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 -
Friday, September 28, 2007
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.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Topiary Of Love - Chapter 4
Chapter 4 – A Scorching Moment
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
- Jessica Blade –
The boring days passed with me focusing on the never-ending tasks that were piling up at the workplace. We still kept very much in touch via Yahoo but nothing fantastic worth mentioning as it was mostly small talk. No reference was made to the wondrous hug we shared and I resigned myself to the fact that it was just a gesture of friendship and nothing more.
Still I was keen on more meetings with her as somehow, I could not manage to get her off my mind.
I did have an inkling that she was too occupied with her career and did not push my luck about asking her out again. Looking back now, she seemed like an exact replica of me during my heydays. I could see myself in her, full of unending energy and ironclad resolve, living the life of a successful executive. How I wished life would be a little more forgiving and let folks like me, who have fallen into the forgotten abyss a little push when they are trying to climb back up from the rut.
Alas, that would be my side of the problem and not a tale for this blog.
“Keep on going!” That would be my motto for now as I kept up at work, meeting up with my rowdy “bros” and also keeping this blog updated, whilst at the same time, opening my ears and eyes wide for any new positions available that I could eke a living out of.
It was almost a religious ritual now to wake everyday and start up the laptop, seeing if there were any messages left to me by her or any of my friends. It does not make any substantial improvements to life I reckon, but it does give me a few minutes to fully clear any grogginess left in me from the nights’ rest.
It was also a pleasant surprise one day to sit up in bed, with Yahoo logged on and finding the message she left for me.
-Begin Chat Log-
Her : grim
Her : i read ur blog over last 2 nites
Her : u really drive me crasy with those stories
Her : simply makes me fantasize more , making love to u
Her : muacks
Her : then i came up with notti ideas, pick me up over lunch and make out
Her : haha
-End Chat Log-
I never expected the monotonous stories to have any effect on anyone. They were only written as a reminiscence of encounters that I had experienced. I was stupefied for a moment, thoughts running wilder by the minute with what I was reading.
Shutting down the laptop, I went through the daily motions of preparing for work. I firmly decided to eliminate any form of shyness and cowardice (possibly from the fear of rejection) when I chat with her next and be a little more forceful to ask her out again.
It wasn’t long after I reached the office that the opportunity presented itself. She started another chat session and there we went, catching up with the latest news from each other’s lives. No talking about the message she left but we agreed to wrap up work early tonight and meet up for a sumptuous dinner as well as a quiet stroll along the beach so we could bask in the sea breeze and basically relax from the rigors of working life.
She looked very much like a young, chirpy schoolgirl when I first met her. Since it was a Friday, she was dressed casually in a black polo T with a blue denim skirt. Her jet black hair, shoulder in length was let down, framing a youthful face. As we chatted in the car on the way to Changi Village, I would steal glances at her as we spoke, heart melting whenever she would smile beautifully at me, longing to run my fingers along her cheeks and neck.
Her smooth legs were also a distraction as I drove, as she constantly adjusted in the seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The simple action of that made me take my eyes off the road a few seconds now and then as my eyes, seemingly aloof to my control, glanced cheekily towards the passenger side of the vehicle. As we chatted, my mind was fantasizing about the hidden treasure that lay where the legs met, and if I would one day be the treasure hunter to unlock it. I just hope when that day happens, it would not be a Pandora’s Box that will be opened but an unimaginable beginning of a fantastic journey in my life.
We ate Nasi Lemak and Hokkien Mee, simple fares, whilst downing soft drinks. The topics we talked about came fast and furious, switching from work to our dreams to gossip to rants about life. She told me about her plans to share a condo unit with her sister and asked me for advice as I used to live in one myself.
Having finished our meal, we made our way to the coastline. There was a well-lit jetty nearby and every few minutes there would be a plane screaming over us as it landed at Changi Airport.
I love listening to the monotonous splash of the sea against the coastline and the cool breeze blowing against my face. When I was in school, I used to sit at the tide breakers near Bedok Jetty, listening to my favorite music on the now ancient Walkman and just relax.
We didn’t speak much as we both enjoyed the environment as if as the sea was trying to wash all the fatigue away and the wind rejuvenating us both as it blew softly at us.
Plucking up more courage, I turned to her and smoothed the sides of her hair as the sporadic winds messed it up a little. She remained still and sat looking at the horizon, offering no resistance as I touched her hair and pushed it behind her ear. As I did that, there was a strong urge in me to take it a bit further but I didn’t want to push my luck.
“You cold?”, I asked as I lifted my knees up and hugged them tightly against my body. “The wind is making me cold until the hair on my arms is standing.”
She rubbed my arm with her hands, warming it as she moved and sat right beside me, physically closest we’ve ever been. “I’m ok. Be careful, don’t catch a cold ok?”
It was now or never as I put my arm around her and held her shoulder. She responded by laying her head on my upright knees. The winds would now be blowing her hair into my face as we sat there, bodies close enough to share our warmth with one another.
Pushing my face into the back of her head, I gave her a small kiss as well as smelling the soft fragrance of her hair. It made her close up to me even more and I could feel her breast pushing softly against the side of my leg.
This would definitely be the beginning, I thought. No old fashioned mentioning about going steady or if she wanted to be my girlfriend. In this day and age, I would reckon this is the acceptance of two willing parties wanting to start a relationship together.
I moved my arm that was around her lower along her torso and held her at the waist, hugging her closer, wanting to feel more of her. I willed Time to come to a standstill, hoping this feeling would forever remain and that we would continue to be entwined, arms and limbs locked in each others’ embrace. Time, being his stubborn self, refused to succumb and chugged along steadily. Soon it was late and we broke the hold on one another and she said she had to be home to have an early rest.
We walked back to the car, holding hands, not speaking much. I wasn’t sure what she had going through her mind but in mine, I was feeling ecstatic and remembered every detail till this day.
Driving her back to her place, she told me that she knew of a couple spa and massage place and suggested we try it out. Spa I don’t mind, the problem was the massage aspect. Being very sensitive to massages, I always had visions of badly bruised and beaten up masseurs when I resisted as they attempted to force a massage on me. She laughed jovially as I acted the scene out, filling the cabin of the Toyota once again with her infectious laughter. Ever cheerful and charming, it was hard not to fall for her and I knew I had already done so.
Parking the car after arriving at her place, I turned off the engine and said that I would be seeing her up. The other reason was to spend more time with her as I wanted to stretch it for all it was worth. She had a busy schedule and I wasn’t sure when we could meet again, but I certainly do hope it will be soon.
“It’s ok Grim, I can go up myself.” She turned towards me and we hugged in the car. I felt the intimate brush of her soft breast against my arm as we held one another for a moment. I could feel her hands rubbing my back gently and I reciprocated it. Pushing my hand underneath the fabric of her polo T, I felt smooth skin and ran my fingers along it, too shy to move to her hotspots, not wanting to spoil an already beautiful evening.
