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, made gravity felt heavier and my eyes teary red on Valentines monthâŚ
It would certainly be only him.
Even till today, 6 June 2026, he is the only one whose presence has flooded me with such unexplainable intense emotions. One 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 prevents the author 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 arrow.
It was a beautiful rainy Sunday. With soft drizzles that made it even more sentimental. There I was, having my special set lunch with pan seared Foe Gras in Sofitel City Center Hotel. Admiring the architect of an outdoor cylindrical water fountain sandwiched between 2 thin pillars. It exudes a sense of overflowing abundance amidst the high ceiling 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
Through oneâs man lateness, I had the opportunity to meet Henry. After all, I wasnât very keen to meet Gentlemen A who loves creating Secret Chats on Telegram (signs of paranoia) and 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? SeriouslyâŚ.â Sighing, a little annoyed over these last minute bookings that forced me to hasten my meal. Some gastronomies are meant to be savoured and 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. I was secretly hoping 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 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 customise 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 hidden in this pants 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 nipples 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 thighs that it sends shiver down my spine, causing my clitoris to pulse intensely.
He has such a nice clean Banana and Balls; 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 started getting addicted in tasting him. Given my strong sexual chemistry with him, I brought out all my best moves.
He told me to pause, âIâm gonna cum soon if you keep doing that!â I love the moment when the man I like couldnât take it anymore. I wanna climax him without his permission. I kept slurping and sucking even harder. He couldnât take it anymore, his white creamy fountain burst and flowed inside my mouth and enjoyed it doing this for him even though itâs not part of his request. I told myself thereâs more than enough time for round 2 anyways.
Strange Feelings
Pleasing him felt so natural with the growing attraction that was secretly building up in the background without my conscious awareness. I remember there was a moment when our eyes locked for quite 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 bewtween a fish and shrimp in the ocean of Koh Samui.
He went silentâŚ
I went to sip my favorite TWG tea, a compliments from Sofitel.
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 stood near the door and 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 freeze at that very moment. My heart skipped a few beats. He stared at me, waiting for more. Every cells in my body made me look at his lips. I gave him a long goodbye kiss, the kind that takes 6 seconds to slowly submerged and released. 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 merely less than an hour.
It dawned upon me.
Everything that I saw in him:
His level of maturity, his thoughtfulness, his gentleness, his 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.
He was my kryptonite.
Vacancy Taken
The rest of that day, I lost all interest in sleeping with everyone else. Unfortunately I still had to meet 1 more gentlemen.
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.
But I guess, such encounter doesnât always guarantee a happy ending.
This must either be a cruel joke of the Cupidâ âangels or probably foolishness of our young generation where we have grown to become too afraid to love or to cherish what is clearly right in front of us.
THE CONFESSION
Our last encounter the afternoon after my 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 announced it was in 2 weeks time but 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 the last message.
Tears were endlessly flowing out as I typed 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. 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.
LESSON LEARNT
*To Be Continued*