Poly Connections

Me (whispering): ‘Fiona, it’s done.’

The round faced cutie snoring lazily next to be opened her eyes in the most princess-like manner, and looked confused at my gleeful smile. Despite her asking me to help her with her final year project, she actually dozed off as I got started.

I fired up her application and briefly showed her the inner workings, before she took over the mouse to test a few critical features. The smile that came brightened my day, knowing that the most important phase of our poly life was completed.

Fiona was the ‘bimbo’ in our class, that we, the few borderline performing students took care of while the more studious guys raced to the top. Given her looks and wealth, it was no surprise that she was at the mercy of temptation from the smarter groups whom had helped her out albeit with hidden agendas.

Nonetheless, she joined our clique after a few girls warned her about the dangers, living her life out as the entertainment producer and snacks supplier. The few of us stuck together through some of the worst time and in return, we gave her a modified, but working copy of our work whenever we were done.

Now that the submission dates were closing, the top performing students began their holiday while the others struggled. About how I ended up at her place, it was one of the times she needed help again, for her final year project that was unique to every student. Alas, I had done my job of helping this sweet girl out of her misery that cost her many sleepless nights.

She rolled the table away once the codes were saved, and gave me space to lie on. The past three hours had been the most intense, apart from my own project that took more time. Still, I doubt she understood if I told her that her project was easier than mine.

Fiona: ‘Tired?’
Me: ‘A little.’
Fiona: ‘I have asked my maid to cook dinner for you. So you’re staying no matter what.’

Her parents had left her this house to stay in as it was closer to school, while they stayed in another that acted more like a hotel for their busy schedules. Long story short, it was just her and I having dinner in the big empty house.

Fully clothed in shirt and jeans, I shut my eyes for a moment to get those pain out of my eyes that have been staring at her Mac screen for the past few hours. She had already changed into a light blue nightie before her nap, leaving me to be the only one tired.

For someone like me, I had never dreamed of bedding her. Yes she has the figure, has the looks, does not have the maturity, probably inexperienced in the eyes of wolves too. But it was her status that I felt superiorly inferior to. Her family, her wealth, her need to study, man. I could only wish to be like her.

In the queen sized luxurious bed, the comfort of it had long drawn me deep into the mattress. It was a hotel bed at home – for me. The outspoken gorgeous girl tucked me under her blanket and snuggled closer to me, whispering words of thanks into my ears.

Given how (physically) close we were, we could have fucked right there and then. But she did not move anywhere else, till I was sleeping. A hand had brushed over my groin, waking me up to a drowsy but awake state of mind. The loosening of my belt relieved the tightness around my waist, and the buttons of my jeans popping free got the best of my curiosity.

Me (whispering): ‘Hey. Don’t. Just sleep?’
Fiona: ‘You sleep. I have some confessions to do.’

She wriggled her hand into my underwear with a grin I couldn’t ignore, wrapping her fingers carefully around my growing manhood. As my cock rose, my undies and jeans were lowered to my thighs, where I could kick them away without assistance.

She then brought my procrastinating clenched fist to her chest, opening them up to cup over her wondrous blossoms. How could I resist squeezing them? As I kneaded the fleshy full lumps gently, her sensual moans escaped into my ears. My massaging hand glided along her satin nightie and went under it, feeling all of her smooth skin under my palm.

First, it was her boobs I fondled and teased. Next, it was her pussy. The tiny silk panties did not stay long on her once I lowered them, freeing her groin for something more useful – my fingers.

Her legs parted upon touching her clit, and moving my fingers in circles kept her moaning and gasping. This mutual masturbation part was soon driving us crazy, and she was jerking me in an awkward grip.

Me (whispering): ‘Have you done a handjob before?’
Fiona (whispering): ‘No. You’re my first.’
Me (whispering): ‘What about your ex? Anyone touched you like this before?’

She hugged my arm closer and whispered, ‘no. You’re still the first’. She stopped stroking and pulled the blanket away, before bringing her head to my waist. Her mouth went over my dick immediately and her tongue came forth for the recee. The graceful swirls, the inquisitive licks, the painless nibbling, I was going out of my mind with her tease.

As my body began trembling from sensitivity, her lips glided down my hard shaft and relieved it of her torture. It was so soothing and she got the message quickly. Her lips went up and down a few more times, before I stopped her. Not being used to receiving blowjobs, she returned to my side and it was my turn to go down on her.

Kneeling between her legs, I raised her knees and went down on her clit. A loud moan came as I began with letter A, feeling the beauty of cunnilingus by a soft, slippery wet organ. The neutral taste of slimy cum lubricated my lips and her opened legs provided ample space to breath and lick. There was no stopping once she felt how good it was, and the orgasms that came totally got her addicted to it.

We managed to get to Z with three orgasms from the innocent girl’s body, before she had to push me away for the same reason – oversensitivity. We laid in each other’s arms while our hands continued massaging, and it was a moment we knew could last forever.

Fiona: ‘J, I want to make you cum can?’

Faced with a first timer, it was important to me that she felt confident about handling guys. I got her to sit between my legs, and put a few pillows under my hips. Like a dining table, she was holding onto my rod at an angle she could suck at, or just jerk me off.

Then, her mouth went over my cock again, and used her other hand to caress my balls. Between the blow and handjobs, my eyes were on her. The mesmerising sight of a rich, young girl, sucking off a guy who was clearly not as lucky as her. The domination-like feeling really got to my balls as I began feeling bad for her.

Before long, she stopped fondling my testicles and went between her legs, masturbating herself while I was groaning in ecstacy. Damn, this firing squad would summarise the end of our little escapade.

Me (panting): ‘Fion, I’m about to cum!’

Her head moved faster up and down, bumping her lips in particular over the long shaft under the hood. Just as I was about to cum, she parked her lips at the tip and circled her tongue around the most sensitive area ever.

A few seconds of that and my hips buckled hard, shaking violently as her cheeks collapsed with a tight suck. Her lips unconsciously kept sliding over the little hood as she struggled with the incoming load, forcing a few more shots out of my deflated balls.

As soon as I was done, I signalled for her to give way to me and she grabbed an empty cup nearby. The huge load of thick, viscous, white cum blobbed into it, and the curious lady just played with it.

Me: ‘Go wash your mouth!’
Fiona: ‘Why? It tasted okay!’
Me: ‘Really? Don’t tell me you are going to..’

She placed the edge of the cup at her lips and took a deep breath, before emptying the content into her throat. The lips-biting expression melted my heart and she jumped into my arms after I opened them. I let her complete the task of submitting her project online.

