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危险情人1
Interesting stories bro machoman. It great joining the forum
Glad that you like the stories, bro.
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chowweikong.sg
Years ago, when i was working as a fastfood chain to fund my studies. i hv to work late and everynite reach home after m.n. My partner will wait patiently and hv supper readi. Let’s face it, couples fight. However it’s LOVE that bring us together and c us thru good times and bad.
Now -FUck is different. While in the same working environment, many young waitresses like to go back early or may like some favours. Many do ot hestiate to fondle me or let me hv a go at them in xchange . That is Fcuk.
So don’t get confuse with these two 4-letters word.
Whether you agree with my hero, Marcus’ opinion or not…..well, you are free to do so.
That’s how he felt after his traumatic experience, bro.
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Cum_Luver
bro machoman,
you are good lah…
will be waiting for more liao.
kumsia kumsia.
Bro CL, this story finished liao, then you come to support.
But better late than never.
Thanks for your support.
Bro Machoman,
I did not read this tread when it was developing as there are too many exciting erotic stories in this forum.
Having read the whole story in one reading today, I must say you are not just a writer. YOU ARE A POET… standing strong among the literature greats… You brought me to those long lost love I had in the past.
This story should be mandated by Ministry of Education as the compulosry literature text for all A-levels and undergrads
I kow tow to you oh mighty master of literature … clap clap clap
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Sangrawi
Bro Machoman,
I did not read this tread when it was developing as there are too many exciting erotic stories in this forum.
Having read the whole story in one reading today, I must say you are not just a writer. YOU ARE A POET… standing strong among the literature greats… You brought me to those long lost love I had in the past.
This story should be mandated by Ministry of Education as the compulosry literature text for all A-levels and undergrads
I kow tow to you oh mighty master of literature … clap clap clap
LOL!!! Hahaha!!!
Thanks for your compliment, bro Sangrawi.
You have given me the biggest compliment that I have ever received but you exaggerate, bro.
The calls became lesser; mostly, Li Zhu would text me and mostly to say that she was heavily inundated with her work. During the few times that we spoke on the phone, she seemed indifferent, cold even. It was only after a couple of weeks that we met up after work for dinner. When I suggested that we adjourn to our love nest, she was hesitant in her reply.
Shower over, I kissed her. Her response was lukewarm. My mood was affected. I kissed her breasts and capping myself, inserted my swollen penis into her. Within five minutes, I had discharged myself. Li Zhu got up to go to the bathroom. I rested in bed, deep in thought. The faint sound of her voice emanated from the bathroom and I found her talking on her mobile phone. She walked out as I went in.
I returned to bed but could not find her. The room door was ajar and I saw Li Zhu at the corridor, talking away on her phone, oblivious of my presence.
Some time later, she returned. " Your boss again?", I asked. She didn’t need to answer. I knew.“Work again?”, I queried. “Errr… Just chatting….”
I couldn’t contain my frustration anymore. I cross-examined her.
“Your boss….how do you see him?”
“He’s my mentor?”
“Only a mentor?”.
“Well, also a friend……”
“Oh….I see……”
“What do you mean by that?…”
“Well….here I am by your side and you choose to chat with him?'
“You don’t understand……”
“Please explain so that I can understand!”
“You are only interested in sex!…..You don’t care about me!”
“Hey….stick to the subject, will you?”
Silence……..
That was my weakness….I couldn’t bear to see her sad…..I loved her too much. With Li Zhu still pouting, I softened my stance somewhat. I reminded her of the times that I had helped her when she was in emotional and financial distress. She hardly responded.
I couldn’t take the suspense anymore…..I had to find out.
“Is it you don’t love me any more?”
“Yes! I don’t love you! I don’t love you! I don’t love you!”
My world came crumbling down! The words resounded in my ears. I was stunned. I was dumbfounded. I bit my lips.
When I found my tongue, we had a flaming row, the worst we had since we met. We called each other all kinds of 4-letter words.
I stepped out of the room for a smoke. I returned, with remorse and apologised to her, wanting to bury the hatchet.
“You know….we have known each other for 5 years.”
“5 years….10 years….20 years!…. so what!”
The words hurt me deeply, much more than a surgeon’s knife stabbing my heart would! Tears flowed down my cheeks.
Silently, we left the room that fateful night. I was filled with anguish as I drove her home.
That night, I resolved to break up with Li Zhu. She texted me continuously for the next 2 days but I did not reply. I was saddened with the events of that night. On the third day, I texted back to her the following message:
“You said you don’t love me any more. What more is there to say?”
“It’s only a joke. I really love you.”
“I am deeply hurt. Let’s break up.”
“Think over what you said that night.”
It was a soul-wrenching experience for me. On and off, we exchanged messages and calls during the following month. Li Zhu desired to reconcile with me. She reiterated that she still loved me. She requested me not to dig up the past. She accused me of being more obstinate than her. I was wavering in my decision because I still loved her.
I really tried my utmost to put the past behind me but somehow, I was too deeply hurt…….I just couldn’t bring myself to forget what happened that night. Her callous words haunted me. I had doubts over her relationship with her boss, couldn’t bear her cold treatment of me, despised her change in attitude towards me. I doubted whether she really loved me at all despite her assurances. I had questioned her about her change in attitude. At first, she said that she had changed for the better. When I insisted that I prefer her old self, she had suggested that we mutually change and revert to what we were previously. I thought deep and hard. Should I continue with Li Zhu?
To me, love and trust are inextricably intertwined and if the trust had been broken, the love will be similarly shattered.
With tears welling in my eyes and a heavy heart, I send Li Zhu the last message. It read:
“It is impossible. We can never revert to what we were previously. Too many things had happened for the past few months. I still can’t forget them. Our personalities do not match and our opinions clash. It’s better that we break up. Let’s take it that we are not fated to be together. I wish you and your lover eternal happiness. Do you agree?”
Li Zhu’s final answer:
“I agree. Even if I don’t agree, we will still break up. It’s better that I agree.”
I became sceptical of love. Once a person has been scarred by a failed relationship, it would take time for the wounds to heal. Will I ever find love….true love? Only time will tell. Until then, to me, “Love is also a 4-letter word.”
The End