I did not meet kakak at the airport as I suspected mum went in the morning, so that she could report to her old friends that everything went smoothly as planned. But I did call her to wish her a safe flight and told her to check her luggage pocket.
Kakak left Singapore that same morning I took leave to meet wacko wati, for the last time this year (and very possibly this life). I’m used to people come and go. I trust fate and her arrangements for me as much as I trust my dedication to make people’s lives a little easier and breathable.
Wati told me she would leave by end July, register marriage with bf in her hometown shortly after (she said register at women’s side according to tradition) and start procreating for their family. It is her last chance, a deadline he sets, failing which he would choose a younger women to bear him the 3 kids he always wanted. While Wati is ever confident of bearing him two kids, at the age of 34, she is stressed and bothered by the deadline and his ’now or never, take or leave’ attitude, which added to her sleepless nights and eye rings.
“Somemore after marriage, must wear tudong, cover up, cannot go facebook, " she complained, sulking. I told her this guy gila, tell her reconsider but wish her happy marriage. Wati is stressed like cornered rat. It’s written all over her face. Poor thing. We met, ordered eggs and coffee and headed straight to our rendezvous point.
The kanchiong spider made a fool of herself again at the hotel (if you read my earlier post). In fact, way before we reached hotel, she kept shoving me her EP at the 711 counter, when I was paying for my drink. Upon reaching, as I checked in at reception, she zoomed off, cover mouth headed straight to lift, kept pressing button like disaster coming. I had a good laugh looking at receptionists puzzled expression. The two Indonesian tourists sitting at the sofa facing recep looked cluelessly at her…
We spent 3 hours inside. She had multiple rounds of orgasm and I thoroughly enjoyed her new tightness as she has been doing her kegal exercises daily in order to please and surprise her future husband. Wati has also been massaging her breasts to make them larger. I really enjoyed her young school girl body. We took naked selfies as souvenirs before I pound her silly for the second time. I cum hard within minutes. We were sweaty, bathing twice and laughing as we fondled. It was a happy last sex. We kissed with love, hugged naked and fell into slumber.
I was drained to the point when I couldn’t stand straight on mrt on my way home. She went for early dinner as there was nobody home. Her boss went for vacation. She reached home, lay flat on bed, napped for 2 hours before sending me a text: ‘Thank you for the nice memories abang. I will always remember you.’
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do share more of this nice story!
Thank you all for your encouraging comments. Been overseas, visited a highly dangerous country, IMO, where I have to be very careful and vigilant about the sites I visit or risked being persecuted. Will update whenever there’s chance. Keep well folks.
Intelligent Irfah
For the first time in donkey years, I actually had someone awaiting my arrival when I touched in Singapore this morning. Not my wife, not my family member, but intelligent irfah, a not so close, not so friendly online chatter I befriended and dated twice a month back.
An unusually cold, quiet, smart indo, irfah, 35, is a super hard nut to crack. Yes she’s a maid but this lady macham knows all men’s pattern and tricks. Always high on guard, all serious and no jokes, brushing aside naughty suggestions. She speaks and act like a pro salesmen, with calculated risks. If not for her protruding butt, I would have suspected she’s some type of alien (just watch MIB in Shanghai hahaha) due to her face.
It ain’t because of her looks. In fact she looks a tiny bit like Joanne peh. A bit kiampa face. She’s tall at 1.75m, my height, walks with a slight limp, figure so so. I think she has no boobs cos they look so tiny. Shoulders broad like a swimmer. But she has a really sexy big mouth. Met twice for coffee and chit chat, and twice I failed to close the sales (I usually close by the second, but most of the time on first date). It’s frustrating but will share more about her in later post since no major progress.