“Come on, I’ll see you up ok? In case got molester, you know.” Remembering recent cases of an Indian chap flashing and molesting the women in Singapore, I felt it would be safer if I saw her up anyway. I wasn’t expecting much more already. This night has made us what we are now and it would be good to keep this the way it is – to end the night on this wonderful note.
She nodded her acknowledgement and giggled at me, “No naughty ideas huh? My siblings and mum are at home. We won’t be able to be naughty tonight.”
I feigned a shocked look at that statement and it seemed to make her laugh even more as she slapped me on the shoulder. It must have made her think I was all ready to go for a hot and erotic night!
We were alone as we entered the lift and embraced once again. Hands running all over one another’s backs, I felt her breasts pushing against my body and relished the sensual feeling. I could feel blood rushing southwards as I slowly hardened at our closeness. The lift’s journey seemed like an eternity as I faced her and kissed her softly on the forehead, then her full lips, both her cheeks and then the tip of the nose, making the sign of Trinity and sincerely believing God will take care of this lovely baby of mine.
As we stared into each other’s eyes, I pulled her closer and kissed her fully on the lips once more, this time with renewed vigor, using my tongue to open her mouth and tasting the sweetness within. We shared our disappointing, short-lived first kiss for only seconds when the lift arrived at her floor and we had to break painfully apart. We were still holding hands, not letting one another go and she pressed the button to another floor. My heart skipped as the lift doors closed again, enclosing us in our little world as we came together once again, body against one another, our lips locked in serenity as our tongues fought furiously with one another.
Upon reaching the lower floor, she led me out and headed towards the staircase. Climbing up a floor so that we would be hidden from the lift landing, she stood on a step above me and without wasting any more precious seconds, we held one another and kissed lovingly once more. It was the longest, hardest and most sexual kiss I’ve ever had. My mind was in a whirl concentrating on the kiss, but not oblivious to the fact that her hands were rubbing my bare back under my shirt as I too, moved my hand under hers and rubbed her warm skin and at the same time massaging the back of her nape with the other.
I was already fully erect and secretly wanted more. The intensity of the kiss and her backrub was making me especially horny. I purposely pushed my hardness against her, hoping she would feel it. The kissing continued, never letting up, none of us wanting to break apart from it.
Moving my hand in between our bodies, I touched the side of her breast and pushed against it a little, eliciting a soft groan of pleasure from her as she held my hand and guided it under her shirt as if as she wanted to feel more. Not wanting to let her down, I unbuckled her bra at the back and slid my hand up the front and cupped her, feeling the already erect nipple and squeezing it gently. She broke the kiss at this juncture and emitted a longer groan of satisfaction.
I had a quick glance at her reddened lips as she took a deep breath and pulled my head to hers once again as we kissed as hard as we were doing before.
Not wanting to neglect the other side of her body, I pushed her bra up so that both her breasts would be free and gave the other the attention it so well deserved. I could sense that she was slowly being driven sexually crazy as her moans became more frequent and she pushed her lower body against mine.
We must have been kissing for more than 5 minutes by now, bar that short break as she came up for air, and it still felt as magical as the first time we locked lips. Dropping my hand to the lower edge of her skirt, I moved up her thighs and felt the warmness of her privates. She spread her legs apart a little as I massaged her inner thigh and occasionally rubbed against the outer layer of her panty. It must have sent wave after wave of sexual pleasure to her as she hugged me even tighter and pushed her lips even harder against mine.
Getting my index finger underneath her panty and using the other fingers to push it aside, I felt her wetness as my finger sought to look for her clitoris, wanting her to feel even more and desiring to show her how much I wanted to satisfy her yearnings.
It wasn’t hard to find an already engorged clit. Rubbing my finger against the obvious hotspot, her body rocked steadily as I stimulated her fiery desire. I kept the other hand busy in between back and neck rubs, occasionally returning home to hold her breasts and gently squeeze her.
Time must have frozen while we indulged in our little staircase rendezvous. When we finally broke the record of a kiss, we both had lips that were reddened with all the activity and hair messed up beyond words. Though she didn’t make any move towards my manhood, I felt positive about me giving and her taking. This would definitely not be the first, and neither the last, and I wanted to savor and cherish what may come in the near future.
“Grim, I really need to go but I don’t want to and…”
“It’s ok baby.” I hugged her once more and gave her a slight peck on the lips. “I can still come and ‘pick you up over lunch and make out’ right?”
We laughed softly at my reference to her message, not wanting to wake up anyone who could hear us. We held hands and made our way back to the lift landing and finally the exercise of sending her home to her doorstep was completed successfully.
As I was driving back home, I received an SMS from her that only had a simple phrase, but was a phrase so apt and made me feel all warm and tingly inside.
“I love you.”
-End Chapter 4-
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
- Jessica Blade –
The boring days passed with me focusing on the never-ending tasks that were piling up at the workplace. We still kept very much in touch via Yahoo but nothing fantastic worth mentioning as it was mostly small talk. No reference was made to the wondrous hug we shared and I resigned myself to the fact that it was just a gesture of friendship and nothing more.
Still I was keen on more meetings with her as somehow, I could not manage to get her off my mind.
I did have an inkling that she was too occupied with her career and did not push my luck about asking her out again. Looking back now, she seemed like an exact replica of me during my heydays. I could see myself in her, full of unending energy and ironclad resolve, living the life of a successful executive. How I wished life would be a little more forgiving and let folks like me, who have fallen into the forgotten abyss a little push when they are trying to climb back up from the rut.
Alas, that would be my side of the problem and not a tale for this blog.
“Keep on going!” That would be my motto for now as I kept up at work, meeting up with my rowdy “bros” and also keeping this blog updated, whilst at the same time, opening my ears and eyes wide for any new positions available that I could eke a living out of.
It was almost a religious ritual now to wake everyday and start up the laptop, seeing if there were any messages left to me by her or any of my friends. It does not make any substantial improvements to life I reckon, but it does give me a few minutes to fully clear any grogginess left in me from the nights’ rest.
It was also a pleasant surprise one day to sit up in bed, with Yahoo logged on and finding the message she left for me.
-Begin Chat Log-
Her : grim
Her : i read ur blog over last 2 nites
Her : u really drive me crasy with those stories
Her : simply makes me fantasize more , making love to u
Her : muacks
Her : then i came up with notti ideas, pick me up over lunch and make out
Her : haha
-End Chat Log-
I never expected the monotonous stories to have any effect on anyone. They were only written as a reminiscence of encounters that I had experienced. I was stupefied for a moment, thoughts running wilder by the minute with what I was reading.
Shutting down the laptop, I went through the daily motions of preparing for work. I firmly decided to eliminate any form of shyness and cowardice (possibly from the fear of rejection) when I chat with her next and be a little more forceful to ask her out again.
It wasn’t long after I reached the office that the opportunity presented itself. She started another chat session and there we went, catching up with the latest news from each other’s lives. No talking about the message she left but we agreed to wrap up work early tonight and meet up for a sumptuous dinner as well as a quiet stroll along the beach so we could bask in the sea breeze and basically relax from the rigors of working life.
