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I stumbled upon Blowing Wind Forum while I was searching for organizations to volunteer to (eventually I had a short stint in Pelangi Pride Center) , while looking for other PLUs or people like us, and while I was doing reviews for utopia-asia in Singapore and also because of Fridae. It was either mentioned in a conversation with acquaintances I met in Pelangi Pride Center library , PLUs I hooked-up with or part of the chat in utopia-asia or Fridae . I tried to really search Blowing Wind and when I found it online I became active. I still can remember names like RaidenAlpha, Iamziz they were so engaging. This year, I just celebrated my 10 years in BLOWING WIND this month! Cheers to all , come drink with me in spirit.

One of those rare mornings you wake up and you want someone's lips on yours, and their tongue tracing down from your neck to your nipples as their dick is in you. Ugh.

Good (cloudy) morning BW + healthy lifestyle!

Love is love no matter what. It's not about the age, nor height, nor academic levels, etc. It's how both of you feels inside when you are together. I too had the some doubts when things developed beyond just ONS. It took me some time to agree to be together as a couple and exactly about 1 year after we met, he moved in with me and that was about 9 years ago. We are approaching out 9th anniversary this coming Aug. That said, with the difference in age gap, there will of course be difference in thoughts, actions and believes. He is Christian, I am Buddhist. He only eats fish and chicken, I am a meat lover, etc. Do we argue, yes, of course, but we also believe in making our relationship work. He and I made adjustments to our differences and we accommodate each other's good and bad points. Will relationship work with couple with wide age gap? Maybe, It all depends on both of you. Do you want it to work and do you work on your relationship to make it work? Usually, if you can past the 1st year together, you most probably will be together longer. Many times, it only take 2 person who wants to see their relationship work to make effort to keep it going. It takes 2 hands to clap, one hand can't make a clap. Live the life you want and listen to your heart. Don't need to care what others might say because they are not you and they don't know live your life. Never live your life on other's expectation of you.

Pardon me for my ignorance, I'm not too sure if air pineapple refers to any specific type of Tillandsia. I can relate the name though as both the pineapple and Tillandsia belong to the same family, Bromeliaceae. So they are like relatives 😄

Just finished a HIIT in my Andrew Christian square cut trunks

Finished home workout today in my bodysuit.

At least I can do yoga

I only comes out of the closet to meet other gay guys at the age of 37. Gay life starts very late for me. I took a few years to straighten out what i want and need and concluded my thoughts within a few years around the age of 40. 40s is the beginning of my happiness moving away from the lonely unhappy closet days. I started to make more and more gay friends as i desperately needed to widen up my gay social network of friends in order to know what should i do or not do as a gay. I have made up my mind at this point that i want to live in a house of many gay close friends during old age. I am gathering many friendly gay friends with similar interest to go exercise together to go out to have other fun activities together. Use all these activities to close up our relationship. Finally able to understand them and to see if suitable to live together etc. If comparing my life in mid 30s and 40s, I would say my life is much better at 40s. During mid 30s i am practically following a sedentary lifestyle and getting fat. I have start getting my fitness back from late 30s and maintain mostly throughout in the 40s. I am now almost a decade out of the closet passing the mid 40 range. I would say i am living a fulfilling life everyday. Happy to be with my close gay friends and the never ending task to increase more close gay friends with similar interest. A big family of close gay friends is what i want. I have it but greedy me want more lol

I saw the name in trevvy, and then when I googled for Singapore saunas one of the BW threads came up. I joined BW immediately, 9 years ago.

Had an appointment with Gavin this afternoon for body scrub & massage. Although I have a stubborn body with very stiff shoulder, Gavin still managed to loosen up as much as he can. I felt alot better and unlock after the session. Thanks Gavin.

