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Sleepy

Before Jasmine slept that night, she had taken a pill that a friend had passed to her during the clubbing night a few days ago, claiming to make her high and horny once she popped it in. All alone in her room, she plugged her earpiece into her ears and took out the dildo from the bedside desk, planting the base into the ripped bolster cover. Slipping her underwear off under the sheets, the drowsiness was kicking in and her mind was floating already.

Without wasting any more time, her legs went around the bolster and pushed the dildo in, nudging it in inches by inches with her ankles. As the dildo pierced into the deepest spot of her pussy, bright, dazzling lights flooded her vision and everything was moving with a blur. The music in her ears had switched to a more upbeat one, and her head was nodding to the rhythm.

Turning herself over onto the bolster, she was hugging it faced down, changing to a cowgirl position. Grinding her hip slowly on the rubber dick, her singlet was getting wetter from the perspiration, feeling all hot and horny from the effects of the pill. Soon, the moans came and droplets of sweat dripped onto her pillow. Right there and then, she was hoping that it was a guy instead of her bolster under her, almost making the random contractions of her pussy unbearable.

Halfway through the hip slamming, she pushed her body up and swept her hair backwards, eyes rolled back from the pulses of pleasure shooting through her body. Bouncing harder on the toy, she was simply not getting enough to match how high she was. Gradually, her body slid down the bed and was on the floor, bolster still in front and bent in front of the bed. It was getting tiring, but still better than not able to relieve her lust.

Ripping the toy out of her bolster, she leaned against her bed and threw the damp bolster to the sides, pumping the toy into her loose vagina as she tried to squeeze down onto it. The juicy sounds coming from below was making her so crazy, to a point that if a guy appeared in her room, she would just lie flat on the bed and let him abuse.

Realising how messy her position was, she climbed back onto her sweat-soaked bed, lying on her pillow with the dildo still moving with her guidance. As though she was struggling for help, she reached into the same drawer for her ‘help’, a rabbit vibrator that used to be too huge for her. Clamping one of her pillows between her legs, she yanked the lifeless rubber out and replaced it with the battery operated toy, plunging it all the way in and clicking on the ‘ON’ button.

The mechanical swirling sounds was inaudible inside of her, but the little vibrating nub on her clit was the one holding her back. The combination of the merciless spin of the head, with the buzzing tip on her clit, she could not summon anymore strength to sink the toy any deeper.

The pillow between her legs was keeping the toy cranking inside, while her closed legs amplified the sensations of the carved surface against her vaginal walls. Covering her mouth with another pillow, the constant groans was drowned away, and the torment on her pussy was creating explosions in her head. With a toy, she knew that it would not stop, especially when orgasms came to take her energy away. It had to keep going, so to give her back the energy for more.

Oh my, you guys should see how desperate she looked with the pearly droplets rolling off her face, along with the juices that got soaked into the pillow between her legs. Her pussy was contracting violently, and her mind was hanging on the sensitivity of her clit that had gone swollen from the vibration.

As the drug wore off, her body was giving in to the weakness and the non-stop orgasms she had received. With no energy to move, the toy could not be removed, and it just kept blasting her with the same ferocity that drove her crazy. Her legs slowly relaxed, and the toy was pushed out a little at a time, stimulating different parts of her vagina as she tried to get rest.

Finally, the toy slipped out and she reached blindly for it to switch it off, dropping her hand once it was silent again in her room. Panting deeply, the dildo and rabbit were at the edge of the bed, about five inches away from the drawer she opened to put them back. Snores were heard before she could get to that, and her nipples stay erected between her arms.

Falling to a deep sleep, she only woke up in the late morning the next day, breathing with a blocked nose from the air condition that she left on the previous night. Looking at the two toys in front of her, a twitch from her pussy remembered how crazy she was last night, tempting her to give it another go again. Sadly, there was no more pills with her, but a quick inquiry to her friends brought a smile to her face.

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The Massage Girl

To have come so far and worked as a masseur was no easy feat. And to BE in this line simply because she doesn’t know of any other methods to make money, is even more disheartening.

