See Lai

Chousokabe Yohko

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The Lusty Housewife!

Front Pose - popup image or album - Her lust was insatiable. But she knew it was beyond her control...

Back Pose - popup image or album - Throughout the day, after her husband went to work, she tried hard to satisfy herself. But to no avail...

Nude - popup image or album - Which is why, every night she sat there naked; waiting for her husband to return.

I am sure that you could help her out.

Well, it's almost time for me to get ready for tonight's Halloween party (at our house). Hope Mrs. Ng behaves like Chousokabe Yohko!

Cheers!

Yes, She Left Me...

She was wild, but always under my control. The fun we had since I saw her almost one and a half year ago, is simply indescribable.

She always felt special when I firmly held her and gently moved her around. But, we weren't always gentle. At times, we would let go all our control, and that was the time a lot of folks were really jealous about us.

She used to purr whenever I gave her a gentle but firm pat, and every single time we were together, eventually we would always end up being (quite) rough!

At times, we almost lost our senses, but those were the times when we really had prolonged and ecstatically orgasmic fun.

However, yesterday, something went wrong. For the first time in our one and a half year relationship, there was some hindrance. That was when she decided she had to leave me. Almost unwillingly, she left. But before she left, I felt that she wanted to say:

"Let us see how it goes... And who knows, before you know I am gone, I might soon come back."

Yuu Kinoshita

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The Naughty Housewife!

Front Pose - popup image or album - Like a slut, the naughty housewife sat on the steps; as she smoked while waiting (for you)...

Back Pose - popup image or album - Finishing her cigarette, she decided to enjoy her bath...

Aroused - popup image or album - Highly aroused, she enjoyed the pleasure of her overpowering sensations as she fondly caressed herself...

No woman should be abandoned in such a pitiful state. About time we visited her!

Cheers!

You Never Know...

…about what you are in for with Bert.

Browsing certain medical web sites, I was surprised to see the window behind my desk illuminate. The orangish patterns flickering on the pale green curtains cast a mesmerizing effect upon me; and I was almost hypnotized as I watched the splendid dance of lights.

But soon I broke out from my stupor by cries of help. Within seconds it dawned upon me that behind the drawn curtains of the window facing the garden, Bert would have been meditating in his teepee. As I leapt out of my study, the cries of help escalated to a shrill female-like sound highlighting a distinct sense of urgency. Yes, Bert was screaming in the garden.

By the time I reached the front garden, Catherine and my wife were already there. My kids were standing near the front door, and one of the maids was rushing with a bucket of water. Bert's teepee, or what remained of Bert's teepee was ablaze and thick smoke was steadily rising from the fire.

Mrs. Ng had also rushed from her house and into our garden. Seeing her dressed in a short nightie, of course without any underwear, even during that critical moment I paused for a while to admire her sexy curves.

Shouting at Bert and the maid to step aside, I ran towards the garden hose and within minutes subdued the fire. Whether Bert was injured or suffering any burns, was the last thing on my mind. I was more worried about the lawn, plants, and flowers. After all, I have spent a long time and painful efforts to cultivate my garden.

Two nearby neighbors also came around, but I ensured them that there was no need to worry and everything was under control, and no, there was no need to call the fire services.

Well, to a certain extent, I am mostly responsible for this accident. Of lately, I had suggested that Bert could enhance his meditations by burning offerings (like the Chinese do) to the spirits of his past life mother and siblings (more about that in the link above). And when it comes to teepee, Bert and I are no match for the Indians (Red Indians) who are masters in the art of erecting teepee(s) that can support fire (through the central hole).

Apparently, Bert must have been overly enthusiastic in burning his offerings, and therefore the accident. Such accidents are nothing new in Hong Kong and occur frequently when locals burn offerings to their (dead) ancestors. The only difference is that they go to a hill or mountain-side graves to burn offerings, whereas I was encouraging Bert to do the same in my garden.

Anyway, everything settled and under control, I let Mrs. Ng, Catherine, and my wife accompany Bert inside the house. They were being overly sympathetic to Bert and were asking him questions about his (probable) injuries as if he were a baby-boy. Not paying any further attention to them, I switched on all the garden lights and inspected my plants and flowers. No serious damage done, but I will only know for sure in the morning. The maid asked me if I needed a flashlight, but I waved her away into the house.

Back inside, I fixed a drink for Bert; and allowed myself to have one as well. Dragging him outside with his drink, I took him to the far end of the garden where no one could overhear us. Making gestures for him to remain quiet, I started whispering to him:

"It looks like they (his past life mother and siblings) have accepted your offerings, but they sure are pissed on you..." I glanced over at the burnt teepee in the center of the garden and shook my head.

All this while, Bert's facial expressions were undergoing usual and predictable changes. With eyes like a frightened rabbit, Bert also started whispering, "Is that why they burnt my teepee?"

