Now, some of you might question me if she was really my girl friend. The answer is no. I do not usually embark on a relationship which I do not see the girl as my future wife. So in this case, I did make it clear to her even before she came over that we would have this pseudo relationship which I would treat her like a girl friend but with no promise of anything eventuating out of it. She is neither a fuck buddy as I treat her with utmost respect.
I knew she did not sleep though I was snoring away like a pig. I believe she liked every other women who has given her body to a guy for the first time would think of what will happen after this. She knew I wasn’t looking for a relationship but yet felt comfortable of being with me. I knew that the 6 weeks that she was with me, she tried very hard to play the role of a good girl friend.
When I woke up I took her to Chinatown for a nice welcoming dinner. The chinese food in Sydney then was superb. You have some of the best HK chefs working in Sydney in fear of the 1997 return of HK to China. My favourite restaurant then was Marigold on Sussex Street.
Then there is that customary Sydney night tour of The Rock, Kingscross, nice mansions in Bellevue Hills and of course ending up at French Riviera at Double Bay. Now, that boss of that ice cream parlour is one hell of an eccentric old man. I had been a faithful customer for a long time. That night, when he saw me with my pocket rocket, the rainbow I ordered was 50% more than usual. In his words, 100% for me, 50% for that rocket pocket. Even the usual rainbow, I cannot finish. But we took our own sweet time in that ever so busy parlour.
After our ice cream session, I took her to Coogee Beach. And there is this cliffy area near it. If I remembered correctly, Gordon’s Bay. It is a smallish diving spot but with plenty of high cliffs around it. I have my own spot there. It was my private sanctuary. Though it was night, I was brave enough to lead her to that spot and told her that that’s where I would spend time thinking of problems and then coming up with solutions.
For those who had lived around that area will know that the wind is almighty there. But my little sanctuary has walls and helps to keep us feeling safe. It was here I began molesting her again. She was a very willing partner this time even though it is like out in the open. I french kissed her and her hands daringly roamed my body. She was rubbing my general ever so gently. I returned the favour by molesting her boobs and then slowly moving down to her pussy. I rubbed her clits and soon again, she began moaning. Now, the thing with east asian girls (including chinese) is that they love to moan. Yes. For those non-moaners, encourage them to moan. Once they have learned to moan, they will never look back. I would always tell them the story of female tennis players who would moan at hitting the ball back. It is so that they can exert more energy and thus more smooth in game play. It is the same with moaning while having sex. I must say however, I was a bit worried if she would attract some attention of any night walkers.
But my mind was too clouded to think. All I can think of is to get into her pants. But I am sure she would not want to lose her virginity here. Before I could attack, she told me, she wants to blow me. Without even waiting for my imperial edict, she unzipped my pants and brought out my betraying general. I couldn’t react. In some ways, I have became the victim.
She was slurping like no tomorrow. She was giving me the Most Improved Blowing 1997. It was only her second blow job but she seemed like a seasoned Michael Jordan playing with my balls. It was in heaven and with the winds blowing so loud outside, it was ecstasy. I usually can hold my ejaculation and so far with this pocket rocket, it has proved to be an impossible task. And to top it off, she not only swallowed my cum but really attempted to suck me dry. For guys who had came and had been sucked dry will know what I mean. Think vacuum cleaner.
Before I could even suggest returning the favour, she asked if we want to go back home to continue. I was like a nodding hound dog who had just seen a bitch on heat. Then there are the times when you knew buying a Nismo R33 is a right decision as I raced through Anzac Parade.
As I closed the main door, she was busy unzipping me. Damm, is she trying to graduate earlier than plan. I am a person who would like to meticulously plan things but Ann is killing me. She kept me busy by continuing to tongue wrestle me like a pro. Literally speaking, I was blown away.
If I have no spies in Singapore telling how hardworking she is, I would have thought that she must have been sleeping around. Her skills from earlier in the day has improved exponentially.
We couldn’t get into the bedroom in time before we are all stripped to our skin. The sofa was too inviting and we decided to do it in the lounge room. I went back to my routine of cat bathing her. Before a final focus on her clitoral area. She was shaking with many mini orgasms. One tell tale sign of a virgin is that they tend to juice very easily and you can feel those tiny nerves flinching off around her labia majora. Of course the hymen but with poor lightings, it is almost impossible to view.
