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Ace

This entry is written in the point-of-view of a female. Any similarities to real life events are purely coincidental.

It was the final paper of my poly term, and was also the most feared one. No matter how much I studied or even scored, I knew it was impossible to ace that module. Well, I was partly to be blamed for not paying attention and handing homework up in time. It was only during a career fair that I realised how important it was. Fuck me. I completed the paper with about an hour left on the clock and left the examination hall. It was do or die for me.

As I headed towards the main exit of the school, Mr. Tang, the head for the module, was walking in front of me. Our class was lucky to have him teach us, but I just didn’t notice the gravity of it until earlier.

Me: ‘Hey Mr. Tang!’
Mr. Tang: ‘Hi Sherry. Finished your paper so soon? How was it?’
Me: ‘Yeah. The paper was alright. But I’m more worried about my overalls.’
Mr. Tang: ‘Haha. You should not worry. Your projects and common tests turned out better than I expected.’
Me: ‘But is it enough to get me a distinction?’
Mr. Tang: ‘That I’m not so sure. You really want it badly huh?’
Me: ‘Yeah. I would do anything to get it, but I think it’s too late already.’
Mr. Tang: ‘Haha. As long as your final results is not out, there’s a chance. Going home?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Just at Ang Mo Kio.’
Mr. Tang: ‘I can give you a lift. It’s near as long as it’s Ang Mo Kio.’

We got into his car and while he arranged his belongings and packed his boot, I was thinking of what could be the last thing I could do for my results? That module could be the crucial one in getting me a Diploma with Merit. He hopped into the driver’s seat and I directed him to a carpark.

Mr. Tang: ‘Wow! The apartments here are quite atas eh. Lucky you.’

Me: ‘Haha. I think you can afford it easily with your pay lo.’

I placed my iPad by the side and unbuckled my seatbelt. It was awkward as I was taking my time to convince myself to cross the line. Fuck it. I leaned over to him and placed my hand on his thigh. Slowly gliding it up his work pants, I swallowed hard before making eye contract with him.

Me: ‘I need the credit very badly. I hope you can do something for me.’

I adjusted my position to face him and pulled his neck toward me. Planting a kiss on his coarse lips, he did not reject and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. It was late evening and the sky was still bright, but the street lamps had not come on yet, so it was kind of a countdown to get the grades I needed.

With our lips still locked, my hand reached for his zip and opened the gate to his inner desires. I felt the warmth of his dick behind his underwear and wriggled deeper to go under that piece of cloth to his raw meat. Lady luck grinned as I accidentally yanked him out too roughly for a breather.

Mr. Tang: ‘Umm!’

He exclaimed the ache as it bounced out.

Me: ‘Oops.’

I bent my body down to give it a peck for my clumsiness and pushed his shaft up my closely sealed lips. Saliva flowed naturally as my head was facing downwards, flooding my mouth as I introduced the piece of warm stick into my body. He clicked on the lever to lower his seat and I diligently worked hard to suck on his rod. There was no turning back, either I do a good job this time and leave him a happy man, or risk everything if I left him high and dry.

Soon, I felt his fingers running through my poorly highlighted hair, scratching against my scalp. The pressure of both his hands pressing me onto his groin was getting harder as I relaxed my lips. He had to make me go faster. Within a few more strokes, his hands took over the tempo and pushed me up and down rhythmically. Tears were rolling down uncontrollably since I had not done this for anyone before, letting myself be so dominated with control.

I knew it would be enough to let him consider changing my grades, but ‘consider’ wasn’t good enough. I stopped by holding his thighs and lifting my head up to catch my breath. He too, was taken a little aback after noticing the streaks of tears.

Mr. Tang: ‘You alright?’
Me: ‘Hmm.’

I nodded. I climbed to his backseat and I was sure he caught a glimpse of my translucent g-strings under my skirt. The skirt I wore was those loose type, which was not as constricting as those body hugging ones. I sat behind the passenger seat and took my strings off, the next move of touching myself was the most humiliating act I’ve ever done for someone. Mr. Tang did not spend too much time watching me either. He climbed to the back and reached for my pussy, sliding his hand against my inner thigh.