Jing Jing provides massage services in Singapore at a condo in the vicinity of the most happening place at night. A place where people claim to eat durians and bak kut teh, where contraband ciggs are sold from black trash bags, where hundreds of thousands of dollars of dirty money exchange hands.

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BTW, this story is in no way the exact representation of an undisclosed visit for her services.

Jing: ‘来了，累吗？’
Jing: ‘You’re back. Are you tired?’

T: ‘还好，工作就是这样的。’
T: ‘I’m alright. It’s just work.’

Jing: ‘臭臭，先去冲个凉？’
Jing: ‘Smelly you, go get a shower first?’

At ten o’clock, T got home after work and as tired as he was, he was ushered into the bathroom with a towel. A much needed one to clean himself up from the day of running around. After a ten minute shower, he appeared in the corridor of their condo, where she sat on the bed in their room, in a green lace nightie.

Jing: ‘躺下来，先给你个按摩。’
Jing: ‘Lie down here. I’ll give you a massage.’

T laid on the bed facing down and let her sit on his lower back, groaning softly as she kneaded those tired muscles. This beautiful girl had been waiting for him to come home and when he finally did, did not disappoint him at all. All those hardwork he put in for them, was worth it. Jing had been feeling frisky whenever she thought of him, but understood that he was worn out. Being his girl (with needs), all she could afford was giving him a massage, hoping he would get her message.

Feeling the hems of her dress brush up and down his back, he finally told her that it was getting uncomfortable lying down, since his little one was stirring to life. She dismounted him and placed a small bolster at his belly, giving him some space so she could keep tickling his sensitive body.

Switching over to her nails, she dragged them up and down his back, going in circles around his ass and between the crack. Whenever she reached his balls, she would fondle them for a moment before going back to his butt. It was like hide-and-seek, except he could feel all his senses focusing at the spot where his testicles were. She had taken massage lessons before, and he was the only man to ever test her skills.

After some time, T patted her thighs to let him know he needed a pause, and so she let him turned over and waited patiently while he adjusted himself on the pillow. Resting her head on his stomach, the teasing continued. Holding his dick lightly and pumping gently, he needed no more than a minute to start groaning louder. In her hand, she could totally feel how his balls were expanding and contracting with the varying speed.

Jing: ‘它一点都不累啊。’
Jing: ‘He’s not tired at all.’

T: ‘不要玩啦。’
T: ‘Stop teasing it already.’

Her hair trailed down his belly when she headed down south and she leaned on her side beside his hips. Mouth completed wet with saliva, she made sure he experienced every inch of descend, all the way to the base of his dick where she deep-throated him for a long ten seconds.

T couldn’t concentrate on her body at all, mind drifting in and out of consciousness, her tongue that was slowly making waves, pushing every button on that piece of meat. Part of him was begging for some action, and the other part was too tired for any.

Being only able to see a bit of her face sucking on his dick, it was all he needed to fill his vision with. His beautiful girl, a hidden talent with her lips, working non-stop on his rock hard rock. He was gradually falling into a relaxing sleep.

Unable to feel the urge due to tireness, he did not want to exhaust her anymore. She went to lay on his chest, while her hand took some baby oil and continued stroking his member. It was a moment of loveliness and warmth when they cuddled. Letting time handle his ejaculation, he pressed her head on his body, despite her wanting him to shoot in her mouth.

T: ‘要来了。’
T: ‘I’m cumming.’

Before she could rush down to contain the explosion, he had already began squirting into mid-air. She froze immediately before the fireworks and watched it ooze out of his dick non-stop. For that moment, everything was worth it. This man, faithful and caring, was who she liked from the beginning. Now, he has become a happier man, at least for that night.

Jing grabbed a few pieces of tissue and cleaned him up. Right then, his phone buzzed non-stop in his office group chat. Perching himself against the headboard, he typed his advice away on his phone, and Jing laid by his side, unable to comprehend what was happening.

But there was one thing she knew she could do to help. Tickling his balls again, she was playing with his dick in no time. It was growing slowly as she playfully dug her nails into the loose skin, overwhelming the little head with some erotic scratches. Without waiting for him to say anything, she went between his legs and took his dick into her mouth, sucking it effortlessly as he continued to be distracted with work.

