File 7: Days with Sunshine Part 2
I had been trying out the SBF FL Domes for awhile now. Enough to know what each dome was for although they were only ordered by numbers. Amusingly, SBF revamped their system to make things clearer and give their domes a little caption for marketing flavor right about the time I started ‘The Sex Files’.
I surfed the forums for information, reading through various pages of advertised FLs. Most of them only had body shots and mostly faces that were blurred using a photoshop tool. In fact, I began to suspect that some of them were indeed the celebrities I suspected like Ruby Liu, and those sexy bodies from FL Dome 1 must have belonged to some celebs from Thailand I knew nothing about.
I tried them one by one, blacklisting the nicks that did put up fake pictures. After awhile, I got smarter. I watched for FRs from Samsters on a thread. If there were none, it was probably bad, and the Samsters tried it and were now silent from fear of being zapped. When there were FRs, I did background checks on the Samsters. How senior were they? Was it a new moderated account? Did they only do nothing but write FRs and not visit other parts of the forums?
I asked myself these questions like a police inspector at the scene of the crime scene from CSI. Finally, I found a possible good one: toyfriends.org. It seemed a few people were giving good reviews, and I checked that they were normal people that posted in story sections and ‘The Looking for Sex’ forum. You guys know which one
Sadly, I didn’t really find manage to find a Fuck Buddy. But I did get ‘chaked’ by the CSI team on the ‘Looking for Sex Forum’ abit less for putting in effort to my long post. I did meet up with one of the Samstresses, but she was just not my type and so we just watched a movie and I went my way after.
Back to toyfriends. I decided to check out their site. After looking at the site, I decided that it was believable. The girls weren’t over the top, but they were decent looking, even with their non-perfect bodies, but that was probably closer to the truth than all the nice photoshopping I’ve been seeing so far.
One girl in particular caught my eye. She had the same short hair as Amy, and that same face and build, the typical ruler, but with a nice butt, but she had Jean’s sparkling eyes. The best part was that in the photo, she looked white, making her look like an chinese. She really reminded me of a Clarence’s sister.
“How much?” was my next thought as I scrolled past the good FRs and began looking for an OKT bump again
100/45/1 (quickie) which meant 100 dollars for 45 minutes or 1 shot whichever came first.
140/90/2….
Overnight – 350/480/3
Hmmm… steep rates, considering the market rate of GL for thais or even PRCs
What the heck, well 100 dollars for quickie is just abit more than 80 for 45 minutes… and how often did u get to bonk a friend’s sister or a look-a-like?
I called the OKT to book an appointment at a certain time. Apparently, She was popular. Fully booked. I had to take a queue number and wait for 6 hours
“Can I recommend you one of my other gals?”
“No! I want her!” I sulked a little bit like a spoiled child “When is she free?”
“An 8pm slot is available. Do you want that?”
“Ok…”
“I’ll send you the details…”
Funny how I manage to find look-a-likes all the time. First Joanne… then Amy… and even flowbow. I can pass you the contact for the last one via PM if you are interested and feeling shy to ask
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I went to the place and I was looking around and feeling nervous.
Suddenly I felt a light tap on my back and a girlish “hey!”
I turned around…
Ooo La La …
To continued…
File 7 : Days with Sunshine Part 3
I had been prepared for the worst. I was thinking maybe another old lady that was in her 30s would be coming to pick me up or something.
This was way better than I expected.
She had a set of sparkling eyes that radiated a sense of mischief and fun. She wore a yellow tank top and white skirt pants. I remembered seeing Amy wear those once when she was at home. She grinned at me happily while I stared at her as she tilted her body to the side like a cute school girl. She was close to the picture, except for the fact that she was tanned.
Actually, that was in a sense, an advantage.
“Did I startle you?” Sunshine asked as she smiled at me with her teeth full of bracers. Her imperfection was extremely adorable in an unusual way I could not explain.
“No … not at all,” I replied as I looked down at this extremely cute girl that seemed full of cheerfulness and youthful energy.
She held on to my hand as she led me up to her apartment
“Why you so shocked? Picture different?”
