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Sweet Pink Lips

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Those lovely morning and night messages from Chris had smitten Nicole and another arrangement was made to meet up after their previous. As this time, they had planned to have breakfast together at McDonald’s under a block not too near to their place. Throughout the whole meal, they had been chatting and laughing so heartily that no one would suspect that they were not a couple, it was after all Chris that made her felt so comfortable with him.

A second cup of Ice Milo was bagged from the counter and they left the restaurant after an hour, making their way to the newly painted old estates that were nearby. They had went up and down a few blocks of flat but it was only deeper into the neighbourhood that they found a quiet spot behind a door to the stairwell. He placed his bag and cup down, helped Nicole to get her bag and hair tied up as well. She sat beside him and let him continue his story.

It was a bright and warm day outside, and Nicole was a little sleepy as well. For this meet up, she wore a tank top with a black cardigan over it, and a pair of tight denim shorts. Chris was at first a little disappointed at her restrictive bottoms, but figured she could still remove them if she wanted, and so he did not talk about it at all.

Nicole moved her seat a step lower, and reached for the button on his pants, pulling down the zip after it was undone. Chris had stopped telling his recount by then, unsure of her initiative that was what he wanted.

Chris: ‘Nicole, you don’t have to you know?’
Nicole: ‘I know. Today, I want to make you feel like a king.’
Chris: ‘Only if you are really sure.’

He helped her pull his shorts down to his ankles and laid back while she started with a slow up down motion. He was looking Nicole closely, mesmerised by her attention she gave to his expression and dick. Using the pre-cum that was oozing over the top, she had also dropped a little of her saliva, to aid the stroking that was controlled by his face.

After a while of increasing speed, she gripped his dick harder and stayed at the top and bottom for a longer while with every pump, forcing the blood to turn his dick into a glowing red rod. Somehow, that warmer-than-usual piece of meat did not felt painful, but just heated up. Then, her mouth went above it, and her tongue stuck out of her lips to give the tip a tickle.

Chris gasped a small breath and she knew he was about to die of anticipation. So, she pressed her lips from the top, and very slowly pushed her mouth downwards, going at such a slow pace he felt his dick was exceptionally long. Nicole was not that great in giving head, but she kept going at a pace that was comfortable to her, making for her lack of skills by focusing on the area under the little head. It was where all the veins converge and the texture felt special on her tongue.

Her head continued bouncing over his lap, and she had to take a break whenever she choked from his size. Many times Chris had told her to stop and it was more than what he’d expect from her, she just pushed his hands away, and kept going. Nicole wanted to please someone for once, and would not stop until she got what she wanted. That very thought was strong in her.

After a painful ten minutes, her throat was beginning to get used to his length, and the gagging was going away. Her mouth could go all the way down and even stay for a few seconds before she had to lift her head away. With the newly acquired ability, she picked up her pace and pushed Chris over the edge, making him moan and struggle like a little girl.

He had not let anyone did this for him before, since he knew how impossible deep throat can get. But he just could not get enough of Nicole’s mouth fuck. Lying against the stairs, the corners of the steps no longer caused any discomfort, for his mind was fading out white with her awesome hardworking spirit.

While she kept going, he was feeling his cum loading onto his balls as well. He felt as high as fuck with her mouth slamming against his groin as deep as she could take. In a random move, Nicole placed her fingers around his balls to have a feel of it and it almost made Chris cum that instant.

Chris: ‘Nicole, I’m cumming.’

She took a pause and opened her mouth wide before he watched his sword come out of her sheath.

Nicole: ‘You dare to drink your own cum?’
Chris: ‘Yeah. I mean, you girls have been doing it for guys.’

Her mouth then went back and moved even faster, gagging her saliva all over his pelvis while his hands reached for her cold ears and lightly held onto them as his balls imploded and forced all his cum out into her mouth. Like a slug, his dick kept creating those little waves along the length while Nicole felt her mouth get filled up.

He was done in a minute and gently lifted her head away, humming as the little suction in her mouth drew out the remains from his shaft. Nicole climbed to his face and sat on his lap before pulling his face in for a kiss, that was so wet and slimy, from the precious life-creating liquid. She slowly passed Chris his cum in that kiss, sucking at the same time as she was pushing it out of her mouth.

