Topiary Of Love - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – A Scorching Moment

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.

- Jessica Blade –

The boring days passed with me focusing on the never-ending tasks that were piling up at the workplace. We still kept very much in touch via Yahoo but nothing fantastic worth mentioning as it was mostly small talk. No reference was made to the wondrous hug we shared and I resigned myself to the fact that it was just a gesture of friendship and nothing more.

Still I was keen on more meetings with her as somehow, I could not manage to get her off my mind.

I did have an inkling that she was too occupied with her career and did not push my luck about asking her out again. Looking back now, she seemed like an exact replica of me during my heydays. I could see myself in her, full of unending energy and ironclad resolve, living the life of a successful executive. How I wished life would be a little more forgiving and let folks like me, who have fallen into the forgotten abyss a little push when they are trying to climb back up from the rut.

Alas, that would be my side of the problem and not a tale for this blog.

“Keep on going!” That would be my motto for now as I kept up at work, meeting up with my rowdy “bros” and also keeping this blog updated, whilst at the same time, opening my ears and eyes wide for any new positions available that I could eke a living out of.

It was almost a religious ritual now to wake everyday and start up the laptop, seeing if there were any messages left to me by her or any of my friends. It does not make any substantial improvements to life I reckon, but it does give me a few minutes to fully clear any grogginess left in me from the nights’ rest.

It was also a pleasant surprise one day to sit up in bed, with Yahoo logged on and finding the message she left for me.

-Begin Chat Log-
Her : grim
Her : i read ur blog over last 2 nites
Her : u really drive me crasy with those stories
Her : simply makes me fantasize more , making love to u
Her : muacks
Her : then i came up with notti ideas, pick me up over lunch and make out
Her : haha
-End Chat Log-

I never expected the monotonous stories to have any effect on anyone. They were only written as a reminiscence of encounters that I had experienced. I was stupefied for a moment, thoughts running wilder by the minute with what I was reading.

Shutting down the laptop, I went through the daily motions of preparing for work. I firmly decided to eliminate any form of shyness and cowardice (possibly from the fear of rejection) when I chat with her next and be a little more forceful to ask her out again.

It wasn’t long after I reached the office that the opportunity presented itself. She started another chat session and there we went, catching up with the latest news from each other’s lives. No talking about the message she left but we agreed to wrap up work early tonight and meet up for a sumptuous dinner as well as a quiet stroll along the beach so we could bask in the sea breeze and basically relax from the rigors of working life.

She looked very much like a young, chirpy schoolgirl when I first met her. Since it was a Friday, she was dressed casually in a black polo T with a blue denim skirt. Her jet black hair, shoulder in length was let down, framing a youthful face. As we chatted in the car on the way to Changi Village, I would steal glances at her as we spoke, heart melting whenever she would smile beautifully at me, longing to run my fingers along her cheeks and neck.

Her smooth legs were also a distraction as I drove, as she constantly adjusted in the seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The simple action of that made me take my eyes off the road a few seconds now and then as my eyes, seemingly aloof to my control, glanced cheekily towards the passenger side of the vehicle. As we chatted, my mind was fantasizing about the hidden treasure that lay where the legs met, and if I would one day be the treasure hunter to unlock it. I just hope when that day happens, it would not be a Pandora’s Box that will be opened but an unimaginable beginning of a fantastic journey in my life.

We ate Nasi Lemak and Hokkien Mee, simple fares, whilst downing soft drinks. The topics we talked about came fast and furious, switching from work to our dreams to gossip to rants about life. She told me about her plans to share a condo unit with her sister and asked me for advice as I used to live in one myself.

Having finished our meal, we made our way to the coastline. There was a well-lit jetty nearby and every few minutes there would be a plane screaming over us as it landed at Changi Airport.

I love listening to the monotonous splash of the sea against the coastline and the cool breeze blowing against my face. When I was in school, I used to sit at the tide breakers near Bedok Jetty, listening to my favorite music on the now ancient Walkman and just relax.

We didn’t speak much as we both enjoyed the environment as if as the sea was trying to wash all the fatigue away and the wind rejuvenating us both as it blew softly at us.

Plucking up more courage, I turned to her and smoothed the sides of her hair as the sporadic winds messed it up a little. She remained still and sat looking at the horizon, offering no resistance as I touched her hair and pushed it behind her ear. As I did that, there was a strong urge in me to take it a bit further but I didn’t want to push my luck.

“You cold?”, I asked as I lifted my knees up and hugged them tightly against my body. “The wind is making me cold until the hair on my arms is standing.”