She was able to come out cos boss holiday 1 week in BKK. And boy she a great friend she is. Made me very touch. Im a sucker for personal touch. The moment I saw her smiling face outside arrival gate, my heart felt warm and fuzzy. I didn’t regret getting my PA to get all necessary gifts and souvenirs for friends and colleagues, including her birthday present, since she let wind of her birthday last week. Till now, I’d no idea what Sylvia bought her. It better be good or else her appraisal will kena deep deep in July.
We had coffee and cakes, brought her to jewel. She liked. Took some pics and focused her attention on my business trip and work. She’s the only girl, other than my dear L, who will ask about my work. I appreciate her concern. I do. I think irfah wants to find lasting love again, after breaking up with her Taiwanese bf of 4 years. She’s someone who expresses her love from the heart. Not from the body. This sufficiently explains why she’s never a touchyfeely person. Why she is careful never to cross the line, even in jokes. Imo, she’s too cautious. Maybe it’s the right thing to do for a girl.
Anyway, her heart softens when I showed her the birthday present and that handwritten card (Sylvia’s neat handwriting!) I grabbed her waist assuringly as we descend from escalator. In an unexpected moment, she leaned over gave me a warm wet kiss, followed by another. Her so soft juicy wide warm lips engulfed my mouth like a loving mother. My heart fluttered. Everything took place so smoothly and swift. It felt like a dream.
It’s a good lead. I made a note to follow up persistently and close on multiple attempts. Never give up. That’s the mark of a top sales guy. Will update you guys with more developments in future. Meanwhile will start my story of Mila, my latest squeeze. Stay tuned.
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this is a nice story ts, waiting for more juicy updates.
Thanks for reading. This will be a slightly lengthy post without conclusion as ongoing events unfold. Will update as soon as there are fruitful developments.
Mila
Mila has the habit of frowning whenever she laughs. It’s her trademark which I find irresistibly seductive. Her crystal bright eyes frames by a pair of dark expressive eyebrows spell danger and deep passion for the man she picks to toy, taste and tease.
Wild yet innocent. Fun yet serious. Irritating yet so darn loveable, she managed to squeezed herself into my little heart meant for my one and only L. Small nose. Small mouth and symmetrical features, she looks fair and naturally attractive without make up. With make up on, she looks like a Mongolian model. She’s 1.6m not tall not short just nice. I can confidently say she resembles yukee chen 99% in her mischievous princess zhao min character in 倚天屠龙记2019. In short, playfully attractive.
A rich man daughter from Jakarta, mila is half Chinese. Her mother, remarried and migrated to US. She studies music in an established arts school here. Though a spoilt princess, spending lavishly on highstreet labels and tiny Michelin food on giant plates, enjoying the time of her life at the marriageable age of 24, she’s very sensible and mature from the way she speaks. Very hard for young men to handle her, especially Singaporeans, so she says. Need temper, experience and a wicked sense of humour to tame this gila babi. She’s sick and tired of politely declining the advances from young buffy hunks, said behaviour ‘fucking childish and needy’, act tough outside but screaming for validation inside.
Got her number the same day she poked my waist outside MBS 711, mistaking me as her friend, Ricky, who was wearing the same pink shirt. I screamed wide awake without any coffee. We can’t help but break into laughter. I actually befriend Ricky first as he looked very friendly. It was only when I turned to mila, and noticed her smile did I feel that chill down my dick. Such familiar yet mistique gaze. I’m sure we’ve met, somewhere, perhaps eons ago on another planet. She must have casted spell on me because I found myself tour guiding them around and helping her carry her nespresso machine and capsules to her condo the following day, when she wanted to thank me over coffee at orchard.
Mila lives alone in a 4 room condo, a landmark along rivervalley Road. Stylish Grey White interior sparks her artsy fartsy vibe, oozing creative juice via a smiling monkey face smacked right in the centre of her living room. She misses boyboy, her baby macaque, an abandoned infant she found under a tree when she was a kid, near her grandmothers village in kalimantan. A BFF she adopted, play, climbed trees and swam with in the river everyday till he mysteriously disappeared days before she was to attend school in Jakarta. Heartbroken, her attachment to her bitter sweet childhood manifests in monkey soft toys, accessories and paintings, as well as her mischievous antic.
