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Originally Posted by
happyguy1234
teasing stuff, camping here
Lol… is that gd or bad bro? anyway, I’m heading out now.. I might try to update over the wkends, but that is unlikely, leaving to the imagination of fellow samsters now what happened in the car that night. will definitely update this episode by after Puasa tho, w/ finally e most awaited installation “Hen’s Night”.
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Originally Posted by
callmebad
I saw you writing - May I
Must you need to ask permission to have sex?
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Originally Posted by
<<totally>>
I believed TS is showing his gentleman attitude toward his lover and to show he placed her on top priority before anything by asking before he seek to continue.
To resembles in a ball, if a guy wishes to ask another girl he fancy. He will move up and lift his hand (waiting to hold manner )and ask her :" May I?"
If i interpret wrong dun laugh hor
Thanx Bro Totally, ur interpretation is correct. I knw it sounds a lil stupid to ask, but I’m writing what happened back then. And I did ask.
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Originally Posted by
xiaosiong
Ts,
You are simply brilliant!! How much worse can it be to be kissing the girl u love, yet you can’t be with her. Every kisses u 2 make it just like magnet attracting each other, yet knowing both cannot be together forever.
Ya, I was so farked at that point in time. I knw… Lol.
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Originally Posted by
tomyum65
TS, good writing style. Things have changed, people have moved on and outcomes may not be in favorable.
Do sum up your thoughts and finish up the story. Sex is not always the essence of any story (IMO).
Chancing upon your post of the “What If…” let’s me relates to “To Risk”.
“To laugh is to risk appearing a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To live is to risk dying,
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow,
But he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or live.
Chained by his servitude he is a slave who has forfeited all freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
The pessimist complains about the wind;
The optimist expects it to change;
And the realist adjusts the sails.”
All the best to you!
Thanx for “To Risk”, & ur sppt.
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Originally Posted by
Horsemann
Dude..thanks for reviving this thread.
I have to agree that this thread is indeed different from the rest of the threads.
I can almost feel the kind of roller coaster emotions you have been through.
And somehow, there is something different from the way you wrote 2 years ago.
Probably not as enthu..but who can blame you.
Anyways itz an enjoyment reading your writings.
And of coz…Hens nite plss!!
Hi Bro.. glad to see supporters of past coming back. Hmm, I appreciate u noticing e change in “style”, perhaps some of e past followers wld do so as well. Yea, kinda different I guess. Back then, it was joyful sharing my story of Lorraine w/ u guys as there was so much to look forward to. Sppt from Bros egged me on in my courtship & made me fearless I guess. Then, towards the end, it was just painful and I stopped posting. These pangs of pain still follow me today, though in more manageable degrees. Hopefully, I will find closure, w/ the close of all my updates… once and for all. And yes, Hen’s nite… is coming up soon.
To the rest of the Bros who like my story, &/or sppt it, I thank u.
Story Continued… The Passionate Pilgrim
Lorraine’s eyes were closed as she bit her lips, in anticipation or reluctance I do not know. I planted my lips on her cheeks that seemed to be glowing that instance while my nose sought comfort in the sweetness of morning dew-liked fragrance from the beads of perspiration that formed at her sideburns, a stark contrast from the still, musty inside the car.
Lorraine froze in her seats, both her palms on my shoulders, as I traced gently, with my tongue, the abstract silhouette of the line that formed her tilted face, jaw & shoulders that are now bare. Lorraine’s shut eyes squeezed more tightly than before, she gave my body a gentle tug, willing me closer towards her. Her small hands were now ruffling my hair, as my head nestles on her chest, gently kissing the contours of her womanly breasts, as they moved up & down to the rhythms of her breaths. I still remember what she smelt like then, with faint whiffs waffling up my nostrils as I relate my story now.
