Monday, January 01, 2007

Sash's Greatest Hits 2006

I know I know, I don’t post frequently enough.

But it’s difficult to when you have an Asian work ethic (last 2 months have been hectic), an earthquake (HK’s Internet lines are still patchy), unseasonably balmy weather (my summer party dresses are enjoying a good December run) and visiting family to contend with. Wanking hours have been cut down to a minimum and restricted to the office toilet. And of late, I’ve even been caught eating real cereal i.e. not Coco-Pops for breakfast.

So life’s a little topsy-turvy in Sashville at the moment (not that I’m complaining).

That said, it’s the first post of the year folks, and I’ve had a real blast. I really haven’t felt so completely blissed-out with life for a long while. Thanks for sticking with me through the various lascivious and lustful updates of 2006. I can’t ask for a more patient and loyal audience to put up with my sporadic spurts of inspired filth than you.

So before I throw myself madly into 2007, I’ve been feeling a tad sentimental bidding farewell to 2006. And I wanted to do a quick round-up of things / people / events that have made the last 12 months so special for me.

This is a pretty personal list so not all of it can be found in the archives. But bear with me, if not for commemoration’s sake than for just a tiny glimpse of what makes your favourite Singaporean sex-blogger twitch…

Three words – Some will say I capitulated, but really, I took a deep breath and jumped. Plunged, rather. Into the abyss with the sexiest, naughtiest, most wonderful man I’ve known (and I can statistically say I’ve known a fair share). Together we’ve embarked on a journey of iniquity that I couldn’t have traveled on my own.
Best of all, long-time readers, I owe you the scoop. You know him too. He is mentioned throughout this blog under the moniker that starts with A. And you’ve been wanking to our adventures for a while now. See if you can spot him!

Girls girls girls – My bisexual quotient kicked off at maybe 20% in 2005 but has risen faster than the price of oil in 2006. I love women and everything about them. Their silky skin, their musical moans, their sensuality.

And the challenge of getting bi-curiosity to kill the cat? Priceless. There’s cock involved in all this somewhere, but I can’t remember.
Groups – Love me, love my friends. Yes, in doggy-position with your hand tight around their wrists, please.

Over 2006, I managed to persuade a good number of my friends to join me in some manner of group activity, moi presiding (champagne and riding crop in hand). Even if they were just directing a documentary or fucking on the same bed or attacking me in a 69, there were always laughs, orgasms and the memorable anecdotes all round.
Toys – The greatest funnel for my disposable income – over and above Manolo Blahniks – has been my burgeoning toy collection. And it’s obvious I don’t mean Barbie. It’s gotten to the point where it’s now a little difficult to know where to put them all. Just so my neighbours don’t think I live in a dungeon. Unsuspecting customs officials beware.
Exhibitions – My reasonably easygoing attitude towards underwear i.e. the less the better resulted a few unusual crotch appearances, generally to wide acclaim, or so I like to think. This included a pearl thong parade in front of 25 lesbians and straddling a pole in a Wanchai strip club.

I blame the Brazilian in me.
CrazySexy People – The diversity of people I’ve met this year who have enriched my sexual perspective has been just wonderful. I give Hong Kong a lot of credit for this. Not that these people don’t exist in Singapore, they’re just further under the radar and from my personal experience, less likely to walk down the street wearing a t-shirt saying “I’m bisexual, kinky and polyamorous, but I’m still not sleeping with you”.
So just a big shout out to my peeps. (Ha!) Everyone from Hong Kong’s favourite sexologist, sexperts, swingers, strippers, sex toy designers, fetishists, MILFs and just generally open-minded uninhibited individuals.

And last but not least, to you. Thanks for sticking around, boys and girls. I’ll do you proud, I promise.
Happy 2007. Have a squirting one – on me. :)