Sorry bros… unable to manage any more updates this week due to my hectic schedule… I’ve got backlog to deal with.
Hmmm… thanks for your support. Stay tuned tho and please check back next week…
Story Continued… D-Day + 1… Trooper at the Gates…
So there Lorraine stood, looking more beautiful than I ever remembered her to be, a strange glow within that could only be felt in the past is now seen so clearly behind the steel gates she stood, that very steel gate being the only thing that stood between us.
And there I was, right opposite her, realizing how close I was to the “Mission Objective”. I fell back on the D-Day mission brief, to secure Lorraineville and set up defence perimeter therewithin in the heart of Her. To rescue hostage & double-agent Lorraine there within before Nazis can realize what exactly happened and place her into safety once more, a place where Nazis no longer have a hold over her.
A single artillery shot rang out at the back of my head. Bunch shot, if you guys recall, as I lifted the bouquet of pink roses to her eye-level, making sure it was close enough to the sharp tip of her pixie nose for her to take a whiff of it. She beamed as the glow in her, which was only felt in the past, could now be seen clearly. Blood gushed to her face as her eyes twinkled behind her white horned-rimmed glasses and a wide smile with her pearly white teeth clearly showing stretched across her face.
Town secured, I thought, with initial trepidation, if any, evaporating into the air heavy with the smell of fresh arti shells that just rained down (in this case, lame old 21 pink roses… haha). Confidence took over as I smiled, a gesture in reply to hers, knowing full well that the overwhelming show of firepower had worked so well in the absence of well-trained enemy Nazi troops. Civilians are so easy to take, haha, I laughed deep within, proud that the Blitzkrieg I had planned had worked just as it should…
*Chuckles*…
“That was fast!”
Lorraine quipped, completely surprised by my “Blitzkrieg”. She had not known I was gonna show up. The element of surprised had not been compromised.
“Yea?”
I laughed…
“I should have been faster! After all, 3 weeks is not a very long time…”
I quipped, flashing the most charming smile I could muster…
Lorraine laughed, her head nodding with her eyes squeezed into a slit at my apparent enthusiasm while fidgetting with the keys to unlock that big steel padlock that once kept me (and many other leering man… haha…) out.
“True… But you oughtta know I’ve got to pick Glen up from school? Like now..? Lorraine’s steady voice, which by then had sound so sweet, trailed off as the padlock popped open.
Objective wide opened by civilian assets, I thought. Now’s the moment!
“Really?”
I mocked a tone of surprise before dropping it low…
“Let’s make it quick then…”
I opted for the old Pincer maneoever and side-stepped the slow outward swinging steel gate and made my move inwards, both my hands swinging forward to enclose her at the same time.
“Assault on a fixed enemy position is best performed by two parellel moving lines of troopers otherwise known as a Pincer Movement!” I could hear my instructor shout out while he repeatedly taps the A-Frame with a branch that he picked off the ground, tracing it to make the lines more visible on the flapping map.
Pincer manouever successful with objective secured. We are now in Lorraineville as I pulled her close to me in one swift motion, the bouquet of roses that smashed all defences wide open so effectively still in my right hand and now tucked behind her back with Lorraine safely in my arms… and giggling non-stop…
Lol… I must say that I am extremely amused at the lively banter that developed recently… Hmmmm…
Let me start my response by thanking Bro Missle & Bro Geminizzzz for defending my thread and postings, and more importantly for defending my style of expression & writing. It is most appreciated by me and your support is most invaluable, together w/ other bros/sis who likes this story thus far.