The two minutes felt like a lifetime to Chris as he had never needed to taste himself over such a length of time, but she did it. His face did not flinch as she heard him swallowing the load. There was nothing more assuring than to know that at least this guy knew how cum tasted, and swallowing it felt like. They continued making out after he was satisfied and they found themselves closer than before.

As the day ended, they decided to head their separate ways. Nicole’s mind was telling her something different though. It was perhaps the lack of love, that there was so much respect. Somehow, I had to agreed with it after consideration.

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Last Dance

Ever since Irene got married and had two kids of her own, she had dedicated her life to taking care of the household and enjoyed the loving marriage that would make most couples jealous. She had given up on dancing, and took up a gym membership instead to maintain her weight, and partly for her husband who deserved her to look best. Every weekend, she would send the children to her mother’s place to sleepover and she could enjoy the intimate moments with her man, but recently, he was posted overseas for a short assignment, and that particular weekend felt lonely without any plans.

Since it had been almost six years since she last danced, she decided to go to a club, to see what had became of the place she frequented during her teens. She no longer had the figure before birth, but she was on the side of a great looking mature woman, who was faithful in every manner. The evening came and she searched her wardrobe for the toga dress she bought a long time ago, but had no chance to wear after she got pregnant shortly after.

A few dabs of make up and curling of her hair with the iron, she pulled the small dress over herself and was glad to see it fit her better, highlighting her curves. Putting her important belongings into a clutch, she made her way to a familiar club and found a seat by the bar to relax. A few guys did chat her up, but once they saw the ring on her finger, they did not bother to advance and moved on to the many other girls who were single and younger.

The trance-like sensation kicked in after a few shot of drinks and she joined a table of girls who were friendly, also there to just chill and not that wild into pick ups. The group kept drinking and chatting as she placed her clutch in the care of one of the ladies and went to the dance floor. Just in time, the lights went out and the flashing lasers and spotlights came on, flooding her visual with blurring lights.

Almost as soon as Irene walked deeper into the crowd, she felt a hand slid onto her bum and squeezed, she turned around but could not make out who it was among the jumping crowd. A few more hands ‘accidentally’ groped her and one pair even held her breasts for a long second and jiggle them before darting away.

Her drunk state did not bother much with the molestation and started her dance. Deciding to go a little crazier, she spotted an average clubber and went to him, before doing a lap dance in front of him, and grinded her hips onto his groin. She felt his dick hardened and it felt good to know she still had the charm and appeal to turn younger guys on.

The guy then grabbed her hand and pulled her to a side, before forcing his face onto hers and kissed madly, hands roaming behind her and grabbing her butt. The strong but respectful squeeze turned Irene on even more and she responded by grabbing his bulge that was hidden between them. Taking it one step further, she unzipped his pants and fumbled her way in, stroking his enlarged member and making him moan helplessly.

Guy: ‘You’re married?’

Obviously, he felt the ring on her stroking hand and she whispered a yes. He twitched a few times and she gasped as it grew even larger in his pants, to a point she was worried if the zip would still close.

Guy: ‘You want to go to my car?’

That question brought her husband back to her mind and she felt his fingers move up her dress onto her panties. His fingertips then vibrated on her clit and the juices flowed naturally. ‘But no sex’, she requested. The guy pulled his hand out and placed it on her boobs, fondling them as he gave his counter statement, ‘If you can resist’.

She went back to the table and took her clutch, before meeting him at the door, and held his hands as they made their way to his 7 seater. He started the car and turned on the air conditioning, before joining Irene who was smoking outside the car. It was the first stick in years too, being a social smoker meant she had no dependancy on the cigarettes.

The guy then snatched the stick away and stomped it on the ground, shocking Irene. It was a major turn of for her, to be treated this rudely. She was almost going to walk away when she watched him pull out a stick of cigarette from his box and offered it to her.

Guy: ‘Smoke mine.’

He winked and lighted as soon as she placed it on her lips. A deep puff and her mind was clouded with a white screen, her legs went wobbly and she immediately opened the door to take a seat in the car. She quickly sucked away the self-rolled cigarette and pulled him in after she made space for him. There was a little narcotic drug in the roll of cigarette that made her high the instant she took a puff, since her body had no tolerance to the new introduction of the drug.

Without waiting for him, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped him again, tearing a little of his underwear as her body grew needy. Her mouth went straight down for it and she sucked him skilfully, like how she always did it for her husband. The guy was surprised at her skills, and had to quickly grab onto the handle on top of the window for support. She kept sucking and using her tongue to stimulate the whole of his shaft, before finally stopping right under his little mushroom.

