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screwu
Keep on writing TS. If you added a few
pics or fotos may bring back the crowds.
Support Support Support
thanks! i tempted to put , i have many
but very disrespectful to them even if blur out their faces. they were once my old flame after all.
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massage1001
With or without photo you have my support
Thanks bros! Appreciate the feedback. Shall update whenever I’m free.
I had a very short fling with a sexy Pakistani lady many years back. Yes, Pakistani lady. She is a super liberal girl. Very hard to imagine a liberal Pakistani woman if you haven’t been to the country or know their culture. Most girls there are obedient to a fault, being heavily oppressed by their fiercely chauvinistic husbands, fathers, brothers, cousins, neighbours… Most women are born Muslims but this girl, let’s call her Sahara for sammyboys sake, isnt. She refused to accept Islam as a religion just because she’s born into a Muslim family. She’s a fiesty, independent, vocal modern lady. One who has hopes amd dreams. Her look is perfect 10. She looks like a desert goddess. Miss Universe calibre. Sharp nose, soul chilling eyes, fair skin, slender figure, tall and long black hair. Her breast are very bouncy when she walks. If shes naked in your dream, you will 7 holes bleed on bed. But because shes no push over, guys don’t dare mess up with her, not even her brothers.
We are of the same age, clicked very well, worked under the same big company, same as Snow (if you read my post). But they were from different departments. Sahara was from communications. I had to work closely with her and the comms managers as I was in charged of the AP markets, including Pakistan. Her monthly visit to Singapore meant that every time she comes I have to pick her up, show her around like her Ahmad. I don’t have to do that, not my job, but I don’t know and can’t remember how by default it became mine. Those fat comm girls simply zobolan…
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Truthful
enjoyed reading your story, look forward to more updates.
Thanks! Diligently updating during lunch!
I enjoy going out with Sahara cos she has many interesting stories to share about her countrymen. Plus shes always unusually chatty around me, perhaps due to my calm yet attentive nature. She loves the myriad cultures in Singapore, always thanking me for introducing her to new experience, such as bringing her to peranakan museum and savouring authentic peranakan food. I even brought her to watch getai and I remembered her laughing along with the crowd even though she couldn’t understand a word.
She’s really having a blast outside of Pakistan. She’s enjoying her life. Sahara could tell that our mutual fascination, coming from two very different individuals and backgrounds would probably lead to something more… She also could tell I’m horny, like the men and goats in Pakistan. But I can control myself, respect her like a true gentleman and practice good mannerism. She once remarked I’m world’s apart from her chauvinistic suitors, who can’t wait to get into her pants and degrade her after sex.
During an evening stroll by Clarke Quay on a windy Friday, sipping tea as we enjoy each others company, she gave me a unusual look, she looked different…in a good way, which I can’t explain. “I haven’t found my equal yet” she sighed, inching closer as I listened intently. “But I don’t see the need anymore,” she said. She just wana follow her heart when she’s overseas, be herself and do whatever she wants, unrestricted and unrestrained by the lens of society. She then turned and gave me a mischievous wink I’ll never forget. I instantly felt a familiar tingle inside my boxers.
For all the thoughtful acts of introducing her to Chinese teahouse, foot massage (which she love), cupping and dimsum, out of personal time and expenses, she wana reciprocate my kindness by telling me “bedtime stories”. I got her hint right away. I’m sure she enjoyed seeing my act blur tiko look. “So, is that a yes?” she teased. I gave her my million dollar smile and nodded shyly.
Reached Merchant court, the standard corporate package my HR would arrange for her everytime she comes. She awkwardly ushered me in, took turns to shower and cuddled up like long-distance lovers. Sweet talks and passionate kisses followed. She’s a fantastic kisser. Her fleshy lower lips with her sensual moan make kissing and foreplays thoroughly stimulating. Moaning wherever my tongue travels, she feels sensitive everywhere, from tits to waist to groin. Her moans will get especially loud when I kissed behind her ears and neck. Repeated caressing in those areas will make her scream and wriggle in bursting wetness.
My dear girl has a pair of beautiful large knockers, which she firms up with expensive support bras. Cup C, fills up my whole palm. Her nipples are cute and pinkish like young strawberries. Those missiles rubbing my face always gave me the ultimate erections. The colour contrast of her nipples against her fair body, and round hips make her look like a lifesize sex doll. I gently parted and slide my finger along her dripping pussy, as she begged me for mercy. Legs clamping my hand, screaming for help as she can’t take it anymore. The trust between us was strong and she willingly submit herself, gave me complete control and access to her sweet vulnerable body, a body that her suitors can only fantasize.
