The Ultimate Addiction (TUA)-Inspired Fanfic

Nancy stepped into the bedroom and I immediately attacked her from behind, pulled off her white blazer and bit forcefully into her left shoulder causing her to squeal in pain. She reached underneath my chin and pushed upwards causing me to release my grip.

“That really hurts, do you know?” she whimpered.

“Then do you know how I felt when I found out that you kissed another girl?”

“I what?”

“Yup, you kissed that dirty whore Kate Tsui, didn’t you?”

“Listen, it was a-”

I interrupted her by kissing her hard on her luscious pink lips and she gritted her teeth preventing my tongue from entering her mouth. I pushed her forcefully against the wall, pinned myself against her and assaulted her lips once again as I pulled down the zip at the back of her white dress. I pushed the two sides of the dress apart and it slid right off her revealing the black bra and lace panties underneath.

I reached behind myself to grab the vibrator I had left on the bedside table, positioned it against her cloth-covered asshole and flicked the switch to “on” then pushed aside the back of her panties and penetrated her rear opening immediately causing her to scream. I then unhooked the back of her bra and began to suck forcefully on her nipples, sinking my teeth into them, while I fucked her ass with the toy.

“Would you please stop that, it hurts!” Nancy begged. I released my mouth from her hardened nipple.

“Promise me you’ll never lay a finger on Kate Tsui again?”

“Ahh… yes!”

I pulled the vibrator out of her ass, carried her to the bed, placed her down gently and pulled down her panties then touched her very swollen red clit causing her to give another loud scream of pleasure and she came, wetting herself and the bed. I returned my lips to hers, kissing her gently this time, removed my own panties and began to grind my private parts against hers and we fucked the whole night till we fell asleep in each others’ arms.

PS: Haven’t been fantasising about Tavia lately but I have been fantasising about a lot of other people so I’ll probably be writing more stories ;)

Published with permission, courtesy of Vivien.

YOG

“Don’t move.” I whispered as I pushed Nadine against the wall. I cuddled closer to her, making sure she could smell my soft brown hair which still had the scent of Sakura-flavoured shampoo on it.

I began to kiss her neck and she started whimpering in fear, trying to push me away but she was too weak. Probably she realized she was no match for me and soon stopped. I reached underneath her skirt and immediately removed her panties. I was too impatient for foreplay and immediately penetrated her with two fingers causing her to scream in pain, well, it was probably her first time.

As I assaulted her lips, I curled my fingers upwards, hitting her sensitive spot and making her wet. Her legs were becoming weak and moving further apart and eventually I found myself sitting on the floor while fingering and kissing her, touching myself with my other hand.

“Oh gosh, I can’t take it anymore.” I gasped when I released her to catch my breath. I pushed her legs apart, slid up the sides of my tight dress and began to grind my pussy against hers as I locked lips with her once again.

Story published with permission, courtesy of Vivien.

04 First Letter.

Yours Truly

The tragedy of first love is that it does not take into consideration changing circumstances. First love tries to stay pure, unrestrained, and faithful. First love does not account for people changing and life moving rapidly ahead, and it is left in the dust that remains. Everything falls apart.

I caught up with Xin Yi after writing about our First Sunset; part 3 of my tale. Our meeting was silent, and yet comfortable. She had moved on ahead, while I was still the fool who held onto my memories. Seeing her again brings so many things to mind… Our sweet lovemaking, desperate escapades, and the thrill of hiding it all from public view. This part of the story builds upon the next chapter of our relationship: Surviving transitions.

Hey You,

It was great seeing you again.

The same smile. The same pout. The same cheeky glint in your chocolate brown eyes. You haven’t changed since the day we parted. Every memory is still dear to me, held sacred in the depths of my soul. I know that society would frown upon our passionate lovemaking. They would scorn us… They would vilify us for making a reckless decision in our foolish youthfulness.

That’s not true.

It was our love that gave us the courage to move ahead in life, and sustained us in the pain that came with adulthood. Our love gave us hope that we can create a brighter future in spite of our fears. You helped me to stay true to myself through the years. I wished I’d told you all this years ago… Is it too late now?

Thank you. Can you hear my words?

