"You don't need to be perfect, to be perfect for me." With that said, I pulled us down to sit on the sandy ground. The waves lapped the shore, whilst the light coolness of the seabreeze caressed us both. "Come babe, it's your day today." I motioned to clear the ground of pebbles as best as I could as she sat down, held my arm and leaned against me.
"What day? Today nothing mah." She gave me a little bite to my shoulder, the way she always did when she felt kind of frisky. I smiled secretly at the thought of us "frisking" one another later, as though as our fates would criss-cross and finally entwine in a fiery ball of passion.
I started to play the recording of yours truly on the mobile phone and thank goodness my little old Sony Ericsson had spunky speakers and the recording was audibly loud even with the noises from the sea surrounding us both.
We held another closer, not only from the cool night but part of it was to listen in to the solo rendition being played over the phone as well as just to be physically close to one another. "I declare that today is your day, for me to give you surprises and to remind you how much I love you. That's why it's a special day." She allowed me to plant a loving kiss on her forehead as she listened intently to me singing Quando Quando Quando, a special recording just for her.
As the song ended and all that left was the sounds of the waves crashing upon the shore, she looked at me and put her arms around my neck and pulled me close. Our foreheads rested against one another and the tips of our noses gently touched. "Dear, that is soooo nice. No one ever sang and recorded a song for me before. Thank you so much. Really can feel how much you sayang me." We kissed again as the stars shone upon us. I was not sure about her, but I felt that there was nothing in the world I would not give up for this moment. With her.
And then there were 2 surprises left...
After staying put for a little while, I guess the chill crept up to me and I began to shiver from the cold. She must have felt the same way as she suggested we go back. As we walked back hand in hand, I popped the next surprise on her as I was already dying from keeping it from her and wanted to pamper her all over again.
"Baby, you know there is more to come. That recording was just showing you a little of tonight. I have another surprise for you." We stood outside the car as I unlocked the doors, none of us willing to let go of one another in order to enter the vehicle.
She laughed gaily and pushed me against the drivers' side door and pushed her body against mine. I inhaled all of her wondrous all-women scent and felt a new sensational high. "Dear, all I want is for you to be healthy so we can be together always. Your gifts pale in comparison to you, and all that I ever will need is you and that will always be my true feelings."
"Since when you so good with words huh?" I chuckled and gently pinched the sides of her bosom making her pull back with feigned disgust at my cheeky antic but soon we were again embracing and kissing for the umpteenth time tonight. "Really babe, I have another surprise for you. It's in the car."
"Honey, you won't need that tonight. I told you I prefer to be raw with you tonight." She giggled as she passed that statement as we entered the car, her reference to condoms lingering in my lust filled mind.
I opened the glove compartment and in it lay the present, all wrapped up and ready for it's discovery. She goshed upon seeing it and as I held it up for her, her eyes seemed to well up in tears as she knew what it would be seeing the brand on the gift emblazoned across the length of the pink ribbon.
"Oh my god. Don't tell me you spent money on this!?" She exclaimed incredulously but she must have felt excited with it as she took it and began to open it up. When the box opened up, she took out the red pouch and pulled out her next surprise. "Oh man! Dear! Dear!" Words could not describe her ecstacy as she held up the necklace I had gotten.
"Come, let me help you put it on."
"Dear! I... Thank you so much." I wiped a tear from her eye as I took the necklace and helped her with it. Some people say that jewellery makes a woman look prettier and much more feminine. In her case, I would dare say she made the necklace look so much more beautiful that it ever would be on the inanimate dummy in the boutique.
As I leaned back and gave her the full once over with the necklace on, she was truly like a princess, my princess. Her smiles and her total look of happiness and surprise was worth much more than what the necklace would ever cost. I was a very satisfied man and beside me was the woman I loved more than anything. I was in bliss. And I hope to God that she would feel the same way too.
Without a word, she leaned over and hugged me once more as I fumbled to start the car and to turn on the airconditioning. No words were exchanged but I could feel a tear of hers streak down between our cheeks.
And then there was 1 surprise left...
As we left the sacred sanctuary of Sembawang and entered the main road leading us back to her home, she held my non-driving hand and gave me a little surprise of her own. "Dear, tonight can you drive me to someplace else?"
"Where would you like to go? It's quite late already now." I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was close to 11.30pm.
"Head to Mandarin Gardens." She replied. "I haven't told you that I rented a place there to stay and just moved in a few days ago. Our little love nest." She squeezed my hand tightly and lay on my shoulder.
Whoa! My mind just went into overdrive hearing that from her. We now have a place of our own and that just made my plans tonight sweeter by the minute! I nodded my acknowledgement and just drove on quietly, my mind in a whirl with all the little plans of lovemaking, myself surprising her with a meal after work one of these days and also of dropping by secretly and leaving secret love notes in obvious places for her to discover on her own.
"Wow! How come you never tell me about it? Do I get a spare key too huh?" I quibbed in jest and I pulled into TPE and accelerated past the posted speed limits towards ECP.
She laughed as she pulled out a bunch of keys from her soon-to-be-replaced handbag. "See? All ready for the man of the house already. Oh and by the way, the condoms are in the pedestal beside the bed already. So no need to stopover at any petrol kiosk to prepare." We laughed together at our favorite sex joke. One that would never lose it's special meaning between us.
I pulled into the condominium grounds and she waved at the guard and showed her residents' pass as the sleepy old Indian man waved us through. I wasted no time in parking and made a show of facing a lot of difficulty while reverse parking. It was part of my plan to put the 3rd surprise in motion. Concerned, she asked me if there was a problem as I kept reversing in and out of the lot and looking at all the mirrors.
"Babe, can you help me go to the back and help me with getting into the lot? I can't see at all."
She exited and went to the back and started to wave me in. I triggered the opening of the boot and it kind of shocked her to see the back of the car open up. From my angle in the driver's seat I could not see her well but I knew she would be looking at the 3rd surprise as I positioned it perfectly in the boot and she would have seen it when it opened.
Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. I saw her leaning into the boot and taking out the bag and then checking it out before she walked over to the driver's side. I rolled down the windows and stuck my head out and gave her a little victory sign with my fingers and smiled like a geek. She strapped the new bag over her shoulders and with arms akimbo, stared at me. "You ah. Tonight you are so going to get it." She came right up in front of me and hugged my head to her breasts, smothering my face into her body.
Her new place was on the 12th floor and as we reached her doorstep. I asked hesitantly, "Are you going to invite me in for a drink?" I tried to look as innocent as possible, roleplaying it as if it was our first date.
She grabbed my arm and held tight as she unlocked the metal gate. "Dear, you are not going home tonight! You are going to be staying the night and I will be trying my best not to let you sleep."
Goodness to goodness. The stars are going to fade and it looks like the moon will too.
- Final Part Upcoming -
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
Noster Nostri - Part 2
It was a cool and beautiful night as we made our way up north to Sembawang. There was a restaurant that served delicious seafood along the coast overlooking the Johor Straits. It was called the Bottle Tree Village and it was to be our dining destination for today.
As we parked and exited from the car, a wave of a "weekend resort feel" washed over me. There were 2 "bottle trees" welcoming us both at the foyer and they looked as if they were godly gladiators guarding the entryway to another world beyond. The refreshing sea breeze caressed our faces and an ensemble of activity loomed within. I could see service people walking tables of tables taking orders and delivering dishes after dishes of what seemed to be delectable chinese cuisine.
My princess seemed to be awed by the 2 ancestral trees. They seemed to exude some kind of ecological magnetism with their huge trunk near the ground which then extended and narrowed up under their short branches. Sovereignty was rightfully theirs I thought as yellow lights shone onto them, increasing their "visage".
The place was accessible only via car and there weren't many patrons around. We took our seats as close as possible to the shore so we could have dinner and look over the waters to the slowly appearing lights over the other side at JB as well as to take in the diminishing warmth from the sunset. All in all, almost perfect, at least in my opinion.
Truth be told, being in love with someone could be a very harsh affair when you begin to start giving more of yourself for her without expecting anything in return. A smile, laugh or just a general feeling of happiness that she feels would suffice to make my day. It didn't matter if I had a bad day at work or if I'm tired from the days' activities. All I wanted was a happy princess and for that, I would give anything within my power.
But sadly, the crux of it would also mean that giving selflessly may end up with a scenario that one's being taken advantage of, or even being hurt far worse than what you would expect.
In spite of all that, I knew my princess and I knew she would not be capable of the hurt that others' would have advised me against. All I felt was pure, for my lady and I would not bear to know that I've not given all that I can for her. Plain and simple.
Our dinner was sumptuous and filling. I didn't have a good appetite though but yet she kept urging me on to eat more. My girl just doesn't know what I will be doing with all the extra carbs later when I need to burn them all. We had small talk for a while and laughed at cheeky jokes. It was a fitting end to the quarter as she could let her hair down after the past few days' of hard work.
"Dear dear," I said as I picked up yet another piece of fish and laid it on her bowl, "Eat more ok? You've not been eating well these few days and your timing all screwed up."
She took that same piece and returned it to my bowl instead. "Don't want. I full already. I don't want to gain weight. Later you see me will feel sian how?"
Laying my hand on her skirt and pushing the frontal area downwards, "Oh, c'mon! I won't feel sian lah. Sayang you already too busy."
She looked towards my hand and then to me in mock surprise. I knew she was faking innocence when she pointed to my hand and wondered aloud, "Ahem! Sayang me or sayang my hamburger huh?"
It had been a long time since I laughed so freely and her laughing together with me only made me feel more strongly for her. I've heard of vaginas being referred to as abalone and pussies but somehow "hamburger" seemed to tickle my funny bone.
When dinner ended, we took a short stroll along the coastline, taking in the sights of the bright colored lights across the waters from the supposedly hustling restaurants and night markets on the other side in JB. Hands linking our bodies as one, there wasn't any need for words as the cool night breeze blew against us. The serenity and peace of the beach engulfed us in it's grasp and it wasn't long before it's grip tightened and we held another close sharing a kiss underneath the night sky.
"Thanks honey for the dinner and the night. This is really a nice place." I held her close as she buried her face against my shoulder.
I took in her soft, feminine aroma, languishing in it's sweetness. Her body pressed gently against mine and I could not do anything but to feel the all familiar urge creeping up on me. I pushed my hands under her blouse and into the bands of her skirt and felt the myriad patterns of the lace of her panty. I didn't want to rush things for now and stayed my hand, caressing her back and basically just.... holding her.
"This is your reward for a hardworking quarter end, babe. I'm not your boss at work, but now I'm your boss in bed." Without awaiting her reply, I pressed my lips against hers and we shared another one of the those what I would call, a "kiss of exotic intimacy".
I dare say that I am proud of one thing in our relationship. Since being together, we never allowed the physical aspect wane at all. The hugs still feel as good and as close as the first one. The kisses we shared still burn furiously with fiery passion and my desire for my little expeditions to touch deeper, or to explore further still rage on without any hint of slowing down.
As we broke our kiss, she held me tighter than before and I looked up to the sky and silently mocked the stars.
How long more do you think you're going to stay shining and blinking, my friends?
-to be continued -
As we parked and exited from the car, a wave of a "weekend resort feel" washed over me. There were 2 "bottle trees" welcoming us both at the foyer and they looked as if they were godly gladiators guarding the entryway to another world beyond. The refreshing sea breeze caressed our faces and an ensemble of activity loomed within. I could see service people walking tables of tables taking orders and delivering dishes after dishes of what seemed to be delectable chinese cuisine.
