hi all, i happen to be quite free these days, clearing my compulsory leave from last year and having no travel plans. so here i am in sammy, my preferred solution to kill boredom. Feeling the urge to share past experiences with ladies, whom i think most guys dont want to meet.
they are some of the chubbiest and plainest local lady folks whom i met up with some years ago and still hangout together till today, before i finally decided to settle down and end my exciting period of single-hood (fortunately, i was bestowed with a slim, beautiful wife).
To be honest, back then, i was quite an OK looking person (definitely not superstar handsome, but handsome in a sense that i have a pleasant face and nice warm smile) and im known for my mild temperament so naturally i’m quite likable by most of the ladies (and guys also, but thats not the point) from young, old, butt ugly, artificially pretty, super fat to pencil thin.
Likable is one thing, just that there is a little problem with me.
I find it very (very) hard to reject them (i’m talking about the fat ugly ones) cos i dont want to hurt their feelings, esp if i sense they will feel very very sad. sadly thats my weakness. I’m sure it isnt compassion, its just a mis-wired connection somewhere in my brain.
So since i started growing hair on my balls…. i have befriended plenty of these type of lady friends, who are (excuse me for being direct) fat, ugly, lonely, flat chested, divorced, blind-in-one-eye, mentally unstable, extremely emotional and a few lesbians.
Am i attracted to them? sexually yes for some, but i treated most as normal friends. Are they attracted to me? i think so and i guess they each want me badly, or to be specific, wanted my time and affection. and these women knew i wouldnt reject them flatly.
On different occasion, i would be approached for what i call ‘compulsory companionship’. Most will ask me to go for movies and dinner after work. A few have separately asked me to spend a night with them at the hotel cos they need a listening ear for their problems in life (i’m not kidding), and there was one who invite me to her house to watch ‘scv’ when i told her i enjoy sports channel very much but dont have cable installed at home (i went of course and got hooked!) and there was another who would ask me to sleep over, provided that i help her massage on fridays, after her long week at work. then there was one who would especially asked me out to ‘destress’ whenever she quarrels with her bf…
When i have the time to spare and energy to release, i will accede to these requests. i remembered i meeting D, a chirpy lady who was in her late 30s, looks every bit a plain Jane, but her voice is clear, her hair is long and wavy and she has very smooth creamy skin and wide seductive lips…
These r gals who r very lonely and inferior at heart. When you give them attention, they will give u all their full all.
Well goddamn, when i was young and dangerous like chan ho nam that time i meet a fair share of ADULT ELEPHANT and LIVING SKELETON but even tho i also very nice they also one date then no sound or movement
Her lips is wide and seductively thick too, like zoe tay’s lips. Not surprisingly when I first saw her, the first thought that attacked my imagination was her hot lips milking my dick and balls.
Which man wouldn’t?
“May I help you today, sir?” she asked, giving me her full attention with those flirty eyes, which scanned my attire before locking her vision back to my face.
“I appreciate” that was my opening line to her, which for some strange reason touched her heart. That was how our bond as platonic friends developed.
Don’t ask me how and why. I was only hinted in the later part in our friendship that she had wished to be appreciated more by men, for her personality - not for her body.
D works part time in a popular gift shop in town, where she said she would watch late night movies alone after work since most of her friends are either married or busy. She was a “lonely woman” in her own words, having experienced unmemorable past relationships which gradually deepened her suspicious for guys with “fuck and go” mentality.
“They said I was unreasonable, crazy and emotional, but I’m a woman and that’s the way I am.” Not the exact words, but something like that.
“Are you one of them,” she asked, when we were out one night after dinner at the esplanade enjoying the night breeze.
D had asked to meet earlier as she needed a shoulder to cry on – I didn’t know the battle against loneliness could seem so devastating for some women – and I ended up hugging her from behind, sitting by the promenade overlooking the Merlion.
That was my first time hugging D… about a month after we exchanged numbers at her shop, when i promised her that i would recommend friends to buy gifts from her. Our brief conversation that day was soon followed by steams of curious sms exchanges and very soon harmless sexting almost everyday. And we met up for dinner and movies often, but nothing happened.
D was a fleshy woman. Not fat or big, just bah bah everywhere, including her back and I kind of enjoyed the cushion effect i was feeling on my chest. Being fair, fleshy and having flawless smooth and tight skin, D looked rather seductive in her revealing black spaghetti top that night. She wasn’t a good looker, but her body definitely compensated it.
“So are you one of them” she asked again.
“I don’t know. I’m not looking for a girlfriend, but I enjoy your company and I feel so comfortable with you” I whispered into her ears while smelling her neck and brushing my arms lightly against her heavy bosom. I didn’t know where this shameless guts come from.
