I thought about this a lot but when you’ve reached a certain age in life, you’re kinda like oh well, fuck it. I’ve got nothing to lose anyway. I actually kinda profited from it by writing articles about this and having it published on magazines and sites. LOL!
I’ve fucked and gotten fucked over (be it technically, literally, physically/mentally), by countless of men thru out my whole life. Honestly, I never really expected my life to be….how do I put this, interesting? Perhaps to some of you it might be fiction, it might be some kind of fantasy but to me, this is my life, real life and I’m just sharing my experiences. Hey, who knows, maybe I fucked some of you before.
The first time I ever saw or even came in contact with a penis ‘sexually’, I must be like…5-6 years old? I was playing hide and seek with all of my other male cousins, I hid inside my own wardrobe with my eldest cousin, Hamburger. Hamburger was a nickname for him, I don’t know why, perhaps it’s because he used to have a hamburger doll. I didn’t really know what was going on until he starts to show me his prepubescent uncircumcised penis. He then proceeded to asked me if I love him.
This came to an abrupt stop after the adults came shouting and asking us to get out of the wardrobe and not hide inside there. I do not know if my cousin is inside this forum, cause he is quite a….proper upright man. Well, at least that is how he seems to be? I think within that no nonsense exterior, is a sexual deviant. Of course, this is just my assumption. I think I might be the black sheep of the family?Oh wait, I think I already am. Hahahaha. I admit, I was rather wild and unconventional when I was young and I still am!
If you are my cousin (T) and you somehow come across this…erm, hiiiii? Bet you didn’t know that I still remembered that, didn’t ya? Hope your wife is good in bed ~
When I was in Primary School, P2 I think, the whole school got reprimanded because some kids went to a porn site on a computer and the computer froze, with that page still showing. The school placed a few computers next to the canteen to encouraged us to use it for learning. Huge mistake. From then on, whenever we have computer lessons, and the teacher left the class for a bit or substitute teacher who thought we could be trusted to stay in the class without anything happening, most of the boys will rushed to the front and used the teacher’s computer to go to sites like Sfogs (It was like the hit site at that point of time. Hilarious, do anyone still remember this, I think it was around the late 90s to early 2000s?) and porn sites. Cause the teacher’s computer has no restrictions at all. You could go to any freakin porn site you wanted. The boys who would help set up the projectors and shit, would go and fiddle with the cables, and voila! The whole class get to view full uncensored porn on the screen. I still remember they particularly like to play angmo porn clips and you can hear the sounds of moaning, panting etc thru the speakers at the top of the class.
It was around this time I found a few photo books belonging to my father. It was usually full of women showing their boobs at the beach or somewhere else, posing etc. They have all these weird blue green red outlines surrounding the model. It was weird. Then I realized, ah, it says something something 3D at the front and it comes with the weird paper 3D glasses too. Very cool. I also found a few photographs, I think it’s one of my father’s girlfriend when he was young. You know those 80s hongkong style? Yeah, that. The girl was wearing a black bra, looking all sultry. Hahahaha. My mother found out about it and threw all the books away. The photos are still inside the photo album drawers tho. She was your classic 80s beauty, long flowy hair, pretty face, dark lipstick. I guess it kinda have an impact on me?
I remembered back in primary school, they used to give out this little card for the student to bring home and find people like their family/relatives/neighbors to donate to some charity organizations. If you went back to school with an empty card, the form teacher will shame and ridicule you in front of the whole class. Those motherfuckers. I never did liked my teachers. Whenever my father was back from work overseas, they’ll call him up to ’talk’ about me which always 100% resulted into me getting beaten up so badly. All those slaps across the face, getting whipped by the belts, canes, chairs or whatever he has on hand, getting kicked by him. A few times he hit me until I bleed. Hahaha.
So every time they did the donation shit, I will always pocket the money my father gave me but I coudn’t hand it in empty and I’m definitely not gonna cross out and rewrite the amount. I did that once in P6 and my from teacher, would then proceed to announced to the whole class about my ‘good’ deeds.
Now to escape this, me and a few other friends decided to hit up the neighborhood coffee shops to asked for donations. The uncles and the office men at the coffee shop would say yes easily, very generous men. They’ll asked me to sit on their laps and they’ll gave me a dollar or more for the donation and I thought, hey, that’s easy! Just sit on their lap and I either get a dollar or more. So I sat on their laps and they’ll put their arms around me with a gleeful smile, in a very father-figure like pose and told me that I’m such a good kid, going around asking for donations. When I grew up and looked back, I realized what they were actually trying to do.
