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Originally Posted by
fwchong
here is the link for menplus…
https://sbf.net.nz/showthread.php?t=654061
Oh this one…
Thanks for the recommendation bro.
But I don’t think it can add 1-2 inches right?
I’ll just have to be happy with what I have for now, failing which, I’ll give these pills a try.
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Originally Posted by
EnigmaofSorrow
Don’t sell yourself short bro. That’s all I can say.
The way you phrased it sounds like you’re poking fun at me. Lol.
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Originally Posted by
Stanleestanlee
Look that feeling too especially in the morning
I cannot. If it’s the first thing in the morning I won’t want to do any work.
Last thing before bed I don’t mind. But of course, need to see her mood.
By our estimates, Darren and Alicia had probably fucked 4 times in an hour, going the how fast he usually came, how fast he recovered, and of course, the stoppages in Alicia’s moaning.
On the other hand, Jasmine took her time with me, going slowly, and enjoying the whole process. While I wasn’t fully hard, which might indicate a recurring problem, and one that I had before, I was hard enough for penetration. Besides, Jasmine’s moans seemed more genuine, compared to the animalistic grunts coming from the next room.
Luckily for me, Jasmine loved to be on top, or penetrated from the side while we were both lying down, so I didn’t really need to use much effort to pleasure her properly. But from the side was when I really wished I had extra inches just to be able to go deeper, to let her feel more of me. Perhaps being thicker wouldn’t hurt either, and I was somewhat cursing not having any European blood in my lineage.
We only switched to me being on top when she got tired, and wanted me to cum. Maybe age was catching up, or maybe she had already drained me in the morning, but no matter how hard and fast I went, I couldn’t get the feeling to cum. Even as I slowed down, and she started squeezing me, the sensations were not that intense to bring me to orgasm. It wasn’t really a bad thing, as I could probably fuck for hours if my stamina allowed me to.
I was still inside her, sweat already dripping down my entire body despite the Aircon being on, when we heard the shower running, more moaning, then the main door opening and closing.
Sure enough, Jasmine’s bedroom door opened again.
A: You’re still not done? I’m hungry.
I wondered if this was going to be a common occurrence. Being interrupted by Alicia while we were having sex. But Jasmine seemed entirely fine with it.
J: He’s probably getting old. And fat.
Me: Funny.
Alicia sat on the foldable chair watching us.
Me: Could you not?
A: Oh. I thought maybe the excitement of being watched might help you to cum faster.
Me: That doesn’t really work for me.
Suddenly out of nowhere, she came over and rubbed my nipple. I almost jumped off the bed.
Me: Hey!
A: That isn’t helping either?
Me: No.
A: But I’m really hungry.
Me: Why can’t you go eat yourself?
A: I’m lonely? And bored? Felicia is working late today.
Me: Fine.
I quickened my pace and bang Jasmine harder, causing her to moan slightly louder. Suddenly Alicia bent down and kissed her, while groping her breasts.
Me: You’re distracting me.
A: Fine. I’ll wait outside.
She left the room.
Me: Why’s she so weird now?
J: She’s always been weird. I’m sure you know that.
Me: But this is… weirder?
J: Maybe she’s jealous. She really misses the comfort you gave her.
Me: Right. I won’t do that now. I’m yours.
J: How sweet. Anyway, don’t force yourself to cum. I’m getting dry.
Me: Yeah I can feel it.
J: Let’s just go shower ok?
Me: Ok.
We showered, got dressed, then headed to the nearby shopping centre. Alicia wanted to have fried chicken so we did. After that, we walked around the supermarket to stock up on food and drinks. If Alicia was slightly younger, we would have looked like a couple bringing their teenage daughter out grocery shopping.
After dinner, I was preparing to head home when Jasmine asked me to stay over again. I couldn’t say no.
We watched TV and ate more Ben & Jerry’s again, before heading to bed around 11pm.
Just before we fell asleep, Jasmine took me in her mouth again.
J: I’m going to make you cum ok? Don’t fight it.
Maybe it was the pent up sexual frustrations of the day, or maybe my body decided it was time to cum, but barely five minutes of sucking my not fully hard cock, I came in her mouth. She didn’t stop there, milking me till the very last drop before swallowing, then kissing me. I probably should smoke less, eat more fruits and vegetables and drink more water.
