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This is a repost with update and modification after several years.
My thoughts and feelings about my past explotitation had changed after getting married. I am now also in close contact with one of the two ex WL who married and started a family in singapore.
It open up a whole new perspetive as we chat about the past, our views about man and woman, and sex trade.
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WARNING! This isn’t a story for fapping
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Working ladies, lonely man, cheap alcohol, illegal intoxicants, great food, gambling den, ah bengs, STDs,
Drama….
Every once in a while, I can’t help but allow myself to be thrown into this little poisonous circus…
Like many of the rest of the Singapore man, life can get pretty monotonous or meaningless. Family responsibilities, husband/bf responsibilities, job responsibilities, social expectations, peer pressure and even our very own ego weighs on our very shoulders. Above all, we are fighting against our own DNA
-- Our balls cry out to spread our seeds each and every day, but society today has “evolved” to a very pretentious and complicated level today. There are so many sets of conflicting beliefs and rules. Where do we really stand? Which path should we take?
SCREW ALL THESE BULLSHIT. I finishing burning another 1min of my life and throw another 20cent worth onto the floor. A habitual smoker for 14 years, i no longer care how long I live but how to satisfy my daily needs.
My tirak finally came out from her room. She saw me, burst into smile and walked to the entrance of the house. Ignoring the stare of her numbered colleagues and other bypassing customers (and the leaving customer she just finish engaging), she stretch out her hand and pull me into the house. I shyly walked in, hand in hand and dump a wad of cash into the OKTs hand. The fees for 2 session and overnight.
As I walk towards her room, I glance back at my tirak as she squats down and pack her things in the fish tank 001 , 369 , 999 seems to be teasing my happy tirak. 999 turn her head to me and gave me a cheeky wink as if to tell me how much happiness i have injected into my tirak just be coming here. My tirak last customer turn around and gave me a look of amusement. I felt a little awkward but the feeling was quickly washed away by a sense of joy when my tirak watch me with her endearing eyes as she pack her things into the jewelery box I gave her.
369 tile her head to the right and squeal
“Look at your darling! Like Baby! Everyday see her take the box walk here walk there! So happy. I see also want to vomit”
My tirak smiled at me when she heard 369’s teasing. A smile so genuinely happy that can be pulled off by couples that are in love. IN LOVE? Geylang? You got to be kidding me.
I am a “veteran” in Geylang. I had observed sammyboy forum, read and even gave advices in “Woes of a tirak” thread, witness many bros i met through many years of chionging went down. I am here for some quality sex. Screw the world, screw the girl. But here I am, burning cash not because I want sex tonight. But because I miss the company and the sense of romance with this girl who I paid money to fuck 8 months ago.
A week before, I got an SMS from an old regular that I used to frequently visit. Her boss had finally allowed her to go home.
I smile brightly and after 3 months of intentional none contact, I gave her a call. We catch up alittle on old times and made an agreement to visit her one last time
KuanDing, is one of those working girls I rarely come across even after many years of playing in the scene. We have great sexual chemistry since the very first time I patronize her.
Sex With KuanDing has always been passionate and sometimes violent.
My dick always seems to yearn for her after I have a hard day at work. The action can start the very moment I step into the room.
Our kisses are most usually aggressive and well-coordinated. Its like our lips are dancing Salsa, with her usually the slightly violent one as she likes to sneak a bite here and there, and my style a tad more cheeky as i like to break free from the intensity of the kisses from time to time just to watch her reaction, to tease her abit, and when I see puzzlement or hunger in her eyes, I will launch into another aggressive dance of our lips and tongue again.
I remember one time she got pissed while we were in the middle of our intense foreplay when I tried to ripped a piece of her clothing off while we were kissing. I didn’t do it right and must have hurt her. She broke free from the kiss. I saw anger in her eyes but at the same time, her lipstick were smear all over her lips giving her a really sexy look. She must have shouted some insults but whatever she did say, wasn’t file in my memory bank. I did remember I launch into another kiss just to shut her up and grab her neck carefully but firmly and pin her against her flimsy wardrobe.
