The life of a male domestic worker serving a elite family. A family with a weird and psycho daughter.
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There are 2 classes of people in Singapore.
The elites and the farmers.
If you are unsure which one you belong to, I sorry to tell you, you belong to the farmer class like me.
Even within the farmer class, there are many classification.
I belonged to the lowest tier that makes a living doing manual labour.
I have a Polytechnic diploma but a diploma in this day and age is nothing.
I tried looking for a job for 6 months but was overwhelmed by competition.
People who are more hungry, who are smarter, and of course, those who are willing to work for lesser pay.
Not that I’m asking for a lot.
I’m looking for 1.6k a month.
Surely that is not a lot to ask for a guy with a engineering diploma ?
As my savings dwindled, I could feel desperation creeping in.
At 22, I have less than $500 in the bank, no job, and while I’m still staying with my parents, news of their retrenchment during the pandemic hit hard.
I no longer have the luxury of waiting around for my dream job in a industry I like.
I submitted my resume to a employment agency and was informed that I have been shortlisted by an employer for interview.
They were looking for a local domestic worker.
Someone who can help them manage every aspect of their elite lives while remaining invisible.
Why are they not hiring foreign maids you ask ?
The foreign maids had it with Singapore and many are returning home in droves. They no longer find it appealing to work in the country.
Their pay too has increased over the years, factor in the levies, the taxes and insurances, some families find that employing a local domestic worker might make more economical sense.
I went to the agency and I saw 4 other men around my age.
Fresh out of the army, jobless and drawing a blank about our future.
The interview process is crude and demeaning.
We stood in front of a mirror like criminals in a line up. Our prospective employer would stay behind the mirror and talk to us though the microphone.
We were not addressed by names, but by numbers.
I was number 2 that day.
Employer: number 2….. you mentioned you enjoyed gardening… do you have experience tending to gardens and plants…. ?
James : Yes… I do… I was the head of the gardening club back in secondary school …. And I volunteer at a community garden every week….
Employer : are you ok with staying in ? 5 days a week….?
James : Yes I am….
The employer went on to ask the other candidates different questions base on their qualifications and resume but the last question is always the same.
“ Are you ok with staying in ? “
All 4 of us expressed that we are ok to stay in the employer’s house during weekdays.
It’s not too different from the army anyway.
Then he dropped the bomb.
Employer : I have a daughter… she is 18….
I could feel as if someone dropped a stone on my chest.
The lot of us looked at each other in the room.
What does this mean ?
You see, I’m sure the 1st question on your mind is which family would willingly hire a man into their house to do their chores ?
It’s usually a woman’s work.
How could they trust the man to be around the house with their wives, their daughters ? A situation might arise and it can get messy right ?
Actually no.
The policy makers have it all thought out.
Temporary chemical castration.
Yes.
Just like women taking a pill for birth control, a pill for temporary castration has been commercialised.
It renders your sperm inactive and stops you from getting erection.
When employers notify you upfront that they have a daughter, it’s usually the que to let you know, dude, you want to work for me, you have to take the pill.
You need to fuck up your own cock for money.
Number 1 and number 4 immediately expressed their desires to back out.
Number 1 : sorry… I wish to back out….
Number 4 : me too…
The 2 of them left the room and I shared a look with number 3.
It’s just both of us left.
It comes down to how desperate we are for a job.
Employer : so…. Number 2 and 3…. Are you sure you want to proceed…. ? I want to remind you…. You are expected to work hard…. From general cleaning to maintaining the house…. It’s not going to be a walk in the park…. The plot of land on which the house sits on is 18000 square feet…. The house itself is 3 stories…. And close to 6000 square feet in size….
I had no choice.
I needed the money.
He was offering 1.8k
Lodging and food included. It’s just work. It could not be worse than life in the military.
I nodded and so did number 3.
Employer : ok…. I am fine with both of you…. So I will let my daughter choose… see who she is more comfortable with….
There was a brief pause and then I heard a feminine voice speak out.
“ Number 2 … what is your name ? “
James : My name is James….
There was another pause before she spoke again.
“ alright James…. we choose you… “
I heaved a sigh of relief, finally landing a job.
A job as a local domestic worker.
It’s just domestic work right ?
How hard can it be ?
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Good grades should be rewarded isn’t it ?
Drunk tuition teachers are what dreams are made of.
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I barely had a strand of pubic hair on my dick when I first saw Lydia when I was in secondary school. I was a late bloomer and coming to terms with what is happening to my body. I remembered it was just after my 16th birthday in January when Lydia was brought in to tutor me for secondary 4.
It’s the ‘o’ levels and there’s nothing more worrying than a child doing badly for his exams in Singapore, for parents that is.
I was hitting the peak of my puberty years when I knew Lydia.
That was when I started getting all these weird reactions in my body whenever I see her.
Lydia is 3 years older than me and the effect of her well developed body is like putting sugar outside the entrance of an ant’s nest.
I could get a hard erection whenever Lydia walks into my house.
We have our lessons in the living room. There’s a large study table just by the piano we would always sit.
Initially I called Lydia ‘teacher’ , but after a while, she suggested I call her by her name instead.
3 years isn’t that much an age gap.
Lydia smells so good that I wondered if all girls smell as nice as her.
I came from an all boys school, I hardly have any female friends. So you can imagine the excitement i have whenever it’s time for my tuition with Lydia.
It’s like spending an hour or 2 with a close girl friend or sort. Except that she is being paid.
The first few months, my parents were always around at home. My grades improved greatly after Lydia came into the picture and it wasn’t long before she gained their trust to look after me like I’m her little brother.
My parents would go run their errands while the class is going on, leaving me alone in the house with Lydia.
I’m a growing boy.
The things that go through my mind, is the same thing that went through yours when you were my age.
When I looked at how firm Lydia’s breast were, I wanted to touch them. I want to squeeze them.
When I saw how smooth and thin her bra straps were, I wanted to snap them against her fair skin to hear that sickening ‘ piak’ sound.
Everytime Lydia crossed her legs , I wished I could smell them, or put my dick in between her thighs so when she put her legs together, it would squeeze my small dick together.
Sick thoughts like this constantly filled my head.
There was once Lydia came with a sweater because it was raining outside. She was a little drench. While she was drying herself up in the bathroom, I picked up her sweater and started smelling it.
My cock got so hard that It took a while for the erection to die down.
3 months before my ‘o’ levels, I found myself drinking from the same cup Lydia used during the tuition. I would smell and lick the part she put her mouth to.
I would also sit on the same chair she did, trying to imagine myself feeling the warmth from her body.
I did really well for my ‘o’ levels thanks to Lydia and my parents were over the moon. Motivation to see Lydia played a big part in my grades.
I was eager to go to a Junior college and have Lydia continue as my tuition teacher.
Then something happened.