To be frank, I was turned on. Many guys had tried to hook me up, in fact, hook any girls with my figure up, but only a few showed respect. Being 19 and a little underweight, I took it to my pride to dress nice and even put on make up, just to see who would know me beyond my looks. I had only A cups breasts, but apparently that did not turn any guys off. I still kept up dressing a little flirty, often with thin or revealing tops, with designer laced or printed bras, along with skirts that ended above my mid-thighs. Once in a while, I would give those up and just slip on a dress that could allow people to peek at what I wore underneath in the right light. I enjoyed the attention, and thankful for the wisdom of girls my age had – against guys’ unspoken intentions.

To me, Mr. Tang was gentle, understanding and definitely kind up to this point in time, for letting his student try fighting for better marks till the last moments. I lifted my legs without my heels onto the seat while he undid his belt and loosened his pants to his thighs. Positioning myself towards him, I lay on the seat with my knees up since that was what the space in his car allowed. He held my legs for support while he shifted himself closer. Sitting upright, I reached between my thighs for his dick and gasped at its sheer size.

It had grown since I finished sucking. The girth was not what I would expect to penetrate me. I was no longer a virgin since I discovered masturbating through fingering. And through my years of seeking sexual satisfaction, allowed a guy in secondary school to fuck me at a staircase during our meet at his area. Mr. Tang was just number two, and considered to be a vital investment for my life.

He poked his dick in and I closed my eyes, not in disgust, but rather to treat that session as lightly as possible, after all, it was my body that was in the deal. Sadly or not, I could picture the penetration behind my closed lids. I could feel it widening the opening of my pussy, spreading those thin slices of labia apart, slipping into me with no means of control. His pulse resonated, his veins kept throbbing, the grooves of his ‘mushroom’ formed the mould of my vagina to fit him. He is big.

With no time to lose, he began thrusting his dick into me, sending the waves of pleasure up my head. I was going blank and hot. My body was perspiring with sex and his top was soaked as well, droplets of cold sweat hit my stomach and with no effort (and that explained how desperate I was), I cummed really hard and release a subtle stream of juice onto his seat. Immediately after that, the second orgasm hit me since I was tighter after the first, his manhood felt even bigger although he did not do anything but thrust. The juices just could not stop flowing.

He pulled out of me and mouthed ‘I’m cumming‘. I sat up and helped him closer to me. Pushing his chest gently, he laid on his back on the seat. I got up and climbed over him. With one of my legs still on the seat, I lowered my pussy over his dick and sat still.

Me: ‘I haven’t felt something so filling in a long time. Let me play with you k? Just keep still.’

I slowly grind my hips forward and back on his tummy, feeling higher as his dick which was pointing forward stroked my G-spot. I admit I went really slow, but it felt great. My juices were dripping onto his groin, down his balls and again, onto his seat. Then, I paused and undid the last few buttons of my top, before pulling my tube bra down to my waist and bent over him. His mouth quickly found its way up the shirt and over my nipple, sucking and nibbling on it. I especially love it with that bit of pain added to the pleasure. I felt my pussy tighten and he groaned that ever once.

I got off him and squatted at the space between the passenger seat and the back seat. Though it was cramp, I was considered small-size and could still reach his dick with my mouth and sucked on it. Watching his expression, I knew his urge to cum had died down and was disappointed.

Me: ‘I’ll make you cum with my mouth.’

He smiled reluctantly and I threw my skirt over his face. He closed his eyes and covered his mouth and nose with my skirt, while I went down on him. This time, my head was directly 90 degrees over his shaft. I pushed my head down and his hands quickly came to assist in getting me to go deeper. I took a deep breath through my nose and bounced my head off his hips, pushing and lifting my head hard and violently.

The tip of his penis reached to the back of my throat and gagged, but I managed to swallow with every thrust. My body had learned and adapted. My neck was tired but not his hands, helping me to push myself back down as I lifted my head. His legs were twitching in vain to cope with the pleasure, and the rod in my mouth just kept getting hotter. I made sure to keep my tongue close against his shaft while it went in and out. Flooding with saliva, my mouth finally gave in and opened, dripping the oral lubricant over his dick as he took over my head once again.

Thrusting his hips in my stagnant position, he went faster than I could handle and choked for a while, until he was about to cum. I quickly lifted myself up from the squat and once again sat over him, but this time, I bounced. I bounced really hard while squeezing my pussy and he watched with an open mouth as he felt his ball-load of sperm got extracted into my pussy of vacuum. It was hot from the speed, and the wetness from my saliva just made it more sensitive as I kept bouncing lightly with the squirting of his cum into me.

