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Little Rachel

As if Rachel’s body had its fill of rest, the gentle glow of incandescent light warmed her sight in red, opening her eyes to the comfortable dim room she stayed in for the night. Between the seams of the thick, blackout curtains, a single line of daylight lit her vision with minimal light.

Her mind had begun cycling through the itinerary for the second day of her visit, but something she bought had prevented the excitement from escaping her drowsy state. Something that caused her to lengthen the ‘night’ from yesterday.

Reaching into a shopping bag on the bedside desk, a brown box contained her much-anticipated spoils from the previous day of shopping. Where she came from, women were glared upon if they were ever spotted entering those shops. But in Singapore, no one could be bothered with anyone unless they themselves would be affected.

A deep purple object came into her sight as she popped the clamshell packaging, taking out the ‘wellness’ aid with an unseen delight. In the same paper bag, a pair of batteries were included and she twisted the end open, dropping one of them into the magic wand of pleasure.

Sleeping in her bra and panties had already made her felt extra sexy, given how much freedom she had travelling alone. Now, seeing that battery-operated toy right in front of her, she could sense her heart pounding loud enough to be heard. Running the cold tip across her belly, she stuck it into her panties only to be stopped by the ‘angel’ inside her.

‘Slowly’, her consciousness reminded her and she slid the palm-length rod along her panties, pressing hard on her cameltoe to awaken her if-not unaware mind. A click of the button right at the rear sent the vibrator buzzing loudly, but she knew better that it was the physical contact that made it seemed so ‘loud’.

For the first time, a continuous wave of pleasant sensation shot through her nether region, quickly getting used to the rhythm in just a minute. Moving the tip up and down, the difficulty of sliding it soon became apparent to her – that she was getting wet. A tiny crease on her panties elevated the sensitivity of her clit, putting a little stiff, soft spot right where she was weakest.

No matter how she moved the toy, mind-blowing electrical pulses were blasting through her spine, clouding her clear mind with guilty-pleasures she was certain was addictive. Another inquisitive click on the power button increased the strength of the buzz, but two more quickly changed her moans to a silent, hoarse one.

The programmed alternate pulses took over the occasional change in pressure she applied on her clit, and even though it had a rhythm, her body just couldn’t predict how her lovely pussy would perceive it. One moment, it was relaxing, the next, her belly was raised and tensed. Rachel pushed the button once more to get a mode she found to be most suitable, and let it rest directly on her clit for a while.

Her panties were unbelievably wet then and her first toy-aided orgasm was coming. It had taken much longer than if she used her fingers, but there was no denying that she was closer to the edge of insanity. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’, those words kept repeating as she whispered her distressed signals for no one to hear.

Her underwear had provided some cushion from the overpowered vibrator, extending her journey to the same outcome of an orgasm. Somehow, it was the toy that showed her a different perspective of sex, and challenged her beliefs that size might actually matter, just like the motorised tool she used.. A compounding effect suddenly sent her legs trembling erractically, panties soaked to the brim as her vagina tightened for an amplified effect.

Holding the tip perpendicular to her pearl of love, her thin thighs slammed shut as her back sank deeper into the mattress, forcing her to turn sideways so she could curl into a ball. The fingers holding the toy held the power button until it turned off, Rachel thanking herself for reading the user manual. Tiny shocks sent her legs twitching, and one of her tucked arms went under her bra for a relaxing massage.

*Knock knock*

The exhausted traveller sat up with a blanket and went to the door, letting the friend she made yesterday into the room. He was the salesman that was respectful and helpful with her purchase, getting her room number as naughty dare for a ‘product demonstration’.

Seeing her flushed face and used toy lying on the bed, he knew better than to ask her if she still needed help. ‘Do you want to accompany me for a walk?’, she asked the quiet boy who was clueless about what to say next. Upon hearing her words, he nodded with an okay and caught the blanket she threw in his lap, admiring the sexy back view walking towards the bathroom.

Did Rachel actually got to it with that guy?

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Celestine’s

Feeling a little down by the lack of passengers for the day, a hand stuck out into the road along Marsiling and I glanced to my rearview mirror for any other cabs that might be snatching my customer. Driving a taxi for so many years, I have seen all sorts of customers, including those that dressed so sexily like this girl.

