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She develops respect for you because you exercised self control and showed respect for her.
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You leave her hanging and she desires you more. She will be wet for you the next time you see her.
Have been wanting to do this for a long time but never got round to doing it. SBF has too few contributors so I decided to do my part for society-that is sharing my stories. So here goes…
I am in my late 30s now and fairly successful but I was not borned with a silver spoon. I was borned into a poor family. My father was a full time gambler and part time worker at his brothers business. My mother was a lowly clerk (who is now a very successful career woman). And because my father was a gambler, my growing up years were very turbulent. We went from poor to rich and back to poor again-with a lot of fighting, shouting and crying in between.
From very humble beginnings, my parents worked their way up and actually managed to give my sister and myself a very comfortable life. This was in the 70s when we had 2 maids and 2 cars. But when you are a gambler, all good things must come to an end. My father lost everything. No more home. No more cars. He often abused my mother physically and one day she decided that she had enough. Took my sister and myself with her, filed for divorce and headed out the door.
Because my father lost everything, life after the divorce was hard. My mother had to work and take classes at night. I had to cook for my sister and made sure both of us revised our school work nightly. (My sister and myself did well in school and we were in branded schools-all the way to university) We did not have maids. We slept on form mattresses. Bought second hand wardrobes, tables, chairs and electrical appliances. Luxury was our once weekly Saturday night dinner at the tze char stall.
And because I knew we were poor, I had an inferiority complex. I did not know how to approach girls. It didn’t help that I went to an all boys school and looked very very cute/underage. I did not have my first girlfriend till 16 and my first fuck till 20.
P/S sorry for the boring life details. This is allow the readers to understand me-e.g. the decisions that i would make, the views that I have today, and most importantly…the adventures that I will share from the next posting!!!
Nice epilogue.
From rags to riches. I’m more intuned on how your life is gonna unfold rather than the women your gonna meet.
I’m gonna park my caravan here.
I had my first girlfriend when I was 16 and it was in the USA. (Actually before I had any girlfriends, I did experiment kissing with my cousin and neighbor but I don’t think you guys would be interested.) My paternal grandmother decided to send me to the USA for studies. When school started, I got to know a Taiwanese girl, Sophia. She was short and plump. Not pretty but cute. Didn’t dress well but very friendly and chatty. It wasn’t long before we became best friends and I would send her home everyday.
Because Sophia had such a friendly disposition, she made friends easily. Among her friends was this pretty Japanese girl called Junko. I was hooked the moment I saw her. I told Sophia and she readily agreed to set us up. The 3 of us would go for lunches, dinners, and walks in the park together very often. From time to time, Sophia would not turn up for the outings, leaving me and Junko to get to know each other better.
Junko was from a rich conservative family. We were very different from each other. Rich girl, poor boy. Conservative girl, relatively liberal boy. Matured girl, not so matured boy. And because we were so different, we found each other fascinating and soon sparks began to fly. She must have found me to be a breath of fresh air-so young and different from the guys she had met before i.e. so full of energy. And to me, she had breasts bigger than mine. Yummy! Anyway, one day, during lunch…
Me: So Junko, do you have a bf now? (Half expecting her to half a dozen or so.)
Junko: of course not! I am so ugly. No guy would ever want me.
Me: Are you kidding? I think you are beautiful. (I thought she was very modest. Pretty SG gals would always walk with their noses high up in the air)
Junko: GASP…!!!…… You find me beautiful? No guy has ever said that to me before. (She had this look of TOTAL SHOCK on her face).
Me: Will you be my gf?…Blah blah blah…
To cut the long story short, the relationship lasted only 1 month. We took nice walks in the park and romantic dinners by the beach but nothing happened between us ( no kissing or touching). I was too young then. She was 7 years my senior and she had trouble accepting that. It may have been easy for her to ditch me but it was THE END OF THE WORLD FOR ME! Back then, when I was still a gentleman, I believed in true love. Love was EVERYTHING!! I cried for days. What a silly young boy I was… So guess who appeared to save me?? It was Sophia.
Sophia listened to me pour out my grief. She ate with me every night. She cried when I cried. She would hug me when I was dead tired from all the crying. (It was during our hugs when I felt she breasts squashed between our bodies and my cock started to tingle.) She walked with me when I needed fresh air. She held my hand when I needed her to be close. She was with me all the time. Within a week of Junko dumping me, I was now falling in love with Sophia. So one day when we were walking in the park, I told her that I have fallen in love with her. She was SHOCKED.
Me: I have something to tell you. I am in love with you.
