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Originally Posted by
Bigcuriousboy
Hi TS. Have really enjoyed reading all your exploits. They reminded me of my younger days and also when Chinese ML/FL were a lot more “real”. Continue to good work!
Hey bro, I’m with you! The China girls/ladies were definitely a lot more “real” back then. When I have time to write my next story – Fang Fang – she was as real as it got. I am still in touch with her now, a decade after she left SGP…
Thank you for your support!
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Originally Posted by
iskandarsleep
Amazing story, support and camping…
Thanks, bro, happy to share !
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wattonhenry
Nice 👍🏻 Waiting for your next installment. As a loyal reader, may I request for more chapters please. A bright spark for Covid, especially when trapped at home with OC.
Really appreciate your loyalty, bro. When time permits, I will continue to write. It also makes me happy, recalling the good/fun times, as we continue to re-set our lives in a covid world…
Fang Fang
Fang Fang (FF)’s dad is Japanese, and her mum is from China. Not too surprised since she’s from an area in Liaoning province where Japanese (and Korean) companies had set up manufacturing facilities for decades, and some expats married local women.
Given her mixed parentage, FF could pass off as Japanese or Chinese, if viewed strictly by facial features. But she exuded more Chinese characteristics, having been born and brought up in China. (Her father left the family and returned to Japan by himself when she was a child). That being said, she can be Japanese in some ways… including in bed
In the early 2010’s, there were many Chinese students in Singapore. FF was one of them who provided full services. In our first appointment, she wore a light cardigan, despite Singapore’s humid weather - it was to cover her white short-sleeve shirt and black skirt, her school unform. When she came into the room at Hotel 81, I was like “xue sheng mei” (school girl), I can deal with this!
FF was pretty, about 1.7m tall, slim with long legs. Although I prefer bigger breasts, FF’s 32B’s looked alright for her lanky frame. While she had a boyfriend before, I don’t think they had a colourful sexual relationship. Or maybe she was inexperienced and shy. In some ways, I liked it. Over the half-year or so that I met with FF, our sessions evolved from “light” to “multi-flavoured” experiences.
By our third or fourth meeting, FF proved to be a fast learner with a good memory. She remembered my preferences and I, too, got better at arousing her, faster. Part of her appeal was her realness – she was a young lady who opted into the vice trade and did so with her naivety, honesty and girlishness intact. And because it felt so natural when making love with FF, the sessions were filled with genuine passion and lust.
I need to rest my bums on the pillow, she would tell me in Chinese. Because that made her more comfortable, plus I could also penetrate deeper into her love hole more easily. On another occasion, the narrow-width mirror could only show the bed partially. She wanted to see how erotic it was to give me a BBBJ looking at the mirror, so she made me sit at the edge of the bed while she knelt on the floor to blow me – and we both could look at the mirror to enjoy the “set piece”. FF would do things that made me happy, and at the same time she would openly admit it was a new experience that she wanted to try. I remember folding my damp towel and placing it on the floor so she did not have to kneel on the rough (and dirty) floor carpet.
FF speaks Japanese, but my Nihongo is hopeless. However, I enjoy the dirty talk and slutty noises you get from JAV clips/movies, and after initial reservations (she felt it was too commercial and unnatural), FF relented. I told her to “switch to Japanese mode” when we made love. After I had rendered her comprehensively aroused (she liked to have her breasts licked in a circular motion; she also liked to hold my cock and rub it all over her hairy twat before inserting it into her dripping pussy), she would turn into a horny Japanese begging to be serviced. I would, at times, be amused at her self-discovery of her erogenous zones.
The weeks turned into months and I developed a friendly relationship with FF. Sometimes, if she had no appointment after our session, we would check out of the transit room together, she would have both hands attached to my elbow. For the untrained eye, it looked like an ordinary couple basking in the afterglow of an amazing shagging session.