Her 3 sisters and father come for holiday once a month, staying a week everytime as they spy on her friends, especially guys, those of whom she invite to crash and get wasted together on weekends. Despite the party, she knows these friendship won’t last. Her street smartness make her years ahead of her Singaporean peers. She reveled plans to set up, market and franchise music schools in Jakarta in the next 10 years. Now, she just wana get her music degree, prove to dad she’s as capable as her sisters and enjoy her 20s, befriending influencial people who can enrich her life and sharpen her acumen.
For a sharp girl like her, I wonder if my mistaken identity at 711 was a coincidence after all.
Sorry for the late update. On my way to kl. Have an enjoyable weekend bros…
Nothing earthshaking happened inside her house. I like slow burns sometimes… She showed me around. I was very eager to see her units layout, her room, toilet and kitchen and dig info about her monthly rental and daily lifestyle. Not interested in property but recently my close friend has been asking if I am interested to co-invest in a duplex in bkk. Plus I was curious how a single girl living alone manage her laundry and keep house so clean. Her face does not look like someone who does a lot of housework.
She said simple. She eats out everyday. No need cook or buy things to prepare, just occasionally microwave instant claypot rice. Fridge only lemon, coke and her make up lotions. Throw everything inside washing machine. Tumble dry clothes. Use robot vacuum cleaner and get part time maid to mop and iron once a fortnight. She does not believe in sapping precious time and energy in chores to feel good about home ownership like most housewives. I agree. Told her I felt the same, commented its rare to find people this young with such clear sense of productivity and common sense.
She told me her father raised her to see the big picture in life, not to frustrate with details. This explains why she seldom complains and often takes responsibility and ownership of the problems she encounters, including losing her virginity to a third year senior, a local punk who flunked and dropped out, now working part time in a famous music retailer.
She also makes decisions fast. I asked if this is our last date since she had already thanked me over coffee. She looked at me with her large lipid eyes and an evil smile, her hand squeezing the back of my neck, she asked “Wow, so you want it to be last date huh?” I caught glimpse of her fair armpit from her sleeveless top said no… but I just wasn’t sure if she’s interested in dating older men. “But you like fresh young meat right?” she said in Chinese, trying to poke me like she did the morning before.
I moved close, almost hugging her. Grabbed her waist assuringly and gave her a peck on her cheeks. She didn’t reject, maybe didn’t know how to react. Smile awkwardly and retreated a little. I felt her heart fluttered. Maybe pussy too. I could tell from her body language she’s wet. I pressed the lift (direct to her unit), gave her a goodbye hug and another surprise kiss and laughed my way down to level 1. Well. Just another day in tropical paradise.
Did not receive any text from Mila for a week. Neither did I hear anything from Ricky. Almost forgotten their existence. My mind was preoccupied with new projects and large scale launches one after another in the region. I was also anxious in resolving obstacles my concubines encounter. Very funny. When kena problem, all kena at the same time. Whenever problem comes, whether concerning work issues, money problem or family dispute, not a single pussy wants to settle directly with employers, spouse or friends. All keep quiet, act cool. But after that come begging me for help. Boliao!
Each knows that if there is only one stupid dick in the world who will not see her die, it has to be me. What each didn’t know is that, Im banging head solving problem for her and the pussy next to her. Not just one. These ungrateful ccbs take my sympathy for granted, only to weep in remorse and regret when I severe ties decisive like samurais. The emperor gives chances. But once he cut ties, he doesn’t look back. The concubine deserves no attention and will be left on her own.
