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TyLa_BaBy
Wow, hit the nail right on the head! So would you settle for a relationship where the other party loves you wholeheartedly but would never have sex with you? I’m curious.
i would still have the rs wif her… if my feelings are mutual too… but i guess its the process still… sex is not a must but it is smth to enhance the relationship and bring it to a whole new level
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Originally Posted by
TyLa_BaBy
Wow, hit the nail right on the head! So would you settle for a relationship where the other party loves you
wholeheartedly
but would never have sex with you? I’m curious.
This is a trick question, because sex is part of the heart. So when girls ask this, guys must answer, "
as the sun rises from the east everyday, for as long as I have a breathe, with my double edge axe in my hand and the strength that the is bestow upon me, shall I always keep your heart close to me and protect. woe be to the man who tries to inflicit any pain to your heart, for they will suffer terrible consequence for I shall reign upon them, a terror and anger that they had never seen before
." as you say this you are holding her close to your body, allowing her to feel you and your protection over her.
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Apocalypse
This is a trick question, because sex is part of the heart. So when girls ask this, guys must answer, "
as the sun rises from the east everyday, for as long as I have a breathe, with my double edge axe in my hand and the strength that the is bestow upon me, shall I always keep your heart close to me and protect. woe be to the man who tries to inflicit any pain to your heart, for they will suffer terrible consequence for I shall reign upon them, a terror and anger that they had never seen before
." as you say this you are holding her close to your body, allowing her to feel you and your protection over her.
Oh my, Apocalypse! You’re my hero!!
*runs towards you with wind in my hair, and lies on your chest*
It’s damn trashy romance novel set in the medieval ages, but yeah, you’re right. That’s probably what most women would want to hear.
XV.
I looked on in an endorphin-hazed daze as I climaxed and released myself onto her; some of the fluid landing on her breasts and neck, and a small portion endowed with the highest propulsive force landing on her cheeks. The pace of her stroking slowed, but she continued to massage me gently, using my own fluids as a natural lubricant of sorts.
“Oh my god, you even shot into my eye dammit haha…” she said, wiping away a trace amount that went as far as one of her eyelids. I smiled wearily. “Mmm… that was… good. Oh… everything that came before that too.”
“I know baby… I know. The feeling is mutual… trust me.” I managed to say. “Come here, will you…”
I held her in my arms, sticky fluids and all, kissing her forehead. In the absolute silence that followed in the next five minutes, the only thoughts that remained in my head were that I never wanted to let her go… and how far I would be willing to go to keep it that way. I stroked her hair, straightening out the frenzied mess it had become since about an hour ago, tucking it behind her ears; her temples and cheeks still damp with a thin layer of moisture. I suddenly felt a wave of possessiveness; I held on to her like some priceless treasure I would never be willing to give up.
“Baby… you’re suffocating me.” she said with a little laugh.
“Oops. Sorry.” I said sheepishly as I relaxed my grip on her. I realised my right arm happened to be coiled around her neck as if deployed in a sleeper hold. “Hey… wait here a minute.”
I padded back over to my old bedroom and brought our belongings over to the living room. I watched her toy with the fluids on her breasts from the corner of my eye, as I grabbed a spare t-shirt I kept for basketball games from my bag.
“Do you think it’s edible?” she asked in amusement.
“Why don’t you give it a try. I think you can appreciate why the thought of consuming my own semen has somehow never crossed my mind. But maybe it’s like shark’s fin soup, for all you know.” I said in jest.
“Haha… idiot, you. What are you doing?”
“Here, this is all I got; we’ll have to share haha…” I gestured to her to use the t-shirt to clean up.
“I guess we didn’t come prepared huh.” she said.
“Or rather, we weren’t prepared for each other… for that matter.” I replied with a smile. She looked down almost shyly and placed her head on my chest, lying in my embrace. It was such a pleasure simply to hold her in my arms - this living, breathing embodiment of beauty. And she was actually mine… not simply because I wanted her, but because she wanted me too.
“Stay with me always… ok? I can’t go on without you.” she said, looking up at me and placing one hand on my face.
“I will baby… I will. We will always be together; whether in this world… or in electric dreams,” I said with a quiet laugh. “and music… music will always be with us.”
She smiled at back at me.
******
“Fuck, I think even after so many years, you just can’t let go of her lah.” Sean grunted after downing another Tequila shot.
I stared on impassively at the mass of people cavorting on the dance floor. There were some really beautiful women among them.
“Oi. You listening to me?”
“Ya. I heard you.” I shouted back over the deafening music. Took a long drag from my cigarette.