Yours Truly,

White Wolf

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My face scrunched up in confusion as I glared at the past year assessment paper, absently wondering if I would bore a hole through it. I stabbed at my calculator in futility as I ran through the same steps again.

“You told me to do this, right?” I pointed out my equations to her, “Then how come I never get the answer?” We were perspiring a little, seated at the void deck and cramming for the upcoming ‘O’ levels.

“Tsk! No… Not like that!” She swatted away my hand and scribbled something on my paper, “Aiyo! Like that!”

My sweet beloved girlfriend, Xin Yi, the perfect student with a perfect record, had been giving me tuition for two months since we met. It was almost ridiculous to see how fast my grades went up. It was also ridiculous that I just couldn’t grasp the concepts behind my math equations as easily as she did. I was stumped as usual, and slumped back on the stone bench, sighing in frustration.

She shot me a look and promptly flicked some eraser dust at me.

We met for two hours each day, arranging our meetings during our previous meetings. This meant that if we missed one, we won’t know how to catch each other up again. I had to spend a lot of time waiting around to spot her at her block. It was also getting increasingly difficult for us to meet at times due to the amount of responsibilities that Xin Yi had in school. Sometimes, I felt jealous of her friends… Okay, most times I felt jealous.

I proceeded to furiously crunch through the rest of the paper, completing it in silence before tossing my pencil onto the table.

Xin Yi poked at my elbow. If I looked at her now, I knew she would bestow upon me a look of the purest angelic love that would mercilessly kill off my frustration. That was her way of getting me to open up to her when I became Mr Grouchy. It worked well enough to make me careful around her.

“We need a better way to keep in touch. We can’t call, and we can’t meet near our schools. And I want to meet you more often. Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing… And when we meet these days, we just study and don’t talk enough…” I blurted out suddenly before taking a deep breath, “It feels like we’re drifting apart.”

“Oh…” Xin Yi murmured quietly, “Darling… I’m sorry. Forgive me?” She slid over next to me and touched my tense shoulder gently, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Hmph!” I huffed at her and tried not to give in too easily, “Even if I forgive you, nothing will change!”

Oops. I could see that stung her.

Xin Yi winced and I quickly reached out to pull her into my embrace.  She melted into my arms as I murmured a thousand apologies into her ear, telling her that I still love her and that I wanted us to work through this.

“Sorry… Mmm…” I chewed through my thoughts tentatively, “Why don’t we keep in touch by leaving letters for each other at that place?”

“That place?” She nuzzled a little more into my arms and looked up at me curiously.

“You know… The HDB outside got this small cabinet with all the pipes and whatever inside. We can put our letters in there, since nobody’s living on that floor, right? We still don’t know whether you are free on Friday, so if you can make it then just leave a note there ah! See, I smart right?” I grinned confidently at her, trying to soothe over my words earlier.

“Hmph, not bad,” Xin Yi said while swiping at the tears in her eyes, “So I can assign you this two paper to do hor? Finish already put in there right? Hehe, don’t give me that look! Won’t work one!”

I groaned and pretended to faint, “Urgh, okay. Fine. Alright. Sure. I’ll do it!”

Xin Yi cheered in her sweet and adorable way, “Yay! Take this!” With that, she slammed down two practice papers in front of me, before she gave me a sudden peck on my cheek and skipped home with a sadistic little laugh at my expense.

Just wanted to cheer my girlfriend up. Fuck me, right? I’m so doomed.

I spent the rest of the day stuck in my room, not because I was doing the papers mind you. I finished those in a couple of hours. No, I was wondering what to write in my first letter to Xin Yi…

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Hey You,

It’s been two months since we met, yet I don’t know what to write to you.

Two months since that fateful meeting at my school, when our eyes met and our hearts danced an endless waltz that has yet to reach its culmination. I still find it incredible how you feel the way you do about me. Why me? Why you? Why us? How did all of this all happen? I still don’t know, and I could barely hope to figure it all out.

Isn’t it a good thing though? Maybe figuring it all out breaks the magic behind it all. Maybe we never need to figure it all out. Maybe that’s the secret that will keep the magic going. Maybe that’s why Cinderella’s enchantment wore off.

I miss your tiny hands again. I miss holding you in my arms, and the way you laugh when I complain that your hair was trying to suffocate me. I love your smile and your laughter so much. I love you so much.