Gay Men and Drugs: Chemsex in Singapore Posted by transformativejusticecollective25th Jul 2021 Posted in Uncategorized In recent years, drug use, in particular ‘Chemsex’ – the use of drugs during sex – has gained prevalence among gay, bisexual, and other men who have sex with men (GBMSM) in Singapore. With dating and sex apps such as Grindr, drugs and chemsex have bcome more easily accessible to GBMSM. In the region of Southeast Asia particularly, drugs like crystal meth are most typically used. In Singapore, conventional narratives of drug users suggest frivolous, self-interested individuals with little regard for the harms caused to families or society at large as a result of their drug use. At the same time, these narratives have justified the state’s punitive ‘zero-tolerance’ approach to drugs, including the use of capital punishment against users and traffickers of drugs. How accurately do such narratives reflect the experiences of GBMSM who engage in Chemsex in Singapore, or drug users in general? Dr. Rayner Tan, a researcher at the Saw Swee Hock School of Public Health, National University of Singapore, delves into this question. Contrary to more simplistic narratives that we encounter, Tan uncovers a myriad of motivations among GBMSM in Singapore in their turn towards drug use. Crucially, many of these motivations remain connected to the stigma of growing up gay or bisexual in Singapore society. In this context, sexualised drug use serves as a means of coping with underlying stressors and pressures that affect GBMSM. In several interviews, Tan’s interlocutors described chemsex as a way to deal with the shame brought about by the stigmatisation of gay sex in Singapore. Mental health issues linked to their experiences of homophobia, religious trauma, familial neglect, and sexual violence were also mentioned. In addition, Tan attributes the fact that GBMSM often engage in more sexual relationships due to the lack of non-sexualised spaces for these men elsewhere in Singapore. Specifically, in the absence of queer-inclusive sexuality education as well as the criminalisation of homosexuality among GBMSM under Section 377A of the penal code, sex in private (including chemsex) has become one of few outlets for GBMSM to express desire, attraction, and sexuality without feelings of shame. Within the queer male community in Singapore, some respondents talked about HIV-related stigma and racism creating feelings of shame, anxiety and low self-esteem. One said, “[drug use] became the only place where I could be myself.” Many respondents talked about the ease of access to chemsex as a norm within Singapore’s queer male community. The lack of safe, non-sexualised spaces for queer men in Singapore also means that many come to associate their self-worth with their sexual attractiveness. Beyond sexual shame, Tan’s respondents also underscored the use of chemsex to cope with challenges and stressors relating to work, finances and family — issues not unique to queer men. The absence of formal support, along with numerous barriers to care, obstructs GBMSM’s access to rehabilitation. This includes the lack of trusted aftercare centres for queer people, as well as the lack of legal protections. Furthermore, GBMSM who have strained relationships with their families, in particular those whose families may not be so accepting of different sexualities, are also deprived of family support needed during rehabilitative efforts. There are other challenges, however, that many of these GBMSM face which are not unique to their demographic. As Tan explains, Singapore’s Misuse of Drugs Act continues to create conditions for light users of drugs to become longer-term, more dependent drug users. Specifically, doctors and counselors must report drug users to the authorities. This disincentivises many drug users, gay or otherwise, from seeking access to care and support in the first place. To address this, Tan suggests: We need trauma-informed counselling efforts trained to create safe recovery environments for individuals and offer therapeutic solutions. Peer support programmes, LGBTQ+ specific services, and trauma-focused therapies are essential. More advocacy and education promoting literacy around substance use and addiction can go a long way towards destigmatising drug use. That which is illegal is not always immoral. Safe spaces should be provided for intracommunal discourse on chemsex. Drug and HIV/STI-prevention interventions can take place at sex-on-premises venues and online apps. Section 377A, which criminalises sex between men, should be repealed to encourage uptake of sexual and mental health services. Singapore’s Misuse of Drugs Act, and the Singapore Medical Council’s regulations, should be reviewed. Anonymised health and addiction recovery services and harm reduction services should be provided to all drug users in Singapore. Tan’s study shows that chemsex among gay, bisexual, and other men who have sex with men in Singapore is much more complex than is portrayed in mainstream media narratives. Understanding these queer men’s experiences on individual, intracommunal and societal levels helps us grasp the motivations behind their practice of chemsex, which is often a way of coping with trauma, marginalisation and shame. Apart from addressing the structural conditions that lead these queer men towards chemsex in the first place, community-based organisations and policymakers should also find ways to destigmatise drug use and provide safe spaces for drug users to seek support, care and rehabilitation.

I like the feel of thongs, keeps my cock secure but my butt longing for touch and at work wearing my dress pants and black socks. There was a time my male colleague slapped or tapped my butt but his hand still lingered , I bet he was thinking I was not wearing any undies but actually I was wearing something like this.

I remember those times me being naked in front of this shed at 2AM, bicycle uncle jacked me off, someone took a photo a video of me pissing on all fours, pissing like a dog, exciting and thrilling. Exhib activities we hold for now until this pandemic is over.

Lots of memories here

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You need to communicate and not just assume even if you saw it with your own eyes. It will be unfair to him that you are thinking bad about him as if he already made a mistake. It is also making you stressed and worried. To end this senseless worry is to just ask upfront and just be ready of the consequences. If you already have doubts about your relationship and you've been spying him for months or years, is it like you are just waiting for him to fail? Are you really into saving your relationship or you also do not have the guts to quit and just break up with him? save yourself and save him , if you do not like him or this relationship anymore, go say no and break-up already. I suggest to read this book , The Four Agreements, it is a good guide, do not assume . Agreement 3: Don't Make Assumptions The third agreement describes the issue of making assumptions, how it leads to suffering, and why individuals should not partake in making them. When one assumes what others are thinking, it can create stress and interpersonal conflict because the person believes their assumption is a representation of the truth. A solution to overcoming the act of making an assumption is to ask questions and ensure that the communication is clear between the persons involved. Individuals can avoid misunderstandings, sadness, and drama by not making assumptions.

