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Take a couple days for TSs to update? Co-incidence?
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Span more than 30/ 40 pages long?
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Have extremely short updates of ONE paragraph?
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Originally Posted by
gigigagago
Hahaha, my man, we see this everyday in the real life - relentless honks from behind the wheel (just because one can), people with authority drunk with power and many many other examples. It’s no surprise that this exhibition of bitterness stemming from low self-esteem and less than wholesome life happens online too, and having the anonymity makes one embolden to become a tyrant.
Unless the points can be exchanged for frequent flyer miles or credits in the cashcard, nobody should have too much (or any at all) emotional attachment. Keep at it and it’s really old news that your writing style tugs many of the hearts here. This is of cos what you want to be noted for. With regards to the points being an indication of whether one is making sense in one’s post, let me just say the reward system is not without governance but can be so, so easily abused.
We’re all in some way here to rant, so no issue whatsoever. I just did.
Very very well said. I am just enlightened by how some non-sexrelated posts can be accused of being a waste of bandwidth while others can gain quite a following. Interesting how a person with some ‘reputation’ can make the rest of his followers see sense in anything he/ she does!
Anyway, life goes on, online or in real life. Better to spend my time writing up the next installment!
Liz’s House II
I woke up the next morning, unaware of my surroundings. At first I thought I was in a hotel, but I don’t remember ever staying in a hotel room this big. And hotels don’t usually use silk sheets too. I had a massive morning wood, a reminder of what happened the night before came back to me. I was in my boxers and instinctively I reached down and stroked myself.
Suddenly I heard the doors open, and Liz came into the room. She was wearing a silky white dressing gown that opened in the front, secured by a tie at her waist. She looked ravishing, she had rested well last night.
Liz: “
Good morning baby… I have breakfast ready… (Imitating a stewardess) Congee with abalone or sandwiches with roasted turkey?
” she walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
Me: “
Hey… good morning… Congee would be nice!”
Liz: “
Coming right up!
”
She went out of the room and returned shortly with a silver tray with a bowl of steaming porridge and several other condiments. She took a spoonful of the abalone congee and blew softly to cool it before feeding it to me. As she leaned over, she brushed against my morning wood, and she said, “
My…. Somebody woke up with blue balls this morning eh… what a poor thing… you were so selfless last night and now you have to suffer blue balls… let’s see if we can take care of that…”
She placed the congee on the bedside table and pulled the silk sheets away from me, exposing my topless body and a raging hard on. She freed my penis from my boxers and started licking it slowly like a lollipop, maintaining constant eye contact with me. With her free hand, she reached over to the tray and took a small can from it. Looking at the label, I realized it was whipped cream!
Liz: “
Hmmm… my maids were wondering why I was eating congee with whipped cream.. They should see how well it goes with congee hahaaha…
”
She pressed the top of the can and aimed the spout at my abdomen, allowing the icy cold whipped cream to trail all the way down to the entire length of my penis, till she reached the head. Then she retraced the route of the whipped cream, slowly using her tongue to guide her. I watched as the whipped cream disappeared and when she stopped at my penis, I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. I felt her left up her head for a brief second, and I gave a sharp gasp of surprise. My penis was engulfed in hot water! I have had a hot/ cold blowjob before, but it was with a hooker, never before with a FB or my wife or my girlfriends! And it was usually just ice and hot tea, nothing like icy cold whipped cream! There is something about the texture of the whipped cream that adds another dimension to the sensation that I was feeling then.
I laid back and as Liz continued her terrific blowjob, I concentrated on having an orgasm. (you know how you have to TRY to have an orgasm during a blowjob otherwise you wont be able to come before the girl gets a locked jaw?) I looked at this absolutely gorgeous woman in a sexy nightgown, on her fours and fully focused on sucking my dick and I was in bliss. After several minutes of her tender deliberations at just the base of my penis head, I felt the familiar roaring feeling. I was going to come. I gave out a moan, telling her I was close and she understood. She kept up to it and just as I was about to come, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and watched as I unloaded my spunk onto her tongue. Due to the stimulation the night before, the first few spurts were more powerful so they went straight into her throat but most of it was neatly deposited on her tongue. When I was done, she swirled my cum around in her mouth, periodically opening it to show me that it was still in there and finally, she took a big gulp and swallowed my load. She proved it by showing me her empty mouth.
