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Infringement on Disclosure of Confidential Act 2, paragraph 2 (revised). Sentence: 3 yrs in jail term and 6 strokes of caning.
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Inbox will be flooded with similar requests. Thus, I have to spend time to attend to it everyday.
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The laksa and drink stores will be flooded with samsters. Thus, reducing my chance of viewing zaogeng, not to mention, laksa shortages. hehehe…..
Bro shadow,
Share the location of the laksa store leh…I believe a lot of bros here will like the “laksa” and “kopi” very much…
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raider123
Bro shadow,
Share the location of the laksa store leh…I believe a lot of bros here will like the “laksa” and “kopi” very much…
I have PM you this msg but I’m posting here to make my stand clear.
Sorry, bro. I can’t disclose the location to you. By doing that I’ll have to deal with one or more of the following consequences,
Sorry, bro. You know it’s really not right for me to do that. I don’t want to promote any harassments to both ladies. I will feel guilty if anything happens to them because of my irresponsible acts. Actually, it’s already not right for me to post out FR like that. So, I would like to keep it anonymous. Sorry again.
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tanner132
After reading your forum on your true experience. Really envy you for this kind of lucks. Good for you to able to catch such a good and solid girl for so many wonders bonking session. Just remember to keep your forum comiing after every session.
Cheers
I’ll try to put up some others. But need to recall a bit first, got couple of ONS, sex experiences (with factory gals and OL) and overseas bonking (Germany, China and Japan). The ladies are not pros, FL or WL. They are genuine working class. Like I said, most of it are my encounters after marriage which happened in the span of about 4~5 yrs.
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nabeh123
Superb FR!!! really envy u, wat a luck u had to hook to such a gem…
Great patience u have bro Shadow to tell us ur encounter in such a detailed way
You the man!!!
BTW can disclose ur age? and the recep gal’s age? me curious leh
Today bullet already fired will up u Monday
I’m going to be 32 this yr. Jean is 24.
So many compliments, I paiseh leh. Just to spice things up a bit, I writing up my sex encounters in Germany while I was 2 months there, last year. Need to recall the details a bit. Age catching up, must take longer time to recall.
My Sex Encounters in Germany
Managed to finish the first chapter. Now posting it for the entertainment of bros here.
Just to give you people a brief overview of my encounters in Germany. I have made out with this gal, Abelina, twice. First time was my first week there, and the other time was at a motel, in Austria. I also have make out with another 17 year old gal called Raine, for about 3 times (or is it 4, couldn’t recall liao. But all of it happened in my apartment). I will only write out the initial experience with Abelina and Raine because it always the initial experiences that lingered deeply in my mind. For the rest of the DIY and PCCs, I shall not go in further details; a lot of you, bros, have much more experiences in that department than me, hehehe…… Well, here goes.
My Sex Encounters in Germany
Chapter 1 (Part 1)
I was sent to Germany for a job assignment for 2 months, last year in June. It was my first time there, so I’m quite excited about it. I was supposed to fly off with my colleague but due to some personal unseen circumstances, I flew 2 days later than my colleague.
I took a flight with Swissair to Zurich with a stop over in Bangkok, It’s a 15hrs back breaking, not to mentioned balls cramping, of flight. It can really split your butt into fours easily. Once the plane landed at Zurich Airport, I had to transit to take another 40 mins flight to Stuttgart, Germany. The views were great from the window; you’ll see all the farmlands, pastures and no high rise buildings. After the plane landed at Stuttgart Airport, I disembarked the plane and proceeded to the immigration counter to get my passport stamped before I went off to collect my luggage at pick up point. Then, I went to the airport arrival area to waiting for my business associate to pick me up.
It was summer time in Germany. Since, it was summer time; the daylight will be longer. Crack of dawn is about 4 am and sunset is about 10 pm (that’s why it took me about a week or two to get used of seeing the sun at 9 pm). The air was fresh and clean, climate was cool and dry (I think the temperature was about 16ºc and 45% humility then), it was a shiny and bright outside. It was a very refreshing morning. Too bad, I was too bushed to enjoy all these.