She rubbed my arm with her hands, warming it as she moved and sat right beside me, physically closest we’ve ever been. “I’m ok. Be careful, don’t catch a cold ok?”

It was now or never as I put my arm around her and held her shoulder. She responded by laying her head on my upright knees. The winds would now be blowing her hair into my face as we sat there, bodies close enough to share our warmth with one another.

Pushing my face into the back of her head, I gave her a small kiss as well as smelling the soft fragrance of her hair. It made her close up to me even more and I could feel her breast pushing softly against the side of my leg.

This would definitely be the beginning, I thought. No old fashioned mentioning about going steady or if she wanted to be my girlfriend. In this day and age, I would reckon this is the acceptance of two willing parties wanting to start a relationship together.

I moved my arm that was around her lower along her torso and held her at the waist, hugging her closer, wanting to feel more of her. I willed Time to come to a standstill, hoping this feeling would forever remain and that we would continue to be entwined, arms and limbs locked in each others’ embrace. Time, being his stubborn self, refused to succumb and chugged along steadily. Soon it was late and we broke the hold on one another and she said she had to be home to have an early rest.

We walked back to the car, holding hands, not speaking much. I wasn’t sure what she had going through her mind but in mine, I was feeling ecstatic and remembered every detail till this day.

Driving her back to her place, she told me that she knew of a couple spa and massage place and suggested we try it out. Spa I don’t mind, the problem was the massage aspect. Being very sensitive to massages, I always had visions of badly bruised and beaten up masseurs when I resisted as they attempted to force a massage on me. She laughed jovially as I acted the scene out, filling the cabin of the Toyota once again with her infectious laughter. Ever cheerful and charming, it was hard not to fall for her and I knew I had already done so.

Parking the car after arriving at her place, I turned off the engine and said that I would be seeing her up. The other reason was to spend more time with her as I wanted to stretch it for all it was worth. She had a busy schedule and I wasn’t sure when we could meet again, but I certainly do hope it will be soon.

“It’s ok Grim, I can go up myself.” She turned towards me and we hugged in the car. I felt the intimate brush of her soft breast against my arm as we held one another for a moment. I could feel her hands rubbing my back gently and I reciprocated it. Pushing my hand underneath the fabric of her polo T, I felt smooth skin and ran my fingers along it, too shy to move to her hotspots, not wanting to spoil an already beautiful evening.

“Come on, I’ll see you up ok? In case got molester, you know.” Remembering recent cases of an Indian chap flashing and molesting the women in Singapore, I felt it would be safer if I saw her up anyway. I wasn’t expecting much more already. This night has made us what we are now and it would be good to keep this the way it is – to end the night on this wonderful note.

She nodded her acknowledgement and giggled at me, “No naughty ideas huh? My siblings and mum are at home. We won’t be able to be naughty tonight.”

I feigned a shocked look at that statement and it seemed to make her laugh even more as she slapped me on the shoulder. It must have made her think I was all ready to go for a hot and erotic night!

We were alone as we entered the lift and embraced once again. Hands running all over one another’s backs, I felt her breasts pushing against my body and relished the sensual feeling. I could feel blood rushing southwards as I slowly hardened at our closeness. The lift’s journey seemed like an eternity as I faced her and kissed her softly on the forehead, then her full lips, both her cheeks and then the tip of the nose, making the sign of Trinity and sincerely believing God will take care of this lovely baby of mine.

As we stared into each other’s eyes, I pulled her closer and kissed her fully on the lips once more, this time with renewed vigor, using my tongue to open her mouth and tasting the sweetness within. We shared our disappointing, short-lived first kiss for only seconds when the lift arrived at her floor and we had to break painfully apart. We were still holding hands, not letting one another go and she pressed the button to another floor. My heart skipped as the lift doors closed again, enclosing us in our little world as we came together once again, body against one another, our lips locked in serenity as our tongues fought furiously with one another.

Upon reaching the lower floor, she led me out and headed towards the staircase. Climbing up a floor so that we would be hidden from the lift landing, she stood on a step above me and without wasting any more precious seconds, we held one another and kissed lovingly once more. It was the longest, hardest and most sexual kiss I’ve ever had. My mind was in a whirl concentrating on the kiss, but not oblivious to the fact that her hands were rubbing my bare back under my shirt as I too, moved my hand under hers and rubbed her warm skin and at the same time massaging the back of her nape with the other.

I was already fully erect and secretly wanted more. The intensity of the kiss and her backrub was making me especially horny. I purposely pushed my hardness against her, hoping she would feel it. The kissing continued, never letting up, none of us wanting to break apart from it.