Sitting behind her with my fingers wriggling in her pussy, playful Fiona was at my mercy as orgasms hit her hard. We were back to ravishing each other once her project was online, flooding her huge room with erotic moans of sexuality.

Fiona (whispering): ‘Shall we use a condom and go all the way this time? You’re tempting me to have sex with you.’

The hornified us didn’t wait for another day to use it, fucking our minds out on her defloration day. Dinner proved to be the hardest part of the day having to hold ourselves back from any playful teasing.

Her Diligent Student

Anson (whispering): ‘Ms. Sharon.. ‘

She had her twelve year old student lower his shorts in the bedroom where they had his Science tuition, hoping to teach him a little about human anatomy before it was covered in his syllabus. The young boy had no clue about the appropriateness of showing his birdie to a lady but there was nothing to be shy about following his teacher’s instructions.

Sharon: ‘Sit on the bed for me.’

He climbed onto his super single bed and Sharon pulled her chair along to the edge, where his legs dangled from. She bent her back down and got close enough to hold his penis, while he leaned slightly backwards. She had gently clamped the tiny wiener between her index and thumb, peeling his foreskin back and watched his expression.

Anson had no idea what was happening except that it felt nice, with a small quiver as she touched the hole where he peed from. It was the first time he had his foreskin exposed to air and it felt calming, as if a new part of his body had been unlocked.

Sharon: ‘How does it feel?’
Anson: ‘It’s nice. And cold.’

She smiled nonchalantly as she worked the excess skin up and down, slowly increasing the bloodflow into his divine sword. As it rose, his eyes were glued to the magical sight, turning Sharon on with his innocence and confused hands that wanted to stop her but couldn’t.

Anson: ‘What is happening to it Ms. Sharon?’
Sharon: ‘It is growing bigger so it is easier to make little Anson feel good.’

She reached into her bag with her other hand and took a bottle of baby oil, dabbing a few drops into the massaging palm. The shy boy gasped loudly as she smeared it over his cock, changing into a jerking motion as he breathed faster.

Sharon: ‘Do you want to help your teacher too?’
Anson: ‘How?’

She stood up and pulled her dress up, revealing a smooth, shaved pussy that got the boy excited to see it up close. Sitting down on her chair, she opened her legs with feet by his hips, and brought his small hand to it. Immediately, he started exploring the puffed labia and quickly moved between the folds, making Sharon moan as he listened to where it made her felt best.

Sharon (whispering): ‘Here here. Keep touching there.’

He got her cue right away and kept his thumb rubbing on her clit, while he was vibrating the bed with her handjob.

Anson: ‘Ms. Sharon, you’re getting wet.’
Sharon: ‘Yeah. So I don’t need any baby oil.’

She moved closer to the bed and they were masturbating each other furiously, with Anson groaning uncontrollably. After a while of not getting her orgasm, her body climbed on top of him and had him hold his dick up.

Anson: ‘Ms. Sharon, are we having sex?’
Sharon: ‘Yes. Does Anson want it? We have to keep it a secret though.’
Anson: ‘I won’t tell anyone.’

Sharon was proud of his quick response and set up her phone by a corner, aimed at their bodies. There was no need to spread her pussy once she felt his tip poke into her, and needed to only lower herself till his short ‘childhood’ was inside.

Almost instantly, Anson was fidgeting harder, accidentally thrusting his cock into the mature vagina of his teacher. Sharon began riding him to curb her fetish and continued without stopping no matter how Anson pleaded.

Anson: ‘Teacher, something is coming out.. I can’t control it.. ‘
Sharon: ‘It’s okay. You can just let it out.’

Half serious half moaning, she wanted to feel his virgin cum so badly. It would be a spectacular sensation to feel a little boy’s cum make a creampie out of her too. Poor Anson was flipping his body left and right, unable to comprehend what was this terrifying end he was being dragged into.

No doubt Sharon could not get an orgasm out of him, it was more important to have his little gun firing off inside her. That would also be the first time she would allow anyone to cum in her. Rocking away, he reached for her breasts as his hips jacked upwards into her unsatisfied pussy, head and eyes rolling like going through a spasm, looking most cute in the eyes of his teacher.

Once he had calmed down a little and composed himself, she leaned backwards for her chair, landing on the bouncy seat with strings of cum hanging between their genitals.

Sharon: ‘Anson, get up quickly. See what you gave me?’

He held onto her hand and sat upright, looking closely at the yellowish cum that emerged at the entrance of her vagina. The innocent boy reached for it and fondled with his cum, smearing it all over, and soon returned to her clit where he remembered it felt good.

Sharon took over his hand and used his tiny fingers to finger herself, getting so close to shoving his whole hand inside. Well, it was small enough, but she settled for a clitoral orgasm not long after. To relieve her own body’s need, she continued rubbing herself next to Anson on the study table, turning him on without touching him.

Two climaxes later, she was done pleasing herself and the little boy had a hard on under his pants.

Anson: ‘Ms. Sharon. I don’t know why but it’s hard again.’
Sharon: ‘Okay. I want you to go wash it with soap and come back. I’ll do something different.’

He reappeared very quickly and she had him lying flat on his bed this time. Lying between his legs, she took his dick into her mouth and suckled on it, getting all those unwanted fidgeting again.

There wasn’t much length to go deep throat on, and she used her tongue to swirl his stick around her mouth till the same arched-back shoved him deep. The second load then creamed into her mouth in a bigger load with a sweet aftertaste that got Sharon to keep sucking for more.

It was like a dream come true when she swallowed them hungrily, in front of the boy who was hoping to see how much he came. Finally, it was time to end the tuition and they got dressed, without so much a hint that they used the bed.

Anson: ‘How does it taste like Teacher?’
Sharon: ‘It’s sweet. And I like it. Must remember to eat your fruits k?’

The clever body nodded happily and ran out to his mum who returned from grocery shopping, feeling much appreciated by the smile on her little boy.

Anson (whispering): ‘Let me taste you next time k Teacher?’
Sharon: ‘SHHH!’

Said the sexy teenage teacher while looking at the kitchen where his mother was sorting the groceries. Sharon left after her student handed her the school fees for the month, with an additional deposit in her pussy and stomach.

Perhaps it is time for her to go on a fruit and vegetable diet for her little boy.

Following Strangers

James headed back to the library for the last part of his project, dressed smartly in a suit and croc-skin leather shoes. No one else had anything as formal as him, but it was his daily outfit, especially going anywhere further than two blocks from his house.

Girl (whispering): ‘Hey!’

The school uniform clad girl waved at him with such delight he could not feign coolness and ignore her. He had sat at the same spot for the four days of research and she was always there, alone working on her textbooks.