I was almost falling asleep while this lady came approached me and asked me if I’m so and so? I was surprised and wondered how did this lady know my name (even though she did not pronounce it properly)? I guessed it’s my gong gong ghin na’s (blur like a child) look which told her that I was expecting someone else. So, she started explaining everything. She introduced herself as Abelina but I called her Abby for ease. She was with the Media and Publicity department of my business associate company; she deals with all types of PR for the company. Wa lau, of all my business trips, it’s the first time a lady picked me up. After a round of handshake and proper introductions, she led me to her car. That was my first time seeing so many Mercedes, BMWs, Volkswagen and a number of Porsche gathered in one place (later I came to know to know that it’s very to get a used Mercedes or BMW for a few thousands Euros. New ones are much expensive but compared to those in Sillypore, it’s peanuts over there). We stopped at a nice big 735 series BMW. I loaded up my luggage and stuffs, and went it the car. The whole interior was vinyl leather furnished, and a fragrant scent of ladies perfume, hehehe…..
After everything is secured and Abby confirmed I’m comfortable with my seat, she drove the car out of the airport and hooked up to the Autobahn (highway). During the journey, she told a lot of stuff about Germany, the people, the places, the company and a bit about herself. She did most of the talking and I did most of the questioning just to keep her going. Did I also mention that she was driving at a speed about 180 km/h? She was driving at the extreme right lane (which is left side to us, cars in Germany drive at the right side of the roads) and still a lot of cars overtook hers. What a crazy country!
I spent some time gauging her while she was driving and talking at the same time. Since it’s impolite to look somewhere else when someone is talking to you, therefore, I shifted myself a bit so that my right shoulder was partially leaning against the door. I was spending time admiring the view, not outside but the inside. A brief description of her; she was wearing a set of navy blue business wear (must expensive because of fabrics and good stitch work). The skirt was covering half of her thighs when standing (I noticed that back in the airport and she stands at a height about 1.72m), and now it was revealing even more when she sat in her driver’s seat. She was wearing a pair of black high heels with no stockings. That was why I can see her fine leg hair. There are some German ladies who don’t shave their legs or armpits. There’s was this time, I saw a lady (in her 30~40’s) who had a pair of legs as hairy as mine. Eeee….yucks, made my hair stand. Anyway, she was a blonde, shoulder length hair, a pair of blue eyes (or is it turquoise? Kinda mixed up liao, you’ll know what I mean later, hehehe……), she has this angelic facial features which seems to mesmerize me. I wouldn’t say she’s beautiful (not even pretty to some of your standards, out there), it’s something that caught my attention. Something like charisma, like x-factor, I don’t really know how to describe but she did get my attention. I don’t know if any of the bros have this feeling, you looked at a gal and she doesn’t look pretty or seductive. But, you just want to look at her as much as you can. That’s the feeling I was having then, I hoped I did not kanna any gong tao. The rest of the descriptions will be later. Catch my drift? Hehehe…..
My Sex Encounters in Germany
Chapter 1 (part 2)
I always find gals sexy and seductive while driving. The way they moved their legs, switching between the brake and accelerator pedals, the way they sah corners, the way they talk while driving. If they were wearing skirts (the more mini the better), it’s even more alluring. It’s the only time they did not and cannot adjust their dressing, like pulling down the skirt to prevent zaogeng, every now and then. My own personal fetish.
We drove pass by this town called Ludwigsburg, it was quite near to the town where my associate’s company is located. Abby told me there is a big celebration coming up that weekend. It was for celebrating the town’s 300th birthday. She also told me it’s going to be a big event there. There will be a big set up stage for the local bands and plenty supply of cheap beer at the weekend. She also told me they seldom have such a big party, it’s like a few years then there will be one. Ho seh liao, I thought to myself, must check out this town over the weekend.
We reached my apartment (I requested an apartment with a kitchen because I wanted do my own cooking. Don’t want to spend too much money on eating out. My colleagues and I agreed on this before we came over, and the company leased a 2 bed room with a common kitchen apartment for us) soon in the next town. It was a serene and scenic town. Due to my associate and her company interests, I prefer not to disclose the name of this town. Since it’s a slow moving and boring town, I shall call it the “NIGHT” (Nothing Is Gonna Happen There) town. Abby helped me to check in to the apartment. After everything is fine and ok, I took over the room and the key. Then Abby took me to a local super mart to pick up some groceries. In Germany, it is much cheaper to do your own cooking then eating out. You’ll save up a lot. After I bought all the things I need, Abby drove me back to my apartment again. After she left, I stripped myself down to my boxers before I hit the sack. I was knocked out within 3 mins.