Me: ‘小妹,去哪里?’

I looked back at her when she told me her address while adjusting herself at the backseats, legs almost spreading wide enough to let me catch an upskirt. Her long bleached hair and her long legs complimented her so well I couldn’t stop staring once she got busy on her phone.

Me: ‘Working so late?’
Girl: ‘Oh. I just ended my tuition. N levels coming.’
Me: ‘I see. What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘Celestine. Why eh?’
Me: ‘No lah. I like to talk with my passengers. Can learn more about the outside world.’
Celestine: ‘Haha. Sorry uncle. I’m a bit tired. I will catch a nap first. Let me know when we reach?’
Me: ‘Ok ok. Can can. Goodnight.’

The seductive straps going around her neck seemed like a halter neck bra and it made her thin shoulders stand out. I kept driving till we reached the place she stated, hardly and residential buildings to be called home.

Me: ‘Umm.. Celestine?’

I turned to her and nudged her knees before she opened her eyes wearily. She looked out of the windows and a frantic look appeared.

Celestine: ‘Where are we?’
Me: ‘Look out at the pole. It’s the road you said.’
Celestine: ‘It’s not here leh.’
Me: ‘Huh? Where else have this road? You want to call and check? It’s a long way in and I still need to pick up other customers. How much money do you have?’

I bombarded her with the standard questions when faced with customers who gave wrong addresses to hinder our long hours of work. It wasn’t easy to make money in this times and although she didn’t looked like those kind who would intentionally tell me a wrong address, I was still hours away from ending my shift.

Celestine: ‘My mother only gave me S$10. Can drive me out of here and I find my way home?’
Me: ‘Girl, cannot lah. S$10 not enough to cover my gas, still want me to drive you out? Just give me what you have and alight here.’

A frightened face looked at me and we spoke in a heated tone, arguing about me cheating her and even wanting to drop her at some secluded area. After five minutes of pointless debate, I was out of ideas about how to settle this without intimidating her further.

Me: ‘不然这样,你给我看看,摸摸你的小妹妹,我就送你回家。’
Celestine: ‘你。。没别的办法吗?’

My patience was running out and I did not say anything. After a few minutes of rummaging her bag for money, she replied in a soft voice, ‘好吧。’ Finally, we were heading somewhere and I took off to a multi-storey carpark nearby.

She did not speak a word when I got out of my door to join her in the back. Her bag was placed away from us and I sat behind the front passenger seat while she hid behind the driver’s.

Me: ‘Come, don’t waste time. Open your legs.’

She turned herself to face me and left one leg on the floor while the other got on the seat. I slid my hands along her thighs and reached for her panties, except that it was only a tiny string that kept her decency in place. Tugging the g-string off her legs, I tucked it between the backrest and raised her dress to her waist.

She held it for me and I focused my attention on the curved mould between her legs. Carefully splitting her pussy apart, I found her clit and rubbed on it forcefully, feeling her body tremble as I masturbated for this young looking girl.

Me: ‘How old are you?’
Celestine (whispering): ‘Sixteen.’
Me: ‘Sensitive body huh?’

I repositioned my finger at her pussy and waited for her to nod before pushing my way into the wet hole. A sharp gasp was heard and I had to undo my pants while I rammed my fingers into her. Her moans couldn’t get any sexier when I increased my speed, sending her into orgasms while my dick got more excited about instigating her to do things while she was high.

As she was slouching opposite me, the juices that coated my fingers seemed so tantalising. I kneeled in front of her and went down to taste this sweet, young thing, flicking her clit in my mouth as I slurped up her juices.

I did not stop till her back arched upwards and released yet another wave of yummy juices, signalling the end of her enjoyment. How could she be the person to be having fun right? Once she was out of breath from the climax, it was time for her to ‘pay’ the fare.

Me: ‘Come. Help me out.’

I leaned against the passenger door while she bent over to my dick. She used some of her saliva to lubricate her hands and proceeded to jerk me. My dick was so close to her face that I wanted to just force her head down but it was risky for me to be doing that to a 16 year old.

Having no choice, her hand was all I could ask for and she just kept pumping while breathing in the manly scent from my day’s long of driving. I closed my eyes and just kept groaning as her hand went faster. It was truly a good time for me to relieve myself after working for so many years without a chance to do such things with my passengers.