Moving my hand in between our bodies, I touched the side of her breast and pushed against it a little, eliciting a soft groan of pleasure from her as she held my hand and guided it under her shirt as if as she wanted to feel more. Not wanting to let her down, I unbuckled her bra at the back and slid my hand up the front and cupped her, feeling the already erect nipple and squeezing it gently. She broke the kiss at this juncture and emitted a longer groan of satisfaction.

I had a quick glance at her reddened lips as she took a deep breath and pulled my head to hers once again as we kissed as hard as we were doing before.

Not wanting to neglect the other side of her body, I pushed her bra up so that both her breasts would be free and gave the other the attention it so well deserved. I could sense that she was slowly being driven sexually crazy as her moans became more frequent and she pushed her lower body against mine.

We must have been kissing for more than 5 minutes by now, bar that short break as she came up for air, and it still felt as magical as the first time we locked lips. Dropping my hand to the lower edge of her skirt, I moved up her thighs and felt the warmness of her privates. She spread her legs apart a little as I massaged her inner thigh and occasionally rubbed against the outer layer of her panty. It must have sent wave after wave of sexual pleasure to her as she hugged me even tighter and pushed her lips even harder against mine.

Getting my index finger underneath her panty and using the other fingers to push it aside, I felt her wetness as my finger sought to look for her clitoris, wanting her to feel even more and desiring to show her how much I wanted to satisfy her yearnings.

It wasn’t hard to find an already engorged clit. Rubbing my finger against the obvious hotspot, her body rocked steadily as I stimulated her fiery desire. I kept the other hand busy in between back and neck rubs, occasionally returning home to hold her breasts and gently squeeze her.

Time must have frozen while we indulged in our little staircase rendezvous. When we finally broke the record of a kiss, we both had lips that were reddened with all the activity and hair messed up beyond words. Though she didn’t make any move towards my manhood, I felt positive about me giving and her taking. This would definitely not be the first, and neither the last, and I wanted to savor and cherish what may come in the near future.

“Grim, I really need to go but I don’t want to and…”

“It’s ok baby.” I hugged her once more and gave her a slight peck on the lips. “I can still come and ‘pick you up over lunch and make out’ right?”

We laughed softly at my reference to her message, not wanting to wake up anyone who could hear us. We held hands and made our way back to the lift landing and finally the exercise of sending her home to her doorstep was completed successfully.

As I was driving back home, I received an SMS from her that only had a simple phrase, but was a phrase so apt and made me feel all warm and tingly inside.

“I love you.”

-End Chapter 4-

Topiary of Love - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – What Are Friends For?

The Connection We Had
And Can’t Wait To Have Again
Is Something So Special
And Usually Hard To Find

Don’t Want To Lose You
So Please Take My Hand
Trust and Forgive Me
And Leave the Past Behind

- unknown -

Yawning like a wild lion, I awoke the next day feeling a stronger enthusiasm for life. I sat up and propped my pillow against the head of my rickety old bed of too many years and turned on my laptop, hoping to have an offline message from her.

Unfortunately, Yahoo dashed my hopes sitting there with nothing showing up. Oh well, what was I expecting? It was only a hug, possibly a friendly one and I was making it look like she was getting me all riled up for a night of hot, passionate and supremely orgasmic wild sex.

Shutting the machine down, I got out of bed and made preparations for work, humming a little tune to myself. Come to think of it, that irritating tune came from the McDonald’s advertisement – I’m loving it’.

Life seemed to have made a U turn last night as I found myself unusually polite and courteous whilst on the way to work. The CTE, as usual, was jammed packed with vehicles heading into the city. I made a conscious effort to give way for every other driver who wanted to turn into my lane. If only the traffic police would see me now, they would either give me an award for road courtesy or even pull me over for road hogging. Yes, I was really going that slow and still feeling good about it!

Work-wise, it was the usual routine. I kept checking Yahoo if she had come online so I could get a little chat going. My heart was yearning for her company, even if it was just online company, anyway she was in another country altogether. Sadly, she must have been really caught up at work. I had to keep myself from sending her an SMS but decided against it as I did not want to look too “sticky” in a new born relationship. There I go again, it wasn’t official yet and I was thinking as if I had found a new girlfriend already.

As the day wore on, more urgent tasks were presented to me that had to be attended to in the soonest time possible and I got entrenched in a deep pit filled with work that just had to be done somehow. Putting aside my romantic thoughts for the time being, I kept going at work with a gusto never before experienced. Even the old maids felt that I was a changed man and came over and asked if I was ok and if I needed any help.