I feel guilty for never being able to say that when I am with you. It feels like some part of me is always hiding from you, holding you at a distance even though our lips are touching. It feels like some part of me is always on the run.

Do you still remember that day when we first met? Remember when you spewed out such a string of vulgarities that made me wonder what exactly had befallen me? I remember laughing at you when you hit that door, but I never knew that looking into your eyes could result in your capture of my heart. I never knew what happened after that. Maybe that’s why I’m running away. I’m afraid you’ll take my soul too.

Since I’ve met you, I feel like my days have become better and my heart has grown lighter. Yet, I still know so little about you. How can that be? It feels like I’ve known you my entire life, but the truth is otherwise. Am I being foolish? Perhaps this could be just another infatuation. Perhaps it would all be gone one day.

I’m afraid of that. Deep in my heart, in the depths of my soul, I am afraid of losing you one day. I’m afraid of waking up in the distant future, and realising that we have become just like our parents: Living from day to day in a loveless marriage. Cold. Bitter. Resentful.

I love you so much. And yet, I’m so afraid of you. You are like a flaming beacon in my darkness, drawing me towards you like a moth. Helpless, I can only continue dancing as close to you as I dare. I spin around you, my steps in the waltz taking me far wide. Yet, I’m certain that I would soon dance a little too close and incinerate myself in your flames.

I’m sorry, I never meant to veer off this way. Somehow, writing this letter has taken much more out of me than I’d expected.

Do you think we could meet at 3p.m? I will be free then, and I hope you will be too.

Yours Truly,

Me

P.S. Was there anything else that I forgot?

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I went up the HDB block shifting my weight nervously, opening that cabinet and dropping the letter inside with a tiny smile playing about my lips. It was my very first love letter. Writing it, walking to our private letterbox, and depositing it made me feel giddy with anxiety. I tottered over to the elevator and made my way back down, leaning heavily as I attempted to pull myself together.

Was I too forthcoming or too oblique? Had I made any mistakes in my writing? Had I done enough by her? I could run those thoughts through my head a million times, but I would never know for sure. I wanted to rush back upstairs and tear my letter into so many pieces, shielding my vulnerability from her. Yet, I know that would be a fool’s errand.

Opening myself to her in that small way would build our relationship. Intuition and logic both guarded me against my own emotions, allowing me to walk out of the elevator and away from the HDB block. I wandered home mindlessly, my thoughts and my emotions engaged in a war against each other, trying to find some semblance of peace within myself. When I finally reached home, I found it difficult to focus on my studies. Eventually, I managed to finish just one practice paper before dinner, as a distinctive jingle of keys brought my thoughts back to more weary matters at hand.

My father had come home.

“Father,” I called out to acknowledge him coming home after a long day at work. I had never asked him what he did and never knew what his occupation was, except that it always caused him to return home in a dark mood, his expression drawn tight to hold back his simmering resentment from whatever he experienced at work. As a toddler, I soon learned not to speak of work in his presence nor to ever put a toe out of line. His cane and his belt would mercilessly put back in my place.

In my mind, I always knew that my father had always pushed me extremely hard because he wanted me to succeed where he could not. His one dream was for me to get a degree, moving on to become a man of great achievements in life. There was once a time when I excelled in school, but that time was long past. Living in an atmosphere of fear and resentment had taken its toll on me, preventing me from being able to stretch myself fully, causing my grades to dive once I’d stepped into secondary school.

I spent all four years in secondary school, struggling to get by, trying my best not to fail my father. Yet, I did worse each semester until I’d met Xin Yi. It was only because of her that I could have a second life; a chance at redeeming myself once more. As I heard my father take off his shoes in the hallway, so did I put aside my practice papers while also cleaning up my table. My mother was already preparing the dinner table by the time I entered the kitchen, and I helped her set the cutlery down. My father entered the kitchen.

I sat down quietly, fingers tight on my bowl of rice as my chopsticks made their way around the dishes.

Click.

Click.

Click.

I dared not breathe too loudly for fear of rousing my father’s anger. My dinner was efficient as always; rice, vegetables, meat, soup, and then move back around the dishes again. I thought of my girlfriend, the way she gently held my gaze with her own. I thought of us being studying together, and her smile whenever she saw me peeking at her. I thought of a future together with her.

