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Happy National Day 2014

This entry is in tribute to our (Singapore’s) independence and like Crystal, I am proud to be a Singaporean. Here’s a fun fact 101. All local erotic blogs are monitored by a big agency. :) No matter if it is a personal site or a dead blog, we are all being watched.

From where I came from, here that is, erotica is gaining popularity but books are limited to the pages it can hold. Skipping ‘local writers’ in general (cause I can’t speak for all), I think that this technology, blogging, seems to be the most effective way for me to get my fantasies across.

Through the years, I have met a particular someone who works in that watch group agency and there is no hiding when you violate (local?) laws regarding copyright and using photos without the approvals of the people in them. This agency have the sole, most, powerful people behind them and will not hesitate to remove any threats to its citizens. But hey, we know what we are posting right?

That is why J has adopted a only-photos-taken-by-him-or-submitted-by-the-source-can-be-used policy. This is how our nation protects her female citizens and that is how we should respect our girls.

Next up is us, the people! Looking at all the writers popping up, and disappearing, we aren’t really growing. We are in a replacement cycle, one that J is sad, yet happy for. You can say that I watched these blogs grow and vanished. But ss the standard improving? Are scenarios reaching out to more topics? And most importantly, what have the blogs that are started by guys, tell us about the standard of men in our tiny erotica world?

I am sometimes viewed as a sex-starved pervert with no other means to get relieve except by writing, a passionate writer that writes as though he no longer needed sex, an attractive mind behind a harmless body that holds unknown mysteries. One thing for sure though, if you are writing, you are moving beyond physical gratification – cause no men had ejaculated from typing.

I can be described in many forms, but I know who I am – J.

So writers, do you blog to merely express your urges? Cause readers can tell. The ‘need’ part transcends above plots and languages, somehow, it hurts to have great ideas written in such rash manner. Those are exactly how my entries sounded like when I first started out.

Or do you write to make yourselves better? ‘My language sucks, but why do I care?’ or ‘if I can imagine raping someone in my stories, I definitely can imagine writing in the shoes of a sex magazine editor’. Which is you?

I am nowhere near an editor and I still feel guilty for writing in agonising phrases with a limited vocabulary that is sure to make any English-Ed reader squirm.

So what if I am good with my imagination and storylines, as good as they are, I am limited by my own level of English. Example, I can only express ‘poke’ in approximately three ways? Pathetic.

Anyway! Thanks to Singapore’s education system, our younger generation are getting better. If you ARE the younger generation and you write as badly as I do, you belong to the older generation. :) Kidding!! We all learn as we write more, and is five years enough? Damn. I’ll never get to the end of this.

Lastly! Readers! Apart from those attempts to catch fling with those sexy female bloggers, I appreciate all the attention you gave us. I’m sure all the writers would agree to that. I hope the my stories are keeping you guys HARD! And you girls wet! *Is it true that all men wants a FWB? Should J be accepting too? Talking tons of BS here.*

Thank you guys for your continuous support, you have seen five years of ‘Happy National Day 20XX!’ here. O.o How awesome could that be? I’ll definitely be writing again, thanks to Ena. As of now, I’ll see how far I can last this time.

So here it is! Happy National Day 2014 guys! You won’t want any xoxos right? Neither am I going to force myself to give one(s).

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Being a Natural

Me: ‘Valerie, don’t you feel unsafe in such short skirt?’
Valerie: ‘Huh? I’m okay with it ah. Is it too short?’
Me: ‘I think so. I can totally see your panties if you bent over.’

She turned herself to look into the window of the class ongoing in the computer lab and did exactly what I warned her about. She reached for her laptop bag on the floor and revealed that tiny g-string of hers under the black tight skirt. My eyes were giving the disappointed look but another treat to her panties changed my mind about her. Her laptop bag was back on the floor and it was just her and I in the walkway. We were the only ones to skip lunch and waited outside our lab for lesson to begin. In case you were wondering, the previous class was held in a cleanroom facility that had slightly more layers of doors to it. It was just right behind me.

