James’ girlfriend Liwen, has a secret arrangement with her netball coach. She wants out, and she realises has to pay the price for wanting to leave. She shares her woes with her boyfriend, not realising that not only is her boyfriend not upset, instead, he wants to watch her have sex with her netball coach.
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I’ve always had a thing for Netball girls growing up. Looking at them in their short skirts or FBTs showing off their long legs gave my mind plenty of materials for wandering.
It’s not so much the sport itself, I don’t care about the sport. Somehow, there is something about the girls that play netball that arouses me.
I love how their long tanned legs disappear into those lovely shoes and socks. Looking at them with their sports bag, their balls, their hair tied up in a bun or high ponytail gets me excited.
Perhaps it’s how toned and healthy they looked compared to other classmates who chose to shy away from the sun.
I knew I want my future girlfriend to be from a netball team, and I made a conscious effort to get to know them. I tried when I was in secondary school but maybe it was because of my geeky look, they didn’t seem interested in me.
So I forced myself to change. I started working out, I started going to the gym, forcing myself to develop a more sporty persona, and it worked.
I got to know my girlfriend Liwen in Junior college and lo and behold, she is from the netball team. It was a dream come true and my girlfriend had all the qualities and prerequisites I wanted.
She’s pretty, outgoing, has a pair of nice legs and she loves the sport. At that age with raging hormones and all, we literally head to each other’s house after school to fuck our brains out.
I love sex, and so did Liwen. We were envied as a couple in junior college, many people say we are a match made for each other.
And the best part, I get to live out all my fantasy with a netball girl with Liwen. I could write up a whole list. Having sex with her after a practice session when she is still perspiring in her sports bra, singlet and FBT shorts, or doing it with her still wearing her netball bib, or even making out in the staircase.
The best blowjob I had was seeing her on her knees at the staircase of her condo. The top view down of her netball singlet plastered against her perspiration soaked body while she blew me made me finish in less than two minutes.
And if I get to doggy her in her netball skirt outdoors while licking her stale sweat from behind her ears, I am literally a minute man. I could finish in less than a minute because the mental arousal forced the physical part out despite me trying to control myself.
I was on top of the world and after graduating from Junior college, Liwen went to NUS while I enlisted in the army.
I planned to enroll in the same course as her after I’m done with national service. We planned to go travelling together, and by all measures, it’s was like we were sure we are going to apply for a flat and get married in a few years time.
Then something happened.
It was a Saturday and I just booked out from camp. I went over to Liwen’s place and her parents are overseas. She cooked a simple pasta dinner and said she has something to tell me.
I had this foreboding feeling in my heart, half expecting that she is going to break up with me.
James : What is it?
Liwen : It’s about Kelvin…you know…my netball coach…back in Junior college…
James : Yeah…what about him?
Liwen sighed and I could see her trying to compose herself before letting the cat out of the bag.
Liwen : He’s my fuck buddy…
I dropped the fork full of pasta and I almost fell off my chair.
Liwen : Please let me explain James…
She told me that it started before we got together, and now that she is serious about settling down with me, she want to stop.
Liwen : But…Kelvin don’t want to stop…unless…and…he…he has…
James : He has what!
My girlfriend bit her lips before blurting out that Kelvin has a huge collection of her sex videos.
James : what…
I could not believe my ears. She never allowed me to take any photos or videos of us when we are intimate, now she tells me her former coach has 20 GB of them sitting in a hardisk.
Liwen : I have to strike a deal in order to get those back…
I was shaking in my chair by then, not only is my girlfriend cheating on me behind my back, she is about to tell me she needs to do it again. However, instead of getting angry or upset, I find myself nursing the hardest erection I can remember for a long time.
Somehow my fetish for a netball girlfriend suddenly changed like the flip of a switch.
Now, it became a fetish of my netball girlfriend having sex with another man.
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James’ sister in law is obsessed with leading the influencer life and doing photoshoots for some quick buck. One day, she asks James to accompany her for an overseas shoot. Sensing an opportunity to pull off something absurd and daring, James went for the kill. He wants his sister in law, and the family wants her to stop her influencer dream. What better way to kill two birds with one stone?
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My sister in law Huishan is the typical young adult these days that don’t believe in holding down a 9-5 office job. At 22 and armed with only a polytechnic Diploma, she lists her dream job as a travel blogger and social media influencer.
Huishan : I’ll work from anywhere around the world with just my laptop and a internet connection…. That is my dream…
Well who doesn’t ?
The thing is she isn’t exactly doing anything to try and realise her dream except just thinking about it.
She could at least keep a blog for a start, practise a bit of her writing with the frequent short trips she takes but no. It’s too much trouble according to her.
Huishan : why write about it when I don’t get paid right ?? besides, short trips to Bangkok….. hongkong… all these already very well documented …. Nobody wants to read one….
Her ideal kind of trip that she wants to write about is some exotic island getaway in a 5 star resort that is fully paid and sponsored. Somehow she doesn’t understand that if sponsors don’t even see a decent article or post of her covering short trips, how are they even going to consider sending her on further ones ?
Well Huishan is quite good looking, I would say definitely above average in terms of looks and figure but she is a bit lacking in the brains department. She’s too naïve and she believes everything people tells her.
The family lost count of the number of times she got scammed online for concert tickets and cheap phone deals.
Huishan is not exactly street smart, but she likes to think that she is.
She is constantly on her social media platforms responding to her group of followers and supporters. There was once she got hired for a small shop to model some accessories and bracelets.
The bragging went on for a whole month. It did not matter that the shop eventually only used photos of her hands, wrists and fingers. She herself went on to post on her Instagram the entire series of accessories that she was asked to do.
Instead of seeing the small bracelet on her wrist, I told my wife the people are probably checking out the amount of flesh she is revealing in her singlet that hardly covers her waist and the short and tight shorts she was wearing.
Let’s not forget the posed pointy leg position that makes you appear taller that you really are.
Still, she refused to give up on this dream of working from a laptop anywhere in the world.
She starts from small blog shop jobs, the occasional writeups that is full of grammar mistake until the first time she was asked to do a shoot.
A photoshoot that is.
The request, according to Huishan came from a long time follower of her Instagram profile. He is a amateur photographer and would like to take photos of Huishan.
Huishan : oh my god… I’m going to be a model !!… I’ve seen his work… really quite nice !!!
When she broke the news about this to the family, everyone objected.
From my in laws to my wife, everyone gave her a piece of their mind.
My wife Huiqi told Huishan that she is going to get raped halfway into the shoot.
Huiqi : you are out of your mind…. How can you be in a hotel room with a total stranger ?? and what ? let him take pictures of your body ?? are you mad ?
Huishan : what’s wrong ?? it’s totally safe… this is Singapore…. What can happen ?? besides, I know his face… his Instagram profile got a lot of nice photos even though he is not professional …
The bickering went on over dinner and I chose to shut myself out.
This kind of family squabbles is not for me.
I like Huishan yes, she’s a nice and cute sister in law and I do think about her body sometimes. You see, sister in laws are a special breed of creatures in my opinion.
It’s like a better version of your wife. The woman you married.
She could be younger, hotter, or prettier, with a better body, better legs, basically the forbidden fruit you lust for but unable to get.
Huishan’s body is one to die for.
In fact, I think I’ve seen quite of bit of her body. She walks around the house wearing either just her sports bra and her shorts that is barely covering her buttcheeks, or she wears single paired with her boyshort panty.
Somehow, no matter what she wears, it’s always paired with a lingerie of some sort.