Jing: ‘今晚我想做…’
Jing: ‘I feel like having it tonight.. ‘

T couldn’t leave her as she is when she got him hard again. This time, he flipped her onto the bed and pried her shy legs apart, with her eyes gleaming with horniness for his animalistic side to overtake his sane mind. She had become the little sheep on the bed.

What more could I say about that night? He gave her what she asked for, in fact, a little too much than his body could provide.

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Write On

When I start writing, there are two mindsets I find myself to be in.

1. Heart-burning Plot
2. I have no idea what to write but I feel like writing.

Point 1.

It’s quite straight-forward, to get the story out in the fastest way (if you write drafts) and then start editing it. Or get the story out in the fast way (that’s for me), writing and editing after every sentences. We have the auto-correct, grammar-check, urban dictionary, common sex-words we know of.

There should not be nothing to stop you.

Point 2.

This is where I call it ‘uninspired’. When you write in this mode, there are only three outcomes. You think your impromptu storyline is ridiculous, or get stuck halfway, and the third finale is you completing the story.

There might be occurrences where you felt tempted to delete whatever you have written.

For me, writing has become a habit (until recently). When I sit at my usual corner, (assuming I have no plots on hand) I turn to the usual input. SBF, SgGirls, or my own website stats.

SBF – Once in a while, I come across pants-tightening stories that I wished was on my blog.

SgGirls – I usually head there to see what girls are wearing these days, to dress my characters up.

Website Stats – Here is where I get most of my ideas from. And here is where ‘search terms’ matter AND don’t matter at the same time. I get to see what are the trending words people used to reach my site, and also the direction the mass are heading.

‘Teachers’, ‘Underage’, ‘FBTs’, father/ daughter’, ‘public sex’, those are always the top searches. When nothing new pops out, I would scroll to the bottom of the stat, and see what one or two individual seeks that they found on my blog.

Word Pairing

When all else fails, look for random words, the more the merrier. They can help plot most of the story, or just one word so you can treat it as a challenge.

Drafts

I don’t know much about writing drafts for erotica. Personally, I don’t. I know White Wolf does. For someone with a short attention span, I turn to writing the stories as best as I could with one try. Sure, I do go back to edit them when I discover inconsistencies or spelling errors, but generally, I write once.

Oh. When I write drafts and keep them under WordPress’ drafts, I find that I can no longer recall what mood I was in when I wrote it. So taadaa! Delete.

Here is the last part before I write a short message to Jo.

Do you remember the attitude you learnt your languages in during your younger days? Remember picture-narration where you have to write 80 words about 4 pictures? Or those one-picture ‘picture description’ that your teachers could forced so many questions out of? How did you write your 800 word composition?

Now that there are no teachers to correct me, there is also none to guide. Sure, there are lots of resources online, but you are talking about teachers, people who perfected their languages to a point where they can make money out of. Now, it’s all up to me, us, individuals that suddenly realised, why didn’t I try a little harder to be a little better when I had the time?

Jo, I see that you have been writing stories that can be continued in parts. You can focus on that style. Most blogs have a fixed sister or girlfriend that lasts quite a few entries. Characters can be introduced or killed off (with proper ending) easily.

I suppose short stories like mine is a double-edged sword. It keeps some readers hoping for more (to a particular story), but most of them can probably guess there are no more.

Episodical stories on the other hand, keep readers checking back. The question – ‘What happens next?’, for decades, that was how TV series were made. I was more of making short flims. But for me, personally, if I didn’t like how it started, I wouldn’t read past where I lost interest at. So yupp. That’s about it.

End of Jo’s Message.

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Brother and Sister

Bernice came out of the shower in her sports bra and an FBT shorts, drying her long hair between the towel while Bertrand was waiting outside the bathroom with his towel. The siblings had been used to getting a shower in the morning, especially on a Saturday, when their bath time would be longer than usual.

He stepped into the bathroom and the sight of the worn FBT shorts she wore yesterday caught his eyes. It was just hanging on the rack, forgotten that it should go into the laundry basket. As he was done rinsing the soap off his body, it was time to get himself off with his younger sister’s clothes. He pulled the shorts off the horizontal pole and wrapped it around his dick, carefully laying his dick at where her pussy used to be in contact with.