I was feeling too cozy hugging her and unwilling to move an inch when she slowly shifted her body to rest her head on my shoulder. The cool breeze, our tight embrace, her perfume and our straight forward conversation were beginning to stir an uncontrollable sensation down my groin. I believed hers too.
“Wah somebody is waking up hor,” she said, pointing at the tiny bulge on my grey business pants. “Yes, I’m obviously excited, hugging you for the first time,” I replied, half hesitating and half sensing that something exciting could be cuming my way.
“You don’t look a day over 25, how do you maintain your complexion and body?” i asked.
“Good genes i guessed. Hey I’m still feeling lousy and I need to get this feeling off my mind."
“Can we go somewhere else, like quieter?” she asked in between silence,” looking at me with her piercing eyes.
“Where is quiet?” I asked, trying my best to look blur to conceal horny thoughts. I knew she was craving for some fun (with a guy whom she can trust) to release her raging juices.
“Let’s go to a hotel,” she replied softly.
inside the room D’s true side began to show the moment I locked the door. no words were exchanged. there seemed to be a mutual understanding of satisfying our needs first and talk later. we frenched like lost lovers and coiled our bodies together like two hungry pythons.
the feeling was quite shiok since she is padded with baby fats. imagine this lady’s body with a slightly uglier face?
i removed her top and went in to kiss her pair of bouncy c-cup tits. they were quite round and rather firm like a teenager’s tits. best of all, her nipples are pointy and small… because she is so fair and very skin so smooth, she really look like a bah bah japanese av idol.
i wasted no time to plunge my head straight into those pillows and suck them like no tomorrow while using the other hand to rub her pussy, which i felt was a little weird as her pussy hair is thick and untrimmed. its longer like 10 cm all right and its bushy…. that made me wonder if a women’s pubic hair is related to her emotional pent up level.
frenching, necking and more kissing followed, and because she is hyper sensitive to touch, she moaned loudly and very easily. Her pussy was wet very easily too.
Well, as instructed, i licked her wrists, nipples, armpits (which thankfully as clean shaven), her biceps and her smooth sensitive inner thighs. In foreplay for about 20 mins and D was purring like a cat in heat and wriggling in ecstasy. by then her hips were already gyrating violently asking me for immediate penetration.
“i got no condom D,” i looked at her, expecting her to call it a night. but to my surprise, she took out a packet of 003 from her wallet, gave my dick a hard slap and rolled the rubber slowly onto my circumcised dick while giving my seductive glances.
“I’ve prepared this for you for a long time,” she said, but i was feeling too horny to decipher what she had implied. I pushed her down, spread her legs like an flying eagle, used my fingers to slightly part her bushy lips and plunged into one of the warmest and wettest love hole my dick has ever felt.
the sensation was wonderful. and i just pumped and pumped with rhythm. With my hands grabbing her bouncy big tits, piak piak sound from our sweaty laps and her high pitch moans, the air was heavy with lust.
Her superb body was jerked uncontrollably, she loosened her grip and we were both panting for air, sweating from an amazing workout that lasted about 45 mins.
“That was intense wasn’t it?” i said, expecting her to feel a little shy.
D sat up, tied her hair into a bun and said, “Maybe next time i can bring a blindfold, we try something different.”
D sat up, tied her hair into a bun and said, “Maybe next time i can bring a blindfold, we try something different.”
I was a little surprised by D’s sex drive and kinky ideas and wondered about the fun things she did with her ‘boys’ who had fucked and go. The excitement to do it again grew stronger and wilder, since our first fuck.
I was careful not to lose concentration at work because the slight thought of running my hands all over her silky pussy and bouncy tits can stir a commotion down under… and i dont want my colleague from the accounts department to see, especially Miss G, who was sat facing me directly. Miss G was bespectacled, equally fair and has short bobbed hair. She chatted with me a lot since she wasn’t popular with her colleagues and isolated by a gang of accounts girls. i heard from them that she liked to ask ‘childish’ questions and had different frequency, i wonder if thats true…. women are strange creatures anyways, i thought so i treated G like a normal colleague, buying her lunch and tea occasionally, since she’s my direct neighbour. A bit about her later.
D and i continued to flirt on sms numerous times throughout the day until i think she cannot tahan anymore and asked if i want to go to her house after work the following night.
“Nobody’s at home. My family has gone on a holiday and will only come back tomorrow, so wana come or not?” she whispered cautiously into the phone. “To your house? Do what?” I asked. “I want to show you something. OK ah see you tomorrow, got customers to attend now, catch up later.”
My heart skipped a beat and i felt a rocket launching inside my underwear. Miss G caught my facial expression and give me a wink as if she has been observing me for while. “Gila Miss G, i thought” wondering if she saw anything else.