Finally, he let his head fall onto the seat and I knew it was over. But was it really over? As in.. nevermind. I got up and took a few pieces of tissue before he lifted his legs up for me to sit. I kept my legs opened to watch in case any bit of his cum leaked out. Mr. Tang was opposite me, watching my curious expression and the gapping of my pussy. I was trying hard to keep it inside me but still, a few droplets escaped. I wiped myself and my mouth, arranged my hair and wore my skirt back. He got off the backdoor and went back to his seat at the front, giving me the privacy I needed. I was done quickly and left the backdoor too, before reaching into the side window of the front passenger seat.

Me: ‘Mr. Tang, you can keep these.’

I handed him my lacy black g-strings and tube bra, grabbed my iPad and bag from the front. He handed me his namecard with his private number too and reminded me that he was married, and would appreciate if I could exercise discretion.

After that, we texted for a while before he sent another more formal text.

Mr. Tang (SMS): ‘There are a few days before the results will be out. During then, I would like you to come to school and help out with some stuff. I will send you home whenever you come.’

A second SMS followed quickly.

Mr. Tang (SMS): ‘By the way, you are expected to report to my office everyday during this long holiday until your results are out.’

Looks like I had guaranteed my results for my poly life. Of course, during the forty or so days we met, we explored many places of the school and even had quite a few romps in his house, wearing his wife and daughter’s lingerie, pounding away in front of their couple photo on the bed. He even called me by his daughter’s name, since I was her age, and had her physique.

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Thank you

Hey hey! It’s J here! And I would like to thank a seemingly random person, but she is the one who truly showed me the right way to form English sentences. She is none other than my English teacher from the secondary school I spent 5 years in. After I retained in Secondary 3 (express), she had become my teacher at a subject we speak, write and abuse everyday. Sure, grammer, vocabulary, who cares as long as we are understood? Singlish worked fine in Singapore.

I remembered it was a composition test and no, I did not try writing erotic stories cause it’s just a fine line between psychotic and pervertic, and both would get me sent to the same place, either IMH or unlimited counselling. So I got my paper back and the spelling and grammer was pretty much non-existent. But these long lines of.. ____|‾‾‾‾ appeared all over my texts. I was so confused. So I asked.

Me: ‘Miss Lim, what does these lines meant?’
Ms. Lim: ‘Your sentence structure is wrong.’
Me: ‘But but.. how is it wrong?’

Then lesson ended and for the first time, I wanted to find out what the heck did I learn. When we speak, phrases are formed so quickly and naturally that we do not bear much thoughts to them. People understanding what you wrote does not mean you wrote it well. Taking the previous sentence, the other structure could be ‘Writing well does not necessarily mean people understanding the same message you tried to send’. Making things easier to understand does not mean you did a good job.

I found her after school and she explained through a few examples on how to rephrase, and that secret part of my language mind was unlocked that instant. From then on, I loved writing, proof-reading, and rewriting the whole thing again in a much much more smooth and flowing method. It had become an obsession when you can see two other ways in every existing solutions.

So with that, I am who I am today, writing this kind of.. art? Haha. Thank you Miss Lim. You might not even know who I am, but if these three initials make sense to you, then you are the lady I want to thank. LYW. I still don’t write very well, and my site is wordy, yet the 1.5k readers still supported me daily. All I have is gratitude to Miss Lim, and all you people out there. I know you don’t like to give me money, neither are you guys very rich. So, just keep reading in a form of supporting yeah?

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Sex keeps me fit and healthy. What can be better than that? It’s not about crazy diets or gym workouts. – Kelly Brook
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Treat for Treat

Anne and Shelia were fresh gradates working in the same company, an oil rig architecture design firm that paid them well. After the group of new employees return from an OBS camp, most of them made their way home to rest before work resumed. Shelia’s parents were out of the country, and having no one to company her, she decided to crash at Anne’s place for the night. As expected of an all girls night, they bought bags of chips and drinks before heading home for the evening.

Though they were fresh graduates, they were both close to 25 and possessed great figure from their participation in their former school’s sports club. Anne was a mix blood from her Malay and Chinese parents and Shelia, a pure Chinese. As well-to-do as they were, the two girls stayed away from clubs and alcohol, focusing on very decent hobbies. For that night, a 6 pack cans of beer was a treat and probably for a wild night of gossips and play.

