James’s sister in law hopes his wife can carry her surrogate baby.
And she is willing to make up to him, in ways that must remain a secret.
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“Are you out of your mind ? “ James raised his voice at his wife Kristine.
He could not believe what he just heard.
“Calm down, why are you shouting at me ? “Kristine said.
“I’m not shouting at you, I just spoke a bit too loudly.” He replied while trying to get a read on what he just heard.
James never wanted kids. This is something that Kristine agrees with.
In Singapore, having kids is a stressful affair.
You need to worry about schools, tuition, extra classes.
As if those were not bad enough, James and his wife live in an estate where all the young couples of the country are dumped in to start a new family.
“What is your sister thinking? “ He asked “ There are no schools in Punggol don’t you know that ? No childcare, no infant care…”
“Oh please, you are being overly dramatic. There’s one right across the road from our living room.”
“let me rephrase, there are no spaces in the schools here…. And don’t you dare tell me I’m wrong.”
James started going on about their friends’ bemoaning over the lack of childcare spaces with spillovers to the neighboring towns. From there, he went on to talk about the spillover of primary school allocations over into Sengkang, with further spillage into a town further away.
“James!… those have nothing to do with what I’m talking to talk to you about. My sister don’t even stay here!”
“They’re tried for so many years…shouldn’t they take it as a sign that they should stop trying.?”
Kristine sighed and went over to sit down beside James.
She knew her husband will not take the news well.
No, she did not change her mind about staying childless, the couple still did not want kids.
James started throwing up all sorts of excuses and reasons why everyone should not have kids. From diapers being environmentally unfriendly to a recent case in the news where the son killed the father.
“Why would anyone want to have kids!” the incredulous look on his face made no attempt to hide his refusal to the proposal.
“Baby, you need to calm down…” Kristine held onto her husband’s hand and continued. “You know my sister has been trying for a child for so long….and…and… they have exhausted all options…if she needs a surrogate to carry her child, surely I, as her sister can step up to the task.”
Left speechless, James just looked at his wife helplessly.
“It’s a simple procedure… we cannot do it in Singapore, we have to go overseas. Think of it as a break, fully paid and sponsored.” Kristine said while squeezing her husband’s hand.
“It’s not fair.”
“Baby, it’s my sister, your sister in law.”Kristine said. “besides, it’s all syringes and test tube, Tom is not coming anywhere near me in case you are worried.haha.”
“I can’t believe you are joking about this.” James said in disbelief.
“Come on. Think about it. Don’t say no without considering it. Let’s give it a few days before we talk about this again?” Kristine said while taking James hand and placing it on her breast. “ My breast will get bigger when I get pregnant you know.”
“pregnant with another man’s seed.”
“That fertilized my sister’s eggs, not mine “ She reminded her husband.
The two of them started stripping each other and soon were moaning at the top of their voice in their love nest. This is the good thing about staying childless.
You can fuck whenever you want. No need to worry about diapers, milk, or waking the babies.
Why would anyone want to have kids ?
3 days after Kristine first broached the subject, James just got into his car after work when his phone rang. Looking at the caller, he realizes it’s Carrie. His sister in law.
“hi Carrie.” James said while starting the engine.
“Hi James, free to talk ? “
“Yeah sure.”
“ Do you want to grab a quick coffee? I want to talk to you in private about some matters.”
“ermm..ok.. where are you ? “
“I’m at Marina Square, just knocked off work. You want to come over?” Carrie asked.
“Ok it’s quite near where I am, I’ll see you in a bit.”
James knew what Carrie wants to talk to him about.
It’s about the surrogacy.
Using his wife’s body.
Now, Carrie and Tom, they are the owners of a chain of successful restaurants. They have it all. House, cars, regular holidays. Everything you can possibly associate with success in Singapore, the couple checked all the boxes.
Just when you think they can’t get any better, an F&B giant in the region bought a stake in their business, netting the couple millions of dollars in payout.
The irony here is that despite having all the material goods others crave for, the couple lack something that seemed to come easily for others.
Kids.
As James pulled into the carpark, he sighed and he tried to imagine how the conversation will go. Although not expressed explicitly, James knew from his wife that Carrie and her husband will be willing to pay for all expenses, including a lump sum payment as a token of gratitude.
He didn’t need the money. Both Kristine and James are doing ok in their careers. Dual income, no kids, their disposable income is high compared to their peers.
Truth be told, James is undecided. The pregnancy will definitely take a toll of his wife’s body. Not to mention the inconvenience. How are they going to have sex when her belly is swollen ? Can Kristine still swallow his semen ?
How is she going to fit into all the sexy lingerie ?
James saw Carrie a distance away at the café they are supposed to meet. She gave him a wide smile and she already has a black coffee waiting for him.
“Hey sis…” James said while taking a seat.
Several pairs of envious eyes looked over at their table.
Carrie is hot. At 31, she is at the prime of her career. No longer the sweet young thing, and not yet a hot MILF, Carrie is at the stage where women are the most desirable.
The one piece dual tone dress in black and white fits Carrie perfectly, showing off just the right amount of flesh, legs and cleavage. Her classy demeanor and salon style hair really made her stand out among the post office crowd.
James had to look away when his sister in law crossed her pair of creamy legs, revealing the seductive lace that borders the hem of her dress.
“Has…. Kristine talk to you about….”
“yes…yes she did.”
Carrie nodded and she brushed a couple of stray hair away from her face before she asked James what he thinks.
“Please be honest James, there’s no need to hold back anything. WE’RE family after all. “ Carrie said.
James struggled for the words to use, taking care to be politically correct by using the right terms.
“I honestly don’t know… it’s going to ermm… change the way… Kristine and I live…and… our routines…our ermm.. bonding… and among others, our diet..”
Carrie listened attentively, never once breaking eye contact.
What James has highlighted are all valid points.
It’s going to up end the couple’s life if her sister carries her baby. It’s more complicated than just popping the fertilized egg into her womb.
Carrie already had a long discussion with her sister the past few months and she is all for doing it. Not just for Carrie, but for the family. It’s James that remains undecided.
“I… give me more time Carrie…” James said. “ Let me…. Let me sleep on it a few more days.”
Carrie nodded with a smile and told James not to put too much pressure on the decision. Kristine may be her sister, but she is also his wife.
“I know it’s unfair to you..” Carrie said. “ Honestly, if there are some ways I can make up for Kristine’s sacrifice of her body with mine, I would.”
James almost toppled her coffee as he exchanged a look at his sister in law.
Carrie, suddenly realizing she blurted something that had a totally different meaning, stopped talking immediately.
“I…. i… I was ..talking about…housework…errands…and…and..” Carrie stammered while trying to maintain the eye contact but the awkward moment has happened.
“errr…err…me..me..me too..me too..” James laughed awkwardly as they both sipped their respective coffee quietly.
Carrie looked at James and caught him looking at her crossed legs and her heart skipped a beat. James, on the other hand, could feel an erection creeping up on him as he stole a quick glance at Carrie’s cleavage.
James set down his coffee with a trembling hand when Carrie broke the awkward moment with something that sent his heart racing.
“maybe…maybe we can work something out.” She said as she exhaled and looked at James, her eyes darting around like she is guilty of a crime.
Swallowing a gulp of saliva, James’ words came out almost like a whisper.
“Just….between us…?”
Carrie’s eyes searched for some place to focus before finally settling on her brother in law.
“Just between us…” She said.