She looked very much like a young, chirpy schoolgirl when I first met her. Since it was a Friday, she was dressed casually in a black polo T with a blue denim skirt. Her jet black hair, shoulder in length was let down, framing a youthful face. As we chatted in the car on the way to Changi Village, I would steal glances at her as we spoke, heart melting whenever she would smile beautifully at me, longing to run my fingers along her cheeks and neck.
Her smooth legs were also a distraction as I drove, as she constantly adjusted in the seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The simple action of that made me take my eyes off the road a few seconds now and then as my eyes, seemingly aloof to my control, glanced cheekily towards the passenger side of the vehicle. As we chatted, my mind was fantasizing about the hidden treasure that lay where the legs met, and if I would one day be the treasure hunter to unlock it. I just hope when that day happens, it would not be a Pandora’s Box that will be opened but an unimaginable beginning of a fantastic journey in my life.
We ate Nasi Lemak and Hokkien Mee, simple fares, whilst downing soft drinks. The topics we talked about came fast and furious, switching from work to our dreams to gossip to rants about life. She told me about her plans to share a condo unit with her sister and asked me for advice as I used to live in one myself.
Having finished our meal, we made our way to the coastline. There was a well-lit jetty nearby and every few minutes there would be a plane screaming over us as it landed at Changi Airport.
I love listening to the monotonous splash of the sea against the coastline and the cool breeze blowing against my face. When I was in school, I used to sit at the tide breakers near Bedok Jetty, listening to my favorite music on the now ancient Walkman and just relax.
We didn’t speak much as we both enjoyed the environment as if as the sea was trying to wash all the fatigue away and the wind rejuvenating us both as it blew softly at us.
Plucking up more courage, I turned to her and smoothed the sides of her hair as the sporadic winds messed it up a little. She remained still and sat looking at the horizon, offering no resistance as I touched her hair and pushed it behind her ear. As I did that, there was a strong urge in me to take it a bit further but I didn’t want to push my luck.
“You cold?”, I asked as I lifted my knees up and hugged them tightly against my body. “The wind is making me cold until the hair on my arms is standing.”
She rubbed my arm with her hands, warming it as she moved and sat right beside me, physically closest we’ve ever been. “I’m ok. Be careful, don’t catch a cold ok?”
It was now or never as I put my arm around her and held her shoulder. She responded by laying her head on my upright knees. The winds would now be blowing her hair into my face as we sat there, bodies close enough to share our warmth with one another.
Pushing my face into the back of her head, I gave her a small kiss as well as smelling the soft fragrance of her hair. It made her close up to me even more and I could feel her breast pushing softly against the side of my leg.
This would definitely be the beginning, I thought. No old fashioned mentioning about going steady or if she wanted to be my girlfriend. In this day and age, I would reckon this is the acceptance of two willing parties wanting to start a relationship together.
I moved my arm that was around her lower along her torso and held her at the waist, hugging her closer, wanting to feel more of her. I willed Time to come to a standstill, hoping this feeling would forever remain and that we would continue to be entwined, arms and limbs locked in each others’ embrace. Time, being his stubborn self, refused to succumb and chugged along steadily. Soon it was late and we broke the hold on one another and she said she had to be home to have an early rest.
We walked back to the car, holding hands, not speaking much. I wasn’t sure what she had going through her mind but in mine, I was feeling ecstatic and remembered every detail till this day.
Driving her back to her place, she told me that she knew of a couple spa and massage place and suggested we try it out. Spa I don’t mind, the problem was the massage aspect. Being very sensitive to massages, I always had visions of badly bruised and beaten up masseurs when I resisted as they attempted to force a massage on me. She laughed jovially as I acted the scene out, filling the cabin of the Toyota once again with her infectious laughter. Ever cheerful and charming, it was hard not to fall for her and I knew I had already done so.
Parking the car after arriving at her place, I turned off the engine and said that I would be seeing her up. The other reason was to spend more time with her as I wanted to stretch it for all it was worth. She had a busy schedule and I wasn’t sure when we could meet again, but I certainly do hope it will be soon.
“It’s ok Grim, I can go up myself.” She turned towards me and we hugged in the car. I felt the intimate brush of her soft breast against my arm as we held one another for a moment. I could feel her hands rubbing my back gently and I reciprocated it. Pushing my hand underneath the fabric of her polo T, I felt smooth skin and ran my fingers along it, too shy to move to her hotspots, not wanting to spoil an already beautiful evening.
“Come on, I’ll see you up ok? In case got molester, you know.” Remembering recent cases of an Indian chap flashing and molesting the women in Singapore, I felt it would be safer if I saw her up anyway. I wasn’t expecting much more already. This night has made us what we are now and it would be good to keep this the way it is – to end the night on this wonderful note.
She nodded her acknowledgement and giggled at me, “No naughty ideas huh? My siblings and mum are at home. We won’t be able to be naughty tonight.”
I feigned a shocked look at that statement and it seemed to make her laugh even more as she slapped me on the shoulder. It must have made her think I was all ready to go for a hot and erotic night!
We were alone as we entered the lift and embraced once again. Hands running all over one another’s backs, I felt her breasts pushing against my body and relished the sensual feeling. I could feel blood rushing southwards as I slowly hardened at our closeness. The lift’s journey seemed like an eternity as I faced her and kissed her softly on the forehead, then her full lips, both her cheeks and then the tip of the nose, making the sign of Trinity and sincerely believing God will take care of this lovely baby of mine.
As we stared into each other’s eyes, I pulled her closer and kissed her fully on the lips once more, this time with renewed vigor, using my tongue to open her mouth and tasting the sweetness within. We shared our disappointing, short-lived first kiss for only seconds when the lift arrived at her floor and we had to break painfully apart. We were still holding hands, not letting one another go and she pressed the button to another floor. My heart skipped as the lift doors closed again, enclosing us in our little world as we came together once again, body against one another, our lips locked in serenity as our tongues fought furiously with one another.
Upon reaching the lower floor, she led me out and headed towards the staircase. Climbing up a floor so that we would be hidden from the lift landing, she stood on a step above me and without wasting any more precious seconds, we held one another and kissed lovingly once more. It was the longest, hardest and most sexual kiss I’ve ever had. My mind was in a whirl concentrating on the kiss, but not oblivious to the fact that her hands were rubbing my bare back under my shirt as I too, moved my hand under hers and rubbed her warm skin and at the same time massaging the back of her nape with the other.
I was already fully erect and secretly wanted more. The intensity of the kiss and her backrub was making me especially horny. I purposely pushed my hardness against her, hoping she would feel it. The kissing continued, never letting up, none of us wanting to break apart from it.