Sometimes, the effect of another person in your life may just do the same to you. At this juncture, it certainly felt that I was falling in love with her; a remarkable woman that I’ve only met the night before but had tons of chat logs to re-read and fall head over heels all over again.

Nearing the end of the day, Jack, a good friend of mine, sent me an SMS. The message wrote, “Yo bro, wanna go 4 a drink?”

It had really been a long time since I hung out with Jack. I haven’t been doing much socially since taking on the new position and an invitation to catch up over a few beers was definitely very welcome.

We met at our favorite waterhole – The Axis Bar at the Oriental Singapore in the evening and were just making small talk about work, life and his favorite, women.

I think it’s only fair that I provide a little background information on Jack. Jack’s a very adept and resourceful software engineer. Most people would relate to a geek or a nerdy person when it came to an IT professional but not when they’ve met Jack. Back when we were in National Service, the gang, as we used to call ourselves who included the other buddies, would frequent Zouk whenever we had our allowances released from the Government.

Built like a fighter pilot with good looks to boot, Jack would almost every time bring home a beautiful woman for a romp when we left the club. Till today, Jack still has kept himself looking as young and handsome that he always has been. Despite his good looks, Jack’s bane is that he’s very alcoholic (at least by my standards). He drinks relentlessly, never stopping even after he’s certified drunk by the people around him. And when he gets drunk, the male ego takes over and he will absolutely do anything you ask of him.

As the night wore on, and after a couple of whiskeys, I was telling my story to Jack about her, fervently going on about the special feeling I felt and the way she made me feel as a person. Jack probably didn’t look very interested but I just had to let someone know what I was going through and he just happened to be the one.

“Just fuck her man. If you won’t, send her my way, I will.” He muttered while downing another shot of whiskey on ice.

I felt disturbed having that imagery of him with my baby doll. “Come on lah bro, I told you about her cause I want you to know I may have found the ONE man!”

“Ok whatever,” he replied, glancing over my shoulder at the table behind me. “Tell you what, forget her today. I’ll go over and get that chio babe over here to keep us company.”

I turned around and saw a lanky lady sipping on an orange colored cocktail. She looked as if she was alone and definitely a tourist. I would reckon a guess at maybe Russian at my initial look. Noticing that Jack had already made his way to her, I turned back and sighed at myself. Here we go again. Another tale of Jack’s adventure would be penned in my mind tonight to share with another ‘gang’ member – Patrick. If you can recall, Patrick appeared in a previous story when he messaged me on Yahoo when I was still living the good life in the company I left.

As expected, it wasn’t long before Jack came back, holding her drink and introduced his new found friend to me. Her name was Monika, from Poland and was here in Singapore on a business trip. We exchanged name cards and I noticed her Director of Marketing position. Another yuppie as I guessed she would be around the same age as us.

The assimilation of another drinker to a party would normally be in the best of interests for all concerned but this time, I felt left out as Jack kept going at her, teaching her the wonders of local drinking games and laying on the charm as much as he could. Together with his good looks, I could tell she was slowly getting hooked.

I lay back on the couch and wondered why Nature was so unfair in creating us human beings. Why did only a select few have what it takes whereas the rest of the population had to endure watching the select few excel in something that only we can only hope to achieve.

Jack noticed my boredom and grabbed my arm and told Monika that we’re going to the boys’ room. Still giggling from another one of Jack’s lewd jokes, she said she would be coming along to the ladies’.

In the gents, Jack made me a proposition, “Grim, I seriously don’t mind and I think she won’t too. You want to have a threesome? It’ll be fun!” He asked as we both faced the urinal and emptied our bladders.

“You siao or what! You know I don’t do these kind of thing. You drunk already is it?

He laughed as he zipped his pants, looking into the mirror and adjusting his clothes. “Good things big bro like me always share. Last chance, want or not? She already said I could send her up to the room when we’re done later.”

“Nope you go ahead. Haven’t you been listening when I told you about…”

“Yeah I know, Huan Zhu Ge Ge, I know.” He interrupted me before I could finish. “Anyway it’s your prerogative.” He wiped his hands dry and we both made our way back to our table, leaving the indecent proposition dead in the men’s room.

I think Jack must have had a drink too many. After downing his god-knows-how-many next glass of whiskey, he lay back against the couch and looked seriously dead drunk. The night was over. I didn’t have much to say to Monika as Jack was the one keeping her company the whole night and I suggested that I’ll send Jack home since he was already dead to the world.

