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Originally Posted by
t123
wah! The threadstarter seemed to be better in writing than those Mill and Boon authors. Maybe the threadstarter will become better book seller than JK Rowling.
thanks for your compliment. but JK rowling is defintely a good writer.
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Originally Posted by
Clit_LickeR
Hahaha! Sista glamourist is such a
c0ck teaser
… so, would it make’s me a
Moisturiser
if i were to make a gal wet and horny then i dun screw her?
I dont love sex.
I make LOVE… Not SEX…
(There’s a great difference…)
So as to say, i got my daily (or at least regular) sex doses… occasionally Over-Dosed
but RARELY… i’ve have Good
Love Making
…
grins* what’s a cock-teaser? *pretending to be a naive little girl*
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Originally Posted by
valiantmontague
Hey sista,
Yea I did threesome before… 2 guys and a lady…definitely not in the car. It started plain and simple…a group of friends who hasn’t meet up for some time going out for a drink…
I’ll leave the sex details but the girl my friend and I bonk happen to be our friend for many years…she just got back for a holiday to be with her family…she’s a babe…sweet looking chinese girl, flowing tresses and a nice body.
This threesome would never have happen if I didn’t kiss her on our way back home. My friend was sending us home in his car…We were driving when she lean forward to talk to me. I turn around and look at her. We were talking and making some dirty joke. I remembered I didn’t drink much that day but something inside me just wanted to kiss her sweet pink lips. While joking ard, I told her to shut up and she told me, make me so, I got close and kiss her.
We kept kissing and by then I wish I was sitting behind with her. The way we were position was very awkward.
I ask her if she would want to go somewhere else. My friend who was driving complain loudly to himself. Grinning..she told me to bring him along. I was suprised when she told me that but my fantasy of bonking her (a crush I had a long time ago) and a threesome was coming true in one night.
So the rest is history. I would add, it felt kinda awkward at first with two guys but my guy friend and I were from the same unit back when we were in the army so it was easy.
Oh yea, no love making between me and my friend hor! I’m straight. When my guy friend and I were talking in his living room while she was in the bathroom. I reminded him that if he’s going to even think of touching me…any part of me, I was going to take a baseball bat and stuck it up his arse.
Anyway, just my thoughts…I just love when the girl I’m having sex with moans a lot, keep telling me how she love the feel of my didi going in and out of her, keep telling me to f her harder or faster, it just brings the sexperience to another level. I don’t like the dead ones, ya know…
By the way, I haven’t show my appreciation on a job well done. The story is nicely written. One of the best I’ve read so far. Keep it coming sista.
PS: No mosquitoes nor any form of bugs were involve in the above story.
Just my thoughts
Valiant
thanks for sharing the story with me. really appreciate it. & yea, threesome somehow is a fantasy for many but it takes the courage to go through as well. that’s my personal opinion.
i remembered vividly that the dinner date took place at one of the japanese restaurants in orchard. & both of us met up nearby centre-point before proceeding to the designated location. the first thought that ran through my mind was that he looked well presentable with his smart office attire. in the restaurant, we started our small talks with regards to my study & his career. upon speaking to him, i actually found out that he’s able to hold up a good conversation with me. & in fact, he’s quite approachable as well.
actually, i always love a good conversation. & despite my young age at that time, i was kinda mature for my age as all my fellow peers told me. perhaps, it was due to the reason that i had been mixing with older people ever since seconday school. so maybe that was why i clicked with him upon fhe first time round. throughout the dinner, it was an entirely enjoyable experience. after that, both of us headed to a nearby pub for some drinks. drinking was not my forte & i always tried to minimise as little as possible. cause imagine just one-two sips of beer/vodka can make my face blush red & my whole body being on fire. (that was in the past, now i am a better drinker already) however, i still drank alittle during that time.
halfway, his hands moved over & clasped mine. i smiled back at him. his fingers tickled the inside of the palm gently. the ambience & his actions combined made me feel so warm. the clocked ticked by & soon it was nearing 12am. therefore, we decided to head back home. oh yes, the date ended just like that. no midnight kisses or hugs. we just baded farewell when he fetched me to my place, with the promise of dating again.