She walked towards me and stopped a few inches before my face, granting me a false hope she would kiss me. But the whisper at my lips caught all my attention and my mind cleared to process whatever she said.

Valerie: ‘There is still about half an hour before class starts. I can’t sit on the floor in my skirt. So, how about we go back to the cleanroom to wait? Your admin card can access right?’

I took the card out from my pockets and tapped on the yellowing old scanner. I was one of the two who were given special rights as a reward for being too early. With my both hands full, Valerie pushed through the heavy airtight doors and entered into the suit room, windowless except for the small glass pane on next door. Temperature was at the lowest to maintain the integrity of the sensitive equipments, and our sensitive equipments were heating up instead.

She reached under the back-laced top and unclipped a hook at her boobs, letting the melons hang free.

Valerie: ‘Oh my gosh, finally I can let some air between my boobs.’

Then, there was a few seconds of silence.

Valerie (whispering): ‘Someone is shy eh.’

I had no idea she was this wild but still gave into her. My bags was placed nicely against the wall and my pants unzipped. She approached me and dug her way into that opening and flipped my dick out, growing halfway into a man. Her skirt was lifted up to flaunt that stringy underwear but I was given nothing more than that.

Her body was up against mine with her back on me, and butt crack grinding on my warmed rod. As she stroked up and down, an extra lift of her butt brought my dick into a horizontal position, poking right at her damp pussy. My hands did not move away from the side and she just moved her body back, slipping my dick into her with a flick of the centre string to the sides.

Knowing there was an hour, I thrust my dick at her and she just grabbed onto the sides of my shirt for support. The speed was slow, and impatience was growing. As much as she tried to pump her butt towards me, the number of slippers were getting irritating too.

Finally, I got what I wanted to hear.

Valerie: ‘Can you just fuck me?’
Me: ‘Am I not doing it already?’
Valerie: ‘Teasing asshole.. ‘

My hands held onto her shoulders after rearranging her hair to one side, and pulled her hard as I rammed forward. Her voice became much more meeker and it sounded so much better. As I forced myself deeper with every stroke, we were moving half a step every few seconds. Until a point, she was leaning against the lab suits that hung from the hooks on the wall. It was also then I pinned her body against the cold wall and started the rampage.

Her butt was flubbing quicker as I pounded harder. The silence had amplified the droplets of liquid coming out of her, and the growing tightness just showed me how much she wanted this. Without much space to move away from, her pussy was clamping down on my dick every minute from orgasms and the afterglow was appearing before we were done.

Valerie: ‘I am getting tired.. are you cumming soon?’
Me: ‘You want me to? Where?’
Valerie: ‘Yeah. Inside? So we won’t have to clean up.’

True enough, the moisture in the preparation room had pushed the humidity readings up, engaging the auto lock to the main room and blasting more cold air from the vents. A fifteen minutes break should be enough before the next class start, and we were just three minutes away.

I picked up my pace and increased the frequency of our bodies banging, I could feel the tension in her vagina, but I preferred to think that I had grown throughout the session. Pounding mercilessly into her, at least two more orgasms rang her dishevelled mind and turning her legs jelly. Going full speed ahead, my cum loaded themselves at the exit and I did not bother telling her that it was coming.

I just grabbed her waist and rammed the daylights out of her, while engaging auto fire midway. My precious load spewed into her like a water balloon with the end untied. A turn of her head gave me a slutty encouragement and I just kept thrusting all my cum deep into her. Slowly, my hip stopped and I stepped away from her, dripping some onto the floor.

She adjusted her strings and reached under her shirt to buckle the strapless bra back, before pulling her skirt down to a decently short length. As I was still enjoying her dress up performance, it was her who came up to me and tucked my full-fucked dick into my underwear, ending the quickie with a zip.

Valerie: ‘Don’t tell anyone k? Especially my boyfriend.’

