COFFEE TALK
I say, a sincere thank you to all who read my post and upz me or drop me encouraging comment. I am just em
power
ed to be able to upz you finally but SBF boss says only 1 upz in 24 hours (that’s even provided if I have done it correctly to begin with) For those who I can’t or am not able to return the goodwill, I promised you signed copies of my manuscript if harpercollins decide to finally publish them in hard cover.
Bro Angelsonline: You mentioned a word that summarized the whole story. I shall make a mental note to use that
word
again.
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hurrah …….. finally the beauty has left the beast !!
bravo ….. bravo ……
Pls continue
Bro: Joew2005: sigh. . . . . . .
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TS… technically you didn’t screw your friend’s girl lah, she already broke up with him before you next summon your army of sperms…
Bro Myst: It would really be great have friends like you or at least think like you.
Bro Ilovelive.now: thank you for your kind words…. I shall endeavor to post the recollections in different episodes but I can’t promise a diary. Sometimes, pc access is a luxury in my line of work and if I aint out meeting, I aint doing my job - so says the Mr. Go Out There To Meet Clients, whose fat arse seems to be bigger than his king sized office chair. Even calling buddies out for drinks at 3pm in the afternoon is a meeting.
Major Digression… apologies.
For those of you who recall that my family proud athletes had a major disappointment since the short distance sprint was cancelled last minute due to track conditions. I believe that my sperms held an inaugural ceremony to crown my deputy head to rule in future. i.e.. no more thinking of Eugene.
I convenienced myself into a kneeling position on the floor and slided Ash comfortably into the make-shirt armchair. I lowered my concerted kisses on her neck, cheeks and around the ears while my hand autoroamed her not-so-body-hugging tube. It was more sensual than sexual then… caressing her svelte body covered by fabrics. She sank deeper into the cushy bag revealing her panties. It was red, not bright red, but dull - the color only a girl can tell you the exact tone of. Lacy in the front but silky behind… Hell I am no undies expert. It wasn’t in full glory exactly but the sight of it just perched my olympic runners on the starting block.
Continuing my kisses and occasional tongue flick, I ventured further south just above her mammals. Fantastic! No zips or tediously trying strings to loosen the top, just elastic band. Stretching the band, the tube made it’s way downward. The sight to behold… matching strapless bra… I am a sucker for ladies who make it a point to match their undies. I find that such ladies have impeccable taste. Terribly mismatch undies - a strict no no in my opinion - and trust me I have dated ladies whose dress sense makes bjork look good on project runway.
The cup was silk, or at least I thought it was, and the side straps were laced. I couldn’t have imagine that she need a padded bra which will really make her look like a deformed camel bodywise with awkard proportions. The texture of her cups hinted her two nipples which protruded out - blind men’s braille for
suck me
. (no offence to the blind)
I teased the faint outline of the mini peaks with my tongue. while my hands continue their free rides on the playground. Strapless bras are a blessing. You don’t need to remove from the back or the front. Just slide it down. Believe me there’s actually a lesson on youtube teaching you how to unbuckle a bra in 2 seconds.
The bra slipped down to as low as it can go partial covering the bottom half of her Cs, still enough to display his those two familiar guavas saying hi again to me. The pink tips are fully in attention to my delicate details to which the owner let out soft moans. I was like a puppy at a milk dish, only that the dish aint got milk and it aint larger than 1cm in diameter. Errrrrrrrrggggh when I attempted to remember what it felt like being breastfed.. (I don’t honestly) … It was a familiar loud moan to the extent that it can be mistaken for someone who has just taken a dump in my open washroom. HAPPINESS… My balcony doors aren’t closed and I don’t think my neighbours are old enough foggies to claim that 10pm is bedtime.
I lifted Ash’s perhaps 46kg frame ( don’t get technical with me here coz I am not a weighing scale) with her clothes. She wasn’t heavy but whichever interior contractor said parquet floors are easier on the legs ought to shoot himself. She was uncovered but dressed while I was fully clothed at the time and my member was claustrophobic.
To the bed ……………
COFFEE TALK
Apologies to bros/sisters who do read, commented on, PMed on and upz me for my thread. I have not gone MIA, just a weekend golf trip with the remaining buddies I have left. I say, I will not have a caddie ever again…… well at least not until my handicap is REALLY 20. I swear I heard them sniggering at the back as I went for my gazillion bogeys at hole 7.
I would like to invite a bro/sis (who did not leave his/her id) to share with us his/her story that mine reminded him/her of. SBF is a forum to share stories… jump on my bandwagon I say.. I am sure most bros/sis would be all ears, eyes I mean….