Monika suggested we get him to her room at the hotel to see if we could freshen him up but I courteously declined. Jack wasn’t going to be much good in bed today from the looks of it, but she insisted about doing so. She did make sense though since her room was only a lift journey and Jack was staying all the way in faraway Changi.

Moving a drunken man is akin to transporting a tranquilized elephant. Heavy, uncooperative, with the occasional grunt and incomprehensible mumble. Somehow or rather, we made it into her room and I laid him down on the soft and warm hotel bed.

Now I’m not sure if this is typical of the Polish women but when I came out of the bathroom after washing the mix of drool and liquor from Jack on my clothes, I saw a naked Monika giving Jack, who was also naked now, a blowjob on the bed.

I stood at the doorway transfixed. Jack was already so drunk he couldn’t get himself any form of erection. He just lay there and slept while Monika was trying her best to elicit a response from him. Her head bobbed up and down furiously as her hands swirled around his limp and lifeless member. Till date, I should have whipped out my mobile phone and caught this scene on video but my mind was at a loss of what to do as I stared at this couple, not knowing whether if it was rude of me to start laughing!

It must have been a few minutes later than Monika gave up. Turning to me and asking me in her thick Polish accent, “Grim, you want one too?” She beckoned to me as she said it.

That was the last straw. I hurriedly said no thanks and picked up my laptop bag and left the room. I’d rather keep my reputation as the man with no sex than to make out with a stranger who I have no chemistry with right in front of my good friend, notwithstanding that he was already dead to the world.

I made my way home, laughing to myself as the memories of Monika and Jack replayed itself over and over. It would be a great tale to tell the rest of the guys, a vulnerability of Jack that would haunt him for the rest of his life and as long as we are his friends.

The next day, I awoke to a new SMS sent at 5am from Jack. “Bro, Monika told me what happened. You better dun tell anyone, ok?”

Sure Jack, sure…

-End Chapter 3-

Topiary of Love - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – First Touch

To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may be the world.

- Bill Wilson –

Hideous amounts of work pandered for my attention as I struggled to keep myself sane whilst wading through financial numbers week after week, even worse when month-end came about. Losing my previous job was already a painful tear in my little fabric of life. But egged on relentlessly by this encouraging person who only appeared on a little screen on my computer, I tried to make do and do the best I could.

I still held her to her promise to meet up, bar the swimming as I have a little paunch which I consider a bane to my exterior. I don’t drink much, but yet my friends refer to it as the 30's pot-belly. I abhor that term though I’ve come to terms with it since I don’t really exercise at all.

There were many occasions that came up that we could have met, but I have never brought up the topic of meeting. Some would say, it’s only for dinner or lunch, why was I being so uptight about it? I guess when you associate with something and it becomes excruciatingly comfortable, you would not want to change it, even for just a little bit. We’ve become very bosom pals online and maybe the thought of meeting up and seeing one another, and then finding out something about the other party in person would spoil what we have going. That would be the primary reason in keeping the meet up from happening.

But life’s surprises always seem to present itself in the weirdest ways possible. It was just a regular weekday at work when she sent me the most unexpected chats that I have not prepared myself for.

-----Begin Chat Log-----
Her: STILL ARD?
Me: yup
Her: OMG
Her: playin games?
Me: lots of paperwork
Her: poor u
Me: no lah clearing up paperwork stuff
Her: dinner?
Me: ate already
Me: went down earlier
Me: u?
Me: still in office?
Her: of cos haven lo,
Her: yup
Her: still in office
Me: wah lau
Her: clearin some work b4 i go on a trip
Her: =)
Me:
Me: where u going?
Her: btu i too long never clear emails
Her: need to organise
Her: me?
Her: im leaving for KL for business
Me: aiyoh...
Me: then why dont go dinner yet?
Me: pls go and eat something
Her: oorh
Her: later
Her: u want to come and see me to the airport? be my cab driver ahaha
Her:
Me: ?? you mean it?
-----End Chat Log-----

This was certainly a break from the boring routine of life. It finally came after more than a year of being Yahoo buddies. She was heading to the airport from the office directly. It was, frankly, now or never. I immediately agreed to be her chauffeur for today and to pick her up from her office.

Exchanging mobile numbers for the first time was an interesting exercise. I daren’t call her and instead SMS’ed when I was leaving the office. So much for bravado! Rushing for time, I suggested her having a quick dinner at the airport and received her message of acknowledgement.

It certainly felt euphoric having a sudden shift to the relationship. On my way down to pick her up, many scenarios unfolded in my mind. For my more imaginative readers, none of the thoughts were sexual by nature.