It was also around this time, a little after my 8th birthday, after the constant showings of porn clips by the boys in class. I decided to try it out myself. I laid in bed at night, pants down and placed my hands on my crotch. I didn’t know what to do or what am I suppose to feel. I decided to try and imitate what I saw, the lady was rubbing her pussy and I didn’t know what a pussy was. Sex education was only for P4-P6. I moves my hands around and felt a small little bump, my clit. So I rubbed it up and down with my index finger. I didn’t know what to expect. I felt nothing but it didn’t stop me from trying. Night after night, I would keep trying until I felt that strange foreign buzz like sensation coming from my pussy. My legs would tremble and it was a sensation like there’s a flowing liquid passing thru my vagina. I was shocked and amazed at the same time. I wanted to feel it again but my clit would be so sore that I stopped.
I do not know why but i was hooked on that weird sensation that I did it almost every night.
I grew up among boys, naturally I’m gravitated to playing with boys in school. I played with a couple of older boys after school and there was this incident that I’ve never forgotten. They proposed that we ‘fight/wrestle’ and if they won, I have to show them my panty that I was wearing. I made up some excuse that I needed to go home and I couldn’t stay and fight them. I was also slightly embarrassed.
Because that day, I was wearing red power rangers underwear. HAHAHAHAHA.
Err….I don’t know why….suddenly got drama. Dudes, I just posted two pages nia! Two freakin pages only!
I can understand if some of you doubt my existence and the validity of my experiences and my life, I’m fine with it cause even I don’t understand why my life turned out this way. It might be some fantasized tale to some of ya but it was and still is my life. Everyone grew up differently, we saw different parts of life and have our own aspects on things. We make different choices and have different outlooks. I think the most we can do is to not be judgemental and have an open mind.
And to you, who said I have a penis. Well, suck my dick and if you think just because i’m a female, I don’t got no dick. I have a pink dildo in my drawer.
This just makes me laugh, made me remember the days where I would tell guys that I’m a ladyboy so they would get off my back.
Let’s see…now where was I….
My father took me and my brother out on outings with ‘Second Mummy’ a bunch of times. He wasn’t around for the most part of my childhood but he made it up by giving me the freedom I always complained to him about and buy me material things. He told us to called her ‘Second Mummy’. She was nice, rather pretty too. They were colleagues. Sometimes he would bring me to his office in Jurong, where all the big office are for like the oil tankers and shit. His office mainly dealt with fixing up those huge big ships at the shipyard. He would leave me alone with the computer where I’ll play runescapes or run around outside playing with the office dogs while he sneaks off somewhere with her. I didn’t know what was going on at that time until I was in the middle of secondary school, my mother cried and asked me, handing me a phone bill, is my father cheating on her? I lied and said no, told her not to be crazy, my father is out at sea, how to cheat?
It brought me back to the incident when I was 12, where my parents asked me who would I go with if they got a divorce. I wasn’t clear why they were asking me that but I answered that I’ll go with my father. He understands me more and I get the freedom I crave for so much. In actual fact, I knew my father was cheating on her and it wasn’t the first time. My brother was still young and I didn’t want him to grow up with issues. Father spent six months out in the china seas, communicating thru the occasional emails to me asking how was everything at home. I knew he had a china girlfriend cause when he passed me his phone to use as I lost mine, he told me to delete the text messages, I did not.
I read thru every single text messages that was inside. With my barely there basic comprehension of mandarin, I managed to made out that the lady was annoyed and begging my father to send her money, take it as a repayment of when she took care of him when he was in China. I wasn’t shocked. I deleted the messages and kept quiet, pretending I knew nothing about it at all. There was a time I found pictures of him and another china lady inside a digital camera, taken in Sentosa. I quickly removed the pictures, wiped the SD card clean and handed the camera to my mother as she was gonna use it on her trip back to Thailand. I still have the pictures, hidden somewhere inside a folder of an old acer laptop in my room, on top of my desk, where my mother regularly cleans my room for me.
Am I supposed to feel nonchalant about this? My friend found out her father cheated on her mom with their maid and she went absolutely ballistic, crying and cursing her father. She encouraged her mother to get a divorce, even seeking help from her relatives but her mother still chose to stay with her father.