Girl (whispering): ‘What do you work as?’

James signalled for her to stop talking and scribbled the answer on a piece of blank paper, sliding it to her.


She turned the words around towards him and drew a :) smiley next to it, causing him to lose his focus and returned a smile at her. He was there to finalise his report and it took no longer than thirty minutes, where he then packed and got ready to leave.

The student suddenly started packing her books as well and a midair ‘stop’ sign made him hold back from standing up, and she quickly threw her bag over her shoulders.

Girl (whispering): ‘Where are you going?’

His lips read ‘office’ and she pulled the straps tighter on her bag. They walked out of the library and went into his car, where she sat casually as though he had agreed to let her follow him.

They drove to a dull looking building about ten minutes away and a quick flash of his access card slide the glass door open. They went past a few more doors within and stopped at his office, where a fold out bed among a bookshelf got her attention.

James went to work on his laptop for a while more, sending the documents into the intranet network before taking his coat off, leaning back on his lavish leather-lined office chair relaxed.

Girl: ‘Your office is so cool! What kind of scientist are you?’

His fingers pointed to a rectangular glass box as he walked to it, retrieving a metallic flask that showed a blue liquid through a narrow window. He then went over to the sweet little girl and unscrewed the lid, holding it near her nose for her to take a deep breath in.

An icy chill ran through her spin to immobilise her limbs but it felt more like a relaxation med than an evil one. He hooked a earpiece-like device to her left ear and then placed an identical one on his. Her eyes were fixated on the earpiece he had that blinked a few times before the green light stay lit.

Mysteriously, her hands started to move towards her top and began unbuttoning it, stripping herself naked almost naturally. She knew he was doing something to her but did not know what it was. It didn’t matter if he saw her naked cause he did nothing to scare her.

Squinting her eyelids a little, she imagined him loosening his tie and he did, with a few seconds delay. Before she got him naked, he had her fingers on her pussy, rubbing pleasure into her mind. As hard as she tried, she got his hand on his dick as well, jerking his erection in her direction.

The whole awkward scene continued for about three minutes, to each of them trying to stay focused. James who was nude, had defined abs to make her view more pleasant. He knew how to override the control and she quickly learnt that as well. With sheer force, they could stop doing what their partners wanted but it would meant losing control too.

James then made a short whistle to get her attention, and bite his teeth twice to make two click sounds. The curious lady did the same and a little ache was felt on the temple on the side where she wore the controller. The eye nearest to that ache flashed a few times and they had exchanged the view of one eye with each other.

A new sensation of pleasure filled one side of her body, feeling exactly what he felt when she made him masturbate for him. He too, had felt the same soothing, calm waves through his privates as she fingered herself, bringing their mutual mind-control to the next level.

Once they were accustomed to the foreign nature of the pleasure, he made her hold his dick and leaned her head closer to it, opening her mouth wide with sheer imagination. With single vision, he moved her head back and forth over his dick, sucking and licking his dick that was twitching in her mouth.

She did not just let him get his way too, making him reach forward with his hands on her nipples and toying with them, causing moans to happen. After a few minutes, she got him to pull away and he turned her over on her own, raising her ass into doggie.

Now, she is fully aware that her virginity was about to be taken. And she could easily end all this by taking the earpiece on. Instead, her mind was picturing a scene, one she felt at a hundred percent real-time. His hands went on her waist and his hips moving forward at her pussy, where she could see through the ‘eye-sharing’.

She was in fact, taking her own virginity with another body. No matter how she imagined him to stop right there, the movements of her pussy got her moving in another direction.

Within a minute, he was grunting like a bear, having his dick sinking into a pussy way younger than girls his age. It was small, warm and overwhelmingly wet. He could feel his anus clenching at the same time she tightened. The poor but horny girl on the other hand, was feeling the rhythmic throbs of his manhood, with an urge to thrust.

During the struggle to push James out, he was certain there was no way to overpower an unwilling girl and wanted to give up on his experiment. Somehow, an invisible force shoved him right back in and all resistance was broken.

Take it deep Clara!‘, she screamed loudly as his body lost all control, ramming his groin on her thighs. In response to her submission, he gave his anus a little push and felt her squeeze down on him, so ever breath-taking that cause Clara to moan out loud.

James placed her hands on the wall and pushed herself backwards while she forced him to pound her harder, totally blowing her own mind with her umm.. own mind.

The compounded effect of pleasure drove their bodies to release a lethal dose of adrenaline, fucking each other at speeds never designed for her small frame to handle. Orgasms were felt throughout his body and the urge to cum simply hovered around his balls without any chance to ejaculate.

It could be that he wasn’t present in his own mind, or that she had no idea how to ‘shoot’.

Immediately, he slowed his thoughts down and Clara regained her sanity, ending his merciless rampage through her own pussy.

Clara: ‘You need to cum.’

James sighed when he heard that and stumbled on the bed enlightened. All of a sudden, he felt her control over him weaken and she was kneeling between his legs, head closing in on his dick. He closed his eyes and pictured the most perfect blowjob, executed by a defenceless sweetheart that let him did what he wished for.

Those luscious pink lips stroked his shaft continuously, and he could feel how his throat was tickled by the deep throat. Things never felt so peaceful for him before and he just kept her going. He did not forget her needs and placed her hand on her pussy, touching that tiny clit while she sucked him off.

Gradually, his biological response returned and his body loaded his load seamlessly, pulling the trigger to empty his rounds into her mouth. Not wanting her to take it unwillingly, he let her mouth opened in front of his dick when he sprayed and all of it was caught perfectly.

He had her reach for a box of tissue nearby and spat it out, all and every drop of the thick, white fluid he gave her.

Both of them panting, he clicked his teeth before her and guided her to remove the earpiece. When she took it off, her body collapsed to the side and she was barely awake.

He went over to her side and planted a kiss on her forehead, before tucking her under the sheets.

When Clara woke up, he was in his chair, and a gorgeous two-piece outfit was on her. A spaghetti top with an overlay of straps hanging freely on her back, black and thin enough for the all-year summer weather. For her bottoms, it was a thigh-length skirt with beautiful, intricate, curly lines sewn into it, made of materials thick enough to eliminate her worries of it being too sheer.

Clara: ‘My uniform?’

He pointed the end of his pen to the bag at the edge of the bed and she hugged the most memorable school experience in her arms. James took his bag and then hers, walking out to the secretive rows of doors and into the carpark.

A quick input of her six digit postal code later, they were on their way home. Right before she undid her seatbelt, he held her head in his hands and gave her another peck.

Clara: ‘Will you call me or something?’