Then came the surprise. She told me she is willing to give me her virginity. Now, right from her touching me on my back in the airport to after we came through the front door, I had been thinking about how I could fuck her. And as she offered me herself, instead of happily fucking her away, my grey matters took control.
“You know how I don’t want commitment though I like you very much, right?” I told her my position, loud and clear.
“Yeah. By doing it with you, I don’t intend to cement anything.”
“One moment of folly, and you could be thinking about it for the rest of your life. Do you want to cool down and think before going all the way? I know you are a rational person”
Of course, what an idiot I am. I wanted to fuck her more than anything and here I am pondering if 10 years down the track I would write on Sammyboy telling you folks how I missed that big chance. I would regret it. But the force was with me, and i wasn’t too keen on going over to the dark side.
Her face turned sour.
“I want it! And you rejected me!” She wasn’t a happy camper.
But I didn’t want to be known as that bastard who took away her virginity and then left her there and then.
“Do think carefully. Look, I really want to make love with you. Sincerely I do. But really, I don’t want you to regret this moment.”
“I will cherish every moment with you. Let us do it okay?”
That night, I was Saint Beijing. I refused to do anything and led her to bed and told her we shall sleep on it. Tomorrow, afterall will be a brighter day.
She wasn’t happy. Nonetheless, Saint Beijing hugged her to sleep and throwing in the complimentary kisses planted all over her body.
You know how it always happen that way. No, not just on the silver screen but in everyday life. When you least expect things to turn out that way, it would. I thought I could handle Cath’s absence for a few days. Afterall, it is only 5 days. But here I am, less than 24 hours apart from her and the pain of thinking how I could survive the next 96 hours without her was killing me. It turned out the feelings were mutual. In some ways, we could not part. When we had each other in the last few months we were so comfortable but didn’t progress much more from there.
She came over to the hotel I was putting up in. And as I stood and waited for her to come to the room, in a distance I saw my goddess like floating in the air coming to me. It is like falling in love all over again with her. It wasn’t sex. But love. Instead of raping her with my eyes, I was thinking of how I could love her and make her my woman. But wait, would I be jumping the gun? I mean afterall, she probably wants my presence but nothing more.
Before I knew it, she was right in front of me. Naturally we hugged. Hugged so tightly that air couldn’t pass through. I kiss her. No, not french but kiss. Our cheeks touched. I was smelling her. I just love her. A passing concierge boy was kind of shy to see us locked in our passionate moment. Why must life be this cruel? To make me fall for someone this badly. I had girlfriends in the past, but none the love as strong as this. I told her I am going to carry her through the door like we have just gotten married. She laughed. It is always nice to see her laugh. I hummed the wedding march tune as we march in. She was like the happiest bride minus her gown.
I gently placed her in bed and I dashed back to lock the door. She was still smiling when I return to her side. I was on top of her. I hold her tightly. I planted a gentle kiss on her lips. And could see how she was biting her lips. Is that a signal to tell me to stop?
I began exploring her face with my lips covering almost every millimetre of it. My olfactory senses were having a whale of a time smelling her natural sweet smell. My eyes would look at her, with her eyes closed. We had been petting in the past but I have never seen my goddess naked. And I will try for the first time to do it. Not to have sex but to make love.
She didn’t stop me when I try to remove her working shirt. Unbuttoning slowly. Nice white bra with lacey materials. I could see her “longkang”. I am willing to exchange the 100 or so women I have seen in the past naked with just this one moment. I am in heaven. As I reached her back to unclasp her bra, I could almost feel a hint of resistance. I let go my hand and decided to be more patient.
“You don’t feel comfortable?”
Now why is it women almost all of them, in such scenarios would choose to remain silent? I took that as a yes, and decided to lie beside her.
“Sorry Bei, you know, the funny thing was before I came over here, I was so ready to rape you.”
She used the word rape. Damm…
“But I don’t know when you try to unhook my bra, I have this guilty feeling…”
I could have guessed but she had to tell me.
“You know how I always fear my dad, and he would hate me if I were to lose my virginity before my wedding.”
“But we went through our wedding ceremony just now..” It was a lame joke and obviously that wasn’t proper.
“Bei.. you know what I mean… but somehow I want to do it..”
“But if you keep thinking of your dad, you won’t get to savour the moment. Look, it is not about the intercourse, it is about making love. It is about when two of us are so in love and when we intercourse, we produce love… But it won’t work if your mind is adrift somewhere else.. and I don’t want that.. I don’t want to just bonk you like what others guys would do if they see you..”
