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Originally Posted by
blohsg
Where’ve you been ? Bz week prior to nomination day ?
long weekend coming up
who’re you spending it with ?
Yup, extremely busy. I’m alone this weekend unfortunately. Shirley is in Malaysia, and Jenny is, well, somewhere I’m not… Hoping she’s gonna call though… Haha…
I sat there contemplating on my next course of action. Suddenly it did not
feel right. Looking back, I had really taken advantage of the situation, and
the twins.
Natalie was taking an awfully long time in the shower. I finished the beer
and peeled off the tissue with some effort. I decided that perhaps it was
time to leave. I grabbed my clothes and put them on, not bothering about my
filthy dick. I could clean up at home.
Maybe it was best if I made a hasty exit. I found the house keys, and
unlocked the door and gate, and pushed my bicycle out. I locked the gate and
threw the keys back in. They landed nicely on the door mat.
I took out my phone to text Nicole.
Me: I’m gone. Let myself out. Keys on mat. I’m sorry for everything. Happy
birthday.
I got on my bike and rode off.
Looking back, that night was probably the one of the biggest regrets of my
life. I had hurt Nicole, someone who actually cared about me, badly, due to
my inability to think with my big head.
Since I left, the sms that I had sent her was the last ever correspondence
between both of us.
Roughly ten years has passed since that night, and everytime I look back and
reflect, the conclusion is still the same. I should not have done it. I
should not have sacrificed a potential relationship for a night of
unadulterated fun.
I guess I was still young and immature then, and it was not worth it. Well,
the experience of a threesome with twins was definitely worth it, but I lost
a friend and potential romantic partner because of it.
A few years ago, I actually bumped into Natalie in Parkway Parade. I had
wanted to talk to her to ask her how Nicole was doing, but I will always
remember the icy stare she gave me as we walked past each other.
I still have Nicole’s number stored in my sim card, but I never did muster
the courage to contact her. Maybe ten years is not enough to erase the hurt
I caused her. But I will never know, especially since I do not have the
balls to do so.
But anyway, the story is transiting to the next phase of my life, which is
the time after Nicole and Natalie, and sunsequently my poly days.
Stay tuned.
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Originally Posted by
blohsg
hmmm … you left abruptly … oh well … it’s a pity it didn’t work out the way you wanted it to … dats’ life … you learn something everyday … you win some you lose some.
hehe Jenny will call b4 midnite?
She didn’t call. It’s been me and my right hand… How boring… Maybe she’ll call tonight. Haha…
actually it’s more like:
tanya - jc1
charmine - jc1/2
nicole & natali - jc2-quitting jc
jenny - friend sis, known since jc1
shirley - known since jc1 and currently living together…
i’m on course at the moment so updates might be a little slow…
timeline is at the post-quitting jc pre-poly days when i was working part-time..
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Originally Posted by
Chriskeong
Ic. Power la. Such a short time gt 6 sia.
Who is your most fav
most of them were not long term no favourites as well.
hottest - tanya
best experience - tanya/twins
most sex - jenny and shirley
but of course I have a soft spot for Shirley…
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Originally Posted by
fourhorseman
Movie? I love movie. One easy story is to make it a spoof of jennifer’s body, thai style. And one by one, TS’ girls get hunted down by one of the girl that has been sacrificed to the devil, but is an imperfect sacrifice, the devil is angry and wants TS’ soul. each new girl that TS meet get hunted down, lotsa blood spilling everywhere. Ending sequence TS give his soul to the devil and have the time of his life fucking the girl he sacrifice. When he cums, his eyes turn red, and the girl becomes pregnant and her abdomen enlarges. Movie ends
bro if you can fund this and write a good script, i’ll be the male lead… haha…
Since leaving JC, I had a good one year or so before Poly started. During
that time, I took on numerous part time jobs to supplement my lifestyle.
Cigarettes and alcohol, as well as protein powder are not cheap.
One of the more memorable jobs I took on was at a coffee joint in Siglap
where I was trained, but never certified, to be a barista. No reasons were
given, but I guess it was probably because I was a part-timer. Really
part-time, I worked like 6 hours a day, 4-5 times a week, as I had other
jobs as well.
