The Pretty Boy


Origin: Denmark
Ethnicity: Danish
Height: 6’2. Lean
First impression: Drop dead gorgeous
Age: 4 years younger


Hair something like that..

I met Ashton at the club right before I met FINNIGAN. He appeared out of no where, chatted Christy and I up, took some photos together and disappeared soon after he was turned down for a threesome. Yes, I have no intention of having a threesome unless it involved two hot brothers, preferably twins!

Ashton is so gorgeous, he is seriously to die for. His messy straight dirty blonde hair, very blue, adorable puppy eyes, a lean body with gorgeous abs and a smile that would melt you like butter on hot toast. I wish I could post his pictures up and have you people drool and nod in agreement. He was after all an Abercrombie & Fitch model in the past who modelled for various other stuff.

Every time my guy friends saw Ashton at the club, they’d nudge me to look only to have me shake my head. I already know him and we have been occasionally chatting on Facebook so why bother wasting valuable party time.

At that point I was actively F-ing my then F-Bud AARON and did not prioritize Ashton’s booty calls. He was going to be in KL for a long time after all, so why rush? Eventually we stopped talking or acknowledging one another in the club.



Name: RAY
Origin: Denmark
Ethnicity: Danish
Height: 5’8. Lean
First impression: Decent
Age: 4 years younger

I was out on a Thursday night when I met Ray. We talked, made out, exchanged numbers and next thing I know, we were chatting all day and night.

Saturday morning, I sent Ray a photo of me at a pool party with my mates.

Him: I showed your photo to my friend and he says he’s seen you before but he can’t remember where
Me: Who’s your friend? That’s not a good thing. Send me his photo!

That really can’t be good. I went into panic mode! Earlier that day, I stalked Ray on Facebook and it turns out that he was mutual friends with ETHAN and Ashton. Not good at all!

Him: *sends a photo of Ashton*
Me: Oh him! He was trying to pick my friend up last night. Yeah, I remember him!

I was just glad Ashton did not tell Ray all about our chats and failed booty calls attempts.

That night at the club, Ray introduced us. Ashton gave me the all-knowing smile when he shook my hands.

Me: I heard you don’t remember me..
Him: I do.. *winks*

Ashton disappeared while Ray and I danced, talked and made out for the rest of the night.

I’ll leave Ray’s story for another post or this would never end. Ashton was on the agenda as soon as I was done with Ray.

Long story short, Ray and I made plans to meet up the following days but it never happened till Wednesday where we went on a proper dinner date.

During dinner however, Ray mentioned that Ashton was leaving the country for good in 4 days! Say whhaaaatttt??

All I could think of was; F!! It is now or never! If I don’t do it, I am going to regret this for life!



Considering Ray did not show any more interest in me, I took at as a cue that I was free to F his friend. I couldn’t see him as someone I could date in the long run AND we weren’t dating. We only went on ONE date.

Ashton was online on Facebook and I stared at his name for the longest time before I decided that I had nothing to lose if I texted him.

Me: Heard you’re leaving KL already. Pity we never got to hang out!
Him: Yeah I know 🙂 Time pass by so fast. What are you doing?
Me: Like right now?
Him: Yeah
Me: Nothing. Had an appointment but it was cancelled. You at work?
Him: No, had my last day yesterday. Wanna hang out?
Me: I don’t mind. Have got nothing to do right now. Where do you have in mind?
Him: Cool. I was thinking of hanging by the pool. Wanna meet here?

Yup this pool

Wow that was easy! I didn’t have to initiate a thing. I guess it was pent up from all the previous failed booty calls.

I was at his place within the hour.

I really did change into a bikini in hopes of jumping into the pool but it was about to rain when I arrived so we naturally went straight in to his place. It’s about time I stopped being naive about ‘hanging at the pool‘.

Had a smoke at the balcony and as soon as we entered the room, Ashton locked the door. It was then that I realize we weren’t going anywhere near the pool *pffttt*

Him: Let’s have a hot shower!
Me: What? No!
Him: *drags me into the shower and undresses me* Too late!

Man Ashton’s naked body was a little too much on the scrawny side for my liking but what hung below the belt was quite a sight!

Me: *pushes him off as he kissed me* Now that we’re naked and wet, can we get back inside?
Him: *puts a towel on me and pushes me on the bed*

Ashton wasn’t a pleaser. He was a F-er.

I have always said that there are two types of men; The pleaser and the F-er. The pleaser would do anything and everything to your satisfaction while the F-er just wants to F till he finishes with no regards for your satisfaction.

With Ashton, it was quantity over quality. We F-ed a total of three times within the hour and each F lasted a mere 5 minutes? It’s just cause he’s so blardy gorgeous and huge that the sex was borderline satisfactory. Seriously, anything smaller and I’d have written it off as awful sex.

I was honestly disappointed. Ashton could be seen picking up girls all the time and for someone who F’s that much, that was some serious lack of performance.

Oh and a friend of AARON actually F-ed Ashton and described it as “OMG I’m telling you, he was AMAZING!” the day after. I was on the bed with Aaron when he showed me the text from his friend. Is my benchmark standard for good sex too high or was he just off form today? *shrugs*

Then the drama began..