The guy knew it was his move next, and he grabbed the headrest on the passenger seat before thrusting his hips upwards, shoving his dick down her throat, which she took the full force and depth with no problem. Unknown to the guy, her panties had soaked up enough liquid more than it could hold and was dripping juices onto his car seat.

Guy: ‘Can I fuck you? Please?’

Guys always have to kill the mood with desperation. Her mouth left his dick and she sat back onto her space, wondering what to do next. The guy did not just let awkwardness fill the car, and grabbed her waist and pulled it towards him, placing her back on the seat and head on the window. He knelt on the floor in an uncomfortable position and pushed his fingers into her pussy, fingering her at the same time while sucking her nipples.

She let him remove the stained underwear and moaned while he did not give up continuing to convince her of the free fuck right before his eyes.

Irene: ‘Do you have a condom?’

The guy reached for the compartment under the front passenger seat and tore the wrapper like a hungry animal, rolling it down his activated missile. He was ready to penetrate her in missionary before she held him still, and changed position with him. The guy excitedly lay down and watched the sex starved woman climb over him, and sat over his dick.

Without doing anything, she began practising her Kegel moves and the guy screamed loudly out of control. He had not expected that at all. Sure enough, his reaction showed Irene he was no match for her husband, who could last a long time in bed despite her killer Kegel moves. She began moving and synchronising her PC muscles as the dick slid in and out of her. Suddenly the guy groaned in anguish and his body fell lifelessly still.

She felt the hot load of napalm spew into the condom and filled it up tight. She remained on top of him as she squeezed her muscles again, forcing the cum out of the rubber hood and onto his underwear. Dismounting off the exhausted cow, she sighed and left him in the car, dirty and tired.

As the door slammed behind her, she was going to take one last peek into the car before a pair of hands pulled her. His hand pressed her face onto his chest and she had no choice but to take in a breath of scent from the unknown man.

It was a familiar smell, one she knew very well. Turning her head upwards, she saw her husband and his smiling face. Tears filled her eyes in record time and she knew explanation had to be done, though it was probably pointless at that time. He kissed her hard and pushed his tongue into her mouth, swirling against her cheeks.

Sam: ‘Lady, would you like to get into my car?’

Irene had no face to look at him but to be led to their family car, also a seven seater, but well furnished with personal TVs at the back of every passenger headrest. He let her enter the last row of seats before getting in from the other side.

Irene: ‘Hubby, I am.. ‘
Sam: ‘Shhh.. It’s okay.’

Bewildered, she could not understand what was happening. His man would actually accept what just happened? He lifted her dress to expose her panties but she had forgotten it in the previous guy’s car. Her shoulder strap was still out of its place and Sam held her in his arms again, but reached into her neckline to undo the strapless bra. He then reached under his dress again to remove it and put her in a more vulnerable situation. She was totally naked underneath.

He laid on the seats and undid his bermudas, removing everything below his waist to show her, her own private missile. She wiped the tears away and went down on him, serving him like the king. Pitting all of her skills for this man who just caught her underwear down with another stranger, it was the least she could do to make up. His weathered hands then dug into her hair and scalp, before forcing her to go as deep as she could, totally like what he would do on bed.

Sam felt heavenly and wished it would never have to end, just like everytime she gave him a blowjob. It was the best relieve no matter how tiring his day was, she would do it for him no matter if he showered, or dirty, or just disinterested. Her mouth was his weakness.

After a while, he had enough and helped his wife up. He put down the middle seat on the second row and asked her to lie on it, right between two seats. Sam then lifted her legs up and together, before ramming his dick into her, this time, more forcefully and heartlessly. It wasn’t revenge or jealousy he felt, it was an indescribable sense of horniness after he saw Irene fucking another guy.

His hips kept moving to make her moan and struggle helplessly, sending the continuous convulsion through her body until she almost fainted. Sam was still far from cumming. The vigorous deep thrust he gave her would not even allow her to use any of her Kegel skills which require preparation and some form of synchronisation.

A good ten minutes of pounding later, he was bored and so he pulled out of her, finally giving her pussy a break. Irene got up with some help and took a quick glance at her own slit, which was sore and sensitive, but still had appetite for more. This time, she got up and straddled herself over him, and sat over his dick. She knew he always loved to be able to look at how worn out he made her and it was a essential sight to keep their relationship strong.