Done w/ admiration, I now badly wanted to see what laid beneath the cups once more; Its been a long time after all. Seizing her left cup with my teeth, I pulled it downwards slightly while my hand dislodged a strap from her slender shoulders. My tapered pants threatened to burst in their seams, as the pressure mounted within them as I felt my heartbeat right there, in the zips, the tempo of it racing translating into pulsing pain & discomfort with the popping out of a pink blob, literally right under my nose (in a nostril actually). “Helloooo…. Long time no see…” I greeted it w/ mock respect before giving it a slight sniff accompanied by a tender nibble that was followed quickly by a series of grateful, hungry chews growing in intensity. Lorraine’s giggles in response to my quirky (or lame) sense of humour quickly turned into coughing chokes. Bearing in mind to keep it wet & hydrated at all times, I chewed & tugged while my tongue flicked quickly at its tip, occasionally encircling the aureole.
W/ such luxuries, it’d b easy to presume I had forgotten about the other half of the twin peaks; a case that was not to be. I may have only one mouth (I really wished I had 2 then), but I have 2 free roaming hands, one for support in fear of crushing her petite frame accidentally (post mortem of that wouldn’t be glorious really when it appears on Lianhe Wanbao in the event it really happens), and the other one massaging (and later on squeezing) the other ample bosom of hers, in an attempt to coax it out of jealousy for the neglect it was suffering as a result of space constraints.
Lorraine’s lips pursed and pouted, soft beckoning moans of pleasures out between them before filling the emptiness & ringing serenity of the car. As the intimacy wore on, with nibbles becoming bites and massage becoming grabs, her moans emulated the phases & movements of the performance of a symphonic orchestra going into a nimble crescendo at the stubborn insistence of their conductor.
I egged her on repeatedly, making sure that she receives my dominant & primal male intents on her end. I’d have clubbed her on the head & dragged her to my cave if I could & at that exact moment, I told myself, Darren can go to hell. The Orchestra is now in a Scherzo, roaring & lively. Nothing was spoken between us, much was moaned. I planted a hand in between her thighs, attempting to work my way up her zips as she resisted with an instant clamp, as they closed tightly on my palm. Lorraine was now beginning to resist my advances, squirming & ducking in response to my moves. I couldn’t care less really, once my clamped palms reached her groin, greeted w/ a unfamiliar warmth & hint of moistness I knew was no property of any fabric. I fidgeted aggressively, abeit clumsily, with that one stubborn button of her pants & the zippers of her fly, frustrated but undaunted by each failed attempt one after another.
A slight glimmer of light pierced through the windows, illuminating the interior of the car and her face momentarily. We both ducked instinctively, simultaneously, as adrenaline coursed through our veins. It grew, as we slid deeper down our seats, & as Lorraine hurried to redo her buttons, now in complete disarray, clinging on to her undone shirt in fear, her face hot and flustered w/ either excitement, or fear, a lone car looming & turning into our direction.
Thrift & Clumsiness is a Virtue…
Lorraine’s eyes widened as she turned around to look at me…
Small car & ur lack of experience just saved our sorry asses…
She whispered…
Oh yes, tight pants too…
as she shifted her glance from her pants, to my bulging manhood, before busting into girlish laughters…
U’ve improved I must say, but still clumsy thankfully…
Lorraine stroked it gently w/ her palms, her small pixie head on my heaving chest, as we peered out to a bunch of wandering teenagers on the prowl for unsuspecting couples to punk & embarrass; My manhood retreated instantly in defeat, but not after a few indignant throbs.
Story Continued…
Still reeling at the initial shock caused by the abrupt entrance of a car, as well as a group of nosy, boisterous, teenagers, Lorraine laid on my chest, her finger doodling circles on my tummy. Her body quivered intermittently, giggling, stopping, before breaking out into chuckles repeatedly, obviously amused by how the both of us behaved when caught by the “spotlight”. We peered out at the motionless, isolated vehicles dotted all around us, wondering if those cars, had been rocking presumably due to really hot action in them and were now still, coz 2 of the teenagers had flashlights that they were now using to shine into their windows from a safe distant from any potential assaults from irritated male wildlife like me, having their sanctuary broken.