When I felt her inner thighs dripping with her wetness, it was then I realize KuanDing enjoy the sense of being dominated
There was another time she did bit my lips and i tasted my own blood. She suckle on my bleeding lips ignoring the potential STD risk and dug her nails into my ass urging my raw dick into her.
She isn’t on pill (or at least that what she claimed) nor did she appear to be one that is careful about protection but I rawed and cum into her anyway.
Her favorite finishing move was to sit on my face and eat her after I had cummed into her
I paid the foul looking OKT 2 session as he sat on his desk looking down on his wad of cash in his drawer. He gave me back two pieces of 10 dollar note without any eye contact nor acknowledgment.
GuanDing stood up from her seat from behind the fish tank without any expression.
2 of her colleague turn their head and look at her with a curious look
There was an awkward silence when we entered the room. Its the same familiar room that we had fucked many times before but it felt different… more empty.
She stood there with her back facing me for a while before I decided to ignore the awkward silence and hug her from behind.
The scent on her hair smell the same, her body in my arms felt the same, but it no longer the same.
We hugged in silence for a long time before she turned and look at me.
Gone are the fiery passion that used to fill her eyes when we see each other. The black of her eyes jumping in different directions, filled with curiosity as if she is searching for something.
No words are exchanged but we shared a tender soft kiss, almost as if we had to force ourselves during that moment.
I felt her nails gliding on my back as we kiss, the back of her hand subtly brushed across my groin area. Intentional or not, she should have noticed the none erection between my legs
" I want to feel you cum inside me again" Guan Ting" whispered
Why? I asked.
Silence filled the room again as I waited for the answer.
This isn’t the kind of KC I had experienced before. My experience in the Geylang scene provided me with no answer. What’s her intention?
" Just one last time…before I go back " GuanDing whispered as my mind raced with suspicion.
The tender awkward kisses continue.. everything else feels strangely unfamiliar with GuanDing. The lovemaking was tender and slow. I struggle to maintain full erection at times. GuanDing herself wasn’t her usual wetness as well. Her juices used to drip down her thighs and her nipples will be protruding hard with excitement. Not today.
It took more than an hour before I found the rhythm and willed myself to cum into her. GuanDing show no pleasure as she felt my cock pulsating hot cum into her pussy. Not even a moan. Just intense staring into my eyes.
" Remember me" she whispered again.
That day my original 2 session stretch to 4 instead.
As I paid the foul looking OKT an additional $80, I wondered why was there no communication on the intercom when I exceeded the timing.
Before I left, GuanDing asked if we can have breakfast one last time before she goes home. I reluctantly declined and explained that I am currently in a relationship and didn’t think my GF will be too happy about it. (YES! THE SENSELESS IRONY)
I sense the disappointment. She asked if I will remember her.
I told her I definitely will and I really did. It has been more than 15 years and I remember her till today.
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P.S I gave her the name KuanTing as this is what she usually says whenever I act kuaiLan to her KC.
I never really asked what does KuanTing means but I am guessing its the same as KuaiLan
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For those raw is war brothers who found my story offensive.
Please hold your zapping horses. You may leave me a pm to tell me your thoughts, I promise I won’t zap in revenge
I had never posted any FR nor exchange any raw contacts throughout my chionging lifestyle.
While this story isn’t about rawing, as the story unfold, it will reveal underlying meaning and reasons for both chiongster and WL regarding rawing
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My Tirak swing a hug the moment I enter the room and pull my head towards her for a kiss. She jumps onto the bed and asks why did I visit her today.
I never did like to inform her beforehand whenever I visit. A part of me enjoys surprising her. The sly part of me wishes I will be able to capture whatever evidence that will give me reasons to pull myself away from her.
Today I capture yet another one. Although looking back, it is a really petty one.
