That will be all for the time being. I will continue when I return from Vietnam, hopefully this weekend. Thank you all for taking the time to read my sex-less story.
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That will be all for the time being. I will continue when I return from Vietnam, hopefully this weekend. Thank you all for taking the time to read my sex-less story.
not at all bro, very nice write up, camping it everynite
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MoralEthics
That will be all for the time being. I will continue when I return from Vietnam, hopefully this weekend. .
Enjoy your trip in Wet nam
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MoralEthics
She had me there. So all along she was only playing mind games with me & testing me out. I was sort of pissed but at the same time joy was filling my heart. But I decided to play along with her.
Me: Why should I be? It’s just a ride.
D: But I saw the look on your face. You were JEALOUS!
It’s alright to write w/o any sex, your story so far is very good. Understand what you’re going through, my first marriage failed and at one nite I felt a sharp chest pain while I kept thinking about it…
Hope this writing process will give you some relief! Cheers!
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NikonCamera
It’s alright to write w/o any sex, your story so far is very good. Understand what you’re going through, my first marriage failed and at one nite I felt a sharp chest pain while I kept thinking about it…
Hope this writing process will give you some relief! Cheers!
My first “supposed” marriage did not even take place. The bride-to-be left me high & dry waiting for her. That will eventually unfold in the following instalments. And here I am with a broken 2nd “first” marriage. But like what they say, what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger!
She made a point to emphasize on the last word & was practically screaming it at me. At the same time, I felt her thighs clamping down on my hips & her arms tightened around my waist. That sensation was like electricity running through my body & I almost lost control of my bike. As I fought to regain control, D did not even flinched. She was like a koala bear clinging onto its eucalyptus tree.
I was floating on cloud nine for the rest of the trip & can hardly remember how I managed to bring us to our destination.
We spent the next hour or so walking through the arcade rooms before resting our feet in the bowling alley. I had always wondered why that place was always so crowded at night. Don’t those people need to work? And besides, I noticed some of the best bowlers coming in later in the night. Wonder what they do for a living.
It was already past midnight when I decided to call it a day. D asked if I could send her back with 3 pairs of lecherous eyes behind her staring at me. Those 3 toads looked like they were ready to swallow the prey, wholesome. How could I possibly refuse? I would have offered myself to her! I meant my services.
The guys gave me that approving look & Ah Koon even gave me 2 thumbs up behind her back. We took a slower walk towards my bike as they rode off into the night. No words were exchanged as we walked side by side. I started my bike & D climbed behind me, snuggling up my back before locking both arms around my waist. I have never felt so much in love before. And we weren’t even in a relationship!
The journey back was long & slow. I’ve always loved taking it slow as it gets later into the night with lesser traffic. Not to add to the fact that D was riding pillion as well. She was a major plus factor to pro-long the ride.
The ride to her home was quiet. Nothing more needed to be said. I felt it all with her arms locked tightly around my waist. As I turned into her car park, part of me wanted to turn around & just ride on.
We left the helmets on the bike and I walked her to the lift. Silence surrounded us. I was at a loss for words again. Brain freeze! Only thought that came to mind then was the image of her riding pillion behind me.
As the lift door closed on us, I ruffled my hair with my right hand while looking straight ahead & tried reaching out to hold her hand with my left. I managed to grab on to her wrist & began worming my hand down to hers. She slowly opened her palm & that was when our fingers interlocked! I believed my heart skipped a beat or two at that moment. We just froze on the spot till the lift stopped moving. The door opened upon reaching the top level but neither of us made a move.
I could hear my heart pounding at my ribs wanting out. I could feel beads of perspiration gathering at my palm that was holding hers. I was telling myself to hold on if she were to let go.
And then the door closed. We still did not move. I have no idea how long we stood in the lift but we both freaked out when the lights suddenly went off, shutting us in total darkness. That was when I felt her clenching my hand tightly while we frantically searched for the door open button. I was hammering the button when the lights finally flickered on & the door opened. Damn the electricity saving mode!
I’m not comfortable using the PC in the business centre to log in here so yeah, this will be all for the time being. Eyes are staring.
Time for lunch & followed by happy hour!
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MoralEthics
I noticed some of the best bowlers coming in later in the night. Wonder what they do for a living.
Some of the best bowlers are people who sell stuff at the wet market. They bowl already then go Pasir Panjang to buy fresh vegetables or Jurong Port Road to buy fish. Being in a job that requires using a lot of strength gives them the power to bowl hard. Besides… when this story is written, there isn’t much entertainment options past mid-night right? So bowling is quite popular for them. Healthier than lupsup KTV.
Sometimes the interesting bits are the journey itself and not about doing what you want to do at the destination.
Too much beer is making me hard to write. My eyes are hazy now so I will try to be quick. Anyway, fuck the company notebook. So be if it they found me surfing this forum.
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Boost
Thanks for sharing bro.
Nice writing too… easy reading compared to most others.
Thank you for the compliments.
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Funky-Kuku
Some of the best bowlers are people who sell stuff at the wet market… Healthier than lupsup KTV.
You are right. I had never thought of that. Are you one of them?
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naturegreen
A good story is a good story, with or w/o the sexual parts.
Thank you for appreciating.
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blohsg
Sometimes the interesting bits are the journey itself and not about doing what you want to do at the destination.
Indeed you are spot on here. The ending was bitter but the journey was extremely enlightening for me.