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Next time, kindly edit your sentence (leaving the new 5-letter unchanged) when there was a clashed, like yours above, before leaving this thread eh. So that there would not be any 'disruption' in the flow of the sequence yeah. Thanks. 谁交男朋友? (S J N P Y) 我会来玩球 (W H L W Q) F H J G F

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I fantasied on btm giving a very good blowjob, tongue flicking with my dick head, and deep throat and gagged. Ahhh.....

Got to know about BW from the guy I met. That was my FIRST time having a naughty meetup!

Bro, thanks for sharing. Though feel a bit sad and yet I feel happy for you. Sad that your first sexual experience was unfortunately with someone who was openly unable or unwilling to commit himself to you. Nonetheless, wouldn't consider it a mistake, just an experience that is part of life's journey. And now that you have decidedly extricated yourself out of the emotional struggle, it's a happy outcome. Just wish that your home situation and job/finances would take a good turn soon. Rest assured you're not alone and we need to hang in there as this turmoil from the pandemic will surely come to pass. Only those who're hopeful will survive. So jiayou!

Some best parts of the last episode with a little "番外篇"...

no different from straight boys wondering what's the classmates'/ teachers'/ colleagues' panties color.

Here's a personal experience of mine. It's long, bear with me. Last year, I had a short-lived friends-with-benefits arrangement with a friend of mine. 2020 was a rather tumultuous year for me, particularly during the mid of 2020. With lockdown affecting everyone left, right and center, I was no exception too. Being a freelancer, I was struggling to make a living because all of my usual clients were halting their projects and sourcing their projects internally. Put simply, there were months where I earned nothing. On a good month, I'd earn a few hundreds but that was it. The good news is I live with my parents, and we all contributed what money we have from a month to relief each other of any household burdens. Despite the fact that I lived with my family however, my family was going through its battles too. Particularly, my brother had gotten married not long ago and was living with us. Initially, the experience was okay. Over time however, it became apparent that the lockdown took a toll on everyone's mental health. My brother was quite the bully at home, and my parents feared him even though they were the ones who financially sponsored him and bought him a house a few houses down from the family home. Mind you, my brother is a man in his late 30s, helping out with his dad's business, barely financially stable or getting it together and rushing in marriage then family planning. My parents' initial plan was to buy him a home not far away, get him to move out so we can all resume our lives as usual. But the lockdown delayed the construction of his new home, and weeks became months. To make matters worse, my sister in law announced she was pregnant. It was a bittersweet moment for everyone, because we knew the days ahead would be tough as nails, in a bad way. There was a brief period where all economic sectors in KL were allowed to resume, and the construction went on. Somewhere along the way however, the contractor start embezzling money from my parents. Promises were suddenly unfulfilled and there was a brief scuffle between the family and the contractor. To cut the story short, my parents and brother, fearing that the contractor might come back at them with a vendetta, decided to end things amicably despite knowing full well they had suffered 10k in financial losses. Around the time the lockdown was momentarily lifted, I had found a job, courtesy of a friend of mine. It wasn't what I wanted, considering it offered a fresher's pay, but I took it because it beat having zero clients and earning measly hundreds monthly. But the job offer didn't last long. You see, the job that I took had outrageous KPIs, expecting me to prioritize quantity over quality. I was not one to turn in my work half-assed. My boss knew I meant well and cherish my contributions, but nearing the first month of my probation, we both agreed this wasn't working out. On the week the bad news was delivered to me, I was crushed. The family drama hadn't ceased, and I had no social support that were immediately made available to me. At that point, I was already a year into BW forums, and joined the BW group chat. I was aware of certain members in that group chat, and acquainted myself with someone decent and oh-so my type. That particular day I was crushed, I needed someone to talk to, someone proper. Instead, I reached out to the acquaintance from the group chat, hit him up and asked if I could come over to chat. I told him I was looking to hook up, and he merely obliged. I took a 45 mins - an hour's drive to his place. Not sure what the hell what I was doing, yet deep down not heeding the voices in my head well enough. When I got to his place, I was greeted with a contemporary-looking apartment. Your usual high-end residences with some bourgeois name. I registered myself at the guardhouse, parked my car at the visitor's parking lot, made my way up to his unit. I rang the door bell, and was greeted with a pleasantly dressed guy, grinning at me and ushering me in. He was hospitable throughout my stay there. Offering me lunch because he knew I hadn't eaten. Pouring me a glass of water. Despite knowing I was there to get sexual with him, he treated me like any other guests. Instead of moving about awkwardly and not knowing what to do, he made me feel at home. We talked for an hour or two, and I poured my heart out to him, how I felt completely lonely and unsupported throughout the lockdown because my family has its fair share of drama already. What he gave me was a safe space, and I spoke without inhibition for the first time in that year. An hour or two went by, when things started to settle down, we talked about more casual stuffs. It was then I learned he was married, not to a lady. No, he was married to man. An actual marriage. He and his husband had registered