She is not wearing the necklace I gave her a few weeks ago. Instead, I see her wearing something else. Something else that could only be given by another guy.
A pang of jealousy and suspicion hit me. I ponder if I should question her. I remember her commenting that she didn’t really like the necklace I gave her but she likes it because it is from me… her tirak.
I try to brush aside my thoughts and remind myself to enjoy the moment. I have heard of all the struggles of other bros with their tirak and remember how silly some of their struggles are. This is one of the silly things that shouldn’t be bothering me but it did.
We kiss and cuddle and tease each other on the bed. She talked about her sister, and her parents back home, and said she is asking her sister to send her some photos of her hometown so she could show me. (this is not the era of smartphone ok?)
My mind keeps drifting to the new necklace on her neck. Is it from someone she likes? Does she think and SMS him daily? Who is he?
My memory bank pulls out an unimportant file.
Tirak: Today a customer give me blah blah blah, I don’t like! I ask him to take back! Tell him I have a boyfriend already! He angry!
It wasn’t something worth taking note back then when she said this. Nevertheless, it was kind of sweet hearing it.
And here she is, wearing a necklace given by someone else.
I bite my lips reminding that she is a working girl. How can I be bothered by something so trivial when there are so many other things that are real reasons that I should be pulling away.
Life of a tirak. I visualize myself shaking my head and laughing at myself. Geylang Hollywood. If you watch enough movies, one day u will be starring in one yourself.. Although this seems more Bollywood than Hollywood.
Has my Tirak been portraying a fake image and made fall into her KC? ……… Or am I thinking too much…..
7 years ago, I watched a 17 years old girl transform from an innocent village girl into a full-fledged merciless KC working girl who within 15 months ripped a few hundreds of thousands of dollars of tip when she went back home.
Today, she is happily married to a Singaporean with two children staying in Singapore and most rare of all, she is nicely integrated into his husband’s family and extended family… with families and cousins of both sides seen in pictures together.
I shall name her Chili Padi
Like numerous other in the cat40 scene, some of them came here with a fake passport. Chili is actually from a Thai neighboring country. Her passport was fake, birthday was fake, and sometimes I even wonder the personality I first witness when she arrives in Singapore was fake or was the environment she put into, so testing that forces her very vulnerable and young mind and soul to take such a drastic change
I was lucky enough to get her the night before she started her first day at work. Her first customer, first overnight, a benefit old regulars of OKT gets to enjoy. (I wonder if old chiongster can guess which thai house this is)
Chilli is a petite girl at around 150cm tall (or slightly shorter) A cup breast, small pink nipples, cute natural hairless armpits, very rare natural almost hairless pink pussy with beautiful small pussy lips.
It almost felt like Lolita, and I was fooled that she was 22 with her fake passport. It was much later on, that I found out she was much younger… much much younger
The memory of our first meeting is totally hazy now. I can’t remember which room or what she wore nor the process that leads to us having raw unprotected sex.
I remember she was mostly quiet. She couldn’t converse even with the most basic English. Neither do I know any Thai.
While the memory of our first night is hazy but a very vivid scene remains till today.
I remember she shut her eyes tightly when I was getting ready to enter her, which caused me to stop and take in her expression for the longest time.
It took a while before she reopens her eyes, with an expression of puzzlement. I tried to comfort her by kissing her head, her eyes, her cheeks, and her lips. I must have also held her hand gently, and kiss her lips plenty of time before I sense her loosen up and returning the kiss a little.
I remember I had many mixed feelings. I am very sure guilt was one of them which I had no idea why I was feeling it at that time. But what I remember most and very vividly (but forgot everything else )was the very moment I enter her.
