E=Indian0958276]I just wanted to see how much of a loser you are. And you totally are a big one! Peace bitch. I’m outta this dump![/QUOTE]
it’s OK to over react bro…we feel your agony and feel sorry for your sense of insecurity.
enjoy your briyani and masala tosai!!
With one hand on her head, i grabbed her oily boobs and them a good solid rub before milking them the way i express orange juice every evening
With my every touch and squeeze, Ms G was moaning like a Japanese AV actress ready to orgasm and i later found out from her that she wasn’t faking it. Something came to my mind, I wondered if most Japanese women moan like their national porn actresses or does it happened only in porn?
Sensing that her crazy moan might turn me into Usain Bolt rather than an endurance runner, i withdraw my cock from her mouth and pushed her back to her supine position, tucking a pillow just below her hips.
S: So, How does it taste?
G: “What? Your cock? Its actually quite pleasant and clean, you know?” Ms G whispered, looking weak and completely lost in her world of sensual touches.
S: “Really?” i faked a surprise look, as i imagined a smiling Hosan Leong giving me a “double-confirmed” sign.
G: I need to suck it… pls pls gor gor, she moaned like a hungry baby, who dropped her pacifier.
My mind almost went into a hysteria. How did she manage to conceal it so well? This demure looking fresh grad looks every bit an innocent guai-kia, although she does act a bit weird and out of convention sometimes. Seeing her real self, the womanly and horny side of her, what if this seductive side is exposed by my arch-enemy Mark? This ‘vulnerable’ rabbit would be his supper in no time!!
But well…. I simply enjoy being with personality like her, so honest and unpretentious - esp when they are completely naked, without the make ups, branded tops and blinks blinks to shield their insecurities. Or perhaps, she trusts me completely?
Our lips touched finally and united so magically after enduring a year of politeness. Her lips are soft, smooth and yes, its tastes pleasantly sweet. Though i felt her mouth is a bit wide for me to completely seal them with my lips, the feeling of my lips being devoured and tongued was comforting and ego-boasting.
The romantic kissing escalated. Ms G was soon kissing, sucking and licking my face like a hungry toothless piranha and i joined her in her mad tongue fight, painting my sweet saliva all over her body, except her arse.
At this point, i was 100% absorbed into my all too familiar boyhood imagination as a handsome Japanese PE teacher groping his horny high school student in the locker room and rolling all the way to the shower cubicle… yes, i’m a pervert i know… but who knows, G could be role playing the exact scene.
My lips then traveled to her ears, during which she moaned again and breathed deeply… i then licked her her soft warm neck, her moan getting louder and harder… and when i finally reached her soft and beautifully molded titties, she screams in her high pitched thrill and started shaking. Oh those titties….. i believed they are the result of her diligent habit of wearing expensive, well supported fitting bra.
“I like your big tits G. Good shape and good for sucking and squeezing ,” i said, looking into her eyes like those phlegm-spitting Lao Tiko from Pearl Centre.
Ms G covered her face again and couldn’t help suppressing her dirty smile. “Big meh? So small still say big…. omg you are making me embarrassed” was all she could say before exploding and arching her back when my skillful tongue touches and encircled her sensitive nipples. Yes, in her excited state, she constantly arches her back so that my tongue can access every inch of her roundish boobs for my sensual kisses, perverse touches and mind torturing suckles.
In the thick of the action and in my surprised move, I separated her arms, pinned them down and gave her armpits a good wet lick! Ms G screamed non stop and tolong-ed me to stop. Her screamed was so loud that the conceige would have suspected murder on the third floor … I covered her mouth and continue kissing her left and right pits. Soon, she was moaning like a cat in heat.
Ms G has confirmed my fetish for young hairless armpits. Just like the young coconut you would choose from Cold Storage.
Ms G has confirmed my fetish for young hairless armpits. Just like the young coconut you would choose from Cold Storage.
And i have confirmed her sensitive spots: ears, neck, armpits, nipples, waist, inner thighs, pussy…bascially everywhere.