I graduated from primary school with average scores. Mandarin is not my forte and I fucked up really badly in science. I got sent to the worst school in the north. I think the school closed down a few years back? It was your normal school full of pai kia. Can’t be too sure but the police came by rather frequently. A few fights got too bad that the ambulance was called etc. I struggled to fit in badly but I was still the odd one out. If you hang out with boys or even get too friendly with a guy, all the fuckin rumors will start to fly.
“Orh….you like him is it? You all stead is it? Why you like him?” “I think she maybe carry his bb liao…you think they do that already or not?”
Noisy bitches, I really couldn’t stand the gossiping and all the ‘I don’t friend you liao’ shit. I was a nerd in secondary school, ugly and plump. I don’t dress up too, I was quite a tomboy, trying to prove my shit like I can do whatever a boy can and do it even better. I didn’t wear a skirt till I was like….17? A complete 180 turn from when I was still a small girl, always in cute dresses and having my relatives telling me to pose for the camera. I was the only girl among my cousins.
Despite having such hatred for socializing with girls, I can’t help but still want to fit in with them. It was a rather hard and conflicting 4 years for me. I just couldn’t seem to be friends or even make friends with them. Like, how the fuck am I gonna sit there and listen to your fake imaginary boyfriend that you concocted due to the fact that you’re just jealous of your ‘best friend’ for having a dude from another school and your low self-esteem? Just because the boys in school don’t like you romantically. Hey, nobody liked me. I have no issues with that. I know I’m weird but it’s how and who I am, annit? Sorry if I called you out on your bullshit but isn’t it better to get this out then pretending to keep up the stupid facade and knowing full well the group of girlfriends are talking shit bout you behind your back?
Maybe it’s just me who thought this way. After a few more nasty incidents, I just couldn’t be fucked with it anymore. I decided to switch and hanged out with a few NT kids I met while I voluntarily walked and stayed out of a teacher’s class. Back in my NA class, I’ll just keep quiet and listen to them talk. Who and who is going steady, who and who fucked in the multi-storey carpark staircase, who and who lost their virginity. The usual boring shit. It was also my last year in secondary school that I decided to get a boyfriend. Friendster was like the hip shit back then. I made a profile, posted a few relatively emo pictures and just waited. I think that’s when Alan/Alex came by. There’s nothing much to say besides me breaking the poor fella’s heart. He was a nice guy, I think 20? I lied and said I was 18. we talked on the phone and texted every night.
So this is what it’s like to have a boyfriend? I didn’t necessarily liked him in that romantic way, it was kinda like my final attempt to fit in with the girls in school. I even skipped school just to go meet up with him. We met once and it wasn’t too bad. Funny guy.
He took a trip to hongkong with his family, got me a huge teddy bear as a present but I dumped the poor fella by completely ignoring his calls and texts. He even got his female friends to come and try talk to me, but to no avail. Because the girls told me: “Is this Alan person your bf? I saw on Friendster, he looks ugly!” Dropped him immediately. I felt bad tho but I reasoned with myself that I wasn’t interested in him romantically and what will the girls said about me? When you’re a teen it seems popularity and having friends is like a huge part of your life.
I’m sorry Alan, from the bottom of my heart. I truly am. You’re a great guy, just wasn’t for me when I was 17. I think after 20 probaby, would have been better? I would be more mature in terms of thinking by then.
When I hit 18, a week after my birthday, I thought maybe it’s high time I should lose my virginity. I didn’t want to head into society and still be getting picked on for being a virgin. Besides, being a virgin or not doesn’t really affect me. I hit up a guy I randomly found on the internet. Msn I think? I told him that I would like to lose my virginity/would like to know how sex feels like. He agreed. Okay, at this point I don’t look that ugly or nerdy. Kinda a bit like an ah lian tho? Dyed my hair blonde and I even know how to use an eyeliner! Big womanly improvement!
*clap clap clap*
I changed my bed sheets, turned on the air-conditioner, sprayed my mother’s Chanel perfume in my room. Set the mood, ya know? Losing your virginity should be like a huge moment in life where you become a full-fledged adult woman. I can’t remember his name. He was maybe the same age or a year older? Plump boy. Kissing him sucked tho. Thick lips but….it seem he isn’t that good with kissing? No biggie, I was more focus on his dick instead. After mentally preparing myself from all the stories I heard from the girls during secondary school and even looking thru the books in the library. I was ready, no ounce of fear in me at all. I was actually anticipating it.
It was a bummer. His dick was…..short. I guess, you could say it was at the very least, thick??? In my mind I was like, ‘Huh, that’s it? Where the fuck is his length? Why isn’t it the same as those that I saw in the porn videos? Why?!’ I was very disappointed. ‘Aiyah, as long as he can get the job done can liao.’