He took his phone from the dashboard and scrolled a few pages, to her name and phone number. With another delighted cute smile from the innocent school girl, she left his car and went straight to the lift landing.

James (whispering): ‘Scientist’

And that’s how she would remember him by for the rest of their days of experiments to come.

Winnie’s Chance

Read this particular entry from a female’s POV. More details available at the end of this entry.

Me: ‘Uncle Rick.’
Rick (whispering): ‘Shhh.. your mummy just fell asleep. Why are you still awake?’
Me: ‘Going to sleep now. Someone came over to look for mummy just now.’

He took the blanket away and opened my legs, rubbing my thighs in an uncomfortable way. It wasn’t the first time he entered my room when my mum was asleep, but he always visit her before he came over. So I assumed my mum knew he was here.

Rick: ‘Uncle bought something for you. Wear it for me to see?’

The then 16 year old me did not know what he was planning, and it was always those pretty clothes he bought for me. Those dresses that girls my age wear, and shirts and skirts that were always in the pictures of those blog shops I saw online.

My education stopped at secondary two when we moved out of our HDB into this condo, one that I knew my mum couldn’t afford on her own. My dad, who was totally capable of providing for us, got into some argument with mum and she took me with her when we left. Not knowing what happened, I just followed her and she gave me everything I asked for.

I took my shorts and panties off, in front of Uncle Rick and put on the black lacy thongs he gave me. It was a little ticklish at first, but after he showed me the photos he took while I was in it, I was fine with how it looked on me. My ass never looked so good with those cotton panties mum bought in packets of three.

He helped me remove my shirt and pulled a maroon coloured, cross-back, spaghetti top on me, snapping a few more photos after I posed for him to see.

The wide smile on his face made me happy, his eyes were all over me from top to toes. Frankly, I felt like the barbie dolls I always wanted when I was younger.

He placed me on the bed to browse through the photos he took and removed his own shorts. Since I had been getting naked in front of him, what he did did not bother me too much too. I’ve seen his little brother a few times. Whenever I saw his dick, my mind would be looking forward to the nice feeling that he would give me.

Climbing onto my bed, he felt up my legs again and pulled those undies off. His fingers went to my pussy and the pleasure tingled my head. He kept touching a sensitive spot and I could feel myself getting wetter. When he paused for a while, I knew he wanted my hand to be on his dick. He had guided me enough times for me to know that.

As soon as I was pumping his cock, he started moving faster. His fingers poked into my vagina and it was made wet when he entered. It moved in and out and all I wanted was for him to keep going.

My muscles stiffened up as he went super speed, making me moan with him. My pussy kept me shaking on the bed and before I knew it, a powerful sensation shot through my back, bringing me to a high. There was once he made me took a pill, and it felt the same. My mind was spinning and each thrust of his hand would introduce a soft, orange glow into my blurred vision.

I had to use his hand to please myself whenever he got tired, but his dick never left my hand.

Rick (whispering): ‘Want to try something new today?’
Me: ‘What is it?’
Rick: ‘It feels better than my fingers.’

Was it a toy? That vibrates? Or a second finger that I’ve never felt before? There was only excitement and none of suspicion I had for him. I had no doubts about anyone who showed care and concern for me. Yes, I was that naive. He spread my legs wider and sat between them. He placed both my hands on my stomach and helped me to open my pussy up.

He put the tip of his dick at my hole and leaned over me. It hurt a little when he forced my small pussy wide, but when he began to move in and out, the pain slowly went away. I felt him going deeper each time and my mind almost went blank when he was all the way inside.

It was so much bigger than his fingers and so deep I could sense my sensitive vagina hugging his stick. Cute, squishy sounds started coming out of where he was pounding, and it was way better than his hand.

I was half moaning and screaming, while he was grunting like a big bad wolf. To think I imagined myself to be ‘little red riding hood’ then, it was embarrassing.

We stayed in that position since I was too weak to turn over, and he just kept shoving his thick cock into me. Those colourful orgasms kept pulling me away from sanity, he was shocking my body with those tiny little climaxes.

Rick: ‘Mei, I’m going to cum!’
Me: ‘Cum?’
Rick: ‘Shoot something out. Like how you moan when you feel high.’
Me: ‘Oh! Then just keep going? I want Uncle Rick to be high too.’
Rick: ‘Cannot. It will dirty you.’

He took it out as my body recovered from an orgasm. He went around me to my mouth and I turned sideways to help him out. His hand went between my opened legs and continued massaging my sore clit, while I jerked him off.

My moans made him harder and he tasted my juices every once in a while. He was soon fingering me and I went faster till he held my hand tightly still on his dick.

Rick: ‘Open your mouth for me?’

Well, he licked me before in the past, so it was only fair I did it for him. He aimed his dick at my mouth and placed one of my hand on my pussy so I could masturbate.

Surprisingly, I was getting myself off easily and he was groaning louder. Suddenly, my body trembled violently to an orgasm and he shoved his dick at my lips. I sucked hard on them to keep myself from moaning too loud and a hot liquid splashed over my tongue.

It was warm and salty, and it kept coming. I was so worried my mouth could not hold all of it. After it finally stopped shooting, he squeezed his stick to get every bit out and his hand went back to my clit to rub me.

It was so comfortable when he did that and I just licked off all the white stains as he calmed me down.

Rick: ‘Let me see it.’

I pushed his cum with my tongue and he was in all smiles when some almost leaked onto my bed. He patted my chest and whispered for me to swallow, having only achieved that with some peaceful thoughts to ignore the eggy taste.

He took a few pieces of the baby wet wipes for me and we cleaned each other up. He wore his clothes back and I slipped the new pair of thongs on, along with my sleeping shorts. As for the top, I decided to wear it to sleep since it was so comfy and sexy.

Rick: ‘Can you tell mummy about this?’

I placed a finger over my lips and he placed a few blue notes on the dresser table for me. Only after two more occasions with Rick, I learnt that he had supplied my mum with drugs to keep her working (or sleeping). That was how he could get into my room my mum always warned him about.

At that age (of 16), I had no idea what I was being groomed into but it was clearer to me after I tried to Google ‘sex with uncle’. I found Jhae through this blog. It has been almost three years since I knew the author, and only now, did I allow him to write my story for all to.. enjoy(?)

It is my past that is long behind me, and I no longer stayed with my mum in that dreadful ‘sex stop’ where more and more men came in and out I was spending more time outside than that ‘home’.

For my mum, she never moved out of the condo since the arrest of Rick never affected her ‘trading venue’. She’s probably earning more than me and has never bothered me more than those casual ‘how are you doing’ texts. I guess she knew how risky it was to be in that house where she worked.

