Excuse me, I think I turned out fine… So what do you mean that I don’t have a good upbringing? Please watch your words. I choose my own path in life. Nothing to do with how my parents raised me. Have some respect.
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Originally Posted by
fwchong
Bravo on your move sis, we are not our parent time that kids is a must unless you really want children.
I hope he is also a gentlemen to let you go even though it must be hard for him. He feel pressure to have a kid maybe because his parents expectation.
After reading your story, it shows that your parent strict discipline does not equal to good upbringing as it make a relationship worst. I am not judging you sis but we also thought our parents who are so educated would know how to talk to us to build a relationship rather than control us.
In the end, if you marry this guy when you are not prepared, you may end up just like your parent restricting your own child because that same bad repetitive pattern of control is pass down to the next generation like a generation curse.
I rather be a carefree person and enjoy the moment of my life. Looking back, it is better at times to be single than to be a relationship suffering in silent with a wrong partner.
No worries. Thank you for clearing it up.
Regarding your cousin. Why can’t it be that her interests are just glaringly different from the rest of you?
You mean to say just because she’s a family member means must have same interest?
If it bores her, it bores her. And you can’t fault someone if you fail to engage that person.
Should she have at least shown good courteousy and played along a little more? Maybe, but who are we to judge her personality and character?
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Originally Posted by
fwchong
sorry sis, i think it is a misunderstanding.
What I mean was to target at strict parenting and control. My auntie did that same control as what your parent did to their daughter. Every time I see her during our family gathering, I would see that she become disinterested in a lot of activities. She lost connections with her friends when her pager was also taken away. I dont know too much details but her family dont share much with us about her. I just know that when we ask her do you want to play games like monopoly, she would join us but she lose interest after a while. maybe we didnt know her situation better to connect with her. It may our fault too.
As the years goes past, she also went to UK to study because her result was not good to get into a local uni. However, she didnt come back to Singapore after that.
Too much to bear ? i dont know ?
She married a UK chef over there and right now they have their own family. Your story strike a chord in my heart when I remember about her.
Once again, sorry that I created this misunderstanding…
My eyes were focused. It wasn’t my first time but it was something I wouldn’t say I enjoyed doing. I could feel his bated breath hitting the top of my head. His left head - on the back of my head, drawing me closer while his right hand was busy burrowing its way under my left bra cup. My breaths became heavier, I tucked long fringe behind my right ear, deliberately stalling for time. I remember shaking slightly, nervous of the impending action. I always get nervous doing this…
I focused mainly on my career following the breakup with Justin. Afterall, I took the plunge didn’t I? Given up a possible fiancee, a quite comfortable marketing job and venturing into uncharted waters. The learning curve was steep, which was expected. At times I got really discouraged and questioned my choice, and course of actions. I did regret the plunge initially, having taken a paycut moving into this role. However, the “alpha female” in me refused to throw in the towel. I can and will outshine my peers. Afterall, I was totally onboard and a religious follower of the wise words of Beyonce - “Who run the world? GIRLS!”
Dating took a rather back seat for awhile, till the point that mum was introducing her many friends’ very eligible bachelors. “Men of good stock” was what my father would say about them. I simply wasn’t interested… Don’t get me wrong, a few of them were really good looking and all but I just didn’t have the time nor space to deal with this. The people around me were witnessing the birth of a workaholic. And it’s a badge I still proudly wear to this day.
It was only after a couple of years of hardcore hustling that I managed to reap the rewards, stablising my career and getting a thorough hang of things. In short, I was doing well, I could see bigger paychecks coming in, clients were dishing out referrals, my boss’ blood pressure was becoming normal (haha!), I got a minor promotion. Then, due partly to being lonesome and peer pressure, I was encouraged to start dating again. My only condition was… no matchmade dates… ever. If I were to date, it’s gotta be on my own terms and fancy.
So I met a couple of guys, some from work’s network, some via friends, some via cheesy pickup lines whilst clubbing. I went out on dates with a small handful, nothing happened beyond some degree of making out and petting. I didn’t get into a committed relationship with any of these men I met. They were good men, it just didn’t feel right. Until I met Travis…
Travis approached me one evening whilst I was on the dance floor. He started by flexing his dance moves in front of me. Annoyed as I was, I tried backing away until a point where I gave up and just headed for the bar.