The first time I saw that I was shock but she did not think it was inappropriate to be wearing that at home. Besides, that is exactly what my wife wears when she is back from work anyway.
Walking past Huishan’s room also allowed me to see a lot of funny and interesting stuff especially as to what she is doing.
She would deliberately arrange some of her more expensive and seductive lingerie hanging from her laundry basket that will be visible from the mirror’s reflection. Then she would spend like 10 minutes trying to take some fresh out of bed picture of herself before posting it online.
When I checked the posting, I was not surprised to see her carefully curated stuff appearing in the mirror together with her face looking as if she just crawled out of bed.
As expected, the comments will have someone commenting about her lacy lingerie, asking where did she go the night before.
Huishan would reply with a emoicon of a figure sticking out it’s tongue, suggesting she had a fun night out.
If only they knew she was watching Netflix with my account on her laptop and snacking on the chips I bought.
Anyway, with the entire family objecting to the photoshoot, Huishan turned to the only person left, that is me.
Not in front of the family of course, privately that is.
Huishan : psst… James…. I need to talk to you…
James: oh… no no… no… please leave me out of this…. I’m not supporting your photoshoot thingy as well… your sister will kill me in my sleep…
Huishan : aiyah.. why you like that?? … I need to talk to you…about something else…
James: yes… how much you want to borrow this time…
I lost count of the times she borrowed money from me.
20 bucks here, 30 bucks there.
She promised to return them to me of course, claiming she kept a detailed ledger.
I knew I was never getting my money back, even my wife wanted me to stop lending money to her.
I helped myself to her basket of worn clothes every now and then. Her basket is always full and it’s not hard to find a panty or 2 that is well infused with her natural scent.
Her bralets and singlets as well, all these made very good masturbating materials when I fell the urge.
I’ll just take these as payments for my loan.
The short satisfaction of unloading on her worn panty and bra is the only payback I could get from the loans I gave her. The musky and sweet scent of her virgin pussy can be addictive at times.
Yes, I know she’s a virgin. My wife told me so.
The funny thing is she likes to portray an image of her being a party animal. That’s she’s quite happening so to speak.
Young people are really weird these days.
James : I’m not lending you anymore money….
Huishan : no la… I don’t need to borrow money from you this time round…
James: oh… then ??
She wanted me to accompany her for the photoshoot.
James: what !
Huishan : shhhhh!!! Not so loud la… keep quiet….
James: No… no… your sister will never allow this…
Huishan : you don’t say… I don’t say.. who will know ??
I wanted to walk away from this but she held onto my arm , shaking like a spoilt brat.
Huishan : please la James… come on… just accompany me to the shoot…. I’ll feel safer in the hotel room… you also don’t want anything to happen to me right ?
James: ermm…. I don’t know,… I don’t want to get involved in this…. i..
Huishan : please James… you are my favourite brother in law… !!
James: errr… I’m your only brother in law…
Huishan : that’s why I said you are my favourite.. !! haha… please… please…
James: ok.. ok… whatever… just once ok ??
You see. The thing with is, it’s never just once.
The first shoot I went with Huishan is in her casual home clothes.
Then came the corporate wear.
Then it became weird, like some sailormoon cosplay in the hotel room.
Still, I went along, partly because I’ve grown a little more interested in the sexy and slut like poses my sister in law struck when she was having her photo taken.
I could tell she likes the attention.
She liked the idea that her body is turning the photographer on but he is unable to do anything because I’m there.
She would introduce me as her friend and she turns down any request that don’t allow my presence.
Pretty smart of her.
Still, the requests kept coming.
She did her first swimsuit shoot and I had to adjust my erection a few times seeing how her legs and breast were positioned. I also noticed a wet patch near her privates after a lingerie shoot once.
The photographer shot with a raging hardon throughout the session. His obvious displeasure of me being around was written all over his face but once Huishan changed out of the lingerie that is soaked with her juices for him, he is all smiles when he paid her.
This went on for half a year or so, everything happening right under the family’s noses.
The pictures went online of course and when questioned, Huishan came up with another of her smart ass reply.
Huishan : don’t worry. …. I only work with female photographers…. All female crew… so don’t worry about it….
Yeah right.
Full female crew my foot.
Still, she kept her promise of paying me back the money she borrowed, but the greatest takeaway was a feast for my senses.
Huishan would also share with me sordid details like her seeing the photographer’s erection, or him swallowing his saliva when she did something sexy.
I would roll my eyes and pretend I’m not interested when in actual fact I was trying to control the pain of my cock pushing against my underwear.
I don’t know if it was the fact that I was present that gives her such confidence to pose in such a slut like manner.
The pouting of her lips, the perking of her backside. The way she touched her own private with her fingers.
Anyone with a penis would want to fuck her if they see Huishan in that position. I seriously doubt she would do things like that alone in a room with the photographer if I was not around.
She will definitely get raped.
As I looked on, Huishan posed with a silk bathroom sliding halfway down her smoother shoulder and turning her head at an angle letting the sun hit her face, I was struck by an idea.
An idea so evil, yet so tempting.
What if.
What if I planned a shoot for her ?
What if I planned her one that she will never forget ?
The more I think about it, the harder my cock gets.
I felt the sudden leak in precum when I pictured it happening in my head.
What if I could plan it all, and still get away with it ?
I could have my sister in law. I could have her and still have the photos, the video and the memories of me having her to last me a lifetime while playing the role of the good guy.
Photographer : ok we’re done… can we do the school uniform shoot now ??
Huishan : ok sure…
I watched my sister in law get changed into a set of uniforms prepared by the photographer and tie up her hair.
She slipped on her shoes and got ready to pose again.
As she crossed her legs and rest her chin on the back of her hand, the flash of the camera kicked my brain into a frenzy.
The manner in which she sit on the chair reminded me of the class slut that all the boys would talk about. Everyone talked about stealing her sanitary pad during recess.
Everyone talked about stealing her worn t-shirt after PE class.
The discussion of the day back then was never far away from the style and colour of the bra the class slut is wearing.
Looking at my sister in law, I was suddenly transformed back to my school days. Looking at her perk up her butt, causing the hem of the dress to ride up so much that it was almost showing her panties, my cock throbbed excitedly in my pants.
I will plan it.
I will plan a shoot for her.
I will plan the last shoot Huishan will ever do.
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James was just keeping to himself but a group of girls decided to bully a loner like him. He tried to control himself but when all the right buttons are pushed, it wakes the sleeping monster inside him. The girls are about to find out what a quiet loner like him is capable of .
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James carried his food tray and scanned the crowded coffee shop for a seat. He found a dirty table tuck near a corner and made his way carefully towards it. The plate of mixed rice with three vegetable choices is his lunch for the day, and the free bowl of diluted corn soup is one of the reason why James always go back to the same stall for lunch.
He set his tray down and began to clean up the round table of it’s used dishes. The previous user did not get the memo about cleaning up and returning their trays after the meal.
James returned the trays and wiped the table down twice. He was about to take a 2nd bite of his food when three ladies approached him to ask if they could share his table.
Lisa : Hi, can we share this table?
Before James could answer, she already set her tray down and gestured to her friends to come over. Two other ladies clad in the same yoga tights and sports bra albeit in different colours put their food down on the table.
Lisa : thanks ya…
The girls shifted chairs around, dump their bags and took up more space then required, forcing James to squeeze his arms together while making space for the other diners.
Lynn : You only one person ?
Lynn asked as she pointed her fork at James
James nodded.
