Hi silverpussy, I m very impressed wif ur writings.. i’ve sent u PM.. hope u will honourably read n reply
Wow Silverpussy…
Great story with full woman character..no wonder your pussy is “silver” and live up with such tough sexperience, hahaha..got time and if fated, lets bump into each other for a great drink and chat….voila..
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zron.45
The second lane to Tuas is formed already.
really? the queue’s snaking around the island liao?
old man like me cannot tahan standing for too long. i better just stay here for silverpuss’s updates in the comfort of my office.
Dear sis,
after going through your stories, it gives an impression that you are indeed a high glass fisher-woman, who have specify taste to your own niche liking, however humble enough to call yourself SilverPussy.
Great stories. Thanks.
Hi Everyone,
had been extremely busy whole of last week. Will be travelling 3rd week this month.
I promise I will keep in touch as and when I have the time either here or pm’s.
Have a nice time and cheers.
Hi Sis Silverpussy, nice narrative and thanks for graciously giving us a woman’s POV. Indeed the lawyer dud was a joke, though the episode where you had your legs on the dashboard, must have been helluva time eh?
Hi Everyone, I am back.
After 2 weeks away on a business trip I feel so good but also lousy the moment I step in the office on Friday to find my mail box full and my poor plant all brown.
Had a drink tonight with some friends and just got home. Got to go to bed soon but something happened when I was away and I will relate at a later time.
Nite….
Left Singapore in the afternoon of 15th April for London, Heathrow. Because of the Easter and Prince William’s wedding I knew I will not have a good time on top of having to shutter between London and Amsterdam. I dislike flying. I think the number of flying hours that I had accumulated it can qualify me to be a pilot.
What I am going to tell you, you may think it is a fairy tale and a good story with inspirations from Harold Robbins but believe it or not, there is always this word that is called “fate” though I hardly believe in it.
Truly, I don’t believe myself that I chanced upon him or if you like, fate put us together one more time and had helped me to get by Easter in a very romantic way.
There are not many men or probably none that it was difficult for me not to remember except him. He was that “old” man. I felt being a betrayer by using this word “old” on him and I wish I could call him by his name.
He was never old when we make love. Not a bit and never at all. He was always considerate and good at what he is suppose to do to make me happy, to make me cum again and again and again. We were like a well precision male and female ferule, his into mine and fit so well.
Arriving Heathrow in the evening is one of the worst time but I managed and rather used to it. Maybe it is because of the Royal Wedding the queue for “aliens” was quite bad and by the time I was at the box this bloody (pardon my language) immigration bloke likely an immigrant from Indian was scrutinizing my passport and asked ‘was I in London for the the Royal Wedding’ I don’t know what made me say this because I have not meant it as joke neither do I have the time……I am still waiting for my invitation from Prince William.
This probably riled him and he asked more questions as to what’s my business in London and wanting to see more of my particulars. By the time I got through I was venting out all vulgarities that I can think off, in my mind.
As I was at the belt waiting for my bag, I heard someone called out…..Hi, how have you been lately? Because of what had happened earlier and still mad inside and this being a very common phrase in any public places I did not look towards the speaker though I find the voice was vividly familiar? Then he called out my name and I turned and I saw him.
I was stunned and spellbound when I saw him and it seems that the world stood still for me to make sure that it was him. I was momentary lost. I was really surprised to see him here in London. All my anger with Mr. Singh the immigration officer was forgotten and I almost forgot to collect my bag when it went past.
I told him I was here on business hopping over to Amsterdam after Easter and back to London before coming home. I have to spend the lonely Easter holidays alone in boring London. I don’t have any other intentions telling him my schedule and timetable other than just casual talk.
He was fast and sincere and asked if I want to join him in Yorkshire, Leeds during Easter at his sister’s house. I was not sure if I want to renew our relationship but at the same time I have this urge to be with him even if it is only for a few days.