Moving my hand in between our bodies, I touched the side of her breast and pushed against it a little, eliciting a soft groan of pleasure from her as she held my hand and guided it under her shirt as if as she wanted to feel more. Not wanting to let her down, I unbuckled her bra at the back and slid my hand up the front and cupped her, feeling the already erect nipple and squeezing it gently. She broke the kiss at this juncture and emitted a longer groan of satisfaction.
I had a quick glance at her reddened lips as she took a deep breath and pulled my head to hers once again as we kissed as hard as we were doing before.
Not wanting to neglect the other side of her body, I pushed her bra up so that both her breasts would be free and gave the other the attention it so well deserved. I could sense that she was slowly being driven sexually crazy as her moans became more frequent and she pushed her lower body against mine.
We must have been kissing for more than 5 minutes by now, bar that short break as she came up for air, and it still felt as magical as the first time we locked lips. Dropping my hand to the lower edge of her skirt, I moved up her thighs and felt the warmness of her privates. She spread her legs apart a little as I massaged her inner thigh and occasionally rubbed against the outer layer of her panty. It must have sent wave after wave of sexual pleasure to her as she hugged me even tighter and pushed her lips even harder against mine.
Getting my index finger underneath her panty and using the other fingers to push it aside, I felt her wetness as my finger sought to look for her clitoris, wanting her to feel even more and desiring to show her how much I wanted to satisfy her yearnings.
It wasn’t hard to find an already engorged clit. Rubbing my finger against the obvious hotspot, her body rocked steadily as I stimulated her fiery desire. I kept the other hand busy in between back and neck rubs, occasionally returning home to hold her breasts and gently squeeze her.
Time must have frozen while we indulged in our little staircase rendezvous. When we finally broke the record of a kiss, we both had lips that were reddened with all the activity and hair messed up beyond words. Though she didn’t make any move towards my manhood, I felt positive about me giving and her taking. This would definitely not be the first, and neither the last, and I wanted to savor and cherish what may come in the near future.
“Grim, I really need to go but I don’t want to and…”
“It’s ok baby.” I hugged her once more and gave her a slight peck on the lips. “I can still come and ‘pick you up over lunch and make out’ right?”
We laughed softly at my reference to her message, not wanting to wake up anyone who could hear us. We held hands and made our way back to the lift landing and finally the exercise of sending her home to her doorstep was completed successfully.
As I was driving back home, I received an SMS from her that only had a simple phrase, but was a phrase so apt and made me feel all warm and tingly inside.
“I love you.”
-End Chapter 4-
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Topiary of Love - Chapter 3
Chapter 3 – What Are Friends For?
The Connection We Had
And Can’t Wait To Have Again
Is Something So Special
And Usually Hard To Find
Don’t Want To Lose You
So Please Take My Hand
Trust and Forgive Me
And Leave the Past Behind
- unknown -
Yawning like a wild lion, I awoke the next day feeling a stronger enthusiasm for life. I sat up and propped my pillow against the head of my rickety old bed of too many years and turned on my laptop, hoping to have an offline message from her.
Unfortunately, Yahoo dashed my hopes sitting there with nothing showing up. Oh well, what was I expecting? It was only a hug, possibly a friendly one and I was making it look like she was getting me all riled up for a night of hot, passionate and supremely orgasmic wild sex.
Shutting the machine down, I got out of bed and made preparations for work, humming a little tune to myself. Come to think of it, that irritating tune came from the McDonald’s advertisement – I’m loving it’.
Life seemed to have made a U turn last night as I found myself unusually polite and courteous whilst on the way to work. The CTE, as usual, was jammed packed with vehicles heading into the city. I made a conscious effort to give way for every other driver who wanted to turn into my lane. If only the traffic police would see me now, they would either give me an award for road courtesy or even pull me over for road hogging. Yes, I was really going that slow and still feeling good about it!
Work-wise, it was the usual routine. I kept checking Yahoo if she had come online so I could get a little chat going. My heart was yearning for her company, even if it was just online company, anyway she was in another country altogether. Sadly, she must have been really caught up at work. I had to keep myself from sending her an SMS but decided against it as I did not want to look too “sticky” in a new born relationship. There I go again, it wasn’t official yet and I was thinking as if I had found a new girlfriend already.
As the day wore on, more urgent tasks were presented to me that had to be attended to in the soonest time possible and I got entrenched in a deep pit filled with work that just had to be done somehow. Putting aside my romantic thoughts for the time being, I kept going at work with a gusto never before experienced. Even the old maids felt that I was a changed man and came over and asked if I was ok and if I needed any help.
Sometimes, the effect of another person in your life may just do the same to you. At this juncture, it certainly felt that I was falling in love with her; a remarkable woman that I’ve only met the night before but had tons of chat logs to re-read and fall head over heels all over again.
Nearing the end of the day, Jack, a good friend of mine, sent me an SMS. The message wrote, “Yo bro, wanna go 4 a drink?”
It had really been a long time since I hung out with Jack. I haven’t been doing much socially since taking on the new position and an invitation to catch up over a few beers was definitely very welcome.
We met at our favorite waterhole – The Axis Bar at the Oriental Singapore in the evening and were just making small talk about work, life and his favorite, women.
I think it’s only fair that I provide a little background information on Jack. Jack’s a very adept and resourceful software engineer. Most people would relate to a geek or a nerdy person when it came to an IT professional but not when they’ve met Jack. Back when we were in National Service, the gang, as we used to call ourselves who included the other buddies, would frequent Zouk whenever we had our allowances released from the Government.
Built like a fighter pilot with good looks to boot, Jack would almost every time bring home a beautiful woman for a romp when we left the club. Till today, Jack still has kept himself looking as young and handsome that he always has been. Despite his good looks, Jack’s bane is that he’s very alcoholic (at least by my standards). He drinks relentlessly, never stopping even after he’s certified drunk by the people around him. And when he gets drunk, the male ego takes over and he will absolutely do anything you ask of him.
As the night wore on, and after a couple of whiskeys, I was telling my story to Jack about her, fervently going on about the special feeling I felt and the way she made me feel as a person. Jack probably didn’t look very interested but I just had to let someone know what I was going through and he just happened to be the one.
“Just fuck her man. If you won’t, send her my way, I will.” He muttered while downing another shot of whiskey on ice.
I felt disturbed having that imagery of him with my baby doll. “Come on lah bro, I told you about her cause I want you to know I may have found the ONE man!”
“Ok whatever,” he replied, glancing over my shoulder at the table behind me. “Tell you what, forget her today. I’ll go over and get that chio babe over here to keep us company.”
I turned around and saw a lanky lady sipping on an orange colored cocktail. She looked as if she was alone and definitely a tourist. I would reckon a guess at maybe Russian at my initial look. Noticing that Jack had already made his way to her, I turned back and sighed at myself. Here we go again. Another tale of Jack’s adventure would be penned in my mind tonight to share with another ‘gang’ member – Patrick. If you can recall, Patrick appeared in a previous story when he messaged me on Yahoo when I was still living the good life in the company I left.
