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To be frank… I do enjoy this subtle intimacy when 2 strangers’ legs touching each other on a train journey… and neither moving away, just existing in that shared moment 🫠

First experience seeing a Catfish in person… instinct tell me must be him and indeed is him as pointed out by Good Samaritan This is definitely a Cat 5 Kaiju… no, a Cat 5 Catfish (worst of the worst)

Enjoying the morning sun at Safra Tamp now

Indeed true… "I don't believe that if you do good, good things will happen. Everything is completely accidental and random. Sometimes bad things happen to very good people and sometimes good things happen to bad people. But at least if you try to do good things, then you're spending your time doing something worthwhile." Helen Mirren

When u are at the company dinner table and u didn't notice the porn reminder notification "Swang fucks Nick" keeps popping up on your phone screen. Luckily bestie at work seated next to me, saw it and covered it with his hand. Well, certainly learnt my lesson! Finish all porn before a company dinner! ✊🍆💦

my fwb recently told me that im not allowed to screw other bottoms the way i screw him this good and i thought the possessiveness in theory is kinda hot but not in practice .

Was doing my office work while watching Transformers One… the convo caught my attention… He (Sentinal Prime) removed your “cock” before you came online… We were born with transformation “cock” but he took them from us What defines a Transformer is not the “cock” but the spark.. blah blah… Have to rewind the scene and turn on the subtitle…. Oh is Cogs not cock….such word do trigger a reaction involuntarily… 🤨

One of the better hookups. 😇

I realised that I spent 1.5 hours in a Zoom call in just my shirt, jock, and socks.

When he cums on your face and shoots into your eye and you end up looking like you have conjunctivitis.

The benefits of having a place to yourself - you can literally go birthday suite (aka naked) anytime

I got rejected by this athletic guy yesterday but got lucky with an even hotter one today. He’s an Insta-gay who has OnlyFans but I shall keep silent. Been pining for him for 8 years but I acted like I don’t know him haha. I’m on cloud nine. 😍🤣

Fuck this pent-up sexual energy 😪. Need a dark, handsome, tall top to make out with and have him suck my nipples till kingdom come.

Dropping by Clementi Mall to get something and received an unexpected rimming of my fully shaven ass and sucking of my mushroom headed dick at Clementi Mall SS this morning. Some intimate actions were carried out at SS too

2025 has been very kind to me. Counting my blessings.

Fitted white shirt that’s a little bit sheer and particularly snug at the chest. No pocket so there’s good visibility on both nipples. Damn. Gonna be so distracted at work today.

Let go of your past and live the present.

early in the morn so Horny!!!

The quality of your life is in proportion with your commitment to excellence.

Looking forward to the Finale… and I know it will not disappoint.

Mom : eh ur swim trunks colour very boring leh. buy new ones to attract ppl la! Me : ?_? ?_? ??? bright red? Mom : red pink yellow also can Me : oooookkkkk.....? ?_? ???

So we were talking at work about defective refrigerators ie dents and scratches. One colleague asked if the defects were “top or bottom”; as in fridge door or freezer door. I almost burst out laughing. Almost. Oh man, straight people…

Besides big cocks, I also love big balls 😄

在巴士上坐我旁边的小姐姐睡着睡着她的头就躺在我肩膀上。。很可惜不是小哥哥。。

Hate this “doorway effect”… is like brain loading error 404… and only when u already halfway outside then brain auto raiss a IT ticket and u remember what you forgot to bring out.

the only thing that im super duper double confirm guarantee chop confident on...... is i dont look my age. iykyk. 😇

Everyday is a new opportunity to improve oneself.