Lynn : Then why did you take such a big table…so inconsiderate…
Lydia : Tsk Lynn…stop it…
Lynn : I’m just being honest…One pax takes a table for 4, if everyone does this, there will be no seats in all the eateries right?
James remained silent, trying to concentrate on his lunch. He scooped a spoonful of rice and piled a few pieces of green leafy vegetables on it.
The girls looked at him and it was obvious they were gossiping about him.
They tried whispering, but at that proximity, James could hear every word. They started commenting on his clothes, the noticed the holes, the discolouration, even the chuckled at the faded logo.
Lynn : Do you work nearby? Haha
James looked up from his food and nodded.
Linda : oh? Which office do you work in?
Lynn : Yeah. Which bank or financial institution?
James never said anything but Lydia noticed the keychain on James’ bag that bore the name of a local bank.
Lydia : DAS bank? What do you do there?
Lynn : Tsk…can’t you tell? He works in the pantry…hahah…
The girls chuckled and when James brought out his own bottled water, all of them rolled their eyes.
Linda : It’s quite sad don’t you think? If you cannot afford to buy a drink from the coffeeshop.
Lynn : to be fair, the canned drinks here are not exactly cheap…but still, bottled water in that crumpled plastic…how many times have you reused it? Haha
James kept his silence and from his bag, brought out a loaf of bread he brought from home. The portion of rice could barely satisfy his hunger, and eating in town isn’t exactly cheap, so he had to supplement his meals with plain white bread everyday.
The girls burst out into elbow nudging chuckle while Lynn mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear that outside food are not allowed in the coffeeshop.
Right about then, a fourth lady appeared at the table. Dressed equally in a provocative white tights and sports bra, she hovered by the side of the table with the tray of food in hand while making gesturing jerks of her head at James.
It was obvious that they were trying to drive James away from the table.
Liwen : ahem…wow…you really know how to choose your seat man…sitting with 3 girls you don’t know…
James was aware of what the girls are doing but he maintained his silence and munched on his bread. Lynn did something unexpected out of the blue. She pushed the chair with James’ belongings on it away from the table, then she took the bottle of water he was drinking from and added it onto the exiled chair.
The 3 girls seated around the table giggled and stood up at the same time. The lifted the table and moved it slightly away from James, casting him out of the group like an outcast.
It didn’t help that the girls are giggling and they found it amusing at the same time.
Other tables turned and looked at them but they exclaimed loudly that James was the one intruding on them.
Lynn : We just want to eat alone, I’m sorry, please go to another table…
Linda : and you should probably work on your pick up line…
Lydia : and your dressing too…
Soon everyone around the coffee shop were casting looks of disapproval at James who was still munching his bread.
The 4 girls settled down around the table they muscled away from James, eating and chuckling at the stunt they pulled.
James stopped munching and looked at the four girls. His eyes traced the curves of their gym sculpted legs and their flat exposed tummies. His gaze lingered at the curves of their full breast held back tightly by the expensive sports bra.
He cocked his head to his side and his body twitched once while the side of his lips went crooked for a brief moment when he took in the white socks with thin black bands going around their ankles. The socks were pulled up 3 inches above their ankles on purpose, drawing more attention to their choice of footwear which also happens to be branded.
James stood up and as he walked passed the table of girls.
Lynn : Pssst…loser is going…hahha
Linda : haha…going to work the pantry of DAS bank probably…hahha
James cast the girls another look and their disapproving gaze fell onto him in a judgmental manner. Like he did not deserve to be in town because of the way he looked, the way he dressed, and the choice of his meals.
James caught a glimpse of a lanyard.
Lynn Chua Mei hui
Financial consultant
8233****
He made a mental note of all other details, from office address to email.
As he departed from the coffee shop, the twitching in his body became more pronounced. The crooked twitch on his lip gave way to a toothy grin as he turned around and looked at the table of girls.
He dialled Lynn’s number and she answered it within three rings.
James: Hi Lynn, this is James here, I got your contact from a friend, Mr Tan…I’m interested in getting some policies. Are you available for a chat later today?
Lynn : Oh hi James sure. I can meet today. Just let me know the place and time.
Lynn tried to recall exactly who Mr Tan was but she brushed it aside barely two seconds later. As long as there is a lead , she couldn’t give two fucks who recommended another sucker.
James gave Lynn the address and time. When he hung up, he could see her pulling fist down in midair as she bragged about snagging another lead to sell her shit to.
James’ head and body twitched again as he smiled towards Lynn’s direction.
It’s not his fault, he told himself.
They triggered him.
They made him do it…
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Singapore is a multi racial society and my best friend is an Indian. All is good but there’s just a small problem. My girlfriend doesn’t like him for the colour of his skin.
I want to make her like him, because there is nothing sexier than seeing her smooth pale body being pinned under the dark body of my best friend.
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My girlfriend Lynn is a racist. Even though she refused to admit it outright, I knew she had this underlying hate for Indians, something I could not understand.
I asked her why at least a million times but each time she was unable to give me a satisfying answer.
It got to the point I decided to stop engaging her on the subject.
Lynn is a hot part time model, she takes on only a handful of assignments a year, mostly IT shows as her brother is a distributor for some major brands. I was not bothered at all with her revealing some flesh, it’s all part of the job.
She on the other hand was pretty ok with people taking pictures of her, even at angles she knew was too low. Not that it actually matters since she wore safety shorts under her short skirts.
The irony is that on 1 hand she is find with sleazy uncles with giant cameras snapping away at her while she posed and pouted her lips, but once she spotted an indian, she would get irritated.
Her mood would change.
As if being captured by his camera was dirty.
Lynn’s legs are nice and toned, she was shortlisted for some commercial a while ago dealing with razors for women but it did not work out. Whenever Lynn went out with me in heels, her graceful stride would draw the looks of envious men.
You would surely think I am exaggerating but just a simple afternoon at starbucks with Lynn crossing her legs at the café would surely increase business by about 10% for that shop.
People came for coffee, but the first thing they looked at was Lynn’s legs.
As more pass by the shop, even those with no intention of having a cuppa would chose to sit down.
Seats around Lynn were always taken.
I’m not showing off, I know I’m lucky to have her, it’s just something that happened to us on such a regular basis and eventually I got used to it.
Lynn, on her own can be a cock tease as well. She knew she has a pair of amazing legs, and the body to match. Her facial features are pleasant and sweet, typical girl next door.
There is nothing more arousing than seeing her trying to cover her legs with a thin flimsy shawl as she sat back on a seat that was too low.
She knew she was risking a upskirt but Lynn still did it.
Something about the inner slut she once told me about.
Lynn : I’m prim and proper, but the slut inside me is not.
Lynne is someone you would take a 2nd look on the street until you realised the figure she had.
You would not just want to look at her.
A few tried to take photos, holding their phone at weird awkward angles, some walked by too many times.
Eventually if you look long enough, you would not be satisfied by looking, by sniping her upskirts or by stalking her around.
You would want to fuck her.
I’m not being crude.
Just spend some time observing her behaviour.
It’s like she was shouting to the whole world that she is hot, desirable but you can’t have her.
Messages and behaviour like this are a invitation for trouble. I told her thankfully she lives in Singapore.
James : You would be grabbed from the street, raped and dumped in the forest in some other countries.
Lynn : Really ? ….. would you be doing the raping ?…..hahaha….
A few of my friends openly admitted that Lynn was their favourite masturbation target.
My best friend literally drooled over her day and night, he would borrow my phone just to look at Lynn’s photo on Instagram and facebook.
Why not just add her then ?
I laughed every time I thought about it
Not because it was funny, it was fucking funny.