I stripped naked, he liked my boobs. I was a small C by then. He tried his best with his fingers to turn me on by fingering me. Naturally I got wet, but inside I felt wrong? Where is the buzz-like sensation I felt when I played with myself? I laid down and he proceed to stick his dick in me. From that point on, I put up a great show. I felt a small nudge inside my vagina and that’s it. Where’s the excruciating pain that I was bracing myself for?
He proceeded to move his body and started humping me. I never felt any of the sensations everyone was talking about. I literally felt so bad for him that I bloody pretended to moan and cry out in pain. Less than 5 minutes and he was done. He took his dick out and came in his hand. Wow, so this is what sex supposed to be like? So…..non-entertaining? It’s nothing like the porn clips where they could go on for like hours. He apologized to me and asked if I was happy that he took my virginity. I didn’t answer cause there was no pain and definitely no blood on the sheets.
He dressed himself and asked if I wanna hang out with him next time, I declined saying that I’m tired and would like to rest. Why would I even wanna hang out with him again? So he could get his fill and I get disappointing sex again? Fuck no. I sat down and thought what exactly went wrong. Did I do something wrong or was his penis too short to even penetrate the hymen? Why wasn’t there any pain and……I never felt that so called mind blowing female orgasm when he fucked me! I was really bummed out. Then something came into my mind. The arcade when I was still in primary school.
Uncle Johnny was trying to date my mother’s pretty cousin, so he would bring me and my brother out to play in kids park or the arcades. To leave a good impression with my mother’s cousin. He would always tell us to say nice and good things about him to our aunt. He was always around a lot whenever our aunt came to Singapore to visit my mother. She was a very pretty siambu, not the kinds that you find in the siamdiu. Serious, no joke. Her skin was quite fair, long dyed brown hair that reached below her shoulders. Dressing quite moderately fashionable back in the early 2000s, she was quite talented too. He gave us a bunch of tokens and we could go play whatever machines that we liked.
I went on this aracde machine, lost my balance and I fell from it. Bleeding horribly and crying, it was fucking painful. Uncle Johnny was shocked. He consolded and cleaned me up well, brought me home and told my mother about it. She inspected me and at night told my father in thai, so I wouldn’t understand (
actually I do, I just pretended that I don’t understand
): “She fell down in the arcade today. I checked and saw blood in her underwear.” So i think I broke my hymen by falling from the machine??
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Please go look up on scientified articles or even google before giving your two cents. Don’t look like some un-educated hick please. Oh and extra information, I was doing chinese dance in primary school, did a lot of splits and whats not. Besides that, I was always running around playing with boys. Might have stretched and thinned out my hymen.
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So technically, I lost my virginity to an arcade machine. That machine was called Prop Cycle. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Stupid right?
I went into my old email which I’ve never used in years to look for ‘proof’ and also I needed to get a few pictures for my next article. Look what I’ve found! Is Tagged still around?
Bah, I feel so old right now. The good ol’ days of friendster, viwawa and maple story. Never really did play the game but heard a lot of complaints aout KS and shit. Do any of you remember blowing your allowances on buying the cards at 7-11 for like online credits to dress up your maple characters?
I’ll post the next segment of my life soon, hustling for that moneh.
It’s puzzling but I remembered everything that has happened to me in life. Can I be considered memorious like Funes? If you don’t know, go google. It’s a short story by Borges. The earliest incident of my life that I could remember was like at age 3? Waking up in the kitchen of the old apartment while my mother was mopping the floor. It’s weird yet I find it highly fascinating about the wonders of the mind. Fuck, perhaps I should put my education to good use and join a research or something.
Hahaha.
After the disappointing ’take away my virginity sex’, naturally I didn’t tell anyone. Not even my best friend at that time. I find it to be an embarrassing incident for me. Luckily, Tagged was starting to become popular. My friends introduced me to it, saying something about being able to meet guys, become friends or even get a boyfriend. 18 liao, I’m a legal adult now! There’s nothing to do but party with friends and have lots of fun! Woot woot.
Not to mentioned the amount of sex chats and dick cams you get on MSN from random boys.
Of course sex has never been out of my life. You’ll be surprised how often girls talk about sex between themselves. She could be a quiet, shy demure girl but when we’re talking about sex, it’s like there’s something coming alive inside of her. At this point I was in ITE and failing, I completely lost interest in the course as it wasn’t my first choice (they didn’t have anything I liked nor wanted so I randomly picked something I might be interested in), I came to ITE because I don’t wanna stay and move forward to sec 5. I have issues with the teachers and my classmates. My take on ITE was just a place to go and hang out with friends until I figured out what I would like to do in life and how I would go from there.
