đ HENRY Mr. Prince Charming
Sipping on his favourite Nespresso while waiting for his not-so-innocent lap dance from meâŚ
Dear Diary,
If one were to ask whether Iâve ever met a lover who made my heart flutter, gravity felt heavier and my eyes teary red on Valentines monthâŚ
It would certainly only be him.
Even till today, 6 June 2026, he is the only one whose presence has flooded me with such unexplainable intense emotions. I couldnât have seen it coming.
He is the reason why many of my stories were CockBlocked CockBlogged for more than a year. This week, it took all of my willpower and greatest sentimental classical playlist to muster the courage to finish this story.
Sometimes to write, is to process it all and fully move on.
COCKBLOGGED:
(Definition) When a story or encounter holds too much weight that it makes the author procrastinate from writing it. Often because the emotions attached to it is too heavy and close to the heart to be willingly processed. In this case, due to a male presence.
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
Rainy Day
On 17 November 2024, just 2 months after becoming a Sex Bunny, the cupid decided to let go one of its arrowďź intentionally or carelessly is still a question I canât figure out.
It was a beautiful rainy Sunday. With soft drizzles that made it even more sentimental. There I was, having my special set lunch with choice of a pan seared Foe Gras in Sofitel City Center Hotel. Admiring the architect of an outdoor cylindrical water fountain. It exudes a sense of overflowing abundance amidst the high ceiling French restaurant.
A ping from Gentlemen A came ďź he wanted to book me for 2 hours but was slow to confirm. Gentlemen B (Henry) texted me next with the classic lazy Singaporean greetings âAvailable Now?â. After directing him to my automated BUNNY CALENDARâ˘, he secured 1 hour with me in the early afternoon.
Gentlemen A ping back a while later, asking if Henry could âmoveâ his slot to a later timing so that he could get the âFirst slot of the dayâ (Like as if I am some kind of raw oyster that becomes less fresh as the day goes by). Luckily, Henry replied âI prefer not to.â Gentlemen A disappear into the abyss.
Through oneâs man indecisiveness, I had the opportunity to meet Henry. After all, I wasnât very keen to meet Gentlemen A . He loves creating Secret Chat on Telegram (signs of paranoia) then say pretty much⌠nothing.
Lost Inside Your Eyes
I readied myself at my secret location to meet Henry.
Waited past 5 minutesďź he turns out to be at the wrong hotel.
Waited another 10 minutes.
As the waiting dreads on, I turned away and mumbled under my breath âI even gave a google map link. How can anyone still be lost? Seriously...â Sighing, a little annoyed over these last minute bookings that forced me to hasten my meal. Some gastronomies are meant to be savored and as a foodie, I just hate being interrupted (Back then minimum notice was 1 hour).
I turned back, to face the lifts.
Oh my, was I embarrassed.
Apparently he arrived. A handsome Chinese Singapore gentlemen in his 30âs. I secretly hoped he didnât hear what I grumbled about. As he sincerely apologized, all was well.
We entered the lift together.
Despite him wearing a surgical mask, there was just something about his eyes that captivated me. As he pulled down his mask, my pupils expanded like the Big Bang â sudden, inevitable, and completely out of my control. He looked exactly like Ethan Ruan, one of my childhood favorite Taiwanese Lead Actor from âGreen Forest, My Home çś ĺ 棎ćâ and âQueen of No Marriage ćçŹĺĽłçâ.
Something in my heart started stirring.
I didnât know what it is.
All I could do was to brush it aside.
DISCOVERING YOU
Nespresso
After entering our love nest, he offered to compensate me for 2 hours so that I wonât make a loss for accepting his reservation over Gentlemen A. At that moment, he instantly struck me as a truly thoughtful & generous men.
He came out of the shower as a part of the ritual before starting the ceremony. His body so perfectly fit that it made me want to devour him right there. As he walked past my beverage cabinet, his eyes lit up like a kid, pointing cutely to the Nespresso capsules asking if he could please have a cup of it. I couldn't stop smiling to myself. He reminded me of my child-like self, so adorable and polite. I am more than happy to make him one every morning if it delights him this much...
âI am more than happy to make him one every morning if it delights him this much...â
Lap Dance
âWhatâs your fantasy?â, I asked.
Part of my routine question to customize their experience. âWell, I have never gotten a lap dance, I would love that.â. I glanced at him as he happily sips his cuppa of Nespresso on the sofa while I started harbouring naughty thoughts.
He set aside his finished cup of Coffee.
I came closer to him. Turned around, swirled my hips around and teased him by stripping off my thongs half way and pulled it back up. Sat on his lap and straddled up & down against his cock shyly hiding inside his boxer with my perky ass. Looked back at him naughtily as he started panting his breath audibly.