Sophia: GASP!!! No! it’s wrong.
Me: Why is it wrong? Nothing can be wrong when it comes to love.
Sophia: But we are god sister and brother. This is wrong. (I forgot to mention that I called her Jie and she called me Di. She is 3 years older.)
Me: I know we are god sister and brother, but don’t you feel anything for me?
Sophia: I don’t know. I am very confused. Give me some time to think. Let’s talk tomorrow.
And that was how we parted that evening.
P/S if you guys haven’t figured it our by now, I am a BREAST MAN! Absolutely love BREASTS! Dunno why. Part of my DNA make up I guess. Just to fill you readers in on my looks. I have always looked very boyish. Never handsome but cute enough to be an auntie killer. Aunties absolutely love me. Dunno why. Over the years, I have also realised that some girls love this cute look, though most don’t-which would explain my low success rate. Body-wise, I was never slim. Have always been a little meaty but I was a sports person-basketball, baseball, golf, swimming, so my weight was always kept in check.
The next day, I brought a bottle of wine with me to Sophia’s apartment. I knew that if Sophia rejected me, I would be very very sad. 2 rejections in 2 weeks would be hard for any guy to bear. Only alcohol would soothe the pain.
Me: So have you thought about it?
Sophia: Yes. Even though I love you as a brother and have some feelings for you as a guy, I cannot accept you. It is just wrong. You are too young.
Me: But the feelings we have between us… don’t they mean anything to you? (The feeling of devastation was building.)
Sophia: I do feel something for you but it is just wrong. I am sorry.
Me: This is too much for me… (tears welling up)… I think I am going to need to drink. Will you drink with me?
Sophia: NO! And don’t you drink here! If you drink here, I will just go into my room and leave you alone to get drunk!
Me: Fine… suit yourself (Totally devastated…sigh…)
I opened the bottle of wine. Sophia shot me an angry look and stormed into her room. When she left, my world crumbled. It was just me and 1 bottle of wine. I didn’t take any glasses with me. None was needed. I drank straight from the bottle. Finished the whole bottle in 2 breaths. It was gone in 3 minutes.
Dunno how long it took. Maybe 5 minutes before the wave of alcohol hit me. I felt I got hit by a truck. I just laid flat out on the carpet floor, crying, semi-conscious. My crumbled world was spinning. I was suffering but there was no pain. Alcohol is a wonder drug.
Then I heard a click. Sophia’s bedroom door opened. Sophia, was a girl with a ton of motherly instincts. She could not bear to leave me suffering alone. She came nearer to check on me. Went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and placed it on my forehead. I was thinking, “Man! Those Taiwanese movie scenes are real!! Taiwanese girls are genetically programmed to take care of sad drunken men. God bless all Taiwan women!”
After Sophia placed the hot towel on my forehead, she ran her fingers through my hair. I think she was trying to soothe me. I knew she was worried about me. It was now or never. I sat upright suddenly. Grabbed her shoulders and forcefully placed my lips on hers. I forced my tongue through. I felt her mouth open slightly. I felt her tongue for a split second. I was thinking again, “Man! This is just like the movies!”
She pushed me away. Looked at me in shock. And gave me 1 tight slap!! Now it was my turn to be in shock. The world stopped turning. It was silent except for that slight ringing in my ears. It’s amazing how fast the human brain work. In that split second of a split second, I imagined that there were hidden cameras somewhere, we were in a real live Taiwanese movie, and we were the leads. And in all good movies, the ending is always happy. And so I decided to forcefully kiss her again. I pushed my lips against hers again. She tried to push me away. I held on. Slowly but surely her resistance faded. We started frenching. I laid her slowly onto the carpet floor and climbed onto of her. We continued to french harder. She was running her hands all over my back. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I decided that I needed to feel those big breasts of hers. I pressed my palm against her breast. (My first feel of boobs! YAY!) She froze. Pushed me off her and her hands covered her face. She started crying. That was only 3p.m. in the afternoon.
P/S This was sometime in the early 90s and there was a HOT legal discussion going on. Does “No” mean maybe? My experiences with numerous women so far in life do show that “No” means maybe. So when does “No” mean no? Truth is I don’t know, but my advice to the younger bros here is to err on the side of caution and there is a good reason. Because if a girl says no (when she really means maybe), and you decide to stop, 2 things happen.
And if she really meant “No”, you just saved yourself a trip to the police station.
Of course, all these are easier said than done. It is very hard when your cock is doing all the thinking for you. Sophia was the first girl to say no to me but she wasn’t the last. Luckily for me, no girl has ever decided to go to the police. But a certain Mr. Ong wasn’t so lucky.