the next date happened one week after. the same process happened again, this time at east coast. after the dinner, we were strolling along the beach. at first, we were walking quite far apart but as the time passed by, we walked nearer & nearer to one another. without any further warning, he hooked his hand around mine & continued walking on. i offered no resistance & neither did i shrugged off his hand. in fact, in my mind, i welcomed it.
soon, it was time to go home once again. inside his car, we sat in silence for awhile. then when i looked up at him, i saw that his eyes were on me too. perhaps, it was all about chemistry or lust. we started leaning forward & our lips touched. the moment was magical. we started french-kissing. our tongues entwining with each other & then we soon got cheeky & started a tongue fight with one another. feeling tired, we laid back on the car seat & started giggling non-stop. soon after, he drove me back home.
let me fast forward to the day when K suggested his proposition to me.
it was to become his lover. & remained monogamous, apart from my boyfriend & his wife. in exchange for the regular fucks, he would pay me a certain amount of money each month. (this i would not disclosed for it’s my own private issue) anyway, i know that this should actually be classified under the term “mistress”, but i would preferred being called a lover more. & yes, i agreed to the proposition, not cause of the money that was available. to speak the truth, i liked him for the companianship & him as a person.
hmmm… true enough, some would say “who doesn’t love money?” actually, everyone do including me. but i have my own integrity as well. i know some would judged that i was one who could be easily bought by money. but i could assured you that this was not the case. being paid to have sex made me feel like a whore. & i detest it extremely. i have my own definition of what a whore is like. actually, i tried explaining to K about this whole issure about paying me for regular sex. but the reason he stated was that he wanted to feel less guilty towards me. so i had no choice but to accept his offer.
& in my previous post, i did mentioned that it was against my morality to fuck married man at that time. but that was then when my thinking also started changing. i thought about it for a few days about my very own morality, as well as, society’s standards of fucking a married man. indeed, it was very wrong.
but let us looked at another perspective: fucking a married/attached man vs fucking a unattached man. the only difference lies with them having a girlfriend/wife. if we were to have a no string attached fuck relationship, it wouldn’t matter which status they had. cause i don’t intended to have any relationship with them or ruin their relationship or whatsoever. & it would basically be a win-win situation for both our pleasure. however for the married/attached man, the only problem lies with keeping the secret from their opposite partners. not me.
i was also thinking that just like a guy, if a woman offered you free sex, would you have rejected her? any hot-blooded male wouldn’t. right? unless she’s shaped like a hippo, rhino or perhaps, an elephant. (i am not trying to be mean, no offence thou) but even if she’s like whatever i described, some males would still want to fuck her. why? cause it’s meant to be just a fuck relationship. how often had i heard from my guy friends/acquaintances this statement: cover up the top & attack the base.
so for me, it worked pretty much the same as well. here was a guy who had a fantastic chemistry with me & probably would be good in bed too. i am interested in him & vice versa. why should i reject him just simply cause he’s married. if i don’t fuck him, other women would gladly do so on my behalf.
maybe, it may seemed that i am deceiving myself or some would even consider me as the third party in their marriage. but there’s no love involved in this kind of relationship. so where do the third party comes about? right or wrong? & whatever it was, i managed to persuade myself that this decision was the correct one. & rightfully so.
thus, the morality problem had been solved & this logic had stuck with me.
let me recounted the story of our first fuck to you then. the first time, it happened just like that. a date, a drink, followed by a session.
feeling the effects of the wine, i was lying back with my knees bent over the edge, & was smiling as i closed my eyes. K was bathing inside the hotel room. i could hear him in the bathroom with the water gushing, & was thinking about what a clean guy he was. after K bathed, he knelt beside the bed & placed his hand on my neck. i could feel his fingers moving down along the centre of my body, stopping to circle each breast through my shirt & bra, then moving on down to rest his hand on my pubic. i simply loved the softness of his lips, the tenderness of his kiss, the softness of his moustache. it felt so so nice.