It was till I met Ricky and his gang outside esplanade library on a late Saturday afternoon that I realised what I felt missing but couldn’t find that whole week. Ricky, whom I suspect is gay, saw me from afar. Waved like a long lost friend, asked if I knew milas and her father was with them earlier and had gone to the Singapore flyer. He was scheduled for prostate surgery at Mount E next week. No wonder no news or text from her. Made up an excuse to decline Ricky’s invitation to dinner with his boys, all wearing short tight pants and spotting ear studs.
“Take care and don’t worry too much” I text her, assuming her gay boy already informed her of our encounter. Arranged for a meet up next week after her class somewhere in Orchard so she can visit her dad after that.
Meanwhile, I was feeling sexually frustrated. It always comes when I feel stressed. With most pussies unavailable, I met Mey, another Indonesian, at Paya Lebar Square the following day, a Sunday. An online chatter I befriended not too long ago but do not have the chance to meet, she had just finished her Sunday business management class for foreign workers in Singapore. Mey was a very liberal lady, mother of 4, smokes, a 大姐大 among her friends. Around 1.65m. Very fair. Dress like a butch, always wear black, wear a bandara, boobs super big. D cupper. We went for fast food with her 2 other hijab wearing young maids. They were visually teasing her as if Mey and I were already an item, and excused themselves to go shopping.
Mey was game for anything but chicken out when I told her to ask her employer to return her EP and passport. Otherwise we cannot go hotel. She was afraid that her employment would be affected if she asked. I showed her MOM regulation that maids have to bring along ep for identification but she brushed it aside and made up excuses. With low chance of bedding her (I didn’t see the need to book a full day room) I brought her to Geylang serai, held her hand, led her to a quiet corner near staircase. We kissed and smooched. My hands went under her t-shirt, pull down her bra and grab her boobs. Fucking big. Very smooth. Her tits a little wet also cos she’s sweating. She squeezed that thing in my pants. Hanky panky 10 mins and left. Too hot. I walked with hard on to mrt, looking every angle a desperate fool.
Despite her maturity, 1 year older than me, Mey has common moodswings. Keep asking me to be her bf, despite knowing that she will never ask boss for her EP. I like her humongous smooth tits but don’t foresee molesting them in hot staircase everytime we meet. Booking a full day room isn’t economically sustainable. I stopped messaging her altogether.
If only Mila has tits as big as Meys… Milas a b cupper. Not big not small. Enough to make me excited as her nipples point up excitedly due to her firm tight skin. Met her at her condo on Thursday late afternoon, asked me to help carry dad’s items, among which include his hp charger and diary. I hugged her from behind, kissed her neck. She closed eyes and enjoy. No resist no struggle. Kept quiet. I don’t know whether she liked it or didnt know how to react. I said weather hot. She asked if I wana shower. I pull her in, she tied her hair, I pulled down her yoga pants, she reached into my underwear, grab my hard member and we continued kissing and toying our privates.
I gently unhooked her bra and touched her very firm boobs. Beautiful nipples. Small like 5 cents. She’s amazingly beautiful. Sweet young girl. Skin creamy colour. Armpit delightfully flawless, undergone laser hair romoval. I was very surprised and happy her pussy is also silky smooth. The smoothest I come across. She said hair won’t grow back at least still 6 months time. My kiss travel down inch by inch till I’m squatting directly in front of her fair pussy, looking innocently at me. Stick out my tongue gave her hell. She cried and tremble in joy.
Carried her to bed, kiss her whole body and supermodel armpit like no tomorrow, I no bring condom didn’t wana risk, made her do 69, licked and dig her till she screamed high pitch. She’s a smooth criminal. Very skillful lady. Almost toothless grip on my 41 year old sugarcane. It didn’t take long before I also reached point of no return. Gave her pussy and ass one strong lick and shot out my warm essence of chicken.
She continued sucking me willingly in her warm loving mouth. But eventually went toilet spit out, smiling asked how come taste sweet. She said cum 3 times. I hugged her like a treasure. She said she love the way I kissed her. “You are such a gentleman” Felt so tender and different, so loving so sexy (I didn’t tell her I learn from my lesbian friend Gemma, who told me to go very slow and deliberate like acting). I kissed her head, wholebody felt so relaxed after cumming.