I glared outwards, obviously irritated for a split second when the lights caught my eye directly, only to have my gaze soften immediately by Lorraine’s lulling voice…
“So good to be young huh?”
Lorraine hit her phone once & it displayed 5:02 a.m; Day Break was coming soon. Still stroking my now shrivelled manhood, she looked up lovingly…
Thankfully we weren’t caught…Almost though…
Uhmmm…
I grunted, obviously frustrated & irritated that my plan was now spoilt…
Well…
Lorraine laughed as she buried her head in my chest, snuggling as it swayed quickly to & fro from her vibrating, laughing, feminine frame…
We are both wearing tight pants… Car’s small… not very easy…
Good try… Haha… But wasn’t meant to be…
She paused a little before continuing…
Besides, if I did ride u, we’d have been caught w/ our pants down… literally…
Before breaking out into a hysterical cackle at her own joke.
I grunted & stared outwards at the disappearing effigies of the teenagers, now starting to melt into a distance. How I wish could voodoo pin them to death… Really. Lorraine gazed at my straight face which was now devoid of any expression, grinning lovingly…
Somebody’s disappointed things didn’t go his way…
Lorraine’s taunting voice breaking the momentary wee hour peace as she stroked my groin…
No reactions?
She quipped… as her taunt continued…
Quickly swivelling her head left & right for a quick peek just as a Police Patrol passed us by at a brief distant, Lorraine puts her tongue where my mouth was, kissing me briefly as she undoes my belt buckle & fly.
So u said u want me?…
Her voice steadfast…
so much…?
I
want u to want me so badly as well… coz I want u too…
Her voice ringed on in my ear after her hissing whisper, as my head goes into a complete whirl when my limp libido felt the warm wet sensation of her mouth engulfing it. She breathed a lil on it, slurped a lil, & hey presto… libido-mon grew & evolved, gaining in size & power rapidly & steadily.
My head whirled on… and hers bopped on, just like how I’ve seen it do minutes ago in my mind.
I never liked getting caught w/ my pants down… but I’m ok w/ u suffering that fate… She laughed (& slurped) evily as I saw my shaft disappearing into her mouth again….
Awakened now huh? Now duck lower please, unless u really wanna be caught…
Instead of laying lower, I found my hands reaching for the handlebars above…
I really hope u guys (& gals… I tend to forget mentioning gals… its not tt I’m sexist… just habitual…) like e story thus far, and are able to draw e past few scenes to my intended fishing analogy (tender nibbler, 小鱼咬, u knw fishing bros, e kind tt’s impossible to “set”. Both Lorraine & I are like these small fishes then, & e appearance of cars & “monkey”-catchers startled us like how they’d b when there’s a tremor in the line…)
Updating as much as I can… will try to do more later… Bros who have followed this thread 2 years ago, where are u guys… Shark89 & gang…, Bro YP & some of the more senior bros like Frankiestine, Vectra, otamay, fatfart, e.t.c (Pls don’t blame me for not being able to type all ur nicks out. I haven’t forgotten u guys, or e sppt u’ve shown me… just too many nicks to type)… I need ur brotherly sppt more than ever now… And pls forgive me for breaking my thread for 2 years… unforgivable, I know… I wldn’t mind zaps really… but I hope for understanding… it was painful… very actually. Hope I’d complete e story one day soon & shed light on those missing days, months, years…
Bros have actively commented thus far, but I’m really dying to hear the female perspective from sis as well. Lorraine, is a woman, afterall.
Story Continued…
I was revisiting sensations so vaguely familiar but not yet lost in my memories as Lorraine’s head bopped up & down aggressively, her slick, combed back hair earlier in the day down in complete dishevelment. My grip on the handle bars tightened & released, as she increased her suction (or slowed down deliberately), slurping sounds one louder than before. Unsure of the politically correct reaction to her aggressiveness, I sat almost upright in my reclined chair, my free hand fidgetting w/ her hair in a clasped manner, scrunching it repeatedly.