As my dick head, press into her tight vaginal hole, her eyes widen with fear and a whole series of mix emotion seems to flash pass her eyes. It awakens a very distinct animal instinct in me that made me very determined to penetrate her. From a gentle lover, I became aggressive. I grab both of her wrists and lock it with my grip and body weight, missionary style. She was very tense up but yet reasonably moist. I could sense her vaginal wall tightening, resisting my dick head from further entry but I was also burning hard and pushing my way back in. When I finally push my dickhead through the rim of her entrance, her faces and ears and neck were burning red and she was gasping for air and biting her lips. Inch by inch, feeling every texture of her tunnel, I force my whole length in.
When I finally jerk my last 2 inches deeply into her, a moan that also sounded like a whimper escaped from her mouth as her thighs relax and widen which was previously resisting me from full penetration.
What happened later was a blur. I know the love making alternate from gentle passion to raw animal hard pounding. I remember very distinctly there were moments I felt a pool of trap juices in her vaginal wall splashing about. Her hands, many times were looking to grip on the messed up bed sheet. Her moans escaping from her biting lips whenever I change my strokes and surprising her. Every inch, bumps and texture of her tight tunnel was felt from every thrusting. And when I finally let out my burst of hot warm cum into her, I felt the muscle of my whole body tighten
Physical pleasure at its highest.
What happens later at night is a total blur now. I know we made love again, and in the morning as well. But none of the details nor conversation seems to register.
I visited her many more times the next few weeks, and months later, her appearance changed
A year after, she was totally a different woman, with a very distinct personality that totally contrasts with my initial impression of her.
She enters Geylang in her purest form and perhaps that is also the reason why she was able to absorb and transform totally from the colorful and yet dark influence in Geylang… our Hollywood.
If a drop of red wine falls into a glass of coke. You will hardly notice it. But if a drop of red wine falls into a glass of clear water, the whole glass of water turns red.
I guess that was what best described the transformation of Chili Padi.
In a Thai whorehouse with 20+ Thai girls, all with their own tricks + the accumulated wealth of knowledge from the previous batch of girls, Chili Padi, an innocent village girl is a glass fully empty.
Within months, she had more than a dozen handphones, all the same lastest most expensive Nokia model, in which she will keep one, and sell all the others. Her customers would never know, as she is using the same model. All would have thought the one she is using, is the one they bought for her.
And when the next most expensive newest model is released, she would “loses her phone” and use a really lousy phone as a temp replacement so that she can repeat the cycle of getting all her different smitten clients to buy her another phone again.
Where it is only possible to attain 36 dai per working day (1hr max 3 dai in a 12 working hours environment) She can clock 50+ dai in a single day.
How? by having various “Tirak” calling the OKT to book the same slot but not visiting at all, to let her “rest” (they call it block booking back in those days)
Every month, a few clueless dumb asses, would be celebrating her birthday for her. Her birthday is fake of course and she “hates” diamond" and only likes to wear gold. Why? because gold has resale value and diamond does not.
In my years of chionging, I had witnessed all kinds of KC tricks and drama. But none as colorful and shocking with Chili Padi.
Once in a while, I be invited to spend a night with her, as she has managed to get several carrot heads to do block overnight booking in the same night, I be in the room, observing how she muti task numerous carrot head on the phone, replying in a sleepy voice giving the impression that she is falling asleep so she can hop on to another call.
She has a notepad the contains the profile of her various customers, their visiting timing, and whatever information she gathered from their daily conversation, and a team of friends to play-act with her.
Professional pro at her finest. And I thought I would never fall into the KC trap, after witnessing such extreme
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We all seek sadness sometimes….. If we can’t feel any other emotions, sadness is our best companion. At least we feel alife in someway…
-- Eric Cantona
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I being thrusting harder into my tirak when I notice her grabbing the bedsheet. Her whole body tense up, her moaning stop, she shut her eyes and her eye browns shape into a very alluring frown.
Tirak: “Cum… Cum togooetherrrr..”
