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Ok. There is one species of woman that many men, including yours truly will hope to miraculously find in his lifetime. Yes I am referring to the SQUIRTER. And for those who don’t know what it means, a squirter is someone who releases so much water during sex/orgasm that a fountain of water will shoot out from her pussy. I am sure many men must have watched such a scenario in porn movies. But how many of us have really found one – the elusive and legendary squirter.

squirting fountain

Despite the many woman that I have come into close proximity with throughout the years, I have not met one. Sure I have been with many women that are very wet and screamed very loudly during sex, but an actual woman who squirts? Never!

I had almost given up the search for one when one day, completely out of the blue, I happened to bump into one. Quite literally. See, I was with a couple of friends knocking back a few jugs of beer in a relatively sleazy hang flower joint which consists of thai, vietnamese and korean dancers.

vietnamese dancers singapore

I was getting pretty high at my table when I spun around and literally bumped into this gorgeous tall woman who flashed the most beautiful and angelic smile. I am a sucker for long legs and a beautiful smile, and this woman captured my attention instantly. So when it was her turn to go on stage to ‘parade’ herself in hope of getting ‘flowers’, I bought a 50 dollar flower garland which was hung on her. She smiled and did a little bow in my direction.

By the way I later found out that these girls in fact don’t get a fixed salary. They come here on a social visit pass of one month and they already owe their agent or the night club bosses $1,000. This is for food, lodging and the air ticket. So basically, they will have to sell a thousand dollars worth of flowers or drinks before they even start making any money. After they have earned their first one thousand dollars, they then split profits with the establishment on a 60-40 basis. Some women who looks average or don’t know how to make men feel good, might not even make a thousand dollars in a month. So next time you hang flower on one of these girls, consider yourself doing a good deed. I digress.

So after the ‘modeling’ segment, the girl with long legs came over to my table. Let’s just called her Ling. I found out that she came from vietnam and she it was her first week in Singapore. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the club but she had a classy demeanor and a very fun personality that I found extremely attractive.

vietnamese girl

To cut the long story short, we exchanged numbers and I saw her again several times both in the club and outside the club before she had to go back to Vietnam after one month.

In the next month, I flew to Vietnam to visit her. It had been several years since I last visited Vietnam. It always reminded me of Singapore in the 1980s, very vibrant, very energetic with a special old school kind of charm. I love this country.

Meeting the Vietnamese girl was like meeting a long lost lover. We kissed and embraced. And I was really looking forward to spending time alone with her. We went to eat some famous Pho, drank some coffee at a Vietnamese Cafe. She brought me to many places on her motorbike and I must say riding on a motorbike behind a beautiful woman, through the busy streets of Ho Chi Minh, is one of the most amazing feeling in the world.

vietnamese girl on motorbike

At night, she stayed over at my hotel and I was already hard with anticipation. We made love for the first time. I fingered her and I could feel she was really wet. Her vagina was already contracting in spasms. then she mounted me. The way she moved her body was sensuous and slow, rocking back and forth but in a very slow and rhythmic fashion. Then I felt it. A gush liquid bursting out from her pussy and wetting my thighs and then soaking through the bed.

I was taken aback but it was a big turn on for me. We continued in several positions and I had to see it for myself. I stuck my fingers into her pussy while my other hand stimulated her nipples. Very shortly, her body was going into spasms and she was screaming. Then it happened, a burst of clear liquid erupting from her moist volcano. It soaked the bedsheets.

volcano eruption

The squirt was too powerful

I couldn’t help but smile. I kissed her gently on the lips and we hugged each other to sleep.

This was to be the start of a truly memorable find. The elusive squirter from Vietnam.

The sleazy Karaoke joint.

Posted: September 27, 2010 in Life
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I remembered the very first time I went with a client to a karaoke was at this place called Boss at Orchard Plaza. My client Ronald used to be a very devout church leader and ever since he stopped going to church, he had strayed to the other extreme of visiting prostitutes and karaoke at an amazing rate.

He informed me that Boss had many happening local girls. I was a little surprised because I thought most of the girls working in karaokes were mostly from Vietnam, China or Thailand. Local girls? That I had to see.

