I took my obsession to a new height.

Such lust is obscene. And almost too much a taboo to disclose.

Oh dear oh dear.

I haven’t blog cos I have been a slave to such, and leaving myself little sleep and little time to do any updates here.

Total animalism, I tell you.

And the men that I had in the past 3 nights?

It was almost too decadent for public eyes.

It started with Sunday night.

When Takahiro(ooo yeah, I didn’t even know he is half-Japanese) and Brian were indirectly involved, rousing my thirst and desire…

My resistance to such seduction was futile, to the point that I had to take things into my own hands(ahem).

I did it with SBB on Monday, after a pretty, wooo yeah, intensive night.

Still, I was insatiable. Just him, wasn’t enough. I had wanted more. Yes! Much more!

Give it to me, baby.

But it was day time, and I could only make the indecent proposition to idlers like me.

And that, I convinced Brian that he had wanted it as much as I do… with words that teased, voice and tone that conveyed my desperation.

Once again, he succumbed to the counter seduction.

I had thought Takahiro would be busy, and didn’t inform him of the threesome he had missed.

The men were out to prove their points, outlasting, and trying to outdo each other.

(No one wanted to end up as the lead guy for my stories of One Minute Men, I guess)

They were toned, muscular, well-built, and totally manly.

Oh man, those sturdy arms, precise, skillful moves!

It went on, and on.

And on.

And on.

For 5 and half hours!

Mmmmmmm hmmm…… Yummy.

And I thought I would be drained, battered and spent.

But nooooooooooo, I had wanted it to go on…

I even missed my Italian lessons.. cos it was too much a pleasure to let go.

What a lusty one, I am.

***

The ripple effect was swift and significant.

I spoke to Takahiro for 2 hours on Monday night, recalling the sensational bits of snippets, of the liaison we had the night before.

I was once again, stimulated, with the adrenaline pumping.

Right after I was done with him on the phone, SBB called for an hour to chew on the steamy details that had taken place that very afternoon.

And we were ready to rope in more men, to spice things up.

My frivolous talks with Nick, smothering him with the details of my encounters with the 3 men, stirred his fantasy eagerness, as he tried to ply the details from me.

***

I created a licentious monster out of Brian, after his secret affair with me.

I had a missed call from him at 2pm yesterday.

And I was still asleep from the fatigue of the previous night.

I was jolted awake by a phone call from him at 3pm, still recovering.

Surprised by the call, I didn’t know what was coming. The proposition was blunt, and hardcore to the point.

Oh dear.

It was daytime, you know?

He wanted it, as soon as possible, right then.

His suggestive talks pumped me up and I was aroused, again.

I called Takahiro, and informed Nick.

They too, wanted a piece of the action.

Alas, Takahiro was reluctant to join us to do it in town, in the public, and had offered his place……

We went ahead without him.

Meeting time, 4.45pm.

***

My newest lust buddy, is Brian.

Good grief!

Man.

You guys should have see the passion, lust, desire burning in us.

We had wanted to cap it for 2 or 3 hours.

But then it didn’t just stop there.

We couldn’t hold back ourselves, and it went on for 5 hours, instead.

We halted and had to peel ourselves away, albeit reluctantly, to replenish the exhausted energy from our intense tryst.

I did say I was insatiable, didn’t I?

I dialled for Nick, and freed Brian, when he had some work to do.

The excited Nick promised he would be down by 10.30pm.

I spewed forth sordid details that Brian would miss over dinner of chicken rice, and thought Nick was taking a tad too long as my urge doubled, tripled.

That, made the eager to perform alpha male, erected with envy.

It was all it took.

He sorted out his work stuff as we waited for Nick, and the debauchery went on for the night, with, gee, Nick, AND Brian.

It was round, after round.

After round.

I learnt things I never thought was possible, and gee, I am such a virgin at this!

I tried things I never did, and positions I had never attempted.

Nick was an abuser!

He liked to see me being tormented…. and dropped to the ground on all fours as I took on many guys.

Oh gosh, don’t get me started on the different roles! Brian had suggested the role of doctor to me, and I guess his fetish is for me to heal him.

When Nick had finally surrendered to our amazing, excessive stamina that never seemed to run out, it was close to 1.

I was slightly sulking that the 2 of them were going to leave me high and dry, and I then decided I would stay in town since it would make no difference past midnight.

I thought of the company of the other men.

Blacks, whites, Chinese, Middle Easterns….

The thought of them psyched me up.

When I told Brian of my plans, it stirred him, again.

He decided to stay, and took part in the orgy I had with the company of the men of multi-nationality.

Takahiro, had joined in, indirectly, once again.

We had started off with the Chinese, went on with the Middle Eastern, before getting it on with the Americans.

There was once, we had to eat humble pie as we were totally dominated by their superior skills, rampantly raped by them, which left us with much humiliation.

I was the virgin, and it was a cultural shock, and the ignorance should be expected.

But Brian, the experienced, and confident one, was totally silenced for once.

We could hear each other’s pantings as we were side by side, loud and amplified.

I was the louder one, though, as his were pretty shallow and quiet.

Totally orgasmic.

***

Brian wanted me to continue playing doctor, and my magical touch was all it takes for his body to spasm to life with delight.

That shudder, was what I worked hard for.

It was the best, when we had did it on top of a crane, our coordination, and secret place, oblivious to the world below looking on.

I even got my hands on his gigantic tool, and was immensely amazed as I cooed at its prowess.

We finally decided it couldn’t go on like this when it was 3am.