My princess seemed to be awed by the 2 ancestral trees. They seemed to exude some kind of ecological magnetism with their huge trunk near the ground which then extended and narrowed up under their short branches. Sovereignty was rightfully theirs I thought as yellow lights shone onto them, increasing their "visage".
The place was accessible only via car and there weren't many patrons around. We took our seats as close as possible to the shore so we could have dinner and look over the waters to the slowly appearing lights over the other side at JB as well as to take in the diminishing warmth from the sunset. All in all, almost perfect, at least in my opinion.
Truth be told, being in love with someone could be a very harsh affair when you begin to start giving more of yourself for her without expecting anything in return. A smile, laugh or just a general feeling of happiness that she feels would suffice to make my day. It didn't matter if I had a bad day at work or if I'm tired from the days' activities. All I wanted was a happy princess and for that, I would give anything within my power.
But sadly, the crux of it would also mean that giving selflessly may end up with a scenario that one's being taken advantage of, or even being hurt far worse than what you would expect.
In spite of all that, I knew my princess and I knew she would not be capable of the hurt that others' would have advised me against. All I felt was pure, for my lady and I would not bear to know that I've not given all that I can for her. Plain and simple.
Our dinner was sumptuous and filling. I didn't have a good appetite though but yet she kept urging me on to eat more. My girl just doesn't know what I will be doing with all the extra carbs later when I need to burn them all. We had small talk for a while and laughed at cheeky jokes. It was a fitting end to the quarter as she could let her hair down after the past few days' of hard work.
"Dear dear," I said as I picked up yet another piece of fish and laid it on her bowl, "Eat more ok? You've not been eating well these few days and your timing all screwed up."
She took that same piece and returned it to my bowl instead. "Don't want. I full already. I don't want to gain weight. Later you see me will feel sian how?"
Laying my hand on her skirt and pushing the frontal area downwards, "Oh, c'mon! I won't feel sian lah. Sayang you already too busy."
She looked towards my hand and then to me in mock surprise. I knew she was faking innocence when she pointed to my hand and wondered aloud, "Ahem! Sayang me or sayang my hamburger huh?"
It had been a long time since I laughed so freely and her laughing together with me only made me feel more strongly for her. I've heard of vaginas being referred to as abalone and pussies but somehow "hamburger" seemed to tickle my funny bone.
When dinner ended, we took a short stroll along the coastline, taking in the sights of the bright colored lights across the waters from the supposedly hustling restaurants and night markets on the other side in JB. Hands linking our bodies as one, there wasn't any need for words as the cool night breeze blew against us. The serenity and peace of the beach engulfed us in it's grasp and it wasn't long before it's grip tightened and we held another close sharing a kiss underneath the night sky.
"Thanks honey for the dinner and the night. This is really a nice place." I held her close as she buried her face against my shoulder.
I took in her soft, feminine aroma, languishing in it's sweetness. Her body pressed gently against mine and I could not do anything but to feel the all familiar urge creeping up on me. I pushed my hands under her blouse and into the bands of her skirt and felt the myriad patterns of the lace of her panty. I didn't want to rush things for now and stayed my hand, caressing her back and basically just.... holding her.
"This is your reward for a hardworking quarter end, babe. I'm not your boss at work, but now I'm your boss in bed." Without awaiting her reply, I pressed my lips against hers and we shared another one of the those what I would call, a "kiss of exotic intimacy".
I dare say that I am proud of one thing in our relationship. Since being together, we never allowed the physical aspect wane at all. The hugs still feel as good and as close as the first one. The kisses we shared still burn furiously with fiery passion and my desire for my little expeditions to touch deeper, or to explore further still rage on without any hint of slowing down.
As we broke our kiss, she held me tighter than before and I looked up to the sky and silently mocked the stars.
How long more do you think you're going to stay shining and blinking, my friends?
-to be continued -
Friday, September 28, 2007
Noster Nostri - Part 1
I was in a dilemma. Repetitive feelings of heart wrenching hurt coupled with the constants thoughts of what-to-do surged within me again and again. Everything was going so well until this. And this was what I had never expected, never wanted in the first place.
Allow me to elaborate.
As you may all know, I am head over heels, deeply entrenched in love with my Baby, a beautiful woman that I've been hanging out. Venus to me, emotionally, spiritually and physically. We have been together for almost a year now, the pleasant memories of our togetherness flowing viciously like the waters in the Yellow River, calm to the naked eye but furiously strong underneath.
She was really one of a kind of the opposite gender. Decently naughty I would call it. I remember vividly the times where her laughter permeated the insides of the car. And how about the time when we kissed so lovingly and held one another so tightly that the area in between our bodies would create a vacuum of love. Personally, the sweetest of all was her definition of "multi-tasking" training - masturbating me while I drove on the highway and while chatting on the phone with my manager. Sigh...
Call me a pathetic failure or better yet, a staunch religious man. I have to admit ashamedly that I have yet to penetrate and discover her deepest secrets (if you know what I mean). And it was only a few days ago where I finally decided it would have to happen, that I would have to prove not only to my friends and her but also to myself that I needed to take the bull by it's horns and tell her, not just ask.
Enough being said, the fateful of a few days ago, I dropped her an SMS during the hectic work day and asked her if she would be able to meet that night - "just for dinner" I said.
It was the end of the quarter and for some people in certain job scopes, this was the period where work seemed to magically crunch up and for the same few, late nights or even overnight work schedules seemed to prevail. I knew that her role in her company was also affected by the quarter end push but I knew she wouldn't let me down especially when it was only an innocent request just for a "simple dinner".
Her reply was expected but I still felt elation and receiving her agreement to dinner. "Hi dear, sure what time?" She texted back. A little smiley stared at me with puckered lips as I read her reply and considered the time to meet. She was adamant about going to cheap hotels and her place or mine was a no-no, therefore the only option was to find a nice, secluded and dark place in Singapore and make out in the car. That's what I thought and simplicity often maketh the man.
"I come over and pick u after work. See you at 630ish ok?" My fingers flurried across the keys of my mobile, my skills at SMSing were extraordinary after months of practice, to the point where I could SMS while driving without even looking at the phone.
Her reply was simple, "ok" was all I got and it was enough. Now time to put my plan out in motion. She had no reason to refuse and I knew her period had passed. All I needed was to get her in the right mood and we'll be good. I imagined that every thrust that I would make that night would kill a shining star and I wondered how dark it would be when all the stars have died out and what would be left would be her cries of orgasmic pleasure as I push her over the brink with my long deprived sexual organ.
I made covert arrangements to allow me to leave the office early. Commitments that required me to be around till past 5pm were rescheduled. I made sure that all possibilities of being called back were an absolute nil as I shutdown my laptop on the dot at 5pm and made my way to the car. There were a couple of places I need to be in order to ensure success and there was no turning back now.
My plan involved a 3-pronged strategy. (1) Surprise her (2) Soften her (3) Serenade her
Being not much of a romantic individual, it was especially hard for me to come up with a Utopian scenario but I trudged on in my quest and thought of things that she had ever mentioned that she loved and that I could achieve without too much of an effort. Hopefully the combined surprises would make it much easier for my proposal of car sex before the night ended.
I drove like a determined race car driver gunning for the pole position to achieve my first goal. The destination was to a famous jewellery boutique at Ngee Ann City to pick up something special that would befit my princess. Getting there wasn't a problem. The problem that kept me feeling impatient and frustrated was the crazy after hours traffic. You know what they say in Singapore - Ferrari's are like handicapped cheetahs stuck between elephants' backsides, no matter how much they turn to get out, they will still face another ass.
Thankfully the ordeal didn't screw the Plan up too much. I was slightly late when I exited the boutique with a beautiful piece for her wrapped up nicely in a pink box and tastefully tied with a red ribbon. Now onwards for the second surprise.
It was to be only a short walk across the street to Paragon to select an exquisite ladies' bag for my Baby. I knew what I already wanted to get as I had scoured the web prior in the office for it. She would like it and I knew her existing one was slightly worn out and needed a replacement. Nothing for the best for her I thought as I made my payment.
Now if my friends, once they knew about what I had done, would definitely pepper me with snide remarks of "geylang is cheaper!", "wah, she so worth it meh?". But although all that I am thinking about now is the physical connection with her, my heart still throbs with passionate love that I had felt from day one.
A quick rush back to Ngee Ann City later to pick up the car, I proceeded directly to her workplace to pick her up. Both surprises stored carefully in the boot, I drove more mildly now, protecting the gifts. My mind was now on the third installment of tonight's surprise as I arrived at her office with only 15 minutes to spare to 630pm. The third surprise would be unique I thought. I was to record myself singing a love song to her and replay it back. The only device I had was my mobile phone which had a recording function in it.
I leaned back in the seat and thought about it for a little longer. Would this spoil what I had already gotten for her or would it aid me in tonight's plan of physical conquest? Attribute it to silly masculine "bravery" or the lack of time before she would arrive, I put in the CD for Michael Buble's Quando Quando Quando and played it once, mouthing the lyrics just to be sure I had it all memorised.
As soon as the song ended, I flipped my phone to recording mode and repeated the song again. I decided to sing over Michael's portion of the song and held the phone near so that my voice would mask his. I felt silly doing this and prayed hard no one would walk past and see this crazy man belching out silently into his handphone with his eyes closed.
It must have been one of the longest 4 minutes that I've ever experienced but somehow miraculously I finished the song word for word and as soon as it was done, I held it to my ear and replayed my rendition of it. Seemingly it wasn't to my satisfaction as I had probably held the phone too close to myself and my voice came out raspy and loud and it was sounded like a total disaster. I immediately took a quick look around and satisfied that no one was around, redid the recording a second time, knowing that it would be a do-or-die mission now because she would definitely arrive shortly and I would have not have the opportunity to redo it once more.
The second pass was more like it as I listened to myself singing earnestly during the replay. It was almost shockingly coincidental when she knocked on the passenger side window as I hit the Save button to commit my third surprise to the phone's memory stick.
With everything in place, and so far without any unexpected surprise, I flashed my best smile at her as I unlocked the door to let her in.
"Hi honey, sorry to keep you waiting." She dropped her soon to be replaced handbag at the rear seat and leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek and hugged my arm to her bosom. The tingle of my flesh touching the soft mound of her bosom was welcomed as I kissed her forehead, taking in her beauty like I always do.
She dressed simply today in a denim short skirt that revealed a small hint of her white panty beneath that I could make out. Long had I wanted to feel her wetness beyond that and make sweet, romantic love to her like what a princess should deserve.
Her blouse was a dark colored tank top with a low frontal V neck and it did little to hide her deep cleavage that I had explored countless times before, savoring her scent and hard nipples but never going more than that. She had a sleeveless cardigan on today, and her white bra strap peeked out shyly at me, as if calling out for release.
"Dear, today I've got some surprise for you. Later after dinner I'll share them with you ok?" I spoke nonchalantly, holding back my excitement at what the night would bring us both. "I got everything planned out already, including buying the condoms." I laughed geekily at that, in order to throw her off guard. The condoms were already ready and raring to go and were hidden in the driver's little compartment where it would be easy access for me later to retrieve them.
She gave me a little playful slap on the shoulder and then laid on it, "No need condoms when I use my mouth lah. I prefer to taste your rawness." Her hand laid on my crotch and caressed it gently. Before I had the time to shift to D mode and release the handbrake to move off, I was already erected as anticipation reeled within me.
