Hello all.
The following story is 99% true and I will be writing in the perspective of myself, the feelings of a girl most guys will never care about and just want to fuck.
I broke up with my boyfriend when I was 18. Young, naive, and depressed, I went into clubbing in an attempt to drown my sorrows and get over him but my life changed 360 degrees ever since. If I could turn back the clock, I would never have started clubbing and would never have touched alcohol. Dozens and dozens of mistakes I made were under the influence of alcohol and I regret them too much..
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Fast forward to that fateful night, I went to Zouk with this bunch of guys whom I barely knew (naive, I know, stupid, I know, giving him the wrong idea, I know but that was just what I was back then, and I’ve learnt it the hard way) and after drinking a bit of alcohol, I was engaging in a fierce tongue fight with one of the cute guy in the group, with all the other friends cheering for him. Thinking back, I must have looked like a cheap slut but I was too naive to know. Let’s called him David. We went on for hours and hours till it was the end of the night when he finally asked me to go back home with him.
“Who do you think I am?! Do I look cheap to you, like I’d go to random people’s house?” I snorted.
“Uh… No, I just really like you and want you to spend the night with me.” He breathed.
I really thought it could be just cuddles and I was lonely and needed some. The hardest part about being in a relationship for too long and suddenly becoming single again was getting used to being alone. Getting used to no good morning and good night kisses, snuggles, cuddles, and hugs… Getting used to the cold that was once warm.
I gave in and went to his house, making a mental note to ensure that I would never let him do anything more than cuddles.
He snuck me into his house and we went onto his bed. We laid there talking for a while before he started kissing me. By now, the alcohol effect has not worn off and I was still “high”. Having just started clubbing, my liquor tolerance was rather low. ‘Well, no harm letting him kiss me now since we have kissed a gazillion amount of times back at Zouk’ I thought to myself. But it did not stop there. As our tongues lock and tempo and passion increase, I could feel myself getting hornier. After all its been so long since I’ve last had sex. He used his hands to stroke my hair softly and caress my soft breasts. My breathing was getting heavier and I was thinking whether to ask him to stop, but I was too green and too confused and did not know how to reject, I just let him did whatever he had to do.
Sensing there was no resistance, he started to fondle with my nipples with his left hand, slowly making them erected to ensure that I was responsive of his touch. His right hands swiftly took off my pants and his fingers slowly entered me. ‘Ahh……… This is heavenly!’ I thought to myself, biting my lips, cheeks flushing. It felt wrong yet good at the same time. By now it was too late to reject because I was turned on myself. Very soon, we were both fully naked and he capped on a condom and fucked me missionary, slowly, sensually, gently, yet going deeply into my vagina with each thrust. I moaned soft sexy moans and licked his ears and kissed like long lost lovers. I feel like I’m starting to fall in love because it just felt so right.
It was over after 10 minutes. We put on our clothes and snuggled up with each other again. “Love you”, he whispered to my ears. My eyes lit up. “Really?” I asked. He nodded and kissed me on my forehead and ask me to stay for the night. I agreed and fell asleep a happy girl, with someone beside me for the first time after so long.
Our affair went on for a month and he was super sweet, we behaved like couples. He told me he loved me everyday. I would stay over at his place over the weekends and actually communicated with his parents a few times, they knew me as David’s “girlfriend”, so I always thought he was serious with me. He was in NS back then and only booked out in the weekends so we always tried to make full use of our time together. Once he had to stay awake for 24 hours for idk-what-thing (related to NS), and could not book out in the weekends. However, he was granted one Wednesday night out. This meant that we would not be able to see each other for two weeks if he did not meet me on Wednesday, which was after 24 hours of him not sleeping.
Nevertheless, he assured me that meeting me was of utmost priority and he would rather meet me as a zombie than go two weeks without seeing me. I felt super touched and was really happy about it. Prior to this, I had consulted a few of my friends but they all told me to not trust him because of the setting we met in, yet I refused to listen. ‘If he wanted sex, he had already gotten it, so why is he not giving me the cold treatment yet?’ I thought naively. We met up at Vivocity MacDonald’s before heading to the club. You got that right, the two of us went to club together, alone. Just the two of us. Since it was ladies’ night and ladies drinks were free flow and being the noob that I was, I got rather high quite quickly and tried to grind him. But he started becoming pissed, complaining that he was tired and wanted to go home, complaining that he should be sleeping instead of here, complaining that all I cared about was clubbing instead of his feelings.