Bro KingEros/Dude1234/eeemen/epsilon/grant: Thank you… your words are kind and encouraging. Should I ever do a Xiaxue… it would be for people like yourselves who is into everything bitchable … titled…
life’s a bitch.. so am I
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Bro or Sis jdi813: Believe me, you are not alone having a crappy week… I am almost sure it has to do with the can’t-fit-into-his-armchair ass in the office, coz mine has. At least we got to see it 1/5 less of a time this week. Ever wonder which idiot coined labour day as a holiday? I am not complaining though
Minor digression before tomatoes/eggs are thrown:
Back to bed….
Ash and I were still interlocked with French kiss and catbathing. Isn’t it amazing that saliva which we regard with disdain evolves into some so sensual in foreplay? I laid her down at the edge of my queen-size bed continuing my smooches on her neck and ears before lowering my attention on her melons. My tongue was licking and flickering with slight touches on push buttons leaving her with soft moans. My hands worked down at her sexy muff cover slowly rolling the silky wear down her equally silky mozzies-might–slip thighs. Awesome sight. If it looked great from underneath, nothing beat satellite view. Nicely trimmed hair – the kind that Mohawks would be proud of – pointing downwards to her wet and appetizing orchid.
They say oysters are great aphrodisiacs. Why not? I mean one look at most of such oysters, you get a turned on instantaneously unless you are gay to whom bananas work just as well. Ash’s soft and wet patch was just sumptuous to say the least and if I miss out on seafood at my bull meat dinner, desert was served. My tongue ventured south licking every part of the surrounding flesh but deliberately missing her poonanny. My occasional flickers on her petals showed evidence of Newton’s third law of motion, Ash jerked at every hint of touches (what a jerk!)
Enough of teasing, I dived right into the middle licking profusely at her clit. Multiple surveys and interviews plus my own personal experience (on women of course) that it being the most sensitive part must hold some truth. She yelped big time… her soft moans grew louder gradually as my tongue worked more vigorously. She pulled my hands up to grab her Cs while her fingernails ate into my arms. As the concentrated effort on her clit intensified, she went into spasmodic fit with her nails cutting deeper into my flesh. I bet if I was found dead the morning after, forensics would declare her guilty almost immediately, my security would testify for her presence in my apartment and CSI Singapore would find the case a no brainer.
Before long, though my forearms were hurting like fuck, I brought her to O zone. She screamed and with one last jerk, her hold loosened. I stood up to examine my concaved skin and hurriedly got rid of my office wear which was quite a tall order. Why can’t office shirts be zipped? The pants and my still unglamourous undies, thankfully, came off in a whizz. Mr. Pecker was in full salute at the opposite number.
Ash sat up and took my member in her hand and licked whatever early juice that surfaced at the tip. I am certainly no 7 by 2, but unless she worked in the circus as a sword swallower, there was no way she could devour everything. To be honest, I wasn’t a big fan of being blown. I guess no girls really like to go down on guys in reality, it is just an act to make guys feel good about male domination. I didn’t really enjoy it that much, but the thought of her willing to do it was just good enough… or perhaps the girls who did go down on me just suck at sucking…….. I pulled my member away only to remember….
Me: oh fucking great… no condom.
Ash: it’s ok…
Me: you sure? (you’re not fucking kidding right?)
Ash: really it’s ok …… just pull out in time…
Me: I will… (whatever you say…..I just don’t want your children with my last name.)
I wasn’t about to disappear and return with a box of raincoats fifteen minutes later anyway. I guided my flag pole towards the entrance of her love hole and teased it by entering at the tip without going all the way.
Ash: fuck me…. (irritated sexually)
Me: you like this? (continued teasing)
Ash: fuck me now… …
Me: now? ….like this? ( what a prick!)
Ash: Like this………! (she wrapped her legs around my butt to pull my hips towards her and my peck slid in comfortably.)
Tight but smooth… KY Jelly was totally unnecessary…. Each pump was echoed by a yelp. She was beyond care even if my neighbours heard, I guess not even if her Toa Payoh neighbours were watching for that matter.
I say, stamina for sex should be a sum of two co-related meanings. 1) Endurance stamina – when PE does not mean stupid Physical Education but Premature Ejaculation, and; 2) Physical stamina – when passing IPPT is mission impossible for RT regulars. While I don’t suffer from the first equation, I am sure that RT would be a post birthday event for me yearly if not for MO declaring me physically unfit for IPPT.
The alternative – I lifted Ash, still plugged into her, turned her around and sat myself down leaving her in a cowgirl position. It was feast for the eyes when her melons bounced up and down with each thrust. She went at it for almost a good 10 minutes and followed by gyrating like a grind. The motion left my adrenaline pumping as I felt my volcano was about to erupt anytime.
Me: I am cumming…. (trying her to lift her up.)
Ash: …. (continued grinding)
Me: Get up… I am going to explode.
Ash: inside me, it’s ok… (still going at it)
Me: No…. (what the fuck… get up!)