About half a year into my year one in JC, Lydia turned up for one of our Saturday lesson drunk.
It was a 8am lesson.
I was already up and ready by 7.30am
That was when I saw Lydia staggering towards the gate.
She could hardly walk straight.
James : Lydia…. Are you ok ??
Lydia : morning James… morning….. morning…. Hahah…
When I opened the door for Lydia, I could smell the stench of alcohol from her body and her breathe.
She must have partied through the night and came straight to my place.
James : Are you ok ?? Lydia… ?
Lydia : I’m ok… I’m ok…. I’m early right…. It’s not 8am yet….
James : No… you’re early…. You better sit down….
Lydia staggered into the house with her shoe on and I quickly went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.
When I came back, I saw Lydia slumped on the sofa in a weird position.
James : Lydia…. Lydia… are you ok ?? hey….
I tapped her several times and she’s totally out cold.
I could hear her snore a little too.
I was about to call my parents when something inside me snapped.
My heart started beating faster.
My throat felt dry.
Looking at Lydia’s body, my own started moving.
I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it. I cant control myself.
I put my hands gently around Lydia’s bottom. She did not move.
I held my breath and I touched her breast, something I really wanted to do for so long.
She did not react either.
Lydia suddenly stirred and I quickly backed away.
I thought she was going to wake up but no, she readjusted her body, and fell back down the sofa.
I looked at the clock.
It’s 7.45am.
My parents will usually come back around 10.30am.
That gives me lightly more than 2 hours if I include some buffer.
I was shaking by then as I kept feasting my eyes on Lydia’s body.
Looking at her legs, her bottom and her exposed midriff, I highly doubt I can last more than 5 minutes.
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Joe has always been picked on by the students in his class. He has been bullied all his life, even as a teacher, he feels he is a failure. The students he teach are all smarter than him, and he is the subject of frequent pranks in class too. He accidentally comes across an artefact which allows him to freeze time, and he intends to use it to teach all his students a lesson. One that they will never forget.
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The girls in class nudged each other on the arm, daring the other to try and ask Joe the question they have in mind. Liwen and Meihui did a quick game of scissors paper stone and Meihui lost the game.
She chuckled and raised her hand, clearing her throat at the same time.
Meihui : Cher…Mr Joe…
Joe stopped writing on the board and turned around, facing the class of 35 girls from one of the most elite education institution in the country.
Meihui : Which school did you come from?
Half the class giggled as Joe adjusted his geeky spectacles.
Joe : I graduated from the…
Meihui : No one asked you where you graduated from, we want to know which school you went to!
Everyone was laughing by then.
Liwen : We know you graduated from the factory like every other teacher…haha
Joe : Class…please settle down and pay attention to…
Meihui : We already know what you want to teach Cher…our tuition have already covered every thing from now till end of the year.
Stephanie : Exactly. Everyone of us got full marks for the test paper you set last week, just chill la…haha..
Liwen : does that make you wonder if we are all very smart, or you are just not good enough to teach us?
The whole class roared with laugher as they took turns taking jibe at Joe.
Joe : That…that is very rude of you Liwen!
Joe said with a voice so soft that it was barely heard above the din the girls are making.
Liwen : You can sue me in court Mr Joe…haha..my parents will love to do something interesting with their law firm instead of helping others file for divorce and fight custody battles. haha.
Stephanie : Cher, i think if you will just leave us alone, we will do better.
Joe : Class, Class 4.1 please settle down…
The heckling continued and Joe was trying hard not to break down into tears. The class is smart, the girls are all intelligent and their families have more resources compared to the rest but they are all so spoilt.
Meihui : Mr Joe, you look like you are going to cry…i need to get this on Tik Tok. It will definitely go viral…haha…
Liwen : You probably need to tag it under, “neighbourhood school teacher cannot take pressure and cries in class” hahah
Everyone laughed and Joe went back to the table. He knocked on the table several times to get the class’ attention but the heckling continued.
Joe clenched his fist, he just want all this to stop. Why can’t he be posted to a normal school with kids who actually want to learn?
He reached into his bag and he shouted in horror when he felt his hand touch something soft. He looked in and realised it was filled with sanitary pads.
Joe : arghhhh!
The girls roared with laughter and teased Joe, reassuring him that those were all new. Suddenly, Joe felt a smack on his back, then another, and another.
Joe : No stop! stop it! this is not the kind of behaviour you girls should have!
One after another, the girls ran towards Joe and slapped a sanitary pad, sticky side down onto Joe’s shirt and pants.
No matter how he tries to remove them, more will come. His hair, his face, even his groin were not spared as a few dozen pads were stuck onto his body, arms and limbs.
Joe screamed and ran out of the class and everyone cheered. The principal came by and saw what happened, she chided the girls for their behavior as Joe ran all the way to the sports store to calm down.
He shut the door and quickly removed the pads from his body.
Joe : arnghhh..arnghh..arnghhhh!
By the time he is done, he is covered with perspiration and he huddled up by a corner of the sports room filled with various sporting equipment from basketballs to netball bibs.
He tried to fight back his tears. He has always been the target of bullying growing up. He blames it on the way he looks, his features somehow just draws all the bullies towards him. Joe didn’t know how much time has passed when the door to the sports store opened.
Meihui : Mr Joe? You in here?
Joe : Is that you Meihui? What do you want?
Stephanie : We’re here to apologise. We’re sorry, we went a bit overboard…
Liwen : Where are you Mr Joe?
Joe peered through the cages holding hula hoops and composed himself. He needs to get his shit together or he will risk embarrassing himself in front of the girls.
Joe : I’m here. just stay there, i’m coming out. It’s dusty and there’s a lot of old stores here, i don’t want you girls to trip.
Joe stood up and start to make his way to the girls.
Stephanie ran a finger along the shelves and made a face at the amount of dust in the old sports store. These were equipment relegated to cold storage. No one comes in here to grab their sports gear anymore. The new ones donated yearly by their alumni are located right by the field itself for easy access.
Joe : you girls shouldn’t be here. You should be in class.
Liwen : Mrs Soh want us to apologise, so here we are.
Meihui : Just to set the record straight, she asked us to apologise, not that we really want to. I mean it’s just a joke Mr Joe, i’m sure you know that right? haha
Stephanie : Exactly, it’s just a harmless prank what…haha
Stephanie shrugged and accidentally knocked a bowl of tennis balls over. The balls thud and rolled all over the room. The girls tried to reason with Joe while bending down to pick up the stray tennis balls.
It was then Stephanie noticed an old stopwatch on the floor.
She picked it up out of curiosity.
The watch was a tarnished silver with its front covered in dust. She wiped the face and noticed that there were numbers still legible on it. It was an old mechanical stopwatch with faded yellow numbers. Its hands moved gracefully around its face as if it had never stopped working before, even though years have passed since anyone last touched it. While its exterior is rusty, its interior is still well preserved with gleaming metal cogs and wheels.