Next day, I started my first working day at my associate company. There’s nothing much to talk about at work. So, I fast forward to the weekend that I went to this big party in Ludwigsburg. Beezzzz……….
On Friday, Abby arranged to meet and pick me and my colleague up on Saturday at 5 pm. She told us she will bring along a friend of hers so that my colleague will have a dance partner.
I told her, “I can’t dance. I mean I don’t know how to.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll teach you. I will teach you the way we dance here”, she smiled.
“Well, if that’s the case. OK. See you tomorrow. Tschüss”, I said, hesitantly.
“See you. Tschüss”, she said and gave me the cheek goodbye before she left.
Nabeh, I really don’t know how to dance leh. But, since I agreed to her, so no choice, die die also must go liao. Actually, I was thinking of going with my colleague only. But, since she has invited us along, my colleague and I had no choice but to go.
On that day, I put on a casual sweater and a pair of jeans. My ku ku colleague dressed in a formal outfit with a tie. I told him we are just going to a simple dinner and a street party. He said since it was the first time we go out with the ladies (I think he was trying to impress them), we have to dress appropriately. He even suggested I should go and get it changed. Like hell, I do. The ladies arrived at the apartment’s gate just about 5 pm. My colleague and I went out to greet them. Abby introduced us her friend, her name was Daphne. We were doing the cheek greetings after the introductions, but my colleague did only the hand shakes. Daphne looked quite sweet and slightly taller than me. She was 23 and blonde, just like Abby. They went to high school together, so they were long time friends. Abby and Daphne were wearing similar outfit, jeans with clad tees. Both are wearing jackets too. Daphne’s was a sport jacket or wind breaker or something like that, I have forgotten. She was also wearing a pair of Nikes (this I can remember because I always wanted to get that pair for my wife but couldn’t find the right size). Daphne has a nice figure too, but not as good as Abby because there’s a slight trace of tummy. And I find her thighs are a bit thick. Overall, she was still ok and considered slim to German’s standards, I wouldn’t mind bonking her but no such luck. But I did try out her neh neh accidentally with my boobs gauge, without her knowledge. Abby was wearing a blazer with a pair of mid-high heels. Looked quite elegant and yet casual.
So, we went into Abby’s car. I was going to take the back seat with my colleague when Abby told me to go to the front. What the hell? I thought to myself. So, LL, I went in and took the front seat. During the journey to Ludwigsburg, Daphne asked us a lot of question about Sillypore. My colleague answered most of it even part of those questions were directed at me. I was ok with that because my colleague was in his 40s and so naturally I let him took the lead. Abby and I was making small talks in front. I always find her pleasant talking to, maybe it’s because there were not much gals I can talk to in Germany.
It was about 15 mins drive to Ludwigsburg and Abby selected an Italian restaurant at the town market place. We took an outdoor table to enjoy the atmosphere outside. It was about 5.30pm in the evening, the air was cool and breezy. Weather was nice with a clear blue sky. The market place was spacious and empty. You’ll see a few couples taking the evening walks; people walked their dogs and some just on the benches along the side to enjoy the evening sun. The waiter came to take our orders. I can tell you things are not cheap eating out in Germany. A plate of spaghetti can easily cost you 20+ Euros and it barely filled your stomach. Luckily, I ordered a pizza and I never regretted it. It was big and delicious; I couldn’t finish it so I shared it with Abby who ordered some lasagna. She shared her lasagna with me too. After dinner, we had desserts and beverages. It was fun and enjoying experience in such an environment. You definitely can’t get this in Sillypore. Time really passed when you have a good chat, it was almost 8 pm in the evening. Abby asked for the check, and when it came, it was almost billed up to 150 Euros. More than 300 Sillypore dollars! Nabeh, if it was somewhere else, I would said this restaurant “put up the goat’s head and sold the dog meat”. But I still pretend, pretend to take out my wallet; my colleague also act blur and pretend looking at somewhere else. Abby said it’s ok, she will foot the bill. She took out six 50 Euros and a 5 Euros for the bill.
