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SG Hotel Findings
Gathered from different people. Not sure if itâs really accurate but you can go and check it out yourself.
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Fragrance
$30 - First 2 hour
$15 - Subsequent hour
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Hotel 81
$30/40 - First 2 hour
$15 - Subsequent hour
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Hoover Hotel (Most popular)
$20 - 2 hour
$24 - 3 hours
$28 - 4 hours
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12 lor 10 Geylang
$38 - 6 hours
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Compass hotel
$25 - 2 hours
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Balestier Hotel
$10 - 1 hour
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New cape inn
$30 - 1 hour?
Wonder if Alex Mecum will fuck Taufiq rough if they make porn together đđ
yea iâm sure he will! But Taufiq only does raw ;)
Taufiq likes raw.. đđđđ
purely btm?
Indian and Javanese mix Bottom sex in ns camp
Teen Malay boy is sedap
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Video on onlyfans. đŠđŠđŠ
My dream daddy
Gotta love a big bulge
Anyone knows who he is?
Teen boy lineup
Cavell Lim:Â https://www.instagram.com/wafflecreamies/
His boyfriend (in the first pic), Winfield Goh:Â https://www.instagram.com/winfieldgoh/
Have they been broken up?
I fucking hate him.
Cavell is physically and verbally abusive
NUS business pageant seriously got it all⊠Featuring all the hunks you could want like Esmond Tan, Hansel Israel, George Wong đ€€đ€€đ€€
When you think of fucking Mainland Chinese, you're thinking âhimâ.
Nerdy hunkđŠđ
Lovely
An Evening with Elijah
I was fiddling with my phone in the changing room after a light workout at the gym when Elijah texted me out of the blue. We had some polite exchange of pleasantries, then straightaway he asked for a meetup and told me he missed having my mouth around his dick. Bold, Iâd give him that. I was somewhat horny but I hadnât cleaned up (my ass) properly - I told him as much. He was fine with doing light fun, as long as I donât kiss him on the mouth (my suspicion was confirmed: he detests kissing).
Half an hour later, I arrived at the lobby of Elijahâs condo. I had showered hastily and changed into a fresh set of clothes, but my body was still perspiring slightly in the warm tropical evening. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the surrounding trees, streets and cars. Elijah spotted me before I noticed him and he waved at me like an old friend. I beamed a bright smile at him, and he smiled back in greeting.
Elijah was clad in army green sleeveless tee that showed off his huge biceps and triceps, while his thick thighs and ass were left to no imagination in his soft grey shorts. I wanted to touch him then and there, in the elevator, but I restrained myself. The bulge in my shorts was steadily growing and throbbing.
Once the door to Elijahâs unit was closed behind us, he dropped all pretences, turned around and gave me a proper welcome in the form of a bear hug. I hugged him back, wrapping my arms tightly around his body and impressing my warmth on him. It felt so good and familiar to be enveloped by this mass of muscles. Although Elijah didnât work out as often as he did when he was younger, the definition was still discernible. He was a head shorter than me, which was just right because I needed only to tilt my head a bit to plant some kisses on his neck. He shivered in delight but didnât flinch away.
In return, Elijah rubbed our crotches and made our bulges more prominent. Playfully, I squeezed his ass and he did the same to mine. How arousing! We maintained a tight embrace, with our chests and dicks meshed together, our hands on each otherâs butt, our heads nestled in the hollow of the otherâs shoulder, all the while swaying gently to the rhythm that we slowly discovered.
Elijah led me, while still hugging, to his bedroom. The air conditioning was on full blast, and there was some romantic pop music playing in the background. He plopped me down on his bed, then put me on my back and lifted my shirt to suck on my nipples. I shrugged off my shirt to allow him easier access. For a top, he sure has some pretty refined nipple play skills. Not only did he suckle on my nipples as if trying to draw milk, he also nibbled on them to heighten my sensations. Nipples arenât part of my erogenous zones, but the sight of Elijah servicing me certainly stoked my passions. His hand cradled my lower back whereas his crotch and thighs pressed warmly against mine. I let out a few moans to tell him he was doing it right. I tried reaching out for his dick but it was too far away, so I settled on caressing his firm pecs and twiddling with his large nipples.