Did I became a full-fledged ah lian? I don’t think so? Like yeah, I did try to learn how to smoke those thin lady cigarettes. Never worked out, I dropped the whole ‘pretending to be a social smoker thing’ later on but you could always catch me with a cigarette in hand back then. I did beat up a bitch’s then boyfriend tho. I was quite fierce back in the days. Quite gungho too. If my friends have any daiji, be it guy or girl, I would be willing to help even if it means beating the other party up.
(The whole 369, ang soon tong, and 18 something era. I know it’s 18 something…i can’t really recall. I dated someone from the 18 something gang. I don’t know if he really is one lah but he claimed to be some kind of sub-devision leader nonsense. He got a thick dick tho, later I’ll write about him! In secondary school, there even got this simi DS gang. Hahahaha. That time it seems like every day always got daiji one, be it friends, the whole god-siblings shit or bf/gf issues.)
I never join any gang. I’m a very good girl! Me ish a guai kia. LOL! Bleached my hair, T-shirt from Mango or Bebe and denim shorts with slippers (your standard ah lian dressing), started wearing contacts, pierced my ears, nose and tongue. I even got a snake bites piercing! (Naturally, as I grow older, can’t be bothered with all the studs and it wasn’t my style anymore but I still kept my tongue piercing.) My father always commented which holes I’m gonna put next into my body. Lol.
Why did I do it? I’m not really sure, perhaps it gave off the whole ‘I’m tough, don’t mess with me’ look plus my friends were doing it too. I was always a daring girl, I’m always up for any crazy shit. Tho my father did got mad over my tongue stud…
The girls I was friends with were always in a relationship. One would be telling us how her boyfriend loved fondling her chest. She did had big boobs, body’s a bit on the heavier side but guys kinda dig her. Her boyfriend would be hugging her from the back when they took the train to school etc so he could feel her boobs discreetly. The other would tell us about how she would entice her rich boyfriend (drives a Mercedes belonging to his dad) by lifting her legs up into the air while she laid down on the bed. They would of course share other sex tales that they heard from their friends, asking one another if we know the guys from Tagged whom they were flirting with. The most memorable gossip I’ve heard from my friend was about her school classmate. (I can’t really elaborate on the details, don’t wanna get sued. Hahaha.)
This classmate was a chio bu. Fair and slim, the kind that most guys would try to jio. She hooked up with a er……富三代? Basically, the son of a rich business man, a very rich businessman. You’ll buy their products for a certain public holiday period, can’t really say more or it’ll be too obvious. They stay around the same neighborhood as your leader. *cough cough* Now, she wasn’t from a well to do family and she managed to hooked this guy, you think she’ll let him go? Golden tortoise who don’t want? Especially when he was….how to put this nicely, hao lian? Always showing off, driving some different brand of sports cars every time. The first time they met up, he brought her home the very same night.
It was a rather turbulent relationship. They were on and off all the time until she became pregnant. Apparently, this guy was into BDSM. Singapore’s Christian Grey? Hahahahahaha. No choice, her got her knocked up. They got married in a rather lavish yet low-keyed event. If you grew up watching TVB drama, you could kinda know how her life played out. The same classic plot, it isn’t too good.
Is it me or most rich boys have some kind of fetish/fucked up preferences? I used to have a huge crush on this older boy, he was 16 I think, few year older. I used to saw him at the basketball court most of the time. I had a maid and she was friend with his maid, Nikki. I think his name was Shaun/Shawn/Sean? But his maid would always call him Shaun-ah. He stayed in the block next to mine, the one where the apartment had 2 floors. My maid, Wati, would sometimes bring me over to the house where I would play with the dog, a collie named Junior. Nikki would then start chatting with my maid, talking about her indian worker boyfriends, her employers etc. Sometimes Wati would shared with me what Nikki shared with her. Like how Shaun would come out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist and when he saw Nikki, he would purposely dropped the towel to flashed his penis to her.
Somehow they started to have money issues, the wife fell sick and was immobilized in a wheelchair. They had to move houses, just a few street down, into a smaller and cheaper apartment. The wife didn’t make it and passed away. It was from then on, Nikki started changing. She was always seen in nice clothes, jewelry etc. She even started wearing makeup regularly. She told Wati that she was in a relationship with the husband and he had showered her with gifts. There was a big photo portrait of the wife hanging in the living room. Nikki said the husband covered it with a cloth and one day when she was in her room, he came in and began to sweet talked her into having sex. Nikki said they’ve been fucking everywhere in the house and she’s in love with her employer.