Little did she know what my plans were and I smiled at her statement as I turned out of the lot and made our way to dinner.
Meanwhile, stars started to appear in the waning light of the day and I figured it wouldn't be long before I would "make" them disappear.
- To be continued -
Allow me to elaborate.
As you may all know, I am head over heels, deeply entrenched in love with my Baby, a beautiful woman that I've been hanging out. Venus to me, emotionally, spiritually and physically. We have been together for almost a year now, the pleasant memories of our togetherness flowing viciously like the waters in the Yellow River, calm to the naked eye but furiously strong underneath.
She was really one of a kind of the opposite gender. Decently naughty I would call it. I remember vividly the times where her laughter permeated the insides of the car. And how about the time when we kissed so lovingly and held one another so tightly that the area in between our bodies would create a vacuum of love. Personally, the sweetest of all was her definition of "multi-tasking" training - masturbating me while I drove on the highway and while chatting on the phone with my manager. Sigh...
Call me a pathetic failure or better yet, a staunch religious man. I have to admit ashamedly that I have yet to penetrate and discover her deepest secrets (if you know what I mean). And it was only a few days ago where I finally decided it would have to happen, that I would have to prove not only to my friends and her but also to myself that I needed to take the bull by it's horns and tell her, not just ask.
Enough being said, the fateful of a few days ago, I dropped her an SMS during the hectic work day and asked her if she would be able to meet that night - "just for dinner" I said.
It was the end of the quarter and for some people in certain job scopes, this was the period where work seemed to magically crunch up and for the same few, late nights or even overnight work schedules seemed to prevail. I knew that her role in her company was also affected by the quarter end push but I knew she wouldn't let me down especially when it was only an innocent request just for a "simple dinner".
Her reply was expected but I still felt elation and receiving her agreement to dinner. "Hi dear, sure what time?" She texted back. A little smiley stared at me with puckered lips as I read her reply and considered the time to meet. She was adamant about going to cheap hotels and her place or mine was a no-no, therefore the only option was to find a nice, secluded and dark place in Singapore and make out in the car. That's what I thought and simplicity often maketh the man.
"I come over and pick u after work. See you at 630ish ok?" My fingers flurried across the keys of my mobile, my skills at SMSing were extraordinary after months of practice, to the point where I could SMS while driving without even looking at the phone.
Her reply was simple, "ok" was all I got and it was enough. Now time to put my plan out in motion. She had no reason to refuse and I knew her period had passed. All I needed was to get her in the right mood and we'll be good. I imagined that every thrust that I would make that night would kill a shining star and I wondered how dark it would be when all the stars have died out and what would be left would be her cries of orgasmic pleasure as I push her over the brink with my long deprived sexual organ.
I made covert arrangements to allow me to leave the office early. Commitments that required me to be around till past 5pm were rescheduled. I made sure that all possibilities of being called back were an absolute nil as I shutdown my laptop on the dot at 5pm and made my way to the car. There were a couple of places I need to be in order to ensure success and there was no turning back now.
My plan involved a 3-pronged strategy. (1) Surprise her (2) Soften her (3) Serenade her
Being not much of a romantic individual, it was especially hard for me to come up with a Utopian scenario but I trudged on in my quest and thought of things that she had ever mentioned that she loved and that I could achieve without too much of an effort. Hopefully the combined surprises would make it much easier for my proposal of car sex before the night ended.
I drove like a determined race car driver gunning for the pole position to achieve my first goal. The destination was to a famous jewellery boutique at Ngee Ann City to pick up something special that would befit my princess. Getting there wasn't a problem. The problem that kept me feeling impatient and frustrated was the crazy after hours traffic. You know what they say in Singapore - Ferrari's are like handicapped cheetahs stuck between elephants' backsides, no matter how much they turn to get out, they will still face another ass.
Thankfully the ordeal didn't screw the Plan up too much. I was slightly late when I exited the boutique with a beautiful piece for her wrapped up nicely in a pink box and tastefully tied with a red ribbon. Now onwards for the second surprise.
It was to be only a short walk across the street to Paragon to select an exquisite ladies' bag for my Baby. I knew what I already wanted to get as I had scoured the web prior in the office for it. She would like it and I knew her existing one was slightly worn out and needed a replacement. Nothing for the best for her I thought as I made my payment.
Now if my friends, once they knew about what I had done, would definitely pepper me with snide remarks of "geylang is cheaper!", "wah, she so worth it meh?". But although all that I am thinking about now is the physical connection with her, my heart still throbs with passionate love that I had felt from day one.
A quick rush back to Ngee Ann City later to pick up the car, I proceeded directly to her workplace to pick her up. Both surprises stored carefully in the boot, I drove more mildly now, protecting the gifts. My mind was now on the third installment of tonight's surprise as I arrived at her office with only 15 minutes to spare to 630pm. The third surprise would be unique I thought. I was to record myself singing a love song to her and replay it back. The only device I had was my mobile phone which had a recording function in it.
I leaned back in the seat and thought about it for a little longer. Would this spoil what I had already gotten for her or would it aid me in tonight's plan of physical conquest? Attribute it to silly masculine "bravery" or the lack of time before she would arrive, I put in the CD for Michael Buble's Quando Quando Quando and played it once, mouthing the lyrics just to be sure I had it all memorised.
As soon as the song ended, I flipped my phone to recording mode and repeated the song again. I decided to sing over Michael's portion of the song and held the phone near so that my voice would mask his. I felt silly doing this and prayed hard no one would walk past and see this crazy man belching out silently into his handphone with his eyes closed.
It must have been one of the longest 4 minutes that I've ever experienced but somehow miraculously I finished the song word for word and as soon as it was done, I held it to my ear and replayed my rendition of it. Seemingly it wasn't to my satisfaction as I had probably held the phone too close to myself and my voice came out raspy and loud and it was sounded like a total disaster. I immediately took a quick look around and satisfied that no one was around, redid the recording a second time, knowing that it would be a do-or-die mission now because she would definitely arrive shortly and I would have not have the opportunity to redo it once more.
The second pass was more like it as I listened to myself singing earnestly during the replay. It was almost shockingly coincidental when she knocked on the passenger side window as I hit the Save button to commit my third surprise to the phone's memory stick.
With everything in place, and so far without any unexpected surprise, I flashed my best smile at her as I unlocked the door to let her in.
"Hi honey, sorry to keep you waiting." She dropped her soon to be replaced handbag at the rear seat and leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek and hugged my arm to her bosom. The tingle of my flesh touching the soft mound of her bosom was welcomed as I kissed her forehead, taking in her beauty like I always do.
She dressed simply today in a denim short skirt that revealed a small hint of her white panty beneath that I could make out. Long had I wanted to feel her wetness beyond that and make sweet, romantic love to her like what a princess should deserve.
Her blouse was a dark colored tank top with a low frontal V neck and it did little to hide her deep cleavage that I had explored countless times before, savoring her scent and hard nipples but never going more than that. She had a sleeveless cardigan on today, and her white bra strap peeked out shyly at me, as if calling out for release.
"Dear, today I've got some surprise for you. Later after dinner I'll share them with you ok?" I spoke nonchalantly, holding back my excitement at what the night would bring us both. "I got everything planned out already, including buying the condoms." I laughed geekily at that, in order to throw her off guard. The condoms were already ready and raring to go and were hidden in the driver's little compartment where it would be easy access for me later to retrieve them.
She gave me a little playful slap on the shoulder and then laid on it, "No need condoms when I use my mouth lah. I prefer to taste your rawness." Her hand laid on my crotch and caressed it gently. Before I had the time to shift to D mode and release the handbrake to move off, I was already erected as anticipation reeled within me.
Little did she know what my plans were and I smiled at her statement as I turned out of the lot and made our way to dinner.
Meanwhile, stars started to appear in the waning light of the day and I figured it wouldn't be long before I would "make" them disappear.
- To be continued -
Monday, April 02, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Commercial Break [Durex]
[cue romantic music in the background]
It was a tranquil night.
The lights, dimmed down low, cast romantic shadows from the still new furniture on the wall. A lit candlelabra stood majestically on the dining table, furious flames flickering from it's yellow candles.
My heart started thumping and my brain shifted into overdrive. What day was today? Did I forget something important? Damn my hectic lifestyle! I cannot seem to remember what the special occasion was today!
Deciding to bite the bullet, I called out to her. This was yet another screw-up. There have been numerous times I forgot important days and events and I would just have to accept it like a man. It should be time to leave this hellhole of a job that I was in, where my entire life has been engulfed by it to the point where I didn't feel like I had one anymore.
Silence replied me. I entered the master bedroom, half expecting her to be in there, and the other half mentally preparing myself for a huge disappointment on her part for once again, forgetting what the occasion was.
Heart beating as if it was a drum being abused by Korean women during the Korean New Year, I noticed that she lay under the sheets, back towards me. There were 2 glasses of Mulberry on the side table. From my vantage point at the doorway, I saw her naked shoulders and guessed that she was fully in the nude.
Feeling a bit lost, seriously not able to recall the special day today, I sat down beside her lithe figure and ran my fingers across her shoulders slightly.
Her immediate response shook me. Turning around when I least expected it from a lady who supposedly was sleeping, she flipped the covers over me and climbed onto me! She was fully alert and marvelously beautiful. Did I mention fully naked too?
My eyes were treated to a full frontal view of my beautiful baby. Her soft perk breasts stared back at me nervously. The areolas were of just the right size, not too small and her erected nipples yearned for my all familiar touch.
As she yelped out a short cry of "Welcome home, Master!", her breasts bobbed sexily as she did a mock salute. This is the lady that I am head over heels in love with. Her shoulder length hair, dyed a slight shade of brown and red for the Chinese New Year, covered a adorable baby-ish look that I've yet to feel tired staring at.
Unsure of whether to smile back in anticipation of what was to come, or look apologetic for forgetting what the special day today was, I held her arms and solemnly said, "Baby, I'm sorry to forget your gift for today." I couldn't let out the fact that I forgot everything and I was totally embarassed to say the least.
"What gift? Can't a horny woman like me surprise her honey when he comes home from a hard days' work? You silly boy." Her deft fingers unbuttoned my workshirt as she started to grind the lower part of my body, eliciting a very natural and familiar response.
I pulled her close, sharing a deep and loving kiss, feeling all relaxed and relieved at her words. She is my baby, and I felt as if I was the luckiest man in the world to have her.
Buttons unhooked, she moved lower and started to work on removing my pants. I leaned back savouring the moment. The tinkle of my belt buckle being removed coupled with the raw noise of my zip being pulled downwards made me jingle with excitement. Though my mind was all numb from the rigours of the work day, my body was ready and willing.
My hardness was obvious and raring to go as she pulled my pants and briefs off at one go. I was slowly being driven mad with lust as her fingers softly caressed the underside, sending an immense sensation that made me want to skip all the foreplay and get right onto the main course.
I cupped her buttocks, pulling her towards me, wanting to end the sexual torture. She lay quietly on me, pushing her soft breasts against me. Having her crotch pressed firmly against mine, I could sense the warm wetness that silently called for me to fill.
As I kissed her forehead, I inhaled a fresh flowery fragrance that was uniquely hers. Having lost all will to hold back, I pushed my hand in between our bodies and positioned myself for the entry.
"Honey, where's your condom?" Her hand held mine as she moved slightly out of reach. "Don't be naughty. I'll put in on for you." She smiled sweetly as she held my manhood, maintaining a mind blowing routine that kept me struggling to overpower her and make love right away.
