Updates… Two years overdue…
This story went dead in early Sep 2010, after “Hen’s Nght” happened", & after the dynamics within the r/s between Lorraine & I started to change. After some seemingly endless struggles, our story (& r/s) ended officially in Nov 2010. It was a emotional roller coaster ride between those times for me (& I believe for her as wel), & turmoil didn’t simply end there w/ e passing of 2010.
Weird. Now, reading the entries I had updated so far, how I can detect the enthusiasm that I had in me in sharing my happiness & eagerness in those posts. Alas, those were happy days then; Back then, I truly believed them to be the happiest.
Looking back, Lorraine did rescue me from the doldrums of life: (i) Recovery from the self-pity I had suffered after a really nightmarish r/s w/ my GF of 5 years & a even more so working experience (ii) helped w/ my self-realization phase during my transition from boy to man (iii) taught me the finer intricacies of BGR. I’ll forever be indebted to this lady, whether I see her in future or not.
(Incomplete, saved for editting 1st. In the office now, will amend later.)
Days w/o Darren…
Its been 3 days since Darren left, w/ “Hen’s night” a further 4 away. 3 days of Lorraine’s fussing over Glen, a further 4 to predict, 7 days in all of arduous wait. I was beginning to feel Life really isn’t that much of a difference, w/ or w/o Darren in the picture. Save for the longer Coffee Dates, and a movie date at the Cinemas one afternoon, nothing has changed really; And my enthusiasm was seriously seriously dying. Seriously, all that D-day garangness… All gone. Darren may not be there physically, or even spiritually, but some things just don’t change, things like baby cubs and pesky neighbours…
The only consolation was Lorraine’s comforting reassurance
“Hey Junior, Cheer up… It’ll all be worthwhile…”
She’d coo each time she sensed my frustrations… a statement I can only muster a weak smile of acknowledge each time it was brought up.
This gal really does know me well…
I’d appreciate but retort almost immediately
Really? What’s the big deal about Hen’s Night and Clubbing? Not as if its anything new really…
Of course, once again, the demure lady was right… and Junior was wrong, as usual. Fast forward to that Friday afternoon, one day before Hen’s Night, after Glen was sent to Lorraine’s parents for the weekends, did I get and feel what a proper date was. Instead of the usual neighbourhood shopping malls near us; For once, we went to town, where we caught a second movie but with our arms wrapped around each other, for once, we had dinner together at a nice restaurant (Not really nice tho, one of those chain operations u get anyway… but the food tasted different… coz the atmosphere was different), for once our fingers were interlocked and hands swaying to the beats of our hearts, and for once, we strode down town together, admiring the lights of the city together, oblivious to the stares of people who we feared might recognize us…
(I can only write till here… save first for editting later… in the office now)
Story Continued… Fly me to the Moon
Can’t edit the previous posts… so shall continue here…
That Friday, in town, oblivious to the world, it was just the 2 of us for once & finally; A late after movie from which we had our arms wrapped around one another & shared a single popcorn & coke, a simple Japanese dinner w/ us feeding each other Sushi & laughing our hearts out in happiness so pure & simple & a view of our city lights on foot down Orchard and our skyline from the Flyer were some of the memories Lorraine & I shared that day. Simple, but yet an experience that can never be summed up nor described w/ words. We locked lips repeatedly, one after another, drawing glances of admiration, envy & disdain from curious onlookers, when ever each seperate opportunity presents; In the movies, during dinner, on the streets. in the Flyer Our fingers were interlocked, hands intertwined, refusing to let go of each other, for most of the entire day.
U make me feel like a Sch Gal all over again…
[/COLOR] She’d giggle, before I could no longer stand her dreamy gaze & kissed her smack on her lips to shut or up, or cut her off. My heart pounded the entire day & I cld feel hers doing so as well each time I drew her close to me. Till this day, I remember that dreamy gaze & angellic face of her that night in the flyer, with her body close to mine, frozen in time.
Do you know the Depeche Mode?
Should I call u Uncle instead of Junior now? How old r u? Depeche Mode? Not your era eh?
She chidded me in a low & slow whisper, gently chuckling w/ tears in her eyes…
Well do you or do you not?