We went our own ways at the station and I promise that I will call him after my meetings in London. In the train, I was undecided and my busy schedule soon made me forgot about the coming Easter Holidays.
“since this is gonna to be a long one and also have to answer quite a few pm’s I shall continue some time later”
I have to thank those who have private messaged me with many words of encouragement and nice things you said to me. I am very appreciative other than some that I distaste.
I may be easy going and had many encounters of one night stand but I am not a morally loose woman. Don’t treat me cheap. Even for professional ladies, you have to treat and show respect to them.
Just a two words private message “contact please” who do you think I am? and who do you think you are? Please show some respect regardless who they are and what they are.
I am sorry to those who wanted to meet me in person and I will never want to meet you. It’s not because I am snobbish but the reason is simple. What I wrote is true with exceptions of some added flavors which I mentioned right from the start. Those events in my life not many of my girlfriends know with exception of one or two. That’s why we are using a moniker because we don’t want people to know who we actually are in this forum or in public. If I am writing about birds and bees, yes we could possibly meet and interact more but surely not this.
However should one day we happen to bumped into each other be it leisure or business rest assured you will never know that I am silverpussy neither would I want to know you are in this forum, less the actual person behind your nick.
Therefore please do not try and want to meet me in person because I don’t want to paint you a picture that I am arrogant and snobbish.
On the lighter side of life, I am being pressured by my parents to find a suitor…………hahaha so go and look for my father perhaps he can help you to get to know me…..luv u
I might have to travel again next week. I am really tired. I can see election fever everywhere and is hotting up in certain places. Anyway, that’s for the politicians and I’ll just do my part as a citizen and be at the polling station on the 7th.
There is one problem that I don’t like about London hotels. Each time when I tell them I need a smoking room it was either all the rooms are non smoking or non available. I have to open the windows or go to the smoking lounge below if I need a puff. During this time of the year, it is still cold in the night so opening the windows throughout the whole night may not be a very good idea.
This trip I was exceptionally tired and after a good shower I looked at the mirror and thought I need to shed off some weight. I cupped my two boobsies and weigh them on my palms and cheekily said…..mirror mirror on the wall who is the shapeliest of all….I laugh and thought it was funny.
Every now and then, after shower I will go through the motion of checking for uninvited lumps in my breast same time I will apply lotions on my arms and legs. I was standing by the corner of the lower bed with one leg on it and when I reached my upper thigh, I stroke my pubic hair and I love doing it.
(From the day I reached puberty till now my hair was eyebrow like, fine and short. I pride myself to have such nice hairs as it actually parted to both sides very naturally. My girlfriend threatens to shave them bald when I am asleep. For those who have been naughty and asked about the colour of my hair the answer is………… it is black and nice against the very fair skin tone of my thigh)
Sub consciously, I was stroking and rubbing my clit with my finger in a circular motion at the same time moving along my vulva. My actions became more and more vigorous and I was so stimulated that I didn’t know I was gushing. When my organism came I tilt my head and looked towards the ceiling heaving a long ahhhhh-ed before I slumped on the bed totally beat out and exhausted.
How I wish I have someone with me now and continue with some serious and passionate love making. Masturbations can never satisfy me and after each self satis I long for the real stuff.
All this while I had the window open but the outer curtain which is of lighter, lacy material was drawn but the inner heavier fabric was apart. My two bed side table lights were switched on and oops I wonder if anyone had seen me the past twenty minutes. Though they can’t see in person but the silhouette of my figure and actions could drive them nuts……..won’t that be nice, I thought. When I was at the window having my puff, the building across was quite.
As I was smoking feeling the cold air biting on to my face I thought of him and his offer. Shall I spend the Easter with him?
I was undecided because I am not sure if I want to renew our relationship. Between him and me, I am certain that it will not be a onetime affair. It will continue even when we are back in Singapore. If it was any other man, I think I could have the answer straight away but…. him?
It was past 11pm (London)……might as well go to bed.