PJ PARTY (Part 3 - The Climax)

So I was left with no choice and I had to find a way to get myself off or faced the ignominy of being raped by three women. Looking back, it should have been my top choice but then I was not as open-minded about such things as I am now.

Speaking of open, I was all open up, rubbing myself nervously at first. My eyes closed, I imagined if i looked down, i would find three eager faces staring up at me. I peeped and there they were, glasses in hand and puffing on their cigarettes, I felt i was performing, not unlike one of those cheesy peep-shows, for three horny women.

I closed my eyes again, this time a little more relaxed, thinking hard of the hottest fantasy I could to get myself off. But midway through it, i felt the distinctive touch of the tip of a tongue. I cringed but kept my eyes closed while still rubbing my clit. The tongue was jutting its way in and out of my pussy and it drove me while. Then just when i thought i could not get wilder, a finger slipped inside and boy was I there, and really there.

It was the first time I masturbated in front of anyone. When i opened my eyes, I saw Glenda, right there, licking her lips and looking like a kitty after a good milk meal.

I had been officially admitted into the gal-models club at my agency. Thereafter, i looked forward to late shows because it was the opportunity for us to have our wonderful pyjama parties and bond. Ladies need to bond too.

Missus Singapore out!

PJ PARTY (Part 2)

To Glenda gladly showed us how she used them and although awkward at first, having never been a witness to another woman masturbating, it soon got my all wet. I could feel the pull between my legs and my cigarette ash began to fall off in between long puffs. As she was cumming, another girl began to help her hold on the the dildo and thrust it in and out of her. It was an eye-opener really. As open and cool I as i thought I was, you never know when you will always learn something new.

Oblivious to us, another girl had slipped away to the corner. Sitting on the lone arm chair, her nighty slipped up and some contraption slid up between her opened legs. Apparently she was not new to Glenda's idea of a pyjama party and had come prepared with her own toys.

It was all very new to me, the whole experience. Somehow after they had all got off, they turned their attention to me. Now I was excited watching but soon, I began to feel a tad worried as their silent stares were indicative that I was up next.... but I didn't bring my own toys? Not quite... (to be continued).

Missus Singapore out!

PJ PARTY (Part 1)

It was during X'mas I think when things were really crazy with modelling assignments. So a few fellow-models and myself took turnings sleeping at each other's place so we could cut cost by sharing a cab.

One time, we stayed with my friend Glenda. There were four of us altogether. Me and another girl were 18 while Glenda and another were 19. We chatted late into the night, listened to music, had supper, drank and smoked but things got really interesting when Glenda shared with us her box of toys and what a big box it was.

Whilst pulling out all the neat toys, she told us the story of where it came from and how it was used, not that we didn't know but it was always more interesting to have someone tell it to you. But of course it is even better when you have someone demonstrate.... (to be continued)

Missus Singapore out!

WOMEN & THE WORLD CUP

Every four years, men enjoy a month of live soccer, male bonding and beer guzzling to the extreme. For us women, extreme describes the measures some of us have to take to get noticed.

A girlfriend recently went shopping with her fiancé for a wide-screen television. World Cup and wide-screen TV – put them together and you are talking utopia for any soccer-crazy guy. Throw in a six-pack and he’d think he’d died and gone to heaven.

Although I do consider myself active in sports (I am not just talking about bargain hunting and queuing up at changing rooms), and I do occasionally catch a soccer game on television, watching 64 games over 30 days is somewhat overkill, wouldn’t you say?

If the last World Cup is anything to go by, I reckon many of my girlfriends will be planning vacations during June. They, like myself, feel that shopping or hanging out with friends is just a temporary measure. It won’t help us escape the fall out from our maniacal partners.

Men transform into different beings come World Cup season. They become sloppy, lethargic and indifferent while displaying unpredictable mood swings from jubilant to moody. It’s like they become zombies.

They take days off and if unable to do so, cough their way to some medical excuse not to work. We women lament the last time our men went so far out of his way to do something for us or spend time with us.

It’s uncanny how a guy can remember all 11 players in the team, the substitutes and coach’s achievements but yet scratches his head when trying to recall your best friend’s name.

Men will still make time for their women - like during half-time or in between games so most women prefer to be spared the ignominy of being replaced by a ball game. No point playing neglected girlfriend or unappreciated wife, wooing him with womanly charms or resorting to extreme measures like hiding the remote.

“Once during a World Cup match, I told my boyfriend jokingly that I was going on a date with an ex and he just nodded his head. It’s like his mind left him,“ discloses Eleanor Wong, a 26-year old designer.

29-year old teacher Audrey Mani laments, “Already I had to bear with his weekly live matches on weekend nights. Our dates were always cut short or if not, we would end up at a pub or restaurant that had ESPN!”

So the bottom line is many women would love to take a vacation. There is rest, food, shopping, pampering, and basking under the sun. Who knows, we might get a tall, dark and handsome stranger to rub some coconut oil over us.

That might just be the trigger to get our boyfriends or husbands to accompany us. But then again if they do, they would probably end up in the lobby bar across a wide-screen television bonding and banging beer glasses with that handsome stranger. Same problem, different location.

Missus Singapore out!

NO POLE FOR ME

Gosh you guys really are into pole dancing huh? I've already had six request for a private pole dance! Are you guys listening?

I'd probably hurt the pole with my rendition! I'll be banned for damaging public property if i did so. I have many ways to exude a sexy stance but pole dancing just ain't one of them, sorry.

