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Never expect a future; It was doomed to fail;
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Never shit in your own farking backyard, especially friends with common friends, colleagues and especially clients or bosses;
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Make the relationships clear. Its either a fling or a BGR… it was never meant to be complicated with blurred lines;
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Never get involved in such relationships; and the last rule
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What know? If you do not know the answer before leaping in, you simply do not leap in.
Woah…. Really damn a lot of spelling as well as grammatical errors… and the number of those are increasing…
Hope you bros even understand what I was trying to tell you guys… hahaha..
Sorry, today’s updates are really rushed in between my tasks-on-hands… so yea… Go easy on me…
I hope bros don’t find the story too draggy… if yes, please let me know… As mentioned, I really appreciate your feedback. Ummmm… feel free to discuss how you feel about the developments thus far… I’d really love to hear what you guys think….
Story continued…The aftermath
I walked into the lift of my office building like a zombie, the graphical scenes which Lorraine I just shared playing repeatedly in my head. Well, two scenes in my head actually, one of the said replays, the other one a scene showing a steamy chariot whereby all windows were fogged when all of a sudden, a hand slaps on one the side window before sliding downwards, creating the blurred trail of a palm against the dense condensation… Yea the scene from that movie whereby the ship took more than a bloody hour to sink and the entire audience floor wanted to pee but couldn’t as they watched tons and tons of water gush into the gaping broken hull….
I examined my very own reflections in the mirror, uncertain of just how I should feel. Knowing only that work oughtta be the only thing that mattered, I buried myself in calls and tons of paperwork as I tried to numb the emotions in me despite the fact that, well, honestly, I didn’t even know what I was feeling. I only knew I was feeling alot or emo, as some of you might call it. I couldn’t focus though as Lorraines face appeared with every recollection I have of her poise and demeanors.
Once again, the All Holy (or rather “All Holey”, being full of shitholes you take a dump in) and sacred ground of enlightenment and reflection awaits me. I made my way to the gents, in a bid to freshen up, and make sense of what just happened and how to proceed henceforth.
I went back to work without any nirvana or enlightened gain, my mind still infested with worldly woes. Calls after calls, from me to clients, from clients to me again, tons of paperwork, and somemore calls (some of them pure pranks) from friends later, I found myself yearning to hear Lorraine’s voice or engage in some form contact from her. I knew I was yearning by how disappointed I was whenever my phone rang and it wasn’t her, whenever SMSes blipped and it wasn’t her… and by how I was looking at my mobile expectantly even though it wasn’t vibrating and its screen wasn’t even lighted…
Nothing from her, nothing heard at all as my day wore on and my situation-crisis heightened. Then…. “Blip…” and SMS came through my mobile…
Hey Junior…
Hey gal….
I do nt quite knw wat 2 say… or rather hw I shld put it…
I knw hw u r feeling… blif me… wat is it? u knw u cn tell me n e ting… I’m listening…
I coaxed… my heart simply yearning and all prepared for whatever she’s going to say…
Well, nthg much really… I juz hope tt after wat happened… U don’t tink I’m promiscuous or sexually wanton… or n e ting
No I won’t silly ger… I’ve nvr seen u in tt lite…
Errr… K… I’m relieved & glad den…
I looked at my mobile, unsure of what to type as I fidgetted its touchscreen….
“Blip…” Another message came in…
Hmmmm… hope u’d a gd day @ wrk…
As the day wore on, I couldn’t take it any more and keyed in
Err…. Babe… Juz wnted 2 send u tis…. Muackz…
before hitting the send button & watching the animated envelopment fly away and disappear into the background…
Hours passed… No replies…
Hi Bros
I hope you guys have realized the change to structure in my postings. Apologies if earlier posts were hard to follow, gained the experience and made the improvisation having taken reference from the postings of other generous bros…
Will post a further update soon… Need to cool down a lil as I just got home…
Story continued… The Rules of Engagement…
I went home that day from office heavy-hearted, the load of my laptop bag & documents making it feel so much worst than it should. She didn’t reply, and I knew not what else I could add. Should I call? Or should I simply drop another SMS… I decided against both, for as Lorraine did not want to seem wanton, I did not want to come across as being needy, desperate or worst still, horny and keeping her next to me for my own sexusl convenience…
I could not sleep that night and I simply couldn’t wait for 5a.m. to come. By 4.30a.m., I was dressed in my singlet, running shorts and jogging shoes. I wasn’t that ready to run, having lacked sleep the entire night; I simply yearned to see her. I did not manage to meet her that morning and for a further 3 more mornings to come. I could have called her, I know, but masculine pride and chauvinistic sheepishness prevented me from doing so. I bumbed myself in work and was sleeping later with each passing night, the aching in my heart increasing each time the times we shared floated into my mind. With each disappointing “blip” and ring of my mobile, the aching wore on with increased intensity. I felt her heart close, just like the steel gates with huge padlocks of her house, each time I waited for the lift at our common lobby and peeked in the direction of her apartment.