At 2.30am, he dragged me out of the club to his home. His Mom nagged at me for drinking too much. I smiled meekly, apologised, and went to his room. He fucked a dead fish that night because I was too drunk and barely had the energy to move, I just moaned softly. There were no kisses, no hugs, no warmth that night. He became distant overnight. I went home the next morning and he did not even give me a goodbye hug. I texted him and his response were weak, slow, and cold, claiming he was tired. Then it slowly faded off into zero replies no matter how much I spammed him. I did not understand, I felt so confused. Was everything all a lie? He told me he loves me everyday, there was so much affection and connection every time we looked at each others’ eyes or kissed. How could everything reduce to nothing overnight? Why did he have to do this to me? Did he really do everything he did in the name of lust? How could someone be so cruel…. You literally fucked up a young, innocent girl because of your selfishness… I was so hurt.
For weeks, I would go to clubs and get myself dead drunk till I had to be carried out of the club and sent back home. I was often labelled a ‘burden’ by my friends and it came to a point where nobody wanted to club with me. (LOL) I would lay on the floor of the club’s vicinity and cry my bloody eyes and sorrows out and spam call him. But he never did return my call. It was as if he vanished from the surface of the Earth. After the initial few weeks, I started to recover and had a clearer mind. I sincerely, believed, from the bottom of my heart (STILL), that our relationship was real and genuine and he meant everything he said. But I messed things up in between and he decided to call it off silently, well that was okay… I got it that I am not good enough for him.
I remember one night I was out clubbing at Dream with two guy friends (no more girl friends want to club with me any more for being a “burden”
). Once again drunk, I set by the river of Clarke Quay and called him numerous times. He did not pick. I was going almost berserk, sobbing hysterically, throwing my phone, clenching my fist and grabbing my hair.. Trying to feel alive. “Stop calling him! He doesn’t fucking care about you. He doesn’t fucking care about you at all. Get the fuck up and be strong for yourself, its over.” My friend Roy screamed, hugging me to calm me down. They sent me home safely afterwards.
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I really thought the relationship was real despite his sudden disappearance. I thought he may have some unknown difficulties that he did not want to voice out, or that his feelings faded after that day and he had no courage to talk to me. But whatever happened in between was real, I really thought so…. Until I meet his best friend.
I met his best friend under my block two months later, and we talked for two hours about clubbing, drinking, mutual friends, and finally to the topic of players. “Was David serious with me back then?” I asked nervously. “No he was never, he is a player, he loves to play, he was playing you from the start and everything he said was a lie.” He replied with a stoic expression, as if I was not human, as if I had no feelings, as if he did not care that I was going to shatter that very minute. I almost collapse then and there, I was too shocked to react and stayed silent for two full minutes. As I recovered from shock, anger and ego started to get the better of me and I broke into a grin, “I was playing him too!”
I made an excuse to go home. Nevertheless we continued to text daily, let’s call him Nick. He became a shadow of David and I was slowly falling for him, all over again..
Whilst growing up, Mom always taught me to be wary of strangers. But Mom, why didn’t you tell me to guard against these wolves who act like your friends?
I was a Girl Next Door. 18, young, naive. I used to have long black hair and wore simple spaghetti dresses to club. Nevertheless, I had my fair share of men hitting on me. Once again the weekends came, and this time it was Mansion with two of my girlfriends. I knew Nick and David was going to be there so I dolled up a bit more. I wore a floral crop top which revealed a bit of my cleavage, tight bandage skirt to expose my soft creamy legs, and a pair of shiny heels with my hair curled up. Heads turned as I reached the entrance of Mansion with my girlfriends. ‘I will make David regret for dumping me because I am hot’ I thought to myself. My girlfriends knew what I wanted to do and supported me.
We were there at 11pm downing Vodka glasses by glasses, and during this whole time I was texting Nick. When he told me he was reaching, I walked to the entrance of Mansion with my girlfriend and pretended to smoke. As I saw them walked past me, some of their friends stared at me and appeared shocked since they knew who I was. I acted nonchalantly and flicked my cigarette and strutted back in with my head held high. Wow, that felt good to act like I don’t give a fuck. I thought it would get me back a bit of dignity for all that I lost.
Immediately after this, Nick texted asking me why I acted like we were strangers. I replied saying that Men should make the first move so he should have called me out, but he mischievously said David might get angry if he knew about us.