Ms G moaned harder and was practically howling like a Hu Li Jing when my naughty tongue travelled south down her naval and to her patch of smooth, bald croach. Believe me, she was already trembling all over with my every little kisses down there. I cant be certain if that was just her reaction to ticklish feeling or some sort of mini on-going orgasm … i thought i should have asked her but i forgot to.
In my position on top, i felt a cool wet patch on my thigh, as it was brushing against her bald pussy. G was still shaking non stop… and biting her lower lips.
Gently, i parted her legs and slide my middle finger along her outer pussy and lightly caress her in circular motion. Just then i felt something different down there… something hard which i have not felt or seen before until this very day.
With Ms G still covering her face, I instinctively parted her slimy wet lips and looked what the heck that was inside her pussy. What i saw was a jaw dropping magical sight of mother nature’s most splendid creation….
With Ms G still covering her face, I instinctively parted her slimy wet lips and looked what the heck that was inside her pussy. What i saw was a jaw dropping magical sight of mother nature’s most splendid creation….
“What the fuck… You never fail to surprise me G, how the hell did it get so big?!” Ms G saw what i was doing and discovered that her most intimate secret was finally exposed.
Perhaps its time to open herself completely to someone who wasn’t even related to her - not her bf or future husband - just a colleague she trusted most. Her hands glided down her pussy and parted gently to give me a full view of her fully erected clitoris.
It was rock hard and as large as the tip of my pinkie finger. Seemingly in shame, Ms G said she was born with it and didnt realized she was different from the rest until her first experience of strong sexual arousal at the age of 13.
As the only child from conservative parents, Ms G could only made sense of the birds and the bees and even her own special body, via the explicit stories and sexual encounters from her classmates, most of whom were ah lians with boyfriends from different classes… this little secret was kept hidden until she entered NUS and met her first bf, a typical freshly ORD horny boy-next-door, in the same module…. cut the story short… they got intimate and this mummy pussyboy told every of his friends about her highly sensitive clit… and even tried to share the pictures he took. It was a devastating blow to her trust for her mummyboy.
G: I felt humiliated and betrayed and never trusted guys again…
S: you trust me?
G: I do. You are the only guy i can trust. Besides, I need to release my horny urges. I get high easily, thats the biggest problem!!!
G blushed at her own crude language and looked at me with the most horny eyes before spreading her legs wider apart till they formed a V shape, revealing her wet honeypot and that juicy engorged clit. She then grabbed her own legs and pull them back to reveal her freshly waxed pussy and backside.
It was a wonderful wonderful magical sight, comparable to my earlier encounter with D. My dick felt choked with an overdose of iron and oxygen…
G: Please…
S: ….
There was silence as i anticipate my next move. In nanoseconds, my brain was busy calculating and decoding the password to access the future - can we maintain professionalism while @ work? I have a bright future ahead and could possibly be promoted and transferred to our global HQ… what if Finance and Accounting Dept finds out?
The password shot out in my head: Play-by-ear. Ah… How could i forget the golden rule in life?!
Without a word, i stick out my tongue and insert it into Ms G’s dripping pussy. She was now shaking non stop and moaning high as i kissed and paint very inch of her magical oyster and twirl my naughty horny tongue around her hardened clitoris. Ms G was on a roller coaster ride to lalaland.
As i paint her deeper, she clamped my head like a female wrestler and started bouncing on bed…. MAN! I was stuck in her Venus flytrap but my tongue kept tracing the vowels and alphabets on her smooth woman meat.
Suddenly she screamed and jerked uncontrollably before releasing me. My face was coated with her sweet school girl nectar and she was panting and covering her mouth to muffle her ecstatic moans.
Wasted no time, i put on the condom and positioned Ms G for a good fuck. She gave me an OK sign as I rolled her hips upwards and slide my curved purplish meat into that oh so creamy smooth love hole. That was a beautiful moment as we both moan and shouted words of vulgarities in Hokkien…
All i did then was to pump her in missionary, which was more than enough, given the violent sensation she was feeling down south. It was my first time having sex with Ms G and first time having sex with a young accountant. Her pussy was so fresh so horny and so tight… i tried my best to endure longer, but the sensation was too lusty that i had to give her a series of my deepest grinding penetration ever before shooting my warm healthy sperms like water jets into the condom.