Liz: “
Hmmmm… my weekend dose of protein…
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Me:
“If this keeps up then the factory will be running low on stock really soon!
”
Liz: “
Don’t worry I will help you replenish stocks! I can cook you some herbal soups and birds nest… they are high in protein! Hahaa got to repay you for all the nourishment you’re giving me right?
”
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Originally Posted by
Ex-Vagabond
How much more ego do you need to continue?? I thought the story itself has already made you shot through the heads (punt intended)
I don’t mean to be an ass, but I seriously do not understand what you mean
For the benefit of me and some other bros, maybe you can explain in simple english? Especially the ‘punt’ please!
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Originally Posted by
simple2kee
i do agree with with u.
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Originally Posted by
|GD_GeR|
if u wanna show off ya english.. pls go elsewhere.. can try dictionary.com.. we are here to read and appreciate what TS has written.. or.. maybe TS story made u shot thru ya head.. (the small one.. ) therefore you can’t and didn’t think properly before you write..
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Originally Posted by
eeemen
Me too
, cheers bros …………………
Thank you guys. I wasn’t really ready to deal with comments like these. I like writing but after doing it for the first time, I do realize that it requires some encouragement and timely distraction from the readers. Having said that, thanks for your responses!!
I am currently still traveling and finding it harder and harder to find time to write except just before bedtime (or past bedtime :P)
Hang on for my next installment!!
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Originally Posted by
singexpat
Your Excellency, Your writing is excellent! Has given u 6 UPs (though yes i knw it doesnt get redeemed for anything else)
Please continue wif the show!
Thank you for your encouragement, very much appreciated!!!
Liz: “
Hmmmm… my weekend dose of protein…”
Me: “
If this keeps up then the factory will be running low on stock really soon!”
Liz: “
Don’t worry I will help you replenish stocks! I can cook you some herbal soup and birds nest… they are high in protein! Hahaa got to repay you for all the nourishment you’re giving me right?
”
She licked me clean and then proceeded to the washroom to wash up. I ate the congee at the table and turned on the TV. It was Hong Kong News, so I slowly enjoyed the tasty abalone congee while catching up on the latest headlines.
Liz: “
Baby, what would you like to do today?
” as she called out as she emerged from the bathroom.
Me: “
Its a beautiful Saturday, what can we do
?”
Liz: “
Shall we go to Shenzhen? We can play golf there, I know a beautiful course in the mountains, feels like you’re in Europe!
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Me: “
Let me guess – 東部華僑城？Hahaha… I have played there before and it was nice! Sounds like a good idea but I don’t have my golf attire nor clubs with me!
”
Liz: “
Don’t worry, we will think of something! What’s your waist and shoe size?”
She picked up her phone again and called her usual concierge service. Little did I know that this time, she was arranging for clothes for me!
“
Yes, hi, its Liz Cheng, My number is XXXXXXXX. Can I get some golf attire for a male, American size medium top, socks and American shoe size 9½, pant size 32, ad a Medium left glove? Where are your partnership stores? Ashworth? Taylor Made? Ok, sounds good! Bring it to my house in an hour please! Oh yes, I would also like to make a reservation for Wind Valley Golf course (風雲谷), East Overseas Chinese Town (東部華僑城), Shenzhen. Yes for 1pm please! Thanks!
”
Liz: “
See? That was easy! Now clubs… what can we do?
”
Dialling another number,
“喂？ Brian? 唯！你幾好嗎？ 我有個朋友來香港玩幾日， 我們今日念住去你那裡打golf， 但系佢無棍， 可唔可以借一套來打打下？ 好， 唔該逝，我地一點既tee time！Bye！
”
I was amazed with this woman, she was capable of anything! I went into the shower and took a long hot shower. When I was done, Liz was in the walk-in closet, deciding what to wear when we heard a knock on the door. My clothes had arrived. Liz’s maid handed her the packages at the door and left promptly. She opened the packages and inspected the selection.