Her moans got louder as if to musk the wet squirting sound from my naughty digging. I capped myself and gave her a good ride. My first time inside a super warm pussy, very wet also, but the grip was there. Maybe its her pussy muscles or infrequent sex… She intentionally gave me a good grip throughout. I hugged her tight tight, kisses her earlopes and pumped her slow and deliberate. I had two shots. She came twice. It was no doubt late night sex and the dawn of our unusual friendship.
She secretly summoned me for bedtime stories in her next 6-7 visits. It was a precious little secret we excitingly guarded and a motivation that kept us going while others lost their cool in our hectic work schedule. But a clear line was always drawn between work and play. We worked hard, we argued our points and stance with conviction and never compromise to satisfy each others ego. It’s either do it or scrape it. We make decisions fast. It’s our work style. We became the yang guo and xiaolongnu at work; and on bed.
Often, my dear girl loves to take charge and ride me wild and crazy. That’s her favourite position and mine too, since I am very turned on by her bouncy tits and horny, tak boleh tahan look when she rides my cock. Her belly dancer hips gyrating above mine also makes her pussy warmer and tighter.
We hugged each other in tears on our last evening outing, at Singapore flyer. That was the last time we saw each other again. My beautiful Sahara, whom I now call sis and still chatting actively on fb, would be relocated to the states. I can still feel her loving embrace and smell that nice vanilla scent on her cardigen that evening. She’s now happily married. Settled down in US, have with 2 lovely kids. I miss the good old days in my ex company. I miss our secret bedtime stories. I will always cherish the memories.
Helped Cathy move house recently. Sold her condo somewhere in town, moved in with daughter into a resale hdb. Gave her a much needed help as her daughter was overseas and none of her church friends available. She never fail to give me good advise, saving me a lot of unnecessary mistakes at work and in life, this is the least I could do for my “mentor”. I was also the only one helping her bring stuff back from office the day she was served her retrenchment letter. It was something she looked forward to having worked for donkey years without a break. Now she can finally relax and enjoy her handsome retrenchment benefit.
Cat is 50 but face and body look 40. About 1.6m. Rosy cheeks, sexy voice, always tie pony tails. She’s fiercely private, hardly shares her private life with colleagues. Divorsee, independent, exudes class, gave great insights to my chairman. This explains why he’s so fond of her and why she’s given a non executive directorship even after her departure.
Cathy maintains her figure very well, dancing zumba, doing yoga and active swimming. Slim arms, waist and legs. She’s a headturner (which head, I leave it to you) at her age, especially in those wolverine damaged zumba outfit. What I find her most attractive is that foxy, slutty, cfm face. She does look like some rich men’s mistress. Ten years her junior, I often lost myself in lusty daydreams, and zoned out as usual, whenever I hear her voice on the phone.
Recent weather was terrible. In fact, Singapore weathers always crappy as usual. Never ideal for shifting house. I took 2 days leave to help her shift, unpack and tidy up. Good thing is that she has few items but tons of clothes and shoes. I wore my singlet and running shorts that day. When all was done at 3pm, I was sweating like a swine, panting on her sofa, dazed by the heat. She slumped beside me, complained of exhaustion and the next moment, just like that, she passed out. I thought the joker playing prank… Then I started panicking cos I thought she died. Can’t blame me watched too much movies. Slap her face, check her breathing.
First thing comes to mind, heat stroke. Cos her face and body warm. Rest her on sofa. No ice, wet the towels (she has a lot), cool her neck, head, armpit and groin, shake her repeatedly until she regained consciousness about a minute later. No 100plus. Pinched some salt, finger stir in water, tell her drink. She said likely low blood sugar cos she skipped breakfast. Direct me to her pouch, took out himalaya sweet, popped 2 in her mouth. I sat beside her, watch her lay down rest quietly for 5 mins. I was scared but having semi hardon as I gentle removed the wet towels.
“Lucky you around, if I die here nobody knows” she said. I LOL, slapped her thighs, so smooth and steam-chicken fair, pinched it sadistically and replied: “Lucky you alive, if you die, I’m fucked.” She laughed so hard she got up and gave me a hug, whispered thank you and gave her dear brother 3 loud smacking kisses. Left cheek, right cheek and finally a tongue to tongue kiss. This old ginger really experienced, plays her card well, handles virginboys like me so effortlessly.