“It’s going to be a perpetual weakness, I’m telling you. You gotta know when your weaknesses are acting up on you.”
“Aiyah talk cock lah you, I’m just helping her do something. You think I’m stupid or what, losing my head just because of some girl. I know what I’m doing.” I retorted.
“Okay, suit yourself dude. Cheers, by the way.”
Down went half a jug of housepour. Teeth hurt from the cold. But that was nothing compared to other kinds of pain. At any rate I was glad to have an old friend with me. Friendship really is the most reliable bedrock, after all. All other kinds of relationships are skewed in some way or other; affects the way the mind operates at some point, creates some kind of weakness somewhere. But there’s nothing quite as equal and unassuming as friendship.
“Come on, let’s find ourselves some nice girls to party with,” said Sean with that same mischievious, determined grin on his face. “Fiona said she found you reaaaaally cute, hur hur hur…” a vicious but well-meaning jab to my left kidney followed next.
“Oww! Fuck, ok ok… ya I find her pretty hot too. Hmm. Nothing much up there though.” I said, putting a finger to my skull.
“Fuck you and your nonsense lah! You want what? Miss Universe with a PhD in Permanent Head Damage like you ah? You fucking wait long long ok. Now will you stop with all the self-mutilation bullshit and just go have some fun with her. Be happy before I kill you. Now go!”
I plodded along in an intoxicated daze. An unfamiliar but beautiful pair of eyes, a pointed nose, muted red lipstick, and a tassle of long black hair observed my approach.
****
XVI. Epilogue
“Kor kor, teach me how to play piano!”
Cindy was like a perpetually hyperactive, efferverscent little bundle of spiritedness. I heard she could even talk herself to sleep out of sheer fatigue. And of course, she had a natural affinity for music - a strong sense of rhythm, pitch, and a throaty little warble that could more than hold its own against other kids. She excitedly depressed a random number of keys on the Japanese mass production baby grand before her, apparently overjoyed at the inifinite possibilities of ‘fun’ the device held.
“Mummy I want this piano!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, yes, don’t worry, wait a while for mummy to pick a good one for you ok dearie.” replied her mother.
“I’m going to be a famous piano player next time!”
“I’m sure you will kiddo,” I added, putting a hand on her head. “just remember never to be afraid, no matter what people say ok? Practice hard and do your best.”
“Orh.” replied Cindy as she looked up at me wide-eyed. I had the feeling my words were a little lost on the child… unlike her mother, who was starting to look a little annoyed for some reason.
“The Japanese ones are better I think. Softer keys, looser hammer action, and more responsive. Easier on her fingers.” she said distractedly.
“So that, what, she will have weak fingers when she grows older?” I said, a little too pointedly.
“Strength can be built up with brute force, sensitivity takes a long time to train.”
“You want to teach sensitivity to a kid? Strengthen her fingers first.”
“She’ll be discouraged from the start if the instrument appears too hard to play. We can always change the piano later.”
“You might as well get her to play a synthesizer. Get her a good piano, and get her technique honed right from the start. No need to change here change there. If she’s going to learn sensitivity, it has to be against benchmark resistance, not a reduced one. Anyway it’s not like it’s going to break her fingers or something. Kids’ muscles are supple; they grow quickly and adapt to the environment they’re in.”
“Aiyah you and your fucking technique lah. I don’t need her to win some fucking competition.” she snapped.
An awkward silence. Cindy stopped her tinkering with the piano to look warily at both of us.
“Ok I’m sorry.” she said with a sigh.
“It’s alright. How many times have I heard it anyway. Ok look; You may not need her to win a Van Cliburn or a Tchaikovsky…. but she may want to one day. For herself. And more desperately than you can begin to imagine, once she’s at that age.”
“You know… after a while I started to hate the way you were willing to beat yourself to death for the sake of some ideal or other.”
“It’s what we men do. Well… at least those of us who are actually men.”
“Ya lah, ya lah… whatever. Anyway I know you’re going to tell me I should get the German.”
“You know me so well.”
“Don’t you start using that shit on me now, ok.”
“That stings so much it’s almost nostalgic.”
“Will you stop it?”
“Stop what?”
“Oh fuck it lah.” she said exasperatedly.
“Agreed. Seems like you knew the right choice all along, despite yourself. I wonder why I’m even here.”
She walked over the price list lying on the customer service counter.
“Geez this thing is pretty ex.”
“You’re not paying for it anyway. He is.”
“Yeah so what if he is? At least he can. Not like you.” she heaved out a large sigh. “Ok, I’m sorry.”
“Well it seems like things are more or less settled here. You know what to do. I’ll be on my way.”
