Continued from previous post.
Around 18 months later when I get the keys and garage remote controls to my house.
I saw her again. Before that, it has always been letters and emails between het, my project manager and I.
“Congratulations, you are pregnant” I told “Lena” who was 6 month pregnant.
She just had her wedding ceremony last month. Ok. gunshot wedding very common.
She showed my her wedding photo in her iphone, taken at an outdoor park.
If you have see her wedding gown, there is an unmistakable baby bump.
“That guy is Mark?” (I referred to the groom in the photo)
She paused and said that the groom is Mark’s older brother.
(I wanted to find out more, but she hinted at me to stop my line of questioning) Then she opened up, unable to hold back her emotions.
“Mark wasn’t at the wedding”
Then she divert.
“This is the 7-year warranty for the house. For the next 6 months, report any defects to Maintenance and we will fix it for free.”
I was thinking aloud “Were you raped by his brother when you are drunk, he is drunk, both of you drunk?”
But I just asked … you remembered wanting to introduce me to your neighbour, I just want to know how she was. “She had gone to Singapore to work”
Back to herself, if she has thought of me. Burning question.
“I did think of you, because I thought you are specially considerate , and sweet - the way you planned for your house” “I have seen many clients, many situations. I can tell that you will make a good husband.”
I was relieved at her confession. You used the rare word “husband”. Must have meant a lot to use that. Msybe she just got narried and renting a place to live.
I wanted to find out more.
How did I attract you?
“You asked my opinions about the kitchen and WCs, because a lady’s inputs are important”
“Did you know that this is how I would have like my house, all bedrooms led to the kitchen.”
Then she personalised the house.
“I can watch the TV or see what the kids are up to, from the Kitchen”
“I loved Bali and your patio leading up to the hut, with the pool in the centre. I can do my yoga there”
Wow, she remembered the details.
(I imagine her doing naked yoga, taking skinny dips and us making babies in the hut)
She had Chinese and Indian customers with bigger budgets but they build stupid houses for showing off, fought with their wives/mistresses over the building specifications, very selfish misogynists even.
I plsnned to build a very tasty house for a female - I think what she meant that it is like producing a blockbuster porn movie for females to enjoy.
I think I got it right. Women love my house. They enter the property and feel at home - like a girlie toy house from their childhood days to play masak2. If I have to attract angmoh girls as a non angmoh immigrant in this country, I have to get my basics right (eg my kitchen island benchtop is European height and I custom made a raised floor stand where I can pull out to stand on, to make kitchen fucking possible if my lover sit spread eagle from the benchtop, the view of her, right down to her pussy will be great from the angle - I tried this with a Jennifer Aniston lookalike), this house is how to trap them in. They need to feel and touch the place. They will want to swim here. The pool is there for me to watch their bodies. There is a basic open “jungle” shower modestly covered by glass showers on certain sides and plants on the remaining sides. one of the plant side had a retractable hidden camera. So when a girl shower and only show her butt towards the glass panel, I will be watching her pussy from my camera. Swinging Girls beware! I can see you. lol.
Also, if any young angmoh ladies out there want to be popular in social media, you need nice photos in a nice surrounding.
My house is a great outdoor settings for many winning photos.
facebook photos. sexy pics. nOOdz pics. You name it. I love to see your sexy bodies.
I like to taste your sweet pussies.
Charlize Theron
To be continued …. It is hot down here. Babes.
As a Singaporean, I used to be “shocked” at how complicated angmoh relationships are, in Australia.
But these days, they are just different lifestyles which I am more or less used to. Lust and no discipline, different moral guidence means a society that work against both men and women eventually. Lots of lonely men and women to be exploited. (see the Nigeria love gangs preying on their retirement savings - cost Australia $300 million per year) They don’t see it. Their brains don’t function well after too much beers, wines and weeds.
https://www.scamwatch.gov.au/types-o...dating-romance
Also, the angmoh culture of hot sex with no emo is great for casual hookups.
With no money to spend, those “seeking arrangements” SYTs are my win-win solutions, we get our needs satisfied. Food, shelter, money and sex. Not necessary in that order.