I gentle rub my hands against her chest to feel her tits as we kissed. It was supremely sexy.She parted lips, grabbed my erected dick hard, shoke it and told me not to be naughty. She then ask me where to go for lunch. Yes. Just like that, our fun ended.
Nothing much happened after that cock tease. No sex. No kissing or intimacy, no clear signal whether to go ahead or stop. Just the usual dirty jokes and occasional sexy videos on WhatsApp. She knows I’m already married. Doesn’t want to take risk. She knows some of my little secrets too, so at the moment just treat me as her BFF and someone she can confide, including her occasional sexual fantasy. While she’s finally beginning to open up her sexual life bit by bit, it takes time to heal her scars. Her hubby ran away for another woman decades ago, resulting in her suspicion and hatred for men in general, including men who are attracted to her looks. As far as I know she is half dating an older man, meeting once a while for meals and drinks. No sex involved.
For me, dear Cathys my good old friend. Yes she’s desirable and hot. If she gives I will take. If no give, I can wait or just be her faithful buddy. At this age, friendship comes first, it’s so much more lasting and precious than just sex and hi-byes. Ironically, had i placed sex or pure pleasure before other things, I wouldn’t have enjoyed so much fun with so many girls till today. I have learnt to treat them as humans with flesh and blood, not commodities to be traded however I feel like. Like my old man once said “be good to your friends and one day, surprise as you might find, they will return in kind.”
The end of my sharing with Cathy, for now. Will update you guys if theres any progress. I still have a few fond memories and case studies to pen, but let’s see.
Confused Maid
Rose is undoubtedly the most confused pussy I have ever met. She’s indo. A maid. Staying in 6th avenue. Befriended her online, display pics pretty. Round forehead, fair complexion, big fat juicy lips - the fattest I’ve ever come across - full of omega 3. Once I see this type of lips…. I mai tu liao. Turbo chat. On the offensive. Try to close the deal record time.
Tits small butt flat who cares. This type of lips and grip, bj very shiok. Sure zng your sex drive, make you a better man. Very surprisingly, rose replied my chat though I no put display pics. From chat to fone, within 3 working days I’m ready to close. She said she Christian, don’t meet guys, bad experience, no sex… but will meet me see how. Met her Sunday, turn left turn right, cannot find her in the sea of maids at train station.
Suddenly one girl around me height popped up. She wearing thick specs, hair tied up, t shirt, jeans. I was quite taken aback. Different from pic. Skin dark, face many pimples, quite skinny. Those foto enhancing apps really power, make her look like novel girl face. But I recognised her big fat lips and her really round butt, which looks v sexy with her skinny frame and long body.
Rose was super shy. Keep starring in floor, no eye contact. Had lunch with her, all the time keep talking about her church, her faith, her conservative family… I ask her rest at hotel since got time, but she hesitant. Wana go, don’t wana to go. Ultimately said wet wet below, let’s go. We walked into hotel with my hand resting on her butt and her body closed to mine. She already took out her employment pass. But late afternoon, queue long, waiting time 45mins. She said too long, need to go back. Sale experience tells me if this time no chance, next time a lot harder. Blue chip also must let go. I smiled and said ok next time.
Otw back on train, she act very girly. Keeping looking at me like first time fall in love. Touchy lovey. Kept reminding if next time meet go hotel. I very happy of cos, at least effort not wasted.
After alighting, this crazy girl gave me a surprise. Dashed back in, kissed me on lips and dashed out before door shut. Many aunties stunned, look at me and gossiped. Gd grief. I felt shamelessly molested in public. Same night, she called me, crying. Said very cruel. Text me a pic of a fetus on a palm. Said her friend, another maid, went abortion, took this foto. Bf wear condom but she still pregnant, no choice but abortion, go back indo.
I googled and told her please leh this foto found in google, don’t talk cock. She said real foto, friend showed her (brought the bloody fetus and showed her before they throw away in rubbish bin). Thought I born yesterday. I duno what to say. No reply her. A day later, she text ask my forgiveness, confessed she lied. She found stupid excuse to avoid going hotel.
I assure I’m cool. Everythings ok. Life goes on. Delete her number and moved on. Just my luck. Life’s never a bed of rose.
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heehua
Very nice updates bro, camping for more
Glad to hear thanks bro.