I was all ready today. Making sure she had no more reason to refuse any sexual activity with me, I had made it a point to buy and keep condoms in the car, at home and hell, even in my office for the odd chance she would visit and when naughty emotions ruled our bodies.
"I got it in the drawer, dear." I gestured to the nearby bedside table. "No more chance for you to escape anymore." I smiled confidently as she leaned over, purposely tracing her erect nipples across my torso sending out yet another small dose of sexual energy.
She took out the still-new and unopened box of condoms and stared stoicly at them, and then me.
It was again, that all-familiar look of past failures.
"Dear, I told you before and you forgot. I only use Durex."
Dammit! I'm never going to have sex!
It was a tranquil night.
The lights, dimmed down low, cast romantic shadows from the still new furniture on the wall. A lit candlelabra stood majestically on the dining table, furious flames flickering from it's yellow candles.
My heart started thumping and my brain shifted into overdrive. What day was today? Did I forget something important? Damn my hectic lifestyle! I cannot seem to remember what the special occasion was today!
Deciding to bite the bullet, I called out to her. This was yet another screw-up. There have been numerous times I forgot important days and events and I would just have to accept it like a man. It should be time to leave this hellhole of a job that I was in, where my entire life has been engulfed by it to the point where I didn't feel like I had one anymore.
Silence replied me. I entered the master bedroom, half expecting her to be in there, and the other half mentally preparing myself for a huge disappointment on her part for once again, forgetting what the occasion was.
Heart beating as if it was a drum being abused by Korean women during the Korean New Year, I noticed that she lay under the sheets, back towards me. There were 2 glasses of Mulberry on the side table. From my vantage point at the doorway, I saw her naked shoulders and guessed that she was fully in the nude.
Feeling a bit lost, seriously not able to recall the special day today, I sat down beside her lithe figure and ran my fingers across her shoulders slightly.
Her immediate response shook me. Turning around when I least expected it from a lady who supposedly was sleeping, she flipped the covers over me and climbed onto me! She was fully alert and marvelously beautiful. Did I mention fully naked too?
My eyes were treated to a full frontal view of my beautiful baby. Her soft perk breasts stared back at me nervously. The areolas were of just the right size, not too small and her erected nipples yearned for my all familiar touch.
As she yelped out a short cry of "Welcome home, Master!", her breasts bobbed sexily as she did a mock salute. This is the lady that I am head over heels in love with. Her shoulder length hair, dyed a slight shade of brown and red for the Chinese New Year, covered a adorable baby-ish look that I've yet to feel tired staring at.
Unsure of whether to smile back in anticipation of what was to come, or look apologetic for forgetting what the special day today was, I held her arms and solemnly said, "Baby, I'm sorry to forget your gift for today." I couldn't let out the fact that I forgot everything and I was totally embarassed to say the least.
"What gift? Can't a horny woman like me surprise her honey when he comes home from a hard days' work? You silly boy." Her deft fingers unbuttoned my workshirt as she started to grind the lower part of my body, eliciting a very natural and familiar response.
I pulled her close, sharing a deep and loving kiss, feeling all relaxed and relieved at her words. She is my baby, and I felt as if I was the luckiest man in the world to have her.
Buttons unhooked, she moved lower and started to work on removing my pants. I leaned back savouring the moment. The tinkle of my belt buckle being removed coupled with the raw noise of my zip being pulled downwards made me jingle with excitement. Though my mind was all numb from the rigours of the work day, my body was ready and willing.
My hardness was obvious and raring to go as she pulled my pants and briefs off at one go. I was slowly being driven mad with lust as her fingers softly caressed the underside, sending an immense sensation that made me want to skip all the foreplay and get right onto the main course.
I cupped her buttocks, pulling her towards me, wanting to end the sexual torture. She lay quietly on me, pushing her soft breasts against me. Having her crotch pressed firmly against mine, I could sense the warm wetness that silently called for me to fill.
As I kissed her forehead, I inhaled a fresh flowery fragrance that was uniquely hers. Having lost all will to hold back, I pushed my hand in between our bodies and positioned myself for the entry.
"Honey, where's your condom?" Her hand held mine as she moved slightly out of reach. "Don't be naughty. I'll put in on for you." She smiled sweetly as she held my manhood, maintaining a mind blowing routine that kept me struggling to overpower her and make love right away.
I was all ready today. Making sure she had no more reason to refuse any sexual activity with me, I had made it a point to buy and keep condoms in the car, at home and hell, even in my office for the odd chance she would visit and when naughty emotions ruled our bodies.
"I got it in the drawer, dear." I gestured to the nearby bedside table. "No more chance for you to escape anymore." I smiled confidently as she leaned over, purposely tracing her erect nipples across my torso sending out yet another small dose of sexual energy.
She took out the still-new and unopened box of condoms and stared stoicly at them, and then me.
It was again, that all-familiar look of past failures.
"Dear, I told you before and you forgot. I only use Durex."
Dammit! I'm never going to have sex!
[cue romantic music fading away in the background]
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Commercial Break [Literature]
Was wondering if anyone has this book and could let us all know what you think of the stories within? I saw it just the other day in Times but it was plastic sealed, preventing free reading.
Anyway, I was forced to give credit to Jack for teaching me how to upload the picture below. Happy now, bro?
Anyway, I was forced to give credit to Jack for teaching me how to upload the picture below. Happy now, bro?
Best of Singapore Erotica
L.Q. Pan & Richard Lord (Editors)
In this first-ever compendium of erotic writing from Singapore, we are presented with a selection of short stories, poetry and narrative nonfiction that is as hot and steamy as the city-state itself.
From the Indonesian maid to the Singaporean prostitute, the local schoolteacher to the American expatriate, the twenty-seven contributions in this book embrace a wide range of erotic beliefs and practices. Absolutely nothing is out of bounds, offering readers a glimpse into the erotic lives of Singapore's inhabitants.
Gerrie Lim, author of bestselling Invisible Trade, reports on the island's hidden world of high-end escorts in Walking The Dog, Singapore Young Artist Award-winner Felix Cheong muses on exotic dancers and their customers in Dancer from the Dance and Singapore's hottest blogger, Miss Izzy, serves up some raunchy new fiction with Club Koyaanisquatsi. Local luminaries Kirpal Singh and Robert Yeo weigh in with poetry and prose, and are joined by well-known Singapore writers Cyril Wong and Chris Mooney-Singh.
The subject of virginity loss is approached from various standpoints, in one story a Singaporean woman joyfully loses her virginity at an early age, while in another she keeps it well into her thirties, despite enjoying a steady stream of erotic fantasies. The female voice is articulated in a variety of social settings by Samarah Zafirah, Meihan Boey, Alice Lee Am and Alison Lester.
Best of Singapore Erotica is a timely addition to the small but growing body of contemporary Asian erotic literature and successfully showcases the best writing from Singapore, assembled into Asia's sexiest anthology to date.
Topiary of Love - Chapter 6
Chapter 6 – Reality Bites
Have I done something wrong
That you leave me so long?
Have I pushed you away
By craving your stay?
- Stephanie Booth –
Signature lush greenery welcomed me as I swerved into the tranquility of the Shangri La hotel. Renowned as a botanical haven, the main building of the hotel stood majestically amidst beautiful flora. After haphazardly parking the car, I entered the main lobby, unconsciously walking hastily, half wanting to see her as soon as possible, the other half was seemingly powered by pure lust.
The friendly doorman, a tall, well-built and royally dressed Singh greeted me heartily with a wave as I breezed past him, myself managing only a weak smile.
I had an inkling that he had subsequently verbally insulted me silently with some Hokkien expletive served with a pinch of “Singh-lish”. Taking no heed to anything else other than meeting up with my baby, I entered the hotel’s grand lobby and called her.
“Coming down dear!”, she sounded chirpy and excited upon knowing that I had arrived. My heart warmed and beat stronger in anticipation of what was going to come. A room, a bed and the two of us together. A perfect recipe on a perfect day, not to mention a perfect hotel. It was truly a blessed feeling to be me. Finally, after a hideous long time of not getting laid, I was within the grasp of making out with someone, someone who recently triggered so many emotions within me.
I thought about days past where we were only Yahoo pals and some of the more memorable chats we had. Fast forward to the first meet up cum date when I sent her off to the airport for her business trip. That first magical hug. The subsequent dinner date and the unforgettable kiss that we shared. If this wasn’t love, then what would it be?
The seconds ticked past, never to be had again. It seemed that I was waiting for an eternity for her arrival. In that short span of time, I actually looked at the time thrice, wondering if this was all a scam and she would be hiding behind a wall or pillar, staring at me, laughing at me as I stood here waiting for her, anticipating a good hot afternoon filled with unending orgasms.
My worries were unfounded as I suddenly felt two familiar arms going around me from the back and her warm presence as I was hugged tightly from behind.
I turned around and held her, our eyes locking. Her smile exuded the purest form of happiness as we embraced for a short moment. “You are so late. Looks like I have to punish you.”
Kissing her forehead, ignoring the stares from the rest of the people around the lobby, I feigned a hurtful look at her statement. “You are so beautiful today, punish me all you want.”
She took my hand and led me away to the lift lobby, both of us knowing what was to come and without skipping a beat, rushing hurriedly to our love nest. She told me on the way up that her sisters were spending the night with her as the room reservation was a “get-away” they planned for. I was invited to have dinner with the girls but for now, we had some quiet time on our own.
“Dear, before you came over I was surfing your blog again and was reading your Domestic Affair. It was really driving me crazy with all the naughty thoughts.” She stood close and held my arm so that I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts and inhale the marvelous scent that was uniquely hers.
She was dressed casually today, in a pink tube top that only served to accentuate her figure in ways one could only imagine. Her thin maroon colored bra straps had the effect of her wearing a spaghetti top. A yellow and pink casual shorts complimented the top. I found myself staring lovingly at her smooth and slightly tanned legs, legs that I would soon be running my hands over. As there were no one else in the lift, I inadvertently put my hands around her waist, slowly moving downwards to pat her butt as she laid her head on my shoulder.
We had only a couple of hours and I wanted it to be special for us. Although I just ejaculated this morning due to my own doing, I felt ready for another round and even more so wanted to impress her in bed. Though many do say that true love does not encompass great sex, I beg to differ. Great lovers and even greater sex will propel a relationship to even greater heights as sex is a fantastic way to open up, to share and to make a couple bond closer and harder.
As we made our way to the room, we held one another so close as if we were newly weds on our honeymoon. “Dear, do you want to take a shower?” She asked mischievously.
That sparked a thought of us making out all over the place, beginning from the washroom. Taking a quick glance at my mobile phone, which I utilize as a timekeeper, it was definitely a very good idea which I accepted straightaway. “Only with you to scrub my back, baby.” The day was certainly looking to be an adventure that would forever remain in my mind.
I could not remember the type of the suite that we entered but the room was beautifully decorated. It was superiorly a distant standard from my place at home, and still much more as compared to my room in my condo that was sold sometime back.
The walls, painted in beige, had paintings framed with wood panels tastefully decor’ed above the huge, comfortable looking king sized bed. There was a sofa positioned near the bed with a coffee table and I mentally took note to spend some time making out with my baby on this piece of furniture.
White fluffy pillows, still untouched, seemed to call us to them invitingly. The soft hum of the air con was almost indiscernible. Basically everything was in place and I secretly wished that her sisters would not be coming over and we could spend the whole day and night just cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another amidst calling out one another’s names as we climaxed together.