overseas. I thought... wait, if you're married, wouldn't this be wrong? Turns out, his husband was overseas, settling in and working to get a PR. When things had stabilized, he would then move over to join his husband. He made it clear that he and his hubby were in an open relationship. I knew I had to get out of there, but lust, grief and confusion altogether overtook all sense of logic at that point. And before I knew it, we were getting cozy and intimate with one another. A few smooches, a few kisses, a slip n' slide of the tongue here and there. A bit of the shirt lifted up, then two bare bodies, and well, the rest was history. I was there for foreplay, but as I've said before, grief clouded my judgment. I don't know what came over me, before I knew it, I told him to take me. I was a virgin up to that point of my life, never experienced any penetrative sex. I thought to myself, if I didn't force myself to have penetrative sex with someone, by the time I meet the right guy and have sex with him, he might be put off by my inexperience with sex. The married guy was thorough and gentle all the way through. He was sexually accepting of me in every unconditional manner possible. I kept apologizing whenever he failed to enter me, because I knew it was my mind protecting me from hurting myself. But a few tries later, some fingering and loosening up, the mind gave up protecting me. He entered me, and it was painful, though pleasurable at the end. That was really just the start of everything wrong. Since meeting him, we have slept with one another 5 times. 3 times which were penetrative sex, the remainder merely foreplay. I'll get to that in a bit. Point is, he knew of my struggles, and offered me a place of solace to escape for a few hours. Since he lived with his housmate, who happened to be gay too, he said I was welcome to bunk in whenever I wanted. That was kept me going back to him. Whenever things got a little crazy at home, I spent the night at his place. Between July to late August, I was spending at least 3-4 Fridays at his place, usually returning home on Sat evening or Sunday morning under the pretense that it was too unsafe for me drive long distance at night. All the times I've spent sleeping over at his place, we shared the same bed. We both knew what it meant to sleep on the same bed together. And I think his housemate knew of the hanky panky we engaged in. I could have insisted on bunking in on the hard couch, but I went with him to his bedroom. We would strip and shower, then go onto the bed, cuddle under the sheets. Then the same thing happens smooches and kisses, licks and sucks, right down to fucks and moans. Sex is sacred to me. Particularly because I have always maintained a "sex for your boyfriend only" principle. I would want to have sex with someone who's in a committed relationship with me, but I betrayed my own principle. There I was, having my cherry popped by a guy I barely knew. Despite his efforts to make me feel comfortable and human, I knew it was wrong. But I went back for seconds and thirds. The second time was when I thoroughly enjoyed my sex with him. I don't know what happened that night, apart from the usual hanky panky, he helped me enjoy sex for the first time in my life. Perhaps it was the position we assumed. He had fucked me at the edge of his bed and that particular angle allowed his head to hit my g-spot so hard that it made feel me like I was in heaven. After that session, we cleaned up, went back to cuddling. He drifted back to sleep soon enough, but I was conflicted with what I felt. "Why did I allow myself to sleep with him the second time?" I asked myself. The fact that I went back again meant I was comfortable with him, more importantly, it meant I felt safe with him. Above all, it confirmed my worst fears, I was putting emotions into our tryst. I turned over and looked at him face, and realized my heart moved a little. Despite knowing each other for 2 weeks then, I was beginning to form some attachments towards him. Things became even more blurry by then. After our second rendezvous, I complicated matters further by introducing a gay friend who lived nearby him to him. This gay friend was like a little brother of mine. He too had a dysfunctional family, he lives with his mother (parents are divorced) and the mom is constantly taking it out on him. I thought to myself, if I can't physically be there for you, perhaps this married guy could. What was I thinking anyway? I can never tell, but I guess I was trying to be do something good. Outside of sex, the married guy was everything I had hoped for. Intellectual, conversational, very much into gaming like me and enjoys boardgames. He loved cooking too. It was a fit, but alas, it is what it is. He's married and his husband was overseas planning for their future. The only wrong I ever did was developed some feelings for him. He and his husband were fucking different people at different places at the same time. They were emotionally mature enough to handle that sort of complicated relationship. I wasn't, I wanted something simple and sacred if you will, but at that point, my relationship with the married man was anything but sacred. If any, I was on an emotional drug. At this point, you must be thinking. Omg, can you just cut to the chase and answer the damn question. I will. Or, you may be thinking, why didn't you just pull the trigger and cut things off? I couldn't. Everytime I tried to, I was somehow reeled back in. The married guy is super open to sex. He relishes in it. He's on PreP, practices safe sex, goes for monthly STIs if he's active. But what made it super difficult to cut things off, was the fact that our interactions had no line drawn between them. It was a complicated thing. We were more than friends with benefits but lesser than lovers. The interactions, the texts, the daily checking ons, the way we held each others' hands while we were getting at it, it was all too hard for me to cut things off. I thought I could count on myself to cut things off when it counted, but boy was I horribly wrong. The last time we had anal sex, it was nothing special. A heated afternoon, two guys sweating in guest room with volume 3 