“Ya… You’re a little blacker than the actual photo… burnt because of Sun,” I teased as that earned me a naughty punch to my tummy as Sunshine made a little pout. “Nah… you look great. Joking only”
We enter her apartment into her bedroom. It was dimly lit by a solitary tall silver lamp with an V shaped lamp cover, giving the bedroom a comfortable orange glow. The wooden bed itself had had a quilt comforter that was a nice mix of colors and rectangular shapes. I took off my clothes as sunshine led me to the shower. A small TV was on, and she was actually watching the Olympic games opening ceremony. Gives me the impression she’s smart and not just a bimbo like other FLs.
I felt the water run from the shower as she left shortly to return with some facial cleanser. I felt her soft warm hands, move gently on my face as she rubbed the cleanser over it.
“Normally, don’t wash face one,” I said
“Aiyoh, you never take care! Your face so many pimples!” She nagged as she adjusted the shower spray to a gentler flow before she washed the cleanser off.
Wow, even the water spraying out from the shower head was just right. Normally I felt that resistance and depression on my face as the water hit it because I didn’t bother with adjustments, but now, all I was feeling was something like a warm silk cloth that was gliding down without much effort
I felt her hands gently go from my neck up as she slowly shampooed my hair and cleaned me with great care. To this day, I never found a WL/FL that cleaned the way she did.
“How long have you been working here?”
“Two weeks,” she replied as she slowly massaged my chest with body foam “You how old?”
“Twenty six, you?”
“Twenty three? Where you from?”
Same age as Amy…
“I from Singapore…”
“You not from Malaysia? You look like you from there”
“No… I from Singapore. You got a brother?”
“I’m only child… Your job?”
“I build websites…” I replied simply “Computer stuff… ”
“Ok done,” She said as she had thoroughly cleaned and rinsed me “Go outside”
I was starting to wonder what the gals did in there for preparation. It always made me curious. Were they getting it on so they were abit wet first? Were they cleaning themselves now cause they didn’t want us to touch them in the shower? I’m still guessing to this day.
I’m laying on the bed and watching abit of the Olympic Games opening ceremony and Sunshine walks out of the shower she slowly goes to dim the lamp even further before she does a slow sexy walk towards the bed as she climbs on and she leans her body over on top of me before gazing straight into my eyes.
The playfulness in her eyes were now gone, replaced by a sexy seductive look.
“How long have you waited for me?” She asks in a soft voice as she gave me a soft kiss and looks at me with her nose on mine.
“About 6 hours…” I replied as I put my hand on her shoulder “Long queue…”
“Why didn’t you change to another girl?” She continues asking as she strokes my hair gently with one hand
“I thought you were really cute when I saw your photo,” I replied honestly “And so I told the OKT ‘No change. I only want Sunshine. I wait’ ”
“I’ll make sure have a good time,” She replies as she leans back and she licks my nipple gently before I feel her soft warm a-cup breasts pressing against my tummy. Her skillful hands go down slowly to my now erect dick as she lightly runs her fingers through it slowly upwards, then downwards as she massages my ballsack.
She leans forward again for a kiss. As I return it gently, slowly, and sensually and our lips press together as my hands move and squeeze those cute little squishy but firm boobs. It was a very warm soft sensation as I rubbed and touch them.
So au naturel…
I really liked the feeling of those breasts in my hand, though they were small compared to some other FL’s I had been to, but it felt good to actually fondle it. She kissed my neck as I my hands now moved to touching her bare back and skin. It was very surprising, the skin of most thais was very firm, the sort that you could tell went through some aerobics. Hers was like a child’s
Mmmm… it’s good..
Not my weakspot! Not there!
She slid down and began licking and kissing the sides of my waist. It was so sensitive, pleasurable and ticklish as I wriggle and let out a few giggles. She laughs too as she goes down on me and begins to take my dick in her mouth.
The suction is really good, as my dick was sitting happily by her small mouth and all the blood was rushing there as she massaged my balls with her hand. It looked like she was having trouble as she took it out and stared in shock at it for awhile.
“So big!”
She began continued sucking for awhile, but nope… it was good but I was not coming. She looked abit sad, kinda as though she didn’t really want to service such a huge dick.
She put the condom on and squeezed a large liberal amount of KY-Jelly onto it.
“Try to go on top?”
She obliged trying a little before she let out a loud groan of pain.
God damn! It felt good!
She slid off again and said she couldn’t. After all my encounters with FL/WL, all I could say was that having a big dick is overrated.
Had no choice but to go missionary again.