As expected, it wasn’t long before Jack came back, holding her drink and introduced his new found friend to me. Her name was Monika, from Poland and was here in Singapore on a business trip. We exchanged name cards and I noticed her Director of Marketing position. Another yuppie as I guessed she would be around the same age as us.
The assimilation of another drinker to a party would normally be in the best of interests for all concerned but this time, I felt left out as Jack kept going at her, teaching her the wonders of local drinking games and laying on the charm as much as he could. Together with his good looks, I could tell she was slowly getting hooked.
I lay back on the couch and wondered why Nature was so unfair in creating us human beings. Why did only a select few have what it takes whereas the rest of the population had to endure watching the select few excel in something that only we can only hope to achieve.
Jack noticed my boredom and grabbed my arm and told Monika that we’re going to the boys’ room. Still giggling from another one of Jack’s lewd jokes, she said she would be coming along to the ladies’.
In the gents, Jack made me a proposition, “Grim, I seriously don’t mind and I think she won’t too. You want to have a threesome? It’ll be fun!” He asked as we both faced the urinal and emptied our bladders.
“You siao or what! You know I don’t do these kind of thing. You drunk already is it?
He laughed as he zipped his pants, looking into the mirror and adjusting his clothes. “Good things big bro like me always share. Last chance, want or not? She already said I could send her up to the room when we’re done later.”
“Nope you go ahead. Haven’t you been listening when I told you about…”
“Yeah I know, Huan Zhu Ge Ge, I know.” He interrupted me before I could finish. “Anyway it’s your prerogative.” He wiped his hands dry and we both made our way back to our table, leaving the indecent proposition dead in the men’s room.
I think Jack must have had a drink too many. After downing his god-knows-how-many next glass of whiskey, he lay back against the couch and looked seriously dead drunk. The night was over. I didn’t have much to say to Monika as Jack was the one keeping her company the whole night and I suggested that I’ll send Jack home since he was already dead to the world.
Monika suggested we get him to her room at the hotel to see if we could freshen him up but I courteously declined. Jack wasn’t going to be much good in bed today from the looks of it, but she insisted about doing so. She did make sense though since her room was only a lift journey and Jack was staying all the way in faraway Changi.
Moving a drunken man is akin to transporting a tranquilized elephant. Heavy, uncooperative, with the occasional grunt and incomprehensible mumble. Somehow or rather, we made it into her room and I laid him down on the soft and warm hotel bed.
Now I’m not sure if this is typical of the Polish women but when I came out of the bathroom after washing the mix of drool and liquor from Jack on my clothes, I saw a naked Monika giving Jack, who was also naked now, a blowjob on the bed.
I stood at the doorway transfixed. Jack was already so drunk he couldn’t get himself any form of erection. He just lay there and slept while Monika was trying her best to elicit a response from him. Her head bobbed up and down furiously as her hands swirled around his limp and lifeless member. Till date, I should have whipped out my mobile phone and caught this scene on video but my mind was at a loss of what to do as I stared at this couple, not knowing whether if it was rude of me to start laughing!
It must have been a few minutes later than Monika gave up. Turning to me and asking me in her thick Polish accent, “Grim, you want one too?” She beckoned to me as she said it.
That was the last straw. I hurriedly said no thanks and picked up my laptop bag and left the room. I’d rather keep my reputation as the man with no sex than to make out with a stranger who I have no chemistry with right in front of my good friend, notwithstanding that he was already dead to the world.
I made my way home, laughing to myself as the memories of Monika and Jack replayed itself over and over. It would be a great tale to tell the rest of the guys, a vulnerability of Jack that would haunt him for the rest of his life and as long as we are his friends.
The next day, I awoke to a new SMS sent at 5am from Jack. “Bro, Monika told me what happened. You better dun tell anyone, ok?”
Sure Jack, sure…
-End Chapter 3-
The Connection We Had
And Can’t Wait To Have Again
Is Something So Special
And Usually Hard To Find
Don’t Want To Lose You
So Please Take My Hand
Trust and Forgive Me
And Leave the Past Behind
- unknown -
Yawning like a wild lion, I awoke the next day feeling a stronger enthusiasm for life. I sat up and propped my pillow against the head of my rickety old bed of too many years and turned on my laptop, hoping to have an offline message from her.
Unfortunately, Yahoo dashed my hopes sitting there with nothing showing up. Oh well, what was I expecting? It was only a hug, possibly a friendly one and I was making it look like she was getting me all riled up for a night of hot, passionate and supremely orgasmic wild sex.
Shutting the machine down, I got out of bed and made preparations for work, humming a little tune to myself. Come to think of it, that irritating tune came from the McDonald’s advertisement – I’m loving it’.
Life seemed to have made a U turn last night as I found myself unusually polite and courteous whilst on the way to work. The CTE, as usual, was jammed packed with vehicles heading into the city. I made a conscious effort to give way for every other driver who wanted to turn into my lane. If only the traffic police would see me now, they would either give me an award for road courtesy or even pull me over for road hogging. Yes, I was really going that slow and still feeling good about it!
Work-wise, it was the usual routine. I kept checking Yahoo if she had come online so I could get a little chat going. My heart was yearning for her company, even if it was just online company, anyway she was in another country altogether. Sadly, she must have been really caught up at work. I had to keep myself from sending her an SMS but decided against it as I did not want to look too “sticky” in a new born relationship. There I go again, it wasn’t official yet and I was thinking as if I had found a new girlfriend already.
As the day wore on, more urgent tasks were presented to me that had to be attended to in the soonest time possible and I got entrenched in a deep pit filled with work that just had to be done somehow. Putting aside my romantic thoughts for the time being, I kept going at work with a gusto never before experienced. Even the old maids felt that I was a changed man and came over and asked if I was ok and if I needed any help.
Sometimes, the effect of another person in your life may just do the same to you. At this juncture, it certainly felt that I was falling in love with her; a remarkable woman that I’ve only met the night before but had tons of chat logs to re-read and fall head over heels all over again.
Nearing the end of the day, Jack, a good friend of mine, sent me an SMS. The message wrote, “Yo bro, wanna go 4 a drink?”
It had really been a long time since I hung out with Jack. I haven’t been doing much socially since taking on the new position and an invitation to catch up over a few beers was definitely very welcome.
We met at our favorite waterhole – The Axis Bar at the Oriental Singapore in the evening and were just making small talk about work, life and his favorite, women.
I think it’s only fair that I provide a little background information on Jack. Jack’s a very adept and resourceful software engineer. Most people would relate to a geek or a nerdy person when it came to an IT professional but not when they’ve met Jack. Back when we were in National Service, the gang, as we used to call ourselves who included the other buddies, would frequent Zouk whenever we had our allowances released from the Government.
Built like a fighter pilot with good looks to boot, Jack would almost every time bring home a beautiful woman for a romp when we left the club. Till today, Jack still has kept himself looking as young and handsome that he always has been. Despite his good looks, Jack’s bane is that he’s very alcoholic (at least by my standards). He drinks relentlessly, never stopping even after he’s certified drunk by the people around him. And when he gets drunk, the male ego takes over and he will absolutely do anything you ask of him.