“Look, I…”
I turned away and made to leave, but felt a sudden tug on my sleeve.
“Kor kor, play piano for me to hear!”
Her round little hazel eyes were full of desire, anticipation, and only saw the beauty in the world around her. They were her mother’s eyes… a decade or two ago, I thought to myself with a wry smile.
“Hey… could you… test this one and let me know what you think?” said her mother.
I nodded and walked over to the mid-tier upright German piano, watching my warped reflection dance across its lacquered black sheen. The keys were still a little stiff; it must have just arrived from the factory or otherwise no one’s been trying it out, I thought to myself. I sounded out a couple chords and arpeggios. Mmm. Good tone.
“Kor, what are you doing? Faster play something!”
I obliged.
Sarah looked away.
“Waaah what’s that song? Tell me! Teach me how to play!” the little girl chirped.
“It’s called ‘Big My Secret’ ok. A very smart musician wrote it. You like?” I replied.
“Yes yes yes! Teach me how to play!” she insisted. “Why is it called Secret? Is it because you have a secret, kor?”
“Well, everyone has secrets; when you grow up at least.”
“Then what’s your secret kor?” she asked innocently.
Well, your mum and I used to fuck a lot and we had a really good time. Hell, we loved each other; but that’s history now… I imagined myself saying.
“Well if I told you it wouldn’t be a secret now, would it.” I evaded. I glanced up to see the slightest tinge of anxiousness on her mother’s face.
“Hmph! Not fair! Next time I have a secret, I won’t tell you also.” the child sulked.
“Haha fair enough… I will let you keep your secret then.” I smiled warmly back at her defiant pout. “Ok I have to go do something else now, alright? You be good and follow your mummy go.”
“Kor where are you going? You haven’t teach me how to play Secret yet!”
“Next time kiddo… next time. I will see you again, don’t worry.” I said with as reassuring a tone I could muster. I turned to face Sarah. “It’s a good specimen. Will be an ideal companion for her for the next decade or so of her life. And that’s because she’s no ordinary child. She’s definitely got more than a little of her in you… stubborness, insecurity and all.”
“Yes… yes. I know.” she looked away. “Keep in touch?” she added with a backward glance.
“What exactly for?” I shot back rather unexpectedly. “Ok I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. We’ll… be in touch.”
“Is that a good or a bad thing?” she asked, somewhat rhetorically.
“I don’t know… girl.”
“I always like the way you called me that.” she said hesitantly, looking at the ground.
“There’s someone else to do that for you now. That should be what you live for. That and this little bundle of sparks.” Cindy had gone back to tinkering with the baby grand. “See… You’re gonna have to upgrade for her someday… I’m sure of it.” I said, motioning towards her.
“Ha. She has her mother’s taste.” Sarah quipped with a grin. “Hey wait…”
“What?”
“Still remember how to play it? Just for old times’ sake.”
I stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out what she was getting at. I somehow managed to read the words in her eyes. It hurt for a moment once I realised what it was.
“How could I ever forget.” It was my turn to look away for a moment. “Your Japanese still functional?” I asked.
“What do you think?” she replied with a weak smile.
~
fine
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GeMiNiZzzzZzz
Wow bro, you still writing
I’m about to off work down here, almost 6pm…happy hour time
Last one already lah… finally. After nearly a year haha.
Let me know when you’re back man. Meanwhile you have a good drink and be safe ok
Just a little heads-up for this thread… as a parting shot.
I’ll be penning a sort of ‘sequel’ to this little story of mine, although ‘sequel’ might not be an entirely accurate description - there is, after all, no overarching plot or singular conclusion linking the two pieces of writing.
Perhaps I can call it more of a continuation - of the thoughts and sentiments I have about life, love, and of course,
ahemmm
I did think of starting a thread to discuss these matters as ideas on their own, but I guess expressing them rhetorically rather than academically seems to be more… effective.
My apologies if the way I write doesn’t exactly suit common taste; unfortunately I can’t help being somewhat different. I can’t jump straight into the sex like a raging beast, skip past the art when providing all the explicit details, and I can’t talk about how a man and a woman come to be together without all that context
It’s just far too important… for me at least.
Anyhow, my thanks again to those who actually
have
enjoyed this thread; I hope the following one will also prove satisfactory, if not better
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eeemen
Bro TS , thanks, I did enjoy your narration, it’s different for sure, but in a pleasant way. Thanks, n cheers ………………..
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Lucifer Lim
Nice story…. thank for spending yr time to write such a interesting story for us.
Thanks,
Salute you
Thank you for visiting, do enjoy the second instalment, currently in progress