slowly, K brought me to a sitting position & slowly undid the buttons on my shirt. he lifted my arms out of the sleeves & removed my bra. & i could tell you that my nipples were so hard & aching for him. somehow, i wished for K to caress & cup my breasts in his hands & he did. then, he held them to his lips & slowly licked, kissed & sucked each one in turn. within a short while, he moved to the end of the bed & pulled down my skirt so that he could kiss my pussy. oh yea, i loved wearing short mini skirts even now. for one thing: it felt more comfortable for me to move about & could be easily removed in case of emergencies.
so my pussy was exposed to him. K bent down his head to my dripping snatch, catching the drops of arousal on his tongue. he ran his tongue along my slit & with his nimble fingers, he parted the lips to expose my clit. he took me into his mouth. & i started groaning & moaning, & it seemed to come from deep within my being. my breathing started to become erratic & my body started to spasm. the sort of tingling feeling running from my head to toes. i felt as if i am floating in heaven.
could u imagine that?
at some point, i guess he could actually sense my orgasm. cause my pussy was so swollen & my arousal was dripping in large amounts. all of a sudden, my hips started to jerk & my hands gripped his head tighter. & i started moving my pussy up & down his face while moaning & whimpering. it was as if a devil had taken over me.
& guess what? i came in waves, with my body trembling & shaking uncontrollably. waves after waves. K was lapping at each drop hungrily non-stop. finally, i stopped trembling & laid there, tired. after that, K was cradling me gently & i snuggled in under his arm & began to snooze.
it was not enough for me as usual. but i knew i had all night, & it was all ours.
***to be continued.
off to sleep for now.
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Originally Posted by
dweeb
I don’t mind sponsoring… an e-book
an e-book, i can also sponsor myself.
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Originally Posted by
kewlest
lol … that was funny
thanks for sharing bro valiant
camping for more stories from glamourist
glamourist,
did the proposal came before or after your first time with K?
Pls ignore this question if you don’t feel comfy telling
kewlest, actually the proposal came before my first time with K. just like stated in the story. i am comfy with telling about all these as it’s all things in the past. *grins*
let me recounted back some of the exciting days with K.
as the days continued, it began to be more like a game. a sexy little romp into jealousy & voyeurism. both of us would go out occasionally together. a few drinks & an eyeful of passers-by, & we would talk & point out our tastes to one another. i would be pointing out the standouts in the female population & an occasional eye-catcher in the men’s whereas he would be pointing out his taste in women. & sometimes, we would be commenting on how good it would to fuck the others & then we would pretend to get all jealous about the whole issue.
after a time, he even brought me over to some of the social activities with his clients. a long talk with some of his clients, & a few too many drinks & i would even attempt it, the thrill of visual & slightly physical contact. at times, i would kinda feel nervous under his scrutiny with regards to my actions. however, armed with a false confidence, i would continue approaching some of his clients & talk for what seemed like ages, leaving him all to himself.
for a period of time, this was the usual routine. in fact, i got more & more confident with each interlude & more daring each time. it would even stretched to kissing them goodnight & sometimes, checking their package in a sly, but obvious move. after the whole social activity, we would start proceeding to the hotel. & along the way, i would start commenting on how i would like to fuck K’s clients. but once we made it inside the hotel room, K would forcefully stripped me down & made wild passionate, love to me. & scolding me what a bitch, slut i was.
i know all these thrilled K as much as it upsetted him. in private our sex talk became even more detailed & our dares got all the more exciting & exotic. until it came to a head during the usual social activities, where, upon entry into the ktv, i left his side & sat beside his client cozily. i was teasing the client the whole night as well as rubbing his manhood. thus, ignoring K for the entire evening. that time, K was looking sore, confused, & hurt.
all the more it made me felt very much in control.
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Originally Posted by
KingEros
On this end, I think you have become even more subtly refined, over the years gone by … very much like a vintage bottle of wine. Ditto??
what could i say? i have skillfully mastered the art of control. or rather exercised refrainment by now.