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Out of loneliness, she will grow to rely on u. Not unlike the other 2 gals…and as far as history goes….:x
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If its just to get back at her husband, ure just the means to her end. She may end up more hurt because of this, and u’ll just add another mark on ur record.
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Her emotional state may not be leading her to make best decisions. I know I said earlier follow her lead etc, but the latest post made me think otherwise. The transformation from a hesitant, uncertain woman to one who initiates the action the next time… The shift,tho not impossible is kind of sudden.
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Sen5eS
Well Bro E’s story’s quite an Epic … it wasn’t written in a day
Followers all had to be patient especially those from Day 1 hehehe
In Due Time We shall wait … so how about now ?
Epic would appropriately describe the problems I might face very soon…
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drslump99
Bro Enigma, relationship is never easy to handle. The feeling 爱与痛的边缘 is very real, too much what if …. And too many possibilities, but if u dun take the step, u never will know. U may end up regretting for the rest of your life, for not making certain decisive decision at that junction. I may have relate your whole experience differently, but I think u have a decision to make soon.
The current decision is not an easy one. It’s precisely the reason why I shy away from relationships. The girl I’ve been seeing recently is not exactly a normal girl. Maybe I’ll update. Still thinking about it…
Actually, Bro japboy is right. I’ve left a trail of hurt. I’ve tried to change but apparently to no avail. And now I’m even playing with someone’s wife.
I know karma can be a bitch, and I’m just waiting for my time.
After reading japboy’s post, I’m inclined to stop right now as seriously, the events of the past week have been led to the most morally questionable decisions of my entire life.
Maybe all I needed was a wake up call, which did not come from my brothers or cousins or even friends, and yet japboy’s post managed to sum everything up pretty nicely.
To all readers, hope you understand if I decide to take a short hiatus.
She messaged me one afternoon while I was at work.
R: Can meet?
Me: Now? I’m at work. What’s up?
R: Nvm.
I did not reply and did not get another message from her till much later.
R: I’m at XXX hotel. Room number XXXX. I left the keycard for you at the reception. Let me know what time you come.
Me: What?
R: I want to see you.
Me: Ok.
By the time I finished my work, it was around 8 plus, and I reached the hotel around 10pm. I had little difficulty getting the keycard from the reception, and headed up to the room.
I inserted the keycard with much trepidation, as I did not know what to expect. Did she hurt herself deliberately and wanted me to find the body? It was definitely a huge blow to find out that her husband was cheating on her, and now she was all alone in a hotel room. I really wondered what she was doing there.
I opened the door and peered in. She was lying under the covers, propped up on some pillows, watching Lord of the Rings: Return of the King on HBO. Almost a dozen beer cans were lying around, I picked a couple up and shook them, they were empty.
Me: Hello.
R: Hi.
Me: How are you feeling?
R: I don’t know.
Me: Why did you drink so much?
R: Not just me. My friend was over just now.
She took a swig from another can beside her.
R: Sit?
I sat down next to her on the bed, and she immediately snuggled up to me, laying her head on my chest. I put my hand around her shoulder. I was tempted to rest my palm on her breast but decided against it, placing it on her stomach instead.
We lay there in silence for awhile.
R: Why don’t you to take a shower? You’ll feel more comfortable.
I wondered if I was feeling uncomfortable in the first place, but I headed to the bathroom anyway. After my shower, I wore my running shorts and singlet and slid back into bed with her. She snuggled up to me and I wrapped my arms around her again. Her hands wandered to my groin but she did not touch it, placing them on my thighs instead.
We watched TV in silence again. I wondered if I should actually be doing anything. Would she resist if I made my move? After all, she was vulnerable, and would be an easy target. But could I really be that bastard?
I started stroking her arm, trying to see if there was any reaction. She squirmed a little, probably feeling that it was ticklish. I placed my other hand on her thigh and stroked it too. She squirmed a little more.
I kissed her forehead, and moved to her soft lips. In my eagerness, my teeth clashed with her braces.
Me: Oops.
Suddenly she grabbed my face and kissed me. Gently at first, then slowly her lips parted and our tongues met, engaging in a slow, swirling battle. My hands moved downwards towards her back and unhooked her bra through her tank top. I moved them to the front and cupped them, feeling their fullness in my palms, and teased her nipples with my thumbs. I felt them harden under my touch, or maybe the air-conditioning was a little too cold.