Me: argh…(I acknowledge with a grunt, concentrating on the wetness and tightening of her pussy gripping my cock as I try to build up my own orgasm)
Tirak: “Inside me… Inside, I want to feel” she whimpered
Me: “Nooww.. cumming…. now…..” , I lied as I watched the necklace jump around her neck each time I thrust in my pelvis hard not because of passion but because of suspicion and jealousy.
My Tirak raise her hips, and the room roar into a silent as her breathing sound came to a halt. Her neck and ears turn red, and I feel her pussy grip tighten till a new gush of warm wetness surrounds my cock. I couldn’t feel the tightness of her pussy anymore but instead feels a pain above my right nipple. My tirak has to tilt her head up to bite and suck my chest. MY dick is sliding in and out freely now, and I still haven’t cum, and I need to cum now, I am fast losing the moment to the distracting necklace on the neck of my Tirak.
I shut my eyes and imagine my tirak looking into my eyes longingly, telling me she loves me in the angelic white dress I bought her during our trip to east coast.
I sense my orgasm building up again but my tirak has already finished her orgasm. She is now trying to find her breath and also seems to be pushing me away. While frowning, her eyes and mouth form into an O as she takes in air from her mouth, giving a cartoon expression of surprise or whatever… I dunno.
I lost my concentration and breath when an image of a certain man that often wait for my tirak at the waiting area of this damn whorehouse. My orgasm fades away and I collapse onto her.
After we finish catching our breath, my tirak tries to wiggle herself out from under me. I raise my body and withdrew from her. I watch her check my still erecting dick and place her hand onto her pussy, most probably putting a finger into herself to check if I deposited my essence into her.
Tirak: U got cum or never cum?
Me: ermm.
Tirak: Why you never cum? U bluff me! She frowned again.
Me: I laughed.
Tirak: Next time I don’t want to cum already. Cum already very tired you know.
(There is a few missing bytes of data of my memory here. Really can’t recall the whole flow of this scene)
I remember her expressing her frustration, and also pain in her back, grumbling that she is very tired after cumming and very hard to work if she let herself cum. Will be dry, pussy will feel pain… blah blah.
That night, after I shot my swimmers into her after she rides me for like 20mins, she checks my sperm after letting it drip out of her.
Tirak: u got go fuck other girl or not?
Me: no lar.
Tirak: don’t believe you. if never why so long cannot cum, why your water so little?
Me: really don’t have!
Tirak: If u got I understand. But must use condom ok? I only have you no condom me, I don’t want to die.
Me: Really don’t have lar!
Tirak: Bluff!
Me: You then bluff. Your customer so many always come find you 1hr 2hr 3hr. You then have many customers no condom.
Tirak: I always tell you I always use condom u no believe me!
Tell you already, last time have, but now got you, must protect me must protect you, everyone now also uses.
Me: then last time those never use one how? they no angry meh?
Tirak: I tell them already, they want no condom, go find other girls, can find 369, 456 also can, but now find me must use condom.
(blah blah blah, more lost bytes in my memory, can’t paint the whole flow of the scene)
I remember that night, thoughts of how working girls KC their customers by going raw with them, how I find it hard to believe my tirak even though she seems so believable. How logic tells me that I can’t be the only guy. How blah blah blah blah blah blah.
I indeed haven’t been screwing other girls since I found myself missing her each and every day.(ok I did screw an ex regular a week ago. Buts its goodbye sex!) I have given up casual sex when I go clubbing, stop exploring other houses to uncover gems, announce to my ex fuck buddy that I am now in a relationship. There are so many moments that I feel frustrated and wanted to vent my frustration by screwing other girls, just to get the cheap thrill of getting back at my tirak for little petty jealousy or suspicions.
But it has been 4 years since I felt myself in love. For this girl, I want to try to be a good tirak, but my chiongster mentality logic always puts up a fight, causing me to struggle to love her completely, causing us unnecessary arguments.
I thought of Chilli Padi, Ling, Fon, PingPing , KuanTin, and several others that I had gone raw over my last 12 years of Chionging. I thought of how I had witnessed so many KC, how both bros and working ladies struggle in the ever so dramatic land of Hollywood.