I don’t know what happened to Nikki after that as Wati distanced herself from her. She said Nikki became haughty and doesn’t seem to know that it might end up badly for her. Before Wati became the maid in my house, my parents employed another maid who didn’t do her job. She was nice, yes but she would always feed us bread to eat as our meals. She spent more time in talking to other maids and trying to get a boyfriend. There was once where she asked me if this indian worker could come to our house. I was young, I know nothing about sex, so I just said yes. She locked herself with him in my room. Before they went in, they were sitting around in the living room, she would say something about how her bra straps are itching/hurting her and the indian worker would answer that he could help her with it.
I don’t know if their relationship work out cause after they came out of my room, I never saw him again. She was sent back to the agency because I blurted out in the car once when my father was driving that she has a boyfriend and he even came to our house before. They even went into my room. I felt a bit guilty for that. I kinda ruined her chance in working here? I was young, I didn’t know that it would be this serious. Hell, I didn’t even know what sex was.
BUT if your name is Shaun/Shawn/Sean, you used or maybe is still staying in the north. You wear glasses. You had a Rough Collie dog named Junior. Average male height and build. Your face were a bit chubby. I just want to tell you that I had the biggest crush on you and wouldn’t mind hooking up with ya. Don’t worry, I’m not how I used to look like back then.
Though, I don’t know if I still wanna hook up with you now. Hahahahaha.
I think he should be a middle aged man by now. Hi Stan ~ based on how horny you were, i guess you would be in here.
I tried to look for a boyfriend, but I think I wasn’t attractive enough? The guys I’m interested in wants the chio ones and I’m just the backup. So I wasn’t taking it too seriously, if the guys hit me up on Tagged was someone I’m relatively interested in, I would fuck them. I can’t exactly remember when but I think it’s in the mid of 2011 that I met Stan. We met thru yahoo chat, if I’m not wrong? I was looking thru my emails, getting replies from institutions etc. When he suddenly popped up in the sidebar, my yahoo chat notifications was blinking.
He stayed around my area, just a few streets away. He was way older than me. Early thirties, staying with his parents. He invited me over to hang out as I was bored. I agreed even though I know this eventually will lead to sex. I went over, we chatted and he offered to show me a japanese porn video. We watched it while his hands was roaming my body. We made out, he started to get my jeans off while I pulled my shirt up, exposing my lilac lace bra. I wasn’t exactly hands on tho. I didn’t know what to do besides laying there in my undies while kissing him. He unhooked my bra, slipped off my panty and started to play with my pussy. I was already wet from watching the porn video that’s still playing. He was excited.
He took off his shorts, lo and behold, the hairy stout pole appeared. He got me up and asked me to blow him. I’ve never did a blowjob before but judging from what I’ve seen from porn vids, I sticked my tongue out and slowly proceed to lightly licked the tip of his dick. I got a hold of his dick and licked the shaft before becoming bolder and put it into my mouth, slowly bobbing my head up and down, letting my drool run everywhere. He got so hard that he got me off the floor, laid me down onto his bed, spread my legs and positioned himself. I was just looking at him with my eyes all wide and innocent, and the next I was giving him the ‘come fuck me’ smile.
He stick his dick inside me, exclaiming how wet and warm it was inside. His dick was nothing impressive tho I did put on a good show for him. I moaned a little and it excites him to the point that he was encouraging me to moan louder so others could hear. I was far too shy and embarassed for it so I just kept my moan either muffled with ‘breathless’ panting. He began to grab my boobs and sucked on my nipples like a hungry kid, desperate and hoping to get a drink of milk.
He put my legs up and fucked me till he came all over my belly. It was still early and he handed me tissues to clean up. We laze around nakedly talking and he brought up the idea of sticking a vegetable inside me. He asked if I played with myself and I told him only with my clit, no fingering, no nothing. He told me that I could try using cucumbers and carrots as a toy to please and play with myself. It got him hard. He headed to the kitchen and brought back a couple of thick carrot and cucumber. He got me on my knees and proceeded to stick them in and fucked me from behind with it. It was bloody uncomfortable. The vergetables were cold. I didn’t like it but I still pretended to enjoy it, moaning in fake pleasure.