Do you like surprises? This got to be an awkward/embarrassing birthday surprise! 🤭 [source: here]

Stop overthinking.

hvnt been too active on here.... but ive been soooo horny the past few days also... i cld literally cum at least 3 time almost everyday, until im fully spent rn😞

Good Morning, Guys - ''Do not exchange your soul for money.'' ― Lailah Gifty Akita

Jaman. I saw you at the bakery today. It's been months since we spoke. The last time we met one another at your living quarters not far away from your new workplace, it was inhumanely difficult for us to have a conversation, what with your siblings eavesdropping on us. That was October? Or was it September? I can't tell. Time seems to move fast for someone like me now. I've since left my toxic workplace, found peace, discovered financial stability, and am well on the road to recovery. I ran into your brother sometime in December, or perhaps it was January earlier this year. We exchanged pleasantries and spoke briefly before parting ways. I told him, "I know where Jaman works, it's approximately an 8-minute drive from you. Super near." Your brothers couldn't pronounce the name of your new workplace, let alone the new area you now live in. They always said it was some far away area in KL, but that could be a case of them not knowing the area well. I somehow sensed you did it to get away from your family, or lessen travel time, whichever works. To be fair, I knew about your new workplace sometime in November. As I was showing a Canadian friend the hidden food gems in PJ, I drove to the kopitiam next to your workplace. I went there never expecting myself to recognize your face in the crowd. It was a Thursday afternoon, I was serving the remainder of my notice, it was my second last day with the organization, and I had no duties, no obligations, I was simply placed on pseudo-garden leave. I could go where I pleased, thus I drove my friend around. We arrived well past the cafe's operation hours, at 2:30PM or 3-ish, and dejectedly returned to my car. As I drove around the large open parking to make my exit, I passed by an open kitchen two doors down from the kopitiam. A young man with your facial features caught my eye. I had remembered your face by heart then, and knew it was you. I rolled my window down, and audibly voiced, "Jaman?" You turned to face me, and waved at me. I waved back, and drove off. I didn't want to overstay my welcome, either. I think about that moment occasionally, and when I recounted the experience to your brother, Jamal, "Dia malu la (He's shy)," was his response. Deep down, perhaps I knew there was more at play. I asked my Canadian friend, who is gay too, if he felt you were cold. My friend disagreed, and thought you were being shy. I guess I would never know. I knew for months that you worked there, but not that you worked in a patisserie. A proper cafe so to speak. I always operated under the assumption that your workplace was simply an extension of the kopitiam that decided to rent additional shop lots for kitchen operations. Last week, I brought my sister to the kopitiam for one last breakfast, before she returned to Australia after spending 2 weeks in KL for the Lunar New Year festive. We glanced at the bakery next door, and decided to peruse your pastries. I walked in, and thought to myself, "So this is Jaman's workplace. It's such a contrast to the jobs you held in the past. You lucked out massively." The crombolonis were heavenly, affordable, and a treat. My sister had some tarts, cheese sticks, and donuts to-go. I never saw you that day, nor did I ask for you. I thought it would be inconsiderate to reveal our acquaintanceship to your colleagues or potential employers who knew little about me, more importantly, that you might have gotten away from your brothers in your old home to begin anew, and desired to keep a low profile. Earlier this morning, I met an ex-colleague the same kopitiam for breakfast. Said friend had wanted to experience one of the dishes from the kopitiam that went viral. After breakfast and with the torrid air, we decided to slip into your air-conditioned cafe for a cozier chat. I ordered a different pastry from the previous time, while my ex-colleague went for one of your crombolonis. We sat there for another hour or so, getting each other up to speed on our lives. I scanned for your face among the service crew. I knew you were part of the kitchen operations, not front-of-house, but I had hoped to catch a glimpse of you. Mid-conversation with my ex-colleague, you appeared from the back of the production room, carrying a large tray of in-house crombolonis for your colleagues to restock. You remained at the counter area for a brief bit, laughing and jesting with the local colleagues, who seemed to have taken to you as part of the family. Your hair, tucked away in a hair net. The stubble that you kept has now grown into a small beard that complements your defined jawline. You're as lanky as I remembered, though you have gained visible weight. You're smiling more. The frownies on your forehead curve upward, a clear sign you've seen better days since we last spoke. I can tell you're happier. I don't know if you spied me in the corner of your eyes. I was seated at a two-seater slightly adjacent to the cashier, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of me if you cared to look. Then again, I ditched my Korean boy-hairstyle for a shorter boyish cut, it's hard to tell if you still recognize me the way I do with you. You turned back and returned to the production room, you never looked in my direction once. The overthinker in me says you'd recognize me regardless of my hairdo, that my facial features are unique enough that you wouldn't forget. But I simply reasoned you were busy, as you always were, and had no time for me. I left the cafe as the clock struck 12 noon. As my ex-colleague and I both walked back to our cars and begin to go our separate ways, I returned to the same open area parking that I parked my car, and did the same old drive around the block to exit the area. As I neared the back of your kitchen, I slowed down slightly, hoping to see you again. You were operating a standing mixer. Of all the things you could do, you became a patissier, kinda at least. You once told me you were willing to work twice as hard to make a living, and here you are, piping creams, mixing doughs to make my favorite crombolonis. Our eyes met briefly as my car strolled past your kitchen, I'm sure of it. And I'm sure you wondered if the guy in shades was me, because only I look that janky in shades. I never stopped to wait for your acknowledgment, I had simply driven past by that point and was well on my way home. The only thing I did was flash a smile, like the other times I saw you. I never heard from you since you found your new job. My latest message months back went unresponded. You never called, nor asked if I could make time to see you after work, and I take no hard feelings to any of that. As time went on, it seemed we both moved on. Or I moved on from my infatuation with you. I'm happy for you, that you now have a roof over your head, a steady paycheck to live by, possibly good food that fattens you so you don't look as malnourished or underfed as before. I wondered to myself, where would the both of us be had you accepted my confession that night. My friends mused even with language barriers, you would understood if I said "I like you." In hindsight, I might have fantasized and romanticized the impossible. To imagine, a random Chinese dude walking up to you back in July 2024, telling you that you look cute and wanted to befriend you, and thinking it could develop into something deeper. I might have romanticized our possibilities a little too hard. We're from two largely different worlds, with no overlaps in between. It was rude of me to step into your life just like that, expecting company. If I had to think about us, perhaps some romantic feelings are still hidden beneath layers of platonic love. There is still a sense of lust for you, to fuck and be in your embrace, but it simply is what it is, lust. I think about someone else these days, I think about you when I'm in the area, most importantly, I'm simply happy life is better for you. For the both of us. I think about paying visits to your cafe to savor more crombolonis as I work away in the near future, perhaps I'll do that, without needing to glimpse at you, so you can be at peace that our relationship has come to an end. Hey, your crombolinis are good, no? I'm not just there for you :).