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James’ wife needs some quick cash and it’s not for selfish reasons. Drinking with men and pushing drinks gives good commissions but we all know where the fastest cash is going to come from. It’s one thing to know your wife is entertaining men for money, it’s another when you have to see it with your own eyes and pretend everything is fine.
It’s humiliating and yet James is excited beyond reason when he enters each KTV room and sees his wife in the arms of different men.
From pushing drinks, to going out for supper and becoming the mistress of a bald headed pervert, Diana is about to find out that there is really no such thing as fast and easy cash. Fast ? Yes, Easy? Unfortunately no.
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I looked at my wife tapping away on the calculator as she goes through the stack of bills on the calculator. The bulk of it are hospital bills for my in laws. There’s a saying in Singapore that goes something along the line of, you can die, just don’t fucking fall sick.
Well, my in laws did fall sick and their bills have drained our savings. They are not insured and despite all the subsidies we enjoy, my wife Diana and I are crushed under the weight of their long term hospitalization bill.
How many people out there can put up with 8 long years of frequent hospital trips, operations and therapy? 8 years brother, 8 years of urgent leaves, no pay leave, and even pay advances.
How many bosses out there can put up with this from their employee?
Diana’s boss did the best he could for her but he has a business to run at the end of the day. He let her go after being supportive for 8 long years. We don’t blame him at all because he too, has to put food on the table for his family.
I married my wife when I was 25 and she was 24. Now, in our early thirties, we have less than $3000 in our joint savings. With her being out of a job, I became the sole bread winner for the family. It’s not so bad if I’m some high flying executive in a large company but I’m not.
I just work on the sound system in a KTV pub along beach road. How far do you think $3700 will go in my situation?
James : Dear, don’t count already. We’ll figure something out. I got my taxi license already, so I plan to drive a bit in the day. We can figure something out.
Diana put the bills aside and looked at the final figure on the calculator. She buried her face in her hands and apologized.
Diana : I’m sorry dear…
James : Why are you apologizing?
Diana : My parents are the reason why we are in this situation…i…
James : Don’t say things like that dear, remember our wedding vows? For better for worse, till death do us part…we will face any challenge life throws us…
My wife gave me a hug before saying that she has a solution to our predicament.
Diana : I might have a solution…
James : How ?
Diana : your boss Jensen that day…he…
James : what? You talked to Jensen? What did he want!
I could feel my heart racing because Jensen is a fucker. He’s the kind of person to stay at arm’s length from.
Diana: dear calm down…remember that day I went to your work place with you after dinner? I bumped into Jensen by the bus stop and he is aware of our situation…
James : Of course he is aware of our situation, I was just talking to him about a raise the other day. It’s been two years since my pay was adjusted.
Diana : I raised that with him too but he says your work is simple and there is barely anything to do once all the system is set up. And the most complex thing you needed to do is adjust volume and sync the mics again for drunk customers. Most of the men are not there to sing anyway…
James : I…
What my wife said is true. My job as a sound technician is pretty chill most of the time. The only time when I’m busy is when a new band comes in and need help with their setup or when someone books the KTV for an event. To be honest, half the time I’m doing some waitering role or helping around for extra tips.
Diana : Jensen asked if I’m interested to be a hostess…
James : What!
Diana : He explained the job to me, it’s pretty simple. Just go into the room, sit down and drink with clients for 15 minutes before I switch room. I can make 2-300 a night. My liver will probably protest though.
I stared at my wife in disbelief. I can’t believe she actually said that. She has never been to such an establishment and when she asks me about my work, I made sure to leave out the sleaze in the rooms. And now she is telling me she wants to work as a KTV hostess?
James : Dear…do you know what you are saying?
My wife sighed and looked down at the table.
Diana : If other women can do it, why can’t I?
I could hear her voice breaking as she excused herself to the kitchen for a drink of water. Perhaps it was because she was ashamed of saying something like this.
My eyes drifted to the many photos of us as a couple in the living room and settled on one particular one where it showed of Diana’s natural beauty and great figure.
James : It’s not that simple dear! You don’t know what you are getting into!
Diana : Yes dear I do know. There is an opportunity for me to make 2-300 a night in tips just by chatting and drinking with others. Why not.
James : It’s really not that simple!
Diana : It’s just drinks and singing isn’t it? What is so hard about it? Besides, Jensen says I can have additional commissions if I can push drinks. Some girls make up to 2000 a night.
James : But..
My wife held onto my arm and asked me if what Jensen said is true.
Diana : is it true dear? That some girls make up to 1000 a night…
I hesitated for a second before nodding.
Diana : 1000 is a lot of money dear…
James : 1000 is the low end of the scale…
Diana : What do you mean?
James : 1000 is average, the prettier and more popular ones can get 5000 a night or more…that’s the norm for girls..
Diana : what! Why didn’t you tell me about this…? Wait…wait…what do you mean by norm?
I looked at my wife and hesitated, wondering if I should share such information with her.
James : It all depends how far you are willing to go…
That was all the explanation my wife needed because from the expression on her face, I knew she is fully aware of what that means.
Her eyes darted away from mine and tried to settle on some furniture behind me. I know however she is not searching for anything visually, she is searching inside her heart for an answer to the statement I just made.
She is searching within herself for an answer to how far she is willing to go.
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It all started with the mass infection at the foreign worker dorms. Infection rate is high but most of the infected are healthy and they recovered fully with natural antibodies unique to their ethnic group. Herd immunity is strong within the worker’s community but not within the resident population.
There’s another issue with the antibodies, it can only be passed on via fresh semen.
With the virus killing more every day, the decision to make it’s not an easy one, especially not for a young couple trying to start a family.
To get the antibodies, the only way is to let the recovered foreign workers cum raw inside your wife’s vagina. After she gets the antibodies, raw intercourse with the husband would then protect the spouse.
What about the alternatives ?
Well, it’s either the man take it in the ass, or watch their wife take it in their vagina.
Either way, it’s not an easy choice.
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Ling : Should we do it dear ??
James : I don’t know…. I really don’t know….
We asked ourselves the same question so many times over the past couple of months.
Ling and I are trying to start a family, but with the threat of the virus abound, it’s stressful to even think about it.
The last thing we want would be for the mother and child to get infected during pregnancy.
James : I don’t know… maybe… maybe in a few months, they… they will come up with the vaccine…. ?
Ling : I hope so too….i hope so too….
Everyone though the virus would be under control in a matter of months.
Even the experts predicted that a vaccine would be available within a year but they were all not effective.
No one expected that the only way for the people to be safe from the virus would come from the 300 thousand foreign workers living in dormitories in Singapore.
The workers were infected in droves during the early outbreak of the pandemic but most of them recovered. Many of them stronger than ever.
Living in such squalid conditions boosted their natural immunity and as the saying goes, what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.
Researchers discovered unique antibodies in their semen that is effective against the coronavirus.
However, these cannot be replicated in lab conditions.
The antibodies die shortly after and the only effective way to get the antibodies, was to have sexual intercourse with the workers.
It was a bitter pill to swallow initially but as weeks drag to months, to years, the people eventually got used to it. The bitter pill needed to be swallowed.
Many of the workers banded together and started their own businesses, nicknamed ‘prata shops’
On the surface, they operate an actual food and beverage business, selling the food so many of us are acquainted with, but underneath it all, they are running a separate service.
A natural vaccination service.
The only way to be protected against the deadly virus is a fresh load of semen.
Direct into your vagina or for the men, their anus.
It’s madness you say, but we live in a mad world.
Who could do such a thing ? Well, human are survivors.
You do what you need to survive.