I start to pull out all the facts and observations from my memory bank over the years and visualize the kind of emotion, reality, and moral struggle a working girl can go through each day till they finally surrender their soul.
I already see it all and know it all. Why am I going into such a petty and childish argument over a dumb necklace and condom?
Am I really In love? Or I am just seeking the emotional thrill in Geylang Hollywood?
I studied my Tirak as she pounces around the room doing her nightly cleaning up routine. A trace of white cum leak down her thighs when she bends over to change the bedsheet, in which accordingly to her, she specifically bought this bed sheet just for my usage whenever I stayed overnight.
She was smiling to herself while she studied the pattern on the bedsheet. More white cum leak out from her pussy and she carelessly uses her index finger to wipe up the leakage and dip the cum covered finger into her mouth.
Her eyes rolled upwards as she licks her lips as if she is trying to study the taste.
She didn’t look back at me. Nor give me a pretentious cfm look where other sluts most probably would had done. She simply tasted it and then dive into deep thoughts.
She took out her notebook and started writing down notes. The number of session she clocked today, and the amount of tips she got etc etc.
Then, she took out a book I am all too familiar with. I bought that book for her, in which she uses it as a journal.
I studied the features on her face, the dimples that I fell in love with, the delicate neck and the shoulder line connecting her collarbone. Her firm B cup breast with nice small nipples jigs around each time she tucks her hair to the back of her ears as she dives into her own secluded world to write her journal.
She is indeed beautiful with a very proportionate figure. Features that made me became her regular in the first place and visited her almost daily because as a season chiongster, I know when I spot a super rare gem and the tactic to secure a super rare gem is not to shower them with gifts but strike hard and fast to fill the emotional and mental gap in them before others did to secure the most exclusive services.
So how can we be in love? This can only be purely transaction. No hassle gf sex is what we Chiongster want.
And then my tirak did something. While writing, she removes her necklace and put it in a random box filled with other miscellaneous stuff of paper clips, sweets and cheap pieces of jewellery.
She then took out the jewellery box I gave her and unlock it. Inside contains the necklace and all other little things including random small handwritten notes I gave her, neatly arranged.
She put on the necklace I gave her and went back to writing her journal.
I watched the whole process and an image of an ex malaysian cat 150 name Bing Bing flashed across my mind
A pro will never truly love you while still in the trade and probably can never will
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(Translated from Mandarin)
BingBing : " I am … your woman… my body belongs to you.. fuck me hard.. I want you to feel good… I want my body to be filled with your hot essence…I am yours… fuck me hard… I am yours… my body is yours…Say I am your woman! Say it.. "
I felt her pussy contracted.. but it isn’t the irregular spasms of pussy muscle but rather a learned controlled pussy contraction that Bing Bing does to give more pleasure for her client.
Me: *Groan*
Bing Bing: Yes! I like to hear that. Tell me you belong to me, just tell me… let me hear it.
(Silence)
Bing Bing: I just want to hear it… tell me you are my man.. and you belong to me. Say it… Say it….
Me: I am yours.. I am your man.. I love you…..
Upon hearing, BingBing digs her nails into my ass and pull my neck towards her and gave me a very animal kiss where I felt the clashing of our teeth, and biting on my lips. It hurts, but it also made my sperm burst out of my balls and splat into the walls of Bing Bing raw vaginal.
BingBing: Yes.. Shoot inside me… make me yours…urghhh…..
I felt more intense contraction from her pussy wall causing a milking effect on my dick. The spasms in my dick seem to have prolonged by another few seconds although it didn’t feel like I had any more cum to shoot.
I however wondered did she really had an orgasm or was that her pussy contraction skill.
“You are my man…..” Bing Bing whispered to herself… Her eyes watery… in a Daze. She snaked her lips onto my neck and begin to suckle. This wasn’t for pleasure. She is marking her territory.