Would we be like this?

Would we lose ourselves as well?

Would our children grow up in a loveless family?

Clink.

I remembered how she curled up protectively in my arms, watching my face intently as if seeking to touch my soul. I want to do my best for her. I want to excel in my studies to be with her. I doused my utensils with water and scrubbed them thoroughly with dishwashing liquid. As I went to sleep that night, I steeled my resolve to become a better person for Xin Yi.

It was not that difficult a choice to make.

Story published with permission, courtesy of White Wolf.

Tavia’s Stalker

This story is written by Vivien, the owner of Tyfxxx. She has started her own blog with stories inspired by a real artiste, which I could remember being lead actress for many dramas my granny watch on TVBJ. So here goes!

Tonight was the night. For as long as he could remember he had been following her home from the tv station and after events, trying to recognize her car’s license plate number and find out the unit of the condominium she stayed in. Tonight was the night that he was going to harvest the fruit of his efforts.

He knew the security guard would leave to make his way home at 9pm sharp. True enough, at not long past nine, a man who appeared to be in his sixties walked to the bus stop. He waited for the guard to get a bus then made his way over to the condominium. With some effort, he managed to roll the fire engine access gate aside and made his way up the path, past the tennis court and to the swimming pool.

He decided to wait at the swimming pool as it was summer and even at night the heat was blazing. Like anyone else, she would like to take a dip in the water even though she could not swim well. However she would choose to do so at night as in the day she could easily be seen by others and it wasn’t that she didn’t like attention from others neither did she dislike it but everyone needs to be alone once in a while. After waiting for two hours, he gave up as it was dark and everyone believes in the supernatural to some degree. He then decided to make his way up to her apartment.

He made his way to the lift and pressed the button for the 10th storey. When he reached the 10th storey he got out of the lift and to her apartment. The door could only be unlocked with a key card but he didn’t panic as he knew another way – a password, which he had already memorized after his intense monitoring of her every movement. He punched the password into the keypad and a “beep” sound was heard signaling that the door was open.

He made his way inside and quickly identified her bedroom as the other two room doors were open – he assumed they were guest rooms. He quietly turned the doorknob, pushed open the door and tiptoed to her bed.

“Yi…” he called her name tenderly as he stroked her long brown hair. She was wearing an old t-shirt and cotton shorts for pyjamas, but he still found it sexy. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra under the shirt as her breasts were sagging slightly. He reached into her shirt and grabbed her left breast. It was so soft and it felt so warm in his hand. He could feel an erection coming on and started to unzip his jeans then removed his boxers to release his hardened manhood.

He reached into her shorts, delighted to discover that she was not wearing panties and started to rub her private parts. She was neither a light nor heavy sleeper and could feel the sensitivity even though she was rather deeply asleep.

“Ahh… Him Him, you naughty boy, I knew you had always been fantasizing about raping me in my sleep… oh, but I like it, mmmm… ” she moaned, mistakenly thinking the intruder was her boyfriend.

“She thinks I’m her boyfriend,” he thought, and his excitement increased. He slid down her shorts and penetrated her anus, its walls immediately closed onto his penis. “Oh my, it’s so tight, she probably is an ass virgin.” he thought and held down a scream of pleasure which would otherwise immediately rouse her.

“Him Him, actually I never asked for anal sex because I didn’t know you like it… oh yeah, you can use my asshole whenever you want… ahh… yes… fuck me…” He did as told, aroused by her words, while her fingertips circled her engorged clitoris. She was so tight, and it was not long before he came, filling her asshole with milky white cum.

“Please… fuck… my… pussy” she gasped as soon as he pulled his rod out of her ass. He was more than eager to do so, and pulled her legs apart before ramming his rod into her vagina.

“Ahhhhhh!” she exclaimed loudly and opened her eyes and realized that a stranger had violated her.

“Who are you and what are you doing here? You have 1 minute to get out of here before I call the police!” she screamed. He reluctantly pulled and ran out of the house without putting his pants back on. Despite the fact that his night did not go as how he would have liked it to be, he was still glad he had done her.

Published with courtesy and permission from Vivien, a fellow erotica author.