I broke free from the kiss, and removed her tank top, before attacking her breasts with my mouth, licking and sucking lightly on her nipples while squeezing gently. I heard a soft moan escape her lips. I moved down to her stomach, kissing and licking while removing her shorts and panties. As I proceeded to her thighs, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. I spread her legs and went in, she was already wet.
I teased her clit and labia with my tongue and slowly inserted a finger into her extremely tight but wet pussy. I slurped up her juices like I was sex-starved, which I was. It was hard to tell if she was enjoying herself though, as she was very quiet.
After around 5 minutes, she pushed me off and headed to the bathroom.
R: Need to pee.
When she was done, she strode towards me with authority.
R: Lie down.
Me: Huh?
R: Just lie down.
I did as I was told and she mounted me, and gave me a catbath, teasing me all the way till she reached my cock. She took it in her mouth and teased me until I became hard. I felt as though I was going to cum so I pulled her up and we started kissing again.
R: Did you bring it?
Me: Yes.
R: Go get it.
I went to get the condoms from my bag. She was already lying on the bed with her legs spread. I capped myself.
R: Fuck me.
I did not need a second invitation.
I placed my cock at the entrance and pushed in slowly. She was much wetter than the last time, but still as tight. It was as though I was fucking a virgin.
I managed to get half my cock in before withdrawing, and I started thrusting into her.
She closed her eyes and grabbed the sheets, moaning softly.
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Sen5eS
updates ! wO
Ot ! Here we go again !
Was this b4 or after the reality check from Japboy ?
As always the Truth is hard to swallow … but at least all comments are genuine in the sense that it’s supportive as well as honest matter of fact.
before bro. Which was why i said i made a few morally questionable judgement calls. Emphasis on “few”…
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kittymae
I wonder who was that friend… Hmmm.
Fact: if a woman wants to hurt herself because of a man, she will make sure it’s the man who find her body. So ur worries then might be unfounded…
But bro E, do exercise caution, my woman’s intuition is, and I may be wrong, if Not for loneliness, then R seems to be attempting to get back at her husband for his philandering ways.
But everything is still ur decision to make in the end. I’m can only offer my input from a female POV.
Hope u manage to clear ur confusion soon. All the best.
You’re spot on.
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kittymae
Dang it
RUN AWAY.
Bro e, 4 ur own sake, I hope u did.
run away? Why? It was the best sex i had in ages…
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kittymae
Hmmm..maybe it’s because it’s been that long so it felt that way? LOLS.
Jokes aside (and this is really my own personal opinion) and at risk of sounding like japboy’s “clone”, carry on and she will begin expecting and wanting more.
Unless u intend to? Which at this moment I kinda doubt…oops
U mentioned she was with a friend before u arrived. I’m just wondering if it was a lady friend…usually women seek comfort in their gal friends in such cases,who either tell her to (1) forget it & end it with him (2) give a second chance and save their marriage or (3) payback- 可千万别得罪女人!
Or I may be wrong, and she is really just fulfilling her baser desires & ure one lucky guy…hehe
It’s ur call bro, and enough serious stuff fr me…must be boring the rest here. so this kitty shall curl up in corner, lick paws and groom self,whilst waiting for e next installment.
My sincerest apologies to all other readers if my comments have been boring u all
Well, i can say you’re a very good psychoanalyst. But read on. Things are about to get more interesting. Perhaps you could analyse and give me some clue as to what’s going on?
I measured my strokes and thrust slowly and gently, only using around half of my total length to enter her, for fear of hurting her. She was extremely tight, and wet, and the Okamoto 0.02 did not help at all. It felt like I was doing her raw. Her soft moans turned me on extremely. The way she moaned was totally unlike any of my previous partners. Soft, erotic, and sounded as though she was totally enjoying it.
I was slightly distracted when my phone vibrated but I ignored it, and continued thrusting slowly.
We switched positions a couple of times, from missionary to woman-on-top, to doggie, to rear-entry while she was lying flat. I even attempted to fuck her standing up.
Maybe I had performance anxiety or something, but despite her tightness, and her erotic moans, I just could not cum. I just kept thrusting gently and slowly in every position mentioned above. I would have wanted to try some other more exotic positions from the karma sutra, but the techniques kind of disappeared from my head at that point of time. All that was going on in my head was concentrating on thrusting, her moaning, and trying to make her cum.
A couple of times as I was thrusting upwards, hitting her g-spot, while rubbing her clit, she said that she felt like pee-ing. To me, it sounded like she was going to squirt, so I asked her to let herself go. Unfortunately, she did not, and I was kind of disappointed.