We were totally spent but felt so relaxed in each other’s embrace, our legs coiling around like pythons and my semi erected penis caresses her smooth arse.
S: Care for another round in a different hole? i whispered as i squeezed hard on her firm young butts.
G: Hahaha man are you are sex maniac?! Ms G said slapping hard on my butts in return, before jumping up to grab her frameless spec and rushing to the toilet screaming, “OoOh… i need to shit big time!!”
We both burst into laughter as I join her in the toilet to check for any shit stain on my face. That’s my sassy colleague Ms G, part cute part weird and part sexy.
We spend some of the most exciting time together, as colleague and as my brief date, during our remaining 6 months together before she left for another company and i was transferred to the regional offices in Europe and Asia.
Whichever part of the world you are right now, i wish you well. My lovely Ms G
As I flipped through the pages of my life where youthfulness, ignorance and rampant sexual affairs thrived under the canopy of this busy Raffles Jungle, i made a decision to regain my sanity…
With Ms G’s departure, life crawls by lacking its past lustre. Something was missing in my life which made it unfulfilling, something was missing and i just cant seem to know what it was …. this was despite my strings of sexual affairs with D in her favourite staycation hotel and in my then first car, Honda Fit, as well as cohabiting with M on weekends and receiving her blowjobs in cinemas, library’s and even in the esplanade theatre.
Nevertheless, things have evolved to become ever more adventurous in this corporate playground, where regional colleagues from all walks of lives, cultures, nationalities, cup sizes and pussy smells come, stay and go.
In my eyes and in all due respect to HR, my company was truly a stepping stone for many of these talented locals and foreigners, including my Singapore office CEO, who fantasize the greener pastures and higher pay somewhere out there.
This come and go trend seemed especially apparent, when staff got wind of an impending restructuring that would be taking affect in less than 6 months … the leak from HR has sent waves of fear and frustration throughout the company and among elderly staff. I painstakingly sealed my lips when i overheard that Luse, being one of the lesser skilled, would be among the heads on the chopping board in the first phase of the exercise; i couldn’t bear to tell her back then…. (but thank goodness, she eventually stayed on using her strong negotiation skills, and till today she is still with the company as a very valuable employee, i believe
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For the ‘wiser’ ones who would choose to remain, many were either waiting to be axed and receive their rightful remuneration or were anticipating their transfers to a different department, but handling 2 or 3 person’s job. Everything seemed unpredictable.
Among my colleagues, Desiree and her neighbour Jade whined and bitched the most about their fate all day long… surprisingly, they were two of the sexiest and youngest OLs but when it came to gossip sharing, they were Queens. More about them later…
I was one of the few who have decided to stay put - but for neither of the reasons. I had a crystal clear vision of where i had wanted to go, what i would eventually do and what skills to master on my way there, but the time wasn’t right, i thought. I wanted to see, learn, experience and accumulate much more to become the person i wanted to become, before heading full steam towards my goal. I needed time. A couple of years more, perhaps 5, to reach my goals, provided i encounter unique opportunities or gui ren that would propel me further.
And came indeed, a unique opportunity and my shinning star.
I received a call one late afternoon from a familiar voice. It from Boss. My dear boss stationed in Beijing (I’m used to calling her by her first name ‘Abbey’). Abbey is my sophisticated boss, British, 38 years old, multi-lingua, electric blonde hair, fiercely green eyes and has a svelte figure that put many young women to shame… I had an intimate heart to heart conversation with her and she finally told me her reason for calling.
She wanted to presented her young manager and assistant with a once in a lifetime opportunity. Abbey asked if i wanted to take up the challenge to manage her Europe and Greater China portfolio, after she assumes her new term in office as Deputy COO in 3 months time, back in HQ London.
