***this is the last part to the story.
damm! suddenly, we heard heavy foot steps outside the passageway. & i could feel AG’s prick shrinking back. within seconds, it was already soft & limp. we scrambled up to our feet like mices & rushed back to the cubicle where our stuffs were in. i could feel my hearbeat beating heavily. after some time, i heard the creaking of the changing room door. someone came in & there was quite alot of noises, like the moving of stuffs outside. both of us just kept our silence & i was hoping that the guy would go off soon.
however, this wasn’t the case. i started cursing the guy under my breath for scolding the mood. after more than 10 minutes, the person was still in the changing room. argh, we really got impatient. but by now, we were much more relaxed than then. we started doing foreplays on another once again.
AG’s hand slipped between my legs again, entering me deep in one thrust. he was circling deep, as another finger goes in deeper. he slowly starts to move them in & out of me, with his thumb circling my clit…slower, then harder…& faster… i was breathing deeper, feeling his fingers deep inside, the wetness flowing more.. i was ready for him, just as he was for me.
soon, i knew he was gonna fucked me once again when he bent me to the previous position earlier on. & i prepared myself to be penetrated. i felt the tip of his cock pressing against my wet slit. slowly he pushed deeper & deeper. finally, he was now fully inside of me & i could feel him stretching me wider & filling my pussy with his cock.
he slammed in & out of me with long firm strokes. whereas i was trying my best to muffled my volume. i felt the pressure in my belly risen up. the excitement was really too much for me to bear. with the thought of the person outside, i exploded & came. after some time, he withdrew as well.
argh, it was unbelievable. thereafter, we proceeded to bathe & dress ourselves up. & when we came out of the cubicle, we realised that it was the cleaner at work. i bowed down my head & went out of the changing room with him. surprisingly, the cleaner didn’t said nor asked anything. which was really a relief cause i wouldn’t know what to answer as well. in my mind, i was wondering if he did happen to hear the sounds of fucking. well, perhaps, he did.
yea, so this was the end of the story. anyway, AG & i were no longer in contact anymore. after that incident, we just started contacting lesser. & ever since i moved off from my previous neigbourhood as well, i no longer attended any of their future gatherings too. but the last i heard of him was that he was still pretty much studying in SIM, working as a part-time designer as well. all i could say was that it was a great experience as the fear of getting caught make my head swirled & heartbeat raced. that was why till now, i still love public sex.
p/s: the looks of him might be over-rated or under-rated. so for me, i have a weakness for tall, dark guys. so i tend to fantasise way too much, alright? ^_^
*** many readers sometimes expect my stories to be strictly descriptions of fun, sex & nothing else. this upcoming story, however, is about an affair between MT & me. sex is a major part of it, but not the entire story. if you want strictly pure sex, i advise you to read the other tales written by the others. what i wish to bring across is not only about the process of great sex & explorations, but more so on how to deal with our attachments & separate the love, the orgasm, & the penis/vagina. if you have an interest, do continue on. but anyway, i apologise for the slow start in the story.
i love men.
i really do. i have loved many different men. but i love them all.
their smells & looks, the way they walk, the way they belch & holler, the way they will never admit how much they need a woman, & the way they never admit how little they do. they fascinate me these base & sensory creatures. a full belly, some sexual release & a few comfort items & most are content. they sleep the sleep of the dreamless, the sated. thus, i love them in all their diversity.
they fascinate me. the egotistical male: who is striving for a perfection he will never find & usually is hiding a unique & silent vulnerability. the strong man: who fears his own weakness, & who finds he is strongest not through his muscles but by protecting those weaker. the talkers: who if you listen, speak with their minds. the thinkers, the brains, & the nerds: whose strength lies within them untapped. a little stroking, & they shine. the shy man: who when opened up by the right one is an exuberant conversationalist. smart or dumb, tall or short, thin or fat, muscular or weak; they all have their own charm.
the love i had for them was different; not the deeper root level kind.
i had always thought i was clear-minded enough, to differentiate between the deeper root kind of love or not. but i was greatly mistaken. men & women alike got hooked on thinking that it was true love; but turning out otherwise. i guess many of you have been through that & probably knew what i was saying. for those that didn’t, don’t fret cause the chance would come to you one day. & it defintely doesn’t matter if you are single, attached or married, cause we are still humans with emotions. so sometimes, emotions do rule our heart. for that i shall begin my story.