About five minutes later, I could feel my urge coming but I did not want her to know. Smiling at the busy girl, she jolted up when the first load blew into her face and my cum continued to spray over her fingers as she held it in shock.

Quickly, I grabbed her g-string to clean my cum off her hand and stuffed it into her bag that was behind me.

Me: ‘You’re good with your hands.’
Celestine: ‘Can we go now?’

I zipped my pants up and went into the driver’s seat, started the taxi and drove out of the carpark. From the mirror, I could see her picking out her underwear and rolling it into a bundle before keeping it.

I got her postal code and keyed it into my phone, driving non-stop until we reached her place, a semi-detached bungalow just along the road we stopped earlier.

Me: ‘Girl, take this.’

Four pieces of ten dollars were taken from my hand and she darted out of the car hastily. Just as she was looking for her keys, I unrolled the window facing her and called out.

Me (shouting): ‘Celestine, thanks for the wonderful time. Want me to pick you up tomorrow?’

She did not turn back and disappeared into the house, knowing she won’t do what she just did again. Feeling refreshed from the handjob I received, vivid images of her jerking me off was still in my mind while I went around continuing to pick up and drop off passengers.

Definitely a good day to remember for time to come.

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Half Time

Wearing just a pair of worn out shorts and t-shirt, I walked towards the bar where Beatrice was waiting quietly at the alfresco dining area. We had planned to return to the workplace on a Monday where it was closed, to drink together since we both had nothing on. Closing in on her, the white fitting shirt and a pair of denim skirt was seen on her slim body. It was a surprise to see her wear so casual yet appearing sexy, so unlike her black attire when she worked.

Me: ‘Reached so early?’
Beatrice: ‘Don’t want you to be drinking alone mah.’

I opened the door and locked it behind us, turning on the aircon and putting some lights at the semi-circle sofa. She was quick to make herself comfortable while I brought a bottle of Barcardi and a jug of Coca Cola, pouring some into each of our glasses. There was nothing more relaxing than to drink and chat in a drunken state, sharing our lives over laughters and awkward silences.

As we reached the halfway mark of the bottle of liquor, she was hugging my arm and talking with her eyes closed, face flushed to a light pink. I knew things were going for a change when she held my hand and brought it to her tummy. Guiding me under her shirt, my palm was soon over her bra cup and squeezing as she moaned. It felt like I was on my job, except that I was serving her in a sexual way.

Beatrice (whispering): ‘Can we have a little fun in here?’
Me: ‘Yeah. The CCTVs don’t come on on the closed days.’

Seated with our backs facing the glass door, she stripped her top off and unhooked her bra, giving me full access to fondle her boobs. She was lying with her back straightened and arching to my advances, feeling the gentle waves of pleasure wash against her mind. As a guy, I couldn’t just ignore the pair of erected nipples and dived into them, sucking and nibbling to get her to moan louder. That was one way to know if I was doing a good job pleasing her.

Beatrice (whispering): ‘Take it off too.’

She let the elastic waistband slap against my groin and I hurriedly removed my shorts, with her hands lowering my underwear while I kicked my bottoms away. Those cold fingers on my dick did sent shivers up my spine, but I changed my arm to reach under her skirt, digging under to peel her panties away as well. Contrary to the outfit she wore, the pair of cute white panties with pink seams made her seemed cuter for that brief moment. Nonetheless, she was too heated up to care about what I think.

Beatrice (whispering): ‘Lie down. Let me try sucking. I have my braces though, you don’t mind right?’
Me (whispering): ‘Just give it a go?’

She nodded innocently and I laid comfortably against the arm rest. She held my dick upright and brought her lips over the tip, sucking it hard before sinking her mouth down my shaft, saliva filling up in her jaws as things got slippery. Her teeth were well out of the way and just her lips were on my girth. Sliding up and down continuously, my groans couldn’t hold themselves back and my mind succumbed to the non-stop flow of euphoria making my heart melt.

Me (whispering): ‘Hey. My turn to lick you?’
Beatrice: ‘Don’t want! I want you inside.’
Me: ‘Condom?’
Beatrice: ‘Nope. Let’s do it like this.’