Bernice: ‘Kor, are you going to be done?’

Bertrand: ‘Soon. Just wearing my clothes now.’

Stroking his dick through her shorts slowly, he had sat himself on the toilet and closed his eyes, imagining that she was sitting on his lap, grinding her hips as his dick sank into her pussy. Just as the room was getting all hot and foggy, the two partitioned door opened a gap and a hand stopped in its track when she noticed the shorts were gone.

Bernice: ‘Kor.. did you see my shorts?’

The door suddenly opened to the maximum width and she peered in his direction, looking at his perspiration covered body with her shorts in his hands. Still dressed in the sports bra outfit, her shocked expression gave no more words and she just closed the door and left him alone.

He quickly returned her shorts to where it was and dried himself, heading into the living room where she was sitting with her face flushed.

Bertrand: ‘Mei, I’m sorry. I’m done now. I’ve put your shorts in the laundry basket.’

Bernice: ‘What were you doing with my clothes?’

Bertrand was already back to the kitchen to pick up the sandwich she had made extra for him. Avoiding any eye contact, there was no way he could give her an answer. He stood at the window and looked out of it, drinking his daily dose of coffee from the mug on the window ledge. He then heard the faint footsteps nearing him, and the volume of her voice confirmed that she was right behind him.

Bernice: ‘Are you masturbating with my shorts?’

His head pointed onto the ground floor, and gave a nod. A hand then reached in front of him, placing his long lost underwear on the window. He looked at her hand retract, and was eye to eye to her embarrassed face.

Bertrand: ‘Are you masturbating with my underwear?’

She nodded shyly as well, and he took a step closer in front of her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her in for a hug and slid his hands up and down her back, comforting her that it was not a big deal. Her chin rose to face him and the few seconds were the most emotional yet risky. Their eyes had been conversing in the most ‘wrong’ debate and her shutting eyes did not help at all.

His lips planted onto hers and they made the immoral kiss. Standing that close, the rise of his dark knight was just that obvious as it poked onto her stomach, while her nipples grew erected behind the sports bra without the padding under. His hand roamed up her waist and reached under her bra, to cup onto that firm, perky 18 year old breasts. The gentle squeezes made her let off a sexy, impatient moan and a respond by cupping her own hand over his bulge.

As his hands continued to massage her breasts, her fingers were digging their way into his shorts, coming into contact with his raw warm dick. Parting his lips away from her, the kissing trailed down to her neck, where she stopped him and took over the journey, lowering her body until her knees were on the floor, and mouth at his rod.

Without looking at him, it had sort of taken away the thought of the dick belonging to her dear brother, and that it was throbbing so hard as though it had wanted her since a long time. Giving the tip a sweet kiss, her lips remained on his head and tongue began wetting whatever meat in her mouth. Making her way down his shaft, her tongue swirled around wherever that was dry, and focused on the stretch of veins on the underside of his rod.

Stumbling on his footing, he had leaned against the dining table, and she just continued to give him the forbidden blowjob. She did not intend to make him cum, and was only interested in getting him big enough to lose control. After a few minutes of sucking, she gave a naughty bite and went into the living room, sitting in front of the TV with her usual cartoon showing on screen.

He stood in front of her to block her view, and then pulled her shorts off her legs, which she showed a little unwillingness but raised her butt anyway. With that young looking pussy in front of him, he sat on the stool under the table and landed his tongue on her clit. Giving it a generous load of his saliva, the one instance of a suck on her clit sent her back arching forward, and hands over his head to push him deeper between her legs.

Flicking that tiny pink dot up and down, juices were flowing out of control and he was sucking them up as she moaned. Within a minute, she was pulling his head upwards and he followed suit, returning to kissing his beloved sister in a tongue fight. As they made out, his hips were closing in on his pussy, and the tip was pushing its way in as well. Making gentle thrusts, his dick slowly disappeared into the splitting vagina and soon, he was kneeling on the floor while his sister’s body was sitting at the edge of the couch.