The girls changed into their sleep wear, with Anne in her long shirt and Shelia in her lacy white baby doll, the night had just begun. Surfing the web and blasting music with a bit of dancing here and there, they soon got a bit tipsy from the drinks and laid in bed chatting. It was only 10pm, and Shelia decided to explore her room. Checking out drawers of sexy lingerie, laughters and giggles echoed, till she was found quiet with an opened box in her hands.

Anne: ‘That’s my secret stash of toys. Bring it here?’

Shelia brought it to the bed and listened attentively as she was introduced to them one by one, with explanation to their use.

Anne: ‘You want to try this?’

In her hand was a tiny bullet, with a rubber button at the base. She clicked on it and it buzzed.

Shelia: ‘Umm okay.. what do I do?’

Anne: ‘Just lie back and relax. Close your eyes.’

Shelia leaned on the headboard and rested her body. She could feel Anne opening her legs wider, and then guiding the toy from her calf up to her knees, then crossed over to her inner thighs and finally, it rested on her panties. The vibration caused an involuntary response to feel warmer and cold at the same time. It was the sense of uncertainty. Anne’s finger then adjusted her panties to the side and the toy landed in direct contact on her clit. As it buzzed silently, her’s mind went whiter and whiter, getting driven up to the skies by the toy.

Shelia took the pillow next to her and covered it in front of her chest, while instinctively spreading her legs wider. She had touched herself before, but it was not this strong, not to this extend. Suddenly, Anne held her ankles and pulled her to the center of the bed. She quickly lifted her knees up and licked on her wet pussy. The touch of something soft and moist (Anne’s tongue) was something new and it felt really good, really intimate. The tip of her tongue went up and down across her slit, poking deep on her clit at times. How she wished Anne could turn into a guy then and take her virginity. That piece of thought wasn’t too far from what was about to happen.

Anne: ‘Have you had sex before?’

Shelia: ‘No. But I do finger myself.’

Anne: ‘Good enough.’

She took her middle finger and pushed it into her love hole. Being wet and ready, her body accepted the foreign finger with glee and further relaxed her body. As Anne began to finger her, her nipples were hardening to the limit. Never she had expected to be so turned on by another female, it felt right in all the places. Maybe it’s true that only a girl will know another best.

After a while, Shelia had an intense orgasm that made her missed her breath and gasped as she recovered from it.

Anne: ‘Nice?’

Shelia: ‘Yeah. But Anne, I don’t know how to do it for you.’

Anne: ‘It’s okay. I have something we can enjoy together.’

With that said, she reached into the box and took out the longest toy inside. It was a red transparent silicon double headed dildo. About an inch and a half thick, and a forearm long. She took the tip of the toy and carefully placed it an inch inside her friend. That toy would be big for her, and that would also be why the both of them would enjoy it fine.

Anne took her time to glide it in and out, increase the depth of the toy going inside Shelia bit by bit. Shelia’s legs were at their maximum and would not go wider. The sensation of getting filled by a rubber toy was so fulfilling that she might just cross the line and get addicted.

Anne: ‘Does it hurt?’

Shelia covered her mouth shyly with the pillow and shook her head. Soon, it was close to five inches inside her. Anne took her place in front of her and spread her legs as well, before sliding the other end into herself. She could take the same length without much effort, since she was already wet from turning her partner on. Gesturing to join their hands, the girls interlocked their fingers and Anne pulled her close. It was as close as fucking that Shelia had felt. Her hips kept thrusting towards Anne and satisfied her body’s desired to get as much length into her as possible.

With her mind blanked, her body took over and kept going until she cummed really hard, this time shooting a jet of liquid onto Anne’s body. Instead of stopping, Anne went faster till she climaxed and sprayed a similar load of cum onto Shelia too. They were both soaked and exhausted.

Anne: ‘We’re not done yet.’

Shelia watched as she crossed her legs, and followed suite. Both in doggie position, they moved their bodies backwards to each other to resume fucking the double headed toy. This time, it took lesser time for the two of them to reach orgasm and unloaded another splash onto the sheets. Two rounds later, they collapsed onto the bed without a word exchanged.

Shelia had fallen asleep with the toy inside her and Anne couldn’t help but smile as she pulled the toy out of her, freeing the trapped juices of Shelia’s pussy. Cuddling together, they slept till daybreak.