Pop… I heard, and remembered going
“What was that?”
in my head, as my dick slid out of her mouth through her moist lips. Call me inexperienced, but I’ve never heard a popping sound during BJ before… until then. I remembered how sensational my meatus felt, as the tingling cool from the dampness of her saliva was momentarily warmed by her panting breaths. Lorraine turned her attention to my balls, tracing them fonding with her tongue, while letting it run up & down the underside of my shaft.
I massaged Lorraine’s shoulders gently, watching her fulfil her tasks w/ much eros, before I felt a electrifying shudder run down my spine & translating into a tingling throb at the end of my dick. I scrunched her hair once more, pulling her head upwards, before planting a kiss on her sweaty forehead.
“TSK! CAN U STOP DOING THAT…?!?!?!”
Lorraine finally let out a huge sigh of mock exasperation after I did that a third or fourth time at the end of a pretty cyclical routine that was described above, the mess of her hair swaying slightly from draft that we did not know came from where.
“CAN’T U SEE I’M TRYING TO BLOW U?!?!?!”
Lorraine frowned in a frown, all too familiar to me as I held her head close & planted another one on her forehead. Mustering a kiss as tenderly as I could on her lips but being completely powerless to muster myself away from that kiss, I took a deep breath allowing her scent to fill my nostrils before saying
“I think that’s enough…”
“Enough??? U haven’t cummed!!!!!!”
Lorraine protested, her womanly tones now rising into a girlish shriek… We laughed as we wrestled on, my arms locked around her while hers were locked on my wet, slippery tool.
Ouch… Ouch…
I squirmed, as I tried to tap out like a defeated wrestler locked in the most painful submission move one can think of, each time her grip goes the wrong way because of our struggling, contorting bodies.
Enough la gal…
I laughed, successfully pulling her head away each time my shaft slid into her mouth… Lorraine pouted & glared at me, bemused at my resistance & not knowing what went wrong…
“Just to clarify, I want it. But the mood’s a lil spoilt u see… I knw u hate for me to be disappointed, but really, I’d b even more disappointed if u do not get to enjoy me…”
I clarified upon regaining composture, Lorraine now giving up in complete exhaustion…
“so yes, we still have time for all that… but now, its sunrise soon…”
Lorraine whirled around to look ar me as she tied her hair & straightened the very crumpled shirt, her eyes twinkling…
“So sweet huh?”
She jested while we both adjusted our hairs & tops… As I tucked in my shirt and zipped up my pants, Lorraine quickly undid hers to tuck in her shirt…
“Hmmm… perhaps tight pants aren’t that hard to undo…”
She laughed, her face indignant as if she’s won. I had a good full view of her G-string, before it quickly disappeared upon her tucking in her shirt.
“OK! SUNRISE!”
Lorraine chirped as I gave a defeated groan deep down inside me.
Story Continued…
We moved the car to a more populated carpark that’s closer to the beach as we readied for daybreak. The first of morning joggers greeted us as we strolled side-by-side, hand-in-hand down the tarmac tracks. I waited for the cool morning breeze to chill the flustered me.
Why?!?!?! Why did I stop her?!?!?!?!? I asked in absolute bewilderment, the ease of which she undid her pants to tuck in her shirt Fast Fowarding & Rewinding like a broken VCR (Or DVD these days) in my mind. I felt shot as I turned to look at Lorraine’s smug, serene, face.
Lorraine must have sensed my frustrations (& sexual repression). She was grinning from ear-to-ear, chuckling hysterically each time she turned to look at me.
Just shoot me Lorraine, please, if u had a gun…
I thought as she cowed over, leaned on me, grabbing her aching sides. We went into 7-11, bought sandwiches, crackers & coffee for our dry parched throats when Lorraine cracked a lame (I found it witty then) joke…
“Why is Slurpee called Slurpee… Hmmm..”
She said innocently, her eyes twinkling under the bright store lights, a stark contrast from where we came from…
“Its a slushee… coz its slush… hmmm… it doesn’t slurp… & U CAN’T SLURP IT!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAAHA!”
