Author: J

Remember the earlier entry with the short moaning clip? I am sure you guys do. Anyway, here is a formal introduction of Nicole, with information she provided through our email correspondence. She is 18 this year (2013), and just completed her O levels. Coming from a Normal Academic stream, I was very surprised when she achieved a 9 points. I know it is a usual stereotype that ought to get scolded for, but I think it was a job well done for her.

Like most students waiting to enter their next phase of study, I could not help but ask what was her plans for the next few months of holidays. And as our emails got longer and longer, I learnt more about her as well. Although she is the only child in her family, her parents did not spoil her but longed for her to be dependent on herself. Apart from looking for a job, she does have a blogshop that sells handmade trinkets. And from her busyness, I would think that her little business was doing well, but upon more digging, I found out that every item she took hours to make, was only sold for S$1 and thereabout, without any transportation or delivery charges. Whether or not it was worth her efforts, she did not really care, since it was something she was good at. It was passion that kept her working.

With the tight financial constraints, Nicole was nothing close to being a shopaholic, but a down to earth and humble girl. Working tirelessly to earn that bit of money for her clothes and occasional indulgence in Japanese food, icy cold Soba noodles and Sashimi dishes being her favourite.

Slowly, I had found myself to be more curious about her background in terms of boyfriends and the intimate details. She was a little shy about revealing those at first, but it was a matter of the right questions that got me my answers. She had two boyfriends up to this point in time, and is single as of now. Her naive and pure heart (just like every girl in the beginning), was marred by the worst experience I had ever heard. Both her ex-boyfriends started out loving and thoughtful, and as time went by, their hormones slowly took over the relationships.

Nicole is someone who would not mind giving her guy more than what he deserved if he treated her well. And with that innocent belief, her two ex-boyfriends took advantage and even resorted to violence to get what they wanted. Of course, at times, she managed to resist giving in to what they wanted (forced oral sex in particular), but escaped by making it up with a sloppy handjob, or breaking down to tears. When I heard of what she went through, I almost wanted to get someone to fix them up. Never in my life I can imagine someone doing such things to the nice young girl who just wanted to find true love. I understand that there are more than imaginable numbers of such incidents, but it does not feel any worse to hear it from someone who’ve been through it herself.

While the most recent guy was the most violent one, she stayed with him the longest. Can you imagine going through all those over and over again, hoping that he would change but get disappointed each time? I feel for her.

Now that everything is over, she is in a way shaped to be wary and protective against men, which is good, but should never had to be taught in that way. Despite the nightmares, she found solace in the comfort and peacefulness of her bed. A second life had been carved out of her nights and the intense yet soothing orgasms had caught up with her. With the freedom and lack of worries and sorrow, a growing addiction to self-pleasure claimed a part of her night life and showed her the other side of intimacy.

As much as she enjoyed the privacy of what she does to relax and escape this ever-moving society, the reality of money and its effect caught up with her. She had contacted me through my site before I asked her if she was interested. We had spoken for a while about my work, but nothing in specific. With a little faith, the playful and curious Nicole took up my offer to give this opportunity a shot, hoping to make that few dollars to help improve her lifestyle. After all, who is she to be denied of those tiny luxuries that every girl deserves?

Starting out with making her voice heard, I will be assisting to edit and host the clips on my site. Moving forward, I am looking to help her clear her stash of normal looking but treasured panties. Since she did not object to the possibility of selling her used panties, why not help the readers to fulfil their desires while giving Nicole a hand.

On my side, ideas are being challenged as a new method is in place to give buyers, more trust and faith in her sincerity. In time to come, you guys will know what I am talking about with the amount of content and media that comes with the tempting piece of lingerie. All I offer, is a chance for you to get closer to her.

I hope you guys will have a better understanding of Nicole from this entry. And perhaps drop her a coin or note to show your support for her openness. Oh. If that doesn’t convince you, at least show her that there are guys out there better than her two ex-boyfriends.