But at least I would have a good night’s sleep.
After Monday night’s exertions, although I really didn’t do much except lie there and cum in her mouth, we actually slept all the way till the next morning and were almost late for the morning meeting.
It probably shouldn’t be unexpected that we spent almost the entire Tuesday in bed after morning meeting. Perhaps in a way Jasmine was indulging my desire to be closer to her physically, but without the sex. But I could feel she was also trying to make me horny almost all the time. It wasn’t as though I didn’t want to have sex with her, but like as I mentioned before, I really didn’t want the entire relationship to be based on sex.
Rather surprisingly, Darren came over to fuck Alicia again just before dinner. Sometimes I wondered if he was really married with kids. He had come over twice in two days, and judging by what Alicia had told me previously, he had been coming over pretty regularly, not just for her, but for Felicia as well, and that one time that I had the displeasure of experiencing, with Jasmine.
Perhaps he was just doing his civic duty to ensure his neighbours were well taken care of.
We ordered in some zhi char for dinner as nobody felt like going out, especially Alicia, who looked a little stoned after her session with Darren. I heard before that sex was good for stress relief, but wondered what about those stressed people who didn’t have partners? Did masturbation work the same way? And if Jasmine kept wanting to have sex, was it because she was stressed over something?
After dinner we went into our usual routine of TV and ice cream. I wondered how many more days of this I could take. As a close to 40s guy, with little to no exercise except for occasional cycling, I probably should look into getting a health check soon. My blood sugar and cholesterol levels must be off the charts by now. Or perhaps I could have more sexercise.
After showering together and getting into bed, I wondered if Jasmine was going to suck me dry again, but instead, she was playing some game on her iPad. Sounded like candy crush.
This time I decided to take the initiative and started caressing her body from behind as she played her game. Somehow, her game was more interesting to her.
I slid off her shorts and went down on her, taking in the scent of her fresh pussy. The first lick did nothing to her. I spread her lips and tongued her. Still nothing. I lifted the clitoral hood and sucked lightly.
J: Oh my god. I’m trying to play a game here!
But she didn’t push me away. Maybe I wasn’t doing it correctly.
I tried again, doing everything I just did. Jasmine’s non reactive state was a little concerning, but when I slid a finger in, it was fucking wet. Her body was definitely reacting to me. Was she just screwing around with me?
After what seemed like half an hour of pleasuring her with my mouth, she finally put her iPad down.
J: Having fun down there?
Me: Of course. Are you enjoying it?
J: What do you think?
Me: I can’t tell, you’re playing your game.
J: Yeah, I was waiting for you to grab me and fuck me hard. But you didn’t, so I just continued playing.
Me: Oh.
She pulled me up and kissed me, tasting her own juices.
My auto erection brushed against her.
J: Wow. I didn’t do anything and you got hard. And the whole day when I was teasing you, you weren’t even this hard.
Me: I want to fuck you.
J: What are you waiting for?
I pushed against her and I slid in effortlessly. She bit her lip and moaned.
J: Fuck me hard.
I pumped her as hard as I could, our pelvic bones clashing with each stroke. Thankfully I had an airbag to cushion some of the impact. She dug her nails into my back as I pounded her.
J: Faster.
I really didn’t want to. I might cum too fast. If she wanted to continue after that, I doubt I could recover fast enough. After all, I wasn’t Darren.
J: Cum inside me.
I felt her squeezing me on each stroke. It was like our bodies were somehow in sync. I couldn’t even hold it in and released my seed deep into her. I felt myself deflating.
J: Don’t stop.
Despite my rapidly softening dick, and how sensitive it was after cumming, I continued thrusting as hard as I could, and she continued squeezing. A couple of minutes later, I felt a little lightheaded. I felt another two spurts down below. It was like my life force had been drained by her pussy.
J: Don’t stop.
Me: I can’t. I came twice.
J: Trust me. Just keep going.
I tried my best, but my dick slipped out, spent. I quickly cupped my hand at her pussy to catch the semen that I assume was going to flow out.
Me: Tissue? Or we have to wash the sheets again.
J: Clean me with your mouth.
She had never requested that before, but I did it anyway. Strangely, nothing much had flowed out yet as I went down on her again.
Her pussy was warm, and slightly creamy, even though I knew it was my cum that contributed to it. As I licked her clean, the only thought running through my mind was that, yeah, I really needed to change my diet.