I resisted a little… very little…. it was just a small natural reflex of tilting my head a little to move the skin on my neck to loosen her lips’ grip on my neck.
Her pussy tightens as if she is telling me to stay inside her.
I froze.. concentrating on the pleasure… Feeling the warmth of our juices flowing about between my still harden cock and her tunnel
" I am your woman." (Wo shi Ni de Nu Ren) She whispered again as she studied her mark on my neck.
I watched the tone in her eyes changed from a loving girlfriend to suddenly a professional courtesan
BingBing: Did you feel good?
Me in dazed: uh? ah… Yeah yeah…. it was very intense
She studied me for a few seconds. “Don’t think too much into what was being said. Just enjoy that moment. Don’t worry.
Me: ah…. soo.. you said those to make me feel good?
BingBing: Partly. But also to make myself feel good.
Me: Oh?
BingBing smiled and nodded her head and explained that while I am her client, she also does have emotional and sexual needs and being in this trade means having their emotional and sexual needs frequently tickled, unfulfilled, disillusioned and broken
Most new pros at geylang will have a few cycles of disillusioned relationship when they misunderstood the emotions and intimacy they felt from great sex from a particular regular client is a basis to start a relationship with them.
I left the room that day feeling slightly confused and wondered a lot about the life of BingBing and other working Pros.
I started paying more attention In woes of a Tirak and other threads of people that are in a relationship with a Geylang working girl.
Back then, Sammyboy was a lot less commercialize and most Chiongster only just began to share their geylang drama in the forum. We samsters were a lot less informed and naive compared to samsters today.
I continue to patronize BingBing for many more years till she retired and we became sort of friends along the way. She is either a very transparent straightforward person, or somewhere along the way, we develop a very frank and open friendship.
She was indeed a teacher to me in many ways, much like the nicknamed samsters gave her from tommy’s place
A pro will never truely love you while still in the trade and probably can never will
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Where Disneyland or teens magazine taught us that love is unconditional and eternal, BingBing showed me that love is simply a disillusioned state of heighten sense of well being and is another form of transaction between humans.
For BingBing, the need for “love” is no different from the need for food or water , which can be purchased by currency.
The difference is there is no factory that can manufacture love for purchase, like food or water. Suppliers of love are from common people like us and it doesn’t come in definite quality, quantity or consistency. It is ever-changing, and therefore the transaction is ever-changing as well.
It is like abstract art, totally junk for some but can worth millions for others.
BingBing: “Today I feel like having good Japanese food, and I just got my salary and is having an off day. So I am willing to spend 90mins on traveling and 120 dollars on the food. Tomorrow I am busy, in a bad mood, but still rich. I am thus only willing to spend 5mins on traveling, 120dollars on food, but due to time constraints, I went to a nearby restaurant and end up spending 200 dollars on food which I didn’t enjoy either due to my bad mood or the food is simply lousy.” She stared at me and observed my reaction.
Me: ahh… (In deep thoughts) (Silence….) So.. in a way.. it is no different from feeling hungry? (Her analogy still didn’t quite make sense to me till today but somehow I still understood what she is trying to say)
BingBing: *smile* When you are feeling empty or lonely, you seek love and companionship just like when you seek food when you are hungry.
I like you, I really do and sometimes I feel “love” when we are intimate. Sometimes I wish we get to see each other more when I feel lonely or I have a bad day. But my views about love is very different from you. I am in the flesh trade, where I open up my body and become totally vulnerable in exchange for money. A woman’s emotional defense, spiritual identity, sense of ownership and belonging is at its most vulnerable state when we dun have our clothes to protect us. When we are being penetrated by strangers, we need to block our emotions or we end up losing ourselves from one man to another. It is a very scary and dark world when we do not know who belongs to me and who do I belong to. It is the same as not knowing where and how to get food and water for the next 3 days."