Oh, did I mention he was in the same class as us? I placed my index finger on my lip as an assurance, but shot a condition right back at her.

Me: ‘Only if we partner for the Oracle project later.’
Valerie: ‘Sucker! And what do I tell your girlfriend?’

Oops. I haven’t been honest with you guys. She applied the same terms to remain silent about what just happened, so long we are in the same team for another project she was good in – so we could have more free time for other activities.

No one had seen us exit the cleanroom with messed up readings, and the next lesson was spent at the back of the class next to her with her skirt high enough to masturbate with my cum.

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Somewhere Else

Melissa and Augustine sat in the living room while watching her parents leave house for work. Their whole morning was spent on their school projects and it was only at 11am when they finally had some privacy to the whole house. She walked to the peephole to see that they had left and went into her room, leaving Augustine lost on the sofa.

After ten minutes, she appeared in front of him in a translucent pink nightie, with extra low V neck that did not make any different to her A cups. Still, the black strapless bra and matching panties stood out under that outfit that ended just slightly below her groin. She signalled for August to go over to where she stood behind the door, while pressing down on the lock to open it.

Melissa: ‘Ready?’

Augustine: ‘Where are we going with you dressed like that?’

Melissa: ‘Just the stairs outside.’

Augustine: ‘But people will see you!’

Melissa: ‘Won’t. I have you to protect me right? Plus it will be exciting.’

Augustine: ‘Okay. But must keep very quiet.’

The afternoon sun was blasting down overhead but the lower levels were shielded from the heat. She stood looking through the door for a minute before pulling the main door open, and exited quickly to the stairs. For the newer designs of HDB, there were doorways on each level to the stairs, and it provided some form of protection from being seen too.

August walked slower behind her and gently shut the door, before joining her on the steps. She had already begun to pull her underwear off and unclasped the hook to her bra, leaving them neatly beside out of the way. His loose boxers came off as well and showed her his unexcited dick. Not being the first time he was hard after her, she took the tiny bird between her fingers to pull his foreskin back. He then sat a step higher so her mouth could go over it and make it larger.

For someone who did not favour blowjobs, she liked how it grew in her mouth, making it less daunting to suck on. After a while, he reached her desired size and treated him to a erotic blowjob with her tongue playing excessively on the pinkish dick head. It was an area of his body that was most sensitive and would groan whenever she made a strong suck, gathering the pain at the tip before releasing it and swallowing his dick down to sooth the pain. The change in that oral environment sent him sighing in relieve and made him harder at times.

Melissa: ‘Shall we do it now?’

Augustine: ‘Yeah. Been waiting for you to ask.’

She leaned back with her legs opened and let him in-between. His rock hard dick then pushed its way into the small entrance and gently slid in without a pause. The lengthened breathe of air she took showed how good he was, and her legs just wrapped around him in anticipation of what was about to follow. He pasted his groin on her and then lifted her chest up in push up position. Once he found his footing in the acute angle, the sexy thrusts started to make her moan and shiver her body with orgasms.

August’s body never stopped moving and it was why she would dare to try such things, like having sex in public places. As her mind faded out into a white background, droplets of perspiration was dripping on her chest. That contrasting temperature was the only thing that kept her sane. But she was desiring for much much more.

She had to slow him down from soreness and took a few minutes to catch her breath, while helping him to wipe off some sweat with her bra. Melissa got up limping and stood on the flat ground before the stairs, and tilted her body to hold onto the edges of the steps.

August took a few deep breaths before going up to her, placing his hands lightly on her waist. He brought the tip outside her pussy and made very small dips into her. She was about to cry for help, he gave her a deep plunge that stretched her pussy sideways, sending her into a risky groan. He caught wind of that sound and immediately sank his meat deeper with every stroke, while her knees were bending in submission.