There was a long sleeved yellow Taylor Made golf shirt and matching dark khaki pants with a pair of all black Addidas golf shoes. The concierge even thoughtfully put in a white felt flat cap and a white J Lindenberg belt (can somebody say James Heath?) for me. The glove fit perfectly, it was Titleist Players with Cabretta leather, the same model I usually used too.
I changed into my new golf attire, everything fit perfectly and I was ready to go. Liz wanted me to help her pick out an outfit for her, so I went into her walk in closet. Gosh, it was more like a compressed “ladies only” department store! Rows and rows of shoes lined the bottom compartments of the closet, which was more like a 400 sq ft room with shelves and drawers on all four full length walls. On one wall was the sportswear, so I helped her pick out a light yellow top to match me and a fuchsia golf skirt. She picked out a pair of Addidas golf shoes and she topped it off with a white Taylor Made cap, to match mine. Then she went to the opposite wall and pulled open a drawer filled with watches, and pulled out a white Chanel J12 watch. Soon we were ready to go.
We decided to leave the room from the balcony to be more discreet, where there was a little spiral staircase leading from the balcony to the garage. Guess this could double as a emergency secret exit ☺ We got into the garage and immediately the S-Klasse signal light flashed once.
“We have to take this car because we are crossing the border and its either this or the Alphard. Don’t think you wanna take the Alphard do you? Hahaha”
I shrugged and got into the driver’s seat, adjusted the mirrors and seats and soon we were off. We had to first cross over to Kowloon and since we were running a little tight on scheduling, we took the West Tunnel as it was usually the fastest (and most expensive!) The S-Klasse was very responsive, being a S500, 8 cyclinders and hydraulic suspension, the ride was silky smooth, albeit boring and a little too predictable. I sped along and soon, we were at the Huanggang customs, waiting for our turn to clear immigration. I had to switch seats with Liz, as cross border cars had to have designated drivers, guess that’s to deter car thieves from crossing the border. When we were past immigration, we switched back and since I had spent some time in Shenzhen for a few years so I had no problem navigating.
I drove from Futian to Luohu, taking Binhai Dadao (賓海大道) and soon, we were headed east towards the eastern coast of Shenzhen on 羅沙公路 (Luosha highway). The new highway was amazing, much faster than what I was used to previously, where we had to drive along the coast in a single file. We chatted casually in the car all along the way. I found out from her more about herself and her childhood, why she was single all this while. Her family had always been rather well to do, and she attended high school in California during her teens and later UCLA, majoring in Finance. Happened that she was seeing a guy for the past 8 years, and she had given him capital set up his business, and when it was doing really well, she found out that he had been cheating on her. He left her last year for a younger girl from the Mainland and she had been single ever since. She had a couple of relationships after that, but nothing serious as she was taking a break from long-term relationships. Now she was concentrating on making investments using her inheritance and so far she had been doing well. It was unfortunate as I knew a few other female friends who were like that, having spent the best part of their lives with the wrong person, only to be left alone when everybody around them were getting hitched with a lifelong partner.
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Originally Posted by
BigBoy2
Dear TS,
What can I say, I stayed up for 2 hours way pass my bed time to finish your story and today at work I had to skip lunch to catch up with my sleep….. So do you still need any confirmation if you should write?
Do carry on man…..
I am honored to have been able to take up so much of your precious time
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Originally Posted by
thomas88
I feel you should just continue with your story without the need to keep asking for response……I’d rather have no other post except yours so as to ease the troubles of having to turn pages to get to your latest post.
Already a bro has told you to continue as there’re many silent readers. If every reader were to post a comment like you wanted for your every posting then this thread would’ve gone into the thousands of pages.
With all due respect, very honestly, why do you think there are so many threads out there that;
I dont know if you write, but it is actually quite tiring and as a TS, you feel obligated to update on a regular basis… so I don’t think it is too much to ask for responses.