Back to the original story ……… Apologies. This story started when my TILF asked about accommodating her Korean co worker some posts back.
I turned to TILF, how come she need a place to stay? How long does she intend to stay? I will have a chat with her, will drop by the cafe where she works.
Found out her angmoh boyfriend kicked her out. She was kinda fat and with a spoilt K-girl look. Should I accept her? Nightmare to fuck and the last woman you want to wake up to in the morning. Maybe I should contact a friend who has yellow fever to take her in.
My idea of Korean girls and why I cannot accept them.
Best con job in the world.
Fin.
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Yardstick
Not surprising, I will say… the Millennials are what i would say… without a concept of keeping for tomorrow. Most of us believe in enjoying the moment more than worrying about what comes next. I recall reading of the same thing happening in US and other parts of Europe too.
Instant gratification is OK.
I am at the right place and right time,
Rule 1: sex has nothing to do with marriage.
I hate fucking girls raw and be asked, what if I get pregnant.
When I was living in sg, the girls still want to keep sex until they confirm starting joint bank account or applying HDB flat. Those are the dinosaur age.
Today’s iGeneration girls are cool. To them, no long term relationships in their 20s.
Ruke 2: The teens to 20s is the time to be totally selfish, cut loose and no worries over bad decisions.
Sound sweet, until the baby popped out of their pussy and need to be fed. So, the world’s oldest profession is good money and flexible hours. LOL.
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Doubleface
I like her ass .
I love nice bubbly bums.
Jessica is another favourite of mine. I was delighted and honoured to comfort her when she was griefing a few months ago.
Nuru with her is great because she is fun, giving and open minded.
She has Turkish blood, from a poor migrant family and was groomed for the adult industry. But she loves the attention from sensitive friends. That is how she described me, after reverse dating. We had hot oily sex first before finding a special connection with my background/values and we became friends later.
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xangga
Same here , very nice ass .
Doggying her for the nice view of her lovely arse, Alice is a very insatiable nymph. She is a nerd, don’t we love a nerd with a sexy body and blonde hair.
She knows my pattern. I will buy her favourite coffee before visiting her. Mind you. She loved flowers too. I still remembered what she said when spreading for me the last time. Wow, no hands. You are hard. Her facial expression was geniune. My asian prick was so hard that caught her by surprise. And I rubbed until she was wet. My prick foreskin was push back as I slowly enter her and observed her reactions. You cannot fake pleasure when you can feel her pussy tightened after a while and her body shuddered with orgasm. She felt bliss that day because as a sweet man, I massage her aches away (due to high heels) for that boyfriend experience.
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ispunk
Hope o read more soon .
I am going holidays with my ex colleague, celebrating her birthday. So I may not be writing. Very busy.
She is shorter and heavier built compared to Grace, but very fuckable. She is originally brunette but dyed her hair blonde for her birthday.
I was kidding when I said “She had a blonde moment” at work more than two years ago. For goodness sake, there were no blondes at the meeting.
She took it seriously as sexual harassment, but a sensitive moment with her at the right time and place fixed her wrong impression with me. At that time, she said “My boyfriend will never do that for me”
Still, it took ages before she accepted an interracial friendship with me. Things only took off when she lost her job and her partner left her for a younger girl he knocked up.
More Grace photos
Grace is model material.
OK. Moving on.
AMWF Cup scoreboard
Asian 1 : Aussie 0
Singaporeans in town.
Pussy tighter.
Using my “ONS” phone to text my FB that I am busy.
Very civilised conversation with a girl smittened with me and happy with my performances.
I had been fucking this fit young woman in her early 20s whom I first met at the gym. She was there 3-4 times a week. But because of rental problem, I was able to help her out and in return, I get to fuck her. Then, she met this guy and moved out.
And she has the habit of playing Kylie Minogue songs.
I missed her. She is slim but have curves at the right place. For Asian eyes. Some more no tattoos.
Just want to put this here so I can recall for the future.