My voice was in a similar tone as well, gentle, but that pent up emotional frustration & impatience would not be mistaken at all…
U talking about “Somebody” w/ the HeartBeats in the background?
She cooed in a nonchalent manner, her gaze affixed on the view of the night sky beyond the horizon & the passing cars below…
Never underestimate me…
She gave a smug smirk as she looked up…
…
& yes, I shall stop underestimating u as well… & stop calling u Junior completely… How does that sound?
Dreamy Gaze… and before I knew it, we locked lips once again.
Be patient guys… I do acknowledge it’s a kinda an emotional roller coaster, which is what it is and meant to be. Saucy will come
and most imptly, e saucy was supposed to come earlier, but I cldn’t edit. Lol. Just ride out e emotions e/ me… We’ve all been thru tt at some point in time. Will update, I promise…
I seriously don’t understand why the edit function isn’t working. Forgive me bros, after 2 years, thoughts aren’t very coherent anymore, w/ some memories a lil fuzzy… Also, I am posting bits and pieces I can remember, hence updated posts are at present shorter and more detached than the past ones. I was hoping to edit them… but I can’t seem to do so…
Story Continued… Since I can’t edit, just continue and add on…
Repeatedly locking lips that day w/ our numerous PDAs (Public Display of Affection), Lorraine wasn’t the only one who felt like a School Girl, I did as well (For me boy dudes… boy… haha). It seemed to us the Flyer ride did not only last a mere 30 mins; We were encapsulated w/ or w/o the Flyer, frozen in time while e world around us scurries on.
Leaving the flyer, we went for a round of light drinking at Empress Place, where we had a whale of a time cheering the jazz singers on & some late-night pool game, in which I had no luck in being the gallant hero (or rather an opportunist) whom which would guide her with the cue (or rub her w/ my cue). I had no such mood or desire… not more importantly, she was trashing me… badly… & having a whale of a time putting me down by forming an ‘L’ sign w/ her hand & placing it on her forehead each time she scores or beats me, yet getting away w/ it as she’s simply too good at keeping an angelic face while shooting me that trademark cheeky smile… Lorraine laughed on, while I sulked on, watching her shots materialize one after another; So much for my hopes for an opportunity to appear macho.
I’ve lost touch gal… since 17
Tsk! Men and their egos, so have I… & I’m older
She laughed
…
Game ended at 4ish in the early wee morning; Reluctant to part & dreading inquisitive stares from aunties from the neighbourhood, we drove down to ECP in silence instead of home, Class 95 playing in the background as we cruised down the empty streets, her face illuminated in a warm orange glow each time we pass a street-lamp by. I remembered just peeking from the corner of my eye in admiration of her beauty, my heart warmed from the pinkish hue beneath her skin. 1ish hour to Sunrise, which was what we were planning to catch; 1ish hour is a long time. My mind whirled to a wake almost immediately at that thought as images from MCSP-gate flowed into my mind.
A warmth formed on my face, despite the powerful air-con blowing on it, as I pursed my lips as scenes after scenes of that mind-“blowing” experience coupled w/ CK Time ad appearing intermittently.
Take your time… my mind whispered as the words formed in my head… but remember to remove your seatbelts and recline your seats!
Well… My cars too small for that…
Lorraine’s voice appeared in my head as she sat next to me in silence, her intent gaze focused on the roads. I turned around to look at her, my lips curling to form an unintended grin as I reached for the adjustment bars at the bottom of my seat to shift it backwards.
Squeezy huh? Sorry… small car…
She muttered turning to look at me for a short while before refocusing her attention on the turn towards ECP now looming ahead, unsuspecting while I planned my moves and played out my intents in my now wide-awake head.
For the benefit of the bros confused by MCSP-Gate, pls refer to page 5-7 of this thread. Pls note it is different from the recent NCMP-gate (My MCSP gate was 2 years ago le…)… TY.
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option69
Bro Sexystan
I have not finished reading your story yet. There is so much detail in yöu work, you must have either a very good memory or a fertile mind. I subscribes and will read again in my free time. Hope you recover your enthusiasm to write and I look forwards to more development.
TY Bro Option for ur sppt, most appreciated. U r right I have a fertile mind; its full of manure. Just some light hearted self-deprecating joke to lighten up every1’s mood (including my own) for the long weekends ahead. Cheers & TGIF!!!!! lmao….