(She Paused)
BingBing stared at me with intensity that made me feel naked and vulnerable.
BingBing “So when I tell you I love you and wish you are mine, I do mean it but in my own terms which is very different from yours. I wish you belong to me sometimes, I want you to cum inside me because it makes me feel I belong to you. But that is also for my own sense of belonging. That I belong to someone but ONLY for that moment, because I am in the flesh trade. You understand?
Me: I understand….
We made love that day, lost in time for hours in which she refuses to calculate how much I needed to give her OKT but assures me she will settle it.
I continue to visit her frequently for many years whenever I needed quality sex and pay for it. From time to time, she will SMS me and we will meet at a nearby hotel and have sex the way she wants it. Occasionally, we have a date for a meal or movie either as a friend or lover depending on her mood that day.
We went to a concert once as a couple in which she either bought or got the tickets from someone. I visited her hometown once in which I pose as her Singaporean boyfriend to wrap up her stories she tells back home.
And then she gave me a wallet one day, and retire and disappear from our Geylang Hollywood.
Nothing was said but everything is communicated from that wallet……an item that holds currency but also of personal and of sentimental value.
Sorry for the lack of update.
As this story was first written many years back, and the characters and my experience with them had further developed. I am now having a hard time trying to connect the different timeline.
Further update might get confusing and I will need feedback if it is so.
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We all seek sadness sometimes….. If we can’t feel any other emotions, sadness is our best companion. At least we feel alife in someway…
-- Eric Cantona
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I stared at the pants hanging at the back of the door. Hidden in it is the wallet Bing Bing had given me and I wondered what life is BingBing leading now… and what did chilli padi’s husband go through to marry one of Geylang’s biggest KC Queen. I thought about QingQing… a girl who claim she is pregnant with my child and got send back home….. Ah Fon and Ling.. where we both had a memorable beyond the norm good-spirited Geylang Hollywood adventure. Then I thought about the numerous singapore girls I had a relationship with…and if I am too biased against singapore girls…. Maybe it is still possible to have a real relationship with one? Pearly the high maintainence girl…Chrissy the…..
“Today a customer wants to give me $300.00 to have sex with him no condom”, my Teerak said in a very monotonousness tone.
I jerk myself back to my senses with my eyes still fixated on the pocket area of my hanging pants.
ME: and?
Teerak: I tell him go find 69.
Me: Oh? You don’t want him?
Teerak: This Friday my mense come. Off day. I go your home cook for you?
Me: …… ah… ok… Really? (Still in thoughts about the previous topic)
Teerak: yes… your mama will like me? I scared…
Me: I like you…. so mama will like you….You got other customer no condom with you? I tried to switch the topic back.
Teerak: Darling. I love you. So I must take care of myself for you. I know you don’t believe me. I understand. But I will still take care of myself for you. When I not working here, I can love you 100 percent ok?
We made slow passionate love that night. (I booked 2 session PLUS overnight.) Nothing spectacular. Just feeling each other with all our senses under the bedsheet.
The room was total darkness.. it allows my imagination to flow….
My mind jumped between images of the woman I had sex with while my body enjoys the very delicate sensation given by my teerak’s tongue and touches.
Her vaginal remain wet and warmth for the longest time without efforts from me… we just move our hips in sync as we flow from one position to another. Its a bit like tantric sex but we didn’t try to have one. I just wasn’t trying to reach orgasm and didn’t aim to give her one either. After an hour or two I ejaculated into her. There was no gasping for air or any moaning.
I didn’t even felt when my orgasm was near. My sperm just flow into her while I was kissing her, smelling her breath and I fell asleep while I was just inside her.
When we woke up… dried up cum was around her pussy and inner thighs. It was hard waking up. I didn’t feel rested at all although I fell into a deep sleep.
I left the whorehouse in a strangely surreal state. I feel tired, peaceful and yet empty and confused.
Work will have to wait today. I am going home to sleep.