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Originally Posted by
Slowpump
TS sudah MIA maybe coz of some critical comments regarding morality by people who don’t realise this is just a fiction story in a sex forum!
Some very valid points made by Bro
Slowpump
! Thank you!
Yes, I read some of the said critical comments on this thread and to say that I am not the least affected would be a lie; some went to the extend of cursing me - that I will get “retribution” for my actions. Makes me wonder why I even bother writing?
Just scroll up and these hecklers can be easily spotted.
However, as much as I wish to lay blame on them for my lack of posting, I think it won’t be a fair statement to say that it is solely because of these unhappy people that I’ve stopped posting. The fact of the matter is, I’ve not stopped writing; it’s due to a new model that is going to be launched at my work place and I’m needed to put in some extra hours.
On the flip side, I am thankful for all the happy campers on this thread and I think it would be grossly unfair to let the
many good supporters
down because of
some unhappy people
who dislike my writing, right?
So… To the hecklers, I want to tell you “sorry for posting sex-related stories in a sex forum”.
And to the people who have supported this thread since Day 1, here’s me saying “sorry for the delay” and “please have some patience”, I will try to update more frequently. In fact, if my desk phone stop ringing, we should be able to see an update some time soon! Heh heh!
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Originally Posted by
Slowpump
Bro, you can’t make everyone happy everytime especially nutjobs who come into sbf and complain there’s too much sex here! What next…no more smoking allowed in our own homes?? Hey wait…..
Yes Bro
Slowpump
, you are correct! Anyway, they will tell you you are not allowed to smoke in their homes… In front of their wives
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
This is a sex forum so definitely is stuff with all sort of sex related stories.
Patiently waiting for the next update.
I think they didn’t read the disclaimer when they logged in Bro
diputs1269
or maybe they ‘act virgin’?
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Again I begin to stir.
Perhaps she felt it this time as she readjusted herself, rubbing me in the process, making it even harder.
Lust took over me and my hands started to roam all over her starting with her tummy. Sensing little resistance, I began to lick her neck whilst smelling her hair. Wow! Even after a day out, her hair still smelt fresh. Her perfume, however had mixed with her womanly scent, which turned me on further. I slid my hand beneath her top and made my way up to her bra. Feeling the contours of her bra, I started to wonder if this was the same bra that I ejaculated on some days ago?
Throwing caution to the wind, I slip my fingers under the under band of the bra. Cupping her small melons, I quickly found her nipples.
Using my fingers, I rubbed against them. As her back was facing me, I could not see but only feel her small round breasts. Recalling one of the threads here about ‘flat chested women’, I began to imagine she was one of the girls posted in that thread, imagining that I was now fondling one of those ‘pictured’ breasts.
I read some of the bros here mentioned that girls will smaller breasts tend to have more sensitive nipples. Perhaps they were correct because no sooner, I heard Wanda moan. Encouraged by her words, I increased my intensity.
“Sakit”
, Wanda whispered. I guess, it was a long time since I had breasts and I forgot how it is like to properly please them.
Taking cue from Wanda, I slowed down my ‘attack’. I continued to ’nose’ her neck and like a depraved man possessed, I started to say lovey-dovey things like how she smelt good and how I would take
good
care of her. I told her that she was far away from the bad men in her life and now she has found a good family and she didn’t have to worry.
Having said all of these, I know some you bros will probably scold me for making such promises to my maid. But as they said,
God gave men just enough blood for one head to function properly
. Clearly, it was not the big head that was doing the talking now.
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SerflySGR
Having said all of these, I know some you bros will probably scold me for making such promises to my maid. But as they said,
God gave men just enough blood for one head to function properly
. Clearly, it was not the big head that was doing the talking now.
The animal inside of me took over and I began to bite on her neck, sucking leaving marks.
“Abang, jangan”
, Wanda reminded me. Her soft words suddenly jolted me back into reality. Yes, I should not be leaving marks all over her. Yet a part of me wanted to leave these marks on her as a warning to other men that she was taken. Yet, the would prove to be a double-edged sword because my wife would then be on guard against Wanda. I can’t let this happen.
I stopped my ’teething’ and began painting her with my tongue, like a dog in heat. In my mind, I would think of a few more tricks that some dogs knew.
Using one hand, I disengaged the hooks of her bra and her whole undergarment came loose.
Free of the frontal cups, my hands could now move in and hold her firm little naked breasts.
I squeezed them, kneaded them, played with them. How long have I waited to hold them in my hands?