His dick was especially excited that day with the occasional cold wind undisturbed by the hot weather. With only their hips moving, his arms were recuperating well and he could drag her harder on his dick. That piece of meat was separating those two pieces of flesh trying to close so they could recover, but August’s speed was just not letting her rest. Soon, more juices were flowing down his balls.

The pace he was going at picked up haste and she was already begging for him to just cum already. Pressing her hips together, she helped by squeezing harder too. That sudden increase in pressure just knocked the wind out of him and he managed to pull out before the point of no return.

Still holding onto her body, he let her sit before going behind her, spreading his legs for her head to feast. She turned her body to the sides and devoured his stick. Following that, it was a moderate suction, and her tongue pushing upwards from under his shaft. That softened mode was gliding so erotically and warmly under.

Letting her do the work, he closed his eyes and rested his tired body. As he was already at tipping point, she only took three minutes to charge him up. He ran his hand along her chin as he felt the urge coming, pinching her earlobe as his juices pumped into her mouth. Her tongue was against his pee hole, and his flavourful load just landed on top of it, giving her a detailed taste of her boy.

A few more strokes down his dick concluded his release and she went to the drainage pipes in the corner to clear her mouth. Once she was done, August had already worn his boxers back and left the stairs with her, returning to her place for a well-deserved nap.

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Licking Sweet

Catherine: ‘Kor! I’m home!’

Kelvin: ‘Okay. I’m coming out in a while.’

She dropped her bag on the sofa and fell on it, earpiece still in her ears with the TV on. It had been a long day in school and the hot weather made her unbearable in the heat. She undid the buttons on her blouse and leaned her head back, while waiting for her brother.

Kelvin walked out of his room and sat on the floor in front of his little sister, legs unglamorously opened. He lifted the skirt up and helped pulled her shorts off with her panties, leaving her waxed pussy exposed for some licking. She placed one feet on the edge of the sofa and let him worked his tongue on her clit, poking quickly at it. It had been a routine for the two of them to care for each other in this incestuous manner, keeping it from their parents for a few years.

His nose would vibrate over her clit while his mouth attacked the juicy abalone, drinking her fluids while her hands rummaged through his hair, pushing him deeper and guiding his tongue to where it felt best. After she was adequately wet, his fingers went into her pussy and the steady thrusts started with her moans.

Catherine loved how her brother’s hand could go on for a long time, while multi-tasking with the cunnilingus. Her legs spread themselves as far as she could, allowing his mouth to go anywhere he wanted to taste. That sweetness of her was something he looked forward to everyday, and such hot days like now would make her smell better.

As Kelvin sped up his tongue on her slit, her body arched back and her arms reached for the leather, clenching her fists over it as the orgasms shook her tiny body hard. Her brother would continue licking for the excess liquid, until she could not take it anymore and had to stop him. Out of courtesy, she took out her worn PE shirt to wipe his mouth clean before he could hug her on the couch, like a loving couple watching shows.

After a while, it was Catherine’s turn to have lunch and a whisper into Kelvin’s ear was all it took to get him to remove his boxers, giving her permission to his rock hard dick. As her ponytail was still intact, she decided to still go for the no-hands approach, bringing her head down on his shaft without any stroking.

Kelvin gasped at the overpowering warmth on his deprived dick and felt her saliva dribble down his rod. She did not want to get things too messy as well, so she sank her mouth over him where the saliva reached and pumped her head up and down, bouncing on his lap while keeping her body bent sideways.

Being a guy who could last for some time, she had something up her sleeves that day as well. Turning his body towards her, she let her tongue glide along the underside of his shaft, and maintained a lighter than usual suction. She pressed her lips tight whenever the dick exited and clamped on it when she went down on him. That new move did not require speed but it was driving Kelvin hornier than usual.

It was the first time they did it that he was conscious about cumming too soon. Nonetheless, he did not try to control her but just laid back and shut his eyes, enjoying her new techniques to the fullest. Up and down her mouth went, sending her brother into a state of trance and sensual groans. He was panting more than usual and she was glad it was something he liked so much.