My Sex Encounters in Germany
Chapter 1 (Part 3)
After paying the bill, we took a slow walk to the concert area. It was located at the main street of the town. There are a lot people at the stage area, at least a thousand or two. We joined in the party from the side. People were dancing, the music was loud and noisy, I don’t know the name of the band playing on the stage. And everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. I can say the Germans really know how to party. Abby started dancing in front of me and turned around to pull me along. I was awkward and don’t know how to move to her beat. She took both of my hands and rested it on her waist and then she put her hands on my shoulders.
“Just move your butt. Swing it left and right to the beat. Follow the bass tempo.” She shouted into my ear.
I gave her a nod and started swaying from side to side, imitating her movements. You, people out there, will laugh to death if you see how I moved. I could I felt that I was moving like a robot. Very rigid movements. Hahaha…… I kept my distance from her at this moment. Don’t want to let her know I got a hard on then. Hehehe……..
“You’re doing well”, she shouted again into my ear. I nodded at her again.
I was enjoying my time with her and totally forgotten what my colleague and Daphne were doing then. And I couldn’t care less about them. Here’s a gal you like, dancing away in front of you, I would definitely gives her my 101% attention. There were times when the stage played slow music and she will stand very close to me. Her perfume was just overwhelming. There were a few times, we were almost hugging and I could felt her breasts against my chest. That instantly gave me a hard on. I hoped I did not give her the wrong impression. Time flies when you are enjoying, it was past 10 pm (I think).Even though, it was a cool evening, we were perspired all over very soon because of the heat was building up around us. We were thirsty and went to get some refreshment and rest.
We went to get ourselves some beer at the side stand. There were a lot make shift stalls selling different types of beer, sausages, and some other crackers. Some of the beer was selling just over 1 Euro for half a liter, cheap right? Wait till, you get to their Oktober Fest, I heard you can get a liter for that kind of price. The reason why some beer is that cheap is because they are home brewed. It is not uncommon to find some homes to have their own br$$$$$es and of course, they have to get permits for that. Some taste good, some so-so and some taste like horse piss. Anyway, after getting some beer (my colleague didn’t get any, he got himself a coke which is more expensive than the beer), we went to find a place to sit down. There were no seats around, so we sat down on the sidewalk, leaning against the wall of a gift shop.
My colleague went back half an hour later because he was not used to late night outings and had to go to bed early. Daphne showed my colleague the way to the train station. Abby and I were sitting at the same place, waiting for Daphne to come back. We had some personal chats then. I think we talked about our love life, how we feel about it and something like that.
It took Daphne about 30 mins before she came back. She wanted to get another round of beer. I told her I had enough and she went to get another beer for herself and Abby. I told Abby I’m just a social drinker and only drink when need to. She told me in Germany, it’s hard to find men who don’t drink and they drink more beer and wine than water. This, I have to admit. In Germany, beer and wine is the normal beverages to have during meals.
Daphne was back with 2 beers and handed one over to Abby before joining the crowd and danced. She was really enjoying herself, and Abby and I continued our chats. It was then I came to know that Daphne has just broken up with his boyfriend and Abby was trying to console her in those few days. No wonder, she kept drinking and drinking. So, we just sat there watching her having fun. It was kind of sad to see her drowning her sorrows like that.
