Hi fellow bros and sis.
Have been a silent reader in this forum for years. Really inspired by the many good writers here such as bro ilock and puss lover. This is my story and a little give back to this forum. The story is a real recount of what happened to me but identities and sensitive information changed.
I’m still new to writing and hope to get support from all samsters here. Any comments are greatly appreciated. Updates take awhile as my account is new and its a busy period in my life. I’ll try my best to write whenever I’m free and hopefully more projects in the future. Please do up me if you do enjoy my writings, I’ll return the points when my account has some power! Peace
Prologue
7.45PM Bishan MRT
Night fell as the orange haze of the golden hours sipped away, consumed by the slow emerging amethyst night sky as we slowly embraced the warm orange glow of street lights that paved a tunnel of eternity for the slow moving traffic in its peak hours prime.
Singapore, always a bustling city, I thought to myself as I slowly sipped on a can of silver anchor beer. Lager was always my go to routine after a long week of school back in the days, enjoying the soothing gold beauty and light buzz of the drink that flowed down my throat. I adjusted myself from the oddly edged curbed seat, and lit a ciggeratte as I pondered if this was the best way to spend my weekend.
*buzz buzz* The vibration in my pocket was seemingly more noticeable.
“How’s it going bro?” as I picked up my phone in an enthusiastic voice. The darker side of my conscience prayed desperately that it was an incantation to drink.
Hong was a friend whom I knew for a decade, our journey started back in elementary, and till date my closest friend, my brother in arms and the one who always got my back.
He stood at about 1.7m tall, definitely not a looker and very much on the plump side. The kind of guy that would cycle through the 5 t shirts bought 2 years ago paired with the same jeans and his nylon brown puma shoe. But what made him special to me was his heart of gold and never dying comoradarie spirit to his fellow peers such as myself.
Hong : Bro wanna head out tonight? Friday night don’t waste.
Me: Only if it involves alcohol.
Hong: I’m heading over to a thai disco, you remember the last time on my 17th birthday? Yeah that one!
Me: Yeah okay why not. Been a while since I’ve gone to a thai pub
Hong: I’m bringing along the crew. We’ll see you there! 8.45? Don’t be late or we’ll miss happy hour.
Me: See you brother. Cheers!
I took the last puff and tapped the loose ashes of my cigarette, flicked it on the ground and stubbed it out.
Tbc
Sorry bros! Had to break the prologue into 2 due to the 3K character limit. Please bear with me as the sex only comes later into the story haha!
It has a while since my last trip to a thai disco, I never believed in the idealogy of paying for physical entertainment. I liked the thrill of the hunt, hence most of my weekends were spent at jiak kim going through the right of passage for those of my generation. Though I wasn’t keen but why the hell not, Its been a while since the clique got together and had a boys night out.
I wasn’t dressed to impress that night. Only a regular fitting beige h&m sweat shirt covered a cotton black inner tee, simple plaid black shorts and my flip flops. It’s not that they required a dress code anyway I self reasoned. If the girls would throw themselves at 50 year old men with an atm sign practically strapped with cash hanging over their heads, then I’m definitely not losing in the aesthetic aspect. I made for the road as innumerable xenon lights flashed by. I hailed for the cab and made my way to the club known as armani while the caliginous sky spread far and wide.
So begun the one night that changed everything. My journey of love and betrayal, lies and revelations, times where friendships was tested and stronger bonds forged.
Tbc.
The first encounter
0850 Pm - Level 6 100 JS
*Ding*
The chimes of the lift door rang signalling its opening.
I let loose my anxious heart, unknowing what the night might bring as I stepped out. What greeted me was the smell of an old runned down mall, heavy scents of smoke alongside the deep low thumping base of electronic dance music.
I took quick steps into the club entrance, with a unsatisfied quench from the last pint I had.
Bouncer: Table?
Me: I got friends inside
I put on my best ah beng impression.
I was ushered in through a sliding glass door and fuck this place was not a disappointing one. The central stage in the banquet sized rectangular room were filled with dolled up petite girls, not one I would guess above 30 years of age in their black high cut dresses, push up bras and killer stilleto heels. It was a dreamland for any and every male as my mind visually undressed each and every single one of them, imagining their hourglass figure, naked on my bed begging for me to plunge my cock into their nether regions.
Towers of beer piled the many tables, creating almost a grid of patterns that was oddly satisfying to watch. The hostesses were flirting away, each trying to seduce a man twice her age in hopes of getting a stash of flower garlands signifying a higher income for the night.
Hong: Over here brother!
I saw hong in his dressing norm, beside him was a really sexy short haired girl in a white crop top, barely protecting her voloptous assets tucked within.
Me: What’s up!