The low and high hand movements are hypnotic to watch. Stephanie pressed the button to stop the movement and she felt a prick on her finger.
Stephanie : ow fuck!
There is an embedded needle and Stephanie watched the blood disappear into the metal with amazement.
Stephanie: Hey guys, you need to look at this…
Stephanie walked out to her friends and she froze.
Everyone seemed to be frozen in time. Even the tennis ball that Meihui threw at Mr Joe is frozen in midair.
Stephanie : what the hell?
Stephanie pressed the button again but the needle did not prick her this time. With just a normal click, everything went back to normal.
Meihui and Liwen were still teasing Mr Joe while she looked around the sports room in amazement. Stephanie examined the wound on her thumb. Joe noticed her and asked if she was ok.
Stephanie : Yeah. i…i cut myself on something i think.
Joe : Huh? let me see. What happened?
Stephanie : I…i don’t know. It was this stopwatch…
Joe took the watch and turned it around for a quick examination.
Stephanie : It just…it just like…
Joe pressed the button and he too, felt the prink of his finger as time froze. Joe turned around and he shouted.
Joe : arnghhh!
Meihui had a fake cockroach out from her pocket and she was about to put it on his head while Liwen had another sanitary pad in her hand.
Joe : What are you all doing?
Joe exclaimed but all three girls remained stationary. They didn’t move, they couldn’t talk. They just remained there, frozen in time.
It took Joe a few moments to realise what was happening. He turned the stopwatch around and read the small inscriptions on the metal casing.
And as he read, a smile slowly broke on his face.
Joe looked at the three girls in front of him. He walked towards Liwen. He has always found her to be rather well-developed for a girl her age. Her full breast always drew his eyes’ attention. He liked the fact that her pinafore is getting a little short for her height, the hem of it is a couple of inches above her kneecaps.
Joe waved his hands in front of the girls, he even tried to jab them in their eyes to be sure this is not another prank.
He mustered up enough courage and cupped his palm around Liwen’s breast.
Joe : arnghhhh…
He kissed her on her cheek and sniff her neck. Joe reached under her pinafore and his fingers felt the recessed valley of Liwen’s privates. He stroked her several times before pressing his finger to his nose.
Joe : sNIFFFFFF! arnghhhhh!
Then he took a step back and he started laughing. He laughed and he laughed. All the times he has been bullied by these girls, all the times he was picked on.
He is going to return it all to them. He love the silence in particular. It’s so quiet, no one to call him names, no one to tease him.
Joe kept the watch in his pocket and his hands reached for the buckle around Liwen’s waist. He unbuckled it, watching her belt drop, he lifted her pinafore up above her head and threw it to the side.
Unbutton Liwen’s white blouse from the bottom up, he reveal a pair of sweet school girl white bra protecting a firm and supple 34C tits.
Joe removed the blouse and pressed it to his nose, giving the part where the underarms rest extra attention.
Joe started laughing as he unbuckled his pants in the dusty old store room.
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James new girlfriend Evelyn is a conservative girl of mixed parentage. With strict parents and good upbringing, she is the decent girl every man wants to bring home to their parents. Deep within her sexual urges lies a dark secret. An inner slut waiting to be released. Follow James as he slowly opens her up to the world of dark and sinful pleasures.
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There is no way anyone can tell my girlfriend Evelyn is of mixed parentage. Her mum is Chinese while her dad is Malay.
She looked just like any other local Singaporean Chinese at first glance, with her sweet smile and shy demeanour, she is a hit among all the colleagues. Her eyes are big and like her dad, she is blessed with really long and natural eyelashes.
Her features are sharp and shapely, almost giving her a Korean look especially with her fair skin.
If she did not let on the fact that her father is Malay, you would never know.
I too initially found it weird why with her full C cup breast and shapely figure, Evelyn chose to cover her body. She is always in a conservative long sleeve top and pants.
Her legs were slim and toned, I had been long eyeing her ever since I saw her at the office gym.
She may be all covered up, but there was no hiding the amazing taut figure she had once she changed into her tight gym gear.
The long pants hugged onto her legs and calves so tightly that it almost looked like the perfect sculpture of golden proportion.
Evelyn’s sports bra is pink, bright neon pink, but she wore a long sleeve white top over it. That was the most teasing and revealing get up I have seen her in.
Even though she remained covered up, my mind had already begin to wander.
The fact that she had a strict mother and coming from such a conservative background aroused me in a weird way.
Evelyn hardly joins us for lunch, unless we went to a fast food joint or the eatery is halal certified. There meant I had very little chance to eat with her as colleagues.
Still, I mustered up enough courage to go after her one day.
To proof my determination, I made some changes to my diet and lifestyle.
I only brought her to places and cafes where she could dine in and I never pressured her to wear revealing clothes or made any attempt to have sex with her.
The most I did was to hold her hands and stroke her back.
I thought I was doing it all right, only to be told by Evelyn I was doing it all wrong.
It was a shock to me in epic proportion.
Beneath her conservative dressing lies a horny slut.
One with a monstrous appetite for sex and everything kinky. It seems growing up in a strict household sort of allowed too much frustration and feelings to be pent up within her. Evelyn dressed the way she did and behaved the manner she does only to make her parents happy.
Her dad would frown if she wore short sleeve tshirts even if it’s for a short trip to the grocery store below her flat. She even needed to wear long pants for that short distance.
Which is why the moment we got together, she found a new found sense of liberty.
One which she treasured so much.
Evelyn is turning 26 when we got together. I was not her first partner she revealed. Her virgin was taken by her boyfriend when she was in Junior college.
Evelyn : The school uniforms were the only skirts I ever owned. ….
I remembered her saying that to me in such a spiteful and sad manner that I decided to buy her some clothes.
Although she is not allowed to stay over at my place, she often stayed late into the evening.
The moment Evelyn got to my place, she showered and changed into the clothes I bought for her. It’s not anything fancy.
It’s something most girls wear at home after work. A simple camisole, a pair of loose shorts. She enjoyed her freedom to bare her skin, to walk around feeling the cool breeze in my parent’s place.
My parents loved and adored her too, with her manners and sweet disposition, she would make her perfect daughter in law.
Even her diet was slowly changing, she gradually grew to be ok with dinning in non halal establishments as long as she doesn’t order meat items.
When we finally had time alone, I would strip her, slowly enjoying her naked body which she had kept covered up for so long.
It was during one of these appreciation session I realised that Evelyn liked to be looked at.
She wants me to look at her naked body, to feel her firm breast as I praised her.
As time passed, even though Evelyn dressed the same manner she did when we go out, the clothes she wore at home got skimpier. Her shorts were so short that you can see some of her firm butt cheeks exposed.
I noticed my younger brother ogling at her a couple of times and there was no way Evelyn could have missed that.
