Nothing kinky happened, unlike D’s demand of my licking and kissing her armpits (which is now a must-have routine as part of our foreplay), sex with M was just sex. Pure synchronized movement of my dick and her pussy in missionary. Its M’s favourite and our usual position, though we tried anal fun a few times in doggy position (you can imagine how shiok i felt pounding on those meat)
Anyways, most of the time, she loves to lie down, spread her legs apart, finger her clit and began her usual line “I’m ready honey” whenever she is sufficiently horny and wet.
Although I felt like a circus performer doing my routine act, im sure both of us enjoyed the process. Her after-sex smiles said it all, that big invisible ‘THANK YOU’ glow her face and that lovely sparkle in her eyes are what im most proud of… I made her feel happy and special…. sort of
We continued our ‘affairs’ after this fateful rekindle, meeting about once or twice a fortnight. And sometimes whenever she returns from overseas and needed a good shag, I’d happily oblige to accompany her over night and hitch a free ride to work the next morning.
We meet up regularly for ‘movies’ or ‘meeting with vendors’ during lunch time too… a time when cinemas are least crowded. M would pull down one one side of her bra and let me fondle her big tits and I would unzip my pants for her to suck - cumming usually twice, before we leave the show half way. The greatest convenience for our ‘C & C’ (her code name for cock and coke) is that I don’t leave messy tissues lying around when i cum because M would very gladly swallow every drop of my cum and leave no leftover cum on my dick and thus no stain on my underwear… (*3 claps for M!)
That’s what i like about my good ol friend, always daring, spontaneous and meticulous… a true reflection of her attitude in work and in life.
That’s what i like about my good ol friend, always daring, spontaneous and meticulous… a true reflection of her attitude in work and in life.
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I had fun reading the comments. Just returned from another week long business trip and now i finally have all the luxury, time and comfort to relax on my couch, sip my English tea, play the timeless Kenny G Christmas numbers from my boss speakers while surfing my all time favourite forum.
I would like to close the chapter on M and begin a fresh one about Ms G - my colleague and immediate neighbour from the accounts department - if you read my earlier post.
The chronological happenings in real life was somewhat similar to the sequence in my postings, so i hope to ‘blog’ them as best as i could, out of memory sake and occasional boredom since i dont own a blog; and neither do i have the time to maintain one.
Anyways, Ms G was about 22-23 years old, an accounting fresh grad from NUS who joined our company a few months after me. (we actually called her ‘xiao G’ as there was an older colleague by the same name in my company).
She wears a pair of frame-less glasses and stood out from the rest with her trademark shinny jet black hair with a bob hairstyle which looks kinda cute on her V shape face. With her fair complexion & cute dimples she looks very ‘fresh’… that mistakable youthful feeling that can stir your dick like a rattle snake’s tail.
Having said that, youth does not equate with beauty, though its a precious essence that many women are dying to regain. Compared with the leggy and sparkling bevy of beauties from Spain, Germany and Korea across departments in my company, Ms G was indeed a plain Jane…. like a kosong prata without eggs.
Well, perhaps she like being one? Neither trendy nor loud or sexy in her attire, nobody gave her the attention they gave to the local colourful ‘flowers’ in her department. I must confess i was one of those guys who would get hardons when we ‘unintentionally’ spot down blouses and g-strings outlines from mobile butts walking all over our offices.
Comparatively, Ms G doesnt like to show off (she wears normal pencil skirts or pants) and from the way she converse and act, you can tell that she is your girl next door, whom you wouldn’t mind tagging along for lunch.
Always smiling and always curious about everything you share, this cute little girl is too vulnerable and curious to discover the corporate world and in need of a mentor to guide and protect her from the wolves and hyenas in this dangerous Raffles jungle…
appreciate the feedback, dreamlight!
How can i be the colour wolves and hyenas that lurk the raffles jungle? I’m just a recycled cup that young execs hold so dearly in their hands to feel smart and trendy :P
Always smiling and always curious about everything you share, this cute little girl is too vulnerable and curious to discover the corporate world and in need of a mentor to guide and protect her from the wolves and hyenas in this dangerous Raffles jungle…
G: Is our gym training still on tomorrow or what? You looked tired buddy. What did you do last night?
S: Of course it’s still on buddy. A promise is promise is a promise, right? So where shall we head for lunch today?
G: Hey hey, someone’s evading my question… feeling guilty?
s: Alright… nothing escapes my buddy’s eagles eyes.
G: Well, too bad you have an inquisitive woman as neighbour and you have to live with it! So what exciting stunt did you perform? Catching chicken in the middle of the night?
S: How do you mean? I tried showing an innocent expression.
G: You know those kind of things that men your age like to do… dont think i dont know what you guys are up, smiling so secretively at the sms, you must be hooking up with some gals like Mark did.