If any of you wanna share your feelings, thoughts, or even personal experiences in the thread, please feel free to do so. That’s what sharing is all about.
It troubled me that Sophia was crying. There were many reasons why I should be troubled. There was the genuine fear that she was going to run off to the police and tell them I molested her. And my course, part of me, was just sad that she was crying. Was she having “first kiss” remorse? After all, she never had a boyfriend before and I know what a hopeless romantic she was. Always fantasizing what her price charming would look like and how her first kiss would be. But most importantly was that after feeling a 1 boob for the first time, my cock was raging to spring free. My cock was hard as a rock. I needed to realise. If she kept crying, who was gonna help me??
After letting her cry for a few minutes, it was my turn to run my fingers through her hair to soothe her. I lowered my face to hers and asked if she was alright. She had calmed down somewhat. I laid down next to her. We started discussing about the kiss we just had, our feelings for each other and where we would go from there. In between, there would be a few intense hugs (really enjoyed feeling those breasts squashed against me) and gentle caresses of the face. That was a very tender moment. It was 6p.m. when we decided to have dinner.
I don’t remember what we ate that night. What I do remember were the loving looks we gave one another and helping of each other with the food. And after dinner was over, we washed the dishes and proceeded to watch tv.
For a 16 year old boy to have a sweet smelling, big breasted woman sitting next to him, (looks didn’t matter to me at this point in my life) is akin to dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry dog. It wasn’t long when I went berserk. I knew that somehow I had to feel those breasts again. After some I-don’t-what-program started on tv, I moved my arms around her. It wasn’t long before I started playing with her hair and her ears. That was followed by gentle kisses to her face……then to her shoulder…… then to her neck. I could hear her breathing getting louder. I looked up and I saw her face… flushed. Her eyes showed desire.
I attacked her lips and pushed my tongue into her mouth. This time, there would be no resistance. There was only hunger and desire from her. The frenching was intense. I proceeded quickly to cup her breasts. A moan escaped her lips. I knew that she was going to let me feel her this time. As I frenched her, my hand was furiously massaging her breasts. Her big breasts felt like heaven to me. And her moans got progressively louder. I took that as I sign that I could unbutton her blouse. Feeling her breasts through her top was not enough for me. I had to see the real things.
This was when things got a little funny. When I undid her first button, she realised that I wanted to see her naked, so she made feeble attempts to prevent me from unbuttoning more buttons. So it was a funny scene of 2 people kissing and the guy trying to get the girl naked and the girl trying to prevent it from happening. It was a weak battle put up by her but soon I had her down to her bra. And then I wasted no time in loosening the clasp behind her. Out popped 2 heavenly globes!! Sophia had very fair skin and her breasts looked like 2 heavenly buns and they looked DELICIOUS. Her nipples were small and inviting. I dove in for them.
The moment my lips touched her nipples. My tongue started to twirl round the nipples. This drove her to a new high. Her moans were really audible now and she was holding my head quite tightly to her chest. I was in breast heaven.
But a 16 year old boy gets bored pretty quickly. After 10 minutes in breast heaven, I decided I needed to visit pussyland. I needed to see what or how her pussy looked like. Like a ninja, my fingers stealthily moved towards her bottom and gently rubbed her pussy. This drove her to an even higher high. She pulled me back up to kiss her. She then bit and sucked my lips real hard. I was in genuine pain but the quest for pussyland was more important and I beared with it. When she finally allowed me to pull my lips away from her, I looked at her. She had this glazed look of ecstasy. She was so high on these new sensations that her breasts and pussy were bringing her that she was lost in her own world.
I decided that I had to taste her pussy. After all, that’s the natural progression of things right? At least in porno world it is. And 16 year old boys live in porno world.
Before she knew it, I had slipped my hand into her shorts and had pushed her shorts down slightly. Before she could stop me, I pushed her shorts all the way down, placed my head between her legs and darted my tongue onto her clit. This was when all hell broke loose. She was almost screaming in pleasure. Her legs clamped my head so hard that I thought she was trying to force it into her pussy. I don’t know how long I licked but I felt I could go on forever. Her pussy had no smell and her juice was watery with just a hint of slime. There was an intense satisfaction in me that I was pleasuring her. I was enjoying myself. Then I decided to push my luck. I wanted to see if I could go all the way. My cock felt as if it was going to burst.