Ash: it’s ok…
Me: No……………… (splat! Splat! Splat!)
Ash: it’s ok, … I love you.
Me: me too (I meant HUH????)
Her response caught me off-guard but I wasn’t about to break her heart for fear of her breaking my boner if my reply wasn’t equally flattering.. But hell, what was she talking about.. Hours earlier, she just broke up with Eugene and now… I veered my thoughts to think that it was an after sex statement. I shifted her sideways to lay down on the bed giving her a hug as warm as I could.
We dozed off till next morning….. sleeping in perspiration and semen…
Trouble starts……
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COFFEE TALK
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I say, I am surrounded by swines everyday who come into office and sneezing their germs out… does that constitute swine flu?
Thanks for all the support and upz from Bros and Sisters so far.. I realized I just tripled my reputation points. I swear I will call Monsoon books and see if Gerrie Lim would like to buy my copyright should I get 200pts soon.
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… when you think things were going alright. I mean how can you not be contented when you just had great sex, you wake up in the morning to a woman who still looked pretty much the same as the pretty one you bed the evening before. Unless you feel you had too much blood in your alcohol stream and hooked up Amy Winehouse, I guess you probably don’t want to get out of bed. Then again, I’d never wanted to get out of bed on weekdays anyway…
Friday 8:30am - I had 2 options - to scramble out of bed, do a BMT shower and change parade, drive along road shoulder of ECP and sit my royal arse on my chair at 9:03, pretending to watch bloomberg. Or, I could write a text inform Mr. Ego that I was meeting an imaginery client at 9am and the meeting was only arranged the night before. Wait I was forgetting something, what about the sperm-filled Ash?
Me: I gotta get to work… (what do I do with you?)
Ash: you have spare keys? I wanna sleep in a little longer (probably talking in her sleep)
Me: In the drawer at the PC. (deciding to just drag my arse to work)
Ash: ok.. I will lock up.
Me: k… see ya
On my ride, it occurred to me to pick up my blackberry to check on texts and missed calls. (nobody really cared for me that much I guess) Only one missed call - Eugene. Reads 11:30pm. Great! I should call him up to tell him, that I have just screwed his ex….
a silly M1 song away….
Eugene: Hello?! (Irritated voice)
Me: Hello mate, you called (ignorance)
Eugene: oh yeah only last night! (I guess he meant to say “oh yeah where the fuck were you?”)
Me: Silent mode, sorry (when it should have been “fucking your ex!”.) … wassup?
Eugene: Ash didn’t go home last night… I was at her place (I could feel his exasperation)
Me: Oh… (half wondering if I should mention) … really? (Liar) You two ok?
Eugene: Yeah fine.. She just said she was working late last night and would be home late (or not at all…. oh wait… fuck me… didn’t you two fucking break up?)
Me: Oh …. you tried calling… (…the bitch who just screwed you and me)?
Eugene: Yeah many times… if she calls you let me know yeah.. bye… doooooooooooooooooooooooo.
In any normal circumstance, I would be thinking why the hell would Ash call me.
I had an inkling then it was gonna be a long day… partly because I had 5 meetings from 10am.. but more so on what not to expect…
At the Kopitiam:
Million thanks to bros drop me comments like up/z you.. It put a smile on my face but I would still like to keep my virgin ass for now…. (peace) For sisters who make such comments, I say, when?
Bro Joew2005: Well beauty didn’t officially leave the beast for one … and hell.. beauty is a debatable term….
Bro Tommypingpong: Thanks for the up.. but some believe the points can get them a blowjob from the female pump attendant… (no offence to petrol aunties.)
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good post bro… i wish i were you
Bro phil107t: Really?? when half your friends, especially with those with girlfriends, avoid you ….. ?
To all bros/sis who enjoyed my “wicked sense” of blabber…. that’s only because you are as cynical as I.
I am still waiting for a particular bro to hijack my thread and share his familiar story with us…
Digression.
For bros/sis anticipated more juicy materials.. not in this episode either.. apologies…
Meetings were an hour each, but my mind drifted into nostradamic possibilities of what was coming. While I have an impulse to sound flashy samsung for an explanation, I lacked the conviction to give my alcoholic friend any that would resemble a get out of jail card. 5 meetings later didn’t help me decide on the next course of action. I gave up trying to coin up excuses for myself and decided what most great politicians do in times of trouble - shut the fuck up and pretending nothing has happened.
I thought I did a great job for perhaps 16 hours until Saturday noon when my networking device decided to wake me up from my houdini act. Text reads:
Ash: I still hv ur keys. Free 2 meet up later?
Me: I will swing by to pick it up wherever u r (hoping I can get away with minimal minutes contact)
Ash: Pick me up from home at 5.