It was after much convincing that I managed to get Evelyn to go out one evening in casual wear.
Casual as in something I chose for her.
It was a Friday and we were planning to grab dinner and catch a movie at a neighbourhood mall.
After getting back to my place, we showered and she was about to wear back her same conservative clothes.
I forced her to ditch her long pants and turtle neck top she wore to work that day.
Evelyn : Don’t want la… what if my relatives see….. what if my dad’s sisters or brothers see me….
I reassured her that it would be fine. No one would bother her.
I picked out a teal coloured bra, one which we bought together and I knew Evelyn liked it. Especially against a white top.
She admitted to me she liked the feeling of revealing the colour of her bra, even though it’s just a little. It’s a small rebellion which she could not help doing even when she was conservatively dressed.
I got her a tight white t-shirt, one which barely covered her belly button.
It looked ok on her, but if she stretched or lift up her hands, her taut and well toned flat tummy would be exposed.
Evelyn : It’s too short…. Cannot la…
James : Can…. Can…. Don’t worry.
She wanted to wear a pair of ¾ pants but I refused, telling her it would not match her sweet girl image.
Instead I made her put on a pair of simple grey flare skirt. It puffed up nicely and when she walks, there is this light airy bounce in it.
Evelyn : It’s so short dear!!!…. cannot la…
She tried to pull it lower, raising her objection as she only wore that at my place and especially if we were about to have sex.
I looked at her smooth creamy legs and told her it’s fine.
After much coaxing, I chose a pair of light pink panty and we left the house.
Evelyn held onto my arms as we made our way to the shopping mall at Tampines.
The tickets were already booked online and we just need to collect it after dinner.
With her hourglass figure, the moment we got into the mall, I could see several pair of eyes following Evelyn.
As we jostled and waited for our turn to go up the escalator, I could not help but notice a uncle squeezing his way to get behind Evelyn .
I pretended to look around and I could see him staring at Evelyn’s smooth hairless legs. Tracing the lines of her curves with his hungry eyes.
We got to the foodcourt and I chose a seat, making Evelyn sit down while I get the food.
Her skirt is so short and she had to hold on to it while she sat down and cross her legs and play with her phone.
I queued a distance away and I noticed a few guys walking pass my girlfriend a few times too often. It was then I realised they were trying to take her picture.
When I got back to Evelyn a few minutes later with 2 bowls of noodles, she whispered quickly to me.
Evelyn : Dear…. I think got people trying to take pictures of me….
I smiled and told her that’s because she’s beautiful and has a hot figure.
The smile never left Evelyn’s face that evening.
As the night wore on, Evelyn got more comfortable and gained more confident. Even the way she walked looked better, as if she was deliberately teasing the men with her stride, letting her short skirt bounce.
James : How do you feel ?
She just smiled before saying that she felt very scare and excited.
After the movie, we went to make out at one of the hdb staircase, both of us feeling the heat. I was given a pleasant surprise though when Evelyn started talking dirty to me in a way.
Evelyn : I felt very arouse when the men stared at me….
James : Why ? ….
Evelyn : It felt really good…. To see them look and me…. Makes me feel sexy…
James : You are sexy…. That’s why they look at you….
Then think got a little hotter as Evelyn started to say she feels a little guilty and said I should have scolded her as her boyfriend.
The truth is I felt aroused when I see people staring at her. To see others desire her tight body.
James : Ok… I’ll scold you…
Evelyn : Really ?… haha… how…
I pressed her down onto her knees and removed my pants…
James : Give me a blow job…..
I felt the warm embrace of her mouth and initially the suck was slow and sensual.
Evelyn : Scold me…. Slurppz.z.. scold me.. James…. Scold me…… slurpppzzzz…punish me… slurppzz…
James : You’re a slut…. You enjoyed the attention of other men is it ? … do you ? ….you always wanted to wear revealing clothings ? …. To show off your body and breast ? …..
I grabbed a tuff of her hair as she sucked harder the same time I noticed she started rubbing her private, easily reaching it under her skirt.
James : You like this ? …. Suck harder!….
The intensity got stronger as I fought back an urge to moan.
James : Are you a conservative girl ? har ?? har ?? answer me..
Evelyn : Yes…. Slurppzz… srlupspszz…yes…I’m…. srlurppzz…. Sorry… slurppzz…
I pressed her harder against my dick, letting her slutty mouth deep throat me.
James : You like other men to look at you ???….. you like other man to imagine what you look like underneath your long sleeve clothes and conservative pants ? har ?har ?
I jerked her head lightly with a tug of her hair.
Evelyn : I… I like… slurppzz… slrupzzz… i…. like…
James : Do you want to be a slut ?? a conservative girl who is secretly a cock craving slut ??
Evelyn suddenly stopped sucking and burst into spasm on her knees as a long drool of saliva dripped onto the floor as she fingered herself into orgasm.
As she moaned and composed herself, she looked up into my eyes , breathless and panting and replied me.
Evelyn : Yes….. yes…..i want to be your slut…
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James works in a cloning facility where clones are produced and kept for a short period purely for pleasure and company. His friend Tom, has ideas of his own.
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“Come on James, it’s not real. It’s impossible meat. Don’t be a spoil sport.” Tom said with a nudge on his arm.
“I don’t know, it’s, it’s so weird.” James replied.
“Don’t pretend, I know you always have the hots for Wen.” Tom said while pointing to his wife on the bed.
Or rather, an exact replica of his wife on the bed.
Technology has progressed so far along that you can now take any DNA sample from the person you wish to clone, hand it over to a company, and viola. In 2 weeks, you will have an exact replica of the person in front of you.
There is a catch though. The clone only lasts for 2 days. And within that 2 days, you can live your wildest fantasy with the clone with no repercussions. Do anything you want.
You want to date a celebrity ? Sure, get a hold of his or her hair.
You have a fantasy of your sister in law ? Sure, get a hold of her hair.
Your colleague’s wife ? Your boss ? Your close friend who friend-zoned you?
Those are all a thing of the past. Just get their hair and have your wildest dream come true, in a controlled environment of course.
James looks at Wen sitting obediently on the bed and smiling at the both of them.
“Look at her, they have her right down to the position of the mole above her left shoulder. It’s fucking amazing isn’t it?” Tom said.
“How…how long have you been doing this bro?” James asked his good friend.
“Come on la James, Marriage, kids, work stress, all these kill your sex life. Don’t pretend as if you are getting it as much as you use to from Joan.”
What Tom said is true. James’ sex life has been going downhill ever since the arrival of kids. With screaming toddlers and bosses bugging you over email and messages long after work hours, it can be hard to spend quality time with your spouse.
Tom nudged James on his arm again, asking him to just go for it.
“I signed up for a membership. I mean, I fucking quite smoking and drinking for this dude. The money is better spent here.” Tom chuckled.