The ROE, or Rules of Engagement, of such games especially when dealing with married woman: -
I was at a complete and utter lost. Then came a blip at 2a.m. as I tossed and turned in bed. My heart whirlled to life once more in hope that it was her after so many disappointments…
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Originally Posted by
yang punk
Just keep to your own style…your short paragraphs make for easy reading. No need to waste time on coloured fonts. Can use spell-check to cut down on spelling errors though not many.
Your standard of English can be considered very good by sbf standard!
Love the details btw.
Hi bro yang & otamay, thanks for your support and precious upping. I will not claim myself to be a great writer but I thank your valuable support and assure you the greatest appreciation accorded. I am merely sharing and this is the purpose of the thread….
Hmmm, some clarifications here as there have been some sincere feedback from bros which I feel I need to address….
Errrr…. I understand some bros find this thread draggy like those ah-mah soap opera, my sincerest apology and I feel I need to clarify that this thread was never meant to be the tell-and-wank kind…
I’m sure there are bros with such experiences, being involved with married women… or bros who had found out that their wives have cheated on em… perhaps even some Lorraines here… married and involved with another man… or like my case, not only another male but a younger one…
Details were included so story could progress and flow like how it should with developments natural… Hmmm, I understand some bros find some of the developments posted redundant or unnecessary. My humblest apologies if I had wasted bandwidth. Having said that, I do believe that while we men are sexual, I’m sure that sometimes to all of us, or most of the time to some of us, it can be sensual as well, with sex being emotional or perhaps, even spiritual when we find the right one… I hope bros who supported me thus far will put themselves in my shoes in this story, be it fiction or non-fiction, and offer me their invaluable insights…
This story was intended to stir emotions and reactions, its details a process of sharing…
Thank you bros once again… and humblest apologies if there have been disappointments…
Story continued… Moving forward… and climbing…
The message came through in the middle of the night, breaking its tranquility. Not that it mattered, I wasn’t asleep anyway… I reached for my mobile and tapped on the “New Message” icon, watching an animated envelope flap outwards to reveal the SMS that had just come in…
“Sent By: Lorraine” the details read. I fought back my emotions and squinted for a better look at the message that followed…
Aslp?
the message read…
My finger flew over touchpad, tapping the animated keys and watching the following materialise…
No babe… Nt yet… y?
I’m sry Junior…
Huh? for?
Hmmm…. nthg… I missed u alot… I donnoe y…
My heart froze in its beat…
I missed u too babe…U’ve no idea… =)
I do hv an idea actually…Hahaha… I’m sry Junior… Smokes? ;P
U’d only miss me when u r in cold turkey… tt much I knw… Haha… Yea… Y nt?
K… C ya…
Bloody hell… My curse not sounding like a curse at all as I put on my berms and T-shirt. Picking up my keys, lighter, cigs and wallet, I closed my gates gently knowing her door would be open any minute. I needed to ensure I don’t wake her hubby up as we share a common corridor…
Moments passed and Lorraine couldn’t be seen anywhere. I jeart the opening of a door followed by the deliberate & muffled sound of a large steel padlock pop open.
I knew she was coming as I held my breath… there, from the blind of the wall that seperates our longing, stood Lorraine, her beautiful eyes squinted in the lfluorescent lights above our heads.
With slow, deliberated steps, Lorraine walked towards me, her hands behind her back…
With only a metre left to spare, the only distance that kept us apart, she bounded with childlikedness into my uncontrollably wide open arms…
I smelt her hair again after all these while… “I missed you…” She whispered as I fought back that single drop of tear that formed…
Thank you bros for the support
I’m really glad that most bros have been extremely supportive and liked the story thus far. My humblest apologies for not being to manage timely updates today, I’ve been hell packed thus far…
Will post updates late tonight, perhaps later in between my tasks as I usually do I’m able to manage (though I have to say it’s a little unrealistic at this point in time, but who knows…)
Once again, deepest apologies for disappointments, if any.
Oh yea… btw… to bros who have upped me thus and requested I return the favour, please provide me some time as I have been extremely busy, with focus on my work, studies and errr… this thread at this point in time. Hope you will understand. Now I shall rush a small piece of further development with some time to spare in between…
Story Continued… Moving On and Climbing
If you guys understood why this section of the development is called Moving On but are absolutely clueless how the word ‘climbing’ came into the picture, your bewilderment will be addressed shortly…
The picture froze with my hands around her waist and my nostrils picking up every hint in her scent, with me absolutely reluctant to let go for fear of losing her once more, and my heart screaming “I missed you too…” repeatedly. No words formed in my mouth though, I was savouring every moment of our mutual silence. She had her pixie head buried in my chest, her left cheek pressing against it. Lorraine held still for God-knows-how-bloody long when… “Errr… I can’t breathe…” She chuckled. I promptly released my grip with silliness hitting me abruptly with the realization of how much strength I had used to wrap my hands around her as she lets out a mock, low-toned chocking voice “Er hem… *Cough Cough” before raising her brows and with her eyes that she widened so big till it seemed they were gonna pop out of their sockets any minute, she raised a finger to her lips “Shhhhhhh….”
