A week plus later, Mandy messaged me. She was going to Hong Kong to stay with relatives, and hope the border (with China) re-opens soon so she could travel by land back to southern China. For the next few months, there was no postings on her WeChat moments. Singapore gradually eased more covid restrictions and I found myself harder at work.
It was the early part of 2022 and I noticed Mandy’s WeChat moments were active again. She was working at one of the so-called $88 spa shops. She was also posting pictures of her young child who was with her in Singapore. While Mandy had previously told me she was a young single mother to a young child, I was seeing the child’s picture for the first time (Mandy raved about her child’s liking for Singapore in the posts). I was slightly concerned - why was she sharing pictures of her child on her presumably work WeChat?
I am no saint, but somehow, I felt uncomfortable visiting a masseur who I’m likely to fuck again if we met, who had a young child in tow. I am not a saint and neither am I a charity. I decided it’s probably best I do not re-visit Mandy for the time being. And a few months later, her WeChat moments started to feature photos of her male companion. And then more pictures… herself, her male companion and another young child (not Mandy’s child from before). Without wanting to reveal too much, and based on what I can work out, Mandy may have married a local guy and looks after his young child.
Perhaps she forgot to block or delete me from her WeChat? Or maybe the WeChat account was a personal (and not work) account in the first place? Or that she is very open about her “new life” here on her WeChat moments?
None of these possibilities matter to me. I am just glad she seemed to have found happiness, and hopefully a loving family. All the best, Mandy!
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Thank you for your support. It also brought back nice memories for me …
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Sally
” was already very popular when I first met her six to seven years ago.
After a number of attempts, I finally secured what could be viewed as a coveted appointment with Sally. And from the first encounter, I understood why she was in high demand – an attractive looking (late 20s?) with a slim, lithe body which she applies generously on your body, skin-to-skin; very hardworking with good massage skills (not expert level though), playful and with wry sense of humor. With each additional visit, she got friendlier and it felt like visiting a very liberal friend for a body-to-body massage.
As difficult as it was to book Sally, we met once a month, or every other month (partly due to my frequent work travel, pre-covid days). She was a “rare breed” even back in those days, where service started with undressing you in the living room before bathing for you - yes, FOR you, not with you. I enjoyed the “King” treatment, sitting on the plastic stool as she soaped and washed me, including using her mouth to great utility in cleaning my excitable cock.
The king treatment extended into the bedroom, too. I have nicknames for some of the ML’s I visit, and for Sally, it’s “The Snake”. Her movements, especially her naked body-to-body rub, were so sleek and effortless, it was like a snake sliding over you. She did not have big breasts, but it was proportionate for her slim figure. I also liked her fair complexion and smooth skin.
Needless to say, on occasions during the gliding and sliding, her pussy, with a cute little bush at the 12 o’clock position, would sweep past my hardened cock, and depending on which angle her pussy approached my dick, there were close, in fact, very close encounters where my dick head would brush past her pussy lips. The sensation is difficult to describe - it’s like a cocktail of lust and desire; nervousness and fear; and regret, simultaneously. Lust and desire because she’s the very fuck-able type to me; nervous and fearful because I was not wearing a condom; and regret set-in because I was “almost there” to enjoy the next level of satisfaction…
Sally would disappear from the scene for months and then reappear. She would just say she was resting. But I found myself going to Sally again each time she reappeared. I suspect that unless you were a super regular customer, which I was not, getting an appointment normally meant you needed to fit into her schedule, not vice-versa. But what was amazing despite her popularity and packed schedule, her industriousness and service level was consistent through the years. A session with her was guaranteed a rocking good time and value-for-money as it’s “access all areas” except for sexual intercourse. (I have come across ML’s who have a “rate card” for each incremental service from stripping fully naked to sucking of tits, etc.).
I had my “moments” with Sally. Initially, in the early days, I do not know if CIM (cum-in-mouth) was a “service item” with her, as I tend to go-with-the-flow. On that occasion, she was giving me such an intense BBBJ that I had to ask her to tone down because I felt I was going to ejaculate, as opposed to my preference for a slower build up. She looked at me nonchalantly for two seconds, and continued blowing me ferociously like her life depended on it. Not surprisingly, within seconds, I ejaculated into her little mouth. What did you have for dinner, she asked me after spitting out my sperm. I looked at her, bewildered. Was that a conversation starter after getting me off? Or was that a question directly linked to the taste and texture of my sperm? From then on, I took it that CIM was part of the package, a “service item” so to speak.