I greeted the group in our fashion with a slap fistbump handshake.
The table was located right below the central stage. Standing tall were three towers of thailand chang and some unfinished rock glasses.
Hong and his friend Andy hung on the main table playing finger games with their girls while Kevan and Mugan stuck with me at a smaller circle table right behind the group.
Though I wasn’t particularly in the mood to be entertained by paid hostesses, I still genuinely enjoyed the variety of stage performances of local thai artists songs and popular chinese ktv hits.
I sipped slowly on my rock glass, leaning on the edge of the table.
And so begun my first encounter with her. While scanning around me to see if I could pull a hostess for kevan, I noticed a fine young girl in a marine blue dress pacing through the aisle of the crowd, she flipped her luxoious blonde hair as her face wrote the most candid serene expression that I’ve ever seen. She wasn’t tall, but was definitely an eye turner and had killer kaedashian ass, a petite figure paired with a really nice perky bubble butt and b cup breasts, the figure hugging dress accentuated her curves and angles perfectly.
With her clutch bag in her hand she stopped and gave us a pondering look before approaching our table. I thought to myself, here it comes.
Tbc
Thank you everyone for the support. I never honestly thought it would be well received by you guys and I genuinely appreciate it alot. The story is a long one with many sexciting adventures later on! Hope everyone sticks around as it’s great motivation to us writers.
I’m not too sure how the rep works here (I never created an account before) , but do support me if yall are enjoying the read
Cheers
totoropillow
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Originally Posted by
sexcision
Long story is good, slow update is ok. Just dun end half way…. that is unacceptable once the story starts lol
I share the same frustrations as a reader haha.
Next update in late afternoon! Finalising draft.
Cheers
Totoropillow
Initially she took a spot beside me that was empty, facing away from the stage.
Girl: Hello! Can I join you?
Us: Yes sure! Come let’s drink let’s drink!
I was actually surprised she spoke conversational english, though with only a slight accent but compared to my previous experiences with thai chicks, others were way below her league in language.
Being a gentlemen, I took a glass for her and poured her a drink as I gestured her to sit on the high stool.
She introduced herself to the group as we made small talk.
Girl: Hi what’s your name?
Me: I’m totoropillow, and where are you from? You look really beautiful tonight.
Girl: Hahaha (she blushed) thank you ka! My name is ivy and I’m from Thailand! 20 this year. (She really didn’t lie about her age)
She winked at me. I scanned her body previously and I knew she wasn’t tall. If she stood beside me with heels, her head barely aligned the mids of my neck.
Our conversations ran through a million topics from our hobbies, lifestyle, people we used to date and lots and lots of flirting. Great conversationalist without a doubt, her jokes and sarcastic remarks were on point and she could understand many of our modern day pop culture references without much effort.
Right… I’d have to give it to her that she had personality. Of course, knowing rule number one of thai discos is that everything is a facade, but she was definitely unique in her own way.
The night went on with lots of laughter and drinks. We played games and downed glasses after glasses. Ivy had a really bubbly personality, contrary to her looks.
Our comfort zone expanded as the alcohol loosened us up. My hands glided down from her shoulders to her waist. Wow she was really soft, almost delicate. I gradually brought her closer to my body as we became more and more intimate. Often, we would steal glances at each other and quickly look away once the other turned.
I really loved how she was so bubbly yet shy at the same time. Everytime she caught me looking at her, she’ll turn her head away quickly and smile to herself. Pretended nothing was happening. I reciprocated by giving a light touch on her hair with my lips. Taking a whiff her scent that screamed lavender and bombshell. It was two characteristics that harmonises beautifully creating an irresistible sensual lust.
Tbc
12.30AM - Club armani
The party reigned on, dance music blasting mercilessly through the floor and the DJs making fist pumping actions hyping the crowd to its peak.
Ivy and the other girls had our entire clique on our feet, grooving and raving to whatever music playing. The constant light brushing of her succulent breast on my arms was giving me a raging hard on. Sexual tensions were high between us, but we were still resisting the sins of lust. Not wanting to show the other our unearthly desire.
The deafening resonance was now replaced by a gradual introduction to their resident band. The guitar strums started kicking in. They were playing a famous Thai love song I believe many bros are familiar with.
I slowly took her hand and caressed it gently by rubbing my thumb over her backhand. She reciprocated and our fingers intertwined.
God were her eyes beautiful. I could tell it told a story, a pale shade of natural brown that circled an inner misty jade coloured pupil. We stared deeply into each other for a moment. It was a silent acknowledgement for both of us as the voices of the singers echoed behind.
She closed her eyes, I leaned in.
