My First Fuck Bunny
CONTEXT
'Fuck Bunny' was a seasonal discount (First Hour at 700g Singapore 🥕) given to good looking & fit gentlemen aged 30 years old & below. Part of the consideration aside from me being very horny, was that their presence brings me more enjoyment and they generally are earning a lower income than older gentlemen.Dear Diary,
My Japan trip left me craving for more Bananas. I activated the Fuck Bunny season－ I was so deprived of mischief between the sheets…
Interestingly, my First fuck Bunny (FFB) remotely sensed my return to Singapore. He was one of my regular LOVERS™, a Chinese Singaporean in his 30’s. I was his warmth comfort and pillow of confession while he became a well of insight I didn’t expect.
A FERAL PASSION
Meeting Mr. FFB has never been short of wild energy.
I remember when I first met him in December 2024, we couldn’t stop touching each other.
Upon the first 5 minutes of meeting him, his eyes would always lit up. He can’t wait to grab my ass, squeeze my titts and start stripping me. He is always so reluctant to a take a shower first. He just wanna fuck me right there at the entrance as he enters my burrow.
We were like Bunnies fleeing among the flower fields, and I’ll get humped vigorously when he caught me from behind.
Even as I accompany him in taking a shower together after our steamy session, we end up ravishing each other in the bathroom like wet bunnies mating under the pouring rain.
I had to whack his butt out the door with a hand towel! (Had to meet another lover soon).
CONFESSIONS
The Scheduled Sex
On our second meet, we lied on the bed, exhausted.
”So, how’s your marriage sex life, getting better?”, I asked curiously.
”Nah, worst. It has now become once every few months. Or when you’re around.”, he replied. I immediately hugged him tight to console him. No more words needed. He held onto my hands with a helpless expression while staring into the ceiling.
His sex life after being married for a few years, plumped down in frequency and it became a monthly scheduled sex. He suspect it’s her spin class. He brought it up with her. But his wife reply was “There are other ways to love each other than sex.”. He worries that the more he props, his 1 session will become a 0. So he beared with it silently and went out seeking intimacy.
‘‘Now we’re having sex only for childbirth purposes.” He confessed sadly.
“Since things are this bad, I wonder if we really did have a child, wouldn’t it get worse?”, he adds on.
I asked how his sex life was during the dating phase. He said they had frequent sex even secretly in their University classroom! How naughty and hot… 😜
It’s not my first time hearing something similar to this.
What what if men & women feels desired, differently?
Perhaps for him, it’s through Orgasm while for her it’s Acts of Love such as romances and undivided attention.
“What what if men & women feels desired, differently?
Perhaps for him, it’s through orgasm while for her it’s Acts of Love such as romantic gestures or undivided attention.”
I wish I could give him a much deeper insight and solution but I was a still living a Bachelor’s life. It puzzled me— He is young, fit and clearly not lacking in performance. He had a good heart too. Yet somehow, their sex life became a routine without a passionate rhythm.
As a Sex Bunny, all I could offer him was a place to let his wild side breathe, before he returned home to his marriage a little lighter.
Us
There was this moment when he turned his head towards me as we lied side by side. “I wish I met you earlier before I got married. Or maybe the next life. We might be together.” he blurted.
I did not respond. I could not.
It was a fantasy I didn’t see myself in.
When we first met, there was intense sexual chemistry, I even gave him a special rate because of it. Sexual chemistry and romantic feelings are two very different things.
By our second meet, it faded.
But I remained generous.
He didn’t notice.
HIS FIRST EXPLORATION
Red Light District
“I’m glad I met you, Vicky”, he said with appreciation. His story of how he first went out to search for intimacy was funny yet surprisingly painful.
Many moons ago, he was just like any rookie checking out Geylang streets for the first time. He had a hard time knowing where exactly to find the ladies. Because Singapore’s prostitution was in the ‘Grey area’. The Red Light District was cleared up by the police force, no one was allowed to loiter around the pavement. Most low priced foreign sex workers had to hid themselves.
“I remember seeing someone I know on the street, it was so embarrassing even though we were both searching for the same thing. I couldn’t even ask him for directions, it was too awkward.”
HIS SECOND EXPLORATION
Online Escorts
After the awkward and confusing search experience by foot, he went online and met someone who is today known as the ‘ Oldest Singaporean Escort ’. His bunny ears drooped and trembled in fear as he recalled how she treated him:
She arrived late to their meeting and carried an angry attitude. After he undressed, she was screaming at him with disgust and insulted him: “Your dick so dirty, you expect me to suck this meh?”. He told me she even grabbed his balls forcefully and demanded extra payment for her grievances even though nothing was done in the session. He was traumatised and didn’t look for anymore companion the next few years till he met me.
Funny enough, I’ve met other Lovers who shared similar stories about her.
A RECALL OF HIS FATHER
“I remembered when I was young my Dad went out to look for prostitutes. I found out… But I never told my Mom. I lost respect for him ever since.” He recalled.
He didn’t have to explain further. I understood. He now finds himself in a strangely similar situation.
Some wounds travel through time, others are quietly inherited.
As A Society
Are we as a society, viewing intimacy all wrong?
We marry for love, but somewhere along the way… stop making love. Sometimes hearing things like that scares me from marriage.
We suppress the sex industry, yet did not address the presence of loneliness and feelings of being undesired behind the closed bedroom door of a newlywed home.
Maybe the problem isn’t that married men looked for pleasure elsewhere.
Maybe the danger lies in the moment when one side starts to pretend they don’t need it, hoping it is a problem that will disappear by itself through time－ at the hidden cost of losing closeness.
“Maybe the problem isn’t that married men looked for pleasure elsewhere. Maybe the danger lies in the moment when both parties pretend they don’t need it, hoping it is a problem that will disappear by itself through time－ at the hidden cost of losing closeness.”
IN ANOTHER LIFE
He may have imagined another life with me.
But I had noticed he had been staying an extra hour or so since our second meeting. Eventually, I stopped giving him and all my Fuck Bunnies, the Special Rate.
I never heard from him again.