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botched II
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Someone told me that he finds it a big turn-on to undress a woman , bit by bit.

The thrill of suspense eh , i say.

Perhaps he's just lucky not to encounter particularly irritating items that will have men scratching their heads and wondering "how the fuck do i rip this one off?!"

And no , despite what you have seen in the movies , shredding a top into pieces and citing impatient passion as a reason is neither impressive nor sexy. Hello , lim peh Song+Kelly top not cheap okay ?!!!

Topping the list ( after a quick survey with urm , one friend. ) is the legendary front-clasp bra.

I don't know about the rest of the front-clasp bras but the one that i do have , it has a sliding cache instead of a hook so basically you just slide to reveal the two kittens nestled snugly under it ( haha fuck i'm becoming as cheesy as er , cheese )

Anyway.

It brings me back to a rather personal incident i experienced a few months ago.

The last time someone tried to undress me ended up as an embarrassing joke instead of a naughty memory.

It was one of those "one too many" nights with A and we stumbled out from Sound Bar laughing at each other's dirty jokes and hands around each other's waists.

Stopping outside my place , i turned to kiss him goodnight and because i still had half a bottle of wine sloshing in my system , i felt rather flirtatious and i had to ask if he would want to come up to check out my dad's wine cooler ( and that no one was at home because it was a friday night and it meant that my dad would be at the Tampines flat . but hey oppurtunities are meant to be created , no ?)

He grinned cheekily and said something like "yeah , to check out your dad's wine cooler and something else.."

We only managed to marvel at the little fridge like storage thing for awhile before we were in my room with my back against the wall.

And yaddah yaddah yaddah.

I'm not going to go into the explicit details but let's just say that the silly boy didnt realise ( and neither did i ) that the button-fly on my jeans had 3 buttons and he only undid 2 so my jeans got stuck somewhere along my thighs.

Neither of us could get the offending piece of fabric off my legs so a few unsexy minutes later i laughed and said , ah fuck it , i'm off to the bathroom first.

So i hopped to the bathroom with the legs of my denim sweeping the floor looking like a total piece of ridiculous shit with my panties on my ass in full view and hopping around like a rabbit.

Momentum spoil liao lah .

I emerged fully dressed and went downstairs where he was smoking and we had a good laugh over ciggs and another glass of wine.

So the moral of the story is..

Unless u are damn sure that you are capable of peeling off her clothes in the suavest smoothest way possible ..

Don't.

Woot.



please blame the lacklustre quality on Ming , the inebriated photographer. taken right before christmas at the backalley of Liang Seah St.

Merry christmas everyone. It has been just yet another reason to go overboard with the alchohol the past 2 nights , and tonight as well.

Burp.

Pictures coming soon , perverts.

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listenin to : the beatles - hey jude