Now, I faced him while touching myself. Slided my fingers beneath my bra, grabbing it like how I wish he would do so to me. I felt his hands groping my peachy ass and moving me even closer to him. Finally I decided to strip my top off, exposing my perky boobs right on his face, caressing his cheeks. He licked and sucked my nipples to my utter delight.
All I could remember next, was that our oral sex was so perfectly in sync. We didnât need to say much. Just an exchange of expression, glazes and moans was all it needed. He was so skilled in licking my Abalone and my inner thigh that it sends shiver down my spine, causing my clitoris to pulse intensely.
He has such a nice clean Banana and Balls (B&B); utterly soft and smooth; fully shaven. I rimmed his ass with the tip of my tongue which he clearly likes⌠a lot. His moans turned me on even more. Whenever I blow him, he always made sure there was a pillow to cushion my head or waist as we changed positions. At that moment I realized that wow, this is such a loving and thoughtful guy!
Dripping his tips wet with my saliva and circling my tongue around this sensitive mushroom, I became addicted in tasting him. Given my strong sexual chemistry with him, I brought out all my best moves, no holding back.
He told me to pause. âIâm gonna cum soon if you keep doing that!â
I love the moment when the gentleman I like couldnât take it anymore. I wanna climax him without his permission. I kept slurping and sucking even harder. He reached his limits. His white creamy fountain burst out and flowed inside my mouth. I enjoyed it unloading in my mouth even though itâs not part of his request. I told myself thereâs more than enough time for round 2 anyways (Gonna ride him).
Strange Feelings
Pleasing him felt so natural with the growing attraction that was secretly building up in the shadows of my mind without my conscious awareness. I remember there was a moment when our eyes locked for a while, some strange feelings was building inside me. I couldn't quite identify it.
He went to take a quick shower.
From the showers, he asked personal questions about my sun tanned linesďź why I loved swimming and all. I answered him like a kid who has no problem sharing their inner world. Probably including the story of the friendship I witnessed between a fish and shrimp in the ocean of Koh Samui.
He went silentâŚ
I went to sip my favorite TWG tea, compliments from the 5 stars hotel.
After he came out of the showers, he abruptly told me he needed to leave. I was surprised and reminded him we still had more than 1 hour left. âErm, itâs okay.â he replied but didnât look me in the eyes as he said that. I offered him to come back another day, "I don't mind, if that's okay with you." he answered.
Standing at the door, he looked back at me, reluctant to leave. I walked towards him and hugged him (A usual goodbye gesture I do for everyone).
SuddenlyâŚ
This gesture didnât felt usual anymore. Time seems to froze at that very moment. My heart skipped a few beats. He stared at me, waiting for more. Every cells in my body flooded electrical signals to look at his lips. I gave him a long goodbye kissďź 6 to 9 seconds slowly submerging upon contact before parting. Something tells me this was not like any other affairs I had (remains true till today). We didnât even had sex yet the feeling was⌠so strong.
He left.
I was puzzled.
It didnât seems like one of those âI-got-an-urgent-appointment-right-now' kind of hurry. Itâs a Sunday after all. Or maybe I read too much into it.
SUNKEN HEART
Farewell
After 3-5 seconds of him closing that doorâŚ
A wave of intense sadness engulfed my entire soul.
My heart froze.
My mind couldnât think about anything except him.
My head instantly flashed back to every key details of our encounter.
It took me a while to process everything given Iâve never really felt this way about anyone. This is an encounter wrapped up in merely less than an hour.
It dawned upon me.
Everything that I saw in him:
His level of maturity, thoughtfulness, gentleness, loving character and child likeness matches most of what I looked for in a life partnerďź It was a mirror of me. Having those character traits combined with strong sexual chemistry and unfair advantage of looking like my childhood idol? This was insanely hard to find.
Vacancy Taken
Rest of that day, I lost all interest in sleeping with anyone else. Unfortunately I still had to meet 1 more gentleman.
I had a hard time being with intimate with him. So we end up chatting about Henry, my Mr. Prince Charming. This new lover told me he suspected Mr. Prince Charming felt the same way and thatâs why he had to leave early. He thinks, nobody who paid for 2 hours would leave so soon. I ended our session early and declined a drink with him at the bar.
Reaching Out
I am not the kind of girl who would chase after a guy. But I decided to text him innocuously, asking somewhere along the lines of âHey, how are you so good at your oral skills?â I didnât mention how I felt.
But I remembered his reply was quite âDistancedâ and short. So I simply told him that I enjoyed our session very much. Then deleted the entire message, from my side.
There is an unspoken rule about being a Sex Bunny. We generally shouldnât text our LOVERSâ˘. Let alone ask about their relationship status. He probably has a partner anyways.