As more and more of our friends went to do it at the prata shops, Ling and I began to wonder if we should do the same.
It’s a difficult decision. I mean, who the fuck would willingly let your wife fuck another man ?
And to have him do it raw, spilling his seeds deep inside her fertile womb.
I kept putting off the decision, trying to change the topic whenever it was brought up but I knew we were running out of time.
If we want to try for a baby before my wife turns 30, we need to make a decision soon.
And that day finally came when my wife came home from work one day and told me that all the girls in her office did it.
Ling : They… they all did it….
James : All of them…. Even Joanna… that… that prude virgin… ?
Ling nodded.
Ling : I’m the last one left and…. And my boss is asking me to do it as soon as I clear the work on hand…..
My wife did not dare look at me as we ate our dinner quietly.
Ling : i…. I did some research…. And… I found a couple of…. Decent prata shops….
I wanted to say no.
My wife belongs to me and the thought of sharing her is fucking with my head.
She sent me a link to my mobile phone, asking me to read it when I’m free.
After dinner, I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet bowl as I read through the link my wife sent me.
Pictures, galleries, video interviews. There was a throng of information to digest and the more I read, the more aroused I became. I can’t believe it but as I devoured the information on the site, I find myself getting hard.
My erection throbbed as I sat on the toilet bowl scrolling through my phone.
Ling came into the bathroom to brush her teeth before bed.
I felt a sudden twitch in my groin as I felt a familiar stir in my body.
Precum leaked generously from my cock as I looked at my wife’s body.
It’s just one time.
One time.
And I mumbled softly under my breath, silently cursing the lucky bastard that would get to do it.
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It’s really a matter of perspective.
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Without a shred of clothing on her, Janelle kneels naked in front of her master. The room temperature is kept low at 20 degrees. She is shivering from the cold but there is a spark of warmth inside her belly that keeps her going.
This is what she wanted.
This is what she craves.
Her naked body displayed in all it’s glory to her master. Her nipples tingled and Janelle could feel the cool air against her sensitive pores. Her goosebumps come and go. Kneeling there on the carpeted floor, Janelle don’t know when the next order will come from her master.
The anticipation is keeping her on the edge. She wonders what other sick ideas he has in his mind. This is only the 2nd month into their relationship. She is already looking forward to the 3rd.
Despite not being asked to do anything, Janelle could feel herself getting moist down below.
Just being naked and exposed in front of a man is enough to trigger a natural response in her. Janelle knows it’s not going to be easy to get what she wants.
She wants her master’s penis inside her. She thought all men are easy, she thought all men when faced with a pretty face and shapely body would succumb to her but she is wrong.
If she wants to feel the meat of her master, she must please him. She must make him happy. Only then, will he allow her that sliver of pleasure she craves.
A gentle tug of the leash reminded Janelle that she may be without clothes, but she is not without accessories.
A black leather collar goes around her neck. The dark colour of the collar presented a nice contrast against her fair skin. A metal chain trails down the collar, leading to a handle for the leash.
Every time Janelle moved, the chains will jingle, the sound of the metal rubbing against each other is like music to her ears.
Turning to look at the full length mirror, Janelle marveled at her body and her beautiful looks. Seeing herself on her knees reminded her how sexy she is and how much of a goddess her colleagues and peers view her as.
However, she is not interested in being a goddess. She wants to be a slave.
Her master sits on the couch, engrossed in his phone. Dressed in a old t-shirt and shorts, he looked nothing like the master she envisioned. Janelle always thought of being a slave to a successful man, a business owner. Someone rich and powerful.
Her master James could not be further from her ideal model of a master in the relationship.
However, the control he exerts over her makes her craves for more.
Her master put down his phone, finally sick of the mobile game he is playing. Finally, he can play with her.
James looked at his slave with a condescending look. Spreading his legs, Janelle knew what to do. Crawling over to James, she lowered her mouth and started kissing James’s erection though his pants.
Even at this very moment, Janelle cannot believe what she is doing.
A top student from a prestigious school in Bukit Timah, straight As kid who graduated 1st class, not to forget she was the valedictorian for her graduating cohort.
Even before graduation, she was offered a position on one of the big 4 law firm in the country.
A true elite in Singapore’s context.
No one knows what she has got herself into.
The fear of this secret life of hers keeps her both on edge and aroused. There is so much to lose if this ever gets out.
More for her, than for James.
Because while she is an associate in a law firm, her master James however, he is a food delivery rider.
Even though he is 5 years younger, with a fit body and a mind filled with sick ideas, he is the master that Janelle seeks.
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While snooping around his girlfriend’s housemate’s laptop. James realised her sexually conservative girlfriend may not be who she claims to be. After the glimpse into her past, he wonders if he should still marry her.
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James came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He just had a cold shower after a bout of heavy love making. His girlfriend Lynn was already sound asleep on his bed.
They had completed a half marathon in the morning, attending one of the organised runs that took the runner through the city.
Despite the fatigue, Lynn still gave in to James’s request for sex. She had never rejected his advances before.
James and Lynn met when they were in secondary school. Lynn blossomed early and by 15, she was the belle of the cohort and centre of attention wherever she went. Almost all the guys were after her and it would not be farfetched to say even the male teachers were giving her a little too much attention.
Like every other guy with a dick, James too nursed an infatuation with Lynn. As if her angel like features were not enough, Lynn was also blessed with a nice figure. At 1.6m tall with a 46kg frame, one would wonder how much of that 46kg belonged to her C cup breasts.
With no lack of attention showered on her by the more popular guys, the average joe like James stood no chance with Lynn even though they were in the same class. He kept his crush a secret even after they graduated.
After parting ways at 16, both of them embarked on their own personal journeys of dating and self-discovery. It was a good 10 years later during a chance encounter at a restaurant where James and Lynn reconnected.
No longer the shy and inexperienced boy, James made the first move and approached Lynn, who recognised him right away. Numbers were exchanged and after a week of texting, they went on their first date. The two of them became a couple by the 3rd date and on the 4th date, they had sex in a hotel.
Things were moving along pretty fast. Lynn was everything James had ever wanted in a woman. Looks, figure and of course, brains. Her bubbly personality and cheerful outlook brightened up every social event that she graced.
Lynn worked at one of the big 4 accounting firms in the country. Her career pathway looked bright and promising.
There was just one small problem.
Sex.
The sex, well, it wasn’t as wonderful as James hoped it would be.
Lynn had never rejected James’s advances but she fell into the ‘play it safe’ kind of category.
Nothing too crazy, nothing to extreme. No outdoors, no roleplay.
That spark just was not there.
It was a frustration that James could not describe. She was willing to have sex as often as he wanted but she refused to do any kinky stuff like bondage, sexy lingerie and heels, basically stuff that would spice it up in the bedroom.
James loved her, he really did but her unwillingness to be more adventurous in the bedroom left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.
They had a talk about it once. Lynn simply admitted that she had never been into the whole sex thing. She didn’t mind doing it, but she had never felt the need to actively spice it up when to her, intercourse was just intercourse.
They would both get their orgasm and that was good enough.
They had sex on the 4th date and James naturally was curious if Lynn was as open as she was in her past relationships. Lynn admitted right away that it was so.
“If I can give my heart to the man, I would also give my body to him.” She said.
They were all adults and James wasn’t exactly a saint either so he was not very bothered about the past 3 relationships that Lynn had.
James was still staying with his parents while Lynn was renting her own place with a housemate who was also her childhood friend. Most of the time, he would be the one staying over but today, Lynn came over to his place instead.