She broke my thoughts as she held my hand and pulled me into the bathroom, which was another huge space by itself. Brightly lit and impeccably clean and shiny, it seemed as if it would be an unforgivable sin to dirty the place. The housekeepers must be either well trained or are undeniably devoted to their work, which I fancy the latter.
We stood in the bathroom, looking at one another, not knowing how to start. It must have been some form of shyness that overcame us. I wonder if the first time is always so pure, so sweet that belied the violent throes of an orgasm later.
She made the first move, coming forward towards and locking her lips onto mine, reliving the kiss we shared just the other night whilst her arms ran around my body to hold me close. As usual, it was as if we were bonded into one as we kept at it, my tongue thoroughly exploring every part of her mouth as she bit my lips gently that only served to drive me higher with wanton lust.
Without further ado, I pulled her tube top downwards, releasing her bra covered breasts. Cupping both of them and feeling the already hardened nipples through the cup, I caressed and squeezed them slightly and getting rewarded with a soft “mmm” from her as her body pushed into me, kissing harder with desire.
I felt the cold wall of the bathroom against my back as we kept feeling one another. The kissing never let up in intensity. I was already semi hard on the way up, and was already fully erect and ready to go when we began our petting activities. I hope I am not stereotyping but I believe anyone who is truly in love, will always put his or her partner’s needs before his or her own. It was a sensation I was truly feeling right now. I wanted her to be truly happy in that sense of the word and I was glad I was given the opportunity to do so.
Thoughts aside, she started to remove my T shirt and pushed if over and off my head. Her bra came off too, freeing her firm breasts, allowing me to take a look at the engorged nipples. I felt them again, the soft skin and firmness turning me crazier with every touch.
I bent down and took one in my mouth, not sparing the other any less attention by caressing and playfully rubbing the nipple with my fingers. My tongue licked ferociously, sending little pings of sexual pleasure to her. Her moans became slightly more audible as she hugged my head tightly, pressing my face harder inwards onto her breast.
Consumed wholeheartedly by plain animalistic lust, there was no more turning back for the both of us. We were both naked in a heartbeat, hugging, kissing and her giving me little bites all over my chest, shoulders, neck and lips. With shyness already out of the way, we were threading a fine thin line between heavy petting and the actual act of copulation. Her constant moaning encouraged me further as I slid my hand between her legs and began to give her clit the attention that was so rightly hers. It was easy for my fingers to find the already hardened organ and her soft grunts of pleasure proved even more so that I had found the hidden jackpot.
The silence of the room was broken frequently with her sounds of ecstasy. We were as one, bodies tightly pressed against one another as she wrapped her arms around my neck, not wanting to let go. She was against the wall now as I increased the intensity of my movements at her crotch area, bringing her higher with concentrated efforts on her womanhood. I could tell it wasn’t going to be long before she would explode with a bang as I masturbated her to a mind rending climax.
Her lower body pushed hard against my hand and her grip around me tightened as I felt her tensing up. She gave out a short exclamation, calling out my name as her muscles tightened and seized. She held like that for a short moment, basking in an orgasmic completion. It certainly felt satisfying seeing my baby this way, her sexual closure was my doing and I felt proud of it. We gently kissed and hugged one another as her body relaxed and allowed the orgasm to subside. Her breathing reverted to normal, a stark contrast to the chest heaving and deep breaths she was taking just moments ago.
“Grim, I want us to be together always. I’m not going to let go.” She whispered into my shoulder, barely audible to me.
I hugged her tight and planted my face into her hair, inhaling her sweetness. “I love you baby. I’ll always be yours.”
“It’s your turn now, dear. What do you think if we do it doggy style?” She gently pushed me away and turned on the tap, beginning to fill the tub with warm water.
I took in her words and silently thanked the powers above. (Not that I’m religious) This was the closest I have come to be getting laid. If virginity healed over time, I would be a hundred times virgin all over again.
Stepping into the perfect, porcelain like bathtub, I held out my hand to support her as she got in as well. She sat on the edge of the tub, with my penis facing her, already fully erect and throbbing with impatience. I didn’t particularly care how we would make out today as long as we did it but her suggestion of doing it doggy style was a very pleasant surprise. Frankly, I like, no, love doggy style. It was a position which sent huge tsunami sized waves of pleasure to me.
Holding my member in her hand, she started to stroke it gently, looking up towards me with those mesmerizing eyes that I still found it so hard to pull away from. Giving me a mischievous grin, she opened her mouth and looked as if she wanted to take me in. I closed my own eyes in anticipation and wanted to languish in the undeniable act of receiving a blow job.
The seconds passed and I didn’t feel anything. Her jovial laughter soon filled the bathroom as I opened my eyes and saw her still holding me but giggling happily.
“Hey, you naughty girl, you sabo me!?” I pulled her up and hugged the still giggling woman, half annoyed and half amused at being played out.
The water was already around our legs, just past the halfway mark of our calves. “Dear dear dear, you are soooo cute!” She continued to laugh but she still held on to my manhood, stroking it gently, twirling her fingers around it, keeping me erect and wanting. “Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to disturb you but I don’t like oral.”
We sat down in the tub, me fondling her breasts as she kept playing with my penis. I found I could not bring myself to be angry with her for her playful antics and have already forgiven her when I saw how happy she was laughing and giggling. She was one of a kind and it didn’t matter whether I got a blow job or not.
“Looks like I have to punish you, baby. For being so naughty. I now condemn you to be my doggy.” I joked as I stood up and motioned her to turn around to get ready.
She shook her head, half surprising me. Not another time, I thought. Her playfulness earlier was an interesting change from the norm but if she kept playing it hard to get, it would be very frustrating for myself as I was already too sexed up and was on the brink of losing control and giving it all to the basic male instinct.
“Dear, my doggy style is different. You in front and me behind.” She said, “I won’t play with you liao. Trust me.”
Somehow, an unknown force willed me to listen. I got down in the bathtub, feeling the warmth of the water and positioned myself, doggy style, as if I was the female and wondered what will happen.
She got behind me and started to rub my back with her hands, as if she was a masseur. Her hands moved sensually up and down my back, occasionally stopping to press down on my neck and shoulders. It was very relaxing and conforting. I relaxed myself, giving in to a fantastic backrub. My butt cheeks were not spared as well, her hands moved down my lower back ending at my buttocks and she rubbed and caressed them like I did when I held her breasts earlier.
Moving her hand in front, she held my penis in her hand and continued masturbating me. Staying in my vulnerable position, I did not resist and closed my eyes once more, silently enjoying my baby’s touch. At about the same time, she moved up and started to trace her nipples up and down my back. This sexy act of her sent even stronger sensations to me as I arched my back higher so I could experience it more. She was moaning again and I turn my head around and saw that she had her other hand between her legs, rubbing herself as she slowly increased the tempo on me.
We kept at this for only a short moment, her actions hurtling me towards the “light at the end of the cave”. I didn’t even need to concentrate on my incoming orgasm, her moans, feeling her breasts rubbing my back and her constant rubbing of my manhood just seemed too much for me to control.
I willed myself to relax as I felt my leg muscles familiarly start to tense up for the inevitable climax. She was also driving herself to another orgasm as her moans began to increase in volume and her body began to push against me with renewed strength. I held back for as long as I could but alas, it was too much for me to bear. Succumbing to nature, I gave out a short grunt and held the tightening in my legs as I released control and ejaculated into the water. The feeling was mutual as she pushed hard on me and yelped her own, having climaxed for a second time.
We had a quick shower. The semen soaked water was released back into the sewers as we soaped one another down and playfully sprayed it off. She was smiling a lot and I warmed whenever she laughed.
They say the beginning is always the sweetest and carries the most memories. We toweled one another dry and I even helped blow dry her hair whilst looking at the reflection of her nude body in the mirror. To me, she was the sexiest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever had. She leaned back against me and I held her from the back, both of us looking at one another in the mirror. No words were said but emotions were definitely running wild and were very strong for one another.
The room was especially cold as we got out of the bathroom. The air con was running since we entered and myself, being afraid of the cold, quickly scrambled under the sheets and I beckoned her to join me. We lay in bed, the comforter all the way up to our necks, rejecting the cold air as we held one another. The closeness we shared was indescribable.
Underneath the layers of sheets and the comforter, my hands went towards her breasts again, cupping and fondling them and frequently making my way to touch her soft butt. We kissed again, not the raw lustful kiss that we’re so familiar with but soft and gentle, the tip of our tongues meeting and toying with each other.
It was a surprise for me to grow hard again, wanting more. It seemed that I was raring to go another round and maybe more, if time permits. I pushed her hair away from her face and spread small little kisses all over her face and neck. She seemed to like them, especially the ones concentrated around her neck and in between her cleavage.
Climbing atop her, we were both ready for the traditional missionary game. This was to be the moment that I had been waiting for, for so long. An eternity it must have seemed, as disappointments came and went over the years. But they were all nothing as compared to what I was feeling right now. Making out with one’s true love is more sacred that any other encounter that was otherwise.
She moved her hands downwards between us and felt my readied weapon, “Wah lau dear! You are hard again so fast?”
I responded with a smile and kissed her again fully on the lips as I readjusted myself for the long-awaited penetration.
“Dear, wait!” She held me back before I could join our bodies as one. I looked at her puzzled, “Yes baby?”
“Put on your condom first.” She said as a matter-of-factly.
I didn’t have any condom on me, neither did I thought of buying any in my rush to come here. “Baby, you don’t trust me? I don’t have any cause I came in a rush after seeing your SMS.”
She shook her head negatively and said, “No dear, I don’t want us to get into trouble if I get pregnant. You know it’s so hard to control when we start.”
I lay back on the bed, shocked at the turn of events. After all the hiatus of rushing over, and our tryst in the bathroom, all that is holding us back now was the fact that we do not have a condom!?
Heart wrenching disappointment washed over me as I took in the situation. Stopped by a bloody condom, what a story that would make for the guys once they knew about it. She leaned over and hugged me reassuringly. “Dear, sorry.” Her words trailed off as she couldn’t find anything more to add.
I held her close, my manhood already limp, “It’s ok baby. Don’t forget I’m the man with no sex on the Internet.” She half laughed at that statement, snuggling up close beside me.
“We’ll do it properly next time ok, dear?” She whispered.
She fell asleep as she lay on my shoulder, soft snoring as I looked up to the cornices on the ceiling and wondered what an unfortunate twist we had to an already beautiful afternoon. Her mobile phone sounded an incoming SMS sometime later in the early evening when her sisters arrived and I woke her up. We dressed and proceeded downstairs to the buffet restaurant known as The Line for dinner.
Dinner was uneventful, the situation earlier kept bugging me and I quietly contemplated how much different if I had stopped at a petrol kiosk along the way to just pick up a pack of condoms. I didn’t have much to say but smiled politely and helped the ladies pick up delicacies after delicacies as they ate.
All I wanted now was a chance to replay the afternoon again, I wasn’t filled with regret but it was something else indescribable that made me feel weird. Looking out of the glass panels towards the pool, I suddenly had a thought that made me cringe.
Damn, I am never gonna have sex in real life…
-End-
Have I done something wrong
That you leave me so long?
Have I pushed you away
By craving your stay?
- Stephanie Booth –
Signature lush greenery welcomed me as I swerved into the tranquility of the Shangri La hotel. Renowned as a botanical haven, the main building of the hotel stood majestically amidst beautiful flora. After haphazardly parking the car, I entered the main lobby, unconsciously walking hastily, half wanting to see her as soon as possible, the other half was seemingly powered by pure lust.