fan spinning above us. The sex was somewhat aggressive and rough, the lubrication was poor. And I had lost those feelings because the conflict grew stronger. The only takeway from my 3rd sex with him was, I learned how or how NOT to ride someone. Thankfully he was forgiving as always. The remainder times, if you are still reading up to this point, is like I said, foreplay. Clean and simple. The last 2 times happened hours apart. One during midnight and another during the morning wood vibes. That night, we had the house to ourselves. His housemate had went back to his hometown for the long weekend and he was all by himself. He had hinted about wanting me to come over. I could have suggested everything kinky that ever came to mind. "Let's go up to the sky garden and fuck naked," and satiate my curiosity of an outdoor sex. "Let's fuck by the windows in the dark," and fulfill my curiosity of what it's like to potentially be seen someone. "Let's do it bareback," and wonder how it's like to feel the thrill. Or simply moan our hearts out. Neither of that happened. I found myself thinking that I couldn't go on like this any longer. It didn't matter that he and his hubby were open. It didn't matter that his hubby minded or didn't mind. None of it concerned me. But I was wrought with guilt. I would never dream of being a homewrecker, and there I was, defeating that account up to three times then. The softest landing I could afford myself was foreplay and no more. There was one night, my friend and I together went to his house. It was the same night we had two foreplay sessions hours apart. He had hosted a close dinner party with his 2 straight friends along with us. I bought food, he facetimed his hubby over dinner. Everyone greeted him, including my friend. I merely forced a smile. I don't know if I was reading too much into things, but his husband's eye contact suggested he was less than receptive to my presence. Maybe he was just being foreign with a stranger, god knows. My friend knew of our escapades and warned me that I was setting myself up for a world of hurt. But by then, he had taken a liking to the married guy. He regarded him as a mentor of sorts. Nothing sexual for sure. At one point, I lost this friend over the married guy too. This is a story I will not delve into deeply, but it is my fault. My friend had unintentionally exposed me in front of the married guy that I had feelings for him. I think the married guy knew, but never confronted my openly. We fought, and never spoke again. My friend still has my shirt with him and refuses to return it, but oh well. That period, I "ghosted" on the married guy, and he was upset. He implied that I had vanished for a bit, but didn't push on. I had intended to come clean to him, but couldn't find the courage to do so. Thankfully, he wasn't the grudgeful type. Soon, we were back to being friends, minus the sex. All that happened close to 9-10 months ago. And I still hadn't told him what happened. He said his plans to migrate are realizing day by day, and perhaps he would be gone in a year or two. I often wondered if I would come clean to him then, but I guess some things are better left unspoken. I paid him a visit at his place sometime in May. Having spent time apart from each other and steel/rationalized my feelings, I was able to see him as nothing but a good friend. He's still fucking around these days, not that it's good or bad thing. He recounted his sexual rendezvous at a well-known commercial gym. Some boy caught his eye, snuck into his cubicle and fucked him. He speaks of his experience as it were nothing. He spoke of the same fondness about his experience with his gym fling. When asked if he felt more about the guy, he refused to define it, but acknowledges he wished something more had happen. That was enough to convince me that I was but a tool in our tryst too. I don't know if it's right for me to say this, but part of me wished I could turn back time and undo my popping-the-cherry experience. I didn't mind if I was inexperienced, but I wished I could take it all back. It's not regrets speaking, perhaps self-love. Only a few close friends knew of my encounter with him, and they understood what I felt. Some had offered their two cents that he was a "pro" in sweet talking and getting people hooked onto him. In a way, you could say I was being taken advantage of. I was emotionally vulnerable and he could have rejected me, but went with it. The only reason I would never say that openly, is that the sex was and always has been consensual, no matter how ill-informed I was. Sometimes, I worry what would my future boyfriend think about me. I know the saying "Those who mind don't matter, those who matter don't mind," applies. But I guess I'm still disappointed in myself one way or the other, but that's my own demons to fight now. We live and let learn after all. To end this long, diverted digression. The answer to the question, is it wrong to sleep with a married man? My answer is no, but can you draw a line for yourself is what I'm asking. I wholeheartedly agree with doncoin's post that you deserve happiness, and continuing to delude yourself will only lead you to more pain. Some posts here talk about how they make things clear with their flings, good for you if you're able to keep emotions and sex separate. Some of us can't. And no matter how much you try to draw a line, we're emotional beings at the end of the day. Friends-with-benefits or fuck buddies usually go two ways, they either stay the way they are, or someone catches feelings and fall for one another. At which point the question that begs to be heard is, do you take a chance on each other and proceed romantically, or risk cutting one party off and going through a world of hurt? I don't know many people who can remain indifferent to their feelings. I could be wrong, but most of the elderly gay men I've known, gay married or straight married, have at one point confessed they were in love with their male (fuck) partners, and wished they could be with them. Some have outright professed they regretted their life choices. But that's another story to be told. My last words. Just don't do something that would hurt yourself.

