Thanks to Bro Cumminology for your 8 auspicious Reputation points. I managed to win $100 last Wednesday after putting a $10 iBet on the number 2616. The number 1266 came out as a Starter prize.
I am going to donate $20 and save the rest for a rainy day.
Now, once again, I have another brother giving me another 8 precious Reputation points. Thank you very much Bro (.)(.) lover. I hope your auspicious gift will give me some more spare cash to tide over bad times.
A big THANK YOU too to all the nice brothers who took the effort to UP me even though you do not have any points. I appreciate very much your kind gesture and am touched by your generous and very supportive comments.
I am touched by all your kind support. I would like to thank the following bros for your valuable Reputation points:
Pokeman71
Chinchiahoe
Hero7
I am quite surprised by one thing and hope someone can explain?
I had 260 Reputation points after a bro did his deduction over his unhappiness with my post about stopping the story. Then bro (.)(.)lover gave me 8 points to make it 268. Then bros Pokeman71 and Chinchiahoe together gave me 6 + 1 = 7 to make it 275. Then I have some points from bro Hero7 yesterday and no one else after that. I suddenly realise I have 337 points now. How come? Cannot be that bro Hero7 has 62 points to give me right?
How come like that one? By the way, I have been super busy but I will try my best to continue later today. Again, thanks for all the support.
You ARE right. It is $200! I asked a neighbor to buy and collect the money. I just called and she said she made a mistake and forgot to give me the full amount. Luckily you enlightened me. I goondu never bought ibet before and also never won before. Heng ah. Now got another 100 bucks. Must save it for a rainy day.
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Originally Posted by
pokeman71
Talking about points, i also suddenly realise i had 540pts. Yesterday I think i only had 400.
No kidding?
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Originally Posted by
heroseven2003
I gave you my 62 points
Wow, (almost fainting), no wonder lah! You are SOLID man! I tried to search for you using “Hero7” which was what you used when you gave me the points and I couldn’t find you. Basically I wanted to see how many points were given by you. 62!!!!! How to get so much POWER?!
YOU ARE THE MAN!
Thank you very much!
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Originally Posted by
waikeekee
Bro,,,please don’t be too obsess about points lah, having them is good but does mean much unless/perhaps you are into FL Dome. As for myself, I did not even know WTF and what are the points for. IMHO, for a person with lotsa points means that he/she is an active member and have made good contribution, giving sound and prudent advice to newbies and lost souls. Just continue the good work and I am sure all appreciative readers will duly reward you. Just my 2 cents.
Please continue the next chapter, thanks!
Hahaha Bro Waikeekee, you got me wrong. It’s the opposite. I am totally not obsessed with the points. I had mentioned earlier that it would be so good if the points were money. What I am currently obsessed with is earning and collecting MONEY! That is what I would like to have more, not points that I cannot do anything with.
But I am the sort of person who believes in acknowledging good things done to or for me. So whenever people give me points, I will express my thanks, even though I cannot buy anything with the points. It is the GOOD INTENTION behind the awarding of the points that I am grateful for. It gives one a warm feeling that whatever he is doing is being appreciated. When you have seen enough bad people and have enough bad things done to you, you will be grateful for whatever good people or things that come along.
Hope you understand.
BTW, I would like to thank Bro Alphonsus for giving me 8 precious Reputation points. Thanks! Before that, one bro here deducted 4 points and left the message “Too long”. I am sorry about that but it is indeed a long story with quite a few subplots, twists and turns here and there. That’s why people always say truth is stranger than fiction and life is truth. It happened. Perhaps it is also my style of writing, which is to describe the scene as accurately as possible so that when you read, you can actually visualize yourself enacting the role. You become me, haha.
My apologies for not having continued the story. I am totally engaged with selling my humble HDB abode and distracted also by having to hunt around for temporary accommodation, and at the same time having to try to make some money. I will try my very best to knock out something as soon as possible. Life is very stressful nowadays.
I would like to thank the following bros for your precious Reputation points:
Wahlau_7
Ilovebigtits
Much obliged!
Someone pointed out to me that this thread has over 900,000 views and is likely to break the 1,000,000 magic barrier soon.
To thank everybody for your kind support and words of encouragement, I am going to work on the next part of the story and post it by tonight hopefully.
Before I continue, thanks to Bro Toyotavios for your precious Reputation points.
Ok, for all my impatient fans, here goes:
My auntie lay on the floor, a bit of tears in her eyes. They were not tears of shame or guilt or embarrassment, they were tears of joy. Her orgasm had been very powerful, almost shattering her body. I did not know it then but found out that later that it had been quite some time since she had come that way. She had almost forgotten how good it could feel. She pulled the crotch of her shorts over her pussy, her hips jerking as her slim finger brushed her hairy pussy- lips lightly. Her legs felt weak. But her face glowed, slightly flushed with pleasure. There was a smile on her lovely face, and her eyes sparkled like they had not sparkled in three years.
Both of us did not see the pair of lusty eyes that were peeping into the room through the window which we had left open.