James walked over to Wen who is fully dressed in clothes that Tom brought. Actual clothes that were worn by his wife back home. It lends a realism that words cannot describe.
The way the fake Wen moved, her gestures, her smile. It’s exactly the same.
“It’s your birthday today James, so I’m going to give you some time alone with my wife eh . Where to find a brother like this man ? hahaha” Tom laughed heartily as he shut the door behind him.
James touched the face of the clone in front of him and her eyes closed.
The clones have been primed and programmed for one main purpose.
The hormones inside the fake Wen is now raging like a storm churning up a rough sea. She’s primed and ready to mate.
There are no needs for protection, James could feel his erection getting harder as the thought of entering Wen raw sinks into his head.
“Hi.” Wen said with a sweet voice.
James sat down on the bed beside Wen and he kissed her.
Wen may be a clone but she felt every bit like the real thing. This is the wonder of impossible meat.
James’ trembling hand went to Wen’s breast. Her tender and firm tits felt so good in his molded palms.
Wen smiled and bit her lips in a silly manner, reminding James of the time he first made out with his high school sweetheart.
With his erection pushing painfully against his pants, James stripped himself and reveal his throbbing manhood.
Wen gasped and looked away, embarrassed by how forthright he is.
Holding Wen’s chin, James went in for another long passionate kiss. One where their tongues were entangled while they drank from each other’s mouth.
Wen was panting and gasping for air by the time James was done.
As Wen took his manhood into his mouth, James groaned loudly in the room as he looked up into the sterile white ceiling.
Smiling to himself as he enjoyed the warmth of Wen’s mouth sucking and servicing his manhood, James looked at the woman he has masturbated to frequently.
It may be his birthday, but James knew it’s not that simple with Tom.
You see, James, works at the impossible meat facility that clones and supplies these women. Tom, on the other hand works for the major investor that finances the facility’s operations.
And James knew Tom wanted something far more sinister than sex and carnal pleasures.
Tom, wants to replace his wife Wen with a clone, because Wen is cheating on him. He wants to find a way to do a switch, thereby enabling a legal disposal of his cheating wife.
“arnghhh..arnghhh” James moaned as Wen’s tongue assaulted his pee hole, rimming and prodding his sensitive region with the relentless flick of her tongue.
Wen stopped sucking on James and moved to the center of the bed in an inviting manner.
James got onto the bed and straddled the fake Wen as her hands reached for his neck.
When they lips met again, James had a sinister thought of his own as he fondled the life like breasts of the clone.
Why dispose off the real Wen, if he can keep her imprisoned here for his own pleasure?
Besides, having sex with the real Wen while she tries to convince him she is not a clone might be……interesting.
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James has helped his buddy Adrian get out of countless relationships before, but this time, they have finally met their match.
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James poured the bottle of wine into a decanter before bringing it over to the living room. He hummed a melody that was stuck in his head as he prepared a small platter of cheese and cured meats.
It had been a tiring week for him at work and he was looking to catch up on some movies and chill that Friday night.
Before he could sit his ass down on the sofa, his phone rang.
“Yo brother!….”
Adrian’s chirpy voice almost made James groan.
“What the fuck do you want?” He asked.
“Our usual arrangement la…. It’s time for me to ditch another girl, hahaha.”
“I was looking forward to chill tonight leh…” James lamented.
“Just a quick one la. You know these girls… once they see the shit, they’ll bolt.”
“Ok lah, ok lah, how long?” James asked.
Adrian told him he would be arriving back home in an hour.
While the two were not related by blood, they were neighbours and good friends since secondary school. The arrangement here referred to their ploy at helping each other getting out of committing to a relationship.
James unlocked Adrian’s apartment with his passcode and went to the storeroom. He brought out the wheelchair and laid some supplies around in the guest room. He removed the cloth covering the shelf that was stocked full of adult diapers, wet wipes, various creams and medicine. From the drawer he took out some of his photos and placed them on the room desk. Going around Adrian’s place, he left subtle clues around the living and dining area.
After he was done, he sighed and stripped himself. Pulling on an adult diaper and changing into some old clothes, James set out for another evening of acting like a disabled brother to Adrian.
Adrian and James, they were both players. That was perhaps the best description you could use for them. While they actively chased girls for sexual relationships, they had no plans on remaining committed for long.
Once they felt that the girls were getting clingy with the hopes of starting something long term, they would quickly implement the plan they had perfected over the years.
Enter the introduction of the disabled brother.
A sad, sob story about the male lead who on top of managing his career and life, had to take care of his disabled brother.
James sat in front of the TV at Adrian’s place and waited as he forced himself to drink plenty of water. As bizarre as it seemed, peeing himself on the wheelchair and demanding a change of diapers did the trick for many girls.
No one in their right mind would want to marry into a family saddled with such responsibilities.
James heard the door opening and he got ready for a night of playacting. If all went well, the girl would be gone in an hour and he could go back to his Friday evening chill at home.
“And…. this is my place…” Adrian said. “James…. James…. how are you….? I want you to meet my friend Olivia.”
“Erghhhhh… erghhhhhh… erghhhhh!”
James pretended to groan and mumble while having a dazed look on his face.
“I’m sorry I took so long…. They took a while to serve the desserts….” Adrian said as he brought Olivia in front of James.
Olivia was a pretty babe. Her hourglass figure showed clearly under her tight bodycon dress. Her hair was done up nicely with subtle curls and there was an air of sophistication around her.
“Hi James…” Olivia said as she lowered herself a notch, bringing herself down to James’s eye level.
That position parked her ample tits in front of James’s face and he groaned again as blood was sent rushing to his groin when Olivia gave him a good view of her assets.
“Ernghhhhh!”
“He’s been wheelchair bound since 5 years ago… Been degenerating ever since… I can barely understand him sometimes…” Adrian said mournfully.
“Oh dear… poor thing…”
“Yeah… but well… he’s my brother…“ Adrian said while giving James a hug from behind, the que for him to start peeing.
“Ernghhhhhh!” James groaned and peed into his diaper while pretending to throw a tantrum. “Arghhhh.. arghhh!”
“What is wrong with him? Is he ok…?” Olivia asked with concern.
“I think his diaper is wet… I’ll need to change him…”
“He’s wearing diapers…?“ Olivia asked.
“Yeah… bowel movements are a bit… messy…. I mean… sigh…” Adrian said in a sad manner.
He portrayed this as one of the reasons why he chose to remain single. Throughout the ditching process, he would drop subtle hints that whoever decided to stick with him would have to help take care of James.
“Even pooping?“ Olivia asked.
“Yeah… that’s what diapers are for…”
“Poor thing… James must have been through a lot.” Olivia said.
She lowered herself again to eye level with James. Her hands touched James’s palms and that reassuring touch sent electricity into James’s body.