Winnie now lives with two other girls whom I, Jhae, knows went through similar ordeals. They were more than happy to take Winnie in to help with the rent-sharing. True story or not, it shouldn’t matter to you guys.

Although all things related to prostitution and freelancing should appear to be more professional now, there are countless unreported (small scale) cases where both lives overlap. I guess very few of us can picture ‘doing it for my children’ as a valid reason for them to sell themselves.

Yes, there are organisations set up to address that problem, but what if prostitution is the only way out? Have you ever cared to find out the truth? Or does it not matter as long as you paid?

Treat for A Virgin

This entry is written for Joseph, a virgin blogger as of 24th Nov ’14. Tribute or appreciation, whichever you may call it, I think the idea of a virgin attempting to write sex is commendable, if not admirable.

Joseph heard his doorbell rang and before he reached the door, a white envelope appeared under it. He picked it up and opened the door to see who was it from, except there was no one out there.

In his t-shirt and an old pair of shorts, he took the piece of paper out and tried to make sense of the neatly written code-like text, ’08-1400′.

Since there was no one at home, he brought his keys and phone along, to the eighth floor, at the unit indicated. A girl in her 20s greeted him in a thigh-length white tank top, black bra cups peeking around the low-cut collar.

Girl: ‘Joseph?’
Jo: ‘Yeah, this is yours?’

She took a step back signalling for him to enter and he did. ‘Have a seat’ later, she went into the kitchen with a glass of water, a tablet effervescing into orange fizz.

Girl: ‘I’m Ella. A reader of your blog.’
Jo: ‘Wait. How did you get my address?’
Ella: ‘Haha. I’ll tell you later. Come into my room? There’s aircon there.’

He knew what could happen in her bedroom, but there was nothing but gentle he saw in that girl. Her pony-tailed, black hair, slim shoulders, a body he had yet seen, and legs, long legs with protruding ankles that got the better of his attention.

As he entered, she was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, exposing a little of the light blue underwear she had on.

Ella: ‘I want to show you something, lie down and close your eyes.’

Joseph had more suspicion than ever, he did not know what he did to receive this kind of ‘reward’, or was it just a prank? The window next to the bed faced a park, so there was no worry that someone could be filming him.

Ella sat quietly while looking at him, waiting for him to close his eyes.

Ella: ‘Don’t worry I’m not going to tie you up or anything. Just relax k?’

Joseph closed his eyes and heard some shuffling of clothes, followed by a cold hand reaching into his shorts’ waistband to pull it down. He did not understand what was happening but she did not appear to be worried or plotting anything.

His underwear was removed together with his pants and two fingers came onto his dick, seemingly to have forgotten to react with the impromptu ‘change of luck’. She held his dick delicately and peeled the foreskin back, massaging it in small rolling motion.

His other hand was brought to her thigh, and upon moving further north, he felt the absence of an underwear. His fingers knew where to go and were attracted like a magnet to her pussy, where baby-smooth skin guided his hand to her clit.

As he rubbed her down, she was moaning louder. His dick responded appropriately and grew large enough for all her fingers to go around.

However, unlike what he always read, it felt more like ‘service’ than anything intimate. That thought disrupted his erection and shrunk a little, which Ella totally noticed. She changed her position to lie next to him, giving him a chance to take a whiff of her body scent. Almost immediately, his rod awakened and the few pecks on his neck brought it to maximum Rockwell hardness.

Ella (whispering): ‘What’s the first thing you want to me in this situation?’
Jo: ‘Do you wear FBTs?’
Ella: ‘Hehe. Wait.’

She disappeared for a moment and Joseph stole a peek. A pink pair of FBT shorts pulled up her glorious legs and a wriggle of her butt set it in place. Ella returned to his side and he felt the soft material brush against his hips, hands sliding over her smooth thigh and feeling under the shorts.

There was no netting on it and his fingers got wet the moment he reached her pussy.

Joseph: ‘Can you go on top?’
Ella (whispering): ‘Yeah?’

She rolled over his stomach and sat on him, where he handed her the tank top she wore earlier. Getting his message immediately, she slipped it on and her shorts were barely visible. Not wanting to tease the virgin boy anymore, she pushed against his chest with one hand and raised her butt.

She used his dick to nudge her shorts out of the way, parking it snuggly at her pussy. Both hands now resting her body weight on him, he did not mind the pressure. His dick slowly warmed up as her pussy went over, juices lining the shaft for her descend.

As soon as it was in, Joseph kept his hands on her hips, holding her down to feel the warm, pulsating sensation that’s ‘squeezing’ his rod. She looked calm, with a hint of smile at the pleased boy.

Ella: ‘Ready?’
Jo: ‘Yeah. But go slow k? It’s my first time.’

She sat upright over his groin and rocked her hips gently, making a scooping motion whenever his dick flipped upright when she moved back. And when she slid forward, his dick would press onto a sensitive spot, blowing both their minds with each stroke.

In no time, she was rocking wildly and moaning, with Jo biting his lips hard to endure the overwhelming pleasure that was numbing his mind. Juices smeared all over his groin and she got wetter as they went faster.

Jo: ‘Ella, let’s try doggy.’
Ella: ‘Don’t want.. I can’t see you like that. You go on top this time?’
Jo: ‘We can try that.’

She laid on his body as he did a roll and never disconnected during the transition. Once they were in missionary, he raised her legs up and a ‘that’s-so-embarrassing’ look stopped him.

Ella: ‘I’ll put my legs around you k? Girls will get cramps if you do that.’

She mentioned it so casually that the bit of guilt went away quickly. He was glad that this happened to him, no matter what the agenda was. Jo then placed his hands over her shoulders, and started pumping his dick into her. She was a little tighter this time, fitting his dick perfectly into that ever-drooling pussy.

Also, the sensitivity of his dick dropped without the teasing on his dick head, allowing him to go fast. The moans from Ella became more sexy, as she was lying down to enjoy sex at its best. Joseph slowly lost control of his tempo as his body wanted more, plummeting faster and faster through her pussy.

The kneading of her own boobs turned Joseph on a lot and he was unknowingly shoving his dick balls-deep into Ella. The moaning girl, with the groaning boy, they were sweating all over when she came for the n-th number of time.

With her pussy tightening, Joseph was about to blow his load too, his virgin, sex-driven, load.

Jo: ‘Ella! I’m going to cum.’
Ella: ‘I was about to ask you! I getting sore down there.’
Jo: ‘But where do I?’