Once she felt his full length inside, she squeezed her killer moves and began rocking the car. Of course, the car was too heavy to move a lot, and the suspensions had legal modifications for the bumpy Malaysia roads. Sam’s head fell onto the back as pleasure took over and flooded his body, which Irene put extra effort to deliver. She was also getting extra stimulation from the tightness she gave, making sure there was no space left untouched on his man’s dick. Other than feeling extra ‘close’, she was applying pressure on random places of his shaft, pushing all the buttons to make him high and shoot.

Before they got married, Sam had secretly learnt how to control his cum by methods of thoughts, visualisation and muscle control at the top secret base, the empty spot between his balls and stick. Seeing Irene got tired and moving slower, he knew she was worn out from the two sessions and he took over the control.

Getting himself off her, he laid her on her back and placed his knees over her head, before bending forward slightly to accommodate his entry into her mouth. She took it in and had a little problem raising her head, but it wasn’t what Sam intended. He moved his hips and made use of her throat, at the same time giving a little pain to himself from the scraping of her teeth.

Without much delay, he placed his dick into her mouth for the last stroke and exited, pressing his dick downwards and shooting his baby-making serum into her mouth. Irene sucked on whatever meat she could reach and drained him off neatly. It was one of the most intense sex they had in a long time. Clearly assisted by the guy earlier to make Sam go this crazy.

The trip back was a more exciting one, with Irene still pantyless and masturbating herself on the journey, even caught by a few passing motorists. She also paid attention to Sam’s exposed dick, which was hardened by her moans from self-pleasuring. Sucking and stroking him throughout the way, they barely made it into the lift where the fucking started right there, broadcasted through the close-circuit camera to the guy at the first level waiting for the lift. I guess it’s a free show for the lonely guy.

Once in the house, the follow up to the car sex initiated and the screams from Irene lasted into the wee hours.

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Missing Link

*Phone ringing*

Andrew (on phone): ‘Hello? Who is this?’

Girl: ‘Hi! I’m Tiffany. From the company you bought your investment plans from.’
Andrew: ‘Why have I not heard of you before? Where’s Julie?’
Tiffany: ‘She had left the company, your policies had been kept by her on her table but I’ll be the one in charge of you now.’
Andrew: ‘Okay. Is there any problem with my policies?’
Tiffany: ‘Yes, there have been some changes since the last time you made a top up to the investment funds. It’s quite urgent and I need to meet you today if possible.’
Andrew: ‘Now?!’

The digital watch just beeped the hour and it was almost ten at night. She had checked his place of residence and since they live fairly close to each other, he decided to meet her for a while. Receiving the text that she reached his void deck, he pulled his fleece jacket on and went down with his cheque book, ready to pay some penalties or sort.

Tiffany got out of the cab and his eyes was fixated on her well-endowed figure, not too plump to his liking, but with the curves at their right places. She was dressed in a tight pink dress that reached her upper thighs, clearly explaining the necessity to dress well to secure deals. Of course, she would have her limits – or so he thought.

They sat at the stone table at his void deck and she clarified the recent deposits that amounted to over 500k, that the company needed to verify the legitimacy of the funds that was transferred. Since the beginning, he had sold his private property and invested all in the policy he bought, upgrading his account to the ‘high net worth clients’ overnight.

As they spoke about his life where the money came from, Tiffany had lowered her guard and was brought into his pace, laughing and sharing her work life too. Slowly, tiredness took over her expression and she had to constantly rub her eyes till they were bloodshot.

Andrew: ‘Are you wearing contacts? I think you better remove them. You can use my bathroom if you want.’

She felt the sting in her eyes and there was not much options except to go with his plan. She made her way to his bedroom and into the toilet, while he went to get busy in the kitchen. Andrew made an egg sandwich for her but she did not appear for some time after he was done.

He went to his room, and found the worn out girl lying on his bed, hair untied and asleep. Turning off the bathroom lights, he switched on the air conditioning and placed a blanket over her. She stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes, which Andrew signalled to her with his finger on her lips to continue sleeping, but only after she adjusted herself better on the bed. Moving just that bit, she was still short of a little to the pillows but he still brought it to her, and let her head rest on it.

He could not move himself away from the bed after she went back to sleep. Her legs were exposed all the way to her dress, which the blanket had missed and only covered her stomach. The bare shoulders also exposed her sexy collarbones that were protruding, as though yearning for attention. He climbed onto the bed beside her and kissed her neck lightly, which was accessible since she faced sideways.