Our lips touched very gently, slowly nimbing over one another. It was a really passionate kiss, one that reminded me of how it felt to kiss someone you love. I could feel her slow breathing as our heart rates rose in sync, her lips tasted sweet like nectarine.
As we parted for some breathing space, her natural cfm face surfaced, slightly panting while she used a finger to twirl circles around my lap. That did not help my rampant hard on one fucking bit, she was a natural at this. Her face was glowing softly under the warm lights that accompanied the song with some small glistening trails of our saliva and smudged red lipsticks surrounding the edges of her lips.
Our friends rudely interrupted us.
Kevan: “Get a fucking room bro”
Ivy immediately turned her head away in embarrassment, knowing we got caught in the act.
Me: “I’m in the room bro, you get out”
Mugan laughed hysterically then pointed his middle finger at us, causing ivy to giggle at our little commotion.
In my head, my sole focus was how the flying fuck was I suppose to get some alone time with her. I wanted to taste those sweet delicious lips of hers again, that kiss was like heroine to me and I desperately needed a fix.
The night went on without much major development. We had loads of alcohol to drink, I actually lost count of how many towers we ordered (13 according to my friends). Ivy occasionally stole a couple of pecks from me and most of our time were spent on drinking games with the group and girls.
I could see Ivy falling victim to the intoxication of alcohol. Her speech started to slur a little and she became more oblivious to her surroundings. That bubbly personality she once had was slowly being replaced by a wild insatiable fox and the wild side of her came to.
I too was at my limits, another 2 or 3 glasses and it would have been over for me. I was starting to gag from even thinking of the next sip.
Ivy nudged at me.
“Hey can you follow me? I need the toilet”
I got up and assisted her from the high chair. Her steps were wobbly as we struggled to make haste.
I sat down on a suede arm chair outside the ladies and waited for her as she made her way in. I couldn’t stop staring at that ass swaying as she sashayed her way in, disappearing from my sight.
…
Finalising draft for the next update, do stay tuned!
ETC 10am tmr morning
Once again thanks all fellow bros and sis for the support and points! Any comments on the writing is greatly appreciated 😁
Cheers
Totoropillow
“Hey?”
I struggled to lift my heavy eye lids, it felt a tonne heavier thanks to the alcohol kicking in.
“Are… drunk?…… Wake?”
I barely made out my surroundings. I tried to resuscitate myself with whatever control left on my body.
I slowly regained vision as the blur faded away.
Fuck she was so close to my face. Both her hands were on the arm rests of the chair while she used one knee to support herself in between my legs. The curvature of her back was a splendid sight that was further highlighted by the well endowed figure hugging dress.
I lift my right hand to feel those smooth milky thighs and ran it up towards a dress barely covering her butt from the position she was in. I pulled her in.
Her other leg came up and she straddled me in a cowgirl stance. Her black lacy thongs now visible in its full glory from that little gap in between her dress. My cock was so close to the delightful sensation of that fabric, I could only imagine how great it would be to rub my hard cock in between those beautiful thighs of hers.
My hands glided through her thighs up to that perky butt of hers and gave it a tight squeeze. It was a meaty but firm, the kind you would know if this girl worked out at the gym. Ivy then adjusted herself, restricting my access and postured her body up mimicking a top mount position with both her knees spanning across my laps and then gently placed her palm on my chest.
This fucking vixen I thought as I stared in awe, trailing my eyes up the hourglass standing tall in front of me.
She seeped her dandelion glory to the side and slid her body towards me. Before I had a chance to process anything she tightened the grip on my hips using her thighs and our lips locked. At first, the kiss was small then growing bigger and even more intense. The kiss became deeper and deeper, sensing a small opening in our kiss, she worked her tongue into mine and we both let out a few periodic light moans, her body in close proximity rubbing against mine as I pulled her in closer to me. Her gentle fingers prickled my neck, cupping it as we continued the furious tongue fight.
The kiss lasted almost 2 minutes, sensing that ivy was at her limits, she let out one final deep sensual moan and we broke the kiss. We stared at each other filled with carnality. Slowly she traced the outlines of my lips, cleaning the post apocalyptic damage we caused. I felt her hot breath travel down from my jawline.
She slowly got up, supporting herself steadily from the chair and straightend out her dress.
Still recovering from the sensational moment I just experienced, I sat there like a statue. Never once in my life that women had such an effect on me. I’ve bedded my fair share of girls, but this… It was straight out of a movie scene and the plot armour was not on me. I wanted to rip her dress off then and there, and release the caged beast that had been in long slumber, hungry throughout the night.
Dumbfounded, she took my phone that slipped out of my pocket, guessing that she was keying in her contact details. She returned my phone, turned around gracefully. The clicking sound of her heels blended with the slow beats that got softer and softer.
That was the last that I saw of her that night…