By 1am, Nick was asking me for alcohol (damn cheapskate, no money don’t club please). I was stupid enough to give and after we got high, we danced together at the dance floor and kissed. David happened to walk past (this was what I had planned), saw us, pointed the middle finger to his best friend, and walked off seemingly pissed. Nick just smirked, shrugged, and continued dancing. Occasionally we frenched and his groin would brush my perky little ass. I was rather confused why David seemed pissed, I mean why would he if he was playing me from the start? I did not let it bother me and continued on my mission of getting back my dignity, as much as I did like Nick a little. I wanted David to think that I am a cheap slut and was not serious in him from the start. I rather he think I am a cheap slut who would grind and kiss any guys than thought he had successfully played me. Thinking back, that was really foolish and crazy of me, ha ha ha.
Soon Nick left on the pretext that he had to check David up because he was drunk. I nodded, good friend I thought. It may be a sign of a good Men (unlike David?) I continued drinking through the night until I receive after text from Nick. ‘Wait for me and we go off together later, ok?’
I agreed and we were on the cab. We were silent on the cab, as if we both knew what was going to happen. He called out his house address, which was near to mine, and said nothing. I said nothing too. It was a night of mixed emotions, a little happy that I seemingly made David pissed, a little confused as to why he was pissed, a little disgusted with myself for appearing cheap, yet a whole load of loneliness ensued and I deeply wanted someone to be there. I did not care any more. Once again I made a mental note to myself to not allow him to advance any further from cuddles, which of course I failed.
We managed to cuddle through the night without doing anything. But once morning came, Nick became rather insistent. He was all over me despite my meek cries of “No…. No.. I don’t want, really. Stop.. No.” He pinned me down with his body and licked my neck, ears, and groped my breasts and ruffled against my forbidden fruit, all this while sitting on top of me. I could clearly feel his raging hard-on. I felt overpowered, and surrendered. Whatever… Let him do what he wants then. I returned the kiss and he took of my skirt and fingered me, making sure it was becoming moist. My skirt was tight and needed time to be pulled down, during this whole time I was struggling softly and hoping he would stop, but he did not. Finally it came off. So did his pants. He entered me and honestly he was a super bad fuck. I laid there just moaning softly while caressing his bare back. Whatever the fuck am I doing to myself….
After the deed, he rested for about 15 minutes before asking me to go home. Shocked and the realisation that he would probably be another David (perhaps worse or better, but he totally made it apparent that I was his fuck buddy or sex toy or whatever you call this kind of sick relationship) dawned upon me. I forced him to send me to the bus stop and give me a hug. I took the bus and left..
WTF kena fuck for free still got to take bus home myself? That is downright cheap and degrading.
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Originally Posted by
Johnbass
And wtf… You have another thread selling used panties…
As the story progress, you’ll have your wtf answered.
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sadsky18
ahhhhh
nice *story*
hope its just a story
to be a true just make one sad
Its a real story…. I thought it should be no surprise that you hear such stories around, especially after lurking around SBF for some time.
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KingOfNewbs
support support. guess your around 22ish now?
hope you find someone that treat you well.
I’m actually still stuck in the dark abyss and younger than 22.
Millions of thoughts raced past my mind as I took for what-seemed-like the longest bus ride home. Should I text him? Should I not? I don’t want to end up as a joke to both of them, getting played by two best friends… What a dumb girl they would have thought I am. I knew that guys discuss about sex all the time and like to talk about the girls they fucked. I feel so ashamed now that they could both bitch about their sex session with me. I most definitely will not be pleading Nick back like what I did to David to save my bit of dignity. I told myself that I would text him once to gauge his response before deciding on what to do next. “I reached home safely,” I typed. His response came after five minutes, pretty quick, I thought. I almost felt happy until I clicked onto the message, “Ok.” That was all. He did not bother to initiate any conversation any more, like how he used to. My heart sunk.
I decided to not text him any further so that I could resume my plan of portraying myself to be a cheap slut who fucks around. Once again, I thought that I would rather them think I was someone easy than to let them know that they, two best friends, had successfully destroyed the same girl emotionally. To this day, I do not know if it was the right decision.
The torment that Nick put me through was not as bad as David’s. I never really had hopes of him loving me or treating me as a potential girlfriend at all. He never gave me false hopes. So I needed zero closure from him. It was very apparent to me that I was nothing but a one night stand. It was both good and bad because whilst it was easier for me to get over (within a couple of days), I felt like thrash. I never felt this way before, no guy made me feel this worthless before. I felt sick thinking about the possibility of David telling Nick about my performance on bed, and perhaps that was why Nick wanted to try me… Oh my god, I want to throw up. I shuddered at the thought of it and forced myself to quit thinking.