That blowjob only lasted slightly more than five minutes when he told her he was about to cum. Keeping up with the pace, her suction increased and his hands went behind her head, to push her down deeper for a few strokes until he finally gave the hardest shove, keeping his dick throat deep in her.

Like a space shuttle taking off, his load packed into his shaft and gave her the powerful shot, delivering the chunky white semen down her throat. Patting on his lap urgently, he let go of her and she lifted her mouth up to his hood, still gathering the cum that was filling her mouth up. The first few waves had gone down her stomach, but the rest of it managed to amount to quite an amount.

It took him fifteen seconds to empty his balls and Catherine was relieved when his dick stopped spewing. She kept her mouth closed as he moaned during the time she made her last suck. Holding his head with both hands, she showed him that beautiful mouthful of love and swallowed it.

Kelvin was tired when it all ended and stayed by her side while she masturbated herself. Bringing her head to his chest, his hands went into her bra to assist with the oncoming orgasms she rubbed herself off to.

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Formal Report

This is an attempt to write in a different style from my usual stories, and it’s written from a female’s perspective. So, it’s Stapler ‘girl’ writing. Hope you guys will like it.

Sitting in one of the rooms of the police station, it was especially cold as I felt scared and worried. Two officers actually went to my school to pick me up, where my form teacher brought me to the general office to wait. Having half the day taken away was not quite ideal to my final year for O levels, but I guess it must have been something important.

After waiting for close to thirty minutes, a smartly dressed officer wearing a lanyard entered and sat opposite me, with a thick file on the table. I wasn’t allowed to bring my bag in and that was where my jacket was, wishing it was over me right then.

Officer: ‘Hi. My name is Shaun. I’m the investigation officer in charge of your case. Do you know why are you here?’

Me: ‘Nope. But I think it’s something serious.’

Shaun: ‘Yes. You are partly right. Do you know a person named ‘Martin’?’

Me: ‘Yes. He’s a friend.’

Shaun: ‘Good. Means you know him in a way. I will need you to tell me exactly what he did with you, because he is in trouble with the law. Harming other girls with his actions. You don’t have to worry about safety, cause no one will know what you told me. Your teachers only know that you are involved in ‘Witness to Crime’.’

I swallowed twice as my mind recalled what he did. It was nothing scary, but I guess it wasn’t right of him either. It was a better choice to just tell them what happened instead of trying to protect him, since he didn’t do much for me either.

Me: ‘It was about a year ago when I knew him. I was at the bus stop near my house waiting for a bus when he came up to me, pushing his phone in my hands. He asked me for my number and I just gave it to him, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do much and I had the freedom to ignore him.

Soon after that, we were texting all the time and he was really respectful to me. We went out about two weeks later and he kept his distance throughout. The first time we met, he handed me a small box and told me it was a present. I didn’t think much of it, watched a movie and had dinner with him. He accompanied me on the bus home that night and stayed with me under my block while I opened the box. It was filled with panties of different colours but had a consistent design. It was those open-crotch type with a string of pearl down the middle.

Being the innocent me, I thanked him and he kissed me for the first time, pushing his hands up my shirt which I did not resist. A few seconds later, he led me to a flight of stairs near by block and touched me under my bra, squeezing and playing with my nipples. Frankly speaking, I was so turned on and just let him did what he wanted. I only stopped him when he tried to reach into my shorts, where he cleverly went back to my boobs and sucked on my nipples. I did not care about people walking past as it felt good, but now I realised how silly I was.

We stayed at the steps for close to thirty minutes before my phone rang and parents asked me home for dinner. In fear of them finding out what he gave me, I transferred the panties into my bag and let him dispose off the box.

The following days we met, he always asked that I wear one of the panties he gave. And in that underwear, the pearls never failed to turn me on, getting me wet before I meet him. Once we met, he would then request to check if I was wearing the panties. I did not know how to reject him then and allowed him to bring me to the toilets or stairs, whichever was closer. He would lower my shorts for me, or reach under my skirt or dress, to touch the underwear and tug the string of pearls along my slit.