How was she like? How would she sound like? Was she going to be a young or a slightly mature lady? It was not going to be long before I found out. The apprehension was stronger as I neared her office. I quickly ran through a list of topics to talk about, chatting jovially on a chat system was entirely different than speaking in real life. I wanted to be sure I didn’t screw things up because this friendship really did matter a lot to me.

Parking at the basement, instinctively I sent out a simple SMS to her telling her where I was, the dark grey of my Toyota as well as the license plate number. I never imagined myself being on another blind date. But here I was, meeting up with someone whom I know so well but yet, who seemed like a stranger at this juncture.

It was not long before I heard a tap on the passenger side window. A very youthful lady looked at me from the outside and smiled. It was a charming and attractive smile that I would find it hard to forget. Sporting a slightly longer than shoulder length hairstyle, this was the lady that has been chatting with me for more than a year before we actually met today.

I unlocked the doors and exited from my side of the vehicle, she only had a luggage and she was carrying her laptop and had a pink handbag strapped on her shoulders.

Excitement and shyness engulfing me, I could only manage a short greeting of sorts, “Wah short trip?”.

“Only for 2 days. Nice to finally see you Grimnar, after so long. My taxi driver.” She giggled as I helped to load the luggage and her laptop into the back seat.

She seemed so much at ease whereas I was a total wreck! I always thought I was the confident type, always ready for any smart ass remark thrown my way, but this time, something was different. I wanted to impress but found it hard to keep my thoughts organized.

Dressed casually in a simple V necked polo T and quartered pants, she exuded confidence and independence, which was probably the traits that made her a, supposedly, high paying executive in her company she worked in. And I'll admit, I did consciously notice her generous cleavage as well as a very voluptuous figure.

Frankly, I was expecting her to be much more senior in her age as she was always the one spurring me onwards to achieve more in life. But here she was, in the flesh, and I haphazard a guess that she was probably still in her early twenties.

Here are some general rules of thumb when meeting someone for the first time in your life. Never attempt to follow what I did from here on. You will make a fool of yourself that medieval court jesters can only hope to achieve.

Making our way out from the carpark to the airport, I broke the awkward silence, “Um, so, what you think?”

“What I think, what?” She replied.

“Was I what you expected?” I asked shyly. “I mean, first time and all. You must have had some expectations about what I’ll be like.”

“My goodness, stop pressurizing yourself lah!” She retorted. “You are a fine young gentleman what. Very available, you know.” I turned to look at her at that remark and found her looking back at me with that magical smile of hers.

She pointed out to a passing red colored Vios. “Hey Grimnar, that car you just passed by, the lady driver very chio!”

I just had the perfect answer for that statement, “Um, sorry I can’t see cause I’m driving, anyway I think my car also got a chio babe.”

I think I just experienced the exuberant feeling of making someone truly happy as her laughter from my little statement resonated within the small cabin of the Toyota.

She made herself comfortable and took off her shoes and crossed one of her legs under the other as we entered ECP and made way towards the airport. Feeling more at ease, as I began to warm up towards her presence, I started picking out topics that I had prepared in my mind beforehand. Not that it mattered anyway, she was as chatty in life as she was on Yahoo.

It was a refreshing drive on a familiar road. We exchanged stories over stories, jokes leading to more jokes, even raunchy ones and for once in a very long while, I felt at peace and fell in love with life again.

Arriving at the airport, we checked in her luggage after figuring out a few new methods of fitting her laptop in there. Her clothings and toiletries were packed unexpectedly messy for a lady. We laughed gaily at how many different ways we could have repacked her stuff. There was also an embarrassing moment as I saw a white colored bra laying on top of her clothing and she saw me staring at it for a tad too long and slapped me playfully on my back for being “naughty”.

There wasn’t much more time left before she had to check in for the flight out. We took refuge at Mcdonalds as she grabbed a quick dinner. Over the remaining time we had, we continued our tirade of jokes and stories. I bet the other patrons were staring at us as we kept ourselves, and them, entertained for the time we were there.

Alas, she would be pushing her luck too far if she didn’t check in. I longed to have her stay for another story, another joke, and my broken heart yearned for her not to go. I have never been so cheerful, so relaxed after such a long time and I craved to partake in this fantastic feeling for a longer time.

Walking her to the check-in gate, I told her to drop me a message anytime if she was free. I certainly felt a closeness to her that has been eluding me all these while. She was like a sister as well as a best friend. The chemistry was definitely there. It’s hard to put feelings into words and I struggle as hard as I can to pen it all down here. It was truly, magical, in that sense of the word.