My best friend Jeremy, is my neighbour.
He stays 2 doors down the 3 room flat I grew up in with my family.
We went to the same kindergarten, got into the same primary.
Our PSLE results were just 2 marks apart and we landed in the same secondary school.
We chose different courses in poly though but it was still the same institution.
During festive periods, we would visit each other’s homes. I was always intrigued how Jeremy’s parents would draw intricate motifs on the floor in front of their homes without even a reference picture to look at.
The best curry fish head I ever tasted came from Jeremy’s mother.
His dad is a police officer, he constantly reminded us the dangers of drugs having come across so many cases in his work.
Jeremy on the other hand loved the cookies my mum baked for Chinese new year. We lost count of the times we passed each other home cooked dishes. We even have pots, pans and plates that belonged to each other lying around in the kitchen.
When we enlisted in the army, we were in the same platoon. He is not my buddy but we were tighter and closer than before.
Everytime we booked out from Changi, we got fitter, stronger and closer.
We were fearless, and I felt like I could conquer the world together.
Follies of our youths.
The only time we expressed fear was when we had to jump out of a plane.
The first time was still ok, we didn’t know what to expect.
It was when I looked up and saw holes in my chute that I started to feel a little uncertain.
I landed unceremoniously on the hard tarmac floor and saw Jeremy cursing as his chute.
His had more holes than mine.
When the time came for us to jump in the night, we were both shaking in the plane.
James : Bro….i…knn…..cannot la… my heart…. Going to stop already….
Jeremy : knn….i…. I also…. Fuck it… last one already….
We were given a gentle shove out the plane for the night jump, something we refused to admit till this day.
When we entered the workforce , we only manage to catch up on weekends.
And when Lynn came along into my life, it was only right I introduced her to Jeremy.
Not only is he my best friend, he is the only person I would go to war with should the need arises.
You would surely know by now Jeremy, my best friend, is an indian.
But what I did not know then was Lynn’s ultimate disdain for Jeremy.
Lynn made no attempt to hide her racism in front of Jeremy,that made things a little awkward.
What was amazing though, was the amount of interest Jeremy showed towards Lynn despite her cold shoulders…………….
I asked Jeremy over beer 1 Friday evening.
James : Do you like her ?
Jeremy : If not for you… I would go after her with everything I have…. Haha….
James : But you ah neh la…. She don’t like you. Haha…
Jeremy : Haha… what to do…. Although I’m sure I can do better than your Chinese sausage.
We laughed.
As we drained our 3rd bottle, I said something which came as a shock to Jeremy.
James: I think she’s cheating on me……
Jeremy : What ? no way….
I showed her a photo my friend sent me, of Lynn holding hands with someone I did not know.
Jeremy : No shit man…. Are you ok bro ? …..
He opened another bottle for me.
I nodded.
James : She was never wife material anyway….
Silence followed after that.
Jeremy : You breaking up with her ? …..
I nodded and I slowly turned to Jeremy…
James : Not before we have some fun…..
I raised my bottle to Jeremy and he raised his too.
James : Brothers….
Jeremy : brothers….
2 seconds later , Jeremy spoke.
Jeremy : I’m having an erection already….
I would have wanted to reply him but it felt weird as I too, because I was having an erection thinking about how Jeremy’s dark skin would look against the pureness of Lynn’s smooth snow like legs.
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James shares the secret behind his seemingly perfect marriage to a social media influencer. Behind the glitz of the sponsored weddings and jazz of having a beautiful wife every man faps to, there lies a dark secret.
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I am the envy of all my friends.
My life pretty much checks all the boxes of what a man should have in this day and age.
At 31, i’m doing reasonably well in my career in the civil service. I live in a condominium, I drive a nice continental car, I have money in the bank, in the stock market, I have a roof over my head.
Perhaps the epitome of my perfect life is my perfect marriage to my perfect wife Lisa.
Lisa too, checks all the boxes of a modern day woman with both beauty and brains.
She is a social media influencer, owns her own brands of skin care products, does the usual branding and stuff whatever it is influencer or key opinion leaders do.
I would say she’s probably one of the top 5 in the country when people talk about influential women under 35 in the social media world.
Lisa is slim with nice B cup breast. With a bit of effort tin her dressing and some help from a push up bra, you will be looking at a full C cup slapped on a slender S shape body that looks gorgeous and proportional in high heels.
Lisa turns heads everywhere she goes.
From the petrol kiosk attendants near our place to café staff, Lisa often captures the attention in the room. It’s partly because of her status as a mini celebrity of course.
Lisa and I had a pretty high profile wedding ceremony. I’m talking the whole shebang with a shitload of sponsored deals. Venue is sponsored, wedding dress and suit is sponsored, food and drinks are sponsored.
It’s almost as if everyone wants to sponsor something just to appear in her social media feed.
Surely you would think this is something to be happy about.
Who doesn’t like free stuff?
Especially when all you have to do is to take some pictures, give them a shout out and a mention in the virtual world.
I just went along with it, it’s not that I get a huge say over any of these trival matters anyway.
I love Lisa, I really do. She is my entire world. I will do anything for her.
Lisa on the other hand, she likes me.
She likes me as a friend, a confidant, a buddy, a companion.
Yes she likes me as a lover, sometimes.
Yes, I used the word sometimes.
On the surface, in front of everyone, we are the example of the perfect union.
Deep beneath however, we have a secret.
A secret that I swore to take to my death bed, because that is the only way Lisa will marry me.
That is the only way she will take the oath of marriage and live with me as husband and wife.
In the eyes of her family, the public and all her followers and sponsors at least.
I am the perfect, sweet and obedience husband every parent is proud to have. However to Lisa, I am not the kind of man she wants in the bedroom.
Yes, I said it.
I admitted it.
I know Lisa loves me. We sleep together at night in the same bed.
We have sex regularly too.
However, I know there is someone else Lisa really craves.
And that someone, is her boyfriend Fauzi.
Inter-racial marriage is nothing to be shy off in Singapore, but the union is something frown upon by both their families. On the surface, Lisa and Fauzi broke off within months of getting together but they secretly remained together.
Under the radar, right under everyone’s nose.
When I came into the picture, I know about Lisa and Fauzi. I thought I stand a chance with Lisa. After a while, even when I manage to secure a spot in Lisa’s heart, I know I will never be able to replace Fauzi.
And the only way Lisa is willing to be with me is if I agree to the secret relationship between her and her other boyfriend.
I could not understand why.
Why would she want to do something like this?
What can Fauzi do that I can’t?
It was something that always puzzled me until Lisa showed me a video recording during one of our couple staycation.
She showed me a video of her and Fauzi making out.
And while I watched, she sucked on my nipple, she played with my rapidly hardening rod.
My eyes were transfixed on the tablet as the video continued playing. I breathed with my mouth instead of my nose as Lisa continued licking and stroking me.
When I came, Lisa whispered and begged for me to accept her.
To accept her for who she is.
She begged for me to accept the role of being her husband.
Of being the man beside her arm in front of the camera, in front of the whole world.
And most important of all, she begged me to accept that she will, always have a boyfriend even after we get married.
I know how crazy it sounds.
Here’s something even more crazy.
I agreed.
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James’s friend is getting married and his wife to be needs money.
He decides to cash in for the kill.
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I’m not very close to Anson actually, the only reason I visit his facebook often was to look at pictures of his girlfriend, Jasmine.
Admit it, you do that too.
Secretly clicking on your friend’s profile just to look at that hot babe by his side, maybe picturing yourself in bed with her. Well, it’s normal I guess. A lot of guys I know do that.