I had no issues with bitter foods though, except maybe Chinese medicine, but the thought of her having tasted me like this, and swallowing, I kind of felt bad. I was sure she would enjoy it more if I tasted better.
I moved up to kiss her.
J: Hey, guess what, you’re hard again.
I got to admit, I was a little surprised. I wasn’t fully hard, but hard enough for penetration.
She flipped me over, and got on top, grabbing my pole and rubbing it on her. She slid it in deep and ground her pussy against me.
My recovery seemed to be similar to Darren’s now. But I couldn’t get as hard as he did. Was this his trick? To just continue immediately after cumming? I really wanted to find out. It seemed to work for me this time around.
After riding herself to orgasm, Jasmine got off.
J: Is there anything left?
Me: Don’t think so.
J: Shall we shower then?
Me: Ok.
We fondled each other under the running water and amazingly, I got hard enough to penetrate her again. By now, both our legs were trembling and felt like jelly so we decided to stop.
We finished showering and got into bed.
J: I really enjoyed it.
Me: Me too.
J: Let’s do it every night if possible.
Me: Sure.
J: That means you have to stay over.
Me: You sure you want that?
J: I’m sure we can work something out.
Me: Ok.
I kissed her good night and spooned her from behind.
We were probably going to be zombies the next morning.
After Monday night’s exertions, although I really didn’t do much except lie there and cum in her mouth, we actually slept all the way till the next morning and were almost late for the morning meeting.
It probably shouldn’t be unexpected that we spent almost the entire Tuesday in bed after morning meeting. Perhaps in a way Jasmine was indulging my desire to be closer to her physically, but without the sex. But I could feel she was also trying to make me horny almost all the time. It wasn’t as though I didn’t want to have sex with her, but like as I mentioned before, I really didn’t want the entire relationship to be based on sex.
Rather surprisingly, Darren came over to fuck Alicia again just before dinner. Sometimes I wondered if he was really married with kids. He had come over twice in two days, and judging by what Alicia had told me previously, he had been coming over pretty regularly, not just for her, but for Felicia as well, and that one time that I had the displeasure of experiencing, with Jasmine.
Perhaps he was just doing his civic duty to ensure his neighbours were well taken care of.
We ordered in some zhi char for dinner as nobody felt like going out, especially Alicia, who looked a little stoned after her session with Darren. I heard before that sex was good for stress relief, but wondered what about those stressed people who didn’t have partners? Did masturbation work the same way? And if Jasmine kept wanting to have sex, was it because she was stressed over something?
After dinner we went into our usual routine of TV and ice cream. I wondered how many more days of this I could take. As a close to 40s guy, with little to no exercise except for occasional cycling, I probably should look into getting a health check soon. My blood sugar and cholesterol levels must be off the charts by now. Or perhaps I could have more sexercise.
After showering together and getting into bed, I wondered if Jasmine was going to suck me dry again, but instead, she was playing some game on her iPad. Sounded like candy crush.
This time I decided to take the initiative and started caressing her body from behind as she played her game. Somehow, her game was more interesting to her.
I slid off her shorts and went down on her, taking in the scent of her fresh pussy. The first lick did nothing to her. I spread her lips and tongued her. Still nothing. I lifted the clitoral hood and sucked lightly.
J: Oh my god. I’m trying to play a game here!
But she didn’t push me away. Maybe I wasn’t doing it correctly.
I tried again, doing everything I just did. Jasmine’s non reactive state was a little concerning, but when I slid a finger in, it was fucking wet. Her body was definitely reacting to me. Was she just screwing around with me?
After what seemed like half an hour of pleasuring her with my mouth, she finally put her iPad down.
J: Having fun down there?
Me: Of course. Are you enjoying it?
J: What do you think?
Me: I can’t tell, you’re playing your game.
J: Yeah, I was waiting for you to grab me and fuck me hard. But you didn’t, so I just continued playing.
Me: Oh.
She pulled me up and kissed me, tasting her own juices.
My auto erection brushed against her.
J: Wow. I didn’t do anything and you got hard. And the whole day when I was teasing you, you weren’t even this hard.
Me: I want to fuck you.
J: What are you waiting for?
I pushed against her and I slid in effortlessly. She bit her lip and moaned.
J: Fuck me hard.