She flipped on her hands before I got up and I made my mind not to disappoint her. Adjusting her skirt to her waist, I parked at her entrance before ramming all the way in one stroke, causing her to grunt from the splitting pain that froze her momentarily. Not waiting for her cue, I thrust violently to ease the pain and soon after, the petite girl was screaming as my dick plunged into her. Her arms were straightening and bending while we were at it, sending orgasms shooting through her body as I alternated my speed.

Unknowingly, her pussy was taking my pounding for at least ten minutes before she crawled away in an attempt to get a break.

Beatrice: ‘I can’t go on anymore. Let’s pause for a while.’

A halftime was unexpected that night, but it felt good knowing I had given her orgasms to a point she couldn’t take it. We rested with her hand stroking my dick to keep me up and my fingers inside her to ensure the wetness. After five minutes, I did not want to wait anymore and let her lie on the sofa, while I angled myself at her legs.

Me: ‘Ready?’
Beatrice: ‘Yupp. But go slow k? It’s sore down there.’

I sent my dick in gentler this time and let her vagina spread at its own pace. A gasp came and I knew she was done, so I increased my speed and sent her moaning crazily once again, this time with our genitals slamming hard against each other. After the rest, my dick had regained its sensitiveness and I was feeling the disappointing urge so quickly.

Me: ‘Oh no. I’m going to cum.’
Beatrice: ‘I’ve had my fun the first round le. Let me suck you off.’

I backed away from her and sat dangerously on the thick armrest, obvious to the passers-by if they looked into the bar. Her head was between my legs and milking me through a series of deep throat and under-the-hood tongue swirls. My mind had gone blank from her oral skills but it always took longer to cum with a blowjob.

She took her time and did not stop for the next few minutes. It was certainly arousing to see such a beautiful 18 year old go down on me so willingly, and grinding her hips as though she was still feeling me inside.

Me: ‘I’m shooting.’

A nod from her head stirred my dick into ejaculation mode and she sent her lips all the way down once the first load splashed into her mouth. Sucking me without mercy, my cum was drained long before my dick had stopped twitching. The grin on her face told me I was hers to play with till she deemed it was time to let me go.

Finally, after another minute of mind-blowing cocktease, did she let me go and I just slide to the sofa to catch my breath.

Beatrice (whispering): ‘It’s so crazy with you. The orgasms just kept coming.’
Me (whispering): ‘Same for you too. Your mouth.. it’s awesome.’

She shyly covered her face with her shirt and we got dressed after dashing into the toilet, risked being seen. We drank for a while more and left the bar, sofa to dry the moisture on its own over the night. In the cab to her place, my fingers were inside her, jerking while her hands grabbed my forearm tightly.

Can you guys guessed what happened when we reached her place? That’s right. Indescribable.

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R(A)21 Cinema

This story is told by a friend, a lady in her 30s who decided that it was time she contributed a little from her younger days. Unsure of how young she was then, it seemed that this wasn’t unfamiliar to many whom had romps in public toilets before. Just that her story was a little unique.

I will be writing this from her point-of-view, so don’t mistaken ‘me’ to be a male this time.

After the movie, my boyfriend and I was so horny. We had gone to one of the cinemas along Chinatown that had R(A)21 shows and I could say most of the audience were there just for the sex scenes. Rushing into the male toilets, the worn out state was certainly a turn off for me, but not for my boyfriend who was already unzipping his pants.

He placed his underwear on the toilet cover for me to sit and I hungrily took his dick into my mouth even before stripping. I left my top for him to unbutton and he was fondling my boobs as I sucked him hard.

Throughout the blowjob, the cubicles next to us were occupied and I knew we weren’t exactly quiet. I couldn’t remember how old I was then, but sex was a necessity for the two of us. On the plastic walls of where we were, there were two pieces of paper, with a tape across just the top portion. My boyfriend made me sat upright and kept my chest at the same level as the paper.

When he opened the flaps, eyes could be seen peering through the holes and the wrinkles told me how old the men could be. Two dicks came into our cubicle almost at the same time and was erecting. After a minute of inaction on their sticks, eyes were seen again looking at my body.

This time, my boyfriend came to my ear and whispered something I could never imagine doing. I placed both my hands on the holes to block them out for a while, before feeling soft flesh pressing into my palms.