The slimy rod was pounding into her while her legs around him pulled him closer, wishing he would go deeper. A couple of seconds was all she needed to pull that annoying sports bra away, and his mouth was free to suck on her nipples. Flirting with those pointy erections, her head was back and eyes rolled white. The position she was in was a common yoga stance, and a test of squeeze was all he needed to distract him.

Feeling the tightness around his dick, his vision turned into a stern look and he forced her backwards on the seat. Helping her to lie on the sofa, he brought one knee onto it and placed both her legs on his shoulders. Ramming his hips at her bum, the long rod was dipping all the way into the areas unfelt before. Bernice had already lost concentration on the yoga squeezes and was just enjoying the hard pounding from her brother.

Reaching for her shorts on the floor, she covered her mouth with it to suppress the crazy noises she made, and Bertrand leaned on her body to take a whiff of her shorts as well. Fucking like sex-deprived bunnies, she was bombarded with orgasms that she lost count of. And all he was doing was move his hips, and prevent himself from cumming.

Bernice: ‘Kor.. shoot it all inside me. Mum has got contraceptive pills for me to control my acne. And I haven’t had my period for four months already. So, cum inside me.’

Knowing that he got nothing to fear now, he sat upright and let her legs stick on his sweaty chest. Jerking his butt fast on the sofa, his rod was sinking all the way into her at a high speed that sent her into a trance and salivating from the sides of her mouth. It was pure mind and body fuck that she was receiving 100% of.

Counting down to his ejaculation, his hands went to her boobs to knead them really hard until the pain complimented the pleasure at her pussy.

Bertrand: ‘Mei.. I’m cumming soon!’

Bernice: ‘Oh yes kor! Keep going! Don’t stop!’

He leaned his chest over her and made sure her legs was angled where he could reach all the way. The few remaining strokes got him to finally cum and sprayed into her as his little head continued stimulating her vagina. The warm load felt extra hot in her and that was nothing like how she’d expected but, longed to feel.

Bertrand had to pull his dick out after the tight clenches of his unwilling sister, at the same time milking whatever that was still inside, out into her pussy. He fell onto the sofa after he was out, panting with his sister who was rubbing her clit in front of him to relieve the soreness. Smiles broke across their faces, without regret as they knew it was impulse that drove them to it. It wouldn’t be a crime if they were never caught right?

That day, they wore nothing around their house, and whenever Bertrand’s dick rose, it would be the signal to get it on since they might not have many chances once their parents return from their yearly honeymoon. The unlimited rounds of sex was also a challenge to break their personal records with their partners, kinky huh?

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A Little Gift

This entry is about an incest encounter between a girl and his father, do not proceed if such topics offends you.

Julie: ‘Good morning Daddy!’

Dad: ‘Morning sweetheart.’

She came out in a short t-shirt and cute Hello Kitty panties, bought by her friends for her during her birthday celebration the night before. The small wet patch at her pussy had caught the attention of daddy, who waved to her to sit with him for breakfast.

Dad: ‘Did my little girl have fun last night?’

Julie: ‘Yupp. My girlfriends booked a chalet and gave me these. They even made me put it on for them to see. It was so awkward! But fun.’

She stood and turned a round to show him the tiny underwear, clinging so tightly to her skin that her cameltoe was visible. It was light blue in colour, made from a soft silky material, explaining why she decided to wake herself up with a short masturbate to energised herself. Daddy reached behind his back and placed a small box on the dining table, sliding it to her as she was sipping from the glass of milk.

Julie: ‘What’s in it?’

Dad: ‘Open and see if you like it.’

She removed the wrapper carefully and popped the lid off, revealing a bunch of paper shreds before finally getting her hands on a beautifully crafted silicon dildo, and a few other straps and toys beside it. The excited little girl bent and squeezed the main lead of the presents, and found it to be very strong but soft to the touch. The card with instructions had a list of materials that it was made out of, and it was one of the next generation materials to recreate skin-like texture, usually reserved for patients requiring skin transplant. As long as ingredients exists for medical purposes, it would not be surprising for sex toy companies to leverage on them to create new products right?

The excited look on her face made daddy finished his bowl of cereal fast and packed the table of empty plates. Walking to the sofa, he took the toy from her and patted a few times on the empty space next to him, signalling for her to go over. Before she sat down, the pair of blue panties came off and was placed neatly on his lap. Her butt sank into the sofa and one of her legs nearer to daddy raised to rest on the leather.