The friendly doorman, a tall, well-built and royally dressed Singh greeted me heartily with a wave as I breezed past him, myself managing only a weak smile.
I had an inkling that he had subsequently verbally insulted me silently with some Hokkien expletive served with a pinch of “Singh-lish”. Taking no heed to anything else other than meeting up with my baby, I entered the hotel’s grand lobby and called her.
“Coming down dear!”, she sounded chirpy and excited upon knowing that I had arrived. My heart warmed and beat stronger in anticipation of what was going to come. A room, a bed and the two of us together. A perfect recipe on a perfect day, not to mention a perfect hotel. It was truly a blessed feeling to be me. Finally, after a hideous long time of not getting laid, I was within the grasp of making out with someone, someone who recently triggered so many emotions within me.
I thought about days past where we were only Yahoo pals and some of the more memorable chats we had. Fast forward to the first meet up cum date when I sent her off to the airport for her business trip. That first magical hug. The subsequent dinner date and the unforgettable kiss that we shared. If this wasn’t love, then what would it be?
The seconds ticked past, never to be had again. It seemed that I was waiting for an eternity for her arrival. In that short span of time, I actually looked at the time thrice, wondering if this was all a scam and she would be hiding behind a wall or pillar, staring at me, laughing at me as I stood here waiting for her, anticipating a good hot afternoon filled with unending orgasms.
My worries were unfounded as I suddenly felt two familiar arms going around me from the back and her warm presence as I was hugged tightly from behind.
I turned around and held her, our eyes locking. Her smile exuded the purest form of happiness as we embraced for a short moment. “You are so late. Looks like I have to punish you.”
Kissing her forehead, ignoring the stares from the rest of the people around the lobby, I feigned a hurtful look at her statement. “You are so beautiful today, punish me all you want.”
She took my hand and led me away to the lift lobby, both of us knowing what was to come and without skipping a beat, rushing hurriedly to our love nest. She told me on the way up that her sisters were spending the night with her as the room reservation was a “get-away” they planned for. I was invited to have dinner with the girls but for now, we had some quiet time on our own.
“Dear, before you came over I was surfing your blog again and was reading your Domestic Affair. It was really driving me crazy with all the naughty thoughts.” She stood close and held my arm so that I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts and inhale the marvelous scent that was uniquely hers.
She was dressed casually today, in a pink tube top that only served to accentuate her figure in ways one could only imagine. Her thin maroon colored bra straps had the effect of her wearing a spaghetti top. A yellow and pink casual shorts complimented the top. I found myself staring lovingly at her smooth and slightly tanned legs, legs that I would soon be running my hands over. As there were no one else in the lift, I inadvertently put my hands around her waist, slowly moving downwards to pat her butt as she laid her head on my shoulder.
We had only a couple of hours and I wanted it to be special for us. Although I just ejaculated this morning due to my own doing, I felt ready for another round and even more so wanted to impress her in bed. Though many do say that true love does not encompass great sex, I beg to differ. Great lovers and even greater sex will propel a relationship to even greater heights as sex is a fantastic way to open up, to share and to make a couple bond closer and harder.
As we made our way to the room, we held one another so close as if we were newly weds on our honeymoon. “Dear, do you want to take a shower?” She asked mischievously.
That sparked a thought of us making out all over the place, beginning from the washroom. Taking a quick glance at my mobile phone, which I utilize as a timekeeper, it was definitely a very good idea which I accepted straightaway. “Only with you to scrub my back, baby.” The day was certainly looking to be an adventure that would forever remain in my mind.
I could not remember the type of the suite that we entered but the room was beautifully decorated. It was superiorly a distant standard from my place at home, and still much more as compared to my room in my condo that was sold sometime back.
The walls, painted in beige, had paintings framed with wood panels tastefully decor’ed above the huge, comfortable looking king sized bed. There was a sofa positioned near the bed with a coffee table and I mentally took note to spend some time making out with my baby on this piece of furniture.
White fluffy pillows, still untouched, seemed to call us to them invitingly. The soft hum of the air con was almost indiscernible. Basically everything was in place and I secretly wished that her sisters would not be coming over and we could spend the whole day and night just cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another amidst calling out one another’s names as we climaxed together.
She broke my thoughts as she held my hand and pulled me into the bathroom, which was another huge space by itself. Brightly lit and impeccably clean and shiny, it seemed as if it would be an unforgivable sin to dirty the place. The housekeepers must be either well trained or are undeniably devoted to their work, which I fancy the latter.
We stood in the bathroom, looking at one another, not knowing how to start. It must have been some form of shyness that overcame us. I wonder if the first time is always so pure, so sweet that belied the violent throes of an orgasm later.
She made the first move, coming forward towards and locking her lips onto mine, reliving the kiss we shared just the other night whilst her arms ran around my body to hold me close. As usual, it was as if we were bonded into one as we kept at it, my tongue thoroughly exploring every part of her mouth as she bit my lips gently that only served to drive me higher with wanton lust.
Without further ado, I pulled her tube top downwards, releasing her bra covered breasts. Cupping both of them and feeling the already hardened nipples through the cup, I caressed and squeezed them slightly and getting rewarded with a soft “mmm” from her as her body pushed into me, kissing harder with desire.
I felt the cold wall of the bathroom against my back as we kept feeling one another. The kissing never let up in intensity. I was already semi hard on the way up, and was already fully erect and ready to go when we began our petting activities. I hope I am not stereotyping but I believe anyone who is truly in love, will always put his or her partner’s needs before his or her own. It was a sensation I was truly feeling right now. I wanted her to be truly happy in that sense of the word and I was glad I was given the opportunity to do so.
Thoughts aside, she started to remove my T shirt and pushed if over and off my head. Her bra came off too, freeing her firm breasts, allowing me to take a look at the engorged nipples. I felt them again, the soft skin and firmness turning me crazier with every touch.
I bent down and took one in my mouth, not sparing the other any less attention by caressing and playfully rubbing the nipple with my fingers. My tongue licked ferociously, sending little pings of sexual pleasure to her. Her moans became slightly more audible as she hugged my head tightly, pressing my face harder inwards onto her breast.
Consumed wholeheartedly by plain animalistic lust, there was no more turning back for the both of us. We were both naked in a heartbeat, hugging, kissing and her giving me little bites all over my chest, shoulders, neck and lips. With shyness already out of the way, we were threading a fine thin line between heavy petting and the actual act of copulation. Her constant moaning encouraged me further as I slid my hand between her legs and began to give her clit the attention that was so rightly hers. It was easy for my fingers to find the already hardened organ and her soft grunts of pleasure proved even more so that I had found the hidden jackpot.
The silence of the room was broken frequently with her sounds of ecstasy. We were as one, bodies tightly pressed against one another as she wrapped her arms around my neck, not wanting to let go. She was against the wall now as I increased the intensity of my movements at her crotch area, bringing her higher with concentrated efforts on her womanhood. I could tell it wasn’t going to be long before she would explode with a bang as I masturbated her to a mind rending climax.
Her lower body pushed hard against my hand and her grip around me tightened as I felt her tensing up. She gave out a short exclamation, calling out my name as her muscles tightened and seized. She held like that for a short moment, basking in an orgasmic completion. It certainly felt satisfying seeing my baby this way, her sexual closure was my doing and I felt proud of it. We gently kissed and hugged one another as her body relaxed and allowed the orgasm to subside. Her breathing reverted to normal, a stark contrast to the chest heaving and deep breaths she was taking just moments ago.
“Grim, I want us to be together always. I’m not going to let go.” She whispered into my shoulder, barely audible to me.
I hugged her tight and planted my face into her hair, inhaling her sweetness. “I love you baby. I’ll always be yours.”
“It’s your turn now, dear. What do you think if we do it doggy style?” She gently pushed me away and turned on the tap, beginning to fill the tub with warm water.
I took in her words and silently thanked the powers above. (Not that I’m religious) This was the closest I have come to be getting laid. If virginity healed over time, I would be a hundred times virgin all over again.
Stepping into the perfect, porcelain like bathtub, I held out my hand to support her as she got in as well. She sat on the edge of the tub, with my penis facing her, already fully erect and throbbing with impatience. I didn’t particularly care how we would make out today as long as we did it but her suggestion of doing it doggy style was a very pleasant surprise. Frankly, I like, no, love doggy style. It was a position which sent huge tsunami sized waves of pleasure to me.
Holding my member in her hand, she started to stroke it gently, looking up towards me with those mesmerizing eyes that I still found it so hard to pull away from. Giving me a mischievous grin, she opened her mouth and looked as if she wanted to take me in. I closed my own eyes in anticipation and wanted to languish in the undeniable act of receiving a blow job.
The seconds passed and I didn’t feel anything. Her jovial laughter soon filled the bathroom as I opened my eyes and saw her still holding me but giggling happily.
“Hey, you naughty girl, you sabo me!?” I pulled her up and hugged the still giggling woman, half annoyed and half amused at being played out.
The water was already around our legs, just past the halfway mark of our calves. “Dear dear dear, you are soooo cute!” She continued to laugh but she still held on to my manhood, stroking it gently, twirling her fingers around it, keeping me erect and wanting. “Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to disturb you but I don’t like oral.”
We sat down in the tub, me fondling her breasts as she kept playing with my penis. I found I could not bring myself to be angry with her for her playful antics and have already forgiven her when I saw how happy she was laughing and giggling. She was one of a kind and it didn’t matter whether I got a blow job or not.
“Looks like I have to punish you, baby. For being so naughty. I now condemn you to be my doggy.” I joked as I stood up and motioned her to turn around to get ready.
She shook her head, half surprising me. Not another time, I thought. Her playfulness earlier was an interesting change from the norm but if she kept playing it hard to get, it would be very frustrating for myself as I was already too sexed up and was on the brink of losing control and giving it all to the basic male instinct.
“Dear, my doggy style is different. You in front and me behind.” She said, “I won’t play with you liao. Trust me.”
Somehow, an unknown force willed me to listen. I got down in the bathtub, feeling the warmth of the water and positioned myself, doggy style, as if I was the female and wondered what will happen.
She got behind me and started to rub my back with her hands, as if she was a masseur. Her hands moved sensually up and down my back, occasionally stopping to press down on my neck and shoulders. It was very relaxing and conforting. I relaxed myself, giving in to a fantastic backrub. My butt cheeks were not spared as well, her hands moved down my lower back ending at my buttocks and she rubbed and caressed them like I did when I held her breasts earlier.
Moving her hand in front, she held my penis in her hand and continued masturbating me. Staying in my vulnerable position, I did not resist and closed my eyes once more, silently enjoying my baby’s touch. At about the same time, she moved up and started to trace her nipples up and down my back. This sexy act of her sent even stronger sensations to me as I arched my back higher so I could experience it more. She was moaning again and I turn my head around and saw that she had her other hand between her legs, rubbing herself as she slowly increased the tempo on me.
We kept at this for only a short moment, her actions hurtling me towards the “light at the end of the cave”. I didn’t even need to concentrate on my incoming orgasm, her moans, feeling her breasts rubbing my back and her constant rubbing of my manhood just seemed too much for me to control.
I willed myself to relax as I felt my leg muscles familiarly start to tense up for the inevitable climax. She was also driving herself to another orgasm as her moans began to increase in volume and her body began to push against me with renewed strength. I held back for as long as I could but alas, it was too much for me to bear. Succumbing to nature, I gave out a short grunt and held the tightening in my legs as I released control and ejaculated into the water. The feeling was mutual as she pushed hard on me and yelped her own, having climaxed for a second time.