By the time I actually came, my legs had gone to another dimension, and I was sure that her pussy was so sore that water hitting it would be like salt on a raw wound.
I withdrew, disposed of the condom, and we proceeded to shower together, caressing each other as we did, and she stroked me till I was erect again.
I was seriously tempted for another round, but I was too spent.
After the shower, we dried ourselves and went back to bed.
I check my phone. It was 1.15am. I checked the sms that came through. It was from my boss reminding me to turn up for the event I had later that morning. The sms was sent at 11.45pm. I got the shock of my life.
Did we really have sex for 1.5 hours? Excluding the foreplay, I probably was inside her for at least a full hour. How in the world did I maintain my erection for that long? I was not young anymore, but perhaps the thrill of having sex with someone new, and tight, kept me going.
We lay in each others arms as I stroked her hair.
Me: Did you enjoy it?
R: Yes.
Me: Why didn’t you cum?
R: No feeling.
Me: What…
R: Really…
Well, that sure brought me back down to earth from my lofty heights of assuming I was a sex god for being able to pleasure her for so long yet she was unable to cum.
It was an unexpected session though. I did not think that she would have allowed me to sleep with her after all she had gone through, and yet it happened.
Conflicting thoughts wandered in my mind as we fell asleep in each others arms. I had to wake up early for an event in a couple of hours. I hoped I would still be able to walk properly later in the morning…
I woke at 5am and untangled myself from her embrace. She merely rolled over and continued sleeping as I took a shower.
When I was done, I emerged from the bathroom to see her wearing the bathrobe, staring out the window.
The first thought that came into my head was that she was regretting the decision, and was reflecting on her actions as she stared out the window. I decided not to say anything in case I made it worse.
I got dressed and sat on the bed, facing away from her.
Me: Erm. I’ll be going now.
She did not say anything. I guessed our short-lived fling was over. While I did not have high hopes of this developing into a mutually beneficial friendship, it seemed to have ended a little too quickly.
I was about to stand up to leave when she suddenly rushed over, straddled me and started kissing me with wild abandon.
Me: Woah… What’s up?
She did not reply and we continued kissing. I resisted the urge to fondle her again, and placed my hands on her waist instead, in case she fell backwards.
Me: Do you want it again?
R: I started kissing you didn’t I?
She did not wait for a response and started to unbuckle my jeans, removing them and my boxers in one swift motion. I removed my t-shirt myself while she stripped off the bathrobe.
She pushed me onto the bed and we started kissing again as she stroked my cock.
After only a couple minutes of making out, I tested her pussy for lubrication and my finger came out soaked. Man, was she horny.
I capped myself and entered her slowly again.
This time we stuck to only the missionary, woman on top and doggie. She seemed to be moaning a little bit louder this time as I thrust into her gently again, for fear of hurting her. She was rather petite and I did not want to rip her apart.
Thankfully for me, I came rather quickly this time around, finishing in probably around 20 minutes. I was very tempted to cum on her beautiful body, but the tightness of her pussy disallowed that and I shot into the condom again. As I withdrew and removed the condom, I was amazed at how fast my testicles had regenerated my semen. It was as though I had been deprived of sex for a very long time.
She snuggled under the covers as I went to shower again.
When I was done, I wanted to cuddle with her for a while, but I was running slightly late, and did not want to get punished by my superiors for being late for the stupid event. I kissed her on her forehead and bade her goodbye.
I was barely in my car and driving for 5 minutes when my phone vibrated.
R: I miss your hugs.
I contemplated on the dangers of texting while driving.
Me: I’ll come back later?
R: What time do you end?
Me: I have no idea. Never checked the itinerary.
R: I shouldn’t have let you go to work.
Me: What… Go and sleep. I’ll come back later. Don’t drink too much.
R: Ok.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully, however I was treated to a couple of interesting SMSes in between.
R: I’m bleeding a little.
Me: Oops. But did you like it?
R: You make me wet. But you’re so big. Tortured me on the bed.
Me: Right.
R: What time are you coming back? My friend might be coming later.
Me: I don’t know. Haven’t ended here yet.
R: Ok. Let me know before you come.
Me: Ok.
Anyway, I ended really late and only reached back the hotel at around 9pm.
While I was walking to the lift, she sent me a text.
R: I got bad news for you.
Me: Oh no.
I went up to the room and entered.
Me: What’s the bad news?
R: I’m divorcing my husband.