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Always fantasize my busty Thai wife becoming a slut, molested and Humiliate by other man. Force her to suck your cock, use her body as you wanted. Scene like she at beach in bikini, when shower in toilet, stranger peep her, tear off her bikini n fxxk her. Anyone same fantasize? My telegram : joncs7

Home workout Monday evening. Bod in progress 😊

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Age is really a number recording the physical time we spent in this lifetime. The meaning we assign to it is what makes the difference. Finding an identity, a life companion and our place in society - I believe this is common for all of us. In this search, everyone has written his unique story. We may have faltered in all our different ways in our 20s and 30s, but I believe that there is always hope to pick ourselves up as long as we persevere. I lived years of my life thinking my life has lost its meaning. Every day was a chore. And I think this is a common theme for some of us. All i can say is chin up. Do what you feel that you will not regret on your deathbed. Even the most reckless deeds have a life lesson to teach us - it's not shameful to have done wrong. It is to have not lived a life.

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Totally agreed!! Quite a lot retard self-entitlement folks lingering around or obstruct other swimmers!!! Notice at the Jalan Besar pool, often few lanes consist entirely breaststrokes swimmers at a slow pace. Am perfectly fine with that. Then tend to have few buggers want to squeeze into the lanes with majority swimmers on freestyle, and then swim slowly with breaststroke. Afraid few times may accidentally touch him or her legs or any body parts, and get myself unnecessary dramas of molesting accusation, have to slow down a lot sometimes even halfway change freestyle to breaststrokes as hard to gauge the distance to overtake and not bump into others from the opposite direction...like this how to monitor and to improve freestyle effectively. Worst, some folks or couples love to linger at the ends of the lane, when seeing swimmer approaching to do the flip turn, they just ignore and remain there!!! Very disruptive for those who want to swim nonstop. Those retards, if don't want to swim, can stand at the edge instead of the middle, obstructing the others!! Already with limited time to swim, some more have to deal with these super-self entitlements who think they own the lane just because they paid. Sigh... Really wish those who want to swim in the public pool can have more senses and be more sensible. Pardon my tone and language but a lot of public swimmers really really suffer because of these inconsiderate public pool users who could have take their leisure dip at slower lanes or not at the competition pool!!

Like many ppl here, I've always been a reader, never sharer when it comes to massage from masseuse on bw. And I've been to many—Paul, Robin, Joe, antidote, Mr M, the 4 hands one at Bedok, the Indian guy at Hougang. Many. Almost as many as the main post sharer here who always gives review, which I appreciate. But, when it comes to Junkai from smt massage, I'm a bit disappointed that his ratings hardly match up to the real experience. It was the most boring, most mundane, most pedestrian massage I've ever received in my life. As each minute passes, all I could think of is "Honey, those strokes on my back on which you spend forty fucking min on, is not doing what you think it's doing." His calf massage was great. So great. To the pt where I thought if he pushes any harder I'll get cramps on my toe. The long strokes were great and really effective in doing whatever he think it's going to achieve. It ends with some slaps and cupping action which were honestly 2 min too long. There's some semblance of a hamstring massage, but it's execution is poor. I don't know what all this random pinching is for. What are you trying to squeeze out? Talent? Satisfaction? And if you need to open my leg wider to reach my inner thigh, then open it. Decisively. Don't be so half hearted. And this also Ends with the same clapping/cupping/slapping motion from before. Again, 2 min too long. But the worst was the back massage. Good lord what do you think you're trying to achieve with those strokes, each of which moves SO FUCKING SLOWLY when it can technically be over and done with in half the time. What is happening? And why are you doing it 4 times ON EACH SIDE without any sort of variation? Who taught you this? Which massage teacher taught you this? Of course the back also ends with that same clapping/cupping/slapping motion from before. Again, 2 min too long. Look, I don't care that the massage bed is in the living room facing the door. I don't even care that for a place with zero sensuality, you can't even be bothered to cover me with a full towel when my body is exposed to the cold. I don't even care that you allow ppl to shower before but you only give them a small tiny towel that could probably only dry a cat. I don't even care that you don't have hooks for me to hang my clothes on. I also understand that you want customers to wear the mask during the massage even when we're laying face down and it's fucking uncomfortable. I get it. But at least get the massage portion right. He will ask you to turn over only to just massage your arms with the same redundant pinches, strokes, and of course his signature clapping/cupping/slapping motion to top it all off. And why are you using so little oil? Honey, friction hurts. And then, the massage ends. No chest massage. No stomach massage. No thigh. No feet. No glutes. That's all. I paid 100 dollars for this? He advertises a FULL BODY MASSAGE. If this was supposed to be some lactic discharge nonsense, say so. And if you dare have the nerve and audacity to advertise in a gay forum, at least make it a bit more sensual. No ones asking you to blow your client or jerk them off. Sensual strokes is the art of giving and taking. Of which Junkai fails. I've never felt so angry or so bored in the many years I've had massages from ppl bw. I hope junkai has a full time job because with his performance as a masseurs, all he will get are curious customers, not repeat clients. I left wishing I had gone to my usual Hougang masseuse instead. Or Robin. Or Mr m at teban. Anyone else will do. I wish I can give Junkai advice to improve, but I sincerely think you should put this new endeavour on pause, visit the OGs from BW the kind of massage you want to give (There's Dylan, there's Andy from bedok I think) and do your homework. Rebrand, restart, and do better lah. I'm not saying ppl shouldn't go, and at the off chance that ppl think my review is just rhetoric, I suppose if you have one hundred of the dollars to spare somewhere, you can try his service for yrself. I hope at least you have a better experience than me.

