Of dreams, drinks and tourbillons

It's been a week since I started this blog. I had intended to do more than weekly posts but this week was very busy for me.

Earlier this week, I had lunch with my friend, SL. She had a baby in November and baby C came out to lunch with us. The baby was very well-behaved throughout lunch and I didn't hear a peep out of her except when she needed to be fed. SL and I have used to lunch together fairly regularly until her third trimester and that she's had the sproglet, we're trying to get back to our lunch routine. It was a very convivial lunch - Japanese. We went out to buy doughnuts (or "donuts", if you like) from the Doughnut Factory. It's notorious for being so popular that you wait in line for at least a hour! I've seen the queues previously and was put off buying the doughnuts but was very curious about them. Fortunately, the queue wasn't that long and it was only a half-hour wait that day.

On another day this week, I had lunch with my friend, CH. He works for a Noggie (I use the word affectionately) marine liability mutual (I won't say which so you can try to guess whether it's Gard or Skuld). CH would be too modest to say it himself but he's HOT! He's in his late thirties but looks much younger. He's in very good shape and has a buzz cut which I really like. He's also got this killer smile which make me melt. I have to try very hard to hold it together whenever we hang out. CH recently relocated from Hong Kong with his Brazilian wife and 2 young children so there's unlikely that there'll ever be a chance we'll ever hook-up. He seems quite happily married. Over lunch, CH and I talked about watches. We're both "amateur" watch -collectors and we talked about my recent acquisition of a Breitling and how he was longing for a JLC Reverso. In the course of our conversation, he told me about tourbillon watches which I never heard of until then. Now, apart from having my own Aston Martin, I want a Breguet tourbillon watch.

Recently, I've been having very vivid dreams. They started shortly after Christmas and are very vivid not in a "visual" sort of way but in a more emotional sense and usually I don't remember any details, except how I felt during the dream. The dreams usually provoke a very acute emotional response. Up until today, the dreams were usually quite frightening, nightmares even and I would be trying to wake myself up from the dream and it would take quite a lot of effort to do it.

Today, the dream was quite different. It was erotic in nature and I was getting rimmed. When I'm conscious, getting rimmed gets a rather mixed response from me. Sometimes it feels good but sometimes it's just ticklish. On the occasions when getting rimmed feels good, it's not a particularly intense feeling but in my dream today, it was very intense. I was moaning like the male equivalent of a banshee in heat and I desperately needed the rimming to stop. It was as if it was sensory overload. In my dream I was writhing in agony with the intensity of the feeling. I eventually managed to wake myself up and I remember panting with exhaustion. Dream or no dream, I think I'd keep away from getting rimmed for a while. The memory of the dream still lingers.

Last night, I hooked up with B, a guy from Hong Kong at an gay spa. He's originally from Canada but has been working in Hong Kong for a few years. He teaches at one of the universities there - public policy or something like that. We had very enjoyable shag (he talked dirty to me while we were doing it, which I liked) and afterwards went out for a few drinks. He stuck with his Gs & Ts while I had a succession of Lychee Martinis, Caipirinhas and Bellinis. The Bellinis were a mistake. White peaches aren't really in season now.