Mark’s the cunning little snob from our marketing department. Always faking angmo accent and constantly boot kicking the UK bosses and ordering his colleagues around as if he was a rank higher… He tried asking Ms G out for lunch and dinner a couple of times… i guess he fancies young chicks.
S: Hahaha… that chap? Just leave him alone. If you go too near him, he’ll eat you up. Then i wont be able to save you. By the way, you look awesome today with that cute ear ring, I didnt see it before, its beautiful and its sparkling.
Ms G’s face glowed immediately. She must have felt excited that someone has finally noticed and complimented on her expensive earrings. Well… I did all i could to give my buddy my special undivided attention for i understood that investing time and effort in a few lines of compliments works like magic on a woman’s self confidence… and they’ll remember your compliments for life! lol this is what made me different from Mark
G: So sweet of you. Wana go for a drink after work? My treat.
S: Sure. What else you want to treat me? (I gave her a naughty wink and got a slap on my arm. I’m sure she did it intentionally to feel how hard my muscles are)
G: Ahuh. Tell me what else you want then, if it’s within my ability, i’ll do it for you … provided you tell me what you did last night.
S: Okay….. if i tell you, pls promise me you wont tell anyone, Ok? Its something too intimate and embarassing (i stretched out my hands for a pinkie promise)
G: I promised!!
That very moment, I felt an eclectricfying current through my body when our fingers touched for the first time. Nothing beats the sensation of feeling Ms G’s soft delicate fingers on a lifeless Monday… and that unexplainable sensation travelled all the way down my groin and rotated my nuggets in clockwise direction.
I have to admit i’m a hopeless sucker for ladies with long fingers and beautifully manucured nails (natural or with fake nails it doesnt mattter as long as they are long). To me its a symbol of ultimate femininity. Some people just got turned-on for the weirdest reason…and Starbuck’s one of those weirdos.
Ms G looked at me wide eye and asked again: “So what did you do?”
I looked at her intently, hesitated for a while, had a sip of water and looked back at her again…
S: I made love. Had adventurous sex for 2 straight days…
S: I made love. For 2 straight days.
G: Wow, really? With Whom? Your girlfriend?
S: No. I’m too ugly to find one.
G: Huh then? Ni jiao ji? (you find a prostitute?) I wonder why she kept thinking that im into prostitutes… could it be the way I walk? or I look like a pimp at certain angle? or perhaps she has associated me with the rest of the senior men in my company?
S: No. Are you crazy? I don’t drink, smoke, gamble or piao…
G: Huh, then who did you made love with? Some girl from the club?
Ms G’s cute facial expression says it all - a combination of curiousity, excitement and surprise that her neighbour was sharing something this intimate with her. Would she feel sad if i revealed the truth? I doubt… she’s probably a lil young to fancy an ‘older’ gentleman like me… I was about 6 yrs her senior and there are many younger and taller guys from the IT department.
G: Stop the suspense and tell me now, Mr Starbucks!! (I signalled her to lean closer so i can whisper into her ears…)
S: I made love with… my best friend. In fact its every men’s best friend on lonely weekends, especially the nerds. No need to spend money to go clubs… just need some tissue paper and some snacks with coffee or tea on the table.
She saw how i shake my right hand violently as if masturbating and when i mimicked slapping my dick in excitement, she teared from gagging and in turn slapped me repeatedly on my shoulders before regaining her composure and realised what she was doing.
G: OMG so sorry…. hard to control my hands. You are disgusting! Does it hurt?
S: Wowo, looks like someone’s imagining slapping my dick on Saturdays huh!
Ms G shook her head and laughed while returning to her desk, caught her breath and said “Starbucks, you never fail to make me happy when i’m down…”
I looked up at Ms G and asked: ‘You are down, what happened?’
Ms G shook her head and laughed while returning to her desk, caught her breath and said “Starbucks, you never fail to make me happy when i’m down…”
I looked up at Ms G and asked: ‘You are down, what happened?’
We decided to head to our usual hangout after work that evening, just the two of us, where she revealed the long and short of what happened, pouring her guilt and confusion over mugs of fresh Irish lager… It turned out to be a minor misunderstanding between Ms G and a senior colleague from her department which snowballed into an interpersonal conflict.
Well, I knew that malay lady, infact i was surprised to hear Ms G’s story cos i knew the Malay colleague all too well, in a good way. She is a very beautiful lady, 32 years old back then, has big round eyes, long wavy hair and she has two large knockers, thats most important. She’s the first friend whom i befriended when i joined the company.
Both of us were, and till today are, very very close friends. How close we were? We meet for lunch almost every day and go shopping together (with another Malay colleague from another department, with even larger and heavier knockers) every Friday after work. Well, I’m not really a boob-man, but i certainly dont mind being flanked by double Ds… and honestly I get weird vibes when the guys in my company joked about my fetish for ‘dating’ women with big boobs. But i’m proud to admit i thoroughly enjoy their company
The two share their secrets with me and i shared mine with them too. Both are married with kids anyway… but we were definitely one flirty trio after work.