When Elijah had had enough of playing with my nipples, he swapped places with me, which was fine because I was looking for something to do. He lay on his back while I straddled him with my legs tucked next to his knees. I latched on his right nipple and fondled his left at the same time. Elijah gasped, then moaned in appreciation as I focused on his right nipple, which I now knew was way more sensitive than his left. As if in worship, I took my time to lick his firm pec in slow circles till I reached the top of the mound where his nipple jutted out proudly. Up, down, left, right, circular - I licked, nibbled then sucked it as he had done mine. Elijahâs moans reached a crescendo, and I smiled in triumph.
Once Elijahâs nipples were wet and turgid, I changed tactics by dragging my tongue starting from the space between his pecs down his torso, pausing a second on his stomach and tickling his navel, before continuing down to his black pubes, which was faintly musky, then finally taking one of his loosely hanging bull balls in my mouth. I rolled it lightly using my tongue, and when he moaned loudly, I went to suckle on the other one. I made his balls shiny with saliva while avoiding his dick on purpose. He became impatient and placed his hands on the sides of my head, yanked me up and away from his balls then guided me to his cock.
I slicked up his throbbing tool with spit, then abruptly shoved my mouth down to the base. His cock hit the back of my throat in just the nice sweet angle. I stayed still and only moved my throat muscles, expanding and contracting around his dick, which grew thicker and firmer. I bobbed my head a few times to let him graze the roof of my warm wet mouth. After a moment, he held my head still with both hands. I got the hint and stopped sucking; he took over by thrusting his hips upwards and face-fucking me. I relaxed my throat muscles and focused on my breathing, which helped me tamp down a couple of gag reflexes.
Elijah mustâve noticed I had gone soft while his dick was thrusting in and out of my mouth, so he pulled out entirely and gestured for me to lie down. He cradled me with one arm, then simultaneously sucked my right nipple and jerked me off. From my position, I could only see the top of his head, where a few grey hairs were starting to sprout. I kissed the top of his head and wrapped my arms around his back to pull him into a tight embrace. I brushed my hands across his smooth, taut skin which was warm to the touch and emanated a light musk. While he was busy slobbering over my tender nipples, I fondled his erected nips then yanked at his firm rod, which bounced freely and spewed slick pre-cum all over my fingers.
My short break was up. Elijah hopped away from me and stood next to the bed, whereas I sat cross-legged to give him a deep-throat. He held my head still and fucked my face with a greater range of motion than before. I breathed deeply and slowly through my nostrils, while keeping my mouth wide open and my throat muscles as relaxed as I could. I redirected my attention towards Elijahâs nipples. I rubbed them both till they were warm, then I focused on pinching the right one using varying strengths. Elijah grunted a bit, then continued his idyllic rhythm of ploughing my throat. When he thought I was relaxed enough, he thrust hard, deep and fast. I momentarily panicked and forgot my breath. My gag reflex kicked in, I choked and tears welled up in my eyes. As much as it turned Elijah on to see me in this state, he withdrew his shiny purple dick entirely from my oral cavity. Genuine concern was all over his face as he asked whether I was alright. I shrugged it off, calmed down a bit and resumed blowing him but his dick had softened slightly in my mouth.
I wiped away the tears in my eyes and Elijah lay down next to me. He played with my nipples and wanked my dick really fast. Honestly, after choking on his cock, I was only half-hard, but the sight of his hot bod aroused me. I let myself immerse in his ministrations and focused on the delightful sensations: his large warm hand around my dick, his tongue on my right nipple, his other hand massaging my waist.
âTell me when you are close,â he whispered.
It didnât take long before I felt something churning at the base of my balls, and thick white ropes of cum erupted. Elijah angled my dick so that it shot towards my chest and abs, without hitting my face or his bed sheet. Now that I was satiated, Elijah gave his cock a few languid strokes then wanked really hard. I tried to be helpful by moaning sluttily and tugging at his erected nipples, which had turned red and sweaty. Little husky growls escaped his mouth, as his cock spat out his sweet nectar, which landed and joined mine on my torso in a gooey puddle.
âStay there,â Elijah said, then went off to hunt for some tissues and wipe the white remainder off my body.