My auntie’s hand came up and wiped her forehead and she glanced at me. I did not know what to say then. Was I supposed to say thank you or to apologise? It was suddenly very quiet in the longhouse. I could hear a clock ticking away. It was the big alarm clock that I had stashed away in my bag. I always carried the alarm clock with me when I was young. I used it to more to time my study hours and homework revision period than as an alarm clock for waking up. The ticking was very loud. Why didn’t my auntie say something. The silence between the two of us was deafening.
“Oh dear.” I finally heard my auntie whispered.
What did that mean? Was my sexy auntie happy, sad, angry, or what? She turned towards me. She was smiling. Thank God.
“You really like me, don’t you, dear?” It sounded more like a statement rather than a question.
I turned to look at my auntie, struggling hard to at her face and hold her gaze instead of further down where her white voluptuous breasts were exposed and the nipples pointed at me. She looked so beautiful and desirable. I considered the statement-question.
“Yes, I do, Auntie.”
“Then give me a kiss before we sleep.” She was looking at my face. She still had not said anything about what we had just done. Was it all right? Did I do it the right way? Did I do the right thing? Was it good? Should I have squeezed her white round melons? Sucked and licked her brown nipples? How did it feel for her to have my iron-hard shaft inside her and my billions of sperms now on their way to fertilize her ovary? Is my auntie going to get pregnant? Am I going to be a father? Oh, my goodness! What have I done? My teenage brain was suddenly troubled. I was embarrassed definitely about what happened between my auntie, who was also my Godmother, but in a way, the feeling of having had my first ever real fuck was surreal and mind-blowing. My virgin fuck, at 15 years of age!
“Come on, give me my little kiss.” My auntie adjusted her silky pyjama shirt so that it covered her again. I leaned awkwardly over and kissed her firmly on the lips. She returned it in what seemed a motherly fashion and also used her right hand to stroke my hair like a small boy.
“Thank you.”
Hmm..what was that for – the kiss or the fuck? The kiss, obviously.
“Dear,” she said softly as she sat down beside me, wrapping one arm about my shoulders. “Don’t look so guilty. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It just happened. Please don’t feel bad about it, ok?”
“I’m sorry, Auntie,” I said, not looking at her, and realizing only after what she had said that I was looking guilty. In fact, I felt guilty. I was thinking of my uncle and what he would do if he found out about this. I was guilty as charged.
“Dear, I told you I didn’t want to hear you say that again,” she said, trying to sound firm, but failing. She felt me shaking and pulled me against her body, hugging me, resting my head on her chest and running her hand through my hair. “You’re not sorry it happened. I know. I can tell. Besides, I’m not.”
She felt me take a deep breath.
“I’m not at all sorry,” she whispered softly, kissing the top of my head and caressing my shoulders.
“You’re not?” I asked, my voice muffled.
“No, my dear.”
“I didn’t mean to…you know, let that happen, Auntie.”
She hugged me, feeling my deep breathing. She considered a few moments, then said, her voice very soft: “I’m glad it happened, dear.”
I didn’t answer her. I was thinking about my uncle again.
“It was good,” she went on. “It was very good and I needed it. I think you did, too.”
“It was my first time, Auntie,” I confessed.
“I thought so,” she replied, seemingly pleased by my answer. She had “eaten my spring chicken” as the Chinese saying goes.
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen ever again,” I said.
“But, dear,” my auntie answered quickly. “I might want it to happen again.”
I lifted my head, looking at her. “You might?”
My auntie nodded her head. “Listen, dear Godson. I’m going to tell you something about your auntie. Listen closely, because you might like what I say.”
Dear bros, please bear with me as I had been very stressed, what with having to sell the house and divide the matrimonial assets and trying to find a place to stay. You won’t know the headache until you are the one who kena the troubles. I cannot sleep tonight as I had been packing my belongings. I assure you that I will strive to continue whenever I could. Ok, to continue:
I lifted my head, looking at her. “You might?”
My auntie nodded her head. “Listen, dear Godson. I’m going to tell you something about your auntie. Listen closely, because you might like what I say.”
I lifted my head from my auntie’s smooth warm bosom and looked at her dreamy eyes. I nodded my head and said, “Yes, Auntie, please tell me. I will want to know what you want to tell me.”
My auntie took a deep breath, sighed and said, her eyes suddenly looking sad, “I will tell but you must never tell your uncle this, ok? You have to promise me, all right?”
“Of course, dear Auntie. I promise.”
“I never had the education you are having. You are a good and clever boy and you study hard. Always scoring high marks in exam which make your mother and father happy and reassured. I was never given a chance to study. Since young, I have to help my parents at their hawker stall. They used to sell to tohua and tohua sui (soya bean curd and soya bean drink) in Chinatown. I helped them everyday from morning till night from the time I was eight years old. Business was good but the earnings were not much. That was because a lot of work was involved in the preparation of the food, having to grind the soya bean into a pulp and getting the juice out. It was tough work. I did not like it.