Anson was a old school mate of mind and although we were facebook friends, we were not close enough to meet up for drinks or for catching up. We past each other in town a couple of times and it was always a smile, a quick hi with a nod of our head before going on own way.
Anson got in touch with me on facebook one day because I work for a credit company. I know what you are thinking, that I’m some fucking loan shark but that is not true.
We do vehicle loans, a lot of our clients are actually construction companies. They use us for their trucks, cement mixers and stuff. We also provide car loans, personal credit, the usual stuff.
My boss is a cautious man and the company’s rule of thumb is we don’t lend to desperados. Before we approve any loans, the person in charge would need to do quite a bit of checks and due diligence, especially when it comes to personal loans.
You can imagine the surprise I got when Anson approached me over facebook to ask me out for a chat. He did briefly mention that he needed a loan to tide himself over till after the wedding. I did not think much of it and we met up.
My heart beat faster when I saw Anson at the café with his wife to be Jasmine.
She is really a trophy wife to have.
Seeing her in person made me realised how much better she looked in real life compare to photos.
Several other café patrons were also staring at her, looking at her legs, the way he flip flops dangle off her feet, the way her smooth tanned thighs crossed over, creating a tight wedge of her denim shorts that looked a size too small.
We shook hands and Jasmine stood up to get me a drink, leaving Anson and me to talk. When she turned, I saw the visible spill of her firm butt cheeks peeking at me from the bottom of her shorts.
Blood rushed to my cock as I quickly looked away and sat down, pretending to adjust the small stool.
Anson : James… so glad you can meet us… I have some questions…. And perhaps some business for you hahaha….
James ; Sure.. sure… go on… fire away….
Well, Anson wanted a loan obviously and he just wanted to run some questions by me before formally approaching the company. He needed a loan of 15k for a period of 3 months.
Anson : It’s nothing really… just that with the wedding prep coming up…. Things are tight… once we get all the red packet…. I will repay immediately….
Well, I told Anson that we would do the usual credit checks and all as part of the procedures and I could see he was getting a little uncomfortable.
Anson : The thing is this…. You know… we… maxed out quite a few cards…. So now we are just paying the minimum every month……but.. but… but…. We know once the red packets are tallied… we can clear all one shot….
James : Oh…. Ermmm…
Jasmine : James….don’t worry… we will definitely pay up…. We have 60 tables… and I’m expecting at least 200 in red packet each on average…. More than enough…. Haha…
I smiled and tried to think of a nice way to put it across to them when Anson said that they miscalculated their budgeting and after paying the downpayment for a resale flat, the cash flow issue became a bit of a problem.
Anson : We’ve borrowed from our family already and we don’t want to trouble them anymore…. So we were hoping you can help a little …. 15k is good… but… but if you can do 20k,,, that would be for the best…
James : ermm… ok…. There are paper work that needs to be done and procedures….
Jasmine cut in at this point asking if there was anyway I can help to make things a little smoother.
Jasmine : You get a commission too right… It’s a quick and short loan…. Just 3 months….dates are all booked already…. Confirm plus chope one…. Can help us on this ??
I must have looked pretty reluctant when Anson brought up the possibility of Jasmine not being able to have the wedding setting she dreamt off.
Anson : Dear… maybe if you ditch the imported tulips from Holland, we can make do with just 10k ?…… or….or…. that extra designer gown from another boutique….
Jasmine frowned and she don’t look too pleased.
Jasmine : dear… it’s a once in a life time thing…..we only get to do it once…. I don’t want to settle for less…. And besides…. We can afford it…. It’s just that stupid resale flat…. If not for that owner who kept saying he wants to sell to another buyer, we won’t be emptying our account to pay the downpayment….. and we won’t need to max out the cards….
I looked away and sipped my coffee as the 2 of them went on with a bit of bickering.
5 minutes later, it was clear Jasmine was not backing down from what she wanted.
Jasmine : I don’t care…. This is our wedding….our big day… either we do it right… or we don’t do it at all….
I could see Anson getting a little pissed with Jasmine as well.
Anson excused himself to the washroom and I hurried to finish up my drink.
Jasmine was tapping away on her phone with a frown on her head.
Several café patrons were staring at us, Anson and Jasmine were not exactly being subtle with their argument too.
I stole a few quick glance at Jasmine.
Her figure is solid. I know from her facebook photos that she likes to swim and she loves the outdoors. I can’t see much since I was not her friend, those that I could see were the ones that Anson were in.
I was hit suddenly with a crazy idea.
Something that I was pretty sure I’m out of my mind to even think off.
Having work for my boss long enough, I knew he would not be too eager to dispense out the loan to Anson and Jasmine.
However, I have the money.
My personal money.
What if, what if I can lend the money to them on a personal basis ?
What if I can lend it to Jasmine ?
This only questions is, what will I get in return ?
My heart thumped faster as I looked at how tight Jasmine’s t-shirt was, hugging her full breast.
I looked towards the bathroom direction, there were no signs of Anson.
Looking back at Jasmine, I hesitated for a moment before I decided to make my move.
James : Jasmine…ermm..
Jasmine : yah ??
I pretended to look a little hesitant before saying what I wanted to say.
James : Actually… to be honest… I don’t think my office will approve your loans…. But… but….
Jasmine : Can you help ?? please ?? … we are really out of options here….
James : I have… contacts…. You know… being in the line I’m in…. you can still get the money… but…. Not through proper channels…..if you get what I mean…
Jasmine’s eyes widened before turning back to check if Anson was out from the bathroom.
Jasmine : What do you mean ?? Loansharks ?? are you mad ??
James : No.. no… haha… of course not….it’s….ermm… complicated…but… you can get your money…. if… if they can get some….erm….collateral… or…or.. something in return…
Jasmine blinked a few times at me, unsure of what to say.
Jasmine : errr….. i… I hope you’re not saying I have to sleep for the money right ?? haha..err…
I laughed and shook my head.
James : of course not….haha.. of course not…
It’s common sense people. You make a crazy proposal like that, who in their right mind would agree ?
If I tell Jasmine to sleep with me for the loan, she might just slap me on the spot.
Of course not.
It’s not going to be that simple.
The main thing here would be to lay a trap.
Like sprinkling a trail of crumbs, you slowly lead the prey towards the snare.
James : Ok.. the thing is… I don’t think Anson would even consider this… so I’m not going to bring it up… but if you are keen….give me a call…. I’ll set you up with them….
I gave Jasmine my name card and she took a picture of it.
Jasmine : but… what do I have to do … ?? .. I’m not doing anything sexual ok…. Haha.. don’t sell me to some kidnapper ah…
James : haha… no la… don’t be crazy… it’s hard for me to explain… it’s still a hush hush thing in Singapore actually…. so unless you are keen… we should not even go into it….think about it ok… you will get the loan in tranches….. increasing amounts….ermm…base on the time invested…. Something like that…. no need to sleep with anyone hahaha… … unless you want to haha…
Jasmine : Tsk !… crazy ah…
she threw a napkin at me and asked me don’t be silly.
Right about then Anson came back and we spoke for a while longer before wrapping up the conversation.
James : I’ll still do a check for you guys brother… but no promises ok….not a formal application… but I’ll see if I can pull some strings and move things along…
Anson : Thanks man… thank you…
I shook Anson and Jasmine’s hand and left the café.
I did not get a message from Jasmine over the weekend and right when I was about to give up hope on Monday afternoon, she called me.
Jasmine called me.