“Slowly…” she pleads looking at me
“Alright,” I promise, as I slowly slide the dick in,
“Ahhh…” She moans as I stop before she nods to give the go ahead. I do it slowly, and gently, not putting the entire shaft in but only a portion as I move in and out, but the sensation is still good and after about a minute of thrusting, I was about to come
“We switch doggy?”
“Ok…”
When she leans back and I look at her ass and legs from behind, in my mind’s eye I could see from Amy when she was sixteen. I slip it in and begin pumping her tight pussy as the sound of ‘piak piak piak’ was heard as I stroke her naked back from behind and I thrust as thrust imagining Amy speaking in her rough boorish voice as I was drilling her tight pussy good
“Jay You horny boy! I always knew you wanted me bad! Fuck me! ”
I imagined the expression on her face as she opened her mouth and my big tool went in and out. I was letting out animal moans, like I was overtaken by the heat and lust of drilling my friend’s teenage sister
“Oooohhh…. Ooohhh…. Oooooh!” I come and I think I let out about 5 shots of sperm from how horny I was.
I pull out, still sweating as she disposes of the condom and we cuddle together on the bed and watch the games.
“Turn around”
She gives me an arm massage slowly as she sits on top of me. The massage is hard and firm, unlike her usual gentle nature, but as usual, surprisingly it is just right.
We are done and I shower and leave as she opens the door and waved goodbye.
I was really happy with Sunshine’s service. I really wanted to RTF her actually, but there was a voice of reason in my head that warned me.
Beware of being KC’ed…
And she was expensive too, for a thai gal with her looks. Looking back, I should have just stopped looking for other cheaper FL for awhile and just RTF her for abit, because I think it actually amounted to about the same amount, but with much worse service and satisfaction.
But that’s me talking with hindsight, and honestly, talking with hindsight was bullshit, since no one could tell the future.
I did manage to RTF her one more time, and I’ll talk about that in my next update.
To be continued…
I have some personal issues to see to today. So it’s likely there will be no update today. Enjoy the other stories on the forums and I’ll see you guys again soon. ^_^
File 7 : Days with Sunshine Part 4
So I was wondering through the world of Freelancers on the forums, at the same time, I had also been going for interviews.
“Is that why you’re hiring me? To maintain an old project you have sold to a client?”
Another one of those shit places the developers had left from because they wrote crap code after it was being forced out of them after endless nights of overtime with crap pay. Of course, they quit, and now, the client was blasting them and they needed someone to clean that mess…
Alarm bells were going off in my head. The answer is no if they offered, unless the pay was high.
One of the interviewers was a wily old fox. He had the appearance of a man that was sleepy, worn and tired, but he was acutely aware of what was happening.
“I heard XXX is in a terrible state after their deal with YYY. I heard the project went horribly wrong,” he said
“I was in charge of rewriting the optimization to their code. How did you know about this?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow “XXX normally has good public relations and marketing tricks”
“It’s our job to know all these things… we’ve been around for 10 years…”
As I left the place, I saw a sweet young thing dressed in a grey cardigan and pencil skirt with a white top seated outside waiting for her turn. This malay girl was about 1.6m was at most 19. She was holding her portfolio to her ample bosoms as her crossed tanned legs looked so enticing,. Her long brown hair was tied into an elegant bun as several strips flared out a little like a peacock.
I knew I would not be called back in that moment. Hehe… I’ll leave you to think about what could be happening at the conference table I sat at after I went off.
Finally there was a third interview. This one was open, and I was able to pour out a portion of my soul while the interview was conducted.
“What do you see yourself in 5 years?”
“I honestly don’t know,” I replied frankly “This sort of talk is for marketing people and business people to talk about numbers and company growth. I only know that I’ve a passion for writing code, and it’s something that I would not mind doing my whole life. I’d see myself in two or three years perhaps as a technical lead to a small team of two or three people. I hope to coach them to be like me, and if they’d listen, I want to teach them good values about programming, like writing reusable code, good design practices… this sorta stuff. But hardly anyone listens these days.”
I got a smile from my interviewer. It was as though he found my honesty a refreshing change.
“I’m interested in knowing more about you despite your job history… tell me more about yourself.”
It seemed it was going well. I shook his hand, and I left. He sent me some technical documents, and it seemed I had impressed their tech lead with the review as well. A second interview would be arranged in a few days.
Woo hoo!