“One Saturday morning, when I was 18 years old and was alone manning the stall, a man came and bought a bowl of soya bean curd to eat. I had seen him previously because he had bought soya bean drink from us a few times. He was in his 30s and was very handsome. He was also very well dressed. He was friendly and he talked to me. He praised me for being pretty and told me that he was a photographer for a Chinese magazine. He said that with my looks and figure, I could be a model and the job paid good money. I became interested. He also said that he was a Fengshui Master and that from my looks, I should be able to become very successful in life. I wanted to earn good money so that my parents need not work so hard every day. The man then invited me to his studio which was in Tanjong Pagar. He wrote down the address and told me to go there the next day to try out. I readily agreed.
“The next day, without telling my parents, I went to the photo studio. It was not very big and it was very dark inside. The handsome man was there alone. He showed me in, closed the door and locked it, telling me that he did not want anyone to come in and disturb the photo session. He showed me his photo equipment and a few albums of photographs that he had taken. They were mostly of female models in sexy clothes in various poses. After a while, the man told me that we could start. He said that if he found me suitable, I should be able to become a famous model, or even a movie star. He then passed me a one-piece red dress and a pair of high black stiletto heels, showed me a small changing room with a long mirror and asked me to change.
“At that time, I was wearing a simple shirt and long slacks. I felt awkward removing my clothes in a strange place. But I was eager to become a model. After changing up, I looked at myself in the mirror and indeed I looked much better. I guessed it was the high heels. They accentuated the curve of my buttocks and my back. They made my bosom look fuller and my already long legs longer, leggier and sexier. The dress was also very short and showed off a lot of my white curvy thighs. I felt very glamorous.
“The man let out a wolf whistle when I walked out of the changing room. He looked at me from top to toes, smiled, and told me to sit down on a chair. He said that before we start, he would use his Fengshui skills to analyze my destiny to check if I could really become a famous model. He pulled another chair and sat down opposite me. He told me to hold out my right palm and started to read the lines on my palm. He drew his finger on my palm which was very ticklish. I giggled as I was not used to it. He said that from his initial reading, my life would be good. He said that I would be able to marry a rich man and have an easy and luxurious life. He then got out of his chair and asked me to stretch out my right leg. I followed his instruction. He asked me to point my toes. Then he touched the top of my thigh. My instant reaction was to jump.
“The man reassured me and said that it was ok. He needed to feel the “chi” on my legs to see whether I would have the health to enjoy a long life. I was very young and naive then and I believed him. He moved his hands slowly down my long white legs, feeling my flesh by squeezing my calf muscle all the way to my ankle. He told me my skin was very smooth, which meant that I would have a smooth life. He removed the black stiletto heels and then slowly ran his fingers through my sole. It was so ticklish that I screamed and tried to control the feeling. He touched each of my toes separately and lightly tugged and pulled at each unlike there was a cracking sound, just like how people like to crack their knuckles.
“I was feeling quite strange then as it was the very first time I was being touched by a man. Moreover, I was in a strange place and all alone. There was no one else in the photo studio. The man then told me that I had very nice toes. He said that my toes indicate that I would be a good wife. He said it was important that the second toe was not longer than the first. He then moved on to the other leg and did the same thing. He felt my flesh by squeezing here and there and slowly caress my long legs and the top of my foot. He removed the heels and touched the sole and the toes just like what he did with the other one. After what seemed to be a long while, he said that he was satisfied that I had what it took to become a good model. I was relieved when he finally told me to put on the heels again.
“He then got up and started to move and adjust his camera and lighting equipment. When he was ready, he asked me to stand in front of a scenery backdrop and to strike a few poses. I was not used to posing like a model and he had to come and move and adjust my arms, body and legs now and then. Whenever he touched me, I could sensed that he was very deliberate and slow and he would rest his hands on my body. After that, he would go back to his camera and he would start clicking away and he seemed very professional. The studio light was very bright and glaring and I felt hot after a while. It was also very stuffy there as there was no air-conditioning at all. I started to perspire and also began to feel tired. The man was very nice and he offered me a cold drink already in a glass which he took from a small fridge at the back of the studio. I gulped down the whole glass immediately. It tasted like lemonade and was very refreshing and I felt energised after drinking it.
“I continued to pose like a model after getting the extra energy from the drink. I even became more innovative and daring and started to strike sexy poses. I remembered those sexy poses from some magazines that I had found hidden in the top drawer of my father’s cupboard. The photographer was very happy with me and he clicked away on his big camera. After a while, I started to feel a bit weird. I felt as if the whole studio was moving and at the same time, I felt a hot and itchy feeling below. It was a very funny sensation. I asked the man how come the studio seemed as if it was moving and the man gave me a wicked smile. He then told me that the studio was not moving and that I must be imagining things. He came over to me and then he said to me, “We have to go on to the next stage of the photo session. I need you to remove the red dress now.””
A sincere thank you to all my loyal supporters. I have been super busy as I have explained here previously. Still struggling quite a bit. Ok, I shall try to continue this evening if things go well today for me.