Lorraine giggled after her girlish entics and placed her right hand on my left before walking briskly past me as she tugged and dragged… I could only laugh at her sweet girlishness as I’m definitelt more used to a more decisive and perhaps “manly” Lorraine…
She was clad in those huge, oversized T-shirts that hang loosely from a feminine body frame, the kind that extends to your knees and slippers… Her hair was unkempt, no make-up and “obiang” white horned-rimmed glasses… An auntie in every possible way that comes with a face I can only call “hot”… Not that it mattered for I really didn’t care…
Comical sight as she walked ahead of me and tugged, till we reach the staircase landing adjacent to my unit, she planted a feet on its steps and started to ascend… trudging and struggling to get me to follow…
I laughed “Why are we climbing the stairs?”
She whirled around “Let’s go upstairs for a change? Void-deck’s boring? Besides, people might see us?”
I laughed as the picture of her trawling her struggling cub appeared in my head… Hey, I’m not as easy to manage as your 3 year ole cub, I thought with of course, that very thought and opinion kept silently to myself.
I followed and after numerous flights of steps and of course, floors, we reached the top most floor of our flat…
Lorraine bounced over the a ledge and with her arms folded and resting on it, she looked outwards in a dreamy state…
There, we watched the view of the whole estate with the occasion passing car moving into the MSCP and with occasional late-nighters coming home, or going out…
As the world passed by beneath our feets, we remained motionless and outward looking (perhaps downward looking) as mutual silence ensued…
Story continued… From Way up….
Lorraine’s voice finally broke the silence as she faked a shiver “Brrrrr…. I need some of that stuff… Give to me please…” She begged and gripped my arm with every ounce of her strength and giggled as I withdrew my arm in pain… “What are you dreaming about…”
She then widened her eyes in a ferocious stare and grabbed my T-shirt near the collar “Mugged… Now drop your fags…” I could only chuckle as I muttered a damn loud “Stupid” which was every bit intended for her ears…
“What?” She protested adamantly. In a swift swiping motion, the cigarette box which I had just pulled out from the pocket of my berms was now in her outstretched hand… “Lighter?”
As the flame leapt out, I held it close to her face as she tilted her head and lighted the cigarette, her face frowning with appreciation… She blew the first cloud of smoke in my face and extinguished my flame as I tried to light my smokes. Giving her an irritated look, I lighted my cigarette before retaliating with my own cloud which I exhaled in her face… “How old are you btw?” I asked, my voice cold with mocked sarcasm…
“Older than you are…” Lorraine reminded me, poking my nose with a finger.
Silence engulfed us once again as our cigarettes burnt on, the lighted portion being dragged closer to its tips…
“You know Stan… I’m not so sure…” Lorraine’s voice trailed as she flicked her cigarette out into the open air…
I looked at her face with anticipation, maintaining my silence…
Lorraine looked away from my face and I recalled saying to myself “Shit, what does this mean now” as I scanned for hints in her demeanors pertaining to her intentions…
She kept her silence. Finally breaking the pause, Lorraine whispered “What now?” Without even turning her outward-looking head, or eyes, towards me, she continued..
“I’m not promiscuous that much I know… I’m not sexually wanton… and I did not mean…”
“I never felt you were like this…” I interrupted but my sentence ended at “were…” with the “like this” cut off as she looked at me abruptly and cut me out completely…
“Look… if you are with me simply for sex… fuck off now…” She stared intently into my eyes… I felt insulted.
Her gaze softened almost immediately after… “Otherwise… listen…” She waited for a reaction from me “I’m married… and I didn’t expect that you’d come along…” She paused… “Just like how I didn’t expect Glen to come along…” Her voice trailing off…
I placed my palms on her waist in a bid to settle her. “Hmmm… What happened between us? I’m gonna have to end it…” Lorraine said firmly…
Her gaze softened further… “But I’ve come to realize that I can’t after the past few days… I can’t…” She shook her head lightly in dismay all the while maintaining her gaze…
I stared on at her every move… I really didn’t know how to react and more importantly, I didn’t know how she was gonna react…
“One more cigarette?” Lorraine requested, her face breaking into a smile once more…
We lighted our cigarettes and sat on the steps with her sitting on my lap as I told her not to get her shirt, overalls, whatever, dirty…
As she dragged on a puff, I placed a hand around her waist and my head on the back of her left shoulder…
“If I might say something…” I told her steadily “I’d like to return a favour…”
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Originally Posted by
keano
it never pays to get into a relationship with a girl who has a husband.
u in a deep shit lol
yeap… I couldn’t agree more… =)