She kept her head still and let him continued kissing his way up, until his mouth reached her ears and clamped onto her lobes with his lips. Her body reacted immediately by raising one of her legs, which exposed the lacy netted panties under. Placing his hand on her raised knee, he glide down her leg and pressed his palm on her pelvic bone. Patiently, he waited for her legs to part even wider and his fingers began rubbing on her clit.

Her hand suddenly held onto his wrist, and pulled it to the blanket over her tummy, and pushed again, downwards. This time, his fingers went into her panties and her hand fell away. He could feel her juices flowing as he continued rubbing her clit, and when she got wet enough, he slid his finger into her pussy and remained inside while he wriggle his tips around.

Tiffany turned her head to him and took his lips away from her ear, swiping her tongue into his mouth and frenched so ever sexily. She reached blindly for his hips and he helped her by moving himself closer. Feeling the tent with the manhood waiting under his shorts, she too slipped her fingers into her shorts and reached straight for his dick, and stroked it in the constrained space.

Andrew did not wait for long before removing his shorts along with his underwear, and let her hand worked him to a solid hardness. Lightly, he made his way between her legs and she opened wide enough for him to do what he wanted. Using the tip of his little one, he pushed her panties to the side and positioned it a little deeper so it would not slip out.

Then, her hands reached for his waist and pulled his undecided body, tickling him with her nails as she invited him ‘in’. Gentlemanly, he made his way in, inches by inches, splitting the closely shut muscles apart. By the time he was fully in, her head had tilted backwards and moans were just waiting to escape. The inner devil in Andrew took over once the pleasure spots were in contact and the speed gained quickly onto them.

His dick began thrusting uncontrollably and her pussy was so tight a squishing sound was heard. The juices had seeped into his bedsheets and was forming a patch. But it did not bother them at all. She feebly held onto the back of her knees and tried to raise them high enough to rest on his shoulders. Andrew immediately understood what she wanted and he placed them over his broad neck muscles. Pushing her upper thighs together, the tightness of her pussy got a little overwhelming for him, which was perfectly what she wanted – to feel every inch of his dick.

Coupled with contracting her vaginal muscles, she did not expect that position to be so overpowering that it made her scream the moment he started pounding, making her lose control and had to reach frantically around for something to hold on to. Cause if she didn’t she might just lose her mind in the process. Her eyelids remained tightly shut and her head was throwing around left and right, trying her best not to black out of this intense pleasure.

Tiffany: ‘I’m cumming again!’

It was the third time she cried out, but Andrew could not feel any difference, since she was already so tight around him. His dick pistoned in and out of her, stimulating the G-spot with every move, until he gave in and gave up holding in.

Andrew: ‘I have to cum this time.’

This time?! Does it mean he had been controlling all these while? Tiffany nodded and let her legs fall off his shoulders. Andrew continued ramming his rod into her overheating tunnel and as his climax approached, he pulled out of her quickly and tried to wade to her face. While he just got his hips over her waist, the shaft disobeyed and shot the powerful get of cream onto her neck, spraying sticky cum over her chin and some onto his blanket which was over her.

Without any more bullets, he got off her body and went to the side of the bed, which Tiffany opened her mouth and he gave her the meat stick as dessert, letting her lick around his shaft before giving his mushroom a hard suck, which fired a projectile, thoroughly emptying the barrel. Along with the remanants Tiff sucked out, was also his last breath of energy and he had to fumble around to get his body back to the bed, on the other side of Tiffany. Panting and heaving, his breath finally caught up with him and he fell asleep naked beside her.

The next morning, Tiffany woke up to an empty house and as she was leaving, a filled form for a new investment plan caught her eyes, and made her day when she saw the 250k cheque lying beside the pile of documents. It wouldn’t be too bad if that was all she had to do to close a deal, right? After all, we’re talking about a 100k commission from the investment policy.

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About You

I am writing this for a female friend, who is in a similar situation like me. In this post, I will be myself, where I am a mirror, that reflects who she is, and hopefully show her that there will be someone who will understand her, no matter how complex she think she is. It has been some time since this blog has any true personal entries, so expect not to comprehend what I type here, for it is for her that this message is intended for.