Daddy then slid his shorts to his ankles and let her underwear hang on his upright tip, while reaching the dildo to her pussy. Rubbing the tip on her clit a few times, her juices were soon forming on the delicate folds of her labia. Slowly, inch by inch, the shaft entered her in gentle thrusts, disappearing into her high state of expression.

Soon, the full length of it was squishing at her pussy, soft fleshy testicles hitting against her bum. It was one of the times where Julie herself was surprised at how wet she was, usually requiring lubricant even for fingering. But this time, milky white fluids were just flowing down the toy, reused as juices to go deeper into her.

The feeble body shifted itself towards Daddy, whose dick was still hidden under her panties. She reached for that twitching real toy and tugged her panties down as her hand jerked him off. The smooth, thin fabric was stimulating his little head as her fingers slid down the rest of the unprotected rod. The both of them just sat next to each other, throwing a challenge to each other to prevent the other party from moving too fast.

For Daddy, he had been experienced sexually and often got it on with Mummy, to a point a handjob would take an extra long time to get him to fire. But on Julie’s side, her pussy was never used to such a size inside, and furthermore, moving so quickly to turn that clouded mind into a full black out. It was the conscious faint that was approaching she had no way around.

Her hand lost grip on Daddy’s rod and fell backwards, letting the toy ram till it got slightly warmer. Her pussy was closing in around the toy, enhancing the sensation of its thick ridges brushing along the insides. The opening to her love hole was in a way trying to push that thing out, but it just made things felt better.

With her mouth opened senseless, Daddy knew she was in a trance and pumped his hand faster, sending her into the one orgasm that lasted a few’s worth. Moans went into lengthened mumbling and occasional screams of pleasure. He was glad she loved the toy so much, and went on until he was tired, which was about ten minutes later. By then, Julie had no energy left, but wanted to do something for Daddy.

She turned herself to sit on the floor, and shifted between his legs. Holding onto the base of his cock, she pointed it lower so her mouth could reach easily.

Julie: ‘Daddy. Can you help yourself to me? I’m a little tired.’

With one hand, he pushed her mouth down his shaft and she cooperated by sealing her lips and maintaining a light suck. Pleased at her obedience, he pumped her head continuously on his dick and the gagging sounds had no choking effects. It seemed that the frequent deep throat he had been training her for had worked, and it was this one time he could push her to the limits. Thrusting his hips slightly into her, the tip of his penis was scrapping against the back of her throat, which added stimulation to his rod.

Going non-stop, the excess saliva was dripping onto her folded legs but it was necessary to use it to prevent choking. After five minutes of furious pumping, his hand pressed her mouth hard down to his base and held her in that position.

The thick yummy proteins fired into her throat and flowed down her gullet. It was so refreshing and filling to her that she did not pull herself away even after he was done. In slow-mo, her mouth left his never-ending dick and stopped before it was fully out. Sucking on the meat pipe, the extra sperms was drawn into her mouth and swallowed without a flinch of an eyelid.

Holding onto the raw piece of meat in her hand, she licked in an upward motion to get rid of her saliva, lastly using her panties to clean him up.

Julie: ‘Daddy.. want a massage?’

Daddy: ‘How?’

She hopped on top of him and lowered her pussy down his shaft, still filled with life despite the initial release. Inside of his precious girl, he did not move on his own and simply laid back to feel the contraction she did on his dick, unknowingly in an upward milking motion with her muscles. Giving Daddy little pecks on his lips, he could tell that she could not wait to get home from work to play with those toys again.

Julie: ‘Thank you Daddy for your presents!’

The massage lasted for about ten minutes, with him almost losing control and fucking that inviting pussy. He lifted her body away to restraint himself from doing so, and went for a shower before heading for work.

Julie went back to her room, changing into her outfit of the day, a pretty floral bralet with a contour bandage skirt. She waited for Daddy to be done before handing the wireless bullet to him, and spreading her pantyless legs apart so he could insert it for her. Taking the remote control, they left house for his car and the journey to her office was filled with the wireless signals activating the silent little bullet in her.