Life after 40? With age - you lose some but win lots of others. Quantity of sex may drop. But so do insecurities abt anything, obssesion with unreciprocated crush, doubt abt self etc. You cant control ageing but you sure can rejoice at the peace of mind gained.

Wow damn hot thread. I just love seeing my wife get fucked and I love husband's watching me do their wives. More over if can have some private time with the husband in the shower too 😉

Anyone keen to f... My gf .. while I watch.. If keen let me know..

My wife told me a mid age uncle talk dirty to her when their boss was away. I immediately get turn on n masturbate in toilet imaging the uncle tear off my wife cloth in office n fuck her. Wow I cum a lot imagine of that when I jerk.

After three long weeks of not cumming and dick being caged up, Master summoner this pup back to the den. Puppy was asked to strip himself of all clothing articles on him except for the white socks and black holy trainer that he was wearing. A canine hoode was left for puppy to don. Finally, Puppy was then asked to kneel down with his paws cupped presenting the keys to his master. Slowly, the door opened. Master questioned is puppy presenting his locked dick to master. Puppy could only howl in approval. Upon master’s satisfaction, nipple clamps with a connecting chain was place on puppy’s nipples. Master began to tug the chain. It caused blood to surge into puppy’s cage dick. Master then began to play with puppy’s cage dick and nipples. Master then collared puppy with a choke collar and a puppy tail was stuffed into puppy’s awaiting hole. Puppy was asked to proudly wiggle and present all of master’s gifts. Puppy wagged his tail in appreciation and joy. Puppy was led by the chain on all fours to master’s bed. Puppy’s ass was spreader apart. Puppy waited with anticipation. Master return to lube puppy’s ass and slowly inserted a thick glass wand into puppy’s hole. Inch by inch and withdrawing. Puppy could feel puppy’s hole being stretched. When inserted, Master was twisting it inside with deft movements that massaged and milked puppy’s full prostate. It did not take long for puppy to feel sluice of pre-cum flowing out from puppy’s dick and pooling into the cock cage. The wand is a magically instrument. It can get warmed up by puppy’s hole. When inserted, it produce nice warming sensations massaging the prostate little by little. Master then brought out the theragun and started to pound the glass wand. That sent shockwaves of intense massaging pleasure to puppy’s prostate. Puppy howled the intense sensations. At that point in time, only the sensations mattered. Everything else was oblivious to puppy. Master removed puppy’s cage and alternated between periods of rest and intense theragun assisted prostate massage melting away puppy’s control. With a suddenly tug at puppy’s nipple chain and choke collar, warm sluice of precum started to flow out of puppy’s dick in big dollup; puppy’s first ruined orgasm. Puppy was moaning in mixed pleasure and pain when the wand was in puppy’s ass. It was like pain from ass being stretched but yet the warmth and trembling hitting puppy’s prostate. Puppy could not tell where pleasure and pain starts and ends. Especially when master just left puppy there lying on the bed, puppy was just moaning deliriously. Master then brought puppy to the second and third ruined orgasm and puppy was drained. Seems the tugging to the nipple clamps and choke collar has an effect on causing puppy’s cum to flow out without puppy’s control. Master has gained another control over puppy’s cum function.

I was summoned back by Master @Sgsimontann 1 hour after I had left the session 1 week before. I prepared myself for this session by abstaining from any form of play that may cause me to lose my precious load. I wanted the second experience to be better than the first. I dressed myself in executive wear. I donned the blindfolded ski mask that was left for me as I exited the lift. I got hard as I anticipated the thrill that will come to take me away again. I heard the door slide opened. “Put you hands behind your back!” I complied. I felt fingers pinching my nipples and exploring my torso. Suddenly I felt an arm slid behind my waist and Master leaned forward to take a whiff of my body. I relaxed and fell back on Master’s support. Master knows how to make my body submit willingly. Master left me waiting at the lift lobby for a while. I heard a click. The sound of the theragun reverberate at my ear. Suddenly I was massaged through my pants. I moaned as my hardened cock was given the massage. I felt the wand on my nipple. 2 different massages were melting my mind. Master loosened my shirt and pants and massaged me again. The massage was causing me to lose my mind and bringing me to the edge. Master kept alternating me between the state of extreme arousal and anticipation. After a long period of time, Master brought me inside the house and sat me down on his chair. And the ministration of the bi-states ensued. However, this time I begged for Master’s huge boner. He let me felt his girth during our first encounter. I was seduced by it. After a long time of begging, I felt Master’s enormous anaconda pushing against my lips. I could barely put it in my mouth. I tried and had to deep throat it. Master brought me to his platform bed and the play between his cock play and my dick tortures continued. I was elated that I was able to make Master cum. And Master rewards me with even more extreme level of play on my dick and nipples. I felt my nipples clamped and tugged. After sometime of continued massage torture and nipple tugging, Master told me that he can make me hard and cum copious amount of pre-cum by tugging my nipples. My body must have betrayed me again. Finally Master applies the coup-de-grace on me. The wonderful yet dreaded theragun brought me to my first cumming. I thought that was the end but I was wrong! My cock was being polished and massaged there after. Every time my cock deflated, Master will tugged the chain to make it hard again. I was crying and moaning between pleasure and pain. Master drained my tank with a second and third orgasm before the fourth dry orgasm with prostate play. After I was drained, my legs cramped with uncontrollable and involuntary spasms for about 5 minutes. My body listens to Master’s commands now. I have no idea how I’m going to take back control.