On another occasion, I said I’d like to ejaculate and spray all over your body. She executed another one of her mean BBBJ, complete with slutty eyes, and I soon reached the stage where I could wank myself off in the next few moments. With me on top of her (she was sleeping on the bed), I began to masturbate myself as she put her two hands in front of her face to “block” my forthcoming ejaculation. Unfortunately, Sally did not close the gaps between her fingers properly and my sperm decorated her pretty face, affecting her mouth and nose. She tried to rub it off frantically, with her hands stained with my sperm…. We both laughed and I said next time I’ll just come in your face!
Yet another memorable occasion was when I had not seen her for nearly two months, and co-incidentally, I had not ejaculated for a couple of weeks. I alerted her that I was feeling especially horny, having not tasted her for a while, and that my sperm was stored for a fortnight so she needed to pace the session with me to avoid a potential premature ejaculation.
Sally, bring the sweetheart that she was, ensured that she was slow yet sensual with me. I was leaning against the wall and she was on her knees, sucking me off. If you have driven a manual car, your adrenalin escalates when you move from first gear, to second, to third, and eventually fourth gear. That was exactly what Sally was doing to me with her motor mouth. I shot my load, quite a lot that day, into her mouth. She spat out the cum and continued polishing my still-erected penis with her tongue. I had an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate again as her tongue traced the tip of my cock. And with no warning, I ejaculated again, though a lesser volume, spraying into her eyes and forehead. She was a little upset for a split second, and laughed with me after that. I told her it was “punishment” for not allowing me to come on her face (I had asked her for come-on-face in the past, but she did not agree).
Despite not being her super regular customer, Sally probably viewed me positively as a person. So, it was not entirely surprising that she invited me for a social gathering. After establishing the details, I decided to attend. In a nutshell, it was an all-girls afternoon party with booze and snacks. Sally said she was very curious how I would behave/react with a bunch of girls in swimwear, and she also wanted a “male companion” to accompany her.
Ever the opportunist, I turned up at the outing with a new box of condoms, in case things got interesting and I had to spring into action.
Aside from a small bulge in my swimming shorts, I was a perfect gentleman during the afternoon outing. There were about a dozen ladies, and one other guy besides me. I worked out that the ladies, including Sally, were with related companies who sponsored their work passes in Singapore. Among them was another masseur whom I had patronized before, we acknowledged each other without talking too much. It was an afternoon of mingling with a group of Chinese ladies, from late 20’s to late 30’s, most of them in bikinis (as was Sally), three or four of them looked attractive to me, and talking about a variety of things. I kept it to a few drinks as I was driving. Sally had more than a few drinks. It was a pleasant afternoon without any sexual tension as everyone simply wanted to relax, get a bit of sun and enjoy the drinks.
By late afternoon/early evening, we dispersed as some of them had dinner plans. Sally was not drunk, but I can’t say she was sober. Are you going to send me home, she spoke slowly (very uncharacteristic of her) - I think the alcohol and the sun was beginning to slow her down.
Sally clutched onto my elbow as we strolled towards the carpark. I made a brief detour to 7-Eleven and bought two bottles of water. I drowned one bottle (500ml) and Sally took one sip and said, with eyes shut, that she wanted to go home. I felt a responsibility to ensure she reached home safely.
Sally dozed off during the half-hour car ride to her place. It was only 6pm as I used my parking app, setting it to the minimum 30min as I did not expect to hang around her place. I only wanted to make sure she got home safely. Besides, I began to feel frisky after being in the company of swimwear clad ladies all afternoon, compounded by the drinks I had. I planned to have dinner nearby and check out who’s available to massage me later on.
I opened the car door for Sally and tapped lightly on her arm. We have arrived, I told her. Sally got out of the car slowly without speaking, but she managed a weak smile. The drinks had made her drowsy. I took her bag from the back seat and we walked a short distance to her apartment building. Reaching her unit, she fumbled with her keys and I had to take over, letting us in, a familiar place for me.
As I was shutting the door, Sally headed straight to the bathroom inside her bedroom. I heard her attempting to throw-out. By the time I removed my shoes and went to the bedroom, Sally had kicked-off her shoes and was lying in bed.
Are you OK, I asked. She murmured but I did not hear what she said. I went to the bathroom, wet the face towel in warm water before squeezing it. When I turned around and went towards her, her bra and skirt were on the floor. She was sleeping in her t-shirt, which was not long enough to cover her panties. My cock hardened. But I was very clear what I would do – put the warm towel on her forehead, sit around for 10-15 minutes, and if she’s OK, I’m going off.
I climbed onto her bed (she had rolled to the edge of the queen size bed set against the wall) and placed the warm towel on her forehead. Sally raised her hand and I took it in mine, indicating I’m around, everything’s fine.
“Ni bu lei ma? Xiu xi yi hui er” (You’re not tired? Rest for a while), she said softly. She then adjusted her pillow so we could share it, as I unreluctantly lay beside her. I offered to turn on the air-conditioning as the room was stuffy but she asked that I opened the window and turn on the fan instead. As I got up from bed to do so, I saw her removing her t-shirt clumsily whilst in bed.