Gravity
Some feelings in this world apparently can feel so gravitationally intense. An attraction as powerful as the Earthâs magnetic field, even if it was just a brief encounter.
You are deeply attracted to who they are, not merely superficial things like their physical traits or material assets.
Part of me thinks that level of intensity was triggered mutually. When your thoughts and being is in perfect wavelength + synchronicity and you found your way to each other, you will recognize their presence.
THE CONFESSION
Our last encounter the day after my midnight confession.
Valentines Day
Few days after 14 February 2025, I decided to confess my feelings about him on SammyBoyForum (SBF). I knew I was about to relocate to somewhere else in the world (I officially announced it was in 2 weeks time but it took longer than that). I didnât want to leave things unsaid. Didnât want to admit it directly to him too. After all he was distanced in his last message. We hadnât met since then.
Tears were endlessly flowing out as I typed out those confessions after midnight. Went to bed under the warmth embrace of the angels, consoled by the release of a burden I have carried within me for a few months.
Sudden Hello
Once again, itâs Sunday.
I was planning to head to Sentosa beach nearby. Just before I take a shower⌠Someone messaged me. Guess who?
HIM.
My head started spinning. I could not believe it. Out of everyone, itâs him? The Prince Charming from my own diary? What are the chances??
He asked to meet.
Questions were battled within my head.
âCan I take it if I see him?â
âWhat if my heart sinks heavily again after he left?â
Still, I agreed to meet him.
The Last Meet
He arrived to my house beside the harbourfront ocean. Smiling sweetly, behaving casually. Staring dreamily at my original Bunny Outfitďź My 2 piece tight fitting cami set. A laced white top partially showing my naked nipples beneath accompanied with a matching white sexy short exposing the bottom part of my perky butt. âThatâs a really nice outfitâ, he said.
We sat on my living room sofa.
Me, on the far left. Him, on the far right.
We kept a slight distance while facing each other.
While I have completely forgotten how he looked like, his resemblance to Ethan Ruan remains accurate. I couldnât help to smile so happily at him like a silly little girlďź I donât remember having felt such natural joy with anyone else. He was slipping on his Welcome Drink as we began our innocent conversations. We both kept calm.
My feet though, had a mind of its own⌠Miss little toes went on to caress his thighs without permission and took a rest across one of his legs, anchoring just below his pelvis. If I remember correctly, he did ask what kind of guy I was looking for And I did, jokingly teased to see if he has a girlfriend or wife.
I decided to ask the hardest question:
Whether he read my latest article on SBF written that midnight.
He replied âSorry, what article? I didn't see it.â
I was puzzledâŚ
âIs he for real or acting?â, I pondered. His expression was seemingly calm. I couldnât decode if it was the truth.
Since that was his reply⌠I refrained from telling him that HE was the subject title, literally on the front cover of BUNNY magazine holding the hottest headline gossips. I didn't want the moment to turn awkward. Because on that day, I finally got a chance to ride his Dick as a last souvenir to thyself (Like I was supposed to on the first meet!).
Showers of Hesitation
He went to take a shower. I waited earnestly.
I might have danced around with a few ballet spins in his absence.
When the sound of the rainwater shower stopped, I was at the peak of my excitement. Yet, there was a looooooooong pause.
Sounds of him washing his hands at the basin. Stop. Utter silence for a long time. Again, the sounds of water running from the basin tap, stop, silence. No poop or pee sound. How strange. This repeated a few times. Over 10-15 minutes.
I went to savor on my tea while admiring the view of my balcony garden.
âMaybe, heâs having constipationâ, I said to myself.
âI am sure he will keep himself clean, no worries!â, I assured myself.
My First Anal
Finally, against the cooling friction of my Bellami Switzerland tencel bedsheets, we kissed and humped slowly like romantic bunnies. Well, honestly⌠the sex wasnât really one of the most best one I ever had (BUT his oral sex was amazing, ranking #2 globally).
We had a conversation about threesomes. I told him I love getting humped by 2 or more gentlemen. He taught me the difference between MMF (Bisexual men) and MFM (Dicks do not touch one another). He asked if Iâve tried anal. All of sudden, I cannot recall why, we ended up having anal sex.
This was not on even on my Menu.
He licked my ass and even tongued it. I felt respected with this gesture of his. Gently, he teased it with his mushroom tip before entering my tight ass Bunny Hole #2.
I vividly remember the first 10 seconds was really painful. A sharp pierce into something that was meant as an exit rather than an entrance. I heard him asking some questions in the background. But that sensation was so uncomfortably intense that my ear drums naturally lost its audio calibration, itâs volume faded from crystal clear 10 down to just, 2.