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You are a sheep in my eyes, that once had nothing to worry about, except your own happiness. And as life went on, you got into relationships, and out of them. Through those experiences, you have redefined happiness into something that seemed indefinable. No ambition for the future, and no knowledge of the past, that was how you were living, carefree to be precise.

All these while alone in Singapore, you had accepted the fact that your ex was the one who brought you to this place, and from then, grew into who you are now. Confused, and for a stronger word, I would use ‘delusional’. Men will be men, having intentions that they cannot lie through, yet strive to convince that they are out there to purely make friends.

For someone like you, with that figure every male could only dreamt of holding, you had no lack of suitors. But at the same time, you are aware of what attracted them, and feels sad guys see you in that light. Having a good figure is your way to separate men from beasts, and as time passed, the rare seemed to be getting rarer.

Gradually, you began clubbing, hanging out with guys to find the one thing I have been telling you – solace. What you truly seek is that hug, that attention, going to you instead of your slender shoulders or slim thighs. It is the feeling of lost, that drove you to jump into the dangerous waters to find that one needle in the haystack. And when you found someone who cared and paid attention to you, you grew to protect and defend your heart that has been battered with failed relationships, creating obstacles that you know not just anyone could pass.

In a way, I would commend you for such maturity, but deep down inside, you are losing faith in yourself, of meeting someone that would cross the hurdles you had naturally formed. You did not blame your ex-boyfriends nor yourself for the numbness you felt. Frankly speaking, you had no idea what had caused it, or what has happened between the old, comfortable feeling ‘you’, and the new fun seeking, heart forgotten ‘you’.

‘Fun’ was the word you gave me when I asked for the word best describing you. And it is the exact opposite that you felt but did not express. To you, fun is an escape, just a partial one that made you feel safer. My favourite phrase was ‘what you don’t know can’t hurt you’, and that was exactly what you did. You don’t know who you are, what you are looking for, what you want. And those unknowns seem to be better than sleeping early, or spending quiet moments, letting those emptiness and mysterious blank thoughts bother you.

You want to find yourself back, but unsure if the old self was better. You had tried reinventing yourself, but too much was lost that you had no foundations to build on. Dressing sexy, looking good, had become your way of getting the attraction back to yourself.

All the time I had chatted with you, it was your confused mind that had many openings to look into. That feeling of fear, uncertainty (towards men who approached you), the lack of foundations (your true principles), were all there. No one had truly tried to understand you, but you had long given up on that, or perhaps just waiting indefinitely for that person to appear. What you tell people, and how you responded when he kissed you, are all part of your heart’s defences to ask you to hold back.

Your heart needed more time than your mind to access the person, and what you can say to others are just part of the off-the-shelf topics your mind prepared. Yes, you have shared what you think and how you felt, but your heart is still trying to catch up and match what you think and how you feel. I can tell that you are holding yourself back. When you’re alone in your room, your heart then showed you what was mismatched, but it was too late. Anyway, you would never share them with just anyone.

There are attempts to slow things down and find yourself, but circumstances are not letting you do it. People asking you out, temptations to drown yourself in music and alcohol, it was a relieve to you that you are still remembered, no matter for what reasons (even lust). So, you skipped the tough part of managing yourself, and hopped into letting people lead you.

I wished I could write more about you, but up till here, what I said above was what I felt about you, and I hope it is as accurate as it can get. There will be grey areas, or even wrong pointers. Before you tell me that is not how you feel or think, give yourself a day, to affirm that particular point(s) are wrong. To me, if I had expressed anything you find wrong, it would mean to me that at least you’ve got that specific thoughts figured out.

Does anyone want to know who she is?

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Misused Appropriately

Finally home after a 6 month attachment overseas, I was home and showered thoroughly. Being 28 and a bachelor, it couldn’t be any more relaxing to be back in my studio apartment facing the Singapore Flyers and the breathtaking scene around it. Normally, I would just be in my underwear but it’s probably time to enjoy some ‘time alone’. I removed my uncomfortable underwear which was actually fitting until I was deployed overseas, working in a district famous for its good food and buzzing night market. Though everything was cheaper in China, the fear of getting any diseases prevented me from tasting their ‘delicacy’.

All these time I was gone, I had given the keys and an access card to a part time cleaner who was a mother of three, who would drop by every Monday to carry out her work. She was very nice Malay lady who would occasionally use my kitchen to cook some food for her family and leave some for me.