I pumped her as hard as I could, our pelvic bones clashing with each stroke. Thankfully I had an airbag to cushion some of the impact. She dug her nails into my back as I pounded her.
J: Faster.
I really didn’t want to. I might cum too fast. If she wanted to continue after that, I doubt I could recover fast enough. After all, I wasn’t Darren.
J: Cum inside me.
I felt her squeezing me on each stroke. It was like our bodies were somehow in sync. I couldn’t even hold it in and released my seed deep into her. I felt myself deflating.
J: Don’t stop.
Despite my rapidly softening dick, and how sensitive it was after cumming, I continued thrusting as hard as I could, and she continued squeezing. A couple of minutes later, I felt a little lightheaded. I felt another two spurts down below. It was like my life force had been drained by her pussy.
J: Don’t stop.
Me: I can’t. I came twice.
J: Trust me. Just keep going.
I tried my best, but my dick slipped out, spent. I quickly cupped my hand at her pussy to catch the semen that I assume was going to flow out.
Me: Tissue? Or we have to wash the sheets again.
J: Clean me with your mouth.
She had never requested that before, but I did it anyway. Strangely, nothing much had flowed out yet as I went down on her again.
Her pussy was warm, and slightly creamy, even though I knew it was my cum that contributed to it. As I licked her clean, the only thought running through my mind was that, yeah, I really needed to change my diet.
I had no issues with bitter foods though, except maybe Chinese medicine, but the thought of her having tasted me like this, and swallowing, I kind of felt bad. I was sure she would enjoy it more if I tasted better.
I moved up to kiss her.
J: Hey, guess what, you’re hard again.
I got to admit, I was a little surprised. I wasn’t fully hard, but hard enough for penetration.
She flipped me over, and got on top, grabbing my pole and rubbing it on her. She slid it in deep and ground her pussy against me.
My recovery seemed to be similar to Darren’s now. But I couldn’t get as hard as he did. Was this his trick? To just continue immediately after cumming? I really wanted to find out. It seemed to work for me this time around.
After riding herself to orgasm, Jasmine got off.
J: Is there anything left?
Me: Don’t think so.
J: Shall we shower then?
Me: Ok.
We fondled each other under the running water and amazingly, I got hard enough to penetrate her again. By now, both our legs were trembling and felt like jelly so we decided to stop.
We finished showering and got into bed.
J: I really enjoyed it.
Me: Me too.
J: Let’s do it every night if possible.
Me: Sure.
J: That means you have to stay over.
Me: You sure you want that?
J: I’m sure we can work something out.
Me: Ok.
I kissed her good night and spooned her from behind.
We were probably going to be zombies the next morning.
As usual we woke up just in time for morning meeting.
Jasmine was feeling hungry so we ordered in mac’s breakfast. She had a big breakfast while I had a double filet o fish meal.
After clearing our emails and everything else we needed to do, we stripped down to our birthday suits and cuddled in bed again.
This time, all we did was cuddle, and eventually fell asleep.
Luckily there were no calls or emails that needed attention as by the time we woke up, it was past lunch.
J: What just happened?
Me: I think we’re both tired.
J: I guess so.
Me: You hungry?
J: Not really.
Me: Well, I’m going to look for food. Text me if you need anything.
I headed out to the coffeeshop to grab some lunch.
After getting my food, I headed back to her place. I was crossing the road when someone grabbed me from behind.
I turned to try to see who it was, but received a punch to my jaw. It was a rather weak punch though, but I probably would feel it later on. But at least I knew who it was.
Alan: Move.
I was led to the bus stop, where we sat down.
A: Are you fucking my wife?
I guess there was no point in hiding the truth.
Me: Yeah.
A: I want to talk to her.
Me: You can’t.
He sort of tried to punch my stomach, but I didn’t feel much, maybe cos we were sitting down, and also cos I had a layer of protection around it.
A: You don’t get to tell me what to do.
Me: She has a PPO. You want to go to jail?
A: I won’t go to jail.
Me: You’ll be fined.
A: I’ve got money.
Me: What do you want?
A: I want my wife back.
Me: She doesn’t want you.
This time, he punched me in the ribs, successfully causing some pain, and I actually fell off the bench. He stood over me and kicked me, but I managed to block his leg with my arm.
