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Originally Posted by
entering
Bro, thanks for sharing. I’m also considering taking some time to write but it’s quite time consuming. So appreciate you taking the time to remember and write these memoirs.
Just go ahead and do it.
It is not time consuming if u treat that as a new hobby.
People say when men wants to feel young again when they are older, they get a fast car, get a younger gal or a young mistress.
U can have the same psychological effect by penning your memories down. Let the good and erotic ones surface.
Do it bit by bit. Could be a monthly thing or weekly.
Do it for your own benefit first. When u think u have found your groove in penning all those down then decide if u want to share it here.
No loss if u choose not to because mentally, u already revisited those moments and they would be priceless right?
Apologies I digressed.
Now back to the 3 of us, the background our
brokenness
.
I will start it off myself. A heterosexual.
My background.
My first involuntarily sexual experience was a HJ performed by my neighbour when I was 11 years old, Pri 5.
It was technically a
molest
and then 2-3 weeks later followed by
rape
.
No matter how u slice it, it was in every legal and technical aspect.
Molest and rape, and it was against me, a minor then.
I am just telling it liked it was.
Not here to promote or voice my support or am I an activist on the
#metoo
.
No, just here to share my story. My past, journey and lessons learnt the hard way.
I liked my neighbour because she was pretty.
Always wear those short shorts around the building. Very fair complexion.
Always smile at me and ask how my day was whenever she sees me.
I was cordial towards her because she was 24 years old, an adult woman.
My attraction towards her was an innocent one.
Liked her because she was pretty. That was all.
I can’t say for all but for me as 11 years old, the opposite sex has little effect on me then.
I was not aware of my own bodily reactions. Basically, a dumb ass.
I remember it was the March term holidays, one week in 1982.
As usual I was seated with my neighbours along the staircase reading comics.
Staircase because that was the only place, we can gather without adults interfering.
My family with low income lived on the 12th floor; it was HDB rental.
One bedroom, a living/dining room, a walk-in kitchen walkway and a toilet. No separate shower.
I remember the rental costs for such in the 80’s was $48 per month.
The 24-year-old pretty girl lived on the 14th floor.
We will see everyone living on the 13th and 14th floor because the lift lands on the 12th floor, highest for it.
That day, same shit. We were seated along the stairs reading comics.
She like everyone else came out of the lift and take the stairs to her level.
She was carrying groceries.
As she walked past me, I looked at her because her groceries were making those irritating plastic crushing noise.
Then a Chinese muffin fell out, Huat Kueh. It landed next to me, and I picked up for her.
I asked her if she needed help. She smiled and replied yes, I helped with her groceries.
My friends none of them noticed or gave a damn. Comics was everything at that age and big back then.
I always wondered if that were to be Adrian Lim and I got murdered, would any of my friends noticed and felt remorseful
.
So helped her to her unit.
She fumbled with her keys to the gate.
So I carried for her as she told me not to place the bags on the floor.
We went in to her unit.
It was neat and clean.
Typical 80’s décor.
Those hippy beads-curtain at the kitchen’s entrance.
Wooden frame sofa with zipped cushions.
Lowered the bags and was making my way out.
She held my hand and said thanks.
As chivalrous as I could, I said she was welcome.
There was no sparks even though she touched my hand, liked I said I was 11 years old and a dumbass.
She asked if I wanted a drink or ice cream.
I did want them but was too shy to say yes.
So I said no.
She told me to come back again later if I wanted ice cream.
She said she has one tub of Mint Chocolate Chip, and she can’t finish.
I said OK. I didn’t think of any of it and left.
I didn’t return to her unit, that day.
Next day was a Monday the start of the term holiday.
I remembered because I got scolded big time for not doing my revision.
Done that swiftly and went around looked for my gang.
From 12th floor where i lived, i knocked at my gang’s door.
All got restrained by the parents for revision or homework.
Tried 13th floor, same situation.
So, try 2 more guys at 14th floor.
Both not home. I was pissed.
Tried 2 floors of doors and I was sweating liked a pig and angry.
I was also busy looking for any household that has a VCR and playing those HK dramas in their living room with window panes open.
Those days, u might not be invited into those household, but they won’t be bothered if u watched with them from the common corridor through the window panes.
These are HDB rental blocks built in the late 60’s.
Basically the lay out is a long common corridor with both sides made up of units facing each other’s by the main door.
There was almost or near to zero noise-privacy.
If u farted louder, your neighbour would hear it.
Sometimes when my neighbour’s mom was ordering their kids to wake up and brushed their teeth, I thought it came from my own mom!
So, I was opportunistic and feeling lucky.
Wondered the whole level but no one has their window panes opened.
As I was about to leave that level, that 24-year-old pretty girl from before came out of her unit and asked why I was loitering around?
Told her I was looking for my friends and looking for HK dramas playing through the VCR if any.
She smiled at me and ask me if I want to join her for Chocolate Mint flavoured ice cream.
I was bored and don’t want to waste my freedom, so I entered her unit again.
Again, if Adrian Lim lived there lurking in the toilet, I would be done. No one noticed.
We were alone in her unit.
She asked for my name, told her and she introduced herself as Ivy.
Let me describe Ivy to my best abilities based on memory.
She has shoulder length hair but tied up most of the times.
She was a bit of a medium build, was about 1.65M tall.
Me at 11 years old was probably 1.6M.
She had fair skin, smooth with no blemishes or acne.
Big round eyes. That was her sharp facial feature.
Other than her eyes, the rest are pretty much typical Asian Chinese features.
She has a rounded face, a slight chubby face.
She was not toned but more towards fleshy, slight plump medium build.
Later, I will discover that she has a round full ass, probably a C cup.
Thighs were of the not toned and slight plump type.
That was
Ivy
.
She has a rather low bass tone voice.
Beautiful smile.
At that time in my life, she has got to be the prettiest gal in that block, easily.
We conversed most of the time in Mandarin. She seemed to be Chinese educated.
Me only spoke English in school with my non-Chinese friends and teachers.
Other than that, I am your typical Ah Beng in the making, growing up.
She lived in the unit with her BF.
Her BF was local while she was from Malaysia.
According to her, the BF at that time was in Taiwan for a job training.
He was an elevator-technician.
He was going to be in Taiwan for training for 6 weeks.
Those 6 weeks was going to rock my world, in particular my sexual awakening in a big and hard way.
She worked as a seamstress at a nearby factory around our place.
I sat at the sofa, facing the TV while she scooped out the ice cream into the drinking cups.
She came and sat right next to me. Her thigh rubbed against mine gently, I remember.
I felt awkward because it was a she and I rarely had such a skin contact.
There was no arousal just awkwardness and probably shy too.
She was dressed in the most common way a girl would in the neighbourhood except being the sexiest.
Just liked everyone else, we were mostly in our singlet, tee-shirt tank top and shorts.
She was different because her tank top was body hugging and it showed a little of her bra straps.
Back then in the neighbourhood, bra straps is a sight of indecency on a woman period.
And there she was, very comfortable about it.
Don’t give a damn in fact.
Her short shorts were tight and hugging.
Can’t recall if there any VPL but I am sure whenever she walked, her attire turned heads in the building.
Me at that age just can’t fathom what was so fascinating about a woman behind that could turn a grown man’s gaze in an instant.
Ivy’s was definitely tight, hugging and short.
This I remembered very clearly.