A click on the universal remote and the whole house darkened. The blinds on the full glass window parted and I took a moment before jumping into bed, letting my bedsheets run over my neglected dick. Suddenly, a beep on the remote shocked me and I quickly quietened it. For security purposes, I had installed CCTVs in my own house where privacy was not critical (kitchen, living room, balcony), and also motion sensors in the toilets and my own bedroom. It was the only thing I could do while I was away.

The touch screen remote control displayed a live feed from the living room and all I could make out was a slim petite figure, putting something on the sofa, then removing his clothes and putting them on the kitchen. The person then disappeared in the direction of my room as though he knew there would be no one around. Only the cleaner whom I had hired held onto a spare key and access card, and definitely not be working at this hour. Wait.. Don’t tell me..

Lying still on the bed, the bathroom lights came on and I watched a dark skinned woman enter the shower. Being single, alone and as a male, the see-through toilet was a privilege which I indulged when I bought the apartment. After all, who were we not to enjoy when we’re young?

As she began showering with her back facing me, I wore my underwear, slipping a pair of running shorts I’ve placed nearby for my run the next day. I also took my cellphone and fired up the video app, putting it by the table where my lamp was, to make up for the lack of ‘eyes’ despite the few CCTVs I’ve strategically set up in my house.

No matter if she was a thief or friend, she had trespassed. A tap on the remote and the lights of my room came on, making sure she knew I was present. She screamed and grabbed a towel to cover herself. With my finger on the ‘lockdown test’ mode, all the doors in my house immediately activated and the pricy locks did their job.

Me: ‘Who are you?’
Girl: ‘I’m Rosha’s daughter! Let me out!’

Rosha? Who.. Oh! Auntie Rosha. I suddenly recalled the familiar name. She was the Malay lady who had been dusting my house, and the bills did not occur to me that she had been using the water more than what was intended for. The cries in the bathroom shook me out of the daze and I stared blankly at her.

Me: ‘What’s your name? I’ll have to let your mum know.’
Girl: ‘I’m Tika! Please don’t let my mum know! She’ll kill me!’

Her fears were real, and adjusted the bedroom lights dim. I unlocked the bathroom door and she ran out to her clothes left on the kitchen counter, and got dressed in the faster speed I’ve seen. There was not a moment I could find to calm her down nor talk to her. But the main door was still tightly bolted.

Me: ‘Tika. Stop. Sit.’

I walked casually to the living room and the TV came on automatically. The noiser environment calmed her down that bit but she was still clutching her bag against her chest. She came towards me and sat at the furthest spot away from me. Tears had been wiped off and she was no longer crying.

Me: ‘I won’t call your mum. But I cannot let you walk out of my house with my keys and access card. How old are you really? Daring enough to come into a stranger’s place.’
Tika: ‘But I have to return these to my mum before 5pm. (Which was the time scheduled to clean my place) If not she’ll find out all the same.’

She then remembered part two of my sentence.

Tika: ‘I’m 21. I have my reasons for using your place. My place is nothing compared to yours, noisy, crowded, and my bed.. ‘

She did not tell me much, although she looked nothing like the age she said she was. Letting a potential thief walk out with my keys was not an option. But I know I could simply change the access codes to render the RFID card useless. Leverage? Perhaps. She began shivering under the air conditioning and that added on to her anxiety.

Tika: ‘What can I do to fix this?’

Me: ‘I don’t know. I don’t need sex.’

Like real I don’t need sex. Her dripping wet hair had made her white cropped t-shirt a little translucent and her rainbow polka dotted bra was gaining my attention. Her skinny jeans only made my eyes roam uncontrollably all over her body. Her dark complexion, against the wet white top, slightly wavy wet hair, slender fingers connected to her slim arms. Her exposed belly revealed a waist as good as any FHM models I ever saw.

Tika: ‘Surely you won’t say no if I am willing right?’
Me: ‘Depends?’

I went to the fridge only to find it empty, and had to divert the awkwardness to the cupboards above which had a bottle of Cordon Bleu I bought at the duty-free shop at the airport. I poured myself a cup and held the bottle towards her, which she nodded to it as well. Taking both the bottles in my hand, I gently let the glasses sit on the glass table. A few sips, and I was high already. Quite a disgrace for someone my age not to be able to hold my liquor.