On the other hand, I really would like to thank Bro Zapbait & Bro taslismann for their invaluable feedback as well. As mentioned much earlier on in this thread, I’d love for feedbacks to be a norm in this thread. It keeps it alive and at least I’d know I ain’t reciting a story to a mere liveless wall… That’d really dampen my enthusiasm to carry on…
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Originally Posted by
zapbait
kinda disappointed … finally come to the sex parts and you do a D-Day rendition of the exciting parts… some ppl might enjoy it but it’s really distracting and turn off for me …
just my 2 cents worth .. can resume to normal writing? pretty please
Just some clarifications here, the sex parts are really still some time off… There are sex parts, but as mentioned earlier, its far & apart. Haha, I’ve kindda anticipated that there will be responses like yours and I must apologise that the soap-opera likeness of this thread will not cater to the tastes of all (I’ve mentioned and cautioned that already). The r/s between Lorraine & I wasn’t a “wham-bang-bye” affair and that’s not how I intend to flow this story along. So why this story then? Sorry bro, inexperienced me only has this one story in my life that I’ve felt have shaped me so please do pardon a young bro here. Hmmm… why post it then? Well, Lol… as some bros have commented, as much as this encounter is memorable to me, it stirs up some of their memories as well… As guys, we all like sex and I like it very much myself as well… But I’ve always felt that sex is a mean to an end and I’m sure there are many bros here who would agree that they’ve found unrequitted love a challenge to get over and it has prolly formed, be it consciously or sub-consciously, a major part of their live w/ prolly the sweetest of memories. Some still pursue it till this day hoping that it’d one day be requitted…
And so I share… in hope that some will share with me as well… I’m a learning youngling after all.
As to your remarks on “KISS” way of writing, I couldn’t agree more. That’s a style I keep to for my proposals and reports. It is also my sincerest belief that this story is “KISS” as well. The “war scenes” are not war scenes per se, …, but hmmm you’d realize that it is consistent with the way I right from on-start. I like to draw parallel inferences to real life events (as I did using CK & UOB ads) and D-Day was really how I felt like when Darren was first away. It was added as humour and spice and I really didn’t expect such an uproar… hahaha. Errr… its just me. I enjoy making jokes outta everything in life & this is just one of my ways to illustrate my feelings in a visual manner….
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Originally Posted by
talismann
Bro SexyStan, kudos to your writing to so far, have really enjoyed it and can only admire your talents. Just to chime in a little, I agree with bro zapbait, this D-Day thing is a little unromantic/asexual to your tantalizing tryst.
I hoped I’ve clarified why its linked to D-Day, unnecessary as some bros might feel. Its not a reference to war… or war stories… Hmmm… simply put, this is not a wham-bang story as well… Well, I don’t wank on a daily basis but I’d laugh many times a day… I do believe there are some bros like me as well.
Some people prefer “desperate housewives” (I think most Singaporeans do in fact) but a few (myself included) are faithfully followers of “Sex & the City” due to the way its presented and the wits therein.
Having said all these, all feedback, positive or negative will be valued greatly. I assure you that I understand your points and hope most sincerely you’d get my picture as well…
Well, once again, thank you all bros for your feedback and responses. Thanks for keeping this thread alive… Cheers…
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Originally Posted by
talismann
Hi bro, its great to hear from you again though I was hoping for more narrative.
Perhaps I wasn’t clear in my remarks, point being your writing so far, regardless of the contents (yes, perhaps no sex is more factual), has been a delight to read (until this controversy). My opinion was that the sudden change of theme felt like my TV set was suddenly changed to black and white picture, the connection was absent. Pre-dating that, I almost felt that I could connect with your writing, identifying with it because it felt like an everyday event. But its your story to write, appreciate it nonetheless. Thanks.
Thank you for your understanding and support, which I’ve never doubted. Hmmm… Hope you can see now that there wasn’t really a change in style and the story is still progressing in a real time fashion. Lol… well, sometimes, black and white cute scenes are thrown into scriipts to create a parallel inference like I’ve said… Apologies tho, if I’ve done a lousy job on this… haha.
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Originally Posted by
zapbait
No Uproar la … just a passionate feedback … cos passionate about ur story ma
you also impressed me with the way you handle 2 different types of responds to your writing… not only a good writer but good at handling “fan mails”
will hang around here for more of ur writing then
Thank you bro for your vote of confidence.