Turning towards me before she headed in, I unexpectedly felt her arms going around my body and she gave me a soft hug. My heart started pumping with wild abandon as she held a shocked and surprised me for what seemed like an eternity.

“Thanks for coming to pick me up. Give you a hug for your reward.”

My hands lay helpless beside me. I didn’t hug back as I was at a loss of what to do.

She broke and headed into the check in area. Leaving me and my heart running in overdrive, I only managed a wave as she got her passport checked by immigration while she flashed me another one of her heart melting smiles and walked away to the gate. It was another few more minutes that I stood there, staring at nothingless, and hoping she would just appear for another brief moment.

-End Chapter 2-

Topiary of Love - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Prelude

What Is It That I Love?

If asked why I love her I would say
It’s the sway in her hips,
the thickness in her thighs.
It’s the lust in her lips,
the love in her eyes.
It’s the softness of her skin,
the silk in her hair.
It’s the twist in her walk;
it’s the sweetness in her talk.
It’s the way she loves me
that makes me love her each day.
That is what I would say.

- Justin Hutchins –

She was like an angel from Heaven sent forth to aid and inspire me to greater heights in life. A bringer of encouragement to keep me going when it seemed that this harsh world has conveniently deserted this excuse for a human being.

In the many chats over Yahoo IM that we had, I was usually the one pouring out depressing complaints over and over again. Yet, her patience never wavered and messages of encouragement stemmed forth from her as though as it was the Yellow River in China during the monsoon season.

She was just a casual acquaintance on the Internet. Over time as she started to know me more it felt as though as she was a part of my inner self, understanding me, my thoughts as well as the feelings that coursed through my veins.

Over time, I felt strongly compelled to see her in person. I dropped obvious hints about meeting up and we even fantasized about our outings if we ever had the chance to meet up in person. Sadly, call me shy, no balls, cowardly or what have you, the meet up never materialized at all. We continued to rendezvous on the Internet whenever we could.

Here’s a little chat log that we had early this year. I picked it as it’s a good read by itself and yet it brings everyone up to the point where we finally did meet for the first time. Do note that the names have been changed to protect her identity, and is posted in it’s entirety with no editing.

------Begin Chat Log------
Me: hihi
Me: i went out walk walk earlier
Me: just came back
Her: OOH
Her: WATS THE DREAM?
Me: i dreamnt i was the male secretary of this big big big boss
Me: then wherever he travels for business meetings etc i have to follow
Me: and i am given a huge sum of cash - one big roll of US$ to spend on him if he needs anything etc etc
Me: so we travelled to this country for a meeting, and before he enter the meeting room, he said to me, "Grimnar, tonight get me the 3 best girls you can find from this country. I want to relax tonight."
Her: HAH
Me: then i went back to the hotel room and started to make phone calls
Me: then girls who were interested, congregated at the hotel lobby. The payment was USD$20K for 1 night.
Me: so you can imagine how many girls there were
Me: so i was in the hotel room, and i sat at the table in the room screening these girls. they had to come up to my room in groups of 5.
Me: then i have to ask them to look hot, look sexy etc etc
Me: like i am a judge of american idol like that
Me: to choose 3 of the hottest girls.
Me: one of the girls in one of the groups, who is quite pretty actually came up to me and said if i choose her, she will give me the wildest oral sex i have ever experienced.
Me: then i told her, the problem is, my boss doesnt like girls that i have "touched" before. so i cannot promise her that i will choose her.
Me: BUT
Her: ..
Me: i dun mind trying out her promised oral sex first, but she has to make me feel good and I cannot orgasm.
Me: its a dream lah
Me: so she went under the table and started doing her thing while i still screen the other girls
Me: long story short
Me: she didnt succeed so i didnt choose her
Me: and i brought up the other 3 girls i chose to my boss at his room when he came back
Me: then when he opened the door
Me: he said he will take one of them only coz he tired and the other 2 will stay with me that night.
Me: then i woke up..
Me: then i quickly try to get to sleep again but cannot at all...
Me: i thought can continue
Me: then when i opened my eyes again, i saw it was 9am already
Me: so thats the end...
Me: haha
Me: so silly right
Her: wow
Her: its so rare to have a sex dream
Her: well i can understand
Her: after that
Her: u r looking for something chilling
Me: but i only liked that
Me: i mean i liked the part
Me: where i got one big roll of USD$
Her: haha
Her: welll
Me: only a dream...
Her: and oso the nice cool sexy woman giving u
Me: will never come true
Her: hha
Her: when u r rich lo
Me: it was only a dream lah
Me: but can remember so vividly
Me: last 2 nights sleep at around 4-5am
Me: cant get to sleep at all
Me: dunno why
Her: aiyo...
Her: so bad
Me: i feel like taking the anti-deps again
Her: aiyo
Her: pls dun!!!
Me: still got around 1 and half strup
Me: strip
Me: i know for sure eat already will be ok
Her: ...
Me: ok ok i wun...
Me: see how tonight ok?
Her: yup
Her: see when u r free
Her: let me know
Her: can have dinner together
Her: or u free
Her: wan go swimmiug?
Her: let me know
Me: swimming? er... my body not nice
Her: dun be self absorbed..
Her: mine oso not nice
Her: jus exercising mah
Me: i would like dinner though...
Me:
Her: ...
Her: okok
------End Chat Log------