I let go off my hands and the dicks returned. Holding them like the pilot in the ‘Gundam’ anime, I was sucking my boyfriend while jerking them off. Groans came like surround sound and the old men could be felt standing closer to our walls.

There was no way I could bring myself to suck them, so I kept stroking while my boyfriend made me stand. Turning myself around to face the stained water tank, he adjusted my position so I could hold onto their dicks while he slipped his dick into my pussy.

My mind was in a state of blank when he shoved his way in and I got so distracted from the double handjobs. The men took over to thrust their dicks between my fingers and one even got wet with a salty smell, as though he had smeared his saliva over it.

Three dicks, one girl. I was soon moaning and my fingers on my left hand was suddenly expanding. A few seconds later, thin, translucent liquid came shooting out of the rod and across the floor in front of my toes. The guy left abruptly and another dick appeared in its place, thicker and hotter.

My boyfriend was not giving me any breaks as he slammed his hips against my butt, driving that long piece of cock deep into me. Damn was I so tempted to suck the thick one if not for the fear of contracting any diseases. I was still moaning while jerking them off. The second dick on my right came hard and splattered its semen on the opposite wall, missing my toes just by that bit, and another male took the cubicle with the same demands.

My boyfriend switched position after my knees went wobbly and sat on the toilet seat, planting me over his dick as he kneaded my breasts from behind. High and horny from the impromptu sex we initiated, I couldn’t care less about those dicks but focused on riding my boy.

He was so loud that everyone knew there was a girl in the gents. The door was the only thing that kept me from being raped by the countless horny men waiting.

‘Shooting! Shooting!‘, a deep voice from one of the cubicles came and I aimed him upwards, forcing his cum to fire across my thighs as he pumped his dick at his own pace in my hand.

A ten dollar note appeared after he left and I tucked it into my bra, still bouncing atop my boyfriend’s lap.

Boyfriend (whispering): ‘Sweetheart. I’m cumming.’

I quickly stood up before damage was done and squatted before him. He brought my head to his dick and took his time to fuck my mouth, one hand still busy with that red, hot rod.

Within thirty seconds, my boyfriend forced his dick into my mouth, choking me for a bit before pulling out and letting his cum pour into my lower jaw like a fountain. I had only one orgasm and wasn’t satisfied, but I knew he needed time to recover as well. I wouldn’t want to have the second round here either.

I swallowed his load and he excused himself to let me rest. My hand did not stop moving till the man fired onto the floor, a thick yellowish mix that almost made me vomited. What if he unloaded in my mouth?! Yuck! I pushed his dick away and another ten dollar note appeared.

As disgusting as it was, I took the money and got dressed, waited for my boyfriend to leave first as a lookout before I exited. At the entrance of the toilet, were two elderly males that scanned me up and down despite wearing a decent pair of shorts and a denim jacket – though shirtless underneath.

We left the place for a hotel nearby and washed up thoroughly, teased by my boyfriend who was trying to convince me to do it again for the money. Well, the hotel was paid for using the dirty cash. And we had another few rounds of crazy sex that left my pussy sore and his dick too weak to stand for the day.

Now that the cinemas are closed, such memories proved to be precious but at the same time, scary. Cameras are so small and portable, and everyone is getting so daring. Rape is certainly one thing to be feared more than being recorded if I were to do it again.

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Mia’s Voice

This entry is written on behalf of a girl of legal age, whom shall be known as Mia. She has something to share with us today, and it was her recount during her secondary school days, sec 3 to be exact. That would put her at 15 years old I believe.

When I was 15, sex education was a mandatory part of my curriculum. The boys and girls would be excited about how the teacher describe our biological reproduction parts, but the few lessons were less than sufficient to cover every part of my curiosity.

It was one day when I returned to my empty house, parents having gone to work. There were a few glass bottles lying on the coffee table and my mind was still on the ‘clitoris’ and ‘vagina’ that my science teacher had spoke about. Something in me was begging to find out where exactly my clit was, and I brought one of the bottles to my room after washing it clean of any beer. At that age, I did not know that it was actually dangerous to use a beer bottle not because it is made of glass, but the risk that I might get an yeast infection if I did not clean it thoroughly. Thankfully, nothing happened. If not I wouldn’t even be thinking of writing my experiences down.