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Originally Posted by
gigigagago
Just wanted to add a little something:
“Writers must fortify themselves with pride and egotism as best they can. The process is analogous to using sandbags and loose timbers to protect a house against flood. Writers are vulnerable creatures like anyone else. For what do they have in reality? Not sandbags, not timbers. Just a flimsy reputation and a name.”
- Brian W. Aldiss
From time to time, people need the extra appreciation to feel inspired. This is much like, a teacher, nurse or social worker. I think it is fair the TS seeks “a couple sacks of sandbags” from time to time, just to know that even when there’s a flood (external circumstances), it won’t deter him from staying.
Besides, he has clearly stated the points aren’t his perogative. We can see how some of the other authors blatantly ask for them after EACH of their posts. Not to pass judgment but comparatively, TS’ style sits well with me.
I’m sure thomas88 meant well too - he may be concerned if the TS would end up being one of the “points-seekers”. Clearly, he must be an avid reader, for his suggestion was to enhance his viewing pleasure by keeping other “unnecessary” posts at bay.
Both of you guys have tried to make sure this thread stays enjoyable. We should toast to that.
Wow… that is so well said by whoever said that
I was not able to put into words how I felt but that simply sounds perfect in my situation! Yes it is boring, even though it is a good venting tool, but it is akin to holding a monologue… talking and talking about your life stories and nobody to give a response, no matter how short it is…
Honestly I wished I was confident enough to just keep blabbing about my life and not give a hoot about what others thought about it, but at the end of the day, that is what separates a good story-teller from a lousy one. Unfortunately I belong to the latter, as can be seen from my lousy presentations at work
I too understand the irritation of having to scroll through several pages just to complete reading a story, but hey, thats part and parcel of reading on a forum isnt it?
cheers gigigagago!
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Originally Posted by
StillLearning
To: [YourExcellency],
I agree with [gigigagago],
Your various posts in your The Scent of a Woman were more than interesting for me, because I spent some time before lunch and after lunch on Nov 8, 2010 to read it all.
I believe that you are meticulous enough to proof read and edit your posts. Based on your writing, it appears that you are a well educated (having a degree or degrees do not imply that an individual is educated) professional. Your effort, choice of diction, style, continuity, plot, as reflected in your posts indicate that you did spend the time to ensure that it is your best effort, regardless of the allegations against you.
Other than [B52bomber] captivating “Room at the Top of the Stair (sic)”, your story as reflected in this forum, surely must rank in the Top 3, not just how you introduce it, slow build up, non-sexual to a little romance to more sexually explicit, but the suspense and intrigue, as well as the diction and style, with very few and minor “English” mistakes, in my humble opinion, is near the Top.
Although I dislike studying English (or English Literature to some people) when I was a student (more interested in Economics and Law at that time), as I grow older, I appreciate the opportunity to learn and study the poets of the Romantic Era (John Keats, William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Percy Shelley, etc.), Shakespeare, and
a fortiori
, “critical appreciation” [taught by a Czech by birth]. Unfortunately, my work and career is overwhelmed by legalese, but I still do write good reports and correspondences. Rest assured, I have a Chartered Accountant friend who won a silver medal when he wrote the Canadian Institute of Chartered Accountants’ Uniform Final Exams, but major in English.
Unfortunately, my life is not as interesting and colourful as many of you guys, dedicated to one tall blonde hair green eye spouse, and have no story to post.
Sincerely,
[Still Learning]
who have spent more time in The True North, Strong and Free
than in Singapore
I spent a major part of my life in the true north too
English was not my major either and I find it extremely boring… who wants to read Margaret Atwood?!?!?
I hated even humanities courses and never did well in those… I was always more of a Science student even though I am more adept to business. sigh, thats life for you…
I do not think my life is particularly interesting or colorful, in fact I think its a little too bland. However I have had the opportunity to meet a few interesting people along the way that somehow spiced it up a little. Right now I feel like I am a little dinghy floating in the sea, belonging to neither here nor there.
Sigh… cest la vie.