Jasmine : James…..about the alternative…. You… you sure….. don’t need to sleep around right….. ??
My heart skipped a beat as I tried my best to compose myself.
James : like I said… unless you want to… if not… don’t need…..
There was a moment of silence on the phone before Jasmine asked me what does she have to do.
James : Give me your email…. I’ll send you the details…
Jasmine : I’ll message you….
James : Ok…
I wanted to punch my fist into the air after hanging up as I waited for Jasmine’s email address to come through.
I got it and I told her I will speak to the contacts and let her know the details by that evening.
It was still not a done deal.
It was a gamble.
I don’t expect her to agree to it actually.
I don’t expect her to even reply me after reading the mail I wanted to send her.
I don’t expect a lot from Jasmine, and I really don’t expect to get much other than a kick out of my attempt to play with her.
Most of all, I did not expect her to invite me to her place in broad daylight when Anson is working.
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An artefact with unique properties comes into James’ possession. With it, he unleashed a reign of chaos in the country, releasing all the pent up frustration he has with life. He realised he could do anything he wants with no consequences. Juliette, the police officer in charge of bizarre crimes in the country, is hot on his trail. She has to stop him, before he tears the very fabric of society apart.
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James turned his delivery van onto the main road after making sure the traffic was clear. There were no vehicles on the main road aside from some cyclist. They’re far enough for him to make the exit safely.
James changed gear and barely two hundred meters later, came to a stop by the traffic light. Suddenly the group of road bikes cut into his lane and surrounded his delivery van.
Henry removed his shades and swaggered over to James’ vehicle hammering on the window for him to come out of the vehicle.
James : What is the matter?
Henry : Can’t you see we are coming down the road? huh?
James: What are you talking about? you guys are so far away.
Henry : so? you should have waited for us to pass.
James : I’m not even blocking you guys.
Henry slammed his fist onto the door of the van and challenged for James to get out of his car.
Henry : come out…come out!
James : What’s the problem with you?
Henry jabbed a finger into James’ face, called him a coward before kicking a dent into his leased vehicle.
Henry : you no balls ah? huh? come out la!
James: HEY! I’m going to call the police..
Henry : Fuck you understand! Fucking loser delivery guy.
Henry punched and yanked off the driver side mirror while his friends pulled him away.
James got out of the vehicle in horror and shouted for Henry to stop.
James: You damaged the vehicle!
He walked over to try and stop Henry from leaving as he tried to get on his his bike. The scuffle caused his bike to topple and fall over.
Henry suddenly threw a punch across James’ cheeks, sending him sprawling onto the tar road.
Henry : You know how much is my bicycle? huh? I can buy your fucking van i tell you.
James was about to get back up when Henry spat into his face.
Henry : PHUI! fuck you…PHUI!
Henry’s friends, wary of the other road users who have arrived at the traffic junction, quickly pulled their friend away.
James wiped Henry’s spit from his face. He could feel the burn on his cheeks and the traffic light turned green. The cyclist got on their bikes and rode away, leaving James holding onto the broken side mirror. The vehicles behind James’s vehicle started honking, unaware of the altercation that just happened.
Looking at his 20 year old watch, James sighed as he is already late for his delivery.
He quickly drive away from the junction and turned into the first small road leading to a private estate to fix his side mirror. James alighted and was in the midst of taping the side mirror when a BMW pulled up behind his vehicle. The BMW honked several times impatiently while flashing his high beam.
James’ vehicle stopped just before the turn into a private condo and while the BMW could have gone around instead, the driver wanted James to move.
James : sorry, give me a minute, i’m just trying to fix this.
The driver of the BMW, Hamesh, alighted and started shouting at James.
Hamesh : What the fuck? Get the fuck out of my way! you’re blocking the turn into the condo.
James : Sorry, i’m almost done..
Hamesh : I’m not waiting for you to be done! Just get in and move your fucking van!
The shouting alerted the security guards a few meters away in the guard house and he came out to take a look at the situation.
Hamesh shouted at the security guard who is well into his seventies.
Hamesh : get him to move the fucking car! you know how much i pay to stay in this condo? i buy your fucking condo for 1 million you know?
The security guard gestured to James to move off while trying to ignore the abuse the resident is throwing at him.
James got into his van and started the engine. The vibration of the old vehicle dislodged the side mirror again, causing it to hang precariously by tape as James put the vehicle into drive.
5 minutes later, James arrived at the location of his delivery. Another upmarket condominium located in town.
As the loading and unloading bay is taken by a resident’s Tesla , he had no choice but to double park in front of it to unload his delivery.
Just before he wheeled his goods off on the trolley, the Tesla owner returned and started shouting at James to remove his van.
James: bro, this is loading and unloading , you could have taken another lot.
Tesla owner: fuck you understand? who the fuck do you think you are? You know how many units i own in this condo?
The tesla owner walked right up to James in a threatening manner. The security guards quickly came over to intervene and they made James remove his vehicle before completing his delivery.
By the time he came out of the lift, he was admonished by the Filipino helper waiting for him
Helper : Why so long? You are late! My sir will scold me!
James: I’m sorry…
Helper : Help me bring everything into the house!
James : I can’t, i’m afraid i…
Helper : Just quickly do it! My Sir is going to scold me!
James sighed and brought all the delivery into the plush apartment before going back down to his van. He spent the next few hours completing the 1st tranche of delivery drops before heading home for lunch to save a few bucks.
Opening the door, he dropped his keys when he heard moans coming from his bedroom.
He ran and opened the door to his master bedroom to see his wife Huiru in bed with the neighbour. Sam has his penis buried to the hilt while cupping Huiru’s tits from behind.
What made it worse was neither of them show any remorse and they continued their intercourse on the bed.
James : What are you doing!
Huiru : ernghh..ernghhh!..ernghhh! what do you think i’m doing!..ernghhh…
Huiru stopped Sam for a moment before climbing out of their matrimonial bed.
Huiru : I have my needs! Needs that you cannot satisfy!
James : Dear!
Huiru : What can you do with your short dick? What can you give me? You cannot even afford to buy me a bag i want! 10 years already and we are still staying in a shitty HDB flat with drug addict neighbours and loan sharks dropping by every week! You’re the most useless man i know!
Huiru pushed James out of the room and shut the door.
Moments later, James could hear his wife moaning like a whore again with their old bed creaking rhythmically.
Huiru : ernghhh..ernghhh fuck me Sam..ernghhh…fuck me harder..ernghhh…let my useless husband hear me moan..ernghhhh!
James backed away from the bedroom and he could feel his chest tightening.
James : aRNGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
He shouted and ran out of his house. He kept running until he reached the park opposite his house. Holding onto the truck of an old tree, he screamed, kicked and shouted his frustration while punching the dry bark with his fist.
James : ARHG!
Defeated, humiliated and cast into the depths of living hell, James sank onto his knees and stared at the line of ants crawling on the exposed root of the rain tree.
He started to laugh.
James: hahha…hahaha…i’m worse than an ant…i’m worse than a fucking ant…hahhaa…
Auntie : No you are not.
James turned around in shock to see a lady in her seventies smiling at him. Her crooked teeth came in shades of black and yellow, her grin as wicked as the witches burnt at the stake. Her clothes are old and torn in several places and she was holding onto a dagger in her hand.
James looked at the bronze blade caked with dirt and rusty with age. How unlucky must he be to be robbed by an old lady when he is already so beaten down by life?
Auntie : I know how you feel James…
James : What? who are you? why do you know my name?
Auntie : I know everything about you James…i know exactly what you need…
The lady turned her blade and handed it to James.