For someone who had everything to lose, he sure wasn’t afraid to cause a scene in broad daylight in a public place. I wondered if I should fight back. Jasmine did say that he ended up in a worst state than her when he beat her the previous time. But she had a black belt and all I had was close combat training from the army.
I tried to roll away as he tried to kick me again.
Suddenly I heard a shout from behind.
Man: What are you doing!
Alan turned and ran.
A slightly older man came up to me to check if I was ok.
I picked myself up. Surprisingly, the chicken rice I bought had survived. But I was in no mood to eat.
M: Are you ok?
Me: Yeah.
M: Do you want to call the police?
Me: No point. He’s gone.
M: Where do you stay?
I pointed in the general direction of Jasmine’s place.
M: Do you need help getting home?
Me: I’m fine.
M: Ok.
I tried to tidy myself up and headed back to Jasmine’s place. Apparently she got bored of lazing in bed and had moved to the living room to watch TV. She got up when she saw me.
J: What happened to you?
Me: Nothing.
J: Ya right.
Me: I fell down?
J: You’re not as clumsy as me.
Again, I guess there was no point in hiding the truth.
Me: I bumped into your husband.
J: And?
Me: He wants to talk to you.
J: And after that you… fell down? Your face looks swollen, and there are scratches on your arms.
I didn’t want Jasmine to think I was a pussy, but perhaps I should tell her what happened in case he came back and got violent and needed to defend herself somehow.
Me: Erm… he tried to beat me up?
J: Looks like he succeeded.
Me: Not really.
J: Urgh. I’m calling the police.
Me: No need.
J: He’s breaching the PPO.
Me: The PPO isn’t mine. It’s yours. And I’m fine.
J: You sure?
Me: Yeah.
J: Your call then.
I went to the master bedroom toilet to clean up. Jasmine followed.
Somehow I struggled a little to remove my t-shirt, and she helped me. I flinched a little when she brushed against my ribs. She glared at me.
J: I thought you said you’re fine?
Me: I am. Owww! What the fuck??
She pressed my ribs with her hands, feeling around the area.
J: Any pain? Oh wait, of course there is. Dumbass. Any trouble breathing?
Me: No?
She continued feeling around the area.
Me: Are you a doctor now?
J: No. But when we sparred and got injured in taekwondo, they sort of taught us how to check if we needed to see a doctor or not.
Me: Seriously?
J: Ya? Oh wait… could be just an excuse for my sabom to touch us. Haha…
Me: Your what?
J: My instructor.
Me: Isn’t it sensei?
J: Hello. Taekwondo is Korean. Sensei is Japanese. Like for Karate.
Me: Right.
J: Anyway it’s just some swelling. I’ll get Alicia to look at it later. She’s almost a doctor.
Me: Fine.
J: Do you need help washing up?
Me: No? I’m not crippled.
J: One day you’ll be if you don’t defend yourself.
Me: You’re expecting me to beat him up?
J: You mean you can’t even defend yourself?
Me: Well…
I was going to say I’m a lover not a fighter, but that was too cheesy.
Jasmine stripped as well and pushed me into the shower, she grabbed the shower head and started spraying me. I flinched again when the cold water hit me. She soaped and scrubbed me before drying me.
J: I think you should just relax on the sofa.
I sat on her reclining sofa. She went to the kitchen to get some ice packs.
J: Nah.
She handed me a packet of frozen prata.
J: We’re out of ice.
Me: So… I’m supposed to put the prata where?
J: Just hold it at your ribs la. It’s the cheapest frozen thing in the fridge, I’m not giving you my ice cream.
Me: So after defrosting it, we cook and eat it?
J: No curry.
Me: I’m just kidding.
J: I’m making more ice, hopefully you’ll have a better cold compress later.
Me: Can you pass me my lunch?
J: You still got mood to eat?
Me: Why not? I’m hungry.
J: Sure.
She brought the packet over and opened it, before feeding me, and eating some of it herself.
I kind of liked the feeling of her taking care of me. It made me feel wanted.
But the bigger problem was what were we going to do about Alan?
As usual we woke up just in time for morning meeting.
Jasmine was feeling hungry so we ordered in mac’s breakfast. She had a big breakfast while I had a double filet o fish meal.
After clearing our emails and everything else we needed to do, we stripped down to our birthday suits and cuddled in bed again.
This time, all we did was cuddle, and eventually fell asleep.