Overwhelmed by lust, I found myself weak and horny at that very places, totally leaving things up to him. By then, his fingers had found their way into my pussy and would thrust so hard I got addicted. As our meetings got more frequent, my mind was always thinking about him rubbing me and making me high. No matter if I wore the panties he gave, I was wet every time we met. That was where I thought things were going great, with someone to pleasure me whenever I wanted.

Slowly, he asked me for oral sex and I gave in to him. Having no experience, he told me to put my mouth over and keep it there while he masturbated for me. In that single lesson, I was giving him the best blowjob he had ever received as my body channelled the orgasms into strong, deep sucks, driving his fingers even faster. After that day, it was a routine position to get into, with me sitting next to him and bending my back down on his lap, while his hand went around my waist to rub me off.

The fun we had was something I can’t get tired of, no matter if we tried new positions. I would just be glad to have him fingering and licking me.’

There, I took a break and sipped on the cup of Milo his colleague brought in for me. The room was more of an office layout, without the one way mirror commonly depicted in movies. The only camera was the half-sphere shaped design, mounted presumingly to oversee the room. As I wriggled my butt on the chair to get some blood flow into my legs, it was then I realised my panties was wet, with that pearly panties under it. It was the only way I could wear it out without my mum noticing as she would take note of how many sets of panties I wore.

I did not take long to rest, before resuming the recount of what Martin did.

Me: ‘About six months later, we got more daring in getting bottomless at public places. And he was going all out to satisfy me, bringing a dildo and vibrator for me whenever we met. I was excited at the new toys he had, and let him used them on me. The dildo would usually be inside me while I was made to hold the vibrator on my clit.

Once, he was standing in front of me and shoving that toy inside me, making me so crazy that I closed my eyes. Without thinking much of it, he actually took the dildo out and replaced it with his dick. I was shocked at what he had done, but it was too late. His dick was already pounding in me and I was fucked senseless. My body reacted to the introduction of a living piece of meat and got hooked to it. The open crotch panties suddenly turned into a piece of lingerie that granted him easy access.

Wherever we went, the panties would keep me turned on and ready for him. He was still very understanding then, and wanted sex when the places were suitable. As time passed, I was gladly becoming his sex doll, wearing short dresses or loose shorts whenever we went out so I could get sex every time. The only thing I regretted was the lack of knowledge about condoms, but I was lucky nothing happened.

With frequent sex occurring every time we were together, my mouth turned into a place he used to unload into, convincing me easily with the idea that it was best for me to know exactly where the sperms went so I did not have to worry about being pregnant. The countless amount of cum I had swallowed accustomed me to the taste and I was just happy to suck him off, so he would return the pleasure whenever possible. It was like

His thirst for sex was a subtle and deadly one, but I was the person in the unclear relationship who was getting hungry for more. It was me who began asking for sex at random places, touching him whenever I felt like it. During sex, he had brought up having threesomes or gangbangs, but I just couldn’t be bothered and stuck with what we were doing.

After some time, he stopped asking about sex with other men and I gave up contacting him. During the times I was alone, I thought of the times we had and learnt that he was actually grooming me for sex. I hated myself but didn’t regret much either, cause I did enjoy myself and managed to keep the dildo and vibrator he got me.

Now, I think I have grown and am more wary about people I meet.’

A sigh left my mouth and the urge to get myself off was gone. He finished writing in a few seconds’ time and reached for my shoulders, giving me a reassuring pat.

Shaun: ‘Because of your age, I will try to keep you away from the courthouse. But trust me when I say this. This Martin, is going away for a long long time.’

I had no idea how many girls did he ruined, and couldn’t care much about what happened to him. It’s in the past now, and I’m glad I didn’t do too badly for my exams.