It was almost midnight when the fireworks display started. It was not as grand as what we had in the NDP but it was good enough. The fireworks lasted for about 10 mins and party atmosphere was at its highest peak. Daphne had her fun for a while before she came back to us. I can see that she was drunk with those glassy eyes and the way she moved. I told Abby it’s time to bring her back. She told me Daphne lived in another town about half an hour drive from Ludwigsburg. She couldn’t drive Daphne back because she was also a bit tipsy but still sober enough. So, she said her apartment was just across the town and suggested to put Daphne up her place for the night. With me supporting Daphne’s right arm and Abby to her left, we partly carried and partly walked to Abby’s car. There was one portion of the road we had to walk up slope (part of Germany is hilly; therefore, there is no surprise to 45% slope in some towns). We had a difficult time going up the slope with Daphne dragging us down. There was a part where Abby tripped and brought Daphne down with her. My first reaction was stretched out my right arm and grabbed Daphne by the front, hoping it will break her fall. It was then I realized I was grabbing her left breast and my forearm was just underneath her right breast. I wasn’t thinking so much, and finally managed to get her standing. Abby had twisted her right ankle a bit and had some bruises at her hands. She still able to walk by herself but cannot handled Daphne anymore. So, LL, I had to support Daphne all by myself. I asked Abby to help me to put Daphne on my back and piggybacked her for the rest of the way. Daphne’s neh neh were pressing to my back, it was soft and warm. It was my only consolation for all the hard work.
The hard work was a short one, and so was my consolation. Abby’s car was about 100 m away. I put Daphne at the back seat and make sure she was properly rested before getting into the front seat. It was about 5 mins drive to Abby’s apartment. She lived in a two storey detached house; she leased the upper level and shared the kitchen with the landlady living below. Actually, she lived in München (a.k.a Munich) with her family and she moved to this town because of the study (she doing a part course in Stuttgart University) and work location. So, I piggybacked Daphne (by this time , she was comatose) into the house but when I looked at the stairs to the 2nd level, I almost cried. The Germans really know how to build their stairs, steep. I did not have an easy time climbing up but I did manage to get to the top without tumbling down.
My Sex Encounters in Germany
Chapter 1 (Part 4)
Abby showed me to her room and I put Daphne on her bed. Abby took over from there and I have a good look around her room. She had two wardrobes both came with icy colored, misty glass doors (good taste) and a dresser table full of cosmetics that a woman needs to camouflage herself before going out. Her single sized bed and the cover sheet were tastefully color matched to the paint work on the wall. Not much girlie stuff around (actually, I was expecting underwear and bras thrown all over the place). Flooring was furnished by pinewood and lacquer. There was a small stereo system (Marantz, I think) at a corner.
I had to get out of her room because Abby was changing Daphne out of her dirty clothes. Her living room was simple furnished, a TV and stereo system (Marantz, again. Boy, these people are rich) on a knee high glass cabinets with 2 standing speakers at both sides. A CD rack filled with a lot of CDs which I don’t even know who the singers were. She liked slow, blues, and jazz music. There is a two-seater couch with 2 single seats at flank. A coffee table at the center of the living, facing the TV set. The room was filled with warm, comfortable yellow light from the ceiling lights. Kind of gave me an old Swiss cottage feeling.
About 10 mins later, Abby came out of her room.
“How’s Daphne?” I asked her.
“She’s ok. Mumbled something while I was changing her, she’s pretty wasted”, she said.
“That bad, huh? Guess she’s really sad about the breakup”, I said.
“Yeah, she really liked her boyfriend. Too bad, things turned out the way, they are” she said.
“I think I got to go. If it’s ok for you to tell me where train station is, I’ll…..”, I did not finished my sentence when she cut me off.
“Why not you stay over for the night?” she said.
I was still pondering when she said again, “There’s no more train services in these late hours and I’ll feel better if you can stay over tonight.”
In my heart, I was thinking, ho seh liao, got happening liao.
“Well, I don’t think I have much choice then. Hope I’m not bothering you tonight.” I said.
“No, no, not at all. By the way, are you hungry? She asked me.
Just then, I remembered and my stomach was grumbling. “Yes, I feel a bit hungry but I would prefer to have a shower first.”
“OK, I’ll go make some sandwiches, and see if I can get something for you to change. The bathroom is over there.” She said, pointing to the where the bathroom was.
So, she went to downstairs and I went to the bathroom. Her bathroom was separated from the toilet and there was a bathtub in her bathroom. Wa lau, long time never enjoyed soaking in bath liao. I took all my clothes off double time and filled the tub with hot water. I poured in some shower foam and jumped into the tub. Shiok siah. All you have to do is laid back and allowed the water to carry your weight. The water seems like the caressing of women’s hands. It was soft and unpredictable, especially, the water current passed through your groin area. It is like a woman’s hand tickling on your balls, your shaft and the pubic hair. Of course, you must be imaginative a bit here. The effect is better with a Jacuzzi bath, jet bubbles shooting at your sensitive areas. The feeling is just indescribable. I was in midst of enjoying myself when there was a knock on the door. I went up and took the towel to cover my genital area before opening the door.