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Originally Posted by
imax88
another gem of a writer, subscribed!
p/s pls dont let us wait another 2 years ho…
TY imax, no, I don’t wanna make u guys wait another 2Y either. Too big a risk to take, in terms of becoming negative pts (I still need e intel sharing by bros here to get laid u knw… now tt Lorraine is outta my life, no one wld share anything w/ me if I became negative pts) & I hope to find closure in pouring my lungs out. But 2 days or weeks of waiting is reasonably I presume? We are all working ppl… haha… and economy is bad… Thanx for ur sppt tho, v much appreciated.
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Originally Posted by
Blackboy95
Read your story from page 1. Why is she even with that Darren who is a bastard
Bro Blackboy, this is the question I kept asking myself initially, when the whole r/s, fling, affair (whatever u call it) started. Looking back however, I do understand. Ladies generally do it for Love, and if they do make any mistakes, its usually out of love as well, be it for their hubby, children, family, friends, or their FBs/FWBs/Flings. It’ll all be revealed in due course as the story is updated and progresses. I seek ur understanding & patience.
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Originally Posted by
itiswhatitis
bro,
i understand how u feel after 2yrs, esp e episode has been over though painful. i do had a similar event tat happened from ‘09 to ‘10; 1.5yrs. ive been wanting to write here, but whenever i try to recall, i still feel pain n sour from it.
it does seems tat our relationships might be similar, as we r involved w an older woman who has more experiences than us.
well, wish u all e best in yr career n life too. good luck! great to see u back after 2yrs.
Bro itiswhatitis, I like your nickname. Glad to have found a comrade-in-arms, it hurts when its more then just pure outright sex huh? I feel u… If I may encourage u to write ur story, pls do so for our many unidentified comrade-in-arms out there, bros and sis alike, who’ve been through the roller coaster ride, u, me, Lorraine & Darren have been true. I thank u for ur encouragements, I did find some solace in them. Cheers.
Story Continued… ‘H’ is for…
Lorraine’s bopping head bounced on in my head as we cruised down ECP, merely in my head, not in reality… Well, not yet anyway. I squirmed a lil in my seat as we contemplated where best to park the car. Our original plan, or rather my very gentlemenly suggestion, was to take a stroll down the beach to enjoy the sand, breeze and waves whilst awaiting daybreak. Well, when I suggested that so gallantly, I was feeling real sweet and “encapsulated” earlier that day remember? Also, images of her running down an empty beach and frolicking w/ the waves & in water so clear & crystal blue while e breeze kissed our sweaty faces was the ORIGINAL plan I had… Well, I’ve seen that play out in the movies & on telly so many times… Good Plan eh? So romantic eh? Yea, right… I’ve conveniently left Friday Night, ECP, Singapore & School Hols out of the equation, turning gallantry into utter stupidity.
I peered out of the window, a lil horrified actually, to see the beach teeming w/ moving people (yes… 4ish & teeming w/ people), mostly teenagers, that yearning for romance I felt earlier in the day completely lost. Oh well, at least I have other thoughts to entertain me, I squirmed again, in those small seats, clearly uncomfortable. I was in those tapered pants that day one gets from Zara… & bobbing head is doing to me precious what the seatbelt & carseats (in her very small car if u recall) were doing to my body. I shifted my seats backwards slightly again.
The car is filled w/ e smell of her air-freshener, but my nostrils were picking up another scent (literally), Issey Miyake’s A Scent, Lorraine’s fav girly parfume which I’ve grown to know, accustom, love & recognize; I was hearing her soft tender moans, even thought the car was only filled w/ the sounds from Class 95. Sweetness & affection earlier has transitioned into primal predatory instincts once more as beads of sweat formed slightly above my lips.
Lets move on…
I said authoritatively as Lorraine got ready to pull into one of the Carparks near the noisy Chalets & crowded beaches… The images too much for me to take, & perhaps, to disguise the sinful images that are playing in my mind…
Huh?
An expression of bewilderment flashed across her face before composture regained almost immediately…
We have about an hour more to go before daybreak
I added, maintaining my tone & disguise while pleading deep inside for her not to see through me…
Besides, its freaking crowded… I don’t like crowds, neither do u…
Lorraine looked on at me w/ deliberated interest..