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techienator
something new learnt today.. sis glamourist thanks for sharing.. the guys that you had fun with must sure have good stamina to meet your needs.. anyway enjoy yourself..
wondered when will i have such luck to meet a gal like you..
hmmm, maybe you can ask a few pointers from uncle _axl_. he’s quite an expert.
kidding.
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_AXL_
last i heard, u were juggling a few lovers and FBs all at the same time!!! what further multi-tasking skills u need? do share, do share… kekeke…
nah. too many men, too little time. i salute you, cause you are my idol now.
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drogba
yummy haha =o
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nawtgree
hehe…this reminded me of once when i was with my ex (quite long ago) at her place and we were doing halfway in the living room when her mum came back unexpectedly…it was the fastest speed my dick ever shrunk…i tink it took barely 3sec…i still remember kicking my toe against the dining table while running to the toilet (my clothes were there..)
i guess the atmosphere was totaally killed after that. did you both still continue?
MT came into my life when i had just broken up with my long-time boyfriend, ML. i wasn’t depressed cause my mentality is that life still goes on. i was just celibate for close to 2 months. anyway, MT was 35 years old & he was working in one of the japanese construction companies in singapore. he stood at approximately 1.71m & of cause, he definitely looked like his age. not like some others to be fortunately having baby-boy faces. after all, he was just a normal middle-age men, minus off the beer belly.
when i spoke to him, he made me laugh. & he was wickedly smart with a quick wit & tongue. that was what i liked about him, the way he talked; bitchy, witty & knowledgable. furthermore, i clicked well with him as well, which was remarkably surprising. cause not all my acquaintances can deal with my blunt & frank words at times. i dislike using polished words/actions to interact with people, thou certain circumstances, it was necessary to. with him, there wasn’t any need.
the first date took place at bishan delifrance. we met up over a cup of coffee for a chat. nothing much happened & after approximately one hour or so, i was supposed to meet up my friends for a show. so i left. while i was with my friends, we conversed through the sms with him saying that i was really shy & looked really young. whereas i was joking back to him that he looked really old. & then, he started joking about why i didn’t give him a good-bye kiss just now & i said something like, “ooops, i forgot. will give you next time when i see you”. anyway, to cut the story short, it was till one week after we met up again.
at that time, MT was working nearby my school. so that particular afternoon, he called me to ask if i needed a ride back home. & i said, why not? so he came over & fetched me back. throughout the ride, we were just basically chatting & bitching about our day at work/school. & finally, i was back at the porch area. i recalled about the kiss that i promised & i guess he did remember as well. both of us were sitting in the car seat, waiting for the opposite party to make a move. the silence was deafening. at last, i just opened the car door, said a quick good-bye & was gone. once upstairs, i received a sms from him saying, “hey, you forgot to give me my kiss again. now you own me two”. & i simply replied with, “hahaha. next time bah”.
***will be continuing tomorrow.
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drogba
re log in to continue reading. looking forward for more
alright. shall post the rest tomorrow then.
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yinyang
Brilliant, I loved it. Especially excerpts of yours below.. touched me in more ways than 1 (now no funnies from you know who). Graphical accounts are 1 thing, but your mini dissertation was … excuse simple 4 letter word: NICE.
thanks.
*plants kisses on yinyang’s forehead*
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Mulch
Hmmm…turning to a more sombre mood for awhile, these are the words that affected me…of course its taken from a song.