I had my drink, really annoyed at being eliminated from the dance floor by this total stranger. I was about to order another round where a voice called out behind “another round of whatever of she’s having for her, and 1 for me.” No surprises, I could easily guess who was behind me.
He apologised for cutting into my personal space on the dance floor. I tried ignoring… however, he was really persistent in getting my attention. He bought me another round and another round and another round. Even if I wanted to uphold my anger, the alcohol was working against me. Soon, we started making small talk.
Travis is an expat posted to work locally. He’s a real party animal, loud, flamboyant. Clean shaven and spotting the classic “Channing Tatum spiky crop of hair. He’s always the wild one, the life of party amongst his peers. He could hold his alcohol. If ever there were a human who could live in a sea of whisky, Travis would be that human.
Our small talk that first meet ended with me exchanging contacts numbers with him, and that led to more meetups to club. Soon, we would meet to club at least twice a week - one on Wednesdays and the other on either Friday or Saturdays.
I enjoyed his company. He’s a really funny and spontaneous person; there wasn’t a dull moment if he were around you. I was really amazed at how he kept his energy levels so high, despite the hard drinking, high cardio lifestyle he led. Did I say high cardio? Yes, he’s a fitspo as well; he would run regular cross countries at MacRitchie, spend hours pumping iron in the gym, cycle across our island just for fun. He influenced me into getting into gyming.
Eventually, after numerous party outings, Travis asked me out to a dinner date…
So dinner was at a fancy fine dining restaurant, where plates were large but portions were small… even to me, a lady. I guess what made Travis’ money worth were that the wine flowed unceasingly. God knows how many bottles we opened that night during the course of our meal.
Travis was quite a humourous chap. I was never once not laughing during the whole dinner. He cracked joke after joke, tease after tease and the best response I could reciprocrate was my endless laughter. The muscle strain in my tummy the next morning was testament to it.
Dinner lasted a long while… you know… the shenanigans of fine dining. It was a really good meal nonetheless, considering that it was among the first of my fine dining experiences. Once we settled the bill, we checked the time. I remember it was barely 11pm, the weird hour - too early to go home, too late to do anything else except catching a midnight movie or… clubbing, which we chose the latter, obviously.
So we engaged ourselves late into the night and wee hours of the morning in more alcohol and the cardio activity of shredding up the dance floor at our usual haunt, partying with the familiar faces we saw at the club. The wine from dinner, and whatever other alcohol I took must have rubbed me the right way that night. I’ll admit it was an unforgettable clubbing experience.
As the club closed and the crowd dispersed. Travis invited me to his place it being a stone’s throw away from the club. To be honest, I was a mess - sweaty and sticky with my hair all over the place. Moreover, my body was trying to decide between vomitting or not, therefore, an area of residence sounds like a really good choice. So we boarded a cab and headed over; I wasn’t about to walk in my heels drunk anyway.
Travis lived in a penthouse unit of a city condo that yielded an amazing view of the CBD skyline. Kinda reminded me of the time in Bangkok. We sat in the love seat out on the veranda, the cool night breeze was a huge welcome change as compared to the club I had only earlier. He offered me a hot tea and we started chatting.
“Moon, you’re the only woman smokin’ and shredding up the entire dance floor tonight and, you’re most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
Was that a confession? That was sudden. Not knowing how to react nor response, I flashed my megawatt smile and our eyes met. Our gazed locked at each other and the next thing I knew, he planted a kiss on my lips. Our lips never parted, that kiss developed into a full on frenchie. My hand started holding his head and pulling it in, while his were roaming up and down my body.
He had unzipped and loosen my dress enough to roll the top down to expose my bra clad breasts while his other hand guided mine into his pants roaming around his pelvic. I gasped as I held onto his tool. Soon he fished it out revealed it in all its glory. He sat in closer and while his left hand, holding onto mine guided me around his penis, his right was attempting to slip under my bra cups. He then held onto the back of my head and motioned me to bend towards his tool. I got the hint immediately.