Tricky question! If I said yes, that would mean Bert would have to continue his winter meditations out in the open. For a guy who hails from Rochester, MN, Hong Kong winter would be like mild summer. Still, that would be very cruel of me. If I said no, that would mean I would have to help Bert erect yet another teepee.

Besides, according to my original plan, the time for directing this saga (of Bert) to climax requires that the Orion star system must precisely align on Bert's head during his meditations. There's still some time left for that to happen. And therefore, I took the easy way out - not to answer him immediately.

"Let me think about all this..." I assured him with a pat on his back. And continued, "I will meditate tonight and let you know by tomorrow. I suggest you complete your meditations in your bedroom before you go to sleep. And remember! Not a single word of all this to Catherine or anyone else. For them you are just learning the Buddhist meditations of spiritual awareness."

Even though badly shaken, Bert still managed to smile; as he said "yes Master!" And after finishing the drinks, we both stepped inside. I was particularly in a hurry, as I was getting impatient and wanted to feast my eyes on the seducing Mrs. Ng.

Well, any suggestions of how we should further guide Bert?

Cheers!

Note: I haven't answered many comments lately, but I will answer them (later) tomorrow.

Model Of The Week

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HOOLALA!

The results for October, Model of the Week - third week are astounding! A total of 712 votes were cast.

The results are as follow:

Hwang Eun Ju (album), Korean, is the Model of the Week with 473 votes, or the highest number of votes any model has received at See Lai in almost one year!

Holy Lucifer! What gives?

Roong Ratikarn (album), Thai, is the first runner up with 124 votes.

Despite her seductive pose, she lags far behind Hwang Eun Ju (above).

Finally, Mimi Yu (album), Chinese, finishes as the second runner up with 115 votes.

Matured Mimi isn't having too much fun. Well, next time, may be.

This week, we concentrate on Japanese, Thai, and Chinese:

Hikaru Kawamura (album), Japanese, poses naturally; and our attention is transfixed on her boobs!

Pu Ratchanok Sansuwan (album), Thai, stands there smiling at us. Even she believes that boobs are her best bet for votes.

Zheng Ya Ping (album), Chinese, is breath-taking to say the least. Hwang Eun Ju, beware!

As usual, votes have already started pouring in. Continue...

Cheers!

You can vote once in a 24 hour cycle until next week, meaning once everyday.

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Painting

I am a painting that is always erased.

Cheers!

The Lady Assistant

My plan was simple. An early Saturday morning appointment with Count Chan (Dr. Chan), I let Bert accompany me to Count Chan's private clinic.

Even before reaching the clinic, I could clearly see what was about to transpire...

Bert would occupy Count Chan with all his stupid questions like "does blood flow from heart to brain and then to the feet? And if so, how long does one cycle take before it returns? Does blood flow faster in short people?" And so on...

Count Chan, in his usual style, would close his eyes and think for a while before he answered Bert's questions. And I would take the opportunity to sneak out of the room with Count Chan's lovely and sexy lady assistant.

Leading her to Count Chan's "inspection room," I would gently rub her hands down from my chest to the region around my pelvis. And, complaining of pain in different parts of my abdomen, I would let her hands gently brush the hard and erect feel of my manhood.

Going by her looks, if she really were a normal woman, she would be highly aroused. And as soon as I gently bit her ear, she would end up hot and what not?

Perhaps, forcing myself to remember some absolutely sad events in my life, I might also be able to manage some tears. Seeing which, oh how her womanhood would engulf me in her tender yet uncontrollable stupid feelings? Most probably she would hug me tight, and I would bury my face in the cleavage of her breasts. Smelling her smooth silky breasts, I would let my hands wander... And, pretending to be absent-mind, I would firmly hold her behind.

Maybe we would lie down on the cold steely bed, she on top of me. And pulling out a condom from my back pocket, we would rock to the rhythm of an imaginary no-destination-in-mind locomotive until kingdom come!

With such thoughts in mind, Bert and I arrived at Count Chan's private clinic. Upon entering, my eyes wandered around every nook and corner, but Count Chan's lady assistant was nowhere around.

Instead, we were led by a (probably) 300 pound huge 'Gweipo' (western lady) to Count Chan's private chambers (consulting room). Imagining (just in case) the 300 pound Godzilla on top of me, I couldn't even visualize the feeling of being crushed. Even horror has a limit!

Upon asking Count Chan... "Your lady assistant told me she had the file of my reports ready and she was going to give me today. Where is she?"

He monotonously replied, "She is on a long vacation and will be back in November."

Oh fuck the heavens, fuck Bert, fuck Count Chan, and fuck Godzilla. What did I do to deserve this?

Half an hour later, I emerged out of Count Chan's clinic with Bert; only to be told that soon I would be going under the knife. In fact, so soon that I might not be able to enjoy Count Chan's lady assistant before I am "done."

Cheers!

Note: Models change tomorrow.

Kathy Liu

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She Can't Wait No More!

Front Pose - popup image or album - She kept waiting for you as she sat there with spread legs...

Side Pose - popup image or album - She felt hot and stripped down to her panties...