My thoughts flew back to the last blind date I had, back in Secondary Two. I made arrangements to see a phone pal at Toa Payoh Bus Interchange. She was from CHIJ Toa Payoh and I, from another Christian school in the East.

There weren’t cool inventions like mobile phones then and having pagers was reserved for the really trendy kids, which unfortunately, I wasn’t at that time. Thus, prior to meeting, I asked her to describe the bag she would be carrying, her hair length as well as any other interesting descriptions she could tell me so I could approach her.

When I arrived at the Interchange, I could immediately spot her based on her descriptions. Till today, I regret not approaching her and left her waiting there on the round marble seat waiting for me to “turn up”. I was too embarrassingly shy to walk up and say Hi. The intense pressure to go up and say something made me cringe and I jumped back into the bus queue and took the next bus back home.

Needless to say, we never kept in touch after that and I lost a friend. Well, so much for reminiscing about the past.

It seems that I have to ante up since right now my Yahoo pal is hinting about meeting up.

-End Chapter 1-

Topiary of Love - Prologue

First off, here's wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Having finished the last chapter of my sexual endeavours, I spent some time reflecting upon the new job that I had, the new people I met and the direction where I was heading into.

Things now aren't as rich and colorful as compared to the good old days in '04-'05. In any case, I had to pick myself up from the rut and I semi-did (I reckon).

I'm currently working my butt off in another MNC in the Finance department. Woe betide me if I were to mention which company it is and may my soul rot in Hell if I were to lie about the horrid women I work with. I have a strong indication that the average age of the women sitting around me is 45 and they probably have sex half that number in a year!

Nevertheless, this is my new job and I will persist!

By the way, I would also like to send out an acknowledgement to the place where my stories first started off. (http://bar.sgforums.com) It was a chance drop-in then when I was looking for a new car to purchase and a friend of mine told me I could read up on some of the reviews at Sgforums. Picking out the Adult forum, I paid a visit, looked up some threads and the rest, as they always say, is history.

It was also a time when I was "learning" the Internet. I unashamedly allowed people to view my email address online, my Yahoo nick online and soon after the first two stories were published on the forums, I had a lot of requests from sex hungry Yahoo-ligans and my email address was probably sent to tons of porn email lists.

Lesson learnt, I promptly removed my personal info from the forum profile and slowly weeded out the unsavoury "characters" from Yahoo Messenger.

Well, not all were removed though. There was someone who added me on Yahoo, a nice lady who I kept up chats with a bit now and then. She was different than the rest, who I suspected were men pretending to be women.

Though the topics we discussed about spread far and wide, she always came back to the age old question of whether if these stories are true. Well, if they were not, I would be churning one out every other week.

I believe the anonymity of the Internet makes one a bit more open discussing sensitive issues. Initially, we only had small talk, coupled with a bit of ranting about work and life in general. As time went by, supposedly taboo topics were introduced, she told me more about her love life complimented with a dash of her sex life. She was an executive in a well known MNC and being ambitious at heart, spent most of her time at work. A dedicated woman, she was giving her all for promotion as well as trying very hard to secure her future. I would say she's a very gutsy lady and all the more I respected her goals in life.

We never talked about meeting but share some secrets we did. She was also akin to an editor, spotting grammatical and spelling mistakes where she could. My change to using Word as the text editor of choice was also sparked by her. Prior to Word, I was only using Notepad as I loved writing raw, inclusive of mistakes and all and not depending on a tool to tell me what I could or could not do.

Sometimes I did wonder how she looked like, as she was adamant about not sending me a picture of her. But as our friendship grew, I felt more curious and had a stronger yearning to see this support friend of mine. Without her encouragement and companionship, especially during the early part of 2006, I would still be in that rut and probably lost all will to pick myself up.

All in all, this story is dedicated to her and how we picked off from being Yahoo buddies to close, bosom pals.

-End Prologue-