Writing as never been an easy task for me. A lot of things has to be right to even begin. The quietness of the environment, the occasional visual stimuli, the mood has to be just right. Ever since I started out about two years ago, it has been a journey of research, learning and applying the best of my English. And reading my old entries, I could see the little but proud progress I made. A few of you might not think much of the improvement, but having a little is better than none.

I would always choose an environment that is quiet, usually writing at my void deck. It would help to let me travel back in time, and replay every scene that I was about to translate into words. The more difficult part would be putting myself in the female’s shoes and write what she felt, which being a guy, I had no idea of. The cold winds, sometimes rainy nights, or in the light of the sun, that looked so glaring but soothingly warm. I was conditioned to write in that ambience, and one that would not change. At times, writing at home would help, since I had access to my laptop which can multitask, looking up terms to clothing that better described what was worn, and positions that had a few accompanying words I can add. For the rest of the time I wrote below my flat, I did it on my iPad which kept me focused with the lack of multitasking.

Visual stimuli is not to be mistaken as porn, but actually the occasional passing of residents, which some dressed in their best for work, or skimpy for clubs, and just casual to buy something nearby. Watching eyes on me bothered me the least, after all, it is not common to see an iPad working wirelessly with the Apple Wireless keyboard. Apart from the random people that walked by, it was not the most important for me to keep going.

Getting in the right mood is the most tedious part. For a start, if you understand yourself, or guys (for the female readers), you would know that the sensation of ‘sian’ (lethargic or tiredness) after you cummed. Sadly, we (guys) are not tuned to have multiple orgasms without external efforts, so, my energy has to be reserved for the one time release. If a man went without relieve for a long time, you would expect him to feel a little more energetic and willing to make the trip or effort to find someone to help him out or somewhere to release.

Keeping myself controlled and un-cummed is the first step to get into the horny mode to write. Yes, I write when I am turned on, and it helps a lot. It would make me desperate at times to end the story with the cumming part, but it is another thing to hold myself back, and focus on the details that would help you to visualise the scenes and emotions. Putting myself into slo-mo, that was when all the tiny descriptions make up the story.

After that, I will leave it all to my hormones to play the story out, be it recounts or fantasies. Writing is my alternative to masturbation, and since it worked that way, the urge to get myself off was reduced, in turn, generating the stories that you all came to read. Not too bad a life cycle I would say. Cumming in the story is as good as cumming in real life, that is if you guys would ever understand what that means.

Doing research to write seems like lame, since we men know how pleasure felt like. But for the ladies, it is more than just pleasure. It can be guilt, sorrow, the heartbreak, the nightmare. They are more concerned about the whole package instead of just ‘oh yes oh yes. keep going.’ To write unbiased, I had to learn a lot more about them (which I estimate is just the tip of the iceberg) and let their untold emotions be heard. As eager as I am to tell everyone how good the male or female lead is feeling, there has to be more than just the ejaculation that men are looking for, or the climax.

Don’t you feel at times it is just the recognition and approval that you wanted instead of just cumming? Or getting the attention you never received? Or burying the sorrow and sadness in sex? Guilt of doing the wrong things yet enjoying it? There is too much to tell in words, and I am sure the female readers would agree.

In a way, I will never be able to fully express how girls feel through questions and observations, because there are some things that cannot be told, in fact, never be told to men. And just like them, men have their secrets that exists, no matter what the wedding vows would make them pledge, or the thirty years of marriage with beautiful kids they might have, that can never be told.

So, while I keep writing, you guys keep reading, and learn a bit more about the other gender. I understand that as some of you enjoy the rape (for example) stories, others might look at it at a subjective piece of information, letting the judgemental state of mind take over and even feeling unfair or frustrated. There is no way a person can be two gender completely, so, strong topics are often misunderstood if not in the person’s shoes.

Week one of the new year has ended and I am about to begin on my new career at a new company. Do give me your support by reading, or if you are slightly more well to do, can contact me for something I think everyone would need. Just making a living here.