“Lying in my bed
Watching my mistakes
I listen to the band
Lying in my bed
With nothing much to say so I listen to the man
He said that it could be the 2 of us”
everytime i move on to another girl, another woman, i never fail to have a nagging voice that tells me enough is enough, karma will catch up.
but the next time someone willingly opens their legs for me, this voice gets squashed…
this applies to me as well. everytime i met a new guy in my life, i tell myself to be monogamous. for this time round, i shall practice fidelity. along the way, there’s bound to be reasons that clouded my mind. & the efforts always failed.
thus, i always ruled the possibility to the guy not able to capture my heart. which is basically convincing myself that i did nothing wrong.
denial is just so my trait sometimes.
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_AXL_
now… i have no money to pay u for the PR campaign u r launching for me… and i certainly dont have the dough to pay for the lawsuits for those misrepresentations u have made about me… dont like me very much, do u?
i certainly like you well enough. for the 2.5 inches unerected dick to the 6 inches fully-erected dick. self-proclaimed by you, thou undetermined yet.
or could uncle yinyang verify it?
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usually, people would have too many wants and too little resources… what u have here is too much resources! it is what i would term as a happy problem… a problem u would be happy not being able to solve…
if i could master the art of multi-tasking.
or if they are the masters of copulation/cunnilingus, i would be fairly happy.
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idol or idiot???
if you are the idiot & i salute you. won’t i be the greatest idiot ever?
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yinyang
Goodness me. You flatter him, got wrong imperial measurement.. go metric, it’s centimetres.
Sorry I don’t make the cut, being master of none …but jack of all trades. Coitus interruptus, smoke break
i guess yinyang has already done a check on the length of his dick. centimetres? that’s bad.
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Mulch
denial is when you’ve done something wrong and tell yourself that you’re right.
when you’ve really not done anything wrong like hurt someone, strip them down to the emotional core and leave them dry or even hurt that someone’s other half, then its not denial.
that’s reconcilling your thoughts with your actions. which is…um…not half as bad
it’s denial. cause i did hurt them in one way or another. but i never did repent till it was too late.
the third time we met up was on a saturday night. it was just for a chit-chat session & MT came over to my place to pick me up. he just drove his car around & we just chatted along the way. however, my phone rang shortly after. & it turned out to be my ex-boyfriend, ML who called. he asked for a meet-up for a chat. & after much thinking, i agreed. i told MT about the arrangement & that i could stay with him for only 1 hour at most. so i suggested heading over to sembawang park for a chat, cause i would have to go over to yishun area later on.
upon reaching sembawang park, we simply sat inside the car & chatted. halfway through the chat, i sort of recalled that i still owned him a kiss & teasingly asked him if he wanted me to. he just grinned back, without replying. i was in a teasing mood that day & so i just leaned forward & slowly, pecked him on the cheek. then i started giggling & him too. then i looked back & said, “i still own you one more. hmmm. where should i place the next one then?” he replied, while laughing, “anywhere lah”.
at that instant, a crazy thought popped into my mind. with a teasing voice, i said, “alright, i shall kiss your cock. quick unzip your pants”. you should have seen the way his face was, stunned & bewildered. then he shook his head & said, “no…. no…. cannot lah”. though he resisted, i became more insistence. i started teasingly moved my hands down to his pants & then he clamped his both hands down, covering that area suddenly. but i was forcefully tugging his hands away & it sort of became a tug war. all of sudden, i told him that he hurt my hands while tussling here & then. he immediately let go of his hands & apologised. at that short moment, i managed to unzip his pants & then with a fast motion, i bent down & kissed it. then i grinned.
i have succeeded. ^_^
& like i mentioned earlier on, i was in a teasing mood. so how could i possibly just stopped here right? within awhile, i started getting playful once again. my hands started roaming on his body all over & he was just saying, “stop being so naughty hor”. but i didn’t care much & guess what did i do next? i swung my legs over & sat on his lap, with my face facing his. & i told him, “let me rest on your shoulder for awhile lah. i won’t do anything, k?” & since he didn’t say much, i presumed it was alright. anyway, which guy would reject. unless i am shaped like an elephantine, too heavy for him to bear.