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FF decided to return to China after her first academic year. I was a little disappointed that after five, six months of regular trysts, she was leaving. But it had been a sexually satisfying period. She was by far, the most “real” paid companion I had then. I knew I was going to miss her naivety and genuine desire to be pleased, and to please.
“Ru guo ni qu Shanghai, wo qu zhao ni” (if you go to Shanghai, I will visit you), FF told me after our farewell bonk in Singapore. She had never been to Shanghai before, and she wanted someone she could trust to accompany her. I never doubted what she said. After several months of mutual pleasuring and small talk, I can recognize her sincerity.
I would next meet Fang Fang in Shanghai, some three months after she left Singapore.
(To be continued)
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Originally Posted by
bundeslega
Very nice story, cannot stop reading…
Thanks for your encouragement, bro!
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I would next meet Fang Fang in Shanghai, some three months after she left Singapore.
It was FF’s virgin trip to Shanghai. Despite it being a domestic flight from Dalian, FF arrived at Pudong international airport, which mostly served foreign airlines. I had finished my official business by Thursday lunch time, and decided to surprise FF by meeting her at the airport that evening.
Typical of airports in big Chinese cities, there’s a lot of people. And noise. I did not want to miss FF at the airport, so had asked that she texted me after she cleared customs. Based on her flight number and luggage carousel allocated, I was at the relevant waiting area.
Right after FF texted me, I saw her walking out. Elbowing my way past the small crowd, I stepped right in front of FF – she dropped her luggage and hugged me.
Are we taking the express train, she asked excitedly. The maglev (electric train) travelled at a top speed of over 300km/hr (at that time). You should try it at least once if you are in Shanghai. In just 10min, we arrived at Pudong city centre, where we transferred to a taxi to go to the hotel located at the Bund, across the river.
FF had put on a little weight, her chin was not as sharp as before. She stood at the edge of the room – a floor to ceiling glass panel – admiring the Pudong business district’s illuminated buildings with the Oriental Pearl Tower as the centre-piece, as leisure crafts sailed gayly along the Huangpu River.
It’s just like on TV, FF said calmly, admiring the night scene of Shanghai from our twenty-plus storey high room. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she rested her head on me. I sensed FF felt the warmth and security of my presence in what is arguably China’s most developed city, especially being her first time in Shanghai.
We took a leisurely walk to a Shanghainese restaurant near Nanjing East Road for dinner. The buzz of the city, the eclectic mix of local shops and international brands, walking past people with different kinds of Chinese accents, they all made for a new and rich experience for FF.
We were perspiring after walking back to the hotel from dinner. By now, some of the bright lights were turned off, and fewer boats were cruising along the river. The view from the room became more sedate, and romantic. FF unpacked quickly and headed for the shower.
By the time I finished my shower, FF had already dozed off in bed. Poor girl, she must be exhausted after a long day on the road. I switched off the bedside lamp and lay next to her, though I was not sleepy. A minute or two later, FF placed her hand across my chest. She slept in a thin, cotton t-shirt and panties. I was only wearing my boxer shorts, shirtless. I began to feel FF’s breast on my elbow as she hugged me closer. The smooth skin of her long legs grazed across my body. And she was breathing into my neck. My cock began to have a small reaction in my shorts. FF was now kissing softly at my neck, and her hand detected the hardness in my shorts. She slipped her hand under my shorts and massage my balls. That only made my cock even harder. I placed my hand on her panties. It felt warm.
Without a word, FF moved down the bed and removed my shorts. She started blowing me. I stretched my hand to reach the bedside table, where I had placed the condom beside the phone. As FF intensified her BBBJ, I unwrapped the condom and gave it to her.
“Wo you lei, you yao” (I’m tired, I also want it), she said. I will serve you tonight, I told FF in Chinese. Adjusting the pillow for FF so she rested more comfortably, I removed her panties and slowly inserted my hard cock into her moist pussy. I rolled up her t-shirt so I could taste her nipples. It was a sexy sight – I was drilling her and kneading her breasts as her t-shirt became a crumpled mess at her shoulders. FF put her hand on my neck and brought my face closer to hers. We started frenching. I pumped her delightfully until I felt her body “weaken” and she let out a small cry. She had climaxed. I continued with several more thrusts before unloading my sperm into her.