Touching Lynn on her hair, James gave her a kiss on her cheek and sat by the study table. Turning his chair around to look at the sleeping babe in his bed, he began to deliberate a really tough question.
Was she the one for him?
A week ago, he would have answered yes without hesitation. He was willing to look past the boring sex because Lynn was perfect on all other fronts. She was sweet, she loved him and she was an absolutely darling in her parent’s eyes.
However things were different now.
It was different because he did something he shouldn’t have done.
You see, when your girlfriend had a housemate who was a hot air stewardess, your mind would start to wander. Celeste was a head turning babe with an equally hot figure as Lynn.
Sometimes when James stayed over, he would secretly venture into Celeste’s room to check out her lingerie.
Sometimes he would play with her worn clothes in the laundry basket.
No, he didn’t have an affair with Celeste. Lynn was too perfect in his eyes to risk him doing something like that.
Stealing glances and perhaps the odd sneaky photo was all James would risk for a bit of a thrill with Celeste.
Then last week, when he was about to chill in Lynn’s room for a night of binge drama watching, Celeste knocked on their door.
It turned out that Celeste’s mum was admitted to the hospital and Celeste asked if Lynn can accompany her along. The girls apologised and they bolted out of the house within minutes, leaving him alone.
20 minutes later, Lynn texted James that she had just arrived at the hospital. Celeste’s mum had suffered a stroke. She would be keeping her friend company at the hospital until things settled down.
Too bored to watch a drama by himself, James decided to sneak into Celeste’s room for a bit of snooping around. He opened the door and realised that her laptop was on and a drama was still playing on the screen.
James grinned as he minimised the window and was greeted by a picture of Celeste and Lynn taken on trip to Bali.
Eagerly clicking through the folders, James was hoping to find some interesting photos of Celeste. Maybe some naked selfies he could wank off to or something.
Who knows, he might even find sex videos of Celeste and her former boyfriends. Girls kept all sorts of stuff in their laptops these days.
He ran a search for all media files on the laptop and a series of video files started lining up. He navigated to the destination folder and saw that the video files had no thumbnail previews. They were all numbered by dates. He felt his heart skipping a beat as he double clicked on the first file.
The video started and James felt an immediate erection when he saw Celeste half-naked and tied up on a chair. Before he could pat himself on his back, he felt as if someone had just slapped him.
The camera pulled back a little and sitting beside Celeste, was Lynn. Equally half-naked, equally tied up.
He was expecting to see some kinky videos that Celeste took in her previous relationships. He never expected to see something that he shouldn’t have about Lynn.
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Harry discovers a puppet with strange abilities. It allows him to control other people’s actions for a limited amount of time. He can make girls do whatever he wants but there is a side effect when he uses the puppet’s ability. It’s up to Juliette & Laurent to stop him from turning the country upside down with his new toy. Meanwhile, Cornelius hopes Amelia will never find out he is in Singapore
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Harry took a sip of his coffee. The strong aroma of the coffee was overpowered by the stronger smell of durians, but he didn’t mind. His truck, filled with a shipment of the King of Fruit, rumbled along the North-South Expressway towards the Second Link. It was coming to three in the afternoon, and with no sign of a jam in sight, he figured he could finish his drop-off in Singapore by seven p.m. and be back home by 10 p.m. for a good sleep. He pulled into a petrol station just before the checkpoint to top-up on diesel. While waiting for his tank to be filled, Harry headed to the bathroom. He was startled by what he saw when he opened the door to the first cubicle. He took a few steps back and considered his options.
Harry: What the fuck…
A wooden puppet sat on a ledge behind the toilet bowl. Harry approached it cautiously, his eyes drawn to its exquisite craftsmanship. The body was carved from a dark timber, its fine grain worn smooth with age, giving it an almost ancient look. The level of detail was astounding. The puppet was androgynous in nature, but with all the features of human anatomy painstaking depicted on each part of its body – bone structure, musculature, everything down to the spiderweb of miniature veins that lined its articulated, jointed arms. The face was the only part that looked unfinished – it had two flecks of green glass as rudimentary eyes, the beginnings of human features, and a rather forlorn expression, as if there was a story beneath it that was yet to be told.
Fine silklike strings ran from its head, body, and appendages, but they abruptly terminated like they were cut off from the crossbars. The puppet’s body had a hollow section in the middle, where a piece of clear glass had been fitted in. Harry hesitantly reached out and picked it up. He fought back a shudder as he brought the puppet closer to his face. There was a red triangle etched onto the glass, but before he could examine it closer, he felt a faint thrumming coming from within the puppet, almost as if it were calling out to him. He warily set the puppet back on the ledge and went about his business.
After relieving himself, Harry picked up the puppet and walked back to his truck. The puppet looked like an antique, perhaps he could sell it for a few dollars at a flea market. Climbing up into his truck, Harry could not resist examining the puppet. He turned it around, trying to see if there was a price tag or something that would indicate where it was made. He was suddenly interrupted by a commotion in front of his vehicle. A lady was trying to argue with the pump attendant. The middle-aged woman was trying to reason with the staff, flashing her blue IC, and stating that although she was driving a Singapore registered vehicle, she was a Malaysian, and therefore, entitled to pumping the subsidised fuel.
Harry shook his head, feeling disgusted by such behaviour. All these cheap people coming across the causeway for cheap fuel and trying to game the system. He realised that his hand was propped up on the steering wheel, still holding on to the puppet. He glanced down at it and unknowingly looked at the lady through the body of the puppet for a second. He shook his head and tossed the puppet onto the passenger seat. He started the engine of his truck, wanting to drive off, but the lady’s car was in his way and he needed her to move off first.
Harry: Oh, just fuck off for fuck’s sake…
The lady, in the midst of her argument, suddenly stopped what she was doing. She got into the car, suddenly accelerating and driving it up a landscaped island. The vehicle crashed into a signboard, prompting several station staff to run forward and assist her. Harry was shocked by what just happened, but he did not think too much about it. He just went back to his daily job as per normal. He crossed the checkpoints, and soon, was en route to deliver the durians to the fruit stalls that ordered them. He forgot all about the puppet on the front seat until he had his last delivery order signed off.
It was coming to seven p.m. and Harry had finished his deliveries well ahead of schedule. He was parked at a carpark along Joo Chiat Road, sitting in his truck, considering if he should head to a coffeeshop for dinner. His head suddenly turned to the left, then with a puzzled look on his face, he started looking around the interior of his vehicle. His eyes went to the puppet beside him and he frowned. He could have sworn that he heard a whisper in his ear.
Harry: Huh?
He suddenly jerked his head to the front, his attention drawn to a beautiful woman, likely a property agent, walking to her Mercedes. The sight of her figure in a form-fitting white dress sent a wave of desire crashing through Harry. He drank in her graceful femineity, taking in how the fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, exposing her tantalising silhouette beneath its shimmering embrace. His heart raced with a painful, but intoxicating sense of longing – it had been a while since he last visited a sex worker, maybe it was time to get a release.
Harry couldn’t take his eyes off the woman putting her stuff into the boot of her shiny black vehicle. His eyes were literally glued to her pair of gorgeous legs, that curved gracefully from the hem of her short dress and disappeared into a dazzling pair of sky-high, black heels. Her legs had the smoothness of silk, and they glinted in the last rays of the evening sun like polished gold. Every inch of her was perfection – from the curve of her hips down to the tips of her toes. Harry’s heart raced as he watched her gliding around the car, each movement seemingly deliberately choreographed, as if she were performing an elaborate dance just for him. Almost unconsciously, his hand went to the puppet beside him. It felt warm, strangely reassuring, almost calming. A sudden wave of confidence washed over him, a sense of knowing, a sense of control, of confidence. Something made him lift the puppet up and aligned the glass section of its body with the woman of his infatuation. Harry chuckled as he wistfully looked at the woman.