As the night wore on, and after a couple of whiskeys, I was telling my story to Jack about her, fervently going on about the special feeling I felt and the way she made me feel as a person. Jack probably didn’t look very interested but I just had to let someone know what I was going through and he just happened to be the one.
“Just fuck her man. If you won’t, send her my way, I will.” He muttered while downing another shot of whiskey on ice.
I felt disturbed having that imagery of him with my baby doll. “Come on lah bro, I told you about her cause I want you to know I may have found the ONE man!”
“Ok whatever,” he replied, glancing over my shoulder at the table behind me. “Tell you what, forget her today. I’ll go over and get that chio babe over here to keep us company.”
I turned around and saw a lanky lady sipping on an orange colored cocktail. She looked as if she was alone and definitely a tourist. I would reckon a guess at maybe Russian at my initial look. Noticing that Jack had already made his way to her, I turned back and sighed at myself. Here we go again. Another tale of Jack’s adventure would be penned in my mind tonight to share with another ‘gang’ member – Patrick. If you can recall, Patrick appeared in a previous story when he messaged me on Yahoo when I was still living the good life in the company I left.
As expected, it wasn’t long before Jack came back, holding her drink and introduced his new found friend to me. Her name was Monika, from Poland and was here in Singapore on a business trip. We exchanged name cards and I noticed her Director of Marketing position. Another yuppie as I guessed she would be around the same age as us.
The assimilation of another drinker to a party would normally be in the best of interests for all concerned but this time, I felt left out as Jack kept going at her, teaching her the wonders of local drinking games and laying on the charm as much as he could. Together with his good looks, I could tell she was slowly getting hooked.
I lay back on the couch and wondered why Nature was so unfair in creating us human beings. Why did only a select few have what it takes whereas the rest of the population had to endure watching the select few excel in something that only we can only hope to achieve.
Jack noticed my boredom and grabbed my arm and told Monika that we’re going to the boys’ room. Still giggling from another one of Jack’s lewd jokes, she said she would be coming along to the ladies’.
In the gents, Jack made me a proposition, “Grim, I seriously don’t mind and I think she won’t too. You want to have a threesome? It’ll be fun!” He asked as we both faced the urinal and emptied our bladders.
“You siao or what! You know I don’t do these kind of thing. You drunk already is it?
He laughed as he zipped his pants, looking into the mirror and adjusting his clothes. “Good things big bro like me always share. Last chance, want or not? She already said I could send her up to the room when we’re done later.”
“Nope you go ahead. Haven’t you been listening when I told you about…”
“Yeah I know, Huan Zhu Ge Ge, I know.” He interrupted me before I could finish. “Anyway it’s your prerogative.” He wiped his hands dry and we both made our way back to our table, leaving the indecent proposition dead in the men’s room.
I think Jack must have had a drink too many. After downing his god-knows-how-many next glass of whiskey, he lay back against the couch and looked seriously dead drunk. The night was over. I didn’t have much to say to Monika as Jack was the one keeping her company the whole night and I suggested that I’ll send Jack home since he was already dead to the world.
Monika suggested we get him to her room at the hotel to see if we could freshen him up but I courteously declined. Jack wasn’t going to be much good in bed today from the looks of it, but she insisted about doing so. She did make sense though since her room was only a lift journey and Jack was staying all the way in faraway Changi.
Moving a drunken man is akin to transporting a tranquilized elephant. Heavy, uncooperative, with the occasional grunt and incomprehensible mumble. Somehow or rather, we made it into her room and I laid him down on the soft and warm hotel bed.
Now I’m not sure if this is typical of the Polish women but when I came out of the bathroom after washing the mix of drool and liquor from Jack on my clothes, I saw a naked Monika giving Jack, who was also naked now, a blowjob on the bed.
I stood at the doorway transfixed. Jack was already so drunk he couldn’t get himself any form of erection. He just lay there and slept while Monika was trying her best to elicit a response from him. Her head bobbed up and down furiously as her hands swirled around his limp and lifeless member. Till date, I should have whipped out my mobile phone and caught this scene on video but my mind was at a loss of what to do as I stared at this couple, not knowing whether if it was rude of me to start laughing!
It must have been a few minutes later than Monika gave up. Turning to me and asking me in her thick Polish accent, “Grim, you want one too?” She beckoned to me as she said it.
That was the last straw. I hurriedly said no thanks and picked up my laptop bag and left the room. I’d rather keep my reputation as the man with no sex than to make out with a stranger who I have no chemistry with right in front of my good friend, notwithstanding that he was already dead to the world.
I made my way home, laughing to myself as the memories of Monika and Jack replayed itself over and over. It would be a great tale to tell the rest of the guys, a vulnerability of Jack that would haunt him for the rest of his life and as long as we are his friends.
The next day, I awoke to a new SMS sent at 5am from Jack. “Bro, Monika told me what happened. You better dun tell anyone, ok?”
Sure Jack, sure…
-End Chapter 3-
Friday, December 15, 2006
Topiary of Love - Chapter 2
Chapter 2 – First Touch
To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may be the world.
- Bill Wilson –
Hideous amounts of work pandered for my attention as I struggled to keep myself sane whilst wading through financial numbers week after week, even worse when month-end came about. Losing my previous job was already a painful tear in my little fabric of life. But egged on relentlessly by this encouraging person who only appeared on a little screen on my computer, I tried to make do and do the best I could.
I still held her to her promise to meet up, bar the swimming as I have a little paunch which I consider a bane to my exterior. I don’t drink much, but yet my friends refer to it as the 30's pot-belly. I abhor that term though I’ve come to terms with it since I don’t really exercise at all.
There were many occasions that came up that we could have met, but I have never brought up the topic of meeting. Some would say, it’s only for dinner or lunch, why was I being so uptight about it? I guess when you associate with something and it becomes excruciatingly comfortable, you would not want to change it, even for just a little bit. We’ve become very bosom pals online and maybe the thought of meeting up and seeing one another, and then finding out something about the other party in person would spoil what we have going. That would be the primary reason in keeping the meet up from happening.
But life’s surprises always seem to present itself in the weirdest ways possible. It was just a regular weekday at work when she sent me the most unexpected chats that I have not prepared myself for.
-----Begin Chat Log-----
Her: STILL ARD?
Me: yup
Her: OMG
Her: playin games?
Me: lots of paperwork
Her: poor u
Me: no lah clearing up paperwork stuff
Her: dinner?
Me: ate already
Me: went down earlier
Me: u?
Me: still in office?
Her: of cos haven lo,
Her: yup
Her: still in office
Me: wah lau
Her: clearin some work b4 i go on a trip
Her: =)
Me:
Me: where u going?
Her: btu i too long never clear emails
Her: need to organise
Her: me?