She cautiously placed her bag on the floor and came beside me, collecting her glass at the same time and swallowed a mouthful. Is that mouthful right for a start? I had no idea. She emptied the glass and returned it to the table, before resting her hand on my sleeping dragon. She worked her fingers over it and felt the warmth gathering under my shorts.

Tika: ‘Let me off this time?’

My eyes remained close as my turning head rested on the sofa. She pulled the stretchy waist band and I lifted my hips enough for her to lower my shorts. The tingle she sent up my spine when her fingers came in contact with my skin was almost too much to take. I knew I had to be careful. The surveillance was still recording. The next thing I felt was her mouth, over my cleanly shaved regions which took me a long time to mow since I left it to lush when I was overseas.

Her mouth worked tirelessly and I especially loved it when her tongue ran up and down under my shaft, putting in extra effort to suck on the little head. The high got even higher with her blowjob but it wasn’t enough to make me cum, I never did came before with a mouth, but she was just this close.

Breathless, she took a break and looked at me while I gave her a contented expression. A raise of my eyebrow sent a clear message to her that she understood immediately – ‘is that it?’ She stood up in front of me by my feet and wriggled her tight jeans to the floor. Her childish PowerPuff girls panties almost made me question her maturity with a laugh but thankfully, it did not stay long in front of me. She had stepped out of it and placed it on the same stretch of sofa I was on.

Me: ‘Your top?’

Taking her shirt off could be better for her too, since she was shivering earlier, and the wetness of it could give her a cold. She pulled the crop top off and only the bra was left. Obviously, her small boobs in her bra was not something she was proud of, but I secretly had a fetish for it.

Tika climbed over me and finally blocked the senseless TV shows that was airing at such wee hours. She held my dick from the back and lowered herself while trying to contain the little pain from expanding her slit. She was over me in a few seconds and started riding, bouncing her concealed boobs up and down. Irresistibly, I grabbed her bra and yanked it high enough for me to suck on her nipples, which she gave her first moan and moved even faster.

Not quite a fan of thigh slapping position, I got her up and faced her towards the flat screen, with a push at the back of my knees, the sofa nudged backwards and I gained more space. I stood firmly on the ground while she bent over the table, careful not to place too much weight on it. I jerked her hips towards me and my dick dived right back inside her.

This time, there was no need for formalities. I thrust my hips hard, sinking my dick deep and fast into her, which she could only respond by moaning enough louder. After a few poundings, she stood slightly straighter and her bent elbows reminded me her pair of breasts were as sensitive. I held her firmly and kept going for as long as the clocked ticked loudly.

I shifted her body sideways towards the sofa and she got on it after a little adjustment, which I inconvenienced her by wanting to keep myself inside. Knowing her knees and body were well cushioned, I went at my fastest rhythm and the urge to cum finally greeted.

Me (groaning): ‘I’m cumming!’

Well, there would not be any repercussions if I did cum inside her, since she was not supposed to know me at all. But better not take the risk. I pulled out of her and went to her face. She had slumped onto the couch still in doggie style but her body was in no more position to work. I knelt on the empty space of the sofa with one knee and aimed my pee hole at her mouth. If she opened, it would end nicely, but if she didn’t react in time, she might need another shampoo wash.

Her weak mouth opened slightly and I forced my way in, right in the nick of time to pump out the few weeks of load which I had not bothered to jerk them out. The pulses along my shaft really took out whatever energy I had and successfully filled her mouth close to the brim, though I suspect her tongue was in the wrong position to make me seemed to have stored so ‘much’.

Once done, I pinched her nose naughtily and watched as she swallowed what I gave her as punishment, before breathing heavily for air. A smile broke onto my face and I made my way to the bathroom to wash up. Taking my time in the shower, I walked in on her with one of her hand in between her legs and I gave her a smile.

Shyly, she retracted her hand and sobered. I handed her a towel and she cleverly knew what I meant. I went back to my bed after she entered the shower and had a feast visually in my bedroom. By then, I’ve packed her clothes and moved it to my room, at the corner of the queen sized bed.

Tika: ‘Where’s my other clothes?’
Me: ‘In the wash.’

I’ve thrown her bra and jeans into the washing machine and it would be cleaned and dried before daybreak. Tika put on whatever was left, her crop top and panties, and climbed into my bed, with an invisible boundary she set up. I could totally understand her need to protect herself emotionally and decided that the best move was not to try anything more.

But! The boundary was soon disregarded, as I felt her mouth on my dick again, just as the sunlight shone into my room through the large windows.