Luckily there were no calls or emails that needed attention as by the time we woke up, it was past lunch.
J: What just happened?
Me: I think we’re both tired.
J: I guess so.
Me: You hungry?
J: Not really.
Me: Well, I’m going to look for food. Text me if you need anything.
I headed out to the coffeeshop to grab some lunch.
After getting my food, I headed back to her place. I was crossing the road when someone grabbed me from behind.
I turned to try to see who it was, but received a punch to my jaw. It was a rather weak punch though, but I probably would feel it later on. But at least I knew who it was.
Alan: Move.
I was led to the bus stop, where we sat down.
A: Are you fucking my wife?
I guess there was no point in hiding the truth.
Me: Yeah.
A: I want to talk to her.
Me: You can’t.
He sort of tried to punch my stomach, but I didn’t feel much, maybe cos we were sitting down, and also cos I had a layer of protection around it.
A: You don’t get to tell me what to do.
Me: She has a PPO. You want to go to jail?
A: I won’t go to jail.
Me: You’ll be fined.
A: I’ve got money.
Me: What do you want?
A: I want my wife back.
Me: She doesn’t want you.
This time, he punched me in the ribs, successfully causing some pain, and I actually fell off the bench. He stood over me and kicked me, but I managed to block his leg with my arm.
For someone who had everything to lose, he sure wasn’t afraid to cause a scene in broad daylight in a public place. I wondered if I should fight back. Jasmine did say that he ended up in a worst state than her when he beat her the previous time. But she had a black belt and all I had was close combat training from the army.
I tried to roll away as he tried to kick me again.
Suddenly I heard a shout from behind.
Man: What are you doing!
Alan turned and ran.
A slightly older man came up to me to check if I was ok.
I picked myself up. Surprisingly, the chicken rice I bought had survived. But I was in no mood to eat.
M: Are you ok?
Me: Yeah.
M: Do you want to call the police?
Me: No point. He’s gone.
M: Where do you stay?
I pointed in the general direction of Jasmine’s place.
M: Do you need help getting home?
Me: I’m fine.
M: Ok.
I tried to tidy myself up and headed back to Jasmine’s place. Apparently she got bored of lazing in bed and had moved to the living room to watch TV. She got up when she saw me.
J: What happened to you?
Me: Nothing.
J: Ya right.
Me: I fell down?
J: You’re not as clumsy as me.
Again, I guess there was no point in hiding the truth.
Me: I bumped into your husband.
J: And?
Me: He wants to talk to you.
J: And after that you… fell down? Your face looks swollen, and there are scratches on your arms.
I didn’t want Jasmine to think I was a pussy, but perhaps I should tell her what happened in case he came back and got violent and needed to defend herself somehow.
Me: Erm… he tried to beat me up?
J: Looks like he succeeded.
Me: Not really.
J: Urgh. I’m calling the police.
Me: No need.
J: He’s breaching the PPO.
Me: The PPO isn’t mine. It’s yours. And I’m fine.
J: You sure?
Me: Yeah.
J: Your call then.
I went to the master bedroom toilet to clean up. Jasmine followed.
Somehow I struggled a little to remove my t-shirt, and she helped me. I flinched a little when she brushed against my ribs. She glared at me.
J: I thought you said you’re fine?
Me: I am. Owww! What the fuck??
She pressed my ribs with her hands, feeling around the area.
J: Any pain? Oh wait, of course there is. Dumbass. Any trouble breathing?
Me: No?
She continued feeling around the area.
Me: Are you a doctor now?
J: No. But when we sparred and got injured in taekwondo, they sort of taught us how to check if we needed to see a doctor or not.
Me: Seriously?
J: Ya? Oh wait… could be just an excuse for my sabom to touch us. Haha…
Me: Your what?
J: My instructor.
Me: Isn’t it sensei?
J: Hello. Taekwondo is Korean. Sensei is Japanese. Like for Karate.
Me: Right.
J: Anyway it’s just some swelling. I’ll get Alicia to look at it later. She’s almost a doctor.
Me: Fine.
J: Do you need help washing up?
Me: No? I’m not crippled.
J: One day you’ll be if you don’t defend yourself.
Me: You’re expecting me to beat him up?
J: You mean you can’t even defend yourself?
Me: Well…
I was going to say I’m a lover not a fighter, but that was too cheesy.