The aroma of breakfast woke Shelia up and she stayed in bed till Anne appeared through the door. She was naked, but it didn’t bothered Shelia too much. Anne climbed onto the bed and served the breakfast, after which, she reached into another box below her bed. Flipping the cover away, she took out another rubber toy, two headed as well, but in a different angle. One was facing upwards with a smaller limb pointing in the same direction, and the other head was 90 degrees down, pointing at Shelia.

Anne lifted one leg onto the bed and took the upward facing dick in, and let the other one bounce freely between her legs. For a moment, she appeared to have – a dick. After grabbing a few bites off the sandwich, Shelia put away the tray and opened her legs for Anne. Taking the next level in missionary, Anne gave a quick massage to her clit and Shelia automatically spread her pussy lips for entry.

Anne took her time to let the full length go into Shelia and began the real breakfast. Thrusting her hips hard and deep, Anne could not resist moaning and Shelia got influenced too. The two girls were fucking with a unique strap on and they were enjoying each other thoroughly. Shelia again lost in the orgasm game and shot her juices all over while Anne took a few more seconds of fast paced thrusting to reach hers, wetting the damp sheets.

During that period of rest, Shelia took over Anne and placed the dildo into her, waited for a while before Anne gathered enough energy to turn over.

Shelia: ‘This time, you’ll be my little bitch.’

She rammed the toy right into her pussy and kept going without letting the pleasure build up to have a chance to rest. Holding Anne’s hips firmly, she made sure she went all the way and made Anne fire her load after just a few minutes of doggie. She kept pushing deep into her and while Anne already clocked one climax, the two of them was on time for the second.

Coincidentally, the two of them screamed out ‘Fuckkk..‘ as the speed went as fast as their bodies could and a beautiful display of fountain washed their bodies again. The final orgasm was so hard that they were thrashing around in bed even after removing the dildo. Crawling lifelessly, they snuggled under the drier blanket and hugged while kissing passionately.

This would not turn them into lesbians, but they knew they had each other to turn to when guys failed them. Looks like those toys found a higher purpose in these two ladies’ lives.

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Ice Cream

*Knock knock*

Alvin opened the door after coming down hastily from his two story apartment. After all, who would be knocking at his door at 9pm if not for something important.

Girl: ‘Would you like to buy some ice cream? It’s a new product from our company.’

Alvin gave her a ‘-_-‘ look and she knew it was another failed attempt. Adeline had started doing this for a little extra income but the lack of guts left her with a huge box of unsold ice cream that would be melting in no time.

Girl: ‘Please sir? Just one or two would be fine. I really need to clear this by tonight.’

Doing door-to-door sales in the maze of private estates, she must be at her wits end. He stepped out of the house and opened the styrofoam box, only to discover a hole out of the crateful of Walls. Pity kicked in and he knew he had to help in one way or another.

Alvin: ‘How much is one box?’

Girl: ‘Just S$10. But I’ll give it to you for just S$8.’

Alvin: ‘S$8? Are you cutting out your own commission?’

Girl: ‘I have no choice. I bought the box of 40 for S$7.80 each. If I don’t sell it, I will have to finish them myself.’

He invited her in and made her wait while he went to the kitchen where he kept his petty cash. After a minute of casual talk, he found out her name and age, Adeline, 17. She was still schooling, and lived at the block nearby. Well, how much could he help her out with?

Alvin: ‘You only sold one so far right? That makes it 39 more to go. I think you should just continue tomorrow. It’s dangerous for you alone.’

He had taken longer than usual to find small notes as he was a man who usually made his purchases with credit cards. Finally, he took five pieces of S$100 note and gave it to her. It was the least he could do, and it was still considered to be ‘petty expenditure’.

Adeline: ‘Really?! Sir! You don’t have to.’

Alvin: ‘I insist. But can you help me put it in my fridge? Luckily I have two to keep all these.’

He pulled the trolley into the kitchen while she kept the cash in her wallet. As he was packing, she suddenly came up to him and hugged him from behind. She was no doubt, in tears.

Adeline (sobbing): ‘This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me. All the other guys who saw me either rejected or offered me money for something else. Thank you!’

He stood up and she released her grip on him. The box of tissue was within reach and he pulled two out for her. Without warning, she jumped on him and laid on his shoulders. Being a gentleman, he carried her in that position to the living room sofa and waited for her to get down, holding a box of ice cream in his hands.