We had a quick shower. The semen soaked water was released back into the sewers as we soaped one another down and playfully sprayed it off. She was smiling a lot and I warmed whenever she laughed.
They say the beginning is always the sweetest and carries the most memories. We toweled one another dry and I even helped blow dry her hair whilst looking at the reflection of her nude body in the mirror. To me, she was the sexiest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever had. She leaned back against me and I held her from the back, both of us looking at one another in the mirror. No words were said but emotions were definitely running wild and were very strong for one another.
The room was especially cold as we got out of the bathroom. The air con was running since we entered and myself, being afraid of the cold, quickly scrambled under the sheets and I beckoned her to join me. We lay in bed, the comforter all the way up to our necks, rejecting the cold air as we held one another. The closeness we shared was indescribable.
Underneath the layers of sheets and the comforter, my hands went towards her breasts again, cupping and fondling them and frequently making my way to touch her soft butt. We kissed again, not the raw lustful kiss that we’re so familiar with but soft and gentle, the tip of our tongues meeting and toying with each other.
It was a surprise for me to grow hard again, wanting more. It seemed that I was raring to go another round and maybe more, if time permits. I pushed her hair away from her face and spread small little kisses all over her face and neck. She seemed to like them, especially the ones concentrated around her neck and in between her cleavage.
Climbing atop her, we were both ready for the traditional missionary game. This was to be the moment that I had been waiting for, for so long. An eternity it must have seemed, as disappointments came and went over the years. But they were all nothing as compared to what I was feeling right now. Making out with one’s true love is more sacred that any other encounter that was otherwise.
She moved her hands downwards between us and felt my readied weapon, “Wah lau dear! You are hard again so fast?”
I responded with a smile and kissed her again fully on the lips as I readjusted myself for the long-awaited penetration.
“Dear, wait!” She held me back before I could join our bodies as one. I looked at her puzzled, “Yes baby?”
“Put on your condom first.” She said as a matter-of-factly.
I didn’t have any condom on me, neither did I thought of buying any in my rush to come here. “Baby, you don’t trust me? I don’t have any cause I came in a rush after seeing your SMS.”
She shook her head negatively and said, “No dear, I don’t want us to get into trouble if I get pregnant. You know it’s so hard to control when we start.”
I lay back on the bed, shocked at the turn of events. After all the hiatus of rushing over, and our tryst in the bathroom, all that is holding us back now was the fact that we do not have a condom!?
Heart wrenching disappointment washed over me as I took in the situation. Stopped by a bloody condom, what a story that would make for the guys once they knew about it. She leaned over and hugged me reassuringly. “Dear, sorry.” Her words trailed off as she couldn’t find anything more to add.
I held her close, my manhood already limp, “It’s ok baby. Don’t forget I’m the man with no sex on the Internet.” She half laughed at that statement, snuggling up close beside me.
“We’ll do it properly next time ok, dear?” She whispered.
She fell asleep as she lay on my shoulder, soft snoring as I looked up to the cornices on the ceiling and wondered what an unfortunate twist we had to an already beautiful afternoon. Her mobile phone sounded an incoming SMS sometime later in the early evening when her sisters arrived and I woke her up. We dressed and proceeded downstairs to the buffet restaurant known as The Line for dinner.
Dinner was uneventful, the situation earlier kept bugging me and I quietly contemplated how much different if I had stopped at a petrol kiosk along the way to just pick up a pack of condoms. I didn’t have much to say but smiled politely and helped the ladies pick up delicacies after delicacies as they ate.
All I wanted now was a chance to replay the afternoon again, I wasn’t filled with regret but it was something else indescribable that made me feel weird. Looking out of the glass panels towards the pool, I suddenly had a thought that made me cringe.
Damn, I am never gonna have sex in real life…
-End-
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Topiary of Love - Chapter 5
Chapter 5 – Fantasy
There is a dime a dozen...
Then there is one in a million...
But baby, you are once in a lifetime.
- Victor Rodriguez –
The curtains, faded from the years of my mom’s terrible washing, rejected most of the sun’s morning rays when I awoke to a new day. The gentle breeze made the fabric flap once every so often and the monotonous sounds permeated my humble bedroom.
Staring through sleepy eyelids at the pale white ceiling, I readjusted my cool comforter over the whole of myself, keeping myself warm and exposing only my head from the nose up.
Mom was obviously watching TV in the living room as I could hear the familiar faint sounds of a drama serial being played.
I felt all warm and tingly with thoughts turning back to last night’s passionate encounter. The sensation I felt was different with her. Explaining the unexplainable is always challenging and the closest way to put it was as though it was the first true love, a love at first sight. There was a strong urge to give and not expect anything in return. True, it might be a physical urge for now but deep down inside, I know emotionally, I would do anything in my powers to watch her be happy in life as well.
The secret rendezvous kept replaying itself in my mind as I fantasized how much different it could have been if it happened in another location with a different setting.
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Cheng’s Seafood Village at Farmart Centre was one of my favorite places to hang out at. Traditional outdoor eating with the freedom to smoke away without any restrictions coupled with delicious seafood such as Chilli Crab and Seafood Hor Fun never failed to appease the glutton in me.
Her company was complimented by a wonderful dinner tonight as we sat and chat even after all the plates were cleaned up. The occasional touch of her hand on my arm as we kept sharing stories and telling jokes was slowly driving my desire to be as close to her as possible. The exposed area of the polo T rewarded me with a deep cleavage armored within her white colored bra whenever she lay against my arm as she giggled at another one of the tales I was telling.
It was euphoric when someone whom you really care about is happy. Nothing else matters when smiles and laughter from a loved one infects oneself. I tattooed this unforgettable night and secretly wished for more days and nights like this. I’ve never felt so at ease and so free to be myself without holding back some of my behaviour which might have made other women find inappropriate.
The food places at Farmart closed early, probably due to the fact it was an out of the way location and not so well frequented. The manager of the restaurant hinted that closure by coming over to take “the last order”, she claimed. That was just a subtle way of telling us to pay up and go. In any case, the night was still young and we could be at many other places to spend the evening, thus we paid up and left.
I took a left turn after exiting the car park. This was her first time here and she was slightly intrigued at where the road would lead to. On our way here, we saw a few agricultural farms and some metal scrapyards. Since she’s never been to this area of Singapore before we drove around to see what else we could find.
As we neared a large compound, supposedly a Prison or Civil Defense building, I saw a long dark road and immediately swerved in. “Let’s explore here ok? Looks like deserted.” I explained and slowed down as there were only a few street lamps lit.
“I wonder if got people who come here to make out or not. Maybe we can spot them.” She giggled again. There wasn’t any car in sight for the entire stretch of this road. I “doubt” anyone would drive all the way here and have sex.
Little old mischievous me finally found the spot I was looking out for. A spot between two unlit street lamps where it was especially dark, and on top of that, a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. I stopped the car and left the engine running. Changing the channel to Class 95 on the radio, when I knew there would be romantic love songs being played at this time, I put my hand on her lap and turned to face her as I gave her upper thighs a soft squeeze.
Muttering as I pulled her closer, gently giving her a kiss on her beautiful lips, “Thanks for having dinner with me today. I think it’s very romantic here under the stars.”
I think it will take a long time to get over the intense passion of our kisses. Our lips seemed to be comfortably locked against one another, whilst the tongues play catch relentlessly. I could feel the warm touch of her hands as they went under my shirt and started to rub as well as pull me closer. The confined space of the car wasn’t cooperating much but I tried to get my body as close to her as possible.
Slipping my hand under her denim skirt, I used my fingers to push her legs apart, giving me more space to press them against her mound. She broke a soft groan as I massaged her with my thumb and forefinger, trying to find her clit through the silky material of her panty.
Opening herself to give me more space, she held my hand and guided me to the inner lining of her panty, as if wanting me to touch her within, bypassing her lingerie. Gladly pulling the folds of her panty aside, I felt her familiar warm wetness once again as I instinctively found her sensitive area and concentrated my efforts on it.
Her breathing became stronger and louder moans filled the cabin of the car. It was a sensational feeling to be filling her with desire. Her body spasmed occasionally with sexual fervour as I masturbated her womanhood. She held on to me tightly, still kissing without any sign of letting up. I was already fully erect at this time and had a unending desire to just take her right now.
But somehow, I wanted her to have the best night out today and willed myself with all my mental energy to control, not to be selfish. For her.
As I increased the intensity, she clearly responded with hints of encouragement to go faster. Her soft moaning became louder and she gripped my body closer and tighter. I could feel her body tensing up gradually. Allowing myself to push up her shirt and caressing her breast, I squeezed it slightly. Her only response to that was to pull my hand down again, in between her already wet thighs.
Continuing to push and squeeze her already enlarged and hardened clit, I pushed myself harder against her and kissed her as if we were again kissing for the first time. She could only mumble her moans of pleasure as I focused on the kiss and her clit. It was only a matter of time before she would have an orgasm with me being the catalyst for the first time.
I didn’t have to wait a long while. Her body tensed up as her knees locked. She held on, too tightly, for a short moment as she let out a long groan of ecstacy as she came, breaking our kiss as her head swung back against the cushion of the passenger seat. I kept at it, massaging her and feeling her fluids drip from my hand. Slowing down gradually, I let her take in a few mouthfuls of air and relax. I stared at her chest rising and falling steadily as the waves of sexual fervor slowly washed over her body.
“Let’s move to the back,” she whispered, “More comfortable there.”
I wasn’t arguing with that fact as I nodded my agreement and kissed her once more before I left the car, changing seats to the back. She didn’t exit but climbed to the back from the passenger seat and was already seated and welcomed me to the rear with a loving hug before I could even close the door. I shifted to the middle of the rear seat as she instantly straddled me and gave me the Kiss of Trinity, ala the one I had given to her as we traveled up the lift when I sent her home.
By this time, I was already crazily sexed up and thought nor felt no more other than to make love with my baby, my one and only. Without any more ado, I positioned my hands to her back and unhooked her bra. I basked in her bodily fragrance as I helped her remove her polo T and bra, freeing her breasts, that already had wonderful nipples that were erect as they looked back at me, taunting me to do as I willed.
Cupping one of her breasts and slipping my mouth on the other, I sucked, caressed, squeezed and loved them as if they were priceless treasures. She helped remove my shirt as well and as soon as it was off, we finally held one another in a lovers’ embrace, pressing our naked torsos against one another.
Her hands moved lower now as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, I completed the removal of my jeans as I unbuttoned the only button holding it together and slipped out of it, leaving only my briefs as the last hurdle to clear. She pulled up her denim skirt and pressed herself on me. Her panties against my briefs, rubbing me ever so slightly, driving me hornier and hornier with every push.
Adrenaline pumping, I guided her into a sitting position beside me and removed both her panties and my briefs. We were totally naked in the car now. I looked up to the night sky, clear with a few stars and realized I will be making out with this angel in a secluded spot in Singapore, hidden from the hustle and bustle.
She seemed to be able to sense my urgency as once again she climbed onto me and pushed her beautiful, firm breasts against my face and held my member in position. It seemed like an eternity of wanting was over as she slowly pushed downwards and impaled herself upon my throbbing and sex-hungry manhood. The warm wetness engulfing me, I closed my eyes and held her close, not wanting this feeling to end as she started to ride me as if she was on a horse.