Anyway, I was unattached then, having great regret over the way I treated
Nicole, and decided that it was probably best not to get into another
relationship. In fact, I was so unfriendly towards girls, maybe I did not
want to give myself a chance to hurt anyone else, that the man on the street
probably thought I was gay. It did not help that I had ear piercings, one on
the right and two on the left. (Someone once told me that having more on the
right means you are gay, while more on the left means you are straight, and
the same on both ears means you are bi. Can anyone confirm this?)
I was not really close to the other staff there as I was hardly around
unless I was on shift. Most of them were either full-timers, or full-time
part-timers. There were more girls than guys, and most were studying. I
wondered how I even got the job, consdering the slight gender biased hiring
trend I noticed.
It was an eye-candy feast though, as most of the girls wore tight polo-tee
tops and either berms or jeans. Some of the more adventurous ones wore
skirts, and I liked to watch from behind the counter as they bent over to
wipe the tables.
The shift manager who was in charge of training me was a guy named Francis.
He was in his late twenties, and was really flirtatious with the female
staff. I often wondered if he used his position of authority to get blowjobs
in the storeroom.
Anyway, Francis was a mean bastard. To me anyway. I was one of the four male
part-timers that were on the payroll, but somehow Francis took great
pleasure in reprimanding me every opportunity he got.
I still remember his “Don’t burn the fucking milk you dumbass!” when I had
to steam milk for cappucinnos, or his “Put so much chocolate syrup for fuck?
You making mocha or hot chocolate?”.
It was a good learning experience. Even though I did not really need the
job, it still payed relatively well for part-timers, and I really did not
have much other stuff to do. (The banquet waiter job was mostly on weekends,
and only if they needed staff, and my gym trainer job was mostly adhoc,
based on whether my friend needed extra help, but as mentioned before, the
gym eventually closed down.) Anyway, there was a direct bus from my place to
Siglap, and I really needed to occupy my time.
However, things were different with the other shift manager, I shall call
her Maryanne. She was a second generation Fillipino-Chinese, and was
studying part-time for her hospitality degree.
She was around 28, slim, with tanned, slender legs. She wore glasses, and
her hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail. She was tall, almost as tall as
me, and her breasts were huge for her slender frame. They were mostly
accentuated by the tight polo-tees that the female staff wore. Her ass was
shapely, as with the rest of her body. Sadly, she usually wore pants or
jeans instead of skirts, possibly knowing that she would cause one nosebleed
to many should she have to bend over.
I enjoyed learning from Maryanne. She was patient, and always ensured that
the basics were mastered before going on to the more advanced stuff. More
importantly, she was friendly and outgoing, and my elbows had the pleasure
of meeting her chest on more than one ocassion, thanks to the small space
behind the coffee machine and the cabinets. I always apologised each time it
happened, but she waved it off with a smile.
Another difference between Maryanne and Francis was that she bothered to get
to know the part-timers. During smoking breaks (yes, she smoked too), she
would ask me more about myself, how many siblings I had, how I spent my free
time, and what my future plans were. Sometimes I would accidentally
fantasise what it would be like with her in bed. But I quickly put it out of
my mind as she was my boss, and a good ten years older than me. She was way
out of my league.
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Originally Posted by
blohsg
tot you’re on course ? haha talk about movies only and you appear haha
extended lunch break…
and i always wanted to be a porn star… haha…
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Originally Posted by
blohsg
Enigma : wat’s the fascination with being a porn stud ? The orgasms the stud gets should be quite real right ? Half the ladies are probably faking it all the way. The studs don’t get as much recognition as compared to the ladies … but up sid
e is you’ll always be having a g
ood time
in front of a whole crew of people …
i think it’s an innate desire of most hot-blooded males to want to be fucking hot chicks on camera… who agrees? kee chiu!
haha…
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Originally Posted by
blohsg
4HM : oh ic … 20 guys ez … just find the female LEAD … post her pic and you’ll have at least 40 candidates … the Female Lead … might b a problem … who wants to b stuffed 20 times ? tot the story was about 1 male lead and several female love interests ?
Enigma : so what do you think of a GB with 19 other guys ? Go or No Go ?
go. of course go. find a set of hot bi twins first. we’ll make it into a hit bigger than 251… can get annabel chong to guest star or host… haha…