Harry: How I wish I can fuck someone like this…
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Audrey was about to get into her vehicle when she suddenly looked up and towards the truck parked across from her. She didn’t know why, but she smiled and started walking towards it. She approached the truck and knocked on the driver’s window. The man within had his mouth gaped open in shock, his eyes were staring at her in incredulous amazement. He tossed something that looked like a wooden figurine to the dashboard, and then fumbled to wind down the window.
Harry: Ye… yes?
Audrey’s eyes focused intently on the middle-aged man in the vehicle. Her nostrils were filled by the acrid stench of durians and pungent odour of stale sweat – yet strangely, a feeling of arousal coursed through her veins. She felt moisture gathering between her legs, and she felt a strange compulsion – no, it was a need – she needed to seductively lean forward, taking care that her chest was thrusted out, and her cleavage peeked out from her blouse – the same way she provocatively used her body to close a deal earlier. Audrey then said something she never thought she would.
Audrey: I want you to fuck me…
Harry: What?
Audrey: I want you to fuck me… Now…
Audrey opened the door and climbed up into the truck. She hitched up her dress and straddled herself onto the man’s lap.
Harry: What…? What the fu…
Audrey did not wait for him to finish. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. His lips were soft and warm against hers, their tongue-play felt right. It felt good, and she wanted more. She felt every second stretching out into eternity as they continued to make out. His rough hands explored her body, pulling her closer against him, heightening the intensity of their kiss. She could not explain why, but she needed him desperately. She needed to feel his cock inside her wet cunt.
Audrey broke away from their embrace and started unbuttoning his sweat-stained and discoloured shirt. She struggled with the second button, before she gave up and ripped his shirt open. She could feel the racing of his heart when she nuzzled her face against his chest and ran her palms down its greasy surface. She felt his anticipation and his need, but it all faded away into insignificance for her – her need for him was far greater.
Her hands moved lower to unzip his pants, then reaching in to trace the contours of his hard cock beneath his underwear. She heard a sharp intake of air as she teasingly began to massage it, her fingers caressing the veiny, muscled hardness underneath the fabric. His breathing quickened, his forceful exhales rippling the fine hairs on the back of her neck. A wave of goosebumps washed over her skin, and she increased the intensity of her touch, sending in return a rush of pleasure throughout his body. She straightened herself, moving her hips forward and grinding her silk-clad, valley-of-desire against his crotch. Her lips met the tanned skin of his neck, lightly sucking on its surface, her tongue drawing a wet line upwards until it met his in a frenzied wrestling match.
She slowly made her way across and downwards, licking her way from his cheek to his ear, gently nibbling on the lobe, before planting small nips down his neck. She worked her way down his chest and across his belly, until she reached his crotch. She freed his cock from the confines of its sweat-scented underwear. Then slowly, teasingly, she licked the shaft, running her tongue down to the bottom of it and then up the side of the head, before taking it in her hand and teasing it in between her palms until he was shaking with anticipation. He groaned as she increased the intensity of her teasing, varying the pressure and the rhythm of her strokes, before she suddenly took the whole thing into her mouth.
Audrey could not believe what she was doing – never in her life did she expect to be fucking a durian delivery guy in the middle of an open-aired carpark – but the arousal overwhelmed her, it intoxicated her in a giddy haze of light-headedness. And she revelled in it, allowing her strange desire to consume the last vestiges of conscious thought. She knew she wanted this, and she must have it. She continued her gentle sucking and licking, one hand on his shaft and the other fondling his balls, drawing him ever deeper into her mouth. She felt him tightening as her soft mouth covered his cock-head. She was working him over good, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. His breathing grew ragged from her merciless teasing. He moaned again and again, only pausing to shout out a series of profanities, before she withdrew his length from her mouth and sucked lightly on the tip. She looked up at him and met his eyes, taking her mouth away from his cock just long enough to beg for him to come.
Audrey: Cum in my mouth… please? Ernghh… I want you to cum in my mouth… Will you? Ernghhh… please?
Harry: Ugh… oh fuck… more… more…
After a few more up and down motions on his shaft, Audrey abruptly broke away and began pulling up her tight dress, revealing a white, filigree embroidered bra. She saw the lust in the man’s eyes, she felt his excitement as her warm body pressed against his. She lowered her bra, allowing her lovely breasts to spill out. The man appeared shocked – no doubt amazed to see that her breasts were larger than what her frame would suggest – but his surprise soon turned to muffled groans of appreciation, when she cradled his head firmly against her cleavage.
She slid down her free hand and parted her matching G-string, exposing her shaved pussy. She then took and guided his cock between her legs, lowering herself onto him in one smooth motion. She felt every inch of his rock-hard meat as it slid between her tender folds, each engorged vein and unknown bump, sending a shimmering warmth that radiated up her body. He threw his head back and gasped in pleasure, his hands grabbed onto her hips as she began to ride him slowly at first, before picking up the pace and started to rock herself faster. She rode him hard, pushing down on his shaft with every thrust, making sure to apply just enough pressure for his maximum pleasure. It was unbelievable how good it felt when his cock penetrated deep inside of her tight pussy, rubbing against her inner walls in perfect harmony with her movements.
Audrey: Ernghhh… fuck me… ernghh… fuck me harder… ernghhh!
Harry: Arghh… arghh… arghhhh!
The pair in the front seat of the truck held on to each other tightly as they continued their passionate lovemaking. It continued until both of them screamed out in pleasure, finally reaching their climax together, two halves becoming one, in a moment of ultimate bliss.
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Audrey had draped herself on Harry’s chest, exhausted from the intensity of their lovemaking session. Harry smiled as he stroked her hair and brought his face down to kiss her again. It was just then, when the glazed look left Audrey’s eyes. She pushed herself off his chest, her eyes wide in horror. Then she began to scream.
Audrey: AHHHHHHHHHHH! Who are you?!
Harry: What? What the fuck?!
Audrey looked down at her naked body and she carried on screaming. She was shocked beyond words. She could not believe what she had done. There was no way she would even talk to someone like Harry, not to mention have sex with him. She screamed, trashed, and kicked as she struggled off Harry’s lap and climbed naked out of the vehicle. She reached in to grab her clothes, then spun a full circle back to face Harry, threatening to call the police on him.
Audrey: You raped me… You raped me!
Harry: WHAT?! It was done with mutual consent!
Audrey raced to her car and fumbled about to find her phone. She was hellbent on getting the police involved. Harry still sat in the truck, shaking his head in confusion, not knowing if he should follow her and try to talk his way out of the situation, or to make a hasty exit and try to leave the country before immigration was notified. He looked at the puppet on the dashboard, frowning hard in bewilderment as he picked it up and put Audrey within the sights of the red triangle etched into the glass in the puppet’s body. Harry’s heart thumped against his chest. His outstretched hand trembled, the head and arms of the puppet flailing around in a macabre dance.
Harry: Stop… stop! Just stop!
Audrey suddenly stopped moving. The glazed look returned to her eyes and she calmed down immediately. She stopped fussing about and just sat in her car. Harry swallowed a gulp of saliva, alternating his eyes between the puppet and Audrey. He stammered out his next words in a trembling voice.