Shall try to continue the story now… considering I’ve some time before I head to bed…
Story Continued… Currahee
Yes… I know I am so going to get flamed for importing another quote from HBO’s Band of Brothers and pushing the “WW2 rendition” further… Haha…
Well, as explained earlier, my writing style and thought patterns are really pretty much based on parallel-inferences and I draw on them alot; Battlecries and Normandy landings because I really felt that way then the minute Darren was no longer in the picture. Battlecries because my attempt to win Lorraine’s heart and mind was an uphill task… and yes, I really compared Lorraine to France. Departure day for Darren was D-day to me; Just as how it was pivotal to the Allies winning the war, I had felt it would be pivotal for the development of my relationship w/ Lorraine.
Well, if you guys think that war is an inapt description of events to come… I hope you’d understand by now that the fight for Lorraine was indeed war to me… The most brutal of wars in fact. That was how much I needed to win her.
Band of Brothers fans would be familiar with Currahee, the famous war cry for the 506th US Airborne regiment. It’s an old red indian word meaning “We stand alone, together” and that was how I felt as Lorraine fell into my arms, giggling… which I stiffled almost immediately with a kiss to her lips.
Lorraine reciprocated with her eyes closed and promptly pushed me away, laughing “I’m late! I need to pick Glen up…”
I looked on at her blankly and obviously disappointed.. Day 1 and she needs to pick Glen up… sigh… reality check, I will never be the only man in her life. The fact that the big one’s gone, only means that the little one is still here. That blank look lasted not more than a second and I planted another kiss smack right on her lips again. This time round though, my tongue met hers as well as I could feel her grip on my waist tightening.
Lorraine bit my lips in a fashion that I was familiar once upon a time, and once (Please refer to my earlier posting on the time we made out in her car, Lol… you’d know its really just that once I was bitten…) as well, a fashion I’ve almost forgotten… and boy can this girl bite.
“Ouch…” I pulled away laughing as I found myself looking straight into Lorraine’s scrunched up face “Ok, I get it… you are late…”
Lorraine broke into a smile “Now, let’s not get overboard shall we? Its just Day 1, Darren’s just left? I need to pick Glen up? And my door’s fucking open? Whatever are you thinking Junior?”
Seeing no reaction from me, Lorraine chidded “I know what you are thinking…” Lorraine laughed as she threw her head backwards and eyeballed me with mocked contempt in her eyes. “If you are thinking you gonna get some action now… All I can say is NOT IN THE HOUSE!” There, she finally had to speak of the unspoken rules. Speak of? Spelt it out more like it. WW2 was unromantic? Now what do you guys call this? Hahaha…
Awwwww…. I thought silently, disappointment showing in my eyes…
Lorraine must have sensed it as she reached for my hand and took the bouquet of roses. Planting a kiss on my cheek, she whispered “Thank you junior, that was sweet… Not in the house, not today… but we’ve got plenty of time…” before pulling away and flashing a wink at me… “If you are thinking anything cheeky… *Giggles*… All I can say is you young boys need to learn a lesson or two about patience…” She teased…
“Ok! I need to pick Glen up…” Her tone changed as she held onto my hand and started to drag me out…
Currahee… As long as Darren’s not around, we stand alone, together… free to do whatever we want….
Not quite, I’ve still got Glen to deal with… I groaned as realisation hits me almost immediately…
“I can’t give you a lift…” Lorraine hissed… “I’m late!”
Story Continued… The Longest Day(s)…
Bros flaring up and screaming at me now with “NO MORE WW2 SHIT YOU FUCKING MORON! I CAN’T FARKING WANK TO ALL THESE…” hold your horses (or your dicks, whichever is more apt…
). If you guys are frustrated with the recent draggy developments on WW2, imagine how I must have felt!