I wished that this moment would never end; time would standstill we would forever be stuck on Mount Faber. Even the buzzing mosquitoes and my sticky skin could not deter me from having my way with my young maid.
But as they say, all good things had to come to an end and I needed to get home or my mother would start to get suspicious.
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SerflySGR
I wished that this moment would never end; time would standstill we would forever be stuck on Mount Faber. Even the buzzing mosquitoes and my sticky skin could not deter me from having my way with my young maid.
But as they say, all good things had to come to an end and I needed to get home or my mother would start to get suspicious.
When I got home, my son was playing video games while my mother emerged from my wife’s room. She was surprised that I would come home with Wanda and with so much grocery shopping at that! Wanda quickly excused herself and took all the things with her and scurried into the kitchen.
Cooking up a story that I saw her on the way back so I made a detour the supermarket with her. Seeming to buy my story, she nodded and went about packing her things.
Feeling a tinge of guilt, I decided to drive my mother home. As my son was more engrossed in her game, I made the trip alone. I guess guilt does make you a ‘better’ person because I kept trying to find topics to talk to my mum while driving her back home.
Although she lived relatively close to me, the drive from my home to Marine Parade seemed like an eternity.
When I finally kept quiet as I could not find any more topics to discuss, my mother spoke up,
“I noticed the love bites on Wanda’s neck”
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Although she lived relatively close to me, the drive from my home to Marine Parade seemed like an eternity.
When I finally kept quiet as I could not find any more topics to discuss, my mother spoke up,
“I noticed the love bites on Wanda’s neck”
All throughout the journey home, my mother’s words keep coming back to haunt me. Had I gone too far?
When I got home, all the lights, except that of the hall were switched off; our son had gone to sleep as he had school the next day. The lights in Wanda’s room were also switched off; she must have been really tired. Besides, she needed to wake up early the next morning to prepare our son’s breakfast.
Remembering the day’s action, I got ‘frustrated’. Till now I had not ‘relieved’ myself. Not wanting to push my luck with Wanda; up till now she appeared willing to let me fondle and touch but was she willing to go further? I did not have the answer to that question. Furthermore, I guess all humans are afraid to face reality and rejection; what if I were to make further advance and Wanda were to reject me? What then? Shouldn’t I be contented with whatever I had? Maybe she did what she did because she just wanted to release her own pent-up frustrations and nothing more?
The more I ’thought’, the more ‘frustrated’ I became. I couldn’t take it anymore and I made my way into my wife’s room. Like a lion pouncing on its prey, I stripped myself naked and ‘attacked’ the sleeping form of my wife.
I lifted her T-shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Like a starving man, I devoured them hungrily.
Soft moans escaped from her mouth and my wife seem to have awakened from her sleep. She began to caress my head while I enjoyed her tasty love pillows. Feeling that she was ‘in the mood’, I got up and pulled her pants off. As if she had suddenly awaken from her dream, her hands shot out towards the waist of her pants and held on to the elastic band.
Tugging at the elastic band, she hissed,
“You mad already is it? What are you trying to do?”
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
The more I ’thought’, the more ‘frustrated’ I became. I couldn’t take it anymore and I made my way into my wife’s room. Like a lion pouncing on its prey, I stripped myself naked and ‘attacked’ the sleeping form of my wife.
I lifted her T-shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Like a starving man, I devoured them hungrily.
Soft moans escaped from her mouth and my wife seem to have awakened from her sleep. She began to caress my head while I enjoyed her tasty love pillows. Feeling that she was ‘in the mood’, I got up and pulled her pants off. As if she had suddenly awaken from her dream, her hands shot out towards the waist of her pants and held on to the elastic band.
Tugging at the elastic band, she hissed,
“You mad already is it? What are you trying to do?”
“Is this how you treat me? Like some kind of sex toy?”
she asked,
“what kind of beast or animal are you? Your have your dirty thoughts so you need to take it out on me?”
With that she pushed me away. For a person who is sick, she gave quite a strong shove and I was displaced from the bed. Her actions shocked me. Didn’t she moan initially? Didn’t she want it? Why then did she react this way?
Maybe some of your kind brothers reading can shed some light on this? Does your significant other do this to you also?
What about the sisters reading in? Do you do this to your man? If so, why do you do this?
I guess this is what people like to call ‘pouring cold water’ or anti-climax? Nursing a case of ‘blue balls’, I left my wife’s room feeling even more frustrated than when I first entered it.