Happy Singles Day! But have a good Valentine Sex! +_+ ~ ❤️

happy sunday all!

Good Morning, Guys - ''You can give them another chance or you can forgive, let go and give yourself a better chance.''

I'm in a massive, massive, massive debt. Book debts. I have probably over 100 books that I've yet to read finish. I intended to read them and donate them away before 2030.

Good Morning, Guys - ''Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.'' - Marcel Proust

Good Morning, Guys - ''Love what you have, before life teaches you to love what you lost.''

Hi there " Welcome on board to the Blowing Wind forum"♥♥♥"

Top mood incoming......? ...Maybe......? 🤔

Ironically, the only times in Jan and Feb 2025 when my heart pumped so fast like as if I was doing some exercise and I breathed hard and deep in and out to inhale more oxygen and exhale more carbon dioxide and I could feel warm blood accelerate its flow inside my arm muscles, torsos and legs are times when I was trying to unload myself. That's like the most holistic, most well-rounded exercise I do these days.

Friendly masseur told me not to watch porn and jo. Hooookay lets try! 🤪

Yay sun and warm water! +_+ ~

Good Morning, Guys - ''Rush to leave beautiful legacies while we still can.''

Hi there " Welcome on board to the Blowing Wind forum"♥♥♥"

When the out-of-your-league cute gym staff told u that he hasn’t seen u coming to the gym for some time and he even said the exact period, u were like “Arrrggg.. u notice me, and keep track of the time?? U r so cute, can I kiss u?” And start wondering if he’s into u 😆