The stuff how I asked. She said nvm, will bring to hospital next day. We no hold hands, strolled like polite lovers to GWC for dinner. “Thank you so much” she, beamed rosy in love, patted my bums as I boarded the bus a smiling man.
That entire night, I remembered having weird dreams of sex with different person. Very exhausting, it was as if I didn’t sleep at all….
Sent my wife to airport this morning. She took leave next week to accompany her second sister for a short vacation to Japan. My sister in law had screaming competition with husband over money and business failure, on the verge of divorce. I pity that man. Such a nice chap. Humble, honest and faithful. Work hard put in so much effort for his business and pleases his wife like queen, acede to her every request, but end up being henpecked. My wife and her sisters all one kind. Spoiled by parents since young and self-entitled.
Had man talk with him over our favourite nasi lemak in Changi village. We are close like brothers in arms. Maybe because we share similar situation but thank God I refused to go into joint venture earlier with them as I know my SIL pattern. Told him to take it easy. Share my wisdom in communicating skillfully with woman like our wives. Of course I didnt impart him my level 99 kungfu to destress and find nirvana from within. This guy cannot share everything cos he sure obediently leak secrets to wife if she ever probes.
Had free time in afternoon, didn’t wana go back so early. Bird and balls raging for horny actions but all my pussies no off today. There are 3 willing pussies who are just a text away but I battling with withdrawal symptoms, keep reminding myself no find them as I already strike them off. Like Chinese saying, Easy to invite diety hard to chase them away. Hp beeped, received a text from Irfah. Asked whether wana meet for coffee. She’s off today otw home. I said OK. Took green line, met her in the west.
Irfah is a nice simple lady. Easy going. But very hard to penetrate her defense system. She’s also a very considerate girl. Always competiting to pay for my food and coffee, saying I always treat her. She doesn’t like to owe people things. I told her whoever dates or marries her sure a lucky man. She smiles knowingly. I told her I had lunch with a mysterious person earlier and she jokingly ask if I meant I just had sex with some girls I met. I like her. She would make a good BFF. Since she last kissed me on the escalator, I had not entertained any flights of fancy as deep in my heart, I felt this is as close physically as we can get, given her prudent character. “I no comfortable like make people high” that’s her usual reply, sounding like Emei nun.
I was right to some extent. No major breakthrough today. We had coffee, nice casual chat like old friends. She asked how come I know what she likes (Sylvia bought her a cute crystal box for putting earrings as birthday present). I proudly told her I can read her mind and I know exactly what she needs next. She laughed out loud. After coffee, she toured me around her quiet estate and we found a shady secluded spot to sit side by side before she was to return to her boring home. I can smell her perfume. I always like the way she smells. Always clean, tidy and fresh.
She leaned her head on my shoulders and I wrapped my arm around her small soft waist. She has very little fats on her waist which I like. In fact she allows me to touch and rub anywhere and everywhere. She keeps quiet when I accidentally brushed my palm against her titties. I whispered in her ear ‘sayang when will you ever let me give you a good massage inside hotel?’ she said wait first, needs to trust me enough…. I think she suspects I will either lose interest after I tasted her or that I’m not serious about her. I thought her concerns are fair. That’s why I have never pressured her. Needs to respect ladies.
Irfah will be returning home for a month in September. Gona renovate her house, with designs customised to the lifestyles of her 3 growing kids, the eldest of whom is already 14 this year. Asked if I know where to find cheap chocolates (any bro has good recommendations?) Will help her carry back on her next off so she can pack and send home. Nice hardworking lady. I respect her big time. I got u, gave her a tight squeeze and smell her neck goodbye.
As I played game on train, my hp beeped. It was irfah. Her text: “send me a pic of your cock later when you bath”. I thought she was joking and It slipped off my mind as the moment I reached home, I was treated to top grade fish mall and sea cucumber brought over by my uncle.