My eyes were focused. It wasn’t my first time but it was something I wouldn’t say I enjoyed doing. I could feel his bated breath hitting the top of my head. His left head - on the back of my head, drawing me closer while his right hand was busy burrowing its way under my left bra cup. My breaths became heavier, I tucked my long fringe behind my right ear, deliberately stalling for time. I remember shaking slightly, nervous of the impending action. I always get nervous doing this.
“Moon…”
I looked up.
“It definitely didn’t come out just for air…”
I flashed a weak smile. He continued lowering my head. My lips parted. Soon I could feel his pubic hair tickling my chin. His penis slowly made its way into my mouth. His right hand grabbing onto my left breast tighter and tighter. As it reached the back of my throat, my mouth clamped onto it. My tongue slowly and gently nursing his engorged penis in my mouth. He then unhooked my bra and tossed it aside.
I could feel his gaze fixed on me as I gave him head, could hear his tiny sighs as he felt every sensation. First he rested his hand on my head, then slowly both hands held onto my body, urging me to move, directing me to kneel before him, between his legs. I obeyed, never once breaking contact nor looking up at him.
The moment I got into his desired position, he cradled the back of my head and drew me in closer. His penis inched deeper into my throat as I nursed it unceasingly. Moments later, I could feel both his hands holding the back of my head and he started to rock my head back and forth as his hips thrusted forward, fucking my mouth and picking up momentum with each stroke into me.
It seemed like an eternity, I was getting exhausted, trying to keep to the gyrating rhythm of his hips while attempting to catch my breath. Then I felt it coming, that heat radiating before the eruption. It was at this moment that he fished his penis out of my mouth.
“Let’s not waste it by finishing in your mouth yeah?”
Travis held me the shoulders and flung me onto the couch, at the same time tearing off my thong while trying to position himself between my legs. I looked up at him gasping and panting, while in high anticipation of what to come next. Both hands positioned on each of my inner thighs, he quickly spread my legs wide open lying eyes on my girly bits for the first time.
“I love my women bald down there, such a fucking tease…” he said as he observed my clean shaven vagina. Like clockwork, he first licked his fingers before putting them to my vagina and spreading his saliva, and dipping a finger in now and then. He then positioned his penis at my entrance
“Alright, first SG chinese girl ever, you ready Moon?”
I could barely respond with weak nods before I felt it. With all his might, Travis plunged his penis into me - the first caucasian penis to claim me.
I enjoyed my time with Travis, in fact, I’m gonna confess a guilty pleasure of mine.. Travis was a dream come true.
When I was a girl, I was extremely into Disney princesses and every princess, with the exception of Mulan, had a Caucasian Prince Charming who swept her off her feet. Being Caucasian, spotting a crop of blondish hair and those dreamy blue eyes, Travis was every bit a Disney princess’s Prince Charming. And most of all, he really wanted me, he wanted to possess every inch of me.
Apart from CK from way back, Travis was the next guy I really looked forward to being fucked by. As embarrassing as it is for me to say, I really yearned for the sex with Travis. Every date definitely ended in a raunchy love making session back at his pad. When we travelled together we christened every hotel room by fucking the moment we got the keys and entered.
As much as I really wanted to spend my life with Travis, I knew at the back of my mind that the romance was doomed. How did I know you ask?
He casually mentioned at some point of our relationship that he’d like to start our family in a small little cabin someplace suburban, away from the city. He’d like to fish, do the occassional hunt once we exited the rat race.
All these pointed to a life outside of Singapore - something I knew I was not able to give up. It wasn’t a choice for me to make. Being my parents’ only child, I cannot simply uproot myself and live thousands of miles away from them. I couldn’t really care less about the other relatives but Singapore is, and still is home to my folks.
I wanted to talk to him about this, but simultaneously I wanted to enjoy being with him. In the midst of my dilemma, along came a guy James…
James was a guy I met from work. Not a colleague, but someone I got to know through my network. We got pretty close chatting about business, and later about our travel experiences. He wanted to visit the same places as I did - Budapest, Barcelona, Rio etc.. The more exotic places on earth. James knew that I was seeing someone though I never told him much about Travis. It was during the afterparty of one of those networking events where the whole group of us decided to relive our young and free days of being in our early 20s and head to a club.