Her: im leaving for KL for business
Me: aiyoh...
Me: then why dont go dinner yet?
Me: pls go and eat something
Her: oorh
Her: later
Her: u want to come and see me to the airport? be my cab driver ahaha
Her:
Me: ?? you mean it?
-----End Chat Log-----
This was certainly a break from the boring routine of life. It finally came after more than a year of being Yahoo buddies. She was heading to the airport from the office directly. It was, frankly, now or never. I immediately agreed to be her chauffeur for today and to pick her up from her office.
Exchanging mobile numbers for the first time was an interesting exercise. I daren’t call her and instead SMS’ed when I was leaving the office. So much for bravado! Rushing for time, I suggested her having a quick dinner at the airport and received her message of acknowledgement.
It certainly felt euphoric having a sudden shift to the relationship. On my way down to pick her up, many scenarios unfolded in my mind. For my more imaginative readers, none of the thoughts were sexual by nature.
How was she like? How would she sound like? Was she going to be a young or a slightly mature lady? It was not going to be long before I found out. The apprehension was stronger as I neared her office. I quickly ran through a list of topics to talk about, chatting jovially on a chat system was entirely different than speaking in real life. I wanted to be sure I didn’t screw things up because this friendship really did matter a lot to me.
Parking at the basement, instinctively I sent out a simple SMS to her telling her where I was, the dark grey of my Toyota as well as the license plate number. I never imagined myself being on another blind date. But here I was, meeting up with someone whom I know so well but yet, who seemed like a stranger at this juncture.
It was not long before I heard a tap on the passenger side window. A very youthful lady looked at me from the outside and smiled. It was a charming and attractive smile that I would find it hard to forget. Sporting a slightly longer than shoulder length hairstyle, this was the lady that has been chatting with me for more than a year before we actually met today.
I unlocked the doors and exited from my side of the vehicle, she only had a luggage and she was carrying her laptop and had a pink handbag strapped on her shoulders.
Excitement and shyness engulfing me, I could only manage a short greeting of sorts, “Wah short trip?”.
“Only for 2 days. Nice to finally see you Grimnar, after so long. My taxi driver.” She giggled as I helped to load the luggage and her laptop into the back seat.
She seemed so much at ease whereas I was a total wreck! I always thought I was the confident type, always ready for any smart ass remark thrown my way, but this time, something was different. I wanted to impress but found it hard to keep my thoughts organized.
Dressed casually in a simple V necked polo T and quartered pants, she exuded confidence and independence, which was probably the traits that made her a, supposedly, high paying executive in her company she worked in. And I'll admit, I did consciously notice her generous cleavage as well as a very voluptuous figure.
Frankly, I was expecting her to be much more senior in her age as she was always the one spurring me onwards to achieve more in life. But here she was, in the flesh, and I haphazard a guess that she was probably still in her early twenties.
Here are some general rules of thumb when meeting someone for the first time in your life. Never attempt to follow what I did from here on. You will make a fool of yourself that medieval court jesters can only hope to achieve.
Making our way out from the carpark to the airport, I broke the awkward silence, “Um, so, what you think?”
“What I think, what?” She replied.
“Was I what you expected?” I asked shyly. “I mean, first time and all. You must have had some expectations about what I’ll be like.”
“My goodness, stop pressurizing yourself lah!” She retorted. “You are a fine young gentleman what. Very available, you know.” I turned to look at her at that remark and found her looking back at me with that magical smile of hers.
She pointed out to a passing red colored Vios. “Hey Grimnar, that car you just passed by, the lady driver very chio!”
I just had the perfect answer for that statement, “Um, sorry I can’t see cause I’m driving, anyway I think my car also got a chio babe.”
I think I just experienced the exuberant feeling of making someone truly happy as her laughter from my little statement resonated within the small cabin of the Toyota.
She made herself comfortable and took off her shoes and crossed one of her legs under the other as we entered ECP and made way towards the airport. Feeling more at ease, as I began to warm up towards her presence, I started picking out topics that I had prepared in my mind beforehand. Not that it mattered anyway, she was as chatty in life as she was on Yahoo.
It was a refreshing drive on a familiar road. We exchanged stories over stories, jokes leading to more jokes, even raunchy ones and for once in a very long while, I felt at peace and fell in love with life again.
Arriving at the airport, we checked in her luggage after figuring out a few new methods of fitting her laptop in there. Her clothings and toiletries were packed unexpectedly messy for a lady. We laughed gaily at how many different ways we could have repacked her stuff. There was also an embarrassing moment as I saw a white colored bra laying on top of her clothing and she saw me staring at it for a tad too long and slapped me playfully on my back for being “naughty”.
There wasn’t much more time left before she had to check in for the flight out. We took refuge at Mcdonalds as she grabbed a quick dinner. Over the remaining time we had, we continued our tirade of jokes and stories. I bet the other patrons were staring at us as we kept ourselves, and them, entertained for the time we were there.
Alas, she would be pushing her luck too far if she didn’t check in. I longed to have her stay for another story, another joke, and my broken heart yearned for her not to go. I have never been so cheerful, so relaxed after such a long time and I craved to partake in this fantastic feeling for a longer time.
Walking her to the check-in gate, I told her to drop me a message anytime if she was free. I certainly felt a closeness to her that has been eluding me all these while. She was like a sister as well as a best friend. The chemistry was definitely there. It’s hard to put feelings into words and I struggle as hard as I can to pen it all down here. It was truly, magical, in that sense of the word.
Turning towards me before she headed in, I unexpectedly felt her arms going around my body and she gave me a soft hug. My heart started pumping with wild abandon as she held a shocked and surprised me for what seemed like an eternity.
“Thanks for coming to pick me up. Give you a hug for your reward.”
My hands lay helpless beside me. I didn’t hug back as I was at a loss of what to do.
She broke and headed into the check in area. Leaving me and my heart running in overdrive, I only managed a wave as she got her passport checked by immigration while she flashed me another one of her heart melting smiles and walked away to the gate. It was another few more minutes that I stood there, staring at nothingless, and hoping she would just appear for another brief moment.
-End Chapter 2-
To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may be the world.
- Bill Wilson –
Hideous amounts of work pandered for my attention as I struggled to keep myself sane whilst wading through financial numbers week after week, even worse when month-end came about. Losing my previous job was already a painful tear in my little fabric of life. But egged on relentlessly by this encouraging person who only appeared on a little screen on my computer, I tried to make do and do the best I could.
I still held her to her promise to meet up, bar the swimming as I have a little paunch which I consider a bane to my exterior. I don’t drink much, but yet my friends refer to it as the 30's pot-belly. I abhor that term though I’ve come to terms with it since I don’t really exercise at all.
There were many occasions that came up that we could have met, but I have never brought up the topic of meeting. Some would say, it’s only for dinner or lunch, why was I being so uptight about it? I guess when you associate with something and it becomes excruciatingly comfortable, you would not want to change it, even for just a little bit. We’ve become very bosom pals online and maybe the thought of meeting up and seeing one another, and then finding out something about the other party in person would spoil what we have going. That would be the primary reason in keeping the meet up from happening.