Fitting the eye mask on, @Sgsimontann private lift lobby immediately became a cage-like dungeon. Well, at least in my mind. I kneeled down and wonder what's going to happen next. "Are you ready?" a deep husky voice asked behind the door. "Yes", I croaked. It was all I could manage as my throat got a little dry from the suspense. The sliding door opened and before I know it, I was hand-cuffed and brought in to a holding area. It's probably the teasing zone. I was treated to a variety of sensation - clipping/licking of nipples, vibrator working hard on the erected penis, occasional check in from the rear. "You are already wet", Master whispered into my ear. I believe I am, who wouldn't be. Was then brought to the room where a butt-plug was inserted in me while I laid on my back with legs raised high up. That probably set the stage right and reminded me that I belong to the Master. There were moments where I needed to service Master's endowed penis. Almost choking, the struggle continued for a minute or so. The penis slapping on my face made me even more horny than ever. It was then the second bull arrived. I believe he went through a similar initiation as I did. Moans, loud moans were heard and it got me very excited. What's going to happen next? The second bull got ordered to climb onto the bed. After some milking by the Master, Bull Two started caressing my body. I could feel that his navigation as his blind-folded hands move from nipple to nipple, before reaching for my penis. It wasnt difficult as it was all hard waiting for someone to take control. In between the two bulls, Master provided adequate attention to both the number One and Two. I was teased from the rear with a strong vibrator on the butt-plug intermittently. It sent waves throughout my body. The sensation was unimaginable. I struggled but yet I know there is no stopping. I want it, I want more. Interestingly, Bull Two came first. Master then gave him the official permission to "work" on Bull One. I was half expecting to be twin mouth-f*cked. I was worried that I couldn't take two huge real estate in. Perhaps, it wasnt meant for a first-timer. I was continuously teased for the next 10-15 mins or so. I almost came a few times during this period. The climax came when both Bull Two and Master were working on me. To be honest, I can't tell which part hit the tipping point. But it was bad - i shot all over my body, to my face and some landing on the pillow. I couldn't see, but I could feel a reservoir of cum in between my chest. Am already missing the session as I write this, touching myself through the thin layer of army singlet.

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I am glad to see two posts in this thread that reveal the benefits of OIL PULLING. I learned about this effective procedure several years ago when my bf developed a cavity in his deepest molar, which the dentist could not reach and recommended to have it pulled out. The dentist's assistant, a nice lady, out of empathy confidentially recommended this procedure to my friend, which not only stopped the progression of the cavity but cured it. I started using it too, and in the last three years I have had no dental problems, something new to me. Dentists won't reveal oil pulling because it goes against their business: the cost of the coconut oil is negligible compared to the minimum cost of a visit to a dentist. What I notice in the above video is that this girl is making something simple complicated. It does not have to be a "raw" oil, any coconut oil in the grocery store will work. This oil is solid at low temperatures and melts at about room temperature. It is not necessary to use the huge amount shown in the video, but a level teaspoon of the oil is sufficient. It does not need to be held in the mouth for 20 minutes, but 5 minutes is sufficient. It does not matter at what time in the day one does this oil pulling. And brushing with a special toothbrush, blah, blah, blah, is also not essential. So it is very simple: once a day take a teaspoon of coconut oil into your mouth, if it is not liquid it will melt in the mouth, and swash it around between the teeth for 5 minutes or longer, then spit it out into the trash. With this, you may be able to forget about periodic checkups, cleanings, x-rays, etc. which fatten the income of dentists! We (bf and me) also added the use of a "water pick", a fine stream of water at pressure that cleans in between the teeth and gums, and can also be used to clean the tongue to counter any bad breath. This is similar to a tongue scraper, but it does not make one gag so much. In addition to this, one can still floss and brush with a good toothpaste. Oral hygiene is very important considering the blessing of reaching old age with one's original teeth still in the mouth .