“Bei.. I have never been with a guy before.. You are the first to see me in my bras..”
I could have guessed as much given how conservative she can be. And frankly having sex with her at that moment was the furthest away from my mind. I want her. I want her to be mine. But not this way, not when she would be confused.
“But Bei, I want.. can you lead me please?”
Now, my mind decided I will progress cautiously, monitoring her as if she was a patient in ICU. Monitoring her every moment. If I detect any hint of regrets or fear, I would stop. I won’t be an animal tonight.
I went back to kissing her all over and then to her longkang. I could feel her breathes becoming heavier. I could feel her hands on my head tightening as if they were encouraging me to go further.
I decided to let my right index finger venture into unknown territory. Her panties were already moist as I slip it through underneath her skirt. I gave her a smile and in return she gave me a shy look as if I have discovered her darkest secret. I push her panties aside and slowly touching her clit. She is hairy. Very hairy. Something I did not expect given that I have never seen any armpit hair on her. No matter how dense her Amazonian jungle is, my gps system was able to detect her clit easily.
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Raymann
This one of the best stories I have read so far, pls do continue your wonderful art of work.
I’m looking forward to read more of your fantacy.
thanks mate. It is my pleasure to continue writing. Do stay tune.
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hotdick69
Keep it up bro….. waiting for your installaments
Thanks bro, will do
You are good.
Like reading your thread as the words flow smooth like your move
Nice Work. Dont mind me keep a copy for reference?
thank you brother, feel free to keep a copy
I have made the story in such a way that there is no way you can identify the people.
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TommyTan
Malaysia boleh!!! Great story
Thank you. There will be another instalment on one which I had a party with the “influential” people in Malaysia. Amazing party.
Now if you bro thinks that this is my lucky night, or the night we cement our relationship, then you are absolutely wrong. I didn’t even get to see the “three points” at all. Her phone rang. The hospital wants her back at work, if possible as the other doctor who is on duty has fell really ill and was heading back home. They need her to cover for him. In this scenario, work do come first and I had to let her go. She dressed up and left my place.
This is painful. But funny thing was, I wasn’t horny enough to flip my phone and go through the entire list of possible candidates to take her place for tonight. Instead, I was there with (if my memory serves me right) James Ingram singing in the background. I was contemplating about everything with her. Is she the right one for me? I mean I love her very much that it pains sometimes thinking about it. But would I be able to go through my entire life with her?
If it is about her, then I have no problem. But with her were the excessive luggage of her mum and dad. Because she is extremely concerned about her mum, she could never “break” ties with her dad. Would I be able to handle this excess luggage? I believe that not many guys can take on her dad. Not that I cannot but if I do, her dad might take it out on her mum. Frankly speaking, I do not mind a relationship with her but neither do I want to marry into a myriad of problems.
Then there is also the question of if I did make love to her, which I really want and not because I want to satisfy my carnal instinct. But say if I do, would it be fair for me to break up with her later down the track. I am pretty sure she would not let me do it with her without a real relationship. Of course you will tell me, a relationship does not equate marriage but as I mentioned much much earlier, I am a person who would not go into a relationship unless I felt that that person was the one for me.
And before any of you make any moral judgement or telling me that I almost did it with her earlier without thinking, there are times, which I must remind you, I am afterall a human being. Occasionally I do err like everyone where I do things against my principles or when some part of my emotional and physical needs overpower my cerebrum.
Maybe I should see the phone call as a sign of things the greater power wants it to be. Make a decision then fuck. Damm, I have enough problems at work resolving issues. Would this be considered an issue?
I didn’t sleep well that night and I am sure Cath would be having a difficult time at work. I won’t be able to see her in the morning as she would have to go back home. Our contact would be at minimum. When I woke up, I saw an sms.
“Thinking of you the whole night through. Will you be mine forever?”
Commitment. Something which I am not afraid of but rather uncertain of giving. I mean it is easier said than done. Whilst 99.9% of the XY gene folks would think with their dick, I didn’t want to part of that category. But can I choose to ignore and pretend that she never did send that message? I don’t want to reply her nor call her just yet as it might get her into trouble. Her busybody father might be asking her who it is that is calling or messaging her.
She called me to tell me she would be coming over to see me before work. She would take away some food for early dinner for both of us. I agreed.