But life’s surprises always seem to present itself in the weirdest ways possible. It was just a regular weekday at work when she sent me the most unexpected chats that I have not prepared myself for.
-----Begin Chat Log-----
Her: STILL ARD?
Me: yup
Her: OMG
Her: playin games?
Me: lots of paperwork
Her: poor u
Me: no lah clearing up paperwork stuff
Her: dinner?
Me: ate already
Me: went down earlier
Me: u?
Me: still in office?
Her: of cos haven lo,
Her: yup
Her: still in office
Me: wah lau
Her: clearin some work b4 i go on a trip
Her: =)
Me:
Me: where u going?
Her: btu i too long never clear emails
Her: need to organise
Her: me?
Her: im leaving for KL for business
Me: aiyoh...
Me: then why dont go dinner yet?
Me: pls go and eat something
Her: oorh
Her: later
Her: u want to come and see me to the airport? be my cab driver ahaha
Her:
Me: ?? you mean it?
-----End Chat Log-----
This was certainly a break from the boring routine of life. It finally came after more than a year of being Yahoo buddies. She was heading to the airport from the office directly. It was, frankly, now or never. I immediately agreed to be her chauffeur for today and to pick her up from her office.
Exchanging mobile numbers for the first time was an interesting exercise. I daren’t call her and instead SMS’ed when I was leaving the office. So much for bravado! Rushing for time, I suggested her having a quick dinner at the airport and received her message of acknowledgement.
It certainly felt euphoric having a sudden shift to the relationship. On my way down to pick her up, many scenarios unfolded in my mind. For my more imaginative readers, none of the thoughts were sexual by nature.
How was she like? How would she sound like? Was she going to be a young or a slightly mature lady? It was not going to be long before I found out. The apprehension was stronger as I neared her office. I quickly ran through a list of topics to talk about, chatting jovially on a chat system was entirely different than speaking in real life. I wanted to be sure I didn’t screw things up because this friendship really did matter a lot to me.
Parking at the basement, instinctively I sent out a simple SMS to her telling her where I was, the dark grey of my Toyota as well as the license plate number. I never imagined myself being on another blind date. But here I was, meeting up with someone whom I know so well but yet, who seemed like a stranger at this juncture.
It was not long before I heard a tap on the passenger side window. A very youthful lady looked at me from the outside and smiled. It was a charming and attractive smile that I would find it hard to forget. Sporting a slightly longer than shoulder length hairstyle, this was the lady that has been chatting with me for more than a year before we actually met today.
I unlocked the doors and exited from my side of the vehicle, she only had a luggage and she was carrying her laptop and had a pink handbag strapped on her shoulders.
Excitement and shyness engulfing me, I could only manage a short greeting of sorts, “Wah short trip?”.
“Only for 2 days. Nice to finally see you Grimnar, after so long. My taxi driver.” She giggled as I helped to load the luggage and her laptop into the back seat.
She seemed so much at ease whereas I was a total wreck! I always thought I was the confident type, always ready for any smart ass remark thrown my way, but this time, something was different. I wanted to impress but found it hard to keep my thoughts organized.
Dressed casually in a simple V necked polo T and quartered pants, she exuded confidence and independence, which was probably the traits that made her a, supposedly, high paying executive in her company she worked in. And I'll admit, I did consciously notice her generous cleavage as well as a very voluptuous figure.
Frankly, I was expecting her to be much more senior in her age as she was always the one spurring me onwards to achieve more in life. But here she was, in the flesh, and I haphazard a guess that she was probably still in her early twenties.
Here are some general rules of thumb when meeting someone for the first time in your life. Never attempt to follow what I did from here on. You will make a fool of yourself that medieval court jesters can only hope to achieve.
Making our way out from the carpark to the airport, I broke the awkward silence, “Um, so, what you think?”
“What I think, what?” She replied.
“Was I what you expected?” I asked shyly. “I mean, first time and all. You must have had some expectations about what I’ll be like.”
“My goodness, stop pressurizing yourself lah!” She retorted. “You are a fine young gentleman what. Very available, you know.” I turned to look at her at that remark and found her looking back at me with that magical smile of hers.
She pointed out to a passing red colored Vios. “Hey Grimnar, that car you just passed by, the lady driver very chio!”
I just had the perfect answer for that statement, “Um, sorry I can’t see cause I’m driving, anyway I think my car also got a chio babe.”
I think I just experienced the exuberant feeling of making someone truly happy as her laughter from my little statement resonated within the small cabin of the Toyota.
She made herself comfortable and took off her shoes and crossed one of her legs under the other as we entered ECP and made way towards the airport. Feeling more at ease, as I began to warm up towards her presence, I started picking out topics that I had prepared in my mind beforehand. Not that it mattered anyway, she was as chatty in life as she was on Yahoo.
It was a refreshing drive on a familiar road. We exchanged stories over stories, jokes leading to more jokes, even raunchy ones and for once in a very long while, I felt at peace and fell in love with life again.
Arriving at the airport, we checked in her luggage after figuring out a few new methods of fitting her laptop in there. Her clothings and toiletries were packed unexpectedly messy for a lady. We laughed gaily at how many different ways we could have repacked her stuff. There was also an embarrassing moment as I saw a white colored bra laying on top of her clothing and she saw me staring at it for a tad too long and slapped me playfully on my back for being “naughty”.
There wasn’t much more time left before she had to check in for the flight out. We took refuge at Mcdonalds as she grabbed a quick dinner. Over the remaining time we had, we continued our tirade of jokes and stories. I bet the other patrons were staring at us as we kept ourselves, and them, entertained for the time we were there.
Alas, she would be pushing her luck too far if she didn’t check in. I longed to have her stay for another story, another joke, and my broken heart yearned for her not to go. I have never been so cheerful, so relaxed after such a long time and I craved to partake in this fantastic feeling for a longer time.
Walking her to the check-in gate, I told her to drop me a message anytime if she was free. I certainly felt a closeness to her that has been eluding me all these while. She was like a sister as well as a best friend. The chemistry was definitely there. It’s hard to put feelings into words and I struggle as hard as I can to pen it all down here. It was truly, magical, in that sense of the word.
Turning towards me before she headed in, I unexpectedly felt her arms going around my body and she gave me a soft hug. My heart started pumping with wild abandon as she held a shocked and surprised me for what seemed like an eternity.
“Thanks for coming to pick me up. Give you a hug for your reward.”
My hands lay helpless beside me. I didn’t hug back as I was at a loss of what to do.
She broke and headed into the check in area. Leaving me and my heart running in overdrive, I only managed a wave as she got her passport checked by immigration while she flashed me another one of her heart melting smiles and walked away to the gate. It was another few more minutes that I stood there, staring at nothingless, and hoping she would just appear for another brief moment.
-End Chapter 2-
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