We showered together, taking turns to use water and bath gel. I noticed that Elijahâs dick was still half-hard, whereas his ass looked so firm and enticing. With that rewarding view, I finished my shower.
Elijah kindly walked me down to the lobby and bade me goodbye. Streetlamps came on as if on cue, the sun had set but it was not fully dark yet: off I went for dinner with a light heart.
During my stint as a btm,
(Yessss I was a btm before. Personally, I donât think one can consider oneself homosexual, if you havenât tried everything at least once. Isnât that the way things go?
Iâve no respect for any so called pure TOP who has never been fucked before, nor has ever gotten intimate. Obviously, if heâs a self proclaimed active curious, then itâs a âPâ plate that he can carry for a while.)
I was very enthralled by BDSM as a true lifestyle. I was acquainted with a Malaysian guy, due to our common interests in civil aviation - airlines, aircraft etc. And he introduced me, over Skype to what should probably be the cruelest case of human rights abuse Iâve ever known. Even if it was fake, the story was quite extensive.
âJingâ, was the name he went by, the Malay word for âdogâ. When I knew him, he had been rehabilitated somewhat.
Jing had been brainwashed, through the exploitation and cultivation of Stockholm Syndrome, into actually believing he was a canine whoâs half human. Born into an affluent family, his birth was quickly overlooked in the expanding family. He wasnât academically inclined, and as a Malaysian Chinese, youâre not obligated to receive education. Feeling abandoned and out of place, he headed out into the workforce, and found work at construction sites in the industrializing nation.
Now, this son of a affluent family, uneducated and fluency was basic. But hard labour, and knowing nothing else but labour, had transformed this average Joe into a strapping, toned, fair skinned Cantonese coolie - a fact, that didnât go unnoticed.
Under Mahatir, Malaysia was left of moderate Islam, politically and socially racist, for the most part. Chinese were categorized by the state basically as tolerated illegal aliens. An average Malaysian Chinese executive in the office received the same salary as the Malaysian Malay janitor.
There was no solace amongst the oppressed. The Chinese community were kept divided, almost hostile, on dialect lines.
Through the use of cable television and radio, the Malaysian Chinese were fed Western ideas of individualism, self before family etc. in the form of specially selected Taiwanese soap operas dubbed in Cantonese dialect, local television maintained reruns of Hong Kongâs TVB pre Handover.
The Minnans on the other hand, were exposed to the antithesis of that, via Singapore Chinese channels. Particularly from the mid 90s, Singapore Mandarin channels began to expound pro China values, emphasizing harmony, societal stability and solidarity amongst fellow men and women.
As a left of moderate Muslim nation, red light districts were not allowed to exist, not even in the shadows. Malaysia, ever motivated by the need to show it could match up to a lesser nation like Singapore, started rapidly industrializing on non Malaysian labour which were, strictly monitored.
In this cesspool of sterilization, labour and hormones, as well as increasing assimilation of the Arab culture, preached as a purer, more God like lifestyle over the increasingly blasphemed Malay culture and traditions.
By 2000s, Singapore, Malaysia - naively believing in absolute abstinence, had virtually become the hotbeds of bestiality, child sex, slavery and human trafficking.
Jingâs subservience, rent boy looks, made him an easy target. Illiteracy and not understanding the importance of documents like IC meant he was never technically a Malaysian citizen. Realizing that they had a cash cow on their hands, several opportunistic gay individuals who, through drugs, began to prioritize sexual exploits over labour. Jing was coerced and conditioned to accept 3 ringgit per day, and that the only way he could live, was to be the dormitory estateâs slut dog, taking place of the old, haggard and frankly noisy German Shepherd.
There was no shortage of dogs in Batu Pahat. There was a hastily put together row of pens sardine packed with different breeds - all to satisfy a nearby island nationâs sudden enthusiasm of dogs. National Geographic Channelâs Cesar Milan was the yearâs most watched program.
Twisted by drugs, bestiality and Stockholm Syndrome, Jing devolved into a psychologically unsound deviant and bestiality addict. Freedom, only opened the doors as he openly embraced his sexual turn ons.
I guess⊠Heâs become part of urban legend. Ask anyone in Malaysia whoâs into BDSM - theyâd recount their own story.
So, whatâs yours.