Me: I’ve plans for tonite (liar…)
Ash: 4pm then… see you ( I assumed “see you” meant no appeal)
My urgency to get my keys back stamped from the thought of deleting all evidences of intimacy of any kind. However, another part of me felt that I deserved the right to understand her convoluted mind. I couldn’t help but wonder if her twisted concept of getting laid was anything to do with not getting enough from Eugene.
In all honesty, I didn’t have any plans (not enough friends as it was already) for the evening. Nevertheless, to make it believable, I put on my Levis and a long sleeved shirt pretending - giving the impression that a wild night beckons.
PIE took me to Toa Payoh in the quickest time possible - perhaps to say… that was highway to hell… Upon arriving at her block, Ash did perhaps the most surprising thing a venusian would do - she waited at the void deck - a place you hang around when feeling loveless, lonely and empty.
Decked in a spag top and, perhaps, Levis too, I figured my conversation with her wasn’t going to be - thanks, catch you later, bye! Ash conveniently hopped into my car … and before I could even open my mouth.. the most dreaded possibility froze me at the steering wheel - Blue chevy swerved in right in front of Mr. Cooper. I was doing my hail marys while cursing and swearing concurrently. Newcastle winning games seemed to be a more likely.
Eugene got out, Ash got out, I was undecided if I should… but did too. An ugly scene beckoned.
Eugene: where are you two going? (agitated)
Me: err… (I didn’t know what to say, and even if I did, I doubt words would surfaced)
Ash: well it’s time you know (a matter-of-factly)
Me: err… (who should know what?)
Eugene: fucking right… how long has it been? (100 degrees celsius - so much so he resembled a boiling kettle)
Ash: since the last time you did the same to me!
Me: huh? (Fuck me… I realised I just became a vengence pawn!)
Eugene: This is how you treat your brother…!! (one hand pressing on my shoulder… wait… I was your brother?… yeah right.. only when you’re drunk)
Me: wait… can someone tell me what’s happening? (at least before you pound me)
Eugene: you slept with my girl, that’s what! (aggressive swaying his other hand held by Ash)
Ash: Get off him… (she sandwiched us)
Me: look, I… am sorry that this has to happen (sounded really like a politician who refused to admit his fault but “sorry it had to happen”)
I freed myself of Eugene’s grasp and headed to my car - confrontation wasn’t my cup of tea. There was momentuous struggle between the two infidelites. I was about to drive off when Ash wrestled free as well and make a quick dash to my passenger seat.
Ash: DRIVE!
Adulterer taxi uncle was a quiet throughout 15 minutes of destination nowhere… and if mini continued its journey for next 10min or so, we would have needed to make a U-turn at Tuas checkpoint. I half wondered how Mr. Boiling pot was at the moment while considering how to make an entry……
Me: Can you tell me honestly what happened?
Ash: you won’t understand …. (then bloody hell help me!)
Me: Try me… (still as pretentiously gentlemanly)
Ash: 2 months ago, Eugene slept with Jamie (a mutual friend, Ash’s good friend… ah .. wasn’t that difficult….)
Me: uhuh…. (waiting for her to go on…)
Ash: that’s it… we are even and quits.
Me: Does Eugene know that you know about it?
Ash: I saw Eugene waiting in his chevy before you came… (that figures… but the not so coincidental confrontation did not dwindle any heaviness in me)
30 seconds of silence, I was thinking of asking 2 questions : 1) so I was part of your PLOT all this while..? 2) why me? I was sure I was only one of Eugene many friends given his party ways. I opened my mouth again
Me: Where are you going? (escapism - trying to find a way to drop her off)
Ash: You want to know why you right? (Venus teaches mind reading too???)
Me: huh?…. (with great anticipation.)
Ash: You are not commited to relationships.. I don’t want string attached… to payback Eugene.
Me: I see… (see my ass… you just screwed up our friendships)
Ash: but… ( I hate buts…….
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Originally Posted by
deadonarrival
hmm… will this turn out to be a good ending??
Well TCS might wanna revisit the ending if not satisfactory….
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Originally Posted by
x-netfun
hey come on, pls ignite ur turbo……
how? …. I feel a little daft…
lmao, ignore the ignite part.
Nice stories btw, imo, the lady might have observed the level of friendship btn u and eugene b4 choosing u.
pls continue
Pretty good story (or rather, real life encounter?), hope to see the rest of the story real soon… Keep it up!
yo Good Life…
you write beautifully…and with subtle humour thrown in…
makes reading a very enjoyable affair…
also makes one anxious for the next episode…
do write more whenever your cynical mind is not required in meetings…
look forward to your next installment of this Red Thread ala SBF…
I will not even bother to try and influence you on the sanctity of relationships nor question the authenticity of the your experience, but thank you for writing this story. i am privileged to have experience your very fine writing skills. excellent.