He couldn’t take it anymore and doggied me. All the while I was thinking to myself, am I doomed to just pretend and fake my moans during sex? Then again, I was good at pleasing people even if it means I hated doing what was needed or whether I was uncomfortable with the idea. I still went along with what others wanted. There was nothing spectacular about his penis, nothing amazing from the sex. He didn’t even gave me an orgasm. When he finished, I washed up, put my clothes on and left but before I walked out the door, he handed me a few notes and hoped that I would keep in contact with him, telling me to get home safe.
Now this is where I got my mind blown. Is this the elusive ‘money without much effort needed ’ thing? I used to frequent the arcades for the DDR machines, and there was once where a younger sister of a friend got her mobile phone stolen. She suspected it to be taken by an ah lian with the bleached frizzy hair that was roaming around us. I tried to asked a girl whom I knew was from the same class as me. She was a friend of this suspected ah lian. I asked nicely, explaining what had happened. The ah lian flipped out and shouted: “Please lah 我一个月赚 $5000, steal 你的手机 for what?!” I was puzzled by her answer but thought nothing more of it until now. I walked home happily thinking about what I’m gonna get with the extra cash.
I didn’t really do my best to stay in contact with him. I changed my number until I received an email from him. I was about to meet up with a friend for dinner in the evening but he told me to come over anyway. I thought, why not, since he’s gonna be giving me cash anyway. CASH IS KING. Hahahahahaha. Got to his place, he asked me what had happened and we caught up with each other about our lives. We made out, we fucked. Nothing new. He was fucking me from the back when my friend called me. He gestured me to answer the call while he began to humped me as hard as he could. I pretended to stiffen my moans and tried to do the ‘I’m having sex and talking on the phone’ act.
It turned him on so much that when I finished the call, he immediately came all over my back. I washed up and started to dress myself where he handed me a few bills again. I got all starry eyed. Is this what it’s like to be a hooker? Wow. Now I’m really intrigued. I was always fascinated with the taboo sex side of Singapore. Am I a hooker now, with what I’m doing?
Greed is in all of us. Money was never enough when you’re young. The more the better. That was what I thought.
Thank you to all the wonderful misters and perhaps missus for all the points! I do not know what they’re for but still, thank you. I’m glad that you’re enjoying my humble writings. As for using this as a catharsis, perhaps? Tho I’ve made peace with myself and move on from most of the incidents that happened in life. Can’t say that I’m a hundred percent okay but don’t we all have some issues we’re struggling/dealing with? Jiayou! It’s just that I still remember all of it. Hahaha. So I thought, why not just share with others?
I started researching by asking my friends and googling. Google is good. Google is your best friend. I was introduced to new terms like escorting and sugaring. A friend of mine who had personally done sugaring, raved about it. Her ‘daddies’ would bring her to places, showering her with gifts, taking her shopping and all the cash he will gift to her. All she had to do was be and look pretty, caring towards him and of course, satisfy him in bed. It was pretty simple. I realized what the men wanted and paying for was the companionship and exclusivity. It’s kinda like a win-win situation. You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours? She flaunted her luxury items, you know the LV purses and shit? It was like a must have for teens and young adults back in the days. Unfortunately, I’m not into that. I was more like getting the money to go out and play with my friends. Sharing is caring. I was a very generous friend. Hahahaha.
She told me to try out Locanto and I did. I tried to make myself sound much more mature, much more erm….a person you would want to date. As you could see, I received a lot of replies from that ad. I tried to filter out and see who could be potential daddies but I still met a few for like a one time arrangement kind of deal. Mainly car sex. My first time really doing anything sexual inside a car was when I met up with this uncle in the night. He drove a Nissan and came to picked me up from my block. We droved around until he parked in a rather secluded spot near the industrial area. He fondled with my boobs, kissing me while my hand went straight to play and teased his dick thru his shorts. He got hard and pulled down his pants. He pushed my head towards his dick, wanting me to blow him. So I did. I took his below average hairy dick into my mouth. The whole time he was moaning and saying things like:
“Ooh yeah, daddy like this. Daddy like this a lot. Ooh, daddy like….”
I didn’t let him cum inside my mouth. I was opposed to the idea of him cumming inside. He handed me a tissue to wipe my mouth while he pulled his pants up. He handed me a 50 and dropped me off my block. I was like, wow, a 50 for a blow? Meh, could be worse. After a few arrangement like this, I considered being an escort instead. The shitty part about doing all of these online is you don’t know whether you’re getting scammed or not and I’ve gotten my fair share of being fooled by guys for it. I wasn’t into the idea of signing up with an agency. I wanted to be on my own, I like my freedom and the thought of having someone controlling my freedom was horrible. I eventually met a ’lady’ Jessica, who told me about her escorting site.