He slowed down as he saw her pondering look, where a grin broke through her deep thoughts shortly. Her legs clamped his hips onto her pussy and sank him deep inside again.

Ella: ‘I’m on the pill. Let’s make this unforgettable for you.’

Joseph leaned on his elbow over her shoulders, pushing her body down on his dick. His hips slammed mercilessly into the shocked girl and the fingernails running along his ribs just drove him crazier.

Her voice got louder as he thrust at his fastest, possibly at a speed that would blur any cameras.

*Urghh! Ahhh.. ahhh.. *

His hips buckled into deep, long strokes when the first load shot into her pussy, just in time to sync with the wave-making vaginal walls that forced more than what his ‘tracer’ round intended to unload. It was, after all, shooting in the dark right? The rest of his cum came as though they were sucked out, weakening his arms and body so much that he could not get off her right after it ended.

They rolled over to the side and he pulled out, treated to his first sensation of ‘vacuum’ clean-up. Her pussy emptied his balls during the ejection and he was more breathless than her after the whole deed.

The wet tissue that cleaned his dick sent a few more twitches through his body, and the nerves on his dick went numb right after that.

Ella (whispering): ‘Did you like it?’
Jo (panting): ‘Yeah. It felt good.’
Ella: ‘Oh! You want to see how much you gave me?’

He nodded innocently still lying on the pillow and she sat before him with her legs opened, shorts pushed to a side. His whitish liquid had lined her slit and when she pushed the two puffy, red ‘meatbuns’ together, more cum leaked out and Joseph finally had full understanding of the word, ‘creampie’.

Ella (whispering): ‘Give me your number. I’ll text you when I’m available k?’
Jo: ‘Yupp. You haven’t told me.. how did you know my address and what made you do this for me?’
Ella: ‘Haha. Silly. You must know huh? A writer told me about you, being a virgin sex blogger. As for your address, that writer friend of yours said something about a friend working in the telco, able to track your IP from your blog.’
Jo: ‘Really? Cause that’s like the coolest thing that happened since I started writing.’
Ella: ‘Yupp. Don’t worry k? I’ll text you. You can’t stay here any longer. My parents are coming home. Oh! And I’ve started reading your blog!’

They hugged for a little while more and he left, after she got his number. If not, he would know where to find her too right?

A Great Fall

My bag swung onto my chest as I ran over, to the long-legged girl who slipped on the wet floor during this rainy season. She tried to get up but the impact had numbed her waist down, leaving me to carry her under the arms to a nearby chair.

I went back to the books scattered across the floor and picked them up, turning some of them to the drier sides as I stacked them up.

Girl: ‘Thanks. I’ll just rest here for a while.’

She sat there quietly while I stood around, laying her books out to dry on the table.

Girl: ‘I can’t feel my legs. Shit.. ‘
Me: ‘Where do you stay?’
Girl: ‘This block.’
Me: ‘I’ll help you to up. Then you call your mum or something?’
Girl: ‘Yeah. Thank you.’

Beyond her pitiful state, I couldn’t pay any attention to her figure or clothing. Her ankle swelled and the paralytic state worried me more than anything. We got everything and I handed it to her, making her hug her books before I princess-carried the surprised young lady.

Girl: ‘I’m heavy! I can hop on my own.’
Me: ‘Please press the lift number.’
Girl: ‘Okay.. ‘

The lift door beeped shut and I rested my hands on the railing, lessening the load before I had another lap to clear. She was just lying there looking at her toes, trying to move them and tears started building up in her eyelids.

Me: ‘Okay. Hang on.’

I brisk-walked to her door and knelt on one knee, while she fished out her keys and reached up to unlock the knobs. With no one else in her house, I brought her straight to her bedroom with direction and let her rest, after her shoes and bag were removed.

Me: ‘Where’s your house phone?’
Girl: ‘We don’t have one.’
Me: ‘Your handphone?’
Girl: ‘I don’t have one. Umm.. can you stay for a while?’
Me: ‘I’ll lend you mine. Call your parents. I’ll get a towel for you.’

I unlocked my phone and left it on her body, making my way into the bathroom after she shouted the location for me. After going back to her room, she was topless and my phone was by her side.

Me: ‘Called them already?’
Girl: ‘I don’t have their numbers. They are my aunty and uncle.’

I folded her shirt neatly into a pile and placed them by the stool near her bed, and she proceeded to flip sideways in an attempt to get her shorts off. I saw the wet patch on her bum and said nothing, tugging her shorts off while she pulled a blanket over herself.

Me: ‘You’re not worried that I’ll do something to you?’
Girl: ‘Do what to me?’
Me: ‘Nevermind.’
Girl: ‘Can help me take a pair of panties from there?’

I walked over to the cupboard and opened the first one, where pastel coloured underwear lined up in a row. When I returned to her, she had the wet one at her kness, unable to go any lower than that. I had no idea how naive she was but I wasn’t all that gentleman to begin with. I am a – guy.

Her cleanly shaved pussy appeared as I slipped the new piece of underwear on her, and she wriggled herself for me. Now that we had changed out her wet clothes, there leaves nothing no reason for me to stay in her room anymore.

Me: ‘I get something for you to wear?’
Girl: ‘I want to stay like this for a while. I’m still cold.’

She pulled the thick blanket tighter around herself in a cute manner and something just told me to stay by her side.

Girl (whispering): ‘Lie down with me?’
Me (whispering): ‘What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘Shirley.’
Me: ‘And you know my name?’
Shirley: ‘Ken.’
Me: ‘Huh?’
Shirley: ‘I like that name. Barbie’s boyfriend.’

She unwrapped the blanket and included me inside, lifting her leg over mine to embrace me like a bolster. Her pussy was rubbing against me even though the rest of her was lying still. The random squeezing of her hands on my arm made it felt even more naughty, like something was making her twitch.

Me (whispering): ‘Are you alright?’
Shirley (whispering): ‘Yeah. It feels good Ken.’

Her hand started moving down my belly and over my shorts, suddenly coming into contact with my bulge.

Shirley (whispering): ‘Why is it hard?’
Me (whispering): ‘I guess guys work differently from you girls.’
Shirley (whispering): ‘Does this feel good too?’

She began stroking me, brushing over my shorts with her hand. My breaths emerged as sighs and she moaned with me, letting me slide my hand between her crotch and my thigh. Before I knew it, she was grinding herself on my fingers, that were poking into the ‘Y’ shaped cave. The incoming moisture was unmistakable, and her stroking became faster.

Shirley: ‘Put your hand inside.’
Me: ‘You too.’

I slipped her panties to the side and she entered my shorts, carefully exploring my dick as the warmth of it soothed her accident earlier. She entered a sleeping state as pleasure built up in her, slowing her hand movements down to a standstill.