I was stunned; i was only a mid-level executive, and among the senior executives, mostly angmo high flyers and competitive korean and mainland chinese ladies holding doctorate titles. With this chance to ‘do a good job’ in boss’s simple word, i would become a young director of an MNC at the age of 26.
Abbey: Starbucks, i have trust in you and I believe you will not disappointment me.
S: I’ll do my best, Abbey.
Abbey: If you choose to agree - and you certainly have a choice to reject the offer, with which i would have to decide on my next best candidate - HR will draft you a new contract and advice you on your new salary package, benefits, and overseas accommodation.
S: Understood.
Abbey: Well, you may have to travel at least once a month to HQ, China and our offices in Europe.
S: Fine with me
Abbey: Dont be too sure. You have a girlfriend, Starbucks?
S: No boss, why?
Abbey: Good. Nothing, she’d be worried sick if you have to travel often, and especially to Beijing to discuss work with me, in the coming months…
S: I’m too young for one…
Abbey: I’m glad. I’ve just sent an email to Mona. Get the paper work done and i’ll see you in a while, ok? Off you go!
My heart sent out a surge of empowering excitement and i repeatedly punched my fists into the air in a victorious celebration no less dramatic than Nadal’s comeback win on clay.
“Hey look look, somebody siao already. He look like a mad man from golden shoes who found his wooden clogs!” Desiree pointed at me, prompting a laughing Jade to curse me silly in hokkien. In a spontaneous act, i acted like a ah siao playing guitar and hopped my way to their desk for some coins.
Both the ladies and the accounts department, including Luse, cried out hysterically and clapped their hands. “You never fail to make us laugh…” said Luse. The department was soon filled with laughter and energy. At that moment, i finally realised what i have lost…. with Ms G’s departure, i have lost my smile. My most precious smile.
At that moment, i finally realised what i have lost…. with Ms G’s departure, i have lost my smile. My most precious smile…
Carrying my briefcase, I took a long stroll along boat quay that evening, walking past fullerton and cutting through tourists who were busy snapping photos of bronze sculptures that depicts life during the colonial days.
It was an all-too-familiar nevertheless appealing sight along the river - with banks lit by colourful neon lightings from buzzing pubs and seafood restaurants and with calm waters reflecting the skylines of Singapore’s financial might.
At the point, i wonder how Ms G was doing …but resisted the urge to text her.
Heavy hearted and feeling slightly confused, I traced the path where the two of us travelled that quite evening, side-by-side, walking to the mid of cavenagh bridge, to that same spot where Ms G and I stood appreciating the night scenery under the faint blue moon. Drawing in a breath, i recalled our memorable moments together. Time stood still for a moment.
It was then her last day of work in her first full-time job after graduating; it should have been a memorable day. It was a shame that none of her colleagues had planned nor suggested any farewell party or whatever activity on that day, although there was a couple of sincere handshakes. Ms G, Luse and I took the opportunity for a long lunch break at Sakae sushi that afternoon. We have a very memorble lunch. Unpredictably, it also turned out to be one of our last lunch outings together, for unknown to everyone including myself, I would be kept busy all the way till my transfer to Beijing and subsequently Zurich and Berlin).
That evening, Ms G had made a small request to hold my hand, knowing well that it could be her last time doing so. I did not say a word nor reject her advance. It seemed like a natural thing to do. I would have done the same without her asking. She was such a lovely lady, whose presence i’ve grown so accustomed to over the years that her 2-week resignation notice came as an abrupt blow and made me questioned my reason for coming to work smiling since then.
Caressing her face, I looked into her eyes, with words that were at the tip of my tongue… yet i lacked the courage to say it out. My detestable rationale was the cowardly fear of falling in love, entering a new relationship… Ms G shook her head and glanced at me, her eyes welling up before giving me a faint parting smile. I was a jerk or was i not? If i had been honest with myself, i would have revealed my feelings for Ms G. That windy evening, memories of our laughter, happiest of times together as colleagues and intimate friends… I was very tempted to tell her “I’m in love with you”.
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Sometimes, words and expressions are clumsy at best; i’d rather share these beautiful classics.