Yet….

We couldn’t fight the alluring temptation.

It was then 4.30am, and we were still engaged in such decadent acts.

I did try to control myself.. but.. but.. but…

Sigh.

He did too, to deny the furious lust, but it didn’t quite work..

Somehow, a part of me, just didn’t want him to stop. How selfish of me!

I guess, we were just.. too into it, cos it seemed like the most naturalest thing to happen.

It was then, half past 4 in the morning.

He finally had to leave cos he had some work to do and needed to access to wireless, and we thought that would spell the end of our sleazy liaison.

That insatiable monster.

He joked if he could get his connection, perhaps we could go on for a few more rounds.

Reminiscing those explicit details of the tryst, my eyes widened with lust, and I threw the most manageable bambi-eyes I could.

Shall we continue, or not?

He managed to get a connection somewhere, and we stopped for a short drink. The wait was far too long, as I idled, taking pictures as he did his stuff.

Finally, it was time to go. I took a short cab to Parkroyal Hotel(I can’t remember the name) to wait for him to get there by bike.

Ummm… Hmmm… Mmmm… Ahhh…

I clapped like an excited schoolgirl when I finally got what I wished for when he said he didn’t mind satisfying me for another few rounds.

You won’t believe this.

At 5.30am, we had said the latest we would allow ourselves to go on, is 7am.

But no.

It went on.

And on.

And on.

Till, it was… *gasp* 11.30am, when we could take it no more.

It was almost 20 hours of actions……

Gee.

We were stoned, spent, dazed as we emerged to see the day light glaring into our faces as if we were shamelessly guilty of such immorality.

I bade goodbye to him as I caught a cab home, with that wry smirk on my face.

Wait till VampTreSS hears of this, I thought to myself.

What I have been up to, with her friends, whilst she’s not around, leaving her out.

It’s crazy. Mad. Sinful. Decadent.

I am guilty, as charged.

Sore, and satisfied.

And now, I exhaled.

Oh, I didn’t mention how I launched into a tirade of dirty talks as the sessions worn on.

***

I swear I could have gone on, if Brian’s stamina is longer lasting.

I joked he would become BFB(BattleField Boy), Taka is HJB(Half-Japanese Boy).

And now, I declare, after splurging time and money on 20 hours of Battlefield 2, I WANT A NEW COMPUTER FOR MY 25TH BIRTHDAY!

I would have played at home if my desktop could sustain, but it couldn’t.

And I shall not mention how I am already promoted to Lance Corporal finally, and am close to getting my Corporal, to catch up with Brian’s and VampTreSS’ progression to Sergeant.

I finally unlocked a gun, and I chose the Medic gun after my 1st attempt of playing Medic yesterday was about the coolest and most addictive thing, ever.

Using the pumps to revive the soldiers get me extra points, too!

And when Brian used my kit to revive me, I even got to try his sniper rifle, which I found great ease to use!

Who knows! I might have the makings of a Sniper, too!

I tripled my score in just one day.

Oh gosh, happy is me.

And! I managed to shoot down 5 helicopters from the sky, once, using an anti-tank(!!), and twice, with a single shot from the Stinger.

The coolest one was perhaps when I was using my new medic gun from the ground(!!!!!!), and I shot at the helicopter which blew up with another soldier in it!

Brian saw it and I was totally full of myself thereafter.

It was also the first time I got promoted!

It was also the first time I saw my nickname on best team play for a few times!

I even killed cocky Brian when he was on the opposite team when he was playing(Sheesh! Why didn’t I kill Nick?).

Or even, killed him when he was on my squad(accidental teamkill).

Taka was playing from home.

And now, I am already thinking which gun to unlock the next time round.

Which I suspect, would be the Special Operations one.

I dreamt, breathed Battlefield 2.

And I am contemplated of upgrading my computer to a newer specs one, so it would contain my obscene lust at home, instead in the full view of the public.

I get overly panicky and agitated and excited… and horrible swear words I refrain from using in real life, would spill over to the cyberlife I am overly-indulging in.

I still scream when someone shoots at me.

I still stare at Nick and Brian when they kill me when I am on the opposing team. Even SBB, who played with me on Monday, wasn’t spared since he was on the opposite team most of the time.

Now, after 20 hours in front of a monitor, why would I still succumb to this monitor as I blog away?

I looked like shit when the day finally ended, so I refuse to post my very tired and hagged pictures here.

It was 12 noon when I finally got home, and the late staying up got my throat hoarse and not feeling well.

Dad bought curry chicken rice for me though I had asked for something light since I wasn’t feeling too well.

Spoke to Nick online and it was all BF2 talks.

I slept at 2, and had left a message for SBB to wake me up at 6.

He called at 7, and I had missed my lessons.

I didn’t feel well, and slept on till 8.

I watched television.

American Idol. Chinese serial drama. CSI: Miami. CSI.

Spoked to SBB slightly till 10 plus, as I flourished him with the lucid details of my lasciviousness night with Brian, Nick, and Takahiro.

As well as the MEC team, China Team, and US Army…(and yes, it is so realistic that you could hear us pant as we sprint into positions!)

Now…..

I am not sure why.

I should be overly sickened, but I still have this incessant nagging to go on to achieve my Sergeant status before Brian or VampTress do.

Please tell me to stay home tomorrow night.

I am still pretty tired, still bushed.

*Inhale*

I will.

Say, I will stay home and read.

Not Battlefield 2 forum, I hope.

Oh, blog too.