Shirley (breathing heavily): ‘Something is coming. I can feel it.’

Her body started shaking and I rubbed her clit even faster, throwing her into a convulsion when she finally broke and moaned her heart out. Juices had coated evenly over my fingers and she gradually tightened her grip on my dick as her orgasm died down.

Shirley: ‘Let me try it on you too.’
Me: ‘Don’t! Something will come out.’
Shirley: ‘Sperm?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’
Shirley: ‘I want to see!’

With that, she flipped the cover open and massaged me faster. I was groaning uncontrollably and she just kept going as quick as she could. Giving herself no breaks, I was at her mercy and after a few minutes..

Me: ‘I’m shooting!’

A pause finally came and she angled her head over my stomach, facing a monster that was about to breath fire. A few more pumps of her fist squeezed the first round onto her lips, and a quick manoeuvre slid her ear over my groin. Her lips sealed around my cock and the rest of the load poured into her mouth, continuing to squirt with her hand jerking the final bits out.

I sat up as soon as I was done and reached for the box of tissue under her bed. I had saw it when I pulled the stool out, definitely coming to good use in times of emergency. Holding one piece in front of her mouth, there was no way I’d expect her to do anything else with that.

Me: ‘Spit it out.’
Shirley: ‘Ahhh..

She opened her arms and I fell into them, hugging her braless top which was another surprise to make this rescue a little better. After the tiring pleasure-trade, she straightened her legs and fell asleep. Needless to say, my job was done and she was too groggy to respond to my shaking.

Shirley (WhatsApp): ‘Hey Ken.. Will you be at my void deck tonight? Aunt and Uncle won’t be back.’

Me (WhatsApp): ‘You told me you didn’t have a phone.’

Shirley (WhatsApp): ‘Who doesn’t? Answer me first!’

For that moment I left my phone with her to get her underwear, she had keyed her phone number and name in. We confirmed our next date at 9pm that night and we once again found ourselves in her bed, this time totally amped up but taking one small step after the mutual ‘handjob’.

One for Marina Boulevard

Girl: ‘Umm.. excuse me?’

I pulled my earpiece out and stared at her in the black ITE dress, whom had caught my eyes when she entered the restaurant. I didn’t exactly ‘eye’ her but nonetheless, attracted to her baby small face with brown hair.

Girl: ‘Can I get your number?’

She stuck her Chanel-cover iPhone to me at the ‘New Contact’ screen and I keyed in my details. Once she returned to her table, cheers could be heard from her friends, who kept looking in my direction.

The noisy group left after a while and that girl came back to my table. This time, I signalled for her to the empty chair next to me and she sat down, hugging onto her bag tightly in front of her chest.

Me: ‘Your friends?’
Girl: ‘They left. I’m Ashley.’

All my impressions of ‘Ashleys’ were guys but Yellow Ranger was Ashley too. The only part where they had any similarity was her neck-length hair. Having done with my dinner, I had no idea what to suggest to her. Getting laid sounded impossible except in my stories, and her age worried me too.

Me: ‘I’m done with dinner. Want to go for a walk?’
Ashley: ‘Okay. You stay around here?’
Me: ‘Yeah. About fifteen minutes walk.’

It wasn’t nearby, but a distance to help digest. We went to H&M which was along the way and her shyness told me something else about her. The clothes which she stopped to look at, the price tag would always come first. And for most of them, she replaced the item after seeing how much it cost.

Me: ‘Hey. Pick something. Your uniform don’t exactly fit this place.’

She continued browsing and settled for a striped crop top. Looking at me wishfully, I had to instruct her to get some sort of bottoms as well. How else would she be able to change into a completely different outfit? A pair of black shorts were added to her arm and I paid for it. Entering the changing room for the third time, she changed into the purchases and sights were immediately set on her when we left the building.

Me: ‘Like it?’
Ashley: ‘I shouldn’t have picked this shirt. I’m cold.’

Her worried, pouted lips look was priceless. I sighed a laugh and reached my arm out at her, where she happily held with both hands. The constant stares she got no longer bothered her in that lively mood, and when we reached the building I stayed in, her arms suddenly let go of me.

I haven’t told her about where we were going, but when she asked where I lived, I thought she was alright with going to my place. Still, playing safe would not ruin the new, cute friend I made.

Me: ‘Maybe we should go elsewhere.’
Ashley (whispering): ‘I.. it’s too expensive here.’
Me: ‘Expensive? What do you mean?’
Ashley: ‘This is a hotel right?’

I couldn’t blame her. At her age, I would have thought the same too. One Marina Boulevard is an office/ residential place.

Me: ‘Actually, this is a bit too expensive.’
Ashley: ‘Yeah! Can we go to your place instead?’
Me: ‘Okay. Let’s go to my place then. Follow me. I ask them something first.’

She held my hand and we went to the reception, where the attractive front-desk lady recognised me.

Lady: ‘Good evening Mr. J. A card for your friend?’

A smile was my answer to her and she held the access card towards Ashley. With a confused expression, she politely accepted and we walked away with regards from the sweet lady.

Ashley: ‘So you stay here.’

The gantry opened upon detecting the card in our pockets and the lift worked with a tap of her visitor pass. Once we reached my floor, the huge automated sliding door opened on my side and we made our way into the living room. The only thing with the interior layout was that the long corridor.

Imagine walking to your classroom, which was my bedroom in this case, you’ll have to pass the kitchen, study-cum-office. Luckily I was staying alone and would never bump into anyone fucking on the kitchen counter.

Ashley: ‘This.. is.. crazy.. ‘

What could I possibly say to her? ‘It’s nothing’? Or ‘I think so too’? Saying nothing was the best protection against her own self-esteem. I brought her into my bedroom, which faced the cityscape with full-length windows.

Ashley was breathing so hard I could hear her excitement, and all she did was look out of the window. I went behind her and hugged her, carrying her to the bed which I meticulously picked, being the second most expensive furniture besides the unit.

Me: ‘Look at this.’

A click on the smart-home controller lit the LEDs behind the ceiling, making the stars glow randomly. That cute girl just stared at it with her jaws opened. My face occupied her vision next and I could tell something in her was about to explode. Her lips wet themselves, almost luring me to skip the kissing and stick my dick in there.

Ashley: ‘I.. don’t know what to say.’

My hand rested on her exposed tummy and she unbuttoned her shorts. It was that straightforward. We knew what was coming next, that’s getting into our birthday suits. Her small tits looked full despite the low altitude, and her pussy, had the finest hair that thinly her important part luxurious, like those furry carpets.