To be honest, I didnât really like the sensation.
But it was the desire to please him that got me to endure it.
Because of my sexual chemistry and romantic feelings I had on him⌠I momentarily convinced myself that he is a nice guy. If thereâs anyone I should entrust my Bunny Hole #2 to, it should be him.
While he penetrates the tightest part of me, I remember he told me âThere will be more to come.â (I think I might have moaned âFuck me more!â which made him said that?)
Compensation
After our intimacy ended, He wanted to pay me with his CARROTSâ˘.
I declined. I reminded him that he has paid an extra hour during our first meet but left early (Technically in BUNNYLANDâ˘, additional hours are discounted and should only be used within the same day).
He insisted for me to take it. I didnât.
Part of me felt that if I genuinely feel romantically attracted towards a LOVERâ˘, matters about CARROTS⢠isnât important anymore. Like it wasnât even needed.
This turns out to be a great mistake.
Goodbye
After he left, I screenshot his customized Telegram name saved inside my Contact List and sent it to him. âRead my latest SBF post. Youâre Mr. Prince Charming. :)â.
Complete silence from him.
Once again, I wrote on SBF about our 2nd encounter few days later. Somewhere along the lines of âThe feelings I felt for him wasnât as intense anymoreâ. Maybe to downplay the intensity of my confession and to hide the embarrassment of what clearly seems to resemble a non-mutual feeling.
To be fair, we hadnât met nor spoken since November 2024. If a gentleman does nothing to water a princess heart, no Cupids arrow in the world can deepen her love across such empty existence of space and time.
1 to 2 weeks later, he texted âFree today?â in the afternoon.
I recalled replying âyesâ within the hour or so.
By evening, he deleted the message, both sides. (Message disappears)
Never heard from him since then.
LESSON LEARNT
Our last meet was on February 2025.
Today is June 2026.
More than a year has passed.
On hindsightâŚ
I regretted letting him have my virgin Bunny Hole #2.
In fact, I admit feeling my confession being taken advantage of. Given that he came from SBF platform, a Singapore Sex Forum infamous for itâs toxic attitude towards women, bickering drama and proven history of being filled with high percentage of entitled local men who are at times cunning in obtaining certain forbidden acts outside of a girlâs stated boundariesâŚ
Itâs hard not to see the reality.
Part of growing from being a Girl to a Women is that we need to learn to judge the trustworthiness of a gentlemen by their actions not by what we feel. This encounter taught me that even the most gratifying romantic emotions can betray us through our rose tinted lenses.
And sadly, even the blessings of a cupidâs arrow can amount to absolutely⌠nothing.
After all, we only met once⌠or twice?
How much can we truly know about a stranger whom we agreed to have a quick intimate affair with?
Not On Menu
You seeâŚ
In my Gen Z + Millennials generation, engaging in casual sex during teenage years or in our 20âs has become the norm, even within Asia. Our grandparent generation are the ones who lost their virginity only after being courted and married to.
I am not a virgin anymore.
Iâve kissed many yet none turns out to be my true prince.
My Bunny Hole #2?
It is the only intimate gift I could preserve for my future husband during our Honeymoon night. Now itâs all gone. Given to someone who didnât truly cared. Luckily, I still have creamy CIP left for the one who will wear the greatest crown.
The point is, as a young girl, being too kind and hopelessly romantic can become our own downfall. Some Men see Bunnies as a form of trophy collection. They want access to every part of us without credentials nor earned effort. Most Bunnies do sell every part of her any gentlemen willing to pay in order to maximize her earnings.
But for some of us?
Certain acts holds far more sacred value than CARROTSâ˘.
They are not on the Menu and itâs not for sale for a reason.
Itâs more than just the pain and chances of getting STD.
Being a transient LOVER⢠is nowhere the same as being our Boyfriend or HusbandďźThe real King of our hearts whose extra privileges is earned by his proven devotion, test of character and compatibility.
I guess thatâs the difficult part of drawing boundaries as a horny Sex Bunny. Especially when we met a young hot gentlemen that accidentally sweeps our heart.
I canât blame myself for the things I felt.
I prefer to stay true to my own feelings.
I guess if I had kept the CARROTSâ˘, I wouldnât felt this betrayed and foolish even. Sometimes by staying transactional, is the only way to protect our own feelings and welfare.
Otherwise there is no difference from my former TINDER Fuck Buddies life ďź even when one gets to meet the hottest bachelors ďź girls will always end up feeling used, for free.
Unfortunately, this encounter did not turn out to exactly be a happy ending like a typical fairytale story or a romantic movie.
ButâŚ
This is the TRUTH.
*He still owes me a lot of sex*