Her breasts bobbed and pushed against my face as her body moved up and down repeatedly, driving wave after wave of indescribable pleasure. I knew I could not hold back for long and tried to hold back my incoming orgasm as she moaned and as I caressed her back and her shapely butt.
I sucked on one of her nipples, hoping it would take my mind of the immense sensations she was sending me. It was relatively wishful thinking as she brought me closer and closer to the brink of ejaculation.
Mind and body soaked with already overflowing sexual desire, I grabbed her tightly and held her, stopping her movements as my thigh muscles tightened. My turn came to tense up and release my own orgasm into her. I succumbed to pleasure, releasing myself into her, every shot’s pleasure more intense than the last as I came into her, filled her with my own fluids, without a care in the world and both of us realizing how much we meant to one another. Our small world right now was in the car, and nothing else mattered.
I think I’ve never loved another as much as her…
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I opened my eyes and looked under the comforter, my semen was already flowing down the sides of my body and stained my bedsheets. Damn, I better clean up quick to minimize the stains. My mom would probably make a big fuss over “dirty” sheets and sometimes I wondered if she ever knew I masturbated on the bed.
Grabbing a few tissues from the bedside tissue box, I wiped the bed and myself. There was still a musky taste in the air, evidently from the smell of sperm. Feeling satisfied that everything was cleared up as much as I could, I lay back down once again, hoping one day my fantasies would eventually come true.
My thoughts drifted to her. I wondered what she would be doing now. Should I contact her? Will that make her feel that I’m too “sticky” and not giving her, her own space?
I turned to the bedside table and picked up my mobile phone. There was an SMS waiting and as I read the message, my heart skipped a beat as I got out of bed in record time and went to bathe.
The message was sent from her when I was asleep at around 11am. It said, “dear, I am on my way to check into shangri la hotel now. you coming?”
-End Chapter 5-
Stay tuned for the final chapter and thanks for the support and readership. Feel free to give any feedback (bad or good) as I would like to improve on my writing as much as possible.
There is a dime a dozen...
Then there is one in a million...
But baby, you are once in a lifetime.
- Victor Rodriguez –
The curtains, faded from the years of my mom’s terrible washing, rejected most of the sun’s morning rays when I awoke to a new day. The gentle breeze made the fabric flap once every so often and the monotonous sounds permeated my humble bedroom.
Staring through sleepy eyelids at the pale white ceiling, I readjusted my cool comforter over the whole of myself, keeping myself warm and exposing only my head from the nose up.
Mom was obviously watching TV in the living room as I could hear the familiar faint sounds of a drama serial being played.
I felt all warm and tingly with thoughts turning back to last night’s passionate encounter. The sensation I felt was different with her. Explaining the unexplainable is always challenging and the closest way to put it was as though it was the first true love, a love at first sight. There was a strong urge to give and not expect anything in return. True, it might be a physical urge for now but deep down inside, I know emotionally, I would do anything in my powers to watch her be happy in life as well.
The secret rendezvous kept replaying itself in my mind as I fantasized how much different it could have been if it happened in another location with a different setting.
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Cheng’s Seafood Village at Farmart Centre was one of my favorite places to hang out at. Traditional outdoor eating with the freedom to smoke away without any restrictions coupled with delicious seafood such as Chilli Crab and Seafood Hor Fun never failed to appease the glutton in me.
Her company was complimented by a wonderful dinner tonight as we sat and chat even after all the plates were cleaned up. The occasional touch of her hand on my arm as we kept sharing stories and telling jokes was slowly driving my desire to be as close to her as possible. The exposed area of the polo T rewarded me with a deep cleavage armored within her white colored bra whenever she lay against my arm as she giggled at another one of the tales I was telling.
It was euphoric when someone whom you really care about is happy. Nothing else matters when smiles and laughter from a loved one infects oneself. I tattooed this unforgettable night and secretly wished for more days and nights like this. I’ve never felt so at ease and so free to be myself without holding back some of my behaviour which might have made other women find inappropriate.
The food places at Farmart closed early, probably due to the fact it was an out of the way location and not so well frequented. The manager of the restaurant hinted that closure by coming over to take “the last order”, she claimed. That was just a subtle way of telling us to pay up and go. In any case, the night was still young and we could be at many other places to spend the evening, thus we paid up and left.
I took a left turn after exiting the car park. This was her first time here and she was slightly intrigued at where the road would lead to. On our way here, we saw a few agricultural farms and some metal scrapyards. Since she’s never been to this area of Singapore before we drove around to see what else we could find.
As we neared a large compound, supposedly a Prison or Civil Defense building, I saw a long dark road and immediately swerved in. “Let’s explore here ok? Looks like deserted.” I explained and slowed down as there were only a few street lamps lit.
“I wonder if got people who come here to make out or not. Maybe we can spot them.” She giggled again. There wasn’t any car in sight for the entire stretch of this road. I “doubt” anyone would drive all the way here and have sex.
Little old mischievous me finally found the spot I was looking out for. A spot between two unlit street lamps where it was especially dark, and on top of that, a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. I stopped the car and left the engine running. Changing the channel to Class 95 on the radio, when I knew there would be romantic love songs being played at this time, I put my hand on her lap and turned to face her as I gave her upper thighs a soft squeeze.
Muttering as I pulled her closer, gently giving her a kiss on her beautiful lips, “Thanks for having dinner with me today. I think it’s very romantic here under the stars.”
I think it will take a long time to get over the intense passion of our kisses. Our lips seemed to be comfortably locked against one another, whilst the tongues play catch relentlessly. I could feel the warm touch of her hands as they went under my shirt and started to rub as well as pull me closer. The confined space of the car wasn’t cooperating much but I tried to get my body as close to her as possible.
Slipping my hand under her denim skirt, I used my fingers to push her legs apart, giving me more space to press them against her mound. She broke a soft groan as I massaged her with my thumb and forefinger, trying to find her clit through the silky material of her panty.
Opening herself to give me more space, she held my hand and guided me to the inner lining of her panty, as if wanting me to touch her within, bypassing her lingerie. Gladly pulling the folds of her panty aside, I felt her familiar warm wetness once again as I instinctively found her sensitive area and concentrated my efforts on it.
Her breathing became stronger and louder moans filled the cabin of the car. It was a sensational feeling to be filling her with desire. Her body spasmed occasionally with sexual fervour as I masturbated her womanhood. She held on to me tightly, still kissing without any sign of letting up. I was already fully erect at this time and had a unending desire to just take her right now.
But somehow, I wanted her to have the best night out today and willed myself with all my mental energy to control, not to be selfish. For her.
As I increased the intensity, she clearly responded with hints of encouragement to go faster. Her soft moaning became louder and she gripped my body closer and tighter. I could feel her body tensing up gradually. Allowing myself to push up her shirt and caressing her breast, I squeezed it slightly. Her only response to that was to pull my hand down again, in between her already wet thighs.
Continuing to push and squeeze her already enlarged and hardened clit, I pushed myself harder against her and kissed her as if we were again kissing for the first time. She could only mumble her moans of pleasure as I focused on the kiss and her clit. It was only a matter of time before she would have an orgasm with me being the catalyst for the first time.
I didn’t have to wait a long while. Her body tensed up as her knees locked. She held on, too tightly, for a short moment as she let out a long groan of ecstacy as she came, breaking our kiss as her head swung back against the cushion of the passenger seat. I kept at it, massaging her and feeling her fluids drip from my hand. Slowing down gradually, I let her take in a few mouthfuls of air and relax. I stared at her chest rising and falling steadily as the waves of sexual fervor slowly washed over her body.
“Let’s move to the back,” she whispered, “More comfortable there.”
I wasn’t arguing with that fact as I nodded my agreement and kissed her once more before I left the car, changing seats to the back. She didn’t exit but climbed to the back from the passenger seat and was already seated and welcomed me to the rear with a loving hug before I could even close the door. I shifted to the middle of the rear seat as she instantly straddled me and gave me the Kiss of Trinity, ala the one I had given to her as we traveled up the lift when I sent her home.
By this time, I was already crazily sexed up and thought nor felt no more other than to make love with my baby, my one and only. Without any more ado, I positioned my hands to her back and unhooked her bra. I basked in her bodily fragrance as I helped her remove her polo T and bra, freeing her breasts, that already had wonderful nipples that were erect as they looked back at me, taunting me to do as I willed.
Cupping one of her breasts and slipping my mouth on the other, I sucked, caressed, squeezed and loved them as if they were priceless treasures. She helped remove my shirt as well and as soon as it was off, we finally held one another in a lovers’ embrace, pressing our naked torsos against one another.
Her hands moved lower now as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, I completed the removal of my jeans as I unbuttoned the only button holding it together and slipped out of it, leaving only my briefs as the last hurdle to clear. She pulled up her denim skirt and pressed herself on me. Her panties against my briefs, rubbing me ever so slightly, driving me hornier and hornier with every push.
Adrenaline pumping, I guided her into a sitting position beside me and removed both her panties and my briefs. We were totally naked in the car now. I looked up to the night sky, clear with a few stars and realized I will be making out with this angel in a secluded spot in Singapore, hidden from the hustle and bustle.
She seemed to be able to sense my urgency as once again she climbed onto me and pushed her beautiful, firm breasts against my face and held my member in position. It seemed like an eternity of wanting was over as she slowly pushed downwards and impaled herself upon my throbbing and sex-hungry manhood. The warm wetness engulfing me, I closed my eyes and held her close, not wanting this feeling to end as she started to ride me as if she was on a horse.
Her breasts bobbed and pushed against my face as her body moved up and down repeatedly, driving wave after wave of indescribable pleasure. I knew I could not hold back for long and tried to hold back my incoming orgasm as she moaned and as I caressed her back and her shapely butt.
I sucked on one of her nipples, hoping it would take my mind of the immense sensations she was sending me. It was relatively wishful thinking as she brought me closer and closer to the brink of ejaculation.
Mind and body soaked with already overflowing sexual desire, I grabbed her tightly and held her, stopping her movements as my thigh muscles tightened. My turn came to tense up and release my own orgasm into her. I succumbed to pleasure, releasing myself into her, every shot’s pleasure more intense than the last as I came into her, filled her with my own fluids, without a care in the world and both of us realizing how much we meant to one another. Our small world right now was in the car, and nothing else mattered.
I think I’ve never loved another as much as her…
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I opened my eyes and looked under the comforter, my semen was already flowing down the sides of my body and stained my bedsheets. Damn, I better clean up quick to minimize the stains. My mom would probably make a big fuss over “dirty” sheets and sometimes I wondered if she ever knew I masturbated on the bed.
Grabbing a few tissues from the bedside tissue box, I wiped the bed and myself. There was still a musky taste in the air, evidently from the smell of sperm. Feeling satisfied that everything was cleared up as much as I could, I lay back down once again, hoping one day my fantasies would eventually come true.
My thoughts drifted to her. I wondered what she would be doing now. Should I contact her? Will that make her feel that I’m too “sticky” and not giving her, her own space?
I turned to the bedside table and picked up my mobile phone. There was an SMS waiting and as I read the message, my heart skipped a beat as I got out of bed in record time and went to bathe.
The message was sent from her when I was asleep at around 11am. It said, “dear, I am on my way to check into shangri la hotel now. you coming?”
-End Chapter 5-
Stay tuned for the final chapter and thanks for the support and readership. Feel free to give any feedback (bad or good) as I would like to improve on my writing as much as possible.
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