Oh? So now u know me really well huh?
She paused,
Or did u simply have other plans?
… before her voice turned into a really low hiss as she stared at me point-blank, scrutiny flashing across her corneas before a twinkle came back.
The slowing car we were in whirled into life as she regained control over her vehicle. I saw that twinkle, & I saw her driving composture change from that of a leisurely one to one of intent as she straightened her back. We drove on in complete silence, w/o any discussion or agreement on our eventual destination. Deep down, we both knew.
Warm orange hues started to fade & melt as the dark shadows of trees w/ their overhanging branches starting to take prevalence…
And the infamous Carpark H looms into side.
Btw, its MSCP-gate (Multi-Story Carpark la…) VS the recent NCMP-Gate. I kept writing MCSP… obviously confused by NCMP which often mentioned recently. Just come clarifications, before confusion becomes fatal
Story Continued…
Fuzzy lights, fuzzier memories.
I recalled it was pretty empty, with vehicles parked far & spaced out wide apart. Several of these windows & windscreens were slightly tinted. Heavy vehicles were in sight, providing refuge for smaller ones like the one we were in. Can’t recall anything else, all that mattered to me that moment was wanting her.
The min the handbrake was pulled after Lorraine’s car came to a halt at a spot we felt was relatively secluded, I released my seat belt in a simultaneous lean towards her, my right hand searching immediately for her seat recliner as I pinned her against her seats. Dumb move, her seat belts aren’t released yet… Lorraine laughed as she released her seat belts, gazing into my eyes abashed & girlishly.
So this is your real plan huh… Not sunrise?
She whispered smugly, proud that she has exposed me for my evil intents.
I gave her a glare before I leaned towards her face, opting not to answer her. Lorraine closed her eyes in anticipation & let out a long, sensual sigh, her lips slightly pouted to receive mine. I decided not to go w/ her prescience & went for her left ear instead. W/ my left hand on her right shoulder having reclined her seats, I gave her ear lobe a tender kiss & breathed deeply…
I want u… so much
Lorraine quivered a lil as she tilted her head slightly, opening her eyes to look at me before planting a kiss on my lips, the upmteenth time I’ve tasted her lips that day… We kissed… so gently & repeatedly in that frame & I cld sense Lorraine was deliberately “holding” her tongue back. 2 can play that game, I thought, let’s see who submits 1st.
"
The tender nibbler would not touch the bait, But smile and jest at every gentle offer
" - William Shakespear, The Passionate Pilgrim
We baited each other trickily while we both nibbled gently. Minutes passed & the interior of the car was starting to heat up, again, since the air-con was now turned off. Perspiration formed on my forehead, and beads formed on my philtrum; I’m not sure if Lorraine tasted them, but I was pretty sure she was becoming salty [pun intended].
With both our eyes closed, we couldn’t see. Nonetheless, I had a pretty good picture of the ongoings through my other sense; And I wondered if it was the same w/ her momentarily. W/ touch, I saw how protective the seams of her white shirt was at her waist & bosom, fearing any abrupt exposure then could violate the sanctity of beauty it was supposed to hold & hide as well as how the bunch at the end of her slick swept back hair was screaming to be released. Through smell, I saw clearly her pixie features, w/ her eyes closed in girlish coy & anticipation while her soft moans, the rubbing sound of her pants as she crossed & uncrossed her legs coupled w/ the occasional click from her silhouette heels each time she kicked clumsily in an attempt to manoeuvre in that tiny space we were both in reverberated in my ears. So primal, so predatory.
With such a picture too much for me to bear, I succumbed in a What-The-Heck manner, my sense of taste demanding for more as I shoved my tongue through her slightly parted lips. Lorraine reciprocated femininely, her tongue in a deliberate swirl upon meeting mine.
Mhmmm…
She moaned softly as my fingers daftly reached for her buttons, and deftly found their marks. Her arms fidgeted w/ my neck & collar while she breathed into my face, the very air solidying in a concrete manner that’s all too familiar to the both of us.
May I…
I asked in the most masculine croak I could muster (more of a choke really), as the first of the many buttons of her shirt popped open and the rest soon followed suit.