The mamasan brought us into a small dingy looking room. The waiter turned on the karaoke system and we waited for the mamasan to bring the girls into the room. Ronald made sure the mamasan understood what type of girls he was looking for.

“Can play one!” he barked into the microphone almost like a Sergeant major during a parade. I smiled to myself. I simply cannot imagine this man attending church and leading a small group of Christians.

About two minutes later, the mamsan came back with four sweet young things. The girl that caught my eye was wearing a small black dress and had killer legs. The only minus point about this girl was that she had really small boobs. Almost non-existent.

Ronald pointed to one of the girls with boobs spilling out of her dress and signaled for her to sit beside him. I think this is probably the worst part of a hostess’s job. I can’t imagine what it feels like to be standing in a row in front of horny men trying to get them to pick you. I remembered those PE lessons during my school days when the boys were choosing team mates to join the basketball team and I always dreaded it cause I was always one of the last ones to be picked.

The girls must be feeling worse, especially since they have to keep smiling the whole time as the men scrutinize their body parts and face in close proximity.

At that moment, I felt a tinge of pity but it almost instantaneously evaporated as the girl in black sat beside me and put her hand on my lap.

I asked her for her name and she replied “Ice.”

I assumed Ice was a ‘stage name’ that she used for work. As we continued our conversation, I was actually surprised by her level of English. She spoke very well. I complimented her on her English and she replied sweetly, “Of course. I am studying in the poly.”

I was skeptical and I think she could tell. She whipped out her wallet and showed me her student card. Singapore Polytechnic. Wow! I wanted to ask her why she was working in a karaoke lounge but I figured it was a question that she would really hate. It’s like asking a toilet cleaner why he wanted to clean toilets. It was derogatory. I didn’t want to be rude and spoil our chemistry, especially since her hand had slowly wandered up my thigh to where my sensitive spot was.

Then she whispered in my ear, “Do you play?”

I didn’t exactly know what she meant but I guess it’s some secret language for “Do you want to fuck me?” I didn’t want to appear like a green-horn so I just replied “Of course!” She winked at me and then said, “ Later ok. I go to the toilet first.”

For those of you who are not familiar with the karaoke scene in Singapore, “going to toilet” basically means that she was going to another room to serve another client. It was a good way of putting it cause it would make her many clients feel like they were the only one. And that they were special in her eyes.

After the girls left the room, Ronald rubbed his hands in glee and proceeded to describe his girl’s body in a way that Shakespeare would be proud. That guy has all the makings of a sex novel writer.

We proceeded to down a couple of beers and waited in anticipation for the girls to return. Ronald explained to me that the second time the girls came into the room is when the action really starts. They would have made their rounds to the room and gotten suitably high. He made a promise to me that he would get all the girls to strip the next time they came into the room.

He spoke with such strong conviction that I almost felt like I was listening to a Sunday sermon.

About ten minutes later, the girls returned, and they look like they are either half drunk or on drugs. They mounted onto our laps and started to rub their bodies against us. True to Ronald’s words, the girls started to take off their clothes and I looked over at Ronald and he was already sucking on his girl’s nipples.

At that moment a thought flashed past my mind. I wondered how many men have already sucked on these women’s tits. Do they even clean their tits after each room? If not, we would all be licking each other’s saliva, albeit on the woman’s body. I was pretty groused out by this thought and even though Ice’s tits were staring at my face, I couldn’t bring myself to suck on them.

After a couple of minutes of grinding, she got off me and then proceeded to belt out “My Way” in a horrendous off-pitch way that turned me off completely. I glanced over at Ronald and his girl was actually giving him a blowjob.

That sight was a bit too much for me and I excused myself to go to the toilet for a smoke. Inside the toilet, while I was washing my face, I saw two men huddling in a corner and I glanced at them from the mirror. One had golden hair and was heavily tattooed while the other was bespectacled and scrawny. They appeared to be popping something into their mouths and when they saw that I was staring at them from the mirror, they hurried out of the toilet.

When I returned to our room, the girls have already left and Ronald was singing some Andy Lau song. He sang with much emotion and gusto, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he had just gone through a painful break up. After the song ended, he proceeded to tell me in vivid details about his blowjob experience.

I couldn’t help but laugh. And if I was honest with myself, I preferred him like this than when he was a church leader. At least he was more real.