Auntie : You need this…take it…you will thank me for this…
James : What? No…no…i got no money to pay you for this…
Auntie : hahahhaa…take it James…take it…
James wanted to leave but for reasons he cannot explain, he felt he compelled to stay. His eyes were drawn to the intricate carvings on the old artefact and he could not pull himself to walk away.
The lady put the blade into James’ hands.The handle was black with age and worn smooth in his hand where his fingerprints had left marks on its surface. The artefact felt weird and it tingled his pores when he held it.
Auntie : use it on your wife James…
James looked up in horror.
James : No…no i’m not killing her!
Auntie : hahahah…no…not kill…cut…just a small cut James…just a small cut…
The lady got up and started to walk away from James, leaving him with the artefact in his hand.
James : Wait…wait!
Auntie : Just a small cut James…and you will thank me…you will…hahaha…
James groaned and he felt as if his body stopped listening to his brain. He shuffled from the park back to his house, the blade swinging casually by the side of his body.
He arrived home and Sam is no longer there. Huiru, clad only in her top and no bra, was wiping the semen stains that leaked onto her thigh in the master bedroom. She saw James at the door, holding the bronze blade in his hand.
Huiru :What? you want to kill me? are you sure you can do it? huh? Can a useless man like you even do anything? huh?
Huiru walked towards James and slapped him across his cheek.
Huiru : Useless! Useless loser!
SMack! SMACK! SMACK!
Huiru : kill me la…come…kill me! KILL ME you useless man!
Huiru grabbed James’ wrist and waved the blade in front of her face.
James: STOP IT!
James pulled his wrist away and accidently cut Huiru on her collarbone. It’s just a small 2cm cut but enough to draw blood.
Huiru looked at the cut and then at her useless husband.
Before she could say anything, James suddenly felt his body go into a freefall. It’s like he is plunging down a cliff.
He gasped and scream as his eyes flashed white for a second.
The next thing he saw was a scene right out of a nightmare. James saw his body collapse into a heap.
He screamed and turned around. The reflection in the mirror showed him an even frightening sight. It was a reflection of his wife, Huiru.
James screamed but only the voice of his wife filled the bedroom.
15 minutes later, James touched his old body and realised that he’s no longer breathing. He looked at his wife’s body in the mirror and his hand reached for his breast. He groaned as he felt that arousing tingle when he touched his nipples. His breast felt so full and arousing to the touch.
He lifted his leg and looked at his vagina, he could even feel the weird soreness from the intercourse earlier.
James chuckled and he started to laugh. He laughed and he laughed for a good 5 minutes before he opened the wardrobe to get dressed.
He put on a nice short dress and slipped on a pair of seductive heels. Tying his hair up into a pony tail, James picked up the dagger and left the house.
While heading down to the ground floor in the lift, the car stopped and a neighbour entered the same lift car. It was the neighbourhood bookie Bengsan.
Bengsan’s eyes immediately feast on the new body James acquired, his gaze lingered long on the braless woman whose nipples are poking visibly through the thin fabric of her white dress.
He grinned at Huiru, not knowing that it was James inside her.
James looked at the thick gold chain Bengsoon is wearing along with the sling bag full of cash from his illegal venture.
He smiled at Bengsan as his hand reached into his purse for the dagger.
When the lift door open, Huiru’s lifeless body lay slumped in the lift as James walked out with a thick bundle of cash under his armpit.
That was when he came face to face with the old lady that gave him the artefact. She smiled at him.
Auntie : Hi James…didn’t i tell you that is exactly what you need?
James : What is this? how come i can do this?
Auntie : are you happy with it?
James: YES!…yes!
Auntie : You can keep it…on one condition…
James: what is it!
Auntie : Keep using it…again…and again…and again…
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The importance of national service cannot be understated for our small island nation. Say what you like about NS, you love it, you hate it, you think it’s a waste of time and all, but you cannot deny the fact that we need it.
Generations of men before us have gone through it and it’s a unique bond for many of us like no other.
We can be from different units, different camps specialising in different stuff, but end of the day, we fight for the same flag.
Book 4 will be a reminder to all of us why we do what we do. If you don’t know what i’m talking about, it’s time to check out the following titles available uncut on SBF forum itself.
The Beast within
Big trouble in Little india
The house in Bukit Timah
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After deliberating on the title for book 4 for more than a year, i finally made up my mind.
It’ll just be a single word, ’ Home’
It will come out this year.
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James tries to use black magic on his sister in law. Will it work?
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I looked at the yellow piece of paper my brother-in-law took out from a bottle of oily liquid.
Lam : This is the secret.
James : Dude…don’t bullshit la. Sure or not ?
My brother in law never said a word as he slowly unfolded that oily piece of paper on a stainless steel tray. Using two tweezer, he carefully unfolded the piece of paper to reveal a few strands of hair along with the name of my sister in law on it.
I looked at him in horror.
Lam : Shhhhh. James. Don’t disturb me now. This is the critical part.
I watched as Lam took a few fresh strands of my sister in law’s hair and added it into the mix. Next he carefully folded the yellow piece of paper, following the previous fold lines.
Like he is diffusing a bomb, Lam replaced the piece of paper back into the bottle.
Capping it, he lit up a black candle to melt a stick of red wax. Dripping the wax over the cover of the bottle, Lam stamped the wax with a seal.
I looked at him in disbelief.
James : You got to be shitting me right? This is a joke right?
My brother in law carefully kept all the apparatus for his ritual before sighing loudly.
Lam : James, you look at me. Just look at me.
I looked at Lam, he just turned 40 this year. A good 10 years my senior. However, his wife, my sister in law, Carrie, just celebrated her 30th birthday.
My wife is 28 and we all live together under one roof in a landed property while waiting for our flats to finish construction.
While my wife Celeste and Carrie are the typical head turning sisters you see in the streets, Lam can literally be considered as invisible if you get my drift.
At 40 and starting to bald, he is not exactly the kind of man one will consider to be attractive. Lam is about 10 kg overweight but you can’t exactly tell he’s fat, just that he has this bulging belly.
His features, although not ugly, but you will be lying if you say he’s at the top of every woman’s choice. He just looks plain, like the typical uncle you see along the street or the one drinking beer alone in the coffee shop.
Lam : You think for someone that looks like me, at my age. I can get a hot babe like Carrie ? Come on la. Don’t be silly.
James: You sure or not ?
I asked again with a frown on my face as I sipped my beer.
James : don’t fuck with me can or not.
Lam : I treat you as a brother then I tell you. If not. I will take this to the grave man. It’s a done deal, I just need to keep maintaining it to keep the passion. Hahha.
He gave me a few twitch of his eyebrow and a naughty smile. I thought about Carrie and I could feel this excitement in my tummy. Which guy don’t have a fantasy about his sister in law ?
They say the forbidden fruit is the sweetest.
James : How does science explain this ?
Lam : Please la, you want to talk science, go learn the life cycle of a butterfly or something.
James : but there has to be an explanation!
Lam : No there isn’t. There’s nothing! This is black magic through and through. I know you look good, you are young, handsome and all. Celeste is head over heels for you, both of you are attracted to each other. I mean you guys are perfect. You look good together man. I would love to be you, but the fact is I am born this way. I don’t have the qualities you have, so I have to resort to things like this.
My brother in law quickly followed up to say that he truly loves Carrie, he didn’t do it just because he wants to fuck her or something.
James : You mean you can use this to fuck someone you like ?
Lam gave me an evil grin.