I reckoned my two urgent tasks that day: Go work out at California after work and go watsons buy condom.
Firstly, you did raised some points that i was concerned about. and I am truly glad from your gentleman’s point of view.
Secondly, you confirmed my suspicion about fat, ugly, lonely, flat chested that are a no-no to men, mostly. That, I will totally strike myself out. So I sincerely, and honestly thank you for your honesty.
Lastly, I like that you are telling your side of the story relatively explicitly. at some point, I would think you might be a woman but then again… great story tellers mostly are men, no?! hahahahaa!!!
anyways, you could think of starting your own internet story! lols! internet novelist maybe. to me, these experiences of yours are closed to the heart and almost many of us may have one way another experienced it.
I cannot wait for you to narrate the part about Ms G - the odd ball!
Looking forward to MOAR of it!
Thanks for the comments and support. Love to hear from you if you have similar experience. Despite their ‘odd’ physical and psychological traits, these ladies i met are inherently good natured and kind. Just that our society are unforgiving to ppl who dont follow the norm.
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I reckoned my two urgent tasks that day: Go work out at California after work and go watsons buy condom.
Thursday ended surprisingly early for me and for Miss G too since she doesnt need to stay late cos all accounts have been closed for the month. I could almost smell the weekend nearing and my imagination started to roam to Commonwealth Close, where D stays with her elder sister and mum.
“Wow someone’s heading to the gym to build muscles huh” I turned around and saw Miss G. She was looking at my shoe bag and giving me a radiant smile, vaporizing my perverted thoughts about D in white singlet.
“Hey Miss G, i’m gona sweat those toxins out of my body…reduces stress”
“Is that what do you normally do to reduce stress?” she asked, before realising that i was starting to laugh.
“No… i have many other ways to reduce stress, like thread mills, lifting weights and Jacuzzi. Why? you go often too?” I asked.
“Is there Jacuzzi? I didnt know… I have been working here for over a year and I havent even entered California.” Not surprising for me…since she has no companions to go with…
“Lets go together next time ba…if you dont mind, show me around is it ok?” she said, gazing at me with a sweet-cute expression that any sane straight man will know to nod their heads. “Its a waste if you dont make use of our free platinum membership. How about next Tuesday, On?” “Ons!” she gave me an OK sign, smiled and rushed off to catch the lift.
Once in Cali, i wore my blue Air Force running shorts and started with my usual threadmill run to burn off the first 100 calories, then proceeded to the machines to torture my abds, deltoids and triceps, three muscle groups which i consider most important if you want to look good in any attire.
Those who gym is likely to agree that cardio and muscular endurance are pretty much a mind over body thing. It is that instant thought you project in your mind that determines the extra 1, 2 or 5 repetitions. So what kept me going on and on at the bench press and dips looking so motivated like Tony Robbins? The answer is obvious
Just as i was focused on hitting my new maximum repetition on the dips, an sms from my HTC broke my concentration. Miss G: “Forget to tell you in am on leave tmrw, so i wana wish you a Happy birthday in advance! See you next week.” Sweet girl i thought. i’m a sucker for people who remembers my birthday though i have never expressed it to anyone, not even to my family members. I made a mental note to make Miss G a happy woman next week.
First thing I did when i reached home - go through my check list.
Go california: checked
Buy condom: checked (Okamoto 003 Aloe)
Shave dick: checked (using quality shaving cream)
Apply hair tonic: checked (i wish the hair on my dick goes to my head)
Drink 3 legged cooling water: Checked (cool heatiness)
Drink avocado and bananas juice: checked (Increase semen volume)
SMS Miss G to wish her the sweetest dream: checked.
SMS D to wish her the wettest dream: checked.
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Originally Posted by
discordpiggy
Firstly, you did raised some points that i was concerned about. and I am truly glad from your gentleman’s point of view.
Secondly, you confirmed my suspicion about fat, ugly, lonely, flat chested that are a no-no to men, mostly. That, I will totally strike myself out. So I sincerely, and honestly thank you for your honesty.
Lastly, I like that you are telling your side of the story relatively explicitly. at some point, I would think you might be a woman but then again… great story tellers mostly are men, no?! hahahahaa!!!
anyways, you could think of starting your own internet story! lols! internet novelist maybe. to me, these experiences of yours are closed to the heart and almost many of us may have one way another experienced it.
I cannot wait for you to narrate the part about Ms G - the odd ball!
Looking forward to MOAR of it!
wow camping for more
support support..
looking forward to another long and good story after the FB’s visit to Philippines from Bro Starbucks!!.
Up U some points too.