(Another record of my encounters)
Those were the days. Times were good, led by the resources boom in WA and QLD. Cheap accommodation were hard to find. My house had a granny flat built by the previous owner for his aging parents. It was like a studio apartment in a shed, complete with a kitchenette and balcony. When I bought the house, this oversized “shed” was renovated for rentals.
Being independent from the main house, with its side locked gate and street parking, it was popular with renting university students. It was used for wild rave parties as well. Wish I knew how many girls were shagged and drugged in the shed. I became used to the smell of weed from from there.
When there were visitors, I did peeked in at times to check out the happenings in the shed, not an easy task since it would alert the occupants when the night light sensor was triggered on by my movement. (This night light allowed the path from the fence to the shed to be lit.) But I learnt that windy nights gave me a cover to carry out this night clandestine activity when the night light would be turned on by the tree shadows swaying in the wind and not by intruders like me.
There was this early summer Friday night. A strong smell of weed was proliferating the air. I decided to investigate. Good. There was a gap in the window blinds that allowed me peek in. I saw a weed smoking bong on the table. Can’t see much else. But there was a pair of bras on the carpet and that set my pulse racing. I tried to shift to another window for a better look but I could only see shadows. I heard moaning and the deep voice of a guy. I decided to take a risk by moving closer to the balcony for a better look. Fuck! I saw my naked tenant giving a blowjob to this guy. I knew this guy, I saw a few times. Not her boyfriend but an apprentice plumber.
Then, out of nowhere was a tiny weak female voice.
“Hello”
(Continued)
I got a shock of my life. I had been spotted. But who spotted me? Shivered down my spine.
Sitting against the wall in the shadow was a young girl that I had never met before.
Luckily, army training had me prepared. Situation Test!
I replied softly “Hi” and put my index finger to my mouth to indicate silence. I don’t want her to announce to the whole world my pressence.
I was assessing the situation. Friend or foe?
I pointed towards my house and whisper “I lived there”. “I own this place.” (I didn’t knew then, confessing I am the landlord can lead me to issues with the Tenant Protection Law.)
Luckily she had other things in mind.
She stood up quietly and I was struck by how tall she was. Attractive Blonde slim and wearing grey tracks, under the floodlights.
She said she was hungry. I motioned her to come over to my house, and she just followed me obediently. Wow, she was quite young. When we cleared the shed area, I explained in a deep reassuring voice that I was just checking out the smoke coming from the shed, and make sure that my tenant was alright.
Kayleigh (her name) asked me if I was going to report her to the police? Surprised again. No no. I replied. What made her think that. Yes, she was trespassing. No. Later, I found out that she had ran away from home to be with her friend, but she could not find him so dhe came around to see her half sister.
After making sure that I agreed to keep her secret. “You did not see me at the shed, and I did not see you here either” I made some milo for her and gave her some biscuits which she ate with gusto. She loved chocolates.
I noticed how dirty she was and I was surprised to hear that she had only arrived that late afternoon on the train, found out her friend had gone awol, searched her sister address and she sneaked into my driveway when I returned home and left the gate opened, she hid in my patio but got scared when I went out there for a smoke and she hid in the shed balcony since. Her sister and her male friend had been drinking and smoking so she had no chance of meeting her.
Wow. Unbelievable. But I knew that kids running away from home was common in Australia. I asked her to stay the night with me and we will look for her sister the next day. But she told me that she was afraid of her sister, esp now that she knew her secrets of meeting other men for sex. (I think this has to do with secrets she wanted to share with her half sis about running away from home but now she was unsure whether to trust her) I reassured her that she would be alright. Otherwise, she can stay with me until she know what she want to do.
I asked her to take a warm shower and I will prepare a bed for her. Oh man. She had such a warm sweet innocent smile. And I noticed her beautiful dancing blue eyes. Having her dressed in my baggy clothings after shower was quite comical. Her pants dropped a couple of times exposing her buttocks and neatly bushy pussy. But she was so shy and said sorry. She was also afraid of me. I had prepared a guestroom for her. She was quite wary of what I wanted to do to her. She locked her room and washed her own clothes that night.