Lam : You’re married bro. To my sister in law no less. Don’t have naughty thoughts ah. Hahaha.
James: Come on. I’m just asking. It’s possible?
Lam sighed and waved his hands in the air, trying to absolve himself of the responsibility even though he is eagerly sharing the information with me.
Lam : Look. If you believe it, it works. If you don’t, it doesn’t. It’s up to individual. I can share with you the information, what you do with it, is up to you. Hehehehe.
He proceeded to take out a bundle wrapped in yellow cloth and put it on the table.
James : what is that!
Lam : We may be brothers in a way, but James, business is business. This package cost $1.5k. You want I can sell it to you. It’s impossible to get it anymore. The master is no longer producing bundles like this.
James : 1.5k ? You trying to scam me or something ? Now scammer use phone and impersonation scam. You outright try to scam me in my face ah ?
Lam : Eh. Eh eh… I never force you ok. I’m just showing you. You want you take, you don’t want, I can always keep and sell to the next person.
I looked at the bundle and I could feel myself struggling to make sense of this. I mean, come on. Black magic?
It’s absurb.
However, looking at my brother in law, and putting a picture of him beside my hot as hell sister in law Carrie, what he says does make a bit of sense.
James : Ok I’ll take it!
Lam : Alright…tell you what. You go do this first. I don’t care who you do it to, or when you want to do it. After you are done. Then you pay me. Got scammer this steady one or not ?
James : You sure?
Lam gave me a wink and a click of his tongue. He got up and made me swore on my life never to tell anyone about the conversation we just had.
James : Of course not.
Taking the bundle back to my room, I looked at the picture of my wife taken with her sister sitting on the dresser table.
I smiled to myself as I looked at Carrie.
She’s already under the influence of one black magic, what is another one more?
Besides, it might not work.
Only one way to find out though.
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James was hoping to catch some interesting photos of his girlfriend’s staycation with her friends on her cloud drive. However, he realised his girlfriend is not in the hotel suite in town. Instead, she is at an abandoned estate located on the other end of the island. And the pictures that synced onto the cloud server, are a lot more interesting that the content 3 girls could have created over a weekend staycation. Instead of selfies and perhaps an accidental upskirt, James saw dirty mattress, tattooed men and of course, his girlfriend in various state of undress.
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I met my girlfriend Xianwen in University when we attended the orientation camp together. We hit it off instantly and within two months, we started dating each other.
Xianwen is two years younger than me, and she is very beautiful. She has your typical Asian fair skin like she soak herself in Korean skin care products. Her hair is dark, glossy and hangs to just below her shoulders. She has a petite frame with curves in all the right places. Her breasts are full and round, giving her an hourglass figure that I love so much, while her slender legs give her an air of gracefulness as she moves around. She looks so good when she wears dresses or skirts that accentuate her physique!
She has a kind heart and a great sense of humour which always remind me why I fell in love with her in the first place. On top of it all, Xianwen is also smart; she achieved excellent results in both high school and university, which makes me proud of how far she’s come despite being two years younger than me.
Xianwen has a certain grace about her that no words can truly describe — it’s like there’s something magical about how she moves when she walks or dances. Every time I see her, I feel my heart skip a beat — it’s like I’m looking at an angel who descended from heaven to be with me.
We were madly in love with each other and needless to say, we were fucking our brains out whenever opportunity arises.
This story is not about showing off my wonderful sex life or my beautiful girlfriend. It’s about a staycation. A short trip Xianwen took with her friends that changed her totally.
It’s your typical girls weekend out in town. Think a nice hotel suite, pyjama party, spa session. That’s what i was expecting anyway. However, that 3 day 2 night trip with her friends, turned out to be a nightmare that she will not forget anytime soon.
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Just before sending Xianwen off at the train station, i playfully asked for more pictures of the girls in the onsen they plan to visit.
James : Take more pictures ya. More selfies, especially with Meihui and Lydia.
My girlfriend shot me a dirty look before calling out my true intentions.
Xianwen : You mean you want more pictures of Meihui’s 34C breast and Lydia’s sexy long legs?
James: hehehe…
She gave me a playful pinch on my stomach before pouting. I put my arm around her shoulder and helped her with her overnight trolley.
James : Just kidding…you are the best!
Xianwen : Right…my breast are not as big as Meihui and my legs are not as long and sexy as Lydia…
James : but i still love you…haha
She rolled her eyes at me and said she will deliberately edit the pictures to cover up the bits i want to see with stickers.
James : That is just evil…
Xianwen : hahah…
My girlfriend is the kind of girl that will actively nudged me to look at beautiful girls along the street, and i would do the same to her when i see a good looking guy. Not only that, she will also send me pictures of her friends, asking if their bodies turn me on. Depending on her mood and my answers, sometimes it’s a trap for a beating, while another time, it may lead to a steamy session as we discussed the ideal body i want in a woman.
Everytime during her day out with with girls, i always look forward to the pictures she will forward to me. The best kind are the accidental upskirts. Pictures that are taken by accident and never deleted. Pictures you accidentally chance upon after scrolling through the evening’s picture haul.
There is a secret Xianwen doesn’t know about though. I don’t need her to send me any pictures. When i gave her the phone as a present, i helped her set it up and synced it to the cloud. Everytime she takes a video or a picture, it gets uploaded onto the server.
All i need to do, is to log in on my end to see what she has been up to. Yes, i know it’s wrong but there is something exciting about being a voyeur. There is a sense of thrill.
After i bade farewell to my girlfriend at the train station, i went about my day, caught up with some buddies for dinner and i went home to camp in front of my computer for updates.
I want to see what she has been up to, i want to see what kind of pictures and selfies the girls have been taking the whole day.
That was when i was in for a surprise.
Nothing.
There were no new updates into the cloud drive.
James : Impossible…
i mumbled under my breath, knowing how much of a cam whore those three were.
I refreshed the screen a few times, and it’s coming to midnight.
I decided to give my girlfriend a call.
James : Hello…
Xianwen : Hello…yes?
James : Are you ok? how’s the staycation?
Xianwen : I’m..we’re ok..we’re fine…
Her voice sounded a little off but i could not put my finger down as to what is wrong.
James : What are you girls doing?
Xianwen : Dear i got to go. i call you tomorrow.
Then she hung up on me.
James : What the hell?
I was puzzled but i decided not to bother her. Suddenly, i saw a series of icons appearing on my screen.
James : oh. those must be it.
I selected the folder to display the large thumbnails for the files, expecting to see pictures of my girlfriend having fun with her besties at the hotel, but i was shown something else.
Something that almost made me fall off my chair.
The pictures uploaded onto the cloud showed several men with tattoos having sex with young girls on dirty mattresses on the floor. The background looked like some abandoned residential building awaiting demolition.
Then the shock came like a slap to my face as i saw a picture of Xianwen. My girlfriend.
She was only wearing her bra, her legs were spread and she parted her underwear to show off her vagina. The expression on her face was one of reluctance and one can see she was coerce into posing for that photo.
My heart raced as the other pictures started loading.
It’s not just Xianwen, there is also Meihui, and Lydia. All three girls are made to perform acts that they would never have done on their own for the camera.
My hands were trembling as i looked at the photos. I must do something, i must. I downloaded the photos and secretly thanked the technology gods for making this possible. I right clicked the photos and searched the properties for the geo location tag. I entered the coordinates and saw that the photos was taken a few minutes ago in an abandoned estate at the edge of Jurong. They are supposed to be in a hotel in town, why are they all the way in the west?
I must save Xianwen before it’s too late.
I must…
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