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The next couple of days, I took FF to several touristy spots, which were also in her own bucket list. I saw a different side of FF – she was carefree and excited. I also saw the “little girl” in her, as she grabbed my hand each time she wanted to try something new, whether it was snack food, or a dress, or just looking at some souvenirs.
For each of the two subsequent night, we made it a point to be back at the room before it was too late, before the beautiful lights across the river were turned off, and before the brightly-lit boats retired for the night. It was to experience making love against the magnificent lighted backdrop that is so famously admired around the world.
To give you a sense of the lighted backdrop:
https://www.dreamstime.com/night-sho...image105828652
FF’s palms would be against the floor-to-ceiling glass panel as I doggied her from behind. When she was tired, she would press her whole body against the glass panel, and I had to stand-fuck her. Another time, we fucked on the couch looking out at the river view. And in our final fuck, she insisted on riding me so she could have a full view of the magnificent Oriental Pearl Tower.
FF was very real. She just tells me straight up what she wants (to see, eat, or “how to” for sex). And not materialistic. Despite trying a few pieces of clothing, she eventually wanted none, saying she would have little use of them in her normal daily life. And she also preferred the subway/train where possible, as it was cheaper, and she could see more of local Shanghai.
It was Day 4 with FF and we had to head home respectively. Her flight was about an hour earlier than mine, so we went to the airport together. After she had collected her boarding pass at the domestic terminal, it was time to say goodbye. I don’t know if I will see her again, but I was very happy we met again in Shanghai. I gave her an SKII cosmetics pouch, which was a free gift I received during my flight to Shanghai when I bought duty free items. I had put RMB 5,000 (about S$900 then) inside the pouch. While FF did not ask for money in meeting with me in Shanghai, I felt I needed to give her something, at the very least to cover airfare which was probably a few hundred yuan.
I’m taking off soon, she texted me an hour later. Thank you for taking care of me, the message concluded.
I did not met Fang Fang again after Shanghai. We never really keep in touch. But every year, she would send me Lunar New Year greetings. I would also wish her happy birthday each year (I looked at her passport when we were at the airport). In a few weeks’ time, she would be 36. I can see her pictures on WeChat. She has matured into a beautiful lady, with shoulder-length hair. She still looks very attractive to me…..
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The shophouse along Tanjong Katong Road was forgettable. But the partitioned rooms on level two were done up nicely. “Blue Angels” had about four of five SYT’s. I was gobsmacked when I met her. I’ve forgotten her name. So I will just call her Angel.
Next: Finding Angel
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Originally Posted by
Bigcuriousboy
Bro. Not sure what is your vintage but have you been to this place back in the (I think) late 90s/early 00s (too long ago so not sure). It’s in one of these flats behind the old red dot building which I think used to be accommodations for the police when red dot building was the old TP headquarters.
Anyways, this was the really early days of Chinese FL when they were a rarity. I still remember you need to know the password before they let you in. And the ladies were always in costumes.
Those were the good old days!!
Hi Bro, I started cheonging late 2000’s, I did not know about the place you mentioned around Maxwell Road. But not far from there, around Neil Road/Duxton area, I had fucked Sailor Moon, Snow White and a few other costumed characters. Upstairs of shophouse which required password/code to go up
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maomao34
Whao bro… I stop all my work and read till page 8. Respect! Enjoy it… Thanks for all the updates!
Hello bro, I trust your work break was worthwhile and stimulating
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Originally Posted by
VoNguyenGiap
Very nicely written TS
Thank you for your support, bro, glad you liked it
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Olympig2014
And the fantastic service provided too
A-ha! You tried them too! Fucking amazing service, pun intended!