Harry: Put… put on yo… your clothes…
Audrey slipped her exposed breasts back into her bra and adjusted her underwear in place. She pulled her dress over her head and started to put on her heels. Harry watched in awed amazement. His breath came in short laboured gasps, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. His gasps faltered, then slowly tapered away into a wheezing laughter.
Harry: Hahaha… ahahahah…
He looked at the puppet and then back at Audrey again.
Harry: You had sex with me willingly. You understand? Huh?
Sitting relaxed in the driver’s seat, Audrey nodded her head. Her face held an expression of dreamy compliance – she seemed to be at peace, almost happy even.
Harry: Forget about this and go home…
Audrey put her car into drive, and her black Mercedes exited the carpark. Harry stared at the taillights of her vehicle as they faded into the distance. He began to chuckle, the sound of his stifled amusement soon breaking out into a roar of bellyaching laughter. He laughed and laughed, resting his forehead on the steering wheel as his hand slapped a tune of his satisfaction on the dashboard. His soon calmed himself, a look of clarity and purpose on his face. He licked his lips, tasting the hints of alluring freshness of Audrey’s lips left on his.
Harry kissed the puppet and put his truck into gear. Now that he knew what that puppet could do, he wanted to find out how far he could take it.
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Juliette has a plumbing issue. After getting the plumbers up to her place, she soon realised that not having enough cash at home to pay for the repairs is the least of her worries
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Switching on the light in the bathroom, Juliette stepped in with here eyes barely opened. Lowering her sleep shorts, she yawned and sat down on the toilet seat.
A warm stream of pee left her body as she relieved the pressure from her bladder. She has resisted the urge to wake up and pee in the middle of the night, choosing to sleep it off.
The sound of distant thunder rolled across the sky as Juliette stretched herself on the toilet seat. Unrolling a few pieces of scented toilet roll, she dried herself down south before pulling up her shorts.
Turning on the tap to wash her hands, she heard a few loud spurts before a stream of yellowish water started spitting out from the tap.
Juliette : arghhhh… not again.
The workers have been trying to fix a leaking water tank on the roof for the past week. The neighbours on her stack of units are having issues with their water for the past few days.
She stopped the tap and was about to head to the kitchen when she heard this weird hissing sound. Tracking the source of the hiss, she opened the cabinet below her sink where she keeps her spare toilet rolls and sanitary pads.
She saw the water inlet pipe leaking and there is a strong stream of water being squeeze out in between the white tapes of the connecting joint.
Juliette : Oh come on…It’s a freaking weekend…arnghhh!
She went to touch the leak and tried to see if she could tighten the connection on her own.
The already brittle joint gave way with a loud snap.
Water gushed out from the pipe, sending a stream of cold water straight into Juliette’s face.
Juliette : arghhhhhhhhh!
She tried to reach the valve but it was too hard for her to shut it. Screaming frantically as the bathroom starts to flood, she tried everything, using a rag to stop the leak to getting a pail to cover the endless stream of water.
None of it worked. The water kept coming.
Totally drenched and dripping wet, Juliette went to her fridge and looked at the number of a handy man on a magnet that she received in the mailbox.
She had used the magnet to hold up food delivery coupons and ads all these while. She never expect that she will have a need to call the number listed on it.
It connected within three rings.
Juliette : hi I have a burst pipe under the sink. I don’t have the strength to shut off the valve. Can you send someone over quick ?
She gave the man her address and was informed that they have a team 10 minutes away.
Juliette : Oh thank god. Thank you.
Heading back to the bathroom, Juliette did what she could to stop the water from spilling out to the living room. By the time the doorbell rang, she was totally drenched from head to toe.
Opening the door, she saw two Indian men with their toolboxes.
Juliette : Come in quick. It’s going to flood the whole place.
The two workers followed Juliette into the bathroom and it took them less than a minute to shut off the water.
Juliette : oh thank god. Thank you. Ermm… Raja.
She said while looking at the name on the worker’s uniform while dripping wet like she was drenched in the rain.
Raja : No problem madam.
Raja called out to his friend Manesh and said something in their native tongue.
Raja : My friend Manesh go down to car, he take spare parts.
Juliette : ok sure.
Juliette remained at the bathroom, watching Raja work on replacing the burst pipes. She has left her door opened, Manesh can come up after he is done grabbing the parts.
Raja’s phone rang and Juliette could hear Manesh talking to Raja in their native tongue. She assumed they were talking about which pipes or joint to bring up, perhaps also how much to charge her for the plumbing works. She only has less than $100 in cash at home, it’s going to be embarrassing if she don’t have enough to pay them for the repairs.
Perhaps she can do a bank transfer or something.
When Manesh came back up with the parts, Juliette heard Manesh close the door behind him. She heard him lock the gate as well. Curious as to why would he do that, she walked out to see Manesh securing her gate with his own lock.
Juliette : Hey!.. what are you doing!
Manesh shut the door behind him and gave her a smile while looking at her body.
Juliette walked over to Raja, she wants to tell him what his colleague has done, but before she could do that, she looked at herself in the mirror.
She’s not wearing a bra, or a panty under her sleep clothes. The thin material of the top and shorts, after being drenched with water, is practically transparent.
Having been occupied with trying to stop the leak, she totally forgot about the state she is in.
Looking at the dark spots of her aerola and nipple, coupled with her tuff of neatly trimmed pubes below, Juliette then made eye contact with the two plumbers.
As the reality slowly sink in, Juliette realized that not having enough cash to pay the plumbers is going to the least of her worries.
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Facing financial difficulties, James and his wife made a decision. Fiona will allow her friend Benny to fertilise her egg, and she will bear him a child.
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I stood at the gate of the large landed property with the two boxes of pizza and waited for the customer to come out. It was my first day delivering food for a new platform and bad luck it seems, has befallen me on the very first job.
I was tasked to send pizza to Benny’s house located along Chun Tin road at Beauty world area. When Benny came out and saw me in the delivery uniform, he sniggered and tried to hide the look of disdain on his face.
Benny : Yo James…deliver food ah…
James : Hi, here’s your pizza…
Benny : i don’t know what Fiona sees in you bro…
I indicated that the food has been delivered on the app and was about to go when Benny stopped me.
Benny : Dude, dude, dude, relax…i’ll give you a 5 star review…stay and talk to me a while la…haha..
James : Benny i have other jobs to go to…
Benny : Is it? show me…
It was a lie and he saw right through it. There were no other jobs but i just want to get away from him.
Benny and my wife grew up in the same neighbourhood, in fact, my in law’s former place was right across his house.
I used the word former because they have since sold it due to a failed business venture. By the time they cleared their debts, they barely have enough for a 3 room flat located at the edge of the country.
The failed business took a toll on their health and the Fiona and my savings were exhausted within a couple of years.
My wife Fiona is an amazing woman. She was brought up well and she attended the best schools the country has to offer. If not for the fact that she needed to take care of her ailing parents, she would have been a high flyer in a corporate career by now.
Yes there is always an option to get a helper but these things are not that straightforward most of the time. My in laws ill health, couple with dementia, made it hard for many helpers to commit more than two months. Their frequent outburst, coupled with bad temper, made it near impossible for outside help, so Fiona quit her job to take care of her parents full time.
I thought my job with a venture startup is secure until the funding stopped coming in. Without warning, i was let go and overnight, i went from being the sole breadwinner in the family to a retrenched professional in his mid thirties wandering around town with a cardboard box of belongings in my hand.
Fiona tried her best not to cry in front of me and she apologised for the predicament her family got us into.