I must be a pretty good writer; I did not just narrate did I? I made you feel how I felt…
All that wait, the deliberate set-up with 21 roses and all, was completely wasted. There Lorraine was, in my arms, clad in her white-horned rimmed glasses, her pixie face looking so damn cute with infinite changes in expressions, her twinkling eyes… I could smell her with that light fragrance on her! I could smell her hair which was so carefully swept back and clipped. I could feel her lips and tongue as well as her warm breath. I could even feel her bite! I had my arms around her slender waist and yes I could feel those sensual curves!
And there, she had to say it… “Not in the house…” The unspoken rules finally spoken of, “a lesson or two about patience…” She had to lecture… I’m sure you guys get the picture. My bursting heart, my throbbing dick after three weeks of waiting and splash! Cold waters of Normandy… sunken heart and sunken dick, as dead as the sunken Bismaark or USS Arizona…
If Paramount Pictures “The Longest Days” depicted D-Day landings… my movie would be called “The Longest Days…'
0700H to 1200H a long wait? Yes, Darren’s gone… but Glen’s still here… For the whole of that particular day, Lorraine kept herself busy with the prince in her life, despite the absense of the Fuhrer.
Hahaha… =P… Happy waiting Junior… I’m sorry, Glen’s still around… =P
My mobile phone mocked with Lorraine’s name right at the top where “Sender” is.
…
I replied with the very dots I had punched appearing at the back of my mind as well…
Patience my boy… Hen’s night next week… ;P
Yea remind me… as three more days of her fussing about Glen continued… *Groan*
Hi Bros, many apologies for not being able to manage further updates until today, hope you guys haven’t lost too much patience. I know its been long cause I couldn’t even find my thread when I wanted to… Lol. Here goes nothing…
Story Continued… Pictures of You
Hold your horses bros… Let me clarify first… the above caption does not suggest in anyway that THERE ARE NOT GONNA BE KINKY SHOTS OF LORRAINE… IT SIMPLY ISN’T RIGHT THAT WE TOOK PICTURES… Sheesh… its tough managing the expectations you guys have on this thread… Hahaha…
Lorraine’s fussing over her precious baby cub continued for the next few days in Darren’s absense to the extent that we couldn’t even do our daily jog as she wasn’t comfortable with leaving Glen alone in the house. I understand, of course, that it was only right that Lorraine felt that way but as mentioned earlier, if bros here can’t stand the dragginess, I wouldn’t be able to stand the cold water treatment I had to go through after an arduous 3 weeks wait just got Darren to be gone so that Lorraine and I could have some alone time…
Alone time? Yeah right… Hahaha
Though we could not carry on our runs, we made it a point to have breakfast… yes, every morning. If I had expectations on how the relationship was gonna turn out for us in Darren’s absense, Lorraine had her own set of expectations as well for the breakfasts. Like mine, her’s was doused with a blast of cold water as my frustrations began to show over the initial days of Darren’s absense…
Uneventful breakfasts, uneventful days as I focused on my hectic daily schedule, keeping the disappointment outta my head for the subsequent days to come.
“I sense frustration in you!”
Lorraine quipped as she eyes me curiously with a hint of smile forming beneath her face… This was D-Day + 3 and breakfast was at her place (i.e. no action bros… remember the rules Lorraine & I adhere to mutually… sigh); 3 days of uneventfulness EVEN IN DARREN’S ABSENCE… WTF DID YOU EXPECT?
Oh yea? How observant… I thought as I munched on my toasts and muttered beneath my breath
“Nope…”
“Really? You can’t really hide your emotions very well you know… Young boys usually suck at that!”
Lorraine teased…
I stopped my chewing, looked up at her and mustered a smile from my obviously stoned face
“Really? I thought I was doing quite a good job (considering how I’m getting even lesser attention from you compared to when Darren was around)…”
The words in brackets didn’t come out of course… and what came out was “I suck at sucking by the way…” and gave her a you-know-who-else-is-good at-that kindda look.