Alvin: ‘I don’t know if this works but could you stop crying if I gave you an ice cream?’

She held onto his neck and gently kissed behind his ears. Would you say a woman’s tears is any man’s weakness? Cause it definitely was Alvin’s. With the wet kisses, he felt uncomfortable in his shorts and Adeline felt it for sure. However, her age of 17 made it dangerous for him to go any further. She let herself down but held on his waist, while shifting one of her hands to his bulge, squeezing them for any reaction – a twitch.

With that one hand, she pulled his fly open and reached in, massaging his rod that was exposed without underwear, normal in his casual dressing at home. It sprang out after some fiddling and Adeline fell onto the sofa, still holding onto his rod.

Alvin: ‘Lin, stop.’

She ignored his command and went straight for his head, sucking on it hungrily. Her sobbing had stopped, and it was only the slurping sound that was heard. Not intending to let him go, she gave him a few strokes of deep throat and he stumbled onto the unoccupied space of the couch. It was too much for him to take, even though he was so much older and bigger than her.

Bending almost 180 degrees to give him head, her mouth stayed glued to his member while opened the box of ice cream he placed on the table nearby and took a cone out. Rubbing the cream over the tip of his penis, Alvin gave in and moaned from the cold. She was coating his dick with the delicious dessert. After she was done, she took a mouthful of the wet cream from the cone and went down on him again, giving him a taste of her first cryo-blowjob. On and on she went, with no signs of tiredness. In fact, she was smiling inside knowing what this man did for him.

She removed the strings under her denim skirt while he was still enjoying her mouth. It was a sacrifice Alvin’s instinct could not fight. He had already lost his senses to her skills and it was just a matter of time before he released his load.

Pressing on his chest with her body weight, she moved her skirt over his last stand. Alvin regained his composure slowly and managed to catch the sight of her rubbing whatever melting cream onto her pussy. She then slowly lowered herself over him which was right in-the-spot, and fuss-free. Adeline was all wet and eager to please this man who gave her the emotional satisfaction she was seeking from a simple styrofoam box of ice cream.

Her hips began to move forward and back, making squishing noises as her pussy got impaled by his size. It was another mind-fuck as the coldness came in contact with his hot rod. Adeline’s eyes were already rolling backwards with him filling her up over and over again with each thrust. Rocking non-stop, Alvin’s attempt to regain control succeeded and he sat up with her still on top.

Alvin: ‘Lin, stop!’

She wasn’t listening, she wasn’t even in his house though she’s on top of him. Her mind was elsewhere beyond reach. The number of orgasms had lost count of themselves since there was no prominent tightness or extra juices that signalled she was high.

Lifting her up with a heave, he threw her on the synthetic fur carpet on the floor and pulled out of her. As Adeline’s soul returned, Alvin rammed hard into her once again, sending her into a series of yells and screams while her sore pussy got treated to a wilder and higher state of trance. With the sudden hold of control over her, he hammered hard into her slit and counted down to his own climax.

Adeline slowly lost grip of his arms and fell into limbo, but it was just in time Alvin had to finish himself.

Alvin: ‘Adeline, come back.’

She woke up shaken in a daze and saw him sitting on the sofa while helping her up.

Alvin: ‘Some warm dessert for you?’

Adeline smiled and understood what he meant. She knelt on the soft fur and dived straight for the meat stick, gagging and choking herself with deep throats until he held her head down on his shaft. A huge package of hot cream sprayed into her throat and she just swallowed continuously, until it was firing blanks.

Very gently, she lifted her head and maintained a light suction, to extract whatever remnants in his pipe. Licking the area around his shaft, she made a good clean up job and rested on his thigh. Alvin was lying back on the sofa, resting while she continued to sip on whatever ‘dew’ that was forming on the tip.

Adeline: ‘I think the boxes of ice cream you left outside had melted.’

Alvin: ‘Nevermind that, I’ve just had something better than all the ice cream in the world.’

She sat beside him and adjusted her shirt. Taking off her bra from beneath, she placed it on his coffee table and left him her number too, in case he wanted more ice cream. An hour later, Alvin woke up from the nap and found the goodies Adeline left on the table.

Alvin (SMS): ‘How about having an ice cream every night from now on?’