“Here’s something for you to wear. The sandwiches and coffee are on the table. Get them yourself. I’ll go get changed”, she said.
“Ok, will do”, I replied and took the clothes over before closing the door.
I quickly rushed through my bath and put on the T-shirt and a pair of shorts (without any boxers) that she borrowed from the landlady. There were no signs of Abby in the living room, so I guessed she was changing in her room. I sat down on the sofa and took a bite on one of the sandwiches I picked up. It was then I noticed the room door was ajar when I was switching on the TV. I had a direct view of Abby changing. She was in the process of taking off her panties. She had a pair of blossoms which will do most the women proud. It must be a D cup, at least. And her pubic hair was visible from the side view. She did not shave like most of the ang moh gals. And I’m glad she never did because I like it natural. After she removed her panties, she opened the wardrobe to look for her night clothes. I was trying to get a better view by moving forward when I hit my head on the TV screen. It made an audible sound. I was afraid she heard the sound, so I double stepped back to the sofa.
I couldn’t concentrate on what was showing on the TV, my mind was filled with images of Abby’s nude body. Her voluptuous breasts, her seductive legs, her natural pubic hair and her smooth curvy body, these images were running wild in my mind. And thinking back of all these, still gives me a hard on. I was in the midst of my wet dream when I heard Abby called me. She had a towel wrapped across her body. Wa lau, what a view! My nose was almost bleeding. I was resting my forearm on legs so that the my hands were blocking the protruding portion of my shorts (I was not wearing any underwear then). I was trying to shift my view else but I couldn’t. Her body was simply irresistible. Her legs were smooth (a bit of fine hair) and fair. And the towel couldn’t cover all of her breasts and it was showing enough for me to go crazy. I could feel it was getting hot at my groin area. I was adjusting my when she had her attention else where and I tried not to make it obvious. She just trying to make sure everything is ok before she went for a bath. I assure her everything was fine and she proceeded to the bathroom. I was praying that the towel dropped down or she bent down to pick something up. But no such luck.
I opened up my shorts and tried to blow some air into it to cool down. Nabeh, over here I cannot do anything, no PCC, no nothing. At least, back in my apartment, I can DIY myself and now I had a hard time. Worse still, the TV was showing all those erotic movies.
It took Abby about 15 mins to finish her bath. I was expecting her to be in her towel again when she came out but she was wearing this satin night gown (I think it was peach in color) with spaghetti straps. The gown was just barely covered her sensitive areas below and revealing most of her beautiful legs. She was not wearing any bra because her perky nipples were announcing the absence of it. The night gown was covering most of her breasts but the deep V-shaped cutting in front was revealing the cleavage. She went in to check on Daphne and make sure everything was ok. She did not put a robe when she came out. And she went over to the heater to increase the temperature (it was about 12ºc outside) before she came over and took a seat besides me. She was cutting in front of me between me and the coffee table. I can smell the fragrance of the after shower perfume. Very seductive. I wondered why she took the seat besides me instead of the 2 single seats.
I tried not to glance at her but it was a difficult task to accomplish. Especially, when she crossed her legs, the night gown was revealing almost half of the butt from the side. I tried not to shift too much from my side but could barely accomplish it. And I think she knew because she was always smiling at me whenever I was trying to move a bit. It was then she asked me if I wanted to watch the erotic channels (I have changed the erotic channel, which I was watching previously, to CNBC channel before she came out from her bath). I was trying act normal and said I’m ok with it. 15 mins into the movies and a beautiful sexy lady sitting besides me, I cannot tahan already. I gave an excuse and went to the toilet to DIY. I was HJing myself while thinking for Abby and her nude body. I think I cum less than 10 mins, it was so shiok that I think I haven’t one for quite sometimes (You see, I don’t really PCC much because there are always ladies around to help me when I’m in need here. But in Germany, my wife and ladies were not there, and the prices of getting a prostitute there, are just way too expensive. So, LL, what to do? PCC loh).