In between licking her pussy, I was trying to get myself naked. When I finally succeeded getting my pants off, in a quick motion I moved my body up. I tried to kiss her but she turned away. The fact that I just licked her pussy wasn’t lost on her. I then kissed and sucked her neck gently-alternating between sucking and licking. Meanwhile, 1 of hands was trying to position my cock at her pussy, which incidentally involved a lot of rubbing. It must have been very pleasurable, she still didn’t know I was trying to put my cock into her. But when my cock was at the entrance of her pussy, she froze. Everything came to a standstill. She looked at me with genuine fear in her eyes. She tried to clamp her legs together but I was in between them. I decided not to proceed. I didn’t want to go to jail. She had this look of relief when I climbed off her and I took the chance to tell her that my balls were in pain. I asked for a HJ. She said shyly, “ You have to teach me.”
Having a girl touch my cock for the first time, with her big breasts dangling in front of me was MINDBLOWING!!! She studied my cock intently before starting with the stroking. As the pleasure built, I reached out to touch her breasts and squeezed them hard. I played with nipples which brought a mixture of pain and pleasure (from the looks on her face). I tried to push her head down to give me a blow job but she simply refused (what a selfish bitch I thought). And just as I was nearing eruption, I signaled for her to kiss me and at the point of orgasm, I bit her lips hard. When the high had subsided, she evaluated the damage. Semen on her hands, the carpet and on our bodies. And the smell was throughout the apartment, so she did the “ewwww……” thing… as in “ewwww…. this, ewwww… that”. I left her apartment at 11p.m..
To cut the long story short, Sophia and I lasted 3 years. I never got to fuck her and never got her to blow me, even though I did go down on her many times more. She was a selfish lover to the end. But the happiness and numerous walks in park and by the beach are priceless. After we broke up, we remained as friends and she continued on her quest for true love. Her journey wasn’t easy and I think it was because of me. I made her feel beautiful. She went on to make mistakes that beautiful girls make- i.e. to ask for the sky. She eventually married a very average guy she met from the internet and they have a daughter now. She seems happy and her career is soaring. I am happy for her.
Looking back, it was indeed true love. True love because I fell in love with personality and her looks never did matter to me. Although, if I were to meet her today, I would never give her a chance. Fat girls and average looks don’t appeal to me anymore…… but then again 世上无绝对
P/S Sorry if my life story has been boring you guys. Just like Anakin, it will take some time before I join the Dark Side. I promise that as you read on, and as I get progressively older, the stories will get juicer.
Hi,
Great story!!!
However, I have something which I’m not clear of…
What does it mean by
“make mistakes that beautiful girls make- i.e. to ask for the sky”
I’m not so sure about the ‘ask for the sky’?
Could anyone explain more to me? Thanks!!
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1nottiboy
P/S Sorry if my life story has been boring you guys. Just like Anakin, it will take some time before I join the Dark Side. I promise that as you read on, and as I get progressively older, the stories will get juicer.
It is definitely not boring.
Typically the background and the non-XXX part of the stories are the most fascinating parts.
Keep up the good work, I’m definitely camping on this thread.
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freonxx
Hi,
Great story!!!
However, I have something which I’m not clear of…
What does it mean by
“make mistakes that beautiful girls make- i.e. to ask for the sky”
I’m not so sure about the ‘ask for the sky’?
Could anyone explain more to me? Thanks!!
The beautiful girls I know are usually very demanding. They want everything. They want you to work hard and yet be able to spend time with them. They want you to buy things for them, yet have enough savings to buy a condo and car. They want you to pay for their shopping but they don’t wanna cook for you. In a nutshell, they want to ask you for everything, but give little or nothing back in return. Does it sound like any SG girl you know??
My experience with girls is that, the prettier they are, the more demanding they get. Not all, but most. Don’t know if it’s the same for you guys.
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Originally Posted by
1nottiboy
The beautiful girls I know are usually very demanding. They want everything. They want you to work hard and yet be able to spend time with them. They want you to buy things for them, yet have enough savings to buy a condo and car. They want you to pay for their shopping but they don’t wanna cook for you. In a nutshell, they want to ask you for everything, but give little or nothing back in return. Does it sound like any SG girl you know??
My experience with girls is that, the prettier they are, the more demanding they get. Not all, but most. Don’t know if it’s the same for you guys.
Beautiful ? most of the girls i know that behave this way, THINK THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL which in fact they are just plain jane, the beautiful ones i know are just the opposite what Bro TS mentioned. And they are really the beautiful type who will cook to keep you with them.
TS, wonderful way to start.
Personally, i prefer to read threads like yours then those that goes right into the action.
Frankly speaking, i have gone through similar experiences in life like you.
Hope to hear more of your experiences.