But on that day in the morning… I was feeling nervous before the interview. Sometimes the shit that went on was real crap. All the questions, and their conjectures and groundless accusations, I felt like I was going to a battlefield.
I thought… maybe… well…
maybe
… meeting Sunshine might help me take the edge off before I went for it. I called the OKT to make a booking for that morning.
To be continued…
Days with Sunshine Part 5
“You again?” Sunshine asks as she smiles at me when she arrives at our meeting point
“You remember me?” I said in surprise. It had been roughly about a month since I came back.
“Of course I do!” She replied as she leads me up to her apartment.
As she showers me once more with that same gentle care she did, I noticed a tattoo on her back. It was a strange symbol, somewhat like a treble cleft in music, but it wasn’t.
That tattoo looked awfully familiar…
It was that day… that day on the street.
“Hey Ash, let’s not go to the fish tank today, that freelance is kinda cute,” I said “I’m wanna take a look…”
“This is Sunshine,” the OKT replies before introducing her as she waves at me with a meek bow. And Ash tooked the other Russian chick with purple hair.
We proceed to a nearby hotel as she begins to shower me, I particularly remember this because of the facial scrub she uses on my face.
“Your English is good,” I mention in surprise as she talked to the Russian gal, which to my surprise, exploded into perfect American English, slang included.
“No… my boyfriend no like… he say I sound no nice…”
“I can understand you fine!” I reply
“You don’t shy… I take care you good”
She does a blowjob on me before a phone call rings
“Police?”
She suddenly says sorry as she runs off, Ash is dressed perfectly and out already.
“Wah brother? Today you come so fast ar?”
“Got police lah!”
“What we do?”
“Just go!” The Russian girl shouted angrily at the two of us idiots as we went off, and the crowded street that were once full of men and hookers was now totally empty, with not a soul in sight.
I was shocked as that memory came to my mind as she touched my face.
Did she already remember me from then?
“After today, I’m going to a new place,” Sunshine says happily.
“Oh really?” I asked curiously “Where’s this new place?”
She shakes her head refusing to answer
“Can I still visit you there?”
She shakes her head again
“Can I book you from the OKT again?”
She shakes her head
“Wah, you really don’t like me so much ar?”
“No,” she says as she smiles before she asks me to go out and she walks out of her room too to change to a see through leather gown and some racy red lingerie. She comes in with some baby oil as she crawls on top of the bed. She kneels in front of me and then she begins to massage my dick with her hands in a slow sensual handjob.
Yet I see from her face that she’s rather distracted
“You look nice in what you’re wearing”
She gives me a weak smile before continuing. Soon I’m hard, she moves to dry out the oil with a towel before laying down.
“Fuck me,”
And I do… in missionary and doggy and I come and I lay beside her.
“You really can’t tell me where you are going?”
She nods her head.
“Alright, I’m just abit sad, I don’t think I can find another girl like you that will treat me this good.”
Suddenly, Sunshine’s smile breaks and she just hugs me while she cries in tears.
“Today I going back Thailand!” Sunshine says “I just want rest today! OKT say cannot! I sorry never take care you good!”
She bursts into sobs as she lays on my shoulder
“It’s alright… It’s alright…” I said trying to console her “It will all be over soon. After you go back Thailand, what you want do?”
“I start clothes business,” she replies
“Buy them from Cha-tu-chat?”
“Clothes there cheap, here make a lot of money, can buy alot”
If I were the son of a CEO of a big corporation in a Korean drama I’d buy her for the whole day. We’d go for lunch, after that a movie, we’d go to Escape Theme Park, we’d go all around Singapore to have fun before her night flight back. I’d make sure she was smiling like she was when I first met her on her flight back.
But I was not.
I was just a jobless part time student, with a small education fund that I was now spending on whoring. I was struggling to survive from a burn out, to complete my part-time university degree, and soon I’d have to assume the role of the man of the house once my dad retired from his work.
All I could do was hold her hand and stroke her hair, and cuddle her gently for the rest of my time with her while she cried, and slowly calmed down. By the time I was leaving, Sunshine seemed in a better state as she went to wash up.
When a fellow FL came to deliver her lunch, she had once more become her cheerful self as I left.
I went home, slightly sad and feeling helpless, but I could not let this affect me. I showered, and scrubbed myself of the sweat as I dried myself and the scent of the shower foam filled the room. I began to suit up as I wore my G2000 long sleeved shirt and pants, completing the look with a belt.