Missus Singapore out.

WHAT IS IT ABOUT CATFIGHTS?

I was at St James Power Station last night with some girlfriends to have a wild night out. It was super until a fight broke out two tables from us. At first it was just a little shouting. Then some shoving and before you knew it, glass was smashing all over the place.

Some bouncers came around and stopped it. We couldn't really see who was involved or what it was about.

Anyway, sometime after, I accompanied two of my friends outside for a smoke and we were minding our own business when familiar voices again filled the night air. It was the same two girls - pretty young things.

They were spewing out expletives at each other. Soon, to our horror, they began dishing out blows to each other, pulling hair and scratching at each other. To our greater horror, as they were rolling and tumbling about, a small group of guys had gathered around to cheer them on.

I was really sick in the stomach. My two girlfriends and I decided that we had to stop this and so pushed ourselves in the midst and pulled the two girls apart. They were a mess, and one had a tit hanging out!

They were around their mid-20s I would estimate...but totally behaving like five-year-olds. But what really got to me was when some of the guys standing around just jeered at us for pulling them apart and stopping the fight. What bastards!

After some talking, we managed to get one of them on her way in a cab while the other went back inside. We never knew what the cause was other than that they were two friends from the same company.

Anyway, the guys were such idiots. It just kept me wondering what the hell is so appealing about two women trying to hurt each other in a catfight? Am I over-reacting?

Missus Singapore out!

THE POLE AND ME DON'T AGREE

A reader wrote in to my Dare Deb Column and asked me to pole dance in public. Normally, I would try to entertain some dares within reason but this one, I have to say, no way! Firstly, I can't pole dance to save my sorry behind! Secondly, I might get tangled up a mangy mess of metal and flesh.

I always am amazed by pole dancers. How sexy they look, and how effortless it seems. I actually signed up for a pole dancing course last year and I must tell you, its no easy task. Balancing is one thing, looking sexy while doing it is totally unachievable for me. So Mugan Rajan, I am sorry to tell you that I won't be pole dancing anytime soon, public or not.

Now the other form of pole dancing, where the pole is a flexible one, that is a different proposition!

Missus Singapore out!

TIME TO LOSE THE POUNDS

I was at a dinner party with old classmates the other day. It was great to catch up after so long. Sadly, a few of them had really let themselves go. Their excuse was 'Am married already, no need to bother anymore' referring to their figure and looks.

While I am certainly not one to judge a person by her looks, and know that at the end of the day, looks count very little for one's personality but throwing in the towel is something I am against.

My philosophy, and you may not agree with it, is that being healthy and looking good is all about your own self-confidence. It's great to feel healthy and ultimately, the sex is better and more exciting too. Besides, its good to feel attractive - your mind and soul will certainly agree too.

I asked about their sex lives and as expected, its a rarity! Now these were girls who were hardly what you would consider fat or out of shape when in school. I know people change but to let one's self go is not helpful at all.

Self-esteem has to do alot with how you look and how attractive you appear to others. It's what I would classify the spring in your step. One old classmate said that she couldn't, much as she wanted to, lose weight ....saying all this whilst shoving her fourth cupcake in her mouth.

Hey, unless you have an inherent gene or suffer from Prader Willi Syndrome, I won't take that as an excuse. Fat is not a symptom of ageing!

With this picture, I can imagine why their partners would want to avoid sex altogether.

Missus Singapore out!

T'WAS A HALLOWEEN MOON

I guess this is yet another way to chase them trick or-treaters away!

Thanks Sal, from Iowa.

Missus Singapore out!

WHAT A BLAST!

Halloween this year was a little more subdued for me than it was last year. Unfortunately, I had to work that night. No not deadlines but as part of the bachelorette thingy that I do.

Anyway, 11 horny gals hired me for their entertainment. Had the usual spread of goodies for them and because they had already had more than a couple of drinks, they were credit card crazy, which was good for me. One even bought one of a Love Machine at $300! Anyway, I wasn't complaining one bit!

Apparently, they had a Halloween Party to attend and were all dressed up, so I was there because one of the girls was getting married in a week. So of course a male stripper was called in. Doug had worked with me before but it had been a long time since our last gig, almost a year to be precise.

Anyway, long story short, the girls were urging their friend to get nasty with the stripper. Dancing with him, removing his last clothing item happily and being a little tipsy, had gone on to stroke the guy, who was not one to complain. I mean how often would a dude actually complain when a gal starts stroking him??

With more prompting, she had him by the shaft and was about to blow on the guy - but then he freaked out! She had her vampire teeth still on and forgot to remove it! He gawked and retreated but she had him by the shaft and pulled him to her opened mouth.

It was hilarious. I had never seen a guy go from throbbing hard on to turtle retreat in a matter of seconds! No way he was gonna get a blow job from a vampire! He managed to pull away just in the nick of time! Lucky for him. Doug was quite well-endowed for a Chinese guy and although I had seen him in all his glory before, I had never seen him that small!

Thankfully, she did remove her teeth and got down to business. If only men know what their wives are up to before the wedding. The book I could right would have many squirming!

We gals know what guys are up to on their bachelor parties but do you guys know what we are up to??

Well at least it was an interesting Halloween. I went to a house party later and of course had some action of my own but I have to admit that they night ended rather early because I was already zonked out. Maybe next year.

Missus Singapore out!