With her kneeling in front of him, James’s erection only got harder as he could not tear his eyes away from her full and supple breasts.
“He must feel so lonely and terrible when you are at work.” Olivia said.
“Sigh…. what to do…? We try to manage…” Adrian said, wondering when Olivia would throw in the towel and leave.
“Come. Let me help you change his diaper.” Olivia offered.
“WHAT!” Adrian exclaimed in shock.
No one had ever offered to do something like that before. In fact, every time when it came to the changing of diapers, the two guys would go inside the room, lock the door and whoever was playing the disabled brother would just change out on his own.
No woman had ever offered to help.
“What’s wrong…?” Olivia asked, with her big innocent eyes looking at Adrian.
“Ernghhhhhh!” James groaned and he hoped his buddy would understand what he was saying. His groan literally translated to: ‘Find a way to get out of this fucking mess.’
“It’s ok… I… erm… I can manage…” Adrian stammered but Olivia was already wheeling James into his room.
“You know what Adrian…. You’re tired… Why don’t you go take a shower…? Let me do this…” Olivia offered.
“No… no.. no! Olivia… no…. wait…”
“It’s ok Adrian… It’s really ok.”
Everything happened so fast that neither man had the time to react.
Before James knew it, the room door was shut and locked with Adrian pounding on the outside of the door.
“Olivia…. Olivia!”
“Go and take a shower Adrian… Trust me… I can do this…” She said.
James was trying hard not to tremble as Olivia slid the armrest of the wheelchair to one side.
“Ergnhhhhhh!” James groaned when Olivia pulled him forward such that he was resting on her body, then in a well-practiced move, she transferred him to the bed which was the same height as the wheelchair seat.
Laying James down, Olivia took a diaper from the shelf. James watched in panic as he tried to keep up his act.
Olivia tore the elastic sideband of his adult pull-up and James could smell his own pee. His erection sprung up in all its glory and he groaned again to hide his embarrassment.
“Ohhhh…”
Olivia smiled as she looked at James’s throbbing dick.
“You must really like me…” Olivia said with a warm smile.
James thought Olivia would quickly clean him up, slap a fresh diaper on him and then move on. But he could not be more wrong.
There was something off about the way Olivia was looking at him.
What Adrian and he were doing was sick. It was a sick disgusting trick that they pulled off countless times to many unsuspecting girls. However, this time round it seemed like they had met their match.
Olivia looked towards the door where Adrian was still knocking and told him to go take a shower.
“Don’t worry Adrian… go shower… I’ll take good care of James…” She said with an eerie smile on her face.
The pounding on the door stopped. It was all up to James now.
James tried to force himself to pee and make a mess to scare Olivia off but when Olivia grabbed onto the shaft of his erection as his butt still rested on the soiled diaper, James stopped breathing for a few seconds.
Olivia put a finger to her lips while she looked at James.
“Shhhhhhhhh…..” Olivia whispered. “I know why you are always throwing tantrums…. Let me help you…”
Before James could say ‘what the fuck’ in his head, Olivia started stroking James’s erection.
“Don’t worry James… Even when I become Adrian’s wife…. I will still take good care of you…… Ok…?”
“ERgnhhhhhh!”
James trembled and groaned, his eyes widening in disbelief when Olivia lowered her dress, slipping out one of her breasts to show James as she played with her own nipple.
While enjoying the free and unexpected handjob, James knew deep down that it was not going to be easy getting rid of Olivia.
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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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James finally came clean with his wife about his fetish. He never expected her to agree to help him fulfil it. Samantha comes from a good school, the best of the best. James wants to see her have sex with someone she will not even give a passing glance on the street. A low SES Ah beng.
Join James as he satisfy his cuckold fetish as he witness someone from a lower social status engaging with his trophy wife through submission, dominance and humiliation.
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James kept playing with his knuckles as he tries to compose himself in front of his wife Samantha. He has something to say to her but the words do not come easy.
Samantha : dear you ok? you seemed a bit off today.
James : Yeah, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about. It’s just that… it’s not easy
Samantha set her cup down, concern etching lines on her face.
Samantha : It’s ok dear, just say what you have in mind.
James : It’s something I’ve kept hidden for a long time, Samantha. I’ve always struggled with it, but I think it’s time I share it with you
Samantha : oh. What is it? It’s ok you can tell me. Whatever it is, we can face it together. We’re husband and wife remember ?
James : It’s just… it’s about a fetish I have.
Samantha’s eyebrows furrowed in surprise, and she leaned in closer, her voice gentle but inquisitive.
Samantha : A fetish? What kind of fetish are you talking about?
James struggled to find the right words, his fingers nervously tracing patterns on the tabletop.
James :It’s a cuckold fetish, Samantha
Her eyes widened slightly, processing the unexpected revelation.
Samantha : Cuckold fetish?
she repeated, trying to understand what he meant.
Samantha : you mean…you mean you want me to sleep with another man?
James : Yes, but please, let me explain. It’s not what you might think.
James took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving his beautiful wife.
James : For me, it’s not about the physical aspect of it. It’s more about the emotional and psychological side. It’s about the vulnerability, the excitement of seeing you experience pleasure and desire, even if it’s with someone else. It’s like… a deep, complex mix of emotions.
Samantha : i…i…
James : I’m sorry to lay this on you so abruptly but i’m on the brink of my sanity. I have to share this with you, i have to tell someone about my fetish. I can’t keep bottling this up inside me.
Samantha’s eyes softened with understanding. She reached out and placed her hand on his again, this time with a comforting grip.
Samantha : Dear…i…
James : I’m sorry, i…i just…it’s so hard for me to come out to you like this. i wasn’t thinking straight. i…
Samantha : dear…I appreciate you sharing this with me. I can see that this is about feelings and emotions for you, not just physical acts. It’s a part of who you are.
James : you can?
Samantha nodded with a smile.
James : It’s not something I can control, but it’s something I’ve never been able to talk about. and it’s killing me every time we get intimate. I..i just keep thinking about it…
Samantha : everyone has their own desires and fantasies. We all have layers to our sexuality. What matters is our connection and communication.
James : I was so afraid this would change everything between us if i tell you.
Samantha : No, Dear. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. We’re in this together, and we’ll figure out how to navigate this aspect of our relationship. I love you James…i married you…
James held onto his wife dearly and kissed her on her forehead.
James : I’m sorry dear. i know it;s not normal. it’s not normal for a man to think of something like this but…
Samantha : It’s ok dear. there’s no right and wrong to fetishes. We can work our way through this, i rather you share this with me that keep it bottled up inside.
As they continued to talk, James shared more about his feelings and experiences, always keeping the conversation focused on the emotional and psychological aspects. Samantha listened attentively, asking questions to gain a deeper understanding of his perspective.
Samantha : Maybe…We can explore what this means for us and how to maintain our connection while respecting boundaries.