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Originally Posted by
dgsk
Bro, I feel you. It is something both of you obviously didn’t discuss and get on the same page before marriage.
To many women, there are multiple layers of intimacy. And different definitions associated with it.
In what you just described, intercourse is something deemed dirty and immoral to her but hugging and petting are signs of intimacy and love. Lines are very clear. Next time tell her you want not sex but another child. I leave the decision of whether to go for counselling to you.
In the mean time do enjoy your maid and please continue to share your escapades with her frequently.
Thank you for your response Bro
dgsk
early Sunday morning!
A lot of times, things change before and after marriage and after, erm dare I say it, ‘religion’? Then again, it could be her sickness that’s causing her to feel this way.
I am not giving excuses for people who stray but when the perception or can I say, ‘misconception’ of sex changes for one party, the other gets severely affected. This could happen to either man or woman.
Before we get too carried away, although this is fiction, there is a strain of truth in the story that I weave. Although, to protect the people around me, I cannot tell you which is real and which is fiction. I can only seek your understanding and hope you enjoy reading.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
I guess this is what people like to call ‘pouring cold water’ or anti-climax? Nursing a case of ‘blue balls’, I left my wife’s room feeling even more frustrated than when I first entered it.
I didn’t even bother to dress; I just stormed off from my wife’s room and back into mine, naked. I wonder if any brothers out there had the same feeling as me? Trying to sleep with a case of ‘blue balls’ is no joke, not to mention the mental ’trauma’ of not getting it off; it was really tough just trying to fall asleep. Reading some of the comments and private messages by fellow readers reinforced my ‘anger’ and disappointment’. How dare she call me a ‘beast’? An ‘animal’? Didn’t our union produce the sweet child who is now our son?
They say that anger takes up a lot of energy and unknowingly, I must have dozed off but what woke me up was a sight to behold - There, in front of me, was Wanda sucking me into erection.
She must have felt me stirring and she stopped to look at me with her big brown eyes. I let out a sigh. It was like a wish come true.
I always read with great interest in this forum about wives, girlfriends and FBs giving good head but I have never experienced it firsthand. Right now, in front of me, was this beautiful angel giving undivided attention to the most neglected part of my body.
I could feel her moist, warm mouth englufing the whole of my manhood, moving up and down the length of it, sucking it.
Intermittently, she would use the tip of her tongue to lick the top of my circumcised head, giving me wave after wave of pleasure.
“I hear what you doing with Ma’am, just now”
Wanda said in broken English, in between pleasuring me, she said,
“Ma’am tak kasi, you no happy. My mouth now make you feel good; I make you happy ok, sayang?”
As euphoria took over me, I began to shudder; Wanda increased her pace, sucking the very essence of my manhood as I erupted into her throat. Wanda choked a bit but true to her word, she was determined to ‘make me happy’ and she took in every single drop of my cum. And yes, she swallowed.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
“I hear what you doing with Ma’am, just now”
Wanda said in broken English, in between pleasuring me, she said,
“Ma’am tak kasi, you no happy. My mouth now make you feel good; I make you happy ok, sayang?”
As euphoria took over me, I began to shudder; Wanda increased her pace, sucking the very essence of my manhood as I erupted into her throat. Wanda choked a bit but true to her word, she was determined to ‘make me happy’ and she took in every single drop of my cum. And yes, she swallowed.
By the time I woke up the next morning, she was gone. I was half expecting Wanda to share one half of the queen size bed as my wife had her own room. And my bed was definitely more comfortable than Wanda’s.
Her absence made me wonder if it were all a dream? I was still naked although I could barely find any trace of last night’s episode. Was this what people call a Wet Dream? Had I imagined it all up due to all the sexual frustration that was ‘built-up’ from my day out with Wanda?
I quickly scanned the rooms and found my wife still asleep while my son had already left for school. I assume that Wanda had sent him to school, giving me the chance to catch up on my sleep. Did she even bother to try to wake me up just now?
As it was a work day, I showered and left for work.
They say that when a person in love, every thing will work out for him or her. As I walked into the office, I noticed the new receptionist smiling at me. I returned the smile to her. As I walk past the counter, I tried my best not to look below her neck. I heard rumours that the new receptionist came and left work ‘chauffeured’. I wondered who the lucky man or men are?
“Good morning Mr Gills!”
this was the first time the sweet young lass greeted me, making my day even sweeter. What a way to start off a Monday!