There was a situation: Sally had stripped to her panties and wanted me to lay next to her. Under normal circumstances, it was a good thing. But in that situation, where she was drowsy, it was dicey. Nevertheless, I got back into bed, very close to her as we shared a pillow.
Aren’t you feeling warm, she muttered, as she turned her naked body and put an arm and one leg diagonally across my body. The warm towel fell off from her forehead and she pushed it aside. I was feeling warm but had hesitated to remove my t-shirt out of manners. Now that Sally had mentioned, I gladly took off my t-shirt. Can I take off my shorts as well, I asked her. “En”, I heard. I’m sure it’s “en” as in OK in Chinese, rather than a sound that came out from her.
In a few moments, her warm and sticky body was against mine. I had an impressive bulge on my underwear. We both did not smell good, a combination of dried perspiration and stale perfume. She also burped a couple of times, though the smell was bearable. I was more concerned if she would puke on me.
Sally rested her head sideways on my neck, close to my shoulder and I could feel her breathing. By now, the bulge in my underwear had transformed into a full hard-on. With my free hand, I gently ran my fingers on Sally’s (head) hair, finding her ear and massaging it lightly. As I continued stroking her hair, I felt her nipple hardened against my body.
My guess was Sally was not deep asleep, she was just resting, semi-conscious. She placed her hand over my underwear and felt the erection. I stopped stroking her hair and moved my hand towards her butt cheeks. I tugged gently on her little bum a few times, creating the effect (I hope) that her pussy was being “slightly pulled ajar” if you know what I mean. Then I inserted my finger underneath her panties and touched her pussy. It was already wet. The wetness was a little too sticky for it to be sweat, so it was likely her cunt juice.
I got carried away and began fingering her, inserting my middle finger into her love hole, tiny bit by tiny bit but not beyond the first phalange of my finger. The watery sound drove me wild and my cock went overdrive, especially with her already fondling my long, thick and stiff shaft from inside my underwear.
“Ni yao ma?” (You want?), Sally asked. My first instinct was she was going to go down on me, in which case, I would unload into her mouth in a short while. It also crossed my mind she may be asking if I wanted to screw her. I decided to answer with a question which may crystalize her original question.
“Ni yao ma?” (You want?), I asked her.
“Ni you tao ma?” (Do you have a condom?), she replied.
I quietly congratulated myself.
“You” (I have), I replied.
“Qu na ba” (go bring it), she said.
It was one of the most surreal short conversations I’ve had with ML’s.
I got up and headed to the living room, where I had left my bag. I wanted to be cool and calm, but ended up ransacking my bag and hurriedly tore open the box of condom and dashed back to bed.
Sally put on the condom for me and asked me to go on top of her. It felt like she wanted it pronto, with little foreplay. I held my sizeable dick and rubbed in against her vagina without inserting. I began to insert my cock into her cunt, inch by inch, and Sally let out a small squeal (cry?) and I knew I was on the correct track.
The wholeness of my cock entered her and I began thrusting, I could see white juice forming on the condom and partially sticking to my pubic hair. I was pumping her and licking her little tits at the same time. We began to perspire despite the gentle humming of the fan in the backround.
Go deeper, Sally requested as I continued fucking her in moderate speed. I lifted her legs over my shoulder and continued thrusting, and felt my cock touching the end of her love tunnel. Inspired, but more likely at the height of my lust, I pounded Sally hard and fast amidst her screams of lust. I ejaculated with a huge sense of satisfaction and Sally got up, pulled off the condom and sucked the residual drops of sperm from my cock.
That evening, I went back to my car after an unplanned fucking session. There was a ticket on my windscreen, a fine for parking beyond 30min. I happily paid the fine online the same night.
I continued to meet Sally through the years periodically when she was available. Interestingly, Sally never brought up the time we made love, and as always, I go-with-the-flow and did not speak to it. She continued to be an excellent service provider but we never fucked again.
Over a year ago, Sally went into hibernation and her WeChat moments went dark. I assumed at that time it was one of her “resting” periods. A few months ago, as I was looking to make an appointment with an ML I met earlier this year, I scrolled past Sally’s name. Curious, I sent her a smiley face.
I have a boyfriend, she replied. I congratulated her and wished her success. Moments later, she had granted me access to her WeChat moments. It was heartwarming to see Sally in a relationship and enjoying a veneer of normalcy.
I guess my assumption a few years ago, that she viewed me positively, could be right. She is sharing her life moments with me, trusting that I will not bring up the past. One day, if I happen to see Sally, I will pretend not to know her. Unless she initiates a greeting first.