tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88940082012-02-16T17:35:07.032+08:00Sexual activity is akin to the global financial markets, bullish when we're young, aggressive and virile and bearish whence we're crossing the line into middle-age. Nonetheless, human nature commands us somehow to attempt to re-kindle it again even during a non-ejaculating recession. Again the story begins, a new chapter in an entirely new segment of post-thirties relationships. Come what may, shoo the disappointments away...The StoryTellernoreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894008.post-71270589155824228132008-03-09T18:22:00.002+08:002008-03-09T18:25:11.974+08:00

As she welcomed me into her humble abode, I couldn’t resist feeling proud of her achievements. Here was a woman I loved and her success in her career had positioned her as a yuppie homeowner. It was a single bedroom unit, but it was hers, ours if she intended and I would no doubt move in with her in a heartbeat if she so desired. Contrary to what my friends would have thought, having a more

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"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

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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

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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

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[Tick Tock]The pendulum swings.[Tick Tock]The cold silence broken only by the sounds from the old grandfather clock that has served the family for many generations.[Tick Tock]Time trudges on relentlessly, oblivious to the giggles and squeals coming from within the master bedroom.She was almost naked, save for a pair of matt black brasierre that did little to cover her beautiful assets. Her hair

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[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

The StoryTellernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894008.post-13604733219034594362007-01-30T17:12:00.000+08:002007-03-02T16:23:45.010+08:00

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?Best of Singapore EroticaL.Q. Pan & Richard Lord (Editors) In this first-ever compendium of erotic

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Chapter 6 – Reality BitesHave I done something wrongThat you leave me so long?Have I pushed you awayBy 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

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Chapter 5 – FantasyThere 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

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Chapter 4 – A Scorching MomentI wrote your name in the sky,but the wind blew it away.I wrote your name in the sand,but the waves washed it away.I wrote your name in my heart,and forever it will stay.- Jessica Blade –The boring days passed with me focusing on the never-ending tasks that were piling up at the workplace. We still kept very much in touch via Yahoo but nothing fantastic worth

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Chapter 3 – What Are Friends For?The Connection We HadAnd Can’t Wait To Have AgainIs Something So SpecialAnd Usually Hard To FindDon’t Want To Lose YouSo Please Take My HandTrust and Forgive MeAnd Leave the Past Behind- unknown -Yawning like a wild lion, I awoke the next day feeling a stronger enthusiasm for life. I sat up and propped my pillow against the head of my rickety old bed of too many

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Chapter 2 – First TouchTo the world you may be one person,but to one person you may be the world.- Bill Wilson –Hideous amounts of work pandered for my attention as I struggled to keep myself sane whilst wading through financial numbers week after week, even worse when month-end came about. Losing my previous job was already a painful tear in my little fabric of life. But egged on relentlessly by

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Chapter 1 – PreludeWhat Is It That I Love?If asked why I love her I would sayIt’s the sway in her hips,the thickness in her thighs.It’s the lust in her lips,the love in her eyes.It’s the softness of her skin,the silk in her hair.It’s the twist in her walk;it’s the sweetness in her talk.It’s the way she loves methat makes me love her each day.That is what I would say.- Justin Hutchins –She was

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First off, here's wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Having finished the last chapter of my sexual endeavours, I spent some time reflecting upon the new job that I had, the new people I met and the direction where I was heading into.Things now aren't as rich and colorful as compared to the good old days in '04-'05. In any case, I had to pick myself up from the rut and I

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Sigh... Life's like a Lamborghini Gallardo. It looks furiously fast and excruciatingly beautiful on the outside. But the high cost of maintenance and recurring problems that happen ever so often will definitely drive one to Hell and back. I don't own a Lambo, in case you are wondering. I'm considering selling off my relatively new Toyota right now, just to keep up with my lifestyle. But then

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"Han, I home!" Life was good. It was 7pm and home I was. In all my life, I have never felt being treated like royalty. I lived in a very beautiful 2 storey home with a pool and the place was kept beautifully spick and span by my lovely housemaid, Han. She was a young lady, on a waiting list at a local marriage agency for a potential suitor to arrange to meet her. One of these days, I thought, she

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It's another boring, mind numbing day at work. Stacks of documents to go through, papers to sign, and the incessant complains from my direct reports on the latest and greatest humiliation they have gone through with another colleague in another department. Sigh... 6pm. Many people start packing up and leaving the office. Being a mid level manager with a requirement to have frequent conference

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A few days back, I finally found myself in a position to get laid. The exhilarating happiness and anticipation were beyond words! For someone like me, I could briefly tell you how I felt but that would be doing myself an injustice. Lately, the sheer feeling of having an orgasm is so remote to me that I would do almost anything (except paying for it) just to get some. I am sure many have been in

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I admit, I did it once near a banana tree at the cemetary behind police academy. She appeared out of nowhere. I saw while I was jogging on the road while listening to music. She made me come to her with only a small gesture of her hand. I felt mesmerized. Lost all control of my legs, it was as though as she willed me to go to her. She had long straight (almost recently rebonded) jet black

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