Jasmine stripped as well and pushed me into the shower, she grabbed the shower head and started spraying me. I flinched again when the cold water hit me. She soaped and scrubbed me before drying me.
J: I think you should just relax on the sofa.
I sat on her reclining sofa. She went to the kitchen to get some ice packs.
J: Nah.
She handed me a packet of frozen prata.
J: We’re out of ice.
Me: So… I’m supposed to put the prata where?
J: Just hold it at your ribs la. It’s the cheapest frozen thing in the fridge, I’m not giving you my ice cream.
Me: So after defrosting it, we cook and eat it?
J: No curry.
Me: I’m just kidding.
J: I’m making more ice, hopefully you’ll have a better cold compress later.
Me: Can you pass me my lunch?
J: You still got mood to eat?
Me: Why not? I’m hungry.
J: Sure.
She brought the packet over and opened it, before feeding me, and eating some of it herself.
I kind of liked the feeling of her taking care of me. It made me feel wanted.
But the bigger problem was what were we going to do about Alan?
Jasmine brought my laptop out and set it up at the coffee table in case I wanted to do my work. Honestly, work was the last thing on my mind at that moment. I needed to figure out what to do about Alan. I couldn’t hel but wonder why he kept coming back, even though Jasmine told me the divorce was about to be finalized. Could she be hiding something from me? If she was truly serious of us being together after her divorce was finalised, she should tell me everything that I needed to know. But I didn’t know how exactly to approach this topic with her.
I must have fallen asleep on the sofa. I was awakened by someone pressing on my jaw. I opened my eyes and saw Alicia. Jasmine was standing behind her.
J: So apparently Alan saw him and beat him up.
Me: I didn’t get beaten up. He only tried.
A: Sure looks like you got beaten up. Jaw feels tender, do you have trouble opening and closing it? Or chewing?
I didn’t recall any of those symptoms, but demonstrated to her anyway.
She pressed my neck.
A: Lymph nodes feel fine.
Me: Are you checking for the flu?
A: Keep quiet.
She raised my arms and slid her hands under my t-shirt, and pressed under my armpits, then slowly worked her way down, and purposely brushed against my nipples with her thumb. Jasmine couldn’t see what she was doing under the t-shirt, but I thought I saw a slight smile from Alicia. I wondered what she was trying to do.
I flinched when she reached my ribs. She lifted my t-shirt.
A: Can you hold it up?
I did.
A: Looks… bad? I can’t tell. It’s like a normal bruise.
She pressed around the area, feeling my rib cage, the same way Jasmine did. Perhaps it was really legit.
A: He punched your stomach too?
I nodded.
She pressed on it, feeling around, but I didn’t feel anything. Perhaps my fats really protected me.
She went lower and lower and slid her hands into my shorts, then pulled it off. My flaccid penis lay there like a dead worm.
She started feeling around my inner thighs, fingers brushing against my testicles. Somehow my penis started twitching.
Me: I didn’t get hit there.
A: Just checking. By the way, have you peed yet?
Me: No?
A: Can you go pee?
Me: Huh?
A: Need to see if there’s blood in your urine. If there is, you better go to the hospital.
Me: Fine.
I got up and went to the bathroom. They followed.
Me: Must you watch?
A: Need to ensure you do it properly.
Me: It’s just peeing, is there another way to do it?
A: Just do it la.
Me: Wait a while can? No urge.
I held my dick with them watching, but it would not come out.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally managed to pee. It was dark, but not bloody.
A: How much water did you drink today?
Me: Erm. Not much?
A: You better drink more then.
She turned to Jasmine.
A: Probably just bad bruising, just ice it and rest. Take painkillers if necessary. Make sure you watch him. If there’s blood, go to the a&e immediately.
J: Ok.
She shook her head at me.
A: Army boy yet cannot defend himself. Disappointing.
Me: Hey I’m deadly with a weapon ok?
A: Sure you are.
Back in the day, I was a marksman, but with the SAR21, practically everyone was a marksman.
A: Oh ya. No sex for a while.
J: Oh.
A: And maybe get some gel packs from Watsons or something. It’s better than ice.
J: Sure. Let’s go shopping then get dinner too? Leave him at home to recuperate.
A: Sure. Let me wash my hands.