We really let our hair down that night with another business acquaintance picking up the tab on his company’s expense. I was resting in the booth seat, perspiring from all the dancing and high as fuck when James found me. We had a couple more drinks before, in the heat of the moment, he leaned forward and kissed me.
Loud cheers and wolf whistles filled the air around us.
“Finally y’all going public aye?” exclaimed someone.
“It’s already so fucking obvious y’all had something going on. Why never tell us?” said another.
I blushed… Forbidden as it is, I didn’t reject him. Perhaps knowing that my relationship with Travis was doomed gave me the extra courage.
We kissed.. again and again. God knows how many more kisses we exchanged that night.
The taxi ride home felt really long.
Not wanting to be booked for DUI, James decided to ditch his car for the night and returning the next day to collect it when he was sober. So, taxi it was.
We were silent throughout. Awkwardly silent despite us being really good friends. I guess heat of the moment things does come with some consequence afterall. It would have been unbearable if not for the timely arrival at my place.
Seeing the drunken state I was, James offered to send me home which I gladly accepted. It would be nice to have someone holding up my hair should I ever need to empty the churning substances from within.
Now, it was one thing being an adult and another letting your parents see you coming home pissed drunk. I wasn’t gonna appreciate getting a lecture from my dad about coming home high (wasn’t sure if he was awake catching the live game), therefore I chose to retreat to my “fortress of solitude” in a bid to sober up before going home. James, very obviously insisted on coming with me, to make sure I was ok and not pass out in the staircase.
I sat on a step and leaned against the wall with my eyes closed, attempting to get whatever rest I could. James seated beside me, cigarette in hand, puffing the alcohol away. We sat in deafening silence until… (note: conversation paraphrased based on memory, which isn’t serving me well)
“Moon…”
“Uhhh hmm? Ya? What?”
“Are you ok?”
“Ya, just need to close my eyes abit. I’ll be ok…”
“Orh”
Silence again…
“Moon…”
“Ya?” I was a teeny weeny bit irritated, I kinda enjoyed the silence.
“Just now that thing…”
I knew what he was referring to, but I feigned ignorance.
“Wat thing…?”
“That thing la… okie that few things…”
“You know I have a boyfriend right?”
“Ya, but…”
“But what?”
“We don’t know each other for that long la… but I think I really like you…”
You think? You fucking kissed me the entire night away, in front of most of our business network and now you say you think you like me? My mind went into overdrive, my eyes were now opened, adrenaline has kicked in. He continued…
“Aiya, I dunno how to say it la. Ya, you got bf all liao but I can’t help it if i like you right?”
I cut in..
“Not like you dunno I’m seeing someone. I told you about him also.”
I wonder what got into James that day, because he interrupted me but rushing forward and planted his lips on mine once again…
I tried to protest by trying to push him away which failed because it made him reel me into his embrace. I mentioned that my relationship with Travis was a time bomb yes? Realising that once again, I relented. With that, his right hand dived immediately into the top of my dress and burrowed its way under my left bra cup, holding onto my left breast.
“James…”
I muttered as he broke our kiss and started planting kisses all over my neck and the top of my chest. His hands zeroed in on my dress zip located just below my left underam. He started pulling the zipper down, all the while kissing my cleavage.
Once he finished unzipping my dress, his hands roamed their way towards my shoulders. It didn’t him long before he found the straps of my dress and began pulling them off my shoulders. I closed my eyes as I felt the strap ticking my upper arms, then elbow. Soon I felt my hands leaving the confines of the straps.
They didn’t stop, as James was pulling my dress off, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of my knickers and both articles started making their downward descent. By this time, I was semi lying down, with my back against the edges of the steps. It was extremely uncomfortable. I opened my eyes again to see James standing before me, dress and panties in one hand, while he loosened his trousers with the other, eyes focused on my hairless pelvic area. As soon as he removed his trousers and boxers, James parted my thighs as he knelt in between them.
I held my breath and then I felt it.
A slow piercing…. sensations firing upwards to my abdomen. James grunted a little; I gasped for air. He was slightly inside me when our eyes locked with each other.
He smiled lightly, I was panting but managed a weak smile.
Then James, as hard as he could, plunged his whole length into me.