Lorraine frowned and stood up from across her dining table and walked over to me before bending over and planting a kiss on my right cheek.
“Cheeky eh? Hahaha… why are you so damn cute?”
before walking away, laughing…
Cute? I thought as I faked a smile while looking at Lorraine’s enthusiastic face…
“Hey… You wanna see some pictures?”
Lorraine’s voice trailed from across the hall…
Grrrr…. Can I say no? I’m being farking tortured!!!!!!!! I cursed and swear deep down but parted my lips to say the complete opposite
“Sure… Why not?”
only to find a stack of big fat photo albums landing on my thighs…
Groan… This can’t be happening… I told myself as I flipped open the 1st page of many pages to come…
“Hahahaha….”
My laugh was sounding every bit fake…
“So many huh? This oughtta be interesting…”
Lorraine picked up the sarcasm in my voice and landed a punch on my right arm…
“Ouch…! Ok ok… I’d look at these over there on the sofas…”
Getting up, I lifted the massive pile of albums (and boy were they heavy) and plopped down on her couch. With a sigh, I opened the first of them and bursted out laughing right away. I was greeted by a toddling 2-year old Bibendum (For guys wondering who or what Bibendum is, that’s the name of Michelin Man
… Or in this case, Michelin Baby-Gal! Think you guys do get the picture…).
“Is this even you?”
I bent over in hysterical laughters as Lorraine rained girlish punches on me. She must be mad if she even genuinely thinks that such pummelling oughtta hurt…
We poured our heads over pictures after pictures, which included sheepish ones of her in Cross-Colours, her preggy pinnafore girls-school uniform, pictures of her in JC, Varsity Graduation, working life and of course, shots of her marriage w/ Darren.
I had a crash brief as well, on Charlene who was captured in almost every picture from primary school & secondary school pinnafore uniform (yes, with the obiang look of having their belts undone), all the way till working life… The both of them really do go a long way back…
“Yup! That’s my gal… Charlene… and that’s Charmaine, her baby sis… Of course, she’s no longer a baby now… but back then, she’s only in primary school!”
Lorraine quipped as she pointed at one of those pinnafore pictures…
We laughed over her pictures, and mine as well (I had gotten her to wait as I hopped over to my place and back with pictures of me in yellow jeans… corny and humiliating… Haha…)… I couldn’t have known this woman more in the time I have gotten to know her till now than in that 1 hour we’ve spent pouring over pictures…
Our lips locked once more as Lorraine slided down from the armrest of the single couch I was seated on to my laps. As we both locked in a loving embrace, I could feel my hands slide down her back and attempting to feel under her top…
Lorraine placed her hand on mine firmly, stopping whatever I was attempting in my tracks.
“Uh uh uh… Patience my boy…. and not in the house…”
She hissed in a tone I could only be so familiar with… firm and alluring…
Groan…
Haha… Not that Bro Yang, just that we were still struggling w/ the whole idea that it is nothing less than an affair… We do have moral conscience… considering up till now, we still haven’t had sex…
Hi Bros…
A million apologies for MIA-ing for so long. Reason is due to my work & schooling schedule. Yes, I will definitely pour my hearts out in this story… but do give me some time…
Just some real life updates if you guys are interested, r/s between Lorraine & I have officially ended. The story will definitely continue though… but I need time…
I owe bros here an apology, especially fans who have been supportive and followed the story to an abrupt halt. Story between Lorraine and I began in mid Jan 2010 and ended early Nov 2010… all 11 months of it.
The reason why I brought up the thread again, was because, as I was reading through it once more, memories came flooding back, both the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Its been almost 2 years now, and hopefully open wounds suffered by all parties have since closed. I’ll be continuing the story soon… 2 years on, my writing style may have changed… please pardon me… People and Personality do change, and grow…