They left me on the sofa and I guess I fell asleep again. They returned nearly 2 hours later with some meatball noodles which surprisingly tasted really good.
As usual, after dinner we watched TV and ate ice cream. Jasmine didn’t chase me home, so I assumed she was ok with me staying over again.
After showering, we went to bed and she took care not to accidentally hit my injured areas.
J: I’m sorry.
Me: For?
J: I have a complicated life. And got you implicated.
Me: I chose to be implicated. Not your fault. But you should try to resolve it soon.
J: I’ll try.
I kissed her good night and went to sleep.
Jasmine brought my laptop out and set it up at the coffee table in case I wanted to do my work. Honestly, work was the last thing on my mind at that moment. I needed to figure out what to do about Alan. I couldn’t hel but wonder why he kept coming back, even though Jasmine told me the divorce was about to be finalized. Could she be hiding something from me? If she was truly serious of us being together after her divorce was finalised, she should tell me everything that I needed to know. But I didn’t know how exactly to approach this topic with her.
I must have fallen asleep on the sofa. I was awakened by someone pressing on my jaw. I opened my eyes and saw Alicia. Jasmine was standing behind her.
J: So apparently Alan saw him and beat him up.
Me: I didn’t get beaten up. He only tried.
A: Sure looks like you got beaten up. Jaw feels tender, do you have trouble opening and closing it? Or chewing?
I didn’t recall any of those symptoms, but demonstrated to her anyway.
She pressed my neck.
A: Lymph nodes feel fine.
Me: Are you checking for the flu?
A: Keep quiet.
She raised my arms and slid her hands under my t-shirt, and pressed under my armpits, then slowly worked her way down, and purposely brushed against my nipples with her thumb. Jasmine couldn’t see what she was doing under the t-shirt, but I thought I saw a slight smile from Alicia. I wondered what she was trying to do.
I flinched when she reached my ribs. She lifted my t-shirt.
A: Can you hold it up?
I did.
A: Looks… bad? I can’t tell. It’s like a normal bruise.
She pressed around the area, feeling my rib cage, the same way Jasmine did. Perhaps it was really legit.
A: He punched your stomach too?
I nodded.
She pressed on it, feeling around, but I didn’t feel anything. Perhaps my fats really protected me.
She went lower and lower and slid her hands into my shorts, then pulled it off. My flaccid penis lay there like a dead worm.
She started feeling around my inner thighs, fingers brushing against my testicles. Somehow my penis started twitching.
Me: I didn’t get hit there.
A: Just checking. By the way, have you peed yet?
Me: No?
A: Can you go pee?
Me: Huh?
A: Need to see if there’s blood in your urine. If there is, you better go to the hospital.
Me: Fine.
I got up and went to the bathroom. They followed.
Me: Must you watch?
A: Need to ensure you do it properly.
Me: It’s just peeing, is there another way to do it?
A: Just do it la.
Me: Wait a while can? No urge.
I held my dick with them watching, but it would not come out.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally managed to pee. It was dark, but not bloody.
A: How much water did you drink today?
Me: Erm. Not much?
A: You better drink more then.
She turned to Jasmine.
A: Probably just bad bruising, just ice it and rest. Take painkillers if necessary. Make sure you watch him. If there’s blood, go to the a&e immediately.
J: Ok.
She shook her head at me.
A: Army boy yet cannot defend himself. Disappointing.
Me: Hey I’m deadly with a weapon ok?
A: Sure you are.
Back in the day, I was a marksman, but with the SAR21, practically everyone was a marksman.
A: Oh ya. No sex for a while.
J: Oh.
A: And maybe get some gel packs from Watsons or something. It’s better than ice.
J: Sure. Let’s go shopping then get dinner too? Leave him at home to recuperate.
A: Sure. Let me wash my hands.
They left me on the sofa and I guess I fell asleep again. They returned nearly 2 hours later with some meatball noodles which surprisingly tasted really good.
As usual, after dinner we watched TV and ate ice cream. Jasmine didn’t chase me home, so I assumed she was ok with me staying over again.
After showering, we went to bed and she took care not to accidentally hit my injured areas.
J: I’m sorry.
Me: For?
J: I have a complicated life. And got you implicated.
Me: I chose to be implicated. Not your fault. But you should try to resolve it soon.
J: I’ll try.
I kissed her good night and went to sleep.