Once I stripped my uniform off, I went into the toilet to fill the bottle up with warm water, tying my hair up into a ponytail so it wouldn’t hinder my sight. I did not know why I topped it up with water, it just seemed more comfortable to be wet without wasting water if I kept the shower going. Sitting in the bathtub, I opened my legs and tried to peer at my pussy. It wasn’t easy at all. I could say most of the time I did not know where my fingers were touching, but once I felt a tingle going up my spine, I gave up trying to catch a glimpse and decided to ‘feel’ it instead.

My fingertips could not stop once my body felt where the satisfying sensation came from. The fleshy parts that joined at the top corner of my pussy, was the area. Sliding my nails upwards where the ends touched, the pleasure intensified as I kept rubbing on it. That was when I realised it might be the clit that my teacher spoke about. To think back, I probably am the last few girls who started masturbating at my age. Luckily, this was something no one has to know about.

I kept going as the awesome feeling built up, bringing me to another world where I stopped right before my mind went into ‘caution’ mode. It was super sensitive down there and as much as my body wanted me to continue, I did not know what was happening, or rather, what orgasm was.

The next minute was spent calming myself down and the bottle was brought into the tub. I opened my legs as wide as I could and pulled the mouth-piece in, feeling how it widened the part of my body I had never put anything into before. Slowly, the pain grew and I had to touch my clit to ease myself. Everything seemed easier after I resumed my clit-play and the bottle continued to enter my body.

Right there, was when I felt an obstruction. There was a sharp pain when I tried to push it deeper, but the warm water that was pouring out of the bottle was relaxing my vagina. It was then I felt alright enough (despite the pain) to continue and the bottle just slipped into me once the barrier was broken. The water turned red and went down the drain to my horror, but I knew what was happening. ‘Hymen’ was one of the things my teacher taught, and it was a mark of virginity, or some others might see it as ‘innocence’ depending on how important a guy values the existence of the hymen.

What done was done. The bottle neck opened my pussy to a new width as we know how bottles were designed. My mind was flooded with this unbelievable, secured, pleased, satisfying sensation that I did not know how to describe. Holding the bottle firmly in my hand (it was wet), I plunged it in and out to let the tip brush along the insides. My other hand was just rubbing on my clit non-stop, as though I had lost control of my body.

The double input of pleasure drove me to make sexy noises like the joy of relieving a full bladder, just that it kept coming on and on. My hands weren’t listening to me anymore and the near-death experience came again. This time, I told myself that I could die with no regrets knowing how pleasure felt like, and kept going despite my strength disappearing from the vigorous thrusts.

In a split second, a huge wave of energy shot through my body and closed my legs together. The fingers on my clit stopped as it got too sensitive and I felt a stream of warm liquid flow between my slit, lasting about twenty seconds. No, it wasn’t what you guys know as ‘squirting’, I couldn’t do it even at my current age. I had a taste of my first orgasm and it was so tiring. As I pulled the bottle out of me, a few sticky strands were seen from my bottom connected to the bottle opening.

Afterwhich I washed myself and kept the bottle under my bed, too tired to think about what happened. When I woke up from my nap two hours later, my hands went into my shorts to check if it was dry, and my fingers just went to the clit to energise me. I did not have any self-control then and gave myself another orgasm from the clit-rub, knowing what it felt when an orgasm came.

After that day, I spent most of my time at home masturbating with the bottle, before upgrading to the plastic handle of a plunger (used for unchoking toilets). I remembered it was one of the best ‘toy’ as I could stick it to the wall and basically, fuck myself. Following that, the two boyfriends I had never stopped complimenting about how good I could ride them, and they just couldn’t get enough of fucking me. With hearts broken when I separated from them, I learnt that sex wasn’t everything. But my plunger, though now replaced by a dildo, would never hurt me and could please me no matter how bad I was feeling.

When I saw J’s blog, it definitely stirred a desire in me to get a cock inside me again, one that is warm and filled with life. As much as I held myself back, the email that I sent him about a ‘catch-up’ changed how I perceived sex and love. The moment two persons were having sex (not explicitly with J), they would experience love. And once they got their desires fulfilled, the ‘love’ would return to friendship, or whatever they were related by. Love is always made, but the intentions will be different for different people. Some would use it to enforce their views about being single (having no fixed partners) and some would do it to strengthen the bond between two people.