James felt his heart skip a beat as he look at his beautiful wife biting her lips and blushing on her cheeks.
James : What? are you serious?
Samantha took a deep breath and then held James’ hands in hers.
Samantha : I know you are trying very hard to use nice words, but i know you James. I know those are not the words to convey what you really want… why don’t you tell me in plain vanilla English. What is your fetish, and how do you think we can satisfy it?
James trembled a little but with the reassuring look his wife gave him, he decided to let it all out.
James : I want to dress you up…in a nice pink lingerie…
Samantha : And…
James : black undies, thigh high stockings…garter belt…
Samantha : And…
James : I want to warp you up like a nice little present…arnghhh
James could feel the raging hardon in his pants as the images he verbalised started conjuring in his mind.
Samantha : and?
James : Then i want to tie you up…wrist…ankles…arnghhh
Samantha touched James’ erection through his pants and patted it like she was trying to calm down an excited dog.
Samantha asked James to continue, dropping her voice to a low whisper as if they were sharing some dark secret.
Samantha : And?
James : and i want to see another man touch you…
Samantha : Just touch ?
James : arnghhhh…arghhhh!
Samantha : You sure it’s just touching?
James: No….I need to witness him ravage you mercilessly. I need to see his power driving into your body as you succumb to the pleasure that it brings. I want to hear your cries of ecstasy as he thrusts deeper, each time pushing you closer to the edge until you finally erupt in a wave of pure euphoria!
James panted breathlessly as he tried to regulate his excitement, arousal and heartbeat all at the same time.
Samantha lean back and away from her husband, her hands letting go of his.
James : I…
Before James could say what he wanted, Samantha already gave him her reply.
Samantha : Let’s do it…
James : What?
Samantha touched her husband on his cheek tenderly before kissing him on his lips. She repeated what she just said for James in a whisper right beside his cheek she was holding.
Samantha : Let’s do it…
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James caught up with a friend who friendzoned him many years back. Now that he is successful and has gotten ahead in life, she wants another shot. James however, has other ideas. Follow James as he employs his bag of tricks and deception, while messing with another guy who is Lydia’s current BFF.
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I was walking along the row of restaurants at Holland Village when i heard someone call my name.
Lydia : James!
Turning my head, i saw a familiar face that brought back many memories. Lydia waved to me eagerly and literally bounced across the street over to where i was.
Lydia : Hey how are you man?
James : Yo Lydia. Long time no see.
I met Lydia when we were in University and i actively pursued her back then. We were close, we did everything couples do. We go for meals, watch movies, on occasions, Lydia will link arms with me for a few seconds but we are not an item. She considers me a friend, a close friend.
James : does this mean we are…
I will ask the same thing everytime Lydia link arms with me like some sad, desperate man. Her answer will always be the same.
Lydia : I only see you as my good friend James, my best friend, my BFF. I hope we can always stay this way!
Yes, i’ve been friendzoned simply because i was too nice. I’m always so accommodating, listening to her complaints about other men going after her and giving her sound advice. I was always there when she called, my friends gave me the nickname of ‘a spare tire’.
You know what sucks?
When i see Lydia getting into a relationship with another guy, and then she had the cheek to come and tell me everything about them. What they did, where they went, basically bitch about everything she is not happy about while commenting that i know her best.
How do you think i felt as i listen to her talk about her relationship when i have feelings for her?
I was young then, unfamiliar with the ways of adulthood but eventually i learnt. I eventually wised up to the idea that Lydia will never be mine. I will never be good enough for her and it’s time to move on. I took the opportunity to cut off contact when i accepted an overseas posting for a year. It’s not a long period, but long enough for me to cut her out.
Lydia tried to get in touch with me but i refused to return her emails and i do not have any social media accounts. Eventually she stopped.
I moved on and i thought i will never see her again but i never expect to see her along the street.
It’s been more than 10 years and i’m no longer the 24 year old kid fresh out of University. I’m 35 and you could say i’m about to hit the prime of my life.
Lydia : Where did you go man? you just like disappeared, you never even attend any of the class gatherings.
James : i was overseas for a while and took me a while to adjust. Really busy period for me back then. How are you?
Lydia : Still the same … passing days haha…
I walked towards the carpark and Lydia just fell in step beside me, trying to catch up the lost years between us.
Lydia : so you happily married now?
She asked while sneaking a quick look at my ring finger only to see it empty.
James : No not yet…but i’m dating.
Lydia : Oh ? girlfriend? i bet she must be hot haha…
James : Not exactly girlfriend, am seeing a few girls to see which one works.
Lydia : Wow…steady la James. haha.
Arriving at the carpark, I asked Lydia if she is still staying at Clementi.
Lydia : Yeah…same place…no progress…haha
James : I’ll give you a lift …
Lydia : Really? i won’t turn you down since we are BFF back then ya haha…
Lydia’s eyes lit up when she saw me open the door to the white Tesla. She commented that she has never been in one and was in awe that the airconditioning is already switched on.
Lydia : Wow James…you are really doing pretty well ah. COE is so expensive now …
James: ok la. just passing days.
I asked if Lydia mind that i make a quick detour to my place to drop off some food for my helper.
Lydia : Wow. you are so nice to even buy food for her.
James : Nah, just a simple takeaway. so she no need to cook.
When Lydia watched me turn into the landed property at old Holland road, she just stared at me with her mouth open.
Lydia : What the hell James? such a big place and you are living in it alone?
James : 3 storey with attic and a basement, yeah it’s a bit big but the smallest i could find around her. I like the location, it’s near to Bouna vista where i work.
Lydia : wow…
James : Next time maybe can come over my place for a gathering. Are you still in contact with the rest of the classmates.
The door opened and my helper Sui, came out to pick up her food.
Lydia : That one is your helper? oh my god. Are you kidding me?
Sui is from Myanmar and she actually has a university degree but was forced to take up the role of a domestic helper due to family circumstances. Sui is really fair and at once glance, many mistook her as my sister or even my girlfriend. She falsely declared her age but the agent still got her into Singapore. It was a bait and switch trick by the maid agency, showing me the picture of one while giving me another.
At 1.6m all, Sui has shoulder length hair and a good perky bum. Her full B cup tits pushed against the singlets i bought for her because i ordered them a size smaller.
Sui was practically a scared young adult who started working for me when she was only 19, but i got through to her. I showed her care and concern, i gave her stuff that other employers will not. And you do not need to be a genius to guess that Sui does more than household work in my place.
Lydia : Bullshit James…i don’t believe you…
I wind down the window and Sui came over to pick up her food.
Sui : Sir…the dry cleaning came back, but got missing clothes.
James : I’ll call them.
Sui : Sir, this Sunday my sister off day, can i have off day too?
James : yeah sure go ahead. Sui there’s a bag of gym clothes at the back.
Sui opened the back door of my model Y and took out the gym bag along with my boxing gloves and shin guard, adding that she will air them in the yard.