I went and looked at myself in the mirror and checked myself one final time and brushed off any dust on my shirt, adjusted the collar that was slightly out of alignment, and adjusted my slightly over-tucked in shirt.
“Suited up and ready to go… Go get them Jay!”
The interview went OK. The female technical lead was a slightly cautious woman, as she asked me some hard questions, but I also asked unusual questions back on the software they use which indicate I am a thinker and know my stuff. Slowly her tough cookie exterior crumbles as we begin to talk about my personal life again
“Aren’t the games you play a little outdated by now?”
“Well, I never really thought I would quit gaming awhile back. There were lots of reasons why I should have, and I always felt guilty but never got down to it. Then one day after going thru a shit day at work and I go home and think… I need to de-stress and open up my laptop and the whole day just comes back at me in that 5 minutes and I just fold it up and watch TV.”
“Reminds you of work huh,” she laughs as I watch her smile and leans towards me, with her bob styled haircut,blue women’s shirt and jeans “You tell me you don’t consider yourself to be an expert in what you do, Do you hope to become one someday?”
I could tell she liked me. The thought of bonking her crosses my mind, but I’m like ‘Nah, she isn’t my type, I’d never think of sleeping with her’.
All I could say about the last statement was …
Never Say Never.
The End
Author’s final notes
- The Sex Files was actually planned as a private blog to blog about my escapades as a form of writing. But right at the time where I was planning it, various bloggers like Alvin Tan were being (s)exposed. It was actually meant to be included in a complete book about my life called ‘Chrysalis’.
However, I never did get down to writing it. I simply could not control the various intense emotions I was re-living from spiraling out of control and affecting my writing or ability to write.
That was what made me decide to release it as an independent blog/series with just ‘wham bam thank you maam’. There was less material and emotions to deal with, although there were several points when my emotional equilibrium was upset because I was writing this
- Re-imagining the fantasy with Jade in my head actually got me so horny I had to stop and go for a mighty release on my bed before I resumed my writing. Let’s just say it was revenge sex and angry sex. So I hope it was as good for you as it was for me ^.^
- The Joanne Arc actually had a lot more to it than what I said
There was the point where we were out with colleagues, and I got high and drunk and so did she and I was flirting with her with my eyes. She gave me a chance and sat next to me during a movie. However, I was too shy to make the move to talk to her in front of everyone of my colleagues. Remember, Single clueless guy that never dated XD
There was the umbrella scene where we were going home and we just talked
There was a point where things were looking up and she realised she was wrong about me.
Unfortunately, if I did them all, some of the Samsters would be sad that I didn’t end up with Joanne, and some would be screaming “WHERE’S MY SEX!!!!!” from this extremely long drawn arc, so I had to cut it in the end cause I realized it was a problem. >.<"
- I’ve actually told the stories that didn’t quite make it in the form of an online Skype chat with various friends, and they loved it because of how amusing it was, but try as I might, I couldn’t actually write them into forms that were entertaining and sexy for the readers. And BTW, the cleaner thing really did happen. All I could say is that it was a small world in tiny Singapore.
- Sunshine’s arc was supposed to be about how an FL did not lie to me. Because on that very same day, the OKT actually took her photos down and moved her FRs to archives, but plans change and I decided to conclude the files abit early
- The files were supposed to extend beyond this to the point where toyfriends went off the grid, my gems disappearing, my return to number 9, and my search for new gems and my life at my workplace.
The problem was material.
I couldn’t quite find enough good interesting encounters that were sexy to make a good read, I also felt that by this time, the story would get draggy and a little boring, so I decided to make a cut and conclusion early.
Perhaps I might release another continuation of what is happening after I enter my new workplace, but that’s for another time. I can’t always just write about commercial sex can I?
This is SammyNewbie, signing off, and hoping that you enjoyed this set of short stories as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Thanks for all your support.
I’m thinking about doing it… but quite a number of things are happening in my life now. My emotional state at this point is rather unstable.
If I pick up the pen again, I might literally go insane.
Anyhow, perhaps writing a continuation will give me some happiness too so I *might* do it.
I’m quite touched that people still look at this thread and remember me. OKT and FL also reply so fast … Must be hoping to be in my sequel
Going to sleep first. 2x is too much bonking for one day and giving me a headache. Getting older XD.