James : Don’t be silly, remember our vows? In sickness and in health, for better or for worse…
Fiona : I’m sorry dear…
James : There’s no need to apologise…
I know the dark days will pass eventually.
Benny kept in frequent contact with Fiona. They text almost on a daily basis. As much as i hate to admit, he’s responsible for keeping the much needed medical supplies and stuff my in laws needed at home. He simply ordered them and have it sent to the flat we shared.
Yes, we are all squeezing into that small flat because the BTO Fiona and i applied for are not ready yet.
Benny not only has been helping Fiona financially, he has also been actively pursuing her despite knowing she is married.
She has said multiple times she just see him as a good friend, she even promise to return the money he lent her. Fiona kept a detailed journal of the things Benny bought, from wheelchair, walking aid, right down to how many cartons of diaper he sent over.
She is well aware of his feelings for her but made it clear she is unable to reciprocate those feelings.
On the surface, Benny is doing all he can to be that good guy friend who expects nothing in return but if you are a guy, you surely could tell what he wanted.
He wants Fiona, not only that, he wants her to bear him a child.
Benny : Let’s have a quick chat la bro…come on…haha
James : What do you want?
Benny : You know what i want. i have told you before.
James : you’re crazy…
I wanted to walk away but Benny held onto my arm.
Benny : I have told Fiona the same thing…if she thought the idea was repulsive, she would have slapped me. Broke off contact, stopped talking to me totally but no…we are still talking , we are still good friends…hahha…she is receptive to the idea…
Benny is the younger of two brothers in the family and his older brother is gay. His grandfather has made it clear that whoever gives him a grandson first, will inherit everything under his name.
Benny : Child takes my surname. He will grow up in the best environment. Money is not an issue. hehehe…
James : Then go find someone else , you have money, i’m sure there are no lack of women willing to do it.
Benny : but i don’t want anyone else…i only want Fiona…heheh…
James: you’re mad…
Benny : I think you need to know something James…
James : What?
Benny sighed and took his time to speak, baiting my curiosity on purpose.
Benny : Fiona said something..
James : What did she say?
Benny : She said, you will never agree to this even if she did…hehehe…
I felt my heart drop as i got ready to call Benny on his bluff. My wife will never say something like this. She will never agree to something as absurd as this.
However, before i could refute that, Benny took out his phone and showed me the conversation he recorded.
I recognised my wife’s voice right away.
‘Even if i agree, James will never agree to something like this…’
‘what if he does? will you do it Fiona? I don’t know who else to go to…you’re my best friend. we know each other since we are kids…i know you, and you know me…i can’t think of any other woman with genes like yours…’
‘i don’t want to talk about this Benny’
‘What if i can convince James? What if he says yes…?’
‘He won’t’
‘what if?’
‘If James says yes…then i’ll do it…’
Benny stopped the playback as i stared at the screen with my mouth apart.
Benny gave my shoulder a couple of taps, and asked me to consider it.
Benny : Don’t worry, i’ll take good care of Fiona, i’ll be gentle. heheh. if you like, i’m fine if you want to watch too…heheh…
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For students who like to skip classes and break the law, there is now a better place for them.
This piece takes place in MOPC ( Ministry of Population Control )
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James pulled his car into the parking lot one level below the rooftop.
The level is empty and his car is the only one present that midday morning in the middle of a residential estate. He got out of his vehicle together with his partner Betty.
Both of them are dressed casually in dri fit t-shirts and track pants. The letters ‘MOPC’ is brightly printed in yellow behind the dark blue top.
James removed his sunglasses and looked at the notification on his phone.
Betty : Another rebellious teenager.
Betty shook her head and commented that their target Joyce just turned 18 the day before.
James : secondary 4 at 18, she retained for 2 years.
Betty scrolled on her phone before commenting that Joyce smokes as well.
James : Going to take a while to clean this one up.
The two of them took the stairs to the roof top garden of the multi-storey carpark.
Peeking through the glass panel of the fire escape door, they could see Joyce smoking in her school uniform.
James : What a waste of a perfectly good body. Smoking at such a young age. My god.
Betty : Well, it won’t be a waste once we retrieve it and being her back to MOPC.
James and Betty pulled out their stunt baton from their belts and reported their status back to HQ.
James : We’re about to grab target G22, Joyce Chu Jia Min. Permission to proceed over.
The acknowledgement came within seconds.
“Please proceed with care, target has been identified at a prime breeder base on her genetics profile.”
Betty : She should have stayed in school…
Betty said as she pushed opened the door.
James : I guess her body will serve a higher purpose once we bring her in.
Joyce took a long drag of her cigarette before turning to see James and Betty running towards her. She threw the half-finished cigarette onto the floor, picked up her bag and started to run.
She could feel the abrasion of her sanitary pad against the insides of her thigh as she put one foot in front of the other. Just when she is about to reach the door on the other exit stairs of the roof garden, she blacked out when James’s stun baton came into contact with her neck.
Betty held onto Joyce before she crash onto the ground in a series of spasms.
James kept his baton and knelt down to check Joyce’s vital signs.
James : She’s ok.
The 2 of them grabbed Joyce and brought her to their vehicle.
James took the opportunity to touch Joyce’s breast, kneading them through her school uniform blouse.
James : I always find it irresistible when I grab school girls like her..
Betty lifted up Joyce’s skirt to reveal that she is having her period.
Betty: Too bad for you… she’s not available.
James : what a waste. Would have loved to have a first go before sending her in.
Betty : hahhaa…well, there’s always others.
James : pity though, she’s so pretty. Should have stayed in school.
Betty : I hope she enjoys her stay in MOPC.
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James has a naughty cousin that is an absolute bitch. One day, while he was snooping around in her room during Chinese New Year, he could not resist snitching one of her underwear. As if stealing was not bad enough, James decides to crossdress with Abby’s worn undies. To make things worse, he was caught with his pants down literally.
Just when he thought his world is going to come crashing down, Abby decided to make him an offer he cannot resist.
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I’ve always envied my cousin Abby. Compared to her, i seemed to have drawn the shorter stick in life. She’s intelligent, talented and pretty. She attend one of the best schools in the country while i am barely scraping through a neighbourhood school which pretty much takes in rejects from other neighbourhood schools.
Oh please, don’t give me the every school is a good school narrative, we all know that is not true. My school has a police vehicle permanently parked at the housing estate next door and every single provision shop beside the school has been booked for selling cigarettes to underage smokers. Gang slogans are scrawled in the toilets and we have three discipline master, all of whom are former retired military RSM.
Everyday, the school is a hair’s breath away from a full blown riot. Sometimes i suspect my school is so crowded only because Boys home don’t have the capacity to take us all in.
If i were to be compared to Abby, it’s literally heaven and earth. I get single digit grades, while she gets full marks most of the time. I never once cried when i get my results but Abby once cried because she scored 95 out of 100.
My mother was sharing the story with me and it was a truly ‘what the fuck’ moment for me.
There is something about Abby that the adults are not aware of. She is an absolute bitch to me. I’ll give you an example.
Once, i was at her place for dinner and she invited me into her room to check out her new phone.
Abby : Look…
James: Wow, an Iphone.
Abby : But it’s not the latest series…
And to my horror, she threw it onto the floor, cracking the screen and sending splinters of hard plastic all over her bedroom.
I was frozen in shock as i stared at Abby who started to cry. The adults came running and she told them i threw her phone on the ground.
My father dragged me out of the room and gave me scolding i will never forget. My Uncle and Auntie are very nice folks, they just brushed the matter aside. To the both of them who are successful business owners, getting another phone is just like getting another eraser from the bookshop to them. It’s no big deal.
