Halfway through the nap in my drunken stupor, I felt a hand on my wrist that endearingly pulled me into a chest, whose bosoms I didn’t recognise. Though for one, I was mostly surrounded with new faces, exception being my sister whom I think only invited me out of politeness. Without giving much thoughts to…Continue readingAlcohol-fueled
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Itchy Hand
‘Daddy, can I give you a massage?’ ‘Sure.’ I replied while lying chest-down in the bed, back completely sore after six hours of uncomfortable bus ride. Without looking at her, I just tilted my head across the pillow and felt her hands on my back, applying pressure at random places. ‘Dad, your shirt.’ She had…Continue readingItchy Hand
Unplanned Journey
Like a clueless doe wandering into a field of hungry lioness, the momentary pause-in-time duly portrayed the temptation of a young, fresh piece meat. The way she turned heads, could only be described by how (quickly) iron-fillings react to a magnet in its midst. ‘这里有人坐吗?’ Translation: Is anybody sitting here? Once I shook my head…Continue readingUnplanned Journey
Knitted Too Closely
You could say that I wasn’t actually thinking, when I made out with the figure lying next to me in bed. The glasses of wine I had at my sister’s best friend’s wedding rendered me so weak, that I didn’t do anything else but stripped down to my boxers the moment I stepped into my…Continue readingKnitted Too Closely
(Jen asked cheekily) ‘So what will you be doing tonight?’ ‘Sleep? Maybe watch a movie on my tablet.’ (In her doubtful tone) ‘Sure? Not find girls to massage you?’ ‘No. I’m pretty tired already. We’ve walked so much today.’ With a grin of disbelief on her face, Jen shifted herself closer to me until my…Continue readingOffense