Like every diligent wife, as soon as she arrived, she would arrange the food on the table and ask me to eat with her.
“Bei, I was thinking about us last night and I feel really comfortable with you. But I am sure you are thinking about us and in particular my dad..”
This girl is good. She is a mind reader.
“Bei, you know, if I have to choose between my dad and you, you know I would have chose you anytime over him, right?”
I nodded.
“But you know how it is with my mum. She will be in trouble if you don’t get along with my dad.”
I gave a sigh.
“Bei, just to let you know, I am happy to leave my dad now and possibly getting my mum to leave him. I think both of us have enough of him..”
Omigod, my little girl has finally grown up. I can never suggest that to her previously for fear that she thinks I am a bastard for never appreciating the values of a close knit family. But she has grown up and she has finally taken a stand on this issue.
Would this be a renewed start to a relationship and ultimately marrying Cath?
I thought I will tease the brothers here a bit and leave Cath’s story till a bit later.
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I found myself playing tennis a bit with this malay chap whom a good friend introduced me. He is working for a GLC holding an important position. Apparently he told me, his immediate superior has decided to groom him to eventually run one of their associate companies so it is virtually impossible to know which department he is heading. From public relation to credit control, before I knew it, he headed every department known in that GLC. We have our two hours sessions of tennis once every week. Though I tried playing golf with him, it prove to be a disaster as I do not have the patience nor the skills to match his, so I became a boring play partner.
Not being a racist here I hope, but some of these higher class malays tend to be more globalist than their kampung counterpart. They speak english to you although my malay is good. They do go pubbing. They are more into women than you think they might be. This friend is no different. He is usually invited to top events where only the best food is served. But when he is with friends like me, we would head to our favourite hawker stall eating by the big drain. No less, one of our favourite past time would be to exchange numbers of girls we “had”. Usually after our weekly tennis sessions, we would each bring a girl out for our dinner. Although we exchange contacts, it does not necessary mean we are pimping each other’s preys. Instead it is up to the other party to see if they are interested and they themselves would make a move to get to know the other friend’s girl.
Once in a while, there are gatherings where he would invite me to go along with. Those where the well oil money machineries that would provide contacts. Very good business networking. If you happen to mention that you are a good friend of my friend, then chances of landing something is quite reasonable. To me my friend is a humble person who had never asked me for anything, except some of the nice chics I brought along. He has never asked me to give anything to him except my best during our tennis games. We are truly good buddies though I am not allowed to show it in front of his staffs for fear of being accused of his cronies.
It was him who opened my eyes to the world of high class partying. Things that are legends to everyone. Myths. Stories. Fairy Tales. Dreams. Fantasies. Bullshit you will tell me. For readers who had first hand experience in such events will know I kid you not. The thing is these group of VIPs are virtually the same as the chinese tycoons or businessmen who would network with one another. They would introduce lobangs to one another. But if you happened to be another race, then chances of you bring invited to such events are rare. It is only when all of them call you a “brother” that you are accepted into the clique. It is not how rich you are. Not how friendly you are. Not how much power you have. But how much they can trust you and that you have similar “hobbies”. Of course a few of them have heard of how many girls I have introduced my friends and of course they were agreeable that they are all quite a catch so it is only a matter of time I became part of the brotherhood despite being of a different cultural background.
“Bei, my hantu told me tonight there will be an event.. I want to bring you along..”
“What event?”
“Remember how I told you about these wild parties?”
“Oh, you mean the one that YBs attend?”
“Yeah..”
It would be an eyeopener. I have heard so much about those parties. I want to attend just once to see it happening but I doubt I will want to partake. It won’t be a good extra-curricular activity to be in. But as an experience, yes, I would jump at the chance.
“So where do I go?”
“Well, tonight’s venue is at a Datuk’s bungalow in XXXXX Heights. But I need to drive you there otherwise you might not even get pass the front guards. Just as a reminder, do not reject anything. Least I want you to piss off some YBs and I will need to explain a thousand and one thing.”
“Oh.. I would love to go, but if it might get you into trouble, I prefer not to go.”
“No, Datuk XXXX personally invited you. Just be at ease and not reject anything. Be merry and enjoy yourself. Not many people get to be invited to such stuffs you know.”
“Yeah, it will definitely be an eye opener.”
The indecent invitation has been accepted. How will little general feel tonight?