She even said hi to Lydia, asking if she is coming into the house, if so, she will make a pot of tea.
James : No not today Sui, i’m just dropping her off.
Sui smiled, gave a slight bow as i backed the car out of my driveway.
From the corner of my eye, i could see Lydia eyeing me. We were BFF once, i know how she thinks. I know everything about her. I could practically see how her mind works.
We exchanged numbers and i made the gentlemanly gesture of walking her up to her place, something i’ve done countless times before when we were in our early twenties.
Lydia walked on ahead and called her mother out.
Lydia : Ma. still recognise him? It’s James!
James : Hi Auntie…
I greeted the woman who once received me warmly and commented that i’m so much better than the others Lydia was dating.
After a bit of casual chat, i turned to leave and i heard Lydia calling out to me.
At 33, in a rut in her career, with no relationship and chancing upon a good catch, i could see where this is going when Lydia called me back.
Lydia : Hey James…if you are free, we can grab dinner sometimes…i work in Jurong, quite near your workplace. We can you know…sort of reconnect and catch up on the lost years. Maybe do some stuff together.
I smiled.
James : sure…
I walked away, leaving Lydia with a smile on her face. Oh i want to reconnect, but not in a way Lydia expects.
There is so much i want to do to her. i loved her, and i hated her. Do you know how it feels to love someone and watch her go out with another? Do you know how it feels to see pictures of her going for staycation with other guys when i have a deep crush for her?
I want to do stuff to her, i want to do a lot of things to her.
Things that are too obscene to be put into words.
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James discovers a troubling side gig his wife has going on. The more he digs, the deeper he falls into the rabbit hole. Can you accept your wife selling her worn clothes to other perverts? Just as James come to terms with what he can accept, he finds out something darker. His wife Sarah, is selling more than her worn gym gear.
James followed Sarah and saw her being used as a tool for foreplay on a gym ball, to being forced upon in a commercial kitchen, but there seems to be more than meets the eye as everything unraveled.
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If you like fitness babes and have been scrolling through enough feeds and contents with pretty girls at the gym, i’m sure you have come across my wife Sarah.
With her petite figure and infectious smile, she captivated those around her effortlessly. She exuded a kind of magnetic energy that made it impossible not to take notice. Her body was tight and toned – her sculpted arms were the envy of many and her waistline made it possible for her to pick out anything in size S and make it look good like it was made for her.
What also made Sarah stand out was her curves in all the right places. Her hips were full yet toned, giving her a classic hourglass figure that every woman envies, but the real showstopper were those long, shapely legs.
The crown jewel of Sarah’s body is undoubtedly her breasts which sit high – a perfect B cup with just enough cleavage to tantalize without compromising any beauty or elegance. She worked out at the gym regularly, creating content for her tik tok channel which now has close to 10000 followers.
Thankfully, she did not develop any thunder thighs that some girls did. There is this invisible line when it comes to sculpting your body that once crossed, simply makes you unappealing to the majority of men.
Being visual creatures, we prefer women who have toned physiques without sacrificing their femininity by building overly large muscles that aren’t necessary.
Sarah has managed to accomplish it all. Her tik tok channel mostly consist of female followers, but i knew there are a growing number of men. Men who have taking an interest to see her work out while clad in tight leggings and sports bra. A bonus perhaps for the male viewers is that she likes light coloured leggings, with white dominating most of her wardrobe.
Sometimes, shadows at certain angles do play tricks on one’s eye. However, every content creators knows it is exactly contents like this that will bait clicks and followers. Thirst trap as they call it.
Base on the number of likes and hits on her video, i can pretty much tell what contents the men are after. They want to hear her pant, see her perspire and to hit the like button when she smiled with droplets of perspiration rolling down her collarbone into her cleavage.
The content creation is just a side gig for Sarah and i know it’s a hobby of sort, so i don’t really bother keeping track. With her body in such a perfect condition, what more can i complain of as a husband? She does get the occasional endorsement for products but mostly small gigs.
Sex is amazing with her and i’m the envy of all my friends. What the faceless men fantasised about online, i get to do it for real with Sarah.
We live in a nice cosy 4 room flat in Bedok, both of us hold professional jobs. Money is not an issue, we don’t like pets, no plans for children and neither one of us could drive. We only travel once a year, we’re really comfortable with what we have.
I went about my daily life, not expecting any big changes, until something happened that totally surprised me. That was the day I discovered the thing that had me completely perplexed.
While chasing a stray lizard to the shoe cabinet with a rolled up newspaper, i accidentally stumbled onto a wrapped package. It had no labels or anything on it. Curious, i tore the brown wrapper and saw a ziplock bag. I carefully unwrapped it, revealing a pair of black workout leggings.
Sarah has plenty of leggings and tights like this, but why would this be in the shoe cabinet tuck in between her shoe boxes and heels?
I left the item on the table and waited for her to come home. When Sarah stepped through the door in a white singlet, grey cotton shorts, and flip flops, i said a silent prayer of thanks that i have her as my wife. Her hair is still damp from her post gym shower and i could see the healthy glean on her skin from the lotion she applied. The sight of her immediately gave me a hardon.
James: Dear. why is there a pair of tights in the shoe cabinet?
She saw the leggings and the unwrapped bag and i caught that surprised pause. She’s my wife, i know her like the back of my hand, i could tell right away if something is up.
Sarah :Oh…that…
She hesitated for a moment before adding that the size is wrong, and she was about to send it back for a refund.
James: Oh…sorry i unwrapped it. Didn’t know what it is…
Sarah : It’s ok…i’ll just wrap it again later.
My wife took the tights off the table and as i stared at my laptop screen, i had this weird feeling that something is off.
I went to the kitchen and opened the drawer where we keep our ziplock bags. You see, Sarah and i seldom cook, and we don’t keep left overs. The only time we use ziplock bags are when we travel. I looked into the drawer and realised that all our ziplock bags are gone. Not a single one is left, only the empty box that held the bag remains.
Returning to the living room, i looked at my wife’s bag she left on the chair. I could hear her talking to her mother on the phone in the room and i decided to do something i never did before. I went through the contents of her bag and found a white slip of paper. A receipt for a registered mail package that was just sent by the postal office opposite our place 15 minutes ago.
She was supposed to be at the gym, i never hear her mention anything about heading to the post office. It’s been ages since we sent anything via mail too. I told myself perhaps it was one of those refund for wrong sizes she bought online but something inside my gut told me things are not that simple.
My attention went to her gym bag and i unzipped is carefully. Going through her clothes, i found the dress and heels she wore to work that morning.
Yes. Dress and heels.
Only, Dress and heels.
I closed the bag and my mind began working out the possible reasons why her workout clothes, sports bra, leggings, socks, shoes and the lingerie she wore to work that day is missing.
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