Topless - popup image or album - Dressed in sexy panties and what resembled a long scarf, she stepped out in the garden to seduce anyone who came along. No, she isn't a slut. But tired of waiting far too long for you, she decided that come hell or high water, she wanted to bonk!

Won't you hurry up before they bonk?

Cheers!

Bunny Bytes

Go read Dicey at Bunny Bytes. Beware! Unique blog design!

Cheers!

Friends In Town

When I started this blog/site (See Lai), I had no idea that I would end up meeting a lot of people from around the world, some of whom are now very good friends of mine to say the least.

John of Stone Camel, a regular commenter and reader of See Lai, and his beautiful wife Ally; are two such people, whom I consider as my very close and best friends (alongside others).

Logically, John and I must have seen each other at Clark Air Base in Philippines, when we were both working for USAF. However, yesterday (Wednesday, October 20, 2004) afternoon was the first time we met each other. Stepping out of the "Arrivals" gate at Hung Hom railway station, a springy and handsome John, and his beautiful and cheerful wife Ally, greeted me. All three of us felt as if we had known each other forever.

A quick ride to the hotel and after John and Ally checked in, we had almost four hours before the special party at night. Four hours being too short for me to introduce Hong Kong, I ended up as Hong Kong's worst tourist guide!

Another quick cab-ride to the Star Ferry Pier in Tsim Sha Tsui, I took them (John and Ally) to the waterfront. This is how my introduction went:

"This is the historic Star Ferry, and here in front of you is Victoria harbor. Across the harbor, over there, you see these huge buildings. That is 'Central,' Hong Kong. Victoria harbor is shrinking because Tung and his cronies are filling it up with reclamation projects. To your left over there you see Causeway Bay, the most polluted area in Hong Kong. On the right, you see Sheung Wan, and beyond that you would find Aberdeen; not a particularly interesting place.

The top of that hilly-mountain is called 'The Peak.' Mrs. Ng lives there. And that building opposite and across the harbor is the new convention center. The bird like building was designed specifically for Hong Kong handover, where a stupid prince Charles handed over the keys of Hong Kong to an equally (or more) stupid Tung Chee-hwa.

The oldest thing you see right now, apart from the clock tower and the ferry pier(s) is probably the huge 'Hitachi' neon sign near Wan Chai. That neon signboard (billboard) has been there since I first came to Hong Kong. Now let us take a historic ride in the historic Star Ferry to Wan Chai."

There! Hong Kong introduced in less than 10 minutes! How 'bout that?

A ferry ride to Wan Chai, I tried to take pictures of John and Ally with Victoria harbor and IFC2 building in the background. The fog, smoke, and dust, however, ensured that only John and Ally's faces appeared with a grayish background. This, despite the powerful ability of a beautiful digital camera that belongs to John.

Walking through the buildings in Wan Chai, including the new convention center, I guided them past the Wan Chai girly bars and into Carnegies - a sort of decent bar in Wan Chai, Hong Kong. Settling down on a cozy table in the corner, we had a great conversation as we sipped the beer. Here was a very intelligent man, John, who not only flew many of the same aircrafts that I flew in USAF, but who also shared my interest in researching topics which are over and above the mundane - Vedas, Time, Spirituality, and so on. Of course, since both of us are married to beautiful Chinese women, our conversation also focused on how wrong most people are in believing that Asian women are subservient! Ally just kept smiling during that part of our conversation.

A not so very quick ride back to Tsim Sha Tsui via the Cross Harbor Tunnel in a cab (taxi), I concluded my tour-guide role by informing John and Ally that the Cross Harbor Tunnel was the first under-sea tunnel in Hong Kong. Pronto, expeditious, fast, you name it but I think that was the best Hong Kong tour including "Everything you wanted to know about Hong Kong," in less than two and a half hours.

Back in 'Banana Leaf Curry House' in Tsim Sha Tsui, we had dinner that mostly comprised of Thai delicacies. The food was alright, but the decor had deteriorated since I last visited the place.

Almost 08:30 pm, and I started receiving calls from Joyce and Ani, as they had both arrived. Even though I screwed up the timing and venues, I really appreciate how both Joyce and Ani did their best and ensured that the special See Lai anniversary party was a great success.

Joyce had taken early leave from her office in Taiwan, almost rushed to board her afternoon flight from Taiwan to Hong Kong, and punctually arrived in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong. Ani was also very punctual, and further to my special invitation and request, accompanied her mother who had flown in from New Zealand. I was very eager to meet Ani's mother and was very glad that she accepted my invitation.

Greeting them all near Holiday Inn - Golden Mile, I noticed how graceful Joyce looked despite the tiring day and equally tiring flight. Ani was dressed in sharp black one piece, a beautiful dress, and looked overwhelming! However, my heart sunk to my shoes when I saw Ani's mother. Equally beautiful as Ani, she looked so fresh, young, and energetic, that suddenly I started feeling very old. Soon we would be joined by yet another beautiful girl called Vicki.