Him: So you know Ray too?
Me: Yeah. Met him last week.
Him: You told him I was trying to take your friend home.
Me: Yeah you were. You don’t remember?
Him: *laughs* No I don’t. Look.. I’m talking to him on Facebook!
Me: I’m not here..
Him: Oh really? *types – Guess who’s here?*
Me: *jumps on his back and tickles him* No! Seriously.. No!
Him: *giggles, laughs and types – T*
Me: No please, it’s not funny.. DON’T! *quietly* I was out with him last night..
Him: *moment of silence and shock* You were out with Ray? Like on a date?
Me: Well.. we had dinner..
Him: F! Now I feel bad!
Me: No. It’s nothing. We didn’t do anything, we didn’t F. I texted him today and he sent me short replies.
Him: Oh.. THAT F-ER!! He was supposed to come out with me and he told me he was sick! *proceeds to type a super long text to Ray in Danish*


After a whole lot of his whining bout his lost phone, how Ray bailed on him and that his housemate was home while I played with his hair like a doll, I left.

Ashton walked me to the lift and hugged me goodbye.

If I don’t see you this weekend, all the best!

Even with the bad traffic home, it was worth it. I had wanted Ashton for months and at the very least I got a taste of him albeit such time constraint right before he’s leaving. I would probably have continued to take my own sweet time if he wasn’t going anywhere. I wish he stayed though. Ashton is such a knock out, I could sit and stare at him for hours!


VERDICT: Things are not always as they seem. Some guys may have a different chic on their bed every night but that does not mean the performance would be on par. Now that’s the difference between the pleasers and the F-ers!


The Dominator

Two nights back at the club, I was looking to get laid. I don’t know about other girls, but I get real horny right before my period and Finn wasn’t available to scratch the itch so I had to go hunting for a new F. Read about Finn HERE.

As the night went on, my new regular toy boy (whom I was about to write about if it wasn’t that more interesting stories kept coming up) turned up unannounced and we made out for a little till I noticed his hot friend.

ToyBoy: Come back with me later. But I’m going to another club now.. Do you want to follow me or I could come pick you up after?
Me:  OK, but for now I want your friend.
ToyBoy: Sure no probs. Good luck!

Yup, with a body just like that


His hot French friend with killer body was already beginning to show some interest. It turned out that we matched on Tinder some time back. We danced and I grinded him to a full on hard-on but Phil just had to turn up on time to pass me my bag so we could go to another part of the club. We exchanged Facebook and parted ways.

At the other part of the club however, I was introduced to Ethan.

Origin: Denmark
Ethnicity: Danish
Height: 6″1. Lean
First impression: Not too bad
Age: 1 year younger

I wasn’t completely wasted. I don’t usually drown myself in alcohol whenever I’m on a hunt. I would behave like a complete fool and unless the guy was a desperate sleazeball, he would never take a second look or be even remotely impressed by my slurring.

We chatted for a bit before he held me by the waist to dance behind me. It wasn’t the way most guys would hold on to a girl for a dance. Ethan had this hard, firm grip that made my insides stir.

I walked away from him back to my friends trying to decide if I should wait for ToyBoy to finally reply and come pick me up, to go back to the French dude or to just take what’s in front of me.

When French dude texted me on Facebook informing that his phone ran out of battery and was already home, I decided a change of flavor would do me good. I can after all have ToyBoy anytime I wanted.. Plus, I have never been with a Danish dude!

Friend: *talks about abs*
Me: Let’s see if this one has any.. *pokes at Ethan’s stomach*

Ooh he does! Under that loose buttoned up shirt were lean ripped muscles!

We danced a little and I decided I needed to see some real moves on the dance floor.


Man it felt more like a battle than a dance. Ethan would push me against the wall roughly, yank my hair back and kiss me hard. At that moment, I knew I needed to know what he could have up his sleeves in bed.

I’ve said it before and I’d say it again; If a guy could behave that way in public, there would be so much more to expect behind closed doors!

Needless to say, I followed Ethan home.

Once settled in, he pushed me on the bed, stripped me and did the usual foreplay and shits.. he did everything with extreme roughness.

It was nothing new and I love it when they grab my hair while I went down on them. I’ve been mildly choked and lightly tapped (slap) on the face by Pablo once and I loved it. Read about Pablo HERE.

But Ethan? Mid-Fuck, he slapped me HARD across the face and choked me so hard I was in utter shock! What shocks me more was that I thoroughly enjoyed it!


He didn’t just do it once. The choking and slapping went on through out the entire time and he’d stop occasionally to finger me. I never liked it when guys tried to finger the back door but he did it so naturally, I didn’t find it awkward or uncomfortable at all! It actually felt.. nice!

By the time we finished, I was wrecked! I felt like I was aching all over from getting thrown around.

When I woke up at around ten in the morning, his morning wood was apparent and clearly Ethan wanted to F again.

I was thoroughly sore and luckily the sex was vanilla this time round. I doubt I could handle any more slapping and choking that early in the morning. Still rough, but I realized that it was no where as pleasurable as the mild BDSM style sex we had only a few hours back.

Or maybe I just hated morning sex.

I left after a couple more hours of sleep. All the way home I wondered; How am I ever going to enjoy the plain old vanilla sex anymore?

It seems to me I learn something new about my sexuality with every new guy I bed. Would there be an end to my endless kink fascination?

Would I F Ethan again? I’m not so sure. I am undecided if I really like being completely dominated, or that I like dominating my guys to dominate me. Did that even make any sense? It’s just that I seem to get the kicks from demanding that they perform certain dominating acts.


VERDICT: I can’t wait to meet my very own Christian Grey with his red room of pain.