Story

One among you out there has wrote a story for Jhae, and he has gotten permission to post it on his blog for all to enjoy. This female writer has been writing on and off, so you’ll see her casual use of words depicting various scenes. Enjoy yourselves guys. This is a light and relaxing entry, with some girl-on-girl action. I know you will love that.

Here is a story I wrote. By the way, they are sisters in real life.

She walks into the house complaining about her tiring day – filming from the crack of dawn to nearly midnight, fans making her sign autographs and take pictures with them after she exited the TV station, being harassed by paparazzi when she was on her way home. Standard procedure everyday. I never get jealous that she’s more popular than me because her life seems really stressful and I think I’ll suffer a mental breakdown if I live that way.

“I need a warm shower and a nice long sleep!” she exclaims. As I hear the sound of water running, I imagine her rubbing strawberry-scented shower gel in circular motions over her large, firm breasts. She has such lovely breasts, I wonder why she wants to keep them out of view as much as possible. Unknowingly, I start massaging my own breasts in my bra and my other hand slides into my panties, and I rub my fingertips over my private parts.

Pleasure overtakes me and I strip myself naked. I penetrate myself with two fingers and am amazed at how tight I am despite the fact that I have given birth before and make love with my husband regularly.

The sudden realization hits me : I am a married mother and have to be a good role model to my daughter and I have to be faithful to my husband, besides how is it right for anyone to fantasise about their own sister?

But pleasure overrides my conscience and I continue fingering myself, proceeding to stroke the walls of my vagina. My husband was not at home anyway, and my daughter was fast asleep. Besides, sex is a form of expressing your love to someone, and I do love Tavia. She had always been there for me when no one else was. I remembered how when I was 12, I was being beaten by my stepfather and Tavia saved me from a fatal blow.

| The Flashback Starts |

Dad : You naughty girl! How many times did I tell you not to loiter around in shopping malls after school!
Me (crying) : I’m sorry Dad, it’s not going to happen again.
Dad : That’s what you always say! I need to punish you already! *starts beating*
Tavia : Stop it! *runs forward and shields me*
Dad : Get off, busybody! *pushed Tavia away and she fell down the stairs*

– a while later –

Me : Are you ok?
Tavia : Yes, I’m fine as long as you are.
Me : Thanks for saving me.
Tavia : You’re my sister, it’s my duty to protect you.

| The Flashback Ends |

Ever since then, I had been in love with Tavia but dared not tell anyone. I knew it’s wrong to be in love with my own sister. For 25 years I have been keeping this secret, not even daring to leak it to my closest friends.

Speaking of leak, I feel the need to pee. I pull on a light pink silk nightgown and make my way to the bathroom. Surprisingly the door was not locked.

“Oh no, I forgot to lock the door again!” she exclaims when I enter the bathroom. But the minute I notice my sister’s naked body I forget that I need to pee.

I throw off the nightgown and walk into the shower stall. “Griselda, what are you doing?” she asks, to which my reply is “Something I’ve wanted to do for 25 years.” before I pin her to the wall and force a kiss on her lips causing her to whimper in fear and clutch tightly onto my breasts in an attempt to stop me but instead it arouses me more and I start kissing harder.

When I release her to catch my breath, she too is gasping for air. “Griselda… Kiss me again…” she begs. “But… Please… Be gentle this time.” I willingly concede. She wraps her arms around me and I circle her clitoris with my fingertips. I gently penetrate her with one finger and allow her to feel me inside her before sliding another finger into her vagina.

“Oh my god, you’re so tight.” I gasp as I break the kiss. “Him Law… He has a small dick.” she replies, and she sounds as if she is almost out of breath which I think is sexy as hell.

She quickly pulls me to her bedroom and jabs my shoulder lightly causing me to fall backwards onto her bed. With two fingers she spreads apart my pussy lips and pokes lovingly at my opening with the same two fingers.

“Ugh, never mind about this! I just want to fuck you right now!” she exclaims and jumps onto me, positions me for scissoring and jerks her hips back and forth so that her private parts rub against mine, and she locks lips with me once again.

We came at the same time, mixing our fluids together as if to bind us to each other for eternity. “Tavia, I love you.” I manage to speak through my weak breath. “I love you too.” she replies. We both fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I smile knowing that my one true love feels the same way towards me.

Story published with permission, courtesy of an unnamed writer.