However, my parents were so upset at my behavior that they cut my allowance, they want me to save up and pay back Abby for the damage to her phone.
I knew no matter how i try to explain, it would not matter. Everyone will only believe the girl from Raffles Grand secondary (RGS), no one gives a shit about the boy from Circuit Central Boys (CCB).
Abby had the cheek to tell me that she was just angry that instead of the latest iphone, her parents had given her one from the previous release.
She’s spoilt rotten in my opinion but the adults don’t see it that way. She is always the princess, the darling in everyone’s eyes. It took me almost two years just to save and pay Abby back the amount. An amount she didn’t even care about.
She makes fun of my grades, my looks, my height, basically, i’m like her punching bag.
Despite Abby being such a bitch to me most of the time, i find myself being attracted to her in a manner i cannot describe. Perhaps i come from a all boys school and have limited contact with girls my age.
When i go to Abby’s place, i find myself wandering into her room just to see her things. I will open her wardrobe to look at her clothes. I watched her training bras and cartoon panty transform into proper bras and undies fit for a woman.
I never stole anything, i just want to look at them. I wanted to touch them but i was too afraid to so anything stupid.
It was always a quick peek, and i will have that image imprinted in my head for days after that. I will picture her drawer filled with neatly folded undies and bras arranged by their respective colours.
I would feel a strange arousal in my pants as weird thoughts flooded into my head.
Then something happened during a Chinese New year gathering.
The family is all gathered at Abby’s place for dinner. After the meal, everyone crowd around the table on the ground floor for a bit of friendly blackjacks. The TV in the living room were showing countdown programs and i wanted to watch something else. My auntie told me to head up to the family area on level two, there is another TV there where i can watch the movies showing on another channel.
I made myself comfortable but 15 minutes in, i felt a strange yet excited stir in my stomach. My eyes looked beyond the family area towards Abby’s room. She has gone over to a friend’s place down the road after dinner for a chat. I felt this sudden strong urge to go into her room again.
Ever since i turned 16, i could feel the temptation to enter Abby’s room increase by leaps and bounds. We are of the same age, but she is taller. Abby is already 1.6m tall while i’m still a scrawny 1.5m for a guy.
Her body has developed into a sexy hourglass shape, her legs so long and slim. She must have been eating the right food because she’s not too skinny or fat, just perfect in my eyes. I have this strong urge to touch her soft skin, run my hands through her hair, kiss those lips that could part so easily to let out that sweet laughter, or in my case, her verbal abuse.
Abby’s breast is a full C cup by my estimate. Her breasts and ample hips give her an aura of confidence and strength. Whenever she wears a tight fitting dress or a top, it accentuates her voluptuous curves that makes me forget everything else. Sometimes, i had to constantly remind myself to look away from her body during gatherings.
I could feel Abby’s open door beckoning me forward to take a look. Just a quick look to satisfy this strange desire in my body.
The fear is real, usually when i did it, the house is not so crowded. To do it during Chinese new year gathering when someone could easily pop by takes balls of steel for a 16 year old
I took a peek to be sure all the adults are still engrossed in their game on level one before making my way towards Abby’s room.
I froze at the edge of Abby’s room, and i could feel my heart racing. To me, Abby’s room is like a treasure trove full of secrets. I was so tempted to open every drawer, every wardrobe and flip through all her diaries.
There is so much i want to so but i was frozen by fear. If i get caught, it’s going to be impossible to explain myself.
At that moment, i asked myself a simple question. If i give up on that opportunity, when will i ever get the chance again to explore my cousin’s room.
Looking down at her laundry basket by the entrance, i felt my heart skip a beat as my fingers dug into the door frame.
Memories of how she bullied me came flooding into my head and i was overwhelmed with this urge to get even. I don’t know how, i just know i need to do this.
I must.
I took a deep breath, and crossed the threshold from the corridor into Abby’s room.
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The lights to her room are on, her laptop is streaming some music and her lava lamp cast strange shadows on the walls by her bed.
The shades of white and light brown seemed to scream luxury, the carpets were soft and fluffy. It smells like a posh hotel lobby, the kind purely out of my reach. I can tell that no expense was spared when it comes to furnishing and decoration in this room.
Abby’s bed is queen size,the sheets are all pristine white and i can almost feel the luxurious fabric against my fingers if i had dared to touch them. On her bedside table sits a pair of black oxygen speakers that gives off an air of sophistication even with its simple design.
My mind drifted to my tiny bed with its childish duvet and pillows, and a wave of shame washed over me like the waves on a beach.
The walls are adorned with of picture frames and posters ranging from Kpop stars, cute cartoon characters to travel pictures from around the world and an oil painting portrait that she painted fof herself as birthday present last year.
I turned and look at her wardrobe and i could feel butterflies in my stomach. There is a whole wardrobe of clothings and lingerie for me to discover but yet i find my attention drawn to her laundry basket.
The sudden erection took me by surprise as i peered into the rattan basket lined with thick rough fabric.
The clothes she put on that morning were in the pile of laundry, tangled up together. Her underwear and school shorts were intertwined, obviously taken off in unison when she came home after half a day in class.
I was so tempted to reach in for them when my attention was drawn toward the pastel pink cheongsum hanging by her wardrobe.
The delicate flowers of pastel pink, snowy white, and pale yellow seemed to whisper at me to touch them. It made me wish the next day will come faster as long as i get to see Abby wearing that cheongsum.
I could almost imagine how she looks when paired with a pair of seductive high heels.
The more i thought about it, the harder my erection became. Between the cheongsum and the laundry, i chose the latter. I felt as if i had lost control of my body as i lowered myself towards the laundry basket.
I untangled Abby’s worn undies and did something i never expect myself to do.
No, i’m not going to sniff it or lick it.
I want to wear it.
I can’t explain my absurd intentions. I don’t know why would i even consider doing something like this but i knew i need to do it.
I need to feel ‘close’ to Abby and the only way i can do it was to wear her panty.
I glanced quickly down the empty hallway and then proceeded to strip down, removing my shorts and underwear with one motion. After that, I put each foot through the leg openings of Abby’s panties. As I tugged them up my hairy legs, I experienced a peculiar pleasure as I crossdressed for the first time ever.
James : arnghhh…
The snug fit of Abby’s panty against my privates felt so good, I thought I was going to faint. It’s tight of course, it’s not designed for my body’s anatomy but given that i’m also rather small size for a guy, the panty was a snug fit.
The soft cotton pressed my erection against my pelvic area, squishing my already small, inadequate tool.
I could feel my heart thumping with each breath that I took and it sent adrenaline coursing through me.
It made me feel excited and aroused but also scared at the same time. I was about to reach into the basket for more goodies when i froze.
Suddenly, i heard Abby’s voice and then the sound of footsteps thumping up to level two. I panicked.
I quickly pulled on my pants and kept my own underwear in my pocket. It was too late for me to head back to the family area, Abby was already at the corridor staring at me.
She looked at me and my body language immediately betrayed my thoughts. Abby knew i did something.
Abby : Why are you inside my room?
James : Nothing… i…
Abby : You what?
She walked into her room and looked around her table, checking her belongings to see if anything is missing.
James: Nothing, i heard music …so i came to see what is playing…
I lied and Abby could tell i was lying. I could see it in her eyes.
Her eyes continued looking around and she could sense my nervousness. My heart was thumping so fast i thought i will get a heart attack.
Then her eyes went to her laundry basket and i knew i’m fucked.
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