Anyway, i once spent an exciting night inside her cabin (my close friend) during a company dinner and dance onboard Starcruise…. we were high after some fine wine by the pool side at the deck that night and we performed rounds of exciting and noiseless cruise sex, surrounded by cabins of our fellow colleagues….
sorry i digressed… can’t resist the temptation to write about them.
Anyway, i did all i could to help Ms G clarify all misunderstandings the next day and finally managed to disinfect the heavy toxic air in her department…. needless to say, Ms G was full of gratitude. It showed in her face and the teary eyes. I gave her a half wink and suavely continued my work as usual as if its part of my role ensuring peace and love in this nasty jungle warfare.
For the rest of the ladies, they simple erased all bad memories and farted them loudly out of their butts…. As the handsome peacemaker among the ladies, i knew they all just wanted to see me in some ’ladies-management’ actions to help make every lady feel good. Feel good about themselves, feel good about working here and feel good having the ’lovemaker’ Starbucks around…. seriously my HR Director should just fire himself and give me his darn six figure job!
Irish Lager?! down at Boat Quay or Circular Road?! Penny Blacks? Molly Malone?!
after gym at either Cali or FF?!
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Irish Lager?! down at Boat Quay or Circular Road?! Penny Blacks? Molly Malone?!
after gym at either Cali or FF?!
wah you DICK tracy sia! last time pri sch your comprehension test always full mark right, piggy?
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wah you DICK tracy sia! last time pri sch your comprehension test always full mark right, piggy?
simi si primary sch?! yah. i mostly get A* hehehehe!!! cannot loose one, cos always compete with class mate mah!
then secondary sch fail all the way! cos kena go girl sch… then got lesbian gf lor
Feel good about themselves, feel good about working here and feel good having the ’lovemaker’ Starbucks around…. seriously my HR Director should just fire himself and give me his darn six figure job!
Gym and after gym
Her first gym session was an eye opener for me and a lot of other guys (and ladies)… Ms G wore a bright yellow sleeveless top and a matching mini-skirt-pants (i dont know how to call it. it is a short running pants with frills that make it look like a made in china swimming costume, hahaa).
For a gym first timer, her head-turning attire caught the attention of many guys there, even those genetically modified supercows pause for a second to check out her figure. Well the lady gym instructors had their eyes fixed on her too, probably thinking she’s a newbie here as we have never come across anyone who overdressed.
I sensed that Ms G was feeling a little self conscious and i quickly come in to ease this trembling kitten by hitting on her slim figure, “Wow, no wonder you are in accounts!” She gave me a blur look and asked me what i meant. “Cos you are sooo good with your figure!” I said and gave her a funny look of disbelief, which she laughed off and slapping my arms, before giving it a tight squeeze.
G: “Thank you for the compliment. Actually i like your arms and shoulders, they look very muscular and firm.”
S: “Oh in that case, you should also check out my butts. See this? Don’t you think they are even more muscular and firm? This is the right place to get your butts big, sweaty and smelly!!” (i turned my butts sideways and pretended to play hawaiian drums).
Her part-shy-part-excited expression at that moment was priceless. Have you seen women who teared easily from laughing? She’s this type. Her face was flushed, her cheeks glowing and her eyes are so wet from laughing you thought she’s crying.
Well, being always curious about women’s body, i made a mental note to ask my close friends about becoming ‘wet’ easily - in both openings…if you know which two. I wish i had some verification from TCM sinseh. If my guess is right all along, women who wet their eyes easily also wet their pussies easily. The eye and pussy are interconnected.
A casual thought struck my mind… I don’t know what made me think of this. “Is Ms G still a virgin?” My casual observation from the way she talk to the boys, the way she laugh, even the ways she walks and the way she eats her food… tells me she is probably one; albeit a horny and shy but ready to explore-virgin.
I personally gave her a tour around my second home and showed her the cycling and kick boxing rooms, the treadmills, weights machines, where she can change towel and then to the shower room (outside) where there she can enjoy steam bath. You know for a fresh grad… these complimentary ’luxuries’ and experience are certainly worth showing off in front of friends during group meetings, and who would you express your appreciation to at the end of the day? The answer is obviously the mentor who showed you the way
We went straight to the weights machines as i noted that she was particularly interested to know more, obviously she likes to have more muscles in selected parts of her body (no prize for guessing where women love to have more meat on). As we went early after work, i had all the time to explain the functions of the machines and how they can make her more lean and toned.
Ms G: “How to make this part tone?”
S: You mean here? I was feeling her soft triceps
Ms G: Yes… it looks kinda flabby dont you think so?
S: Some weights and sports massage after each session.
Ms G: Great! You seem to know a lot, can you help me out?
S: Dont be silly, of course i’ll help you. You are my friend!
Ms G: Nice. Sports massage also?
S: I learnt it last time.
Ms G: Really? yey, so i’ll get free massage?