She requested for a few pictures and I sent it to her. She told me that I was lucky as I can get a job opportunity now and be paid around 6-700 afterwards. I know, I know, this is a fucking huge bright red flag but I was merely 18-19 and it was my first time doing it. So I went over to this guy’s place. We chatted, we made out, we fucked. The only thing I can say was….okay lor, his dick is average size but didn’t make me cum. We fucked twice and the whole time, I just pretended and put on an act. I went home without wearing my g-string. On my way back, I texted Jessica saying I’ve done my job now where’s my money.
She started giving me excuses and I pretty much know I got fucked for nothing. The guy was just pretending to be a lady to prey on stupid girls like me for free sex.
At this point, I think I’ll write down my bad experiences first. I can’t say I hate them as I think of it as a lesson? Never try, never know annit?
I used Tagged to ‘promote’ myself too. Got quite a few escorting jobs until I met….what shall I call him…Erm, He looks like a Dilbert. So let’s call him Dilbert. Your average joe, wears glasses and doing insurance. A bit on the plump side. I met him at Lavender, where we’ll head to the nearby hotel. We met up multiple times. I must say, he was like a teacher. He taught me all about what men likes in bed. He even told me my moaning acts sounded a bit forced and taught me how to make it sound natural and shit. He taught me about the various positions in bed, how to suck a guy off etc. He was the one who told me if I would be interested in shaving my crotch as guys really dig girls who have a shaven pussy.
He came with trimming scissors and a few shavers. He sat me down on the toilet and proceeded to trimmed and shaved me. Mind-blowing. I loved how I wouldn’t need to deal with all the hairs down south and I find them embarrassing. It stuck with me ever since. Nowadays if I’m too lazy to head to town for a waxing appointment, I’ll just shave myself. Ahh, but I did heard about how some guys are repulsed by that as to them, it’s seems to be like a child’s pussy. Well, to each his own.
Dilbert started wanting to meet frequently. He asked me to go exclusive for him. I lied and agreed but got found out anyway. We met at our usual spot, head to the hotel where in the room, he berated me for chatting with other guys and agreeing to meet up with them. I cried. It was the first time this was happening to me. He gave me 90 and told me that he wouldn’t be giving me anymore money the next time we meet. I nodded my head, agreeing to whatever he said. He still fucked me anyway. At least he showed me what a female orgasm was like. After that night, I deleted my tagged profile and ignored all of his texts to me. As an old granny now, I look back and think: ‘Knn, you want an escort to go exclusive for you when you don’t even pay well. Fuck off lah.’ Reality is cruel.
I sticked to Locanto and tried finding a sugar daddy again. I figured being an escort isn’t cut out for me. I kept getting one off deals, I even met one who wanted me to rim him while he film it with his phone. I yanked his dick, got dressed and left. Heng ah, he paid me before we did anything. Heheheh. At this point, I met Tom and Jay, both are fake sugar daddies preying on stupid girls.
Tom never gave me anything, always telling me to wait and wait. The usual bullshit excuses every damn time but he would pimped me out to fatten his own wallet. He’ll look for guys who wanted a 3some etc but he never did the deed. He’ll just watch as his dick was….perhaps suffering from ED? He could never keep it hard. He made me drank a coke mixed with spanish fly, saying it will make me wet etc. Bo leh, I no feel shit. When I tried to call it off, he would scare me by saying he had ties with the hongkong mafia and shit. He would even ordered me to go sell myself to make money for him.
My first mmf was with him and this other chinese guy. The guy was great, he put me in the mood, tried to pleasure me before humping. I used what I’ve learnt from Dilbert and made him cummed fast.
The second time was with this huge white aussie dude who is somehow obsessed with sticking it into my asshole. I couldn’t do it. His dick wasn’t particularly huge but the idea just puts me off. I walked into his hotel room, we made out, he complimented me on having a clean pussy while I gave him a blowjob. He doggied me in various places, the bed, the armchair etc. As I pretended to moan in pleasure, at the back of my mind I was thinking about his compliment.
Dudes, why? You want girls with clean shaven crotch yet you don’t do the same to yourself. Saying something about it will be better to eat a girl out with no pubic hair yet you want girls to give you a blowjob when your forest is all over the place.