She bent over again, her eyes squeezed shut as amused tears formed by their corners…
I frowned… not knowing what to say… to her incessant giggles.
This is obviously one tickled gal…
I thought as I stared at her motionless, expressionless. The store attendent was now looking at us w/ disapproval as we paid for our stuff, w/ Lorraine apologising repeatedly before crackling out controllable laughters, all the while giving me the weird (which was amusement really) look.
Our fingers were interlocked, hands swaying to & fro, like many couples we saw, awaiting the same day break we were as well along the beach as we made out way out. Lorraine took off her heels w/ 1 hand, as they started to sink into the loose sands, grabbing my arm w/ e other as she leaned towards me for sppt, grinning still, that mischievous face of hers will forever be etched deeply in my mind.
We scaled a breakwater, sitting on it, just as the dark night sky turn a dark blue, before bluish hints dotted it. We gave some final admiration to bright constellation that dotted the skies above us, as they became harder to harder to spot quickly. We looked at stationery vessels, looking like towering buildings, in the dark, knowing their lights would soon be switched off & sailors up for the day…
We waited, as a glimmer of orange appeared from beyond the horizon, 1st, a thin orange line gradually thickening. We felt the sea breeze change slightly in direction as it kissed our sticky, salty faces. We munched on our sandwiches in silence, hungry, but w/o appetite from a long long night…
“7-11… Remember how we met…?”
Lorraine’s voice trailed off dreamily…
I turned around, looked at her, and regurgitated pretty much bits & pieces of that night after ICT, as she looked on in amazement… (pretty much as u guys know from page 1 here)…
“So u liked me back then already huh…”
She beamed, her eyes reminiscent of those early days, as she chewed on her sandwich.
Yea…
I thought… As I look on at her nicely copper (light copper really) skin tone radiating from the newly born sunlight. Orange hues filled e sky intermittently, as the distant seas shimmered… Lorraine’s fringe now dancing gently to the warm morning breeze…
So beautiful…
I thought… as I stared on, unable to refix my gaze on anything else…
We got off the breakwater, our feet touching the moist sand dotting the shores. We threaded the dying waves gently & slowly, as they danced beneath our feet before retreating to where they cameth from, the ends of our pants wet despite us having already folded them up…
“A new day huh…”
Lorraine whispered dreamily & w/ much excitement as the orange hues became more and more homogeneous above us…
“Yea!”
was my answer as I found myself lifting her up into my arms, much to her surprise & delight…
“A new day!”
Lorraine laughed & shrieked, as I looked outwards into the distant morning sky.
“Oi!… Put me down!”
She said in an anxious voice, her tiny fists pummelling away at me… Lorraine gently paused…
“I couldn’t stop thinking about u after 7-11 Stan.. xx of xx month… that morning… that was when we started?”
She laughed
Silver linings were now visible, as sunlight illuminated the clouds forming aureoles (for clouds man… not nippies… haha). My gaze was determined… Sexual repression no more…
Till now, most bros would already be impatient w/ the perceived dragginess of this story; Till now, I have not laid Lorraine. I was determined to change all that then… and all I can say now on hindsight is… & boy had I no idea then. Change it was gonna be alright… stay tuned.
I can only manage so tonight, rushing the closure of this early chapter before I head out for the night. This pretty much concludes e sexless r/s so far…
Hen’s night will follow… and all will change. Stay tuned.
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Originally Posted by
SammyNewbie
I just wish to say this story is nicely done since I am unable to rep you
I sense that you have become a true master of seduction after reading how you wrote it ^^.
TY Bro SammyNewbie, I am no master, compared to the many here… I thank u for ur sppt & compliment, but u’ve really overrated me. Hope u like e story thus far, a new chapter will begin soon.
Technical bro. Oral sex is sex yes, but of u had followed closely, neither myself nor Lorraine cummed or hit an orgasm; that’s why we call it fellatio. Sppt pls, all is abt to change…
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Originally Posted by
callmebad
sexless?
oral sex is no sex or sexless?