She had felt my groin when I leaned my body on her, and she was so embarrassed about the fact that I shaved and she didn’t. Every small detail was affecting her so much.

Ashley (whispering): ‘Sorry. I didn’t shave.’
Me (whispering): ‘I’m not bothered by it. I think it looks cute on you.’

By the time we started kissing, our bodies had wanted more than sex, whatever that realm was. Her hand worked clumsily on my rod, trying to please me as I rubbed her clit to an orgasm. Up till that point where she climaxed with panting moans, she was just trying to keep up with me.

When I finally couldn’t take the teasing, I stepped out of bed and went to the dresser. That poor girl got all worried and sat on the bed, wondering what I was doing.

Ashley: ‘I’m sorry. I don’t know how to pleasure guys. I only seen it once online then I didn’t want to again.’
Me: ‘Huh? What are you talking about?’

I was fishing for my condom. Oh wait. Maybe I didn’t need it if she’s a virgin. I stopped reorganising the drawer and went back to the guilt-struck girl. She was just rubbing her clenched fist looking so lost.

Me: ‘You have any boyfriends before?’
Ashley: ‘Yeah. But we didn’t do much. He just made me sit on top of him and just move my down-there over his pants.’
Me: ‘So, you’re a virgin?’
Ashley (shyly): ‘I usually masturbate with my lipstick. But never had sex.’

The turn of event did not disappoint me. I was too reckless, not all girls are that.. argh.. whatever. Guess who felt worse after coming this far? I made her lie on the bed and joined her, looking at the stars while she laid on my chest looking at the city view. I guess there wasn’t much else to do besides a handjob, which I could skip to make up for my foolishness.

Slowly, I felt her hand moving over my dick again, feeling each area with her fingertips. My breathing was in her control then and it was up to her to make me breathe fast or slow. She was a quick learner.

Ashley (whispering): ‘Can you turn on the lights? I want to see it.’

Another click brought the lights up and she moved to my stomach, checking the penis in detail. Be it curiosity or duty, she was keeping me hard. Unable to see anything in front of her head, a soft, wet surface touched my pee hole and her lips gently kissed over the head. Going down my shaft, a sharp breath told her ‘you’re doing it right’.

My balls were in the mercy of her palm and her blowjob consisted more of tongue play than up-down. Still, it was good. Don’t we all love to be teased than to be made to cum? While men enjoys the process, women loves the outcome.

Me (whispering): ‘It’s enough for me. Can I play with yours?’
Ashley (whispering): ‘Don’t .. I .. (a tap on my dick) .. to play with me.’

That was the best unclear, answer any guys could wish to get. I didn’t even get the full sentence from the whisper. I laid on top of her and let my hips find the opening. Her hands were on my cheeks ready to pull me in for the kiss when I entered.

Inches by inches, I moved carefully and her defloration was aided by the frenching that distracted her. Once I had taken 100% of her virginity, my body just went autopilot. Our mouths never left each other and her tightness just drove me crazy. Her body was getting used to the motion by that long, biological stick all men has. It was full of involuntary contractions and orgasms she never expected to have come so soon.

Ashley (whispering): ‘I came so many times today.’
Me (whispering): ‘I know. I can feel it.’

That five minutes we were at it, she had three. And I totally forgot about the condom.

Me: ‘Wanna go on top?’
Ashley: ‘Okay. I think I know how to move.’

Her level of concern about putting it in was higher than maintaining eye-contact. Yes, that was how new she was to this. The moment the pleasure returned, she interlocked fingers with me and rocked her slim belly, riding me in a continuous exchange of moans and groans from the both of us.

She was going really, really fast. And the rocking motion simply pushed all the right spots on my shaft. The only drawback being my lack of stamina, which I gave in to her tight pussy that I bet all of you would succumb to as well. I had suspected her to be enjoying this more than me.

Me: ‘Ash.. You have to get off me now. I’m going to shoot.’

She did not understandd the urgency when guys say that and she took her time to come to a stop, before releasing my purplish looking dick.

Ashley: ‘Umm.. what do I do now?’
Me: ‘Where does your boyfriend usually shoot?’
Ashley: ‘Ex. I’m single now. He usually.. shoot on my hand.’
Me: ‘Hmm.. wrap your hand over it and move up and down. You can lie on my stomach. When I’m going to shoot, I will touch your head and you put it into your mouth?’

She nodded her head obediently and did as told. The final moments were spent with my eyes closed, and a huge cumshot that emptied my balls into her mouth. Her tongue simply did not know what to do except to keep teasing the tip.

After the few minutes of grand finale, she went to her bag and took her water bottle out, swallowing my cum like medicine, giving me the biggest surprise of the night.

Well, I guess she could do that. Or spit it out.

We went for a shower together and she sat over my dick in the bathtub, hugging me tightly and kissing all over my neck.

Ashley: ‘Can I ask you for something?’

Shit. Don’t tell me it’s money. Or should I wish it’s ‘just’ money?

Ashley: ‘Can I show you to my mum?’

Okay. That wasn’t too bad. But given how busy I was, I didn’t know how long we could stay together. But maybe, just maybe, this could work out.

After another round in the bathtub, where I came into her mouth again, we went to the carpark where I had my company car, a Mercedes R231. We drove to her flat in the old estates of Toa Payoh and parked the heavy-front car after much difficulty.

The neighbours Ashley saw along the way up to her flat would thought that she have struck the lottery. She was all smiles from the moment we hopped into the car, caressing every curves from the dashboard to the leather seats as I did the same, with my hand under her school uniform she changed back into after the shower.

Ashley (shouting): ‘Mummy! This is J.’

A long, disapproving stare made me look away. I was in shorts and t-shirt. How else would I expect her to think of me? Her mum was in her early thirties, having Ashley from an accident with one of her flings. Well, I (or she) was just lucky that fling had good genes. Or that her mum had good eyes.

After the longest ten minutes introduction and chatting with Ashley and her mum, her impression of me improved upon hearing where I lived and how we got here. The next thing I knew, she had her attention on me rather than her daughter who was asking her if she could spend nights at my place.

Mum: ‘No you can’t. You have a home and you’ll disturb J from his work. J, you can come over and spend nights here though. I can accept that.’

Whether if her mum was the one who wanted to spend more time with me, or to keep an eye on her daughter, time will tell. But for that evening, she allowed Ashley to spend the night at my place. At last, I felt better knowing that I haven’t stepped on any timebombs for that eventful day.

After we got home and naked, we crashed into the bed with hands all over each other. As for the rest of the night, all I could say is – we were spent when first light broke into the room.