An hour later, my phone beeped again. Irfah text: “I’m still waiting…”
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Looking forward to your next updates to this nice story TS.
Thanks for your kind encouragement bro. Chapter coming to an end.
Sent irfah a foto of my dick. Had a hard time inside toilet getting a good angle to make it look longer. Not born long perhaps even below average size. Penis pumps I tried could not help lengthen my severely curved cock, perhaps only thicken and buldge the section immediately after the curvature.
I certainly do not like the look of my member, just like some ladies feel ashame of their deformed pussy. Still I’m thankful to be more fortunate than those born with baby caterpillar.
Irfah did not reply to my message. Was she’s too shock by what she saw? I did not have time or mood to follow up but I did religiously forward those crazy sexy videos daily to her. That’s my way to let my pussies know i still remember them. I also forward all my daily sex clips to mila, to which she replies instantly with emoticons and smiley faces.
Mila does not mind receiving and watching them for fun though she revealed they do not turn her on as much as simple physical touch. She is a highly sensual lady who response hyper sensitively to physical touch, even gentle caress. A kiss on her neck or a kiss on her waist will drive her crazy and make her pussy tremble. It’s a little secret she keeps, fearing ‘attacks’ from guys she meet online and classmates with ill intent. She orgasm very easily. I have yet to confirm her claim of squirting uncontrollably if she masturbates. Her future husband or boyfriend is definitely one lucky bastard.
“Don’t know why. I have a feeling you are trustworthy. Not because of your age. Maybe your face and behavior " she said, as we enjoyed our cakes and coffee at Lady M orchard, after her hospital visit. She was unaware we were sitting beside a young celebrity actor with his typical Singaporean face girlfriend in her mid twenties, acting fussy and complaining like that’s the only thing she knows, other than sucking cocks. This guy acted in ah boys 2 men, what’s all I care to mention for I don’t like his yaya papaya face. I ignored him like a speck of dust.
Because mila doesn’t watch TV or movies she totally ignored their presence and chirped like a happy bird till they kept glancing over with extreme jealousy. Mila looks young and delicious in her classy turquoise sleeveless top. Her curvy Indonesian bums fits tightly in her guess jeans. Her long bob with dark blonde low light, against her fair creamy complexion, make her a headturner everywhere we walked. Girls, students, men down the streets and in shipping mall, all gave her second look.
Her father, semi retired with capable talents running his business, would be discharged and resting at home. Next week, her second sister would be arriving with “aunty Susan” one of her fathers business partners (a divorsee whom they suspect is his girlfriend) to take care of him.
I do not forsee any actions with mila for the next 1 month, at least not at her condo. While we shop for fish essence for her dad, I very politely and casually whispered if she had visited hotels with her ex bf. She laughed out loud, knew whats on my mind. They had always done the deeds at her home because he’s too poor to afford to pay for hotel. He is too poor to even pay for their dates. But mila has heard of transits and is game to experience. “Try me!” she teased.
“But hey, you are always teaching me the wrong things” she protested. “No choice, sacrifice myself let u learn, or you get cheated.” I reasoned. I felt like her guardian. Her brother. Her helper. Her mentor. Her secret lover. Her friend with benefits. All rolled into one.
Amy Yip
Scheduled to let her experience her first transit next week. Will first be meeting Amy Yip one last time this Sunday. Yip is someone quite close to me, a second tier pussy comparable to Mary, one of my 4 concubines. I met her a year ago. Wanted to share her story but kept withholding as its too dramatic too earthshaking to narrate. I was afraid it will kill all other stories and encounter I experience, had I told it too early.
I was also afraid it will expose her identity to people who know her, including her boss, as her story is too unique. But I think its the right time as I want to close this chapter of our relationship and this colourful decade or two of my 10 year series.
Stay tuned.