I think I eventually fell asleep around 4am, trying to ignore Mike’s snoring. I usually didn’t have any issues falling asleep even with a snoring monster next to me. This time was different though, and I had to stay in the living room watching videos on my phone until I felt sleepy enough to get back into bed.
It wasn’t a surprise when I awoke with the sun shining on my face to find Mike already out of bed, probably gaming with Tom.
I checked my phone, it was only 8am, and Mark still had not replied to any of my texts.
I wandered around the house sleepily to find to my surprise that neither Mike nor Tom were in the study room gaming, which was rather odd actually.
I sat on the sofa and called Mark. Surprisingly, he answered within a couple of rings, which made me wonder why I never bothered to call him before, relying on texting instead.
Me: Hi.
M: Morning.
Me: How have you been?
M: Normal.
Me: Really?
M: Is that really what you wanna ask me?
Me: Not really.
M: What time do you wanna come over?
Me: Erm. I had like 4 hours of sleep. Having a slight headache now.
M: You can take a nap here if you want.
Me: Haha right. Do you want breakfast?
M: Not really hungry.
Me: Oh. Thought I could grab something over.
M: I’m good. You might wanna get food for yourself though. There’s not much stuff in the house.
Me: Besides alcohol and cigarettes?
M: Yeah.
Me: You sure you don’t want anything?
M: Not craving for anything now.
Me: Ok then. I’ll be there in probably an hour or so?
M: Sure. Call me when you arrive.
Me: Ok.
I took a quick shower before heading down to Siglap. I wasn’t really hungry so I ended up not getting breakfast.
I reached almost at the hour mark and gave him a call. He didn’t answer, but to my surprise, the gate automatically opened and I drove in. Only his car was around so I guess nobody else was at home.
He greeted me at the car as I opened the door and he gave me a long hug, releasing me after nearly a minute or so. His hair was unkempt and he probably had not shaven in weeks, considering the failed attempt at a moustache and goatee.
Me: Woah. How much have you been smoking? You smell like a cigarette.
M: I probably taste like one too.
Me: Err. Am I supposed to verify that?
M: Nah. Let’s head inside.
We entered the house and he gestured to the sofa.
M: Would you like a drink?
Me: Erm? Water?
M: It’s too early to be drinking alcohol.
Me: Sure. Warm water please.
M: How about coffee or tea?
Me: Erm. Tea?
M: Sure.
I chuckled to myself that he didn’t offer the “me” option. But given the situation, it would hardly be appropriate.
Mark returned with a cup of Lipton tea as I settled down onto the sofa. He sat next to me and pulled me towards him, laying my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. I found it a little odd, but didn’t push him away. Maybe he needed some comforting? I’m pretty sure he wasn’t going to be hugging EoS. I sniffed his t-shirt.
Me: Woah. When was the last time you showered?
M: Yesterday?
Me: This house must be really humid I guess.
M: Are you saying I stink?
Me: I think you could do with a shave and shower.
M: Haha. I think so too. But you came so early.
Me: Have you been sleeping well?
M: Not really. Maybe 3-4 hours a night?
Me: That isn’t exactly healthy.
He let me go and reached under the coffee table to retrieve his cigarettes and the ashtray.
I glared at him.
Me: I thought I read somewhere in your story that you can’t smoke in the house?
M: Well, Ann isn’t around. Neither is Alan. Or Amanda.
He sort of ignored me and lit up.
Me: You’ve been alone all this while?
M: Nah. Alan went out. Amanda moved out long ago. Ann, well, who knows where she is.
Me: Does she know you’re here?
M: Yeah.
Me: Did you talk to her about what happened?
M: I did.
Me: And she said?
M: She said poor thing?
Me: And?
M: That’s all? Stay as long as I need to? Forever if I want?
Me: I’m seriously confused by your relationship with her.
M: I’m also confused by our relationship. Haha.
Me: Oh well. Must be nice to have a sugar mommy.
M: She’s not my sugar mommy.
Me: Free house to live in. Does she give you an allowance?
M: Errrr… nope?
Me: But she lets you live here for free?
M: I’m pretty sure she said she’s gonna fuck me well when she’s back. Haha.
Me: Oh. That’s interesting.
M: What is?
Me: You’re still willing to let yourself be used by others?
M: Am I?
He stubbed out his stick and lit another.
Me: I don’t know. Could you slow down on those?
M: Slow down? Not stop? I thought you didn’t like smoking.
Me: I don’t. But it’s not my place to tell you what to do.
M: Why do you care so much about me anyway?
For a second there, I was kind of stumped.
Me: I don’t know. You’re nice to me. You took care of me before?
M: I’m nice to everyone. I think.
Me: Errr… I’m just worried you’ll do something silly?
M: Don’t think so much. I’m not that dumb.
Me: I really don’t know how dumb you can be.
M: Ok fine. I’m actually quite dumb. We could have had so much sex. Yet we didn’t.
Me: Haha. That’s true.
M: Do you want to?
Me: What? Now?
M: Yeah. I want some pity sex. Hahaha.
Me: You’re kidding right?
M: Yeah.
Me: For a second there I thought you were being serious.
M: I’m obviously not in the right mental or physical state for that.
Me: Ok. Good. At least you’re aware.
M: I’m trying ok? Really didn’t expect that from her.
Me: Well… I really don’t know what to say.
M: You don’t have to say anything.
He stubbed out his cigarette and pulled me close for another hug. I resisted a little.
Me: Ewww…. Can you go shower and brush your teeth first? We can hug after that.
M: Hahaha. Wanna shower with me?
Me: You’re still kidding right?
M: Well… there’s a really nice bathtub. You’d love it in there.
Me: Shoo! Go shower by yourself!
I literally pushed him off the sofa and he walked off laughing to himself while I sat there and sipped my tea.
Well at least he still could joke around. But I really couldn’t tell how he was really feeling inside.
Mark must have spent like half an hour in the shower for some reason, leaving me in the living room. Honestly I was getting a little bored. I couldn’t even find the remote control to turn on the television. Or perhaps it was voice activated and I was just being dumb.
Suddenly he texted me.
M: You wanna soak in the tub?
Me: With you?
M: No. I just refilled it for you.
Me: Oh.
M: You look tired. Thought maybe you wanna relax a little by soaking in the tub.
Me: Erm. Sure?
M: Come up, third floor, you can’t miss it.
I finished the tea which was already cold by now and ventured upstairs. I was kind of amazed at how large the house actually was, even though it seemed a little old.
As I entered the master bedroom, I kind of was expecting Mark to be naked and probably get into the tub with me, but he was wearing his boxers.
The tub was really filled, and it was already bubbling. I wondered if it was one of those bath bombs that Shirlyn got the previous time.
I dipped a finger in to test. It wasn’t searing hot but I sort of hesitated a little.
M: You gonna get in with your clothes on?
Me: Erm. You’re gonna find this hard to believe but I’m a little shy right now.
M: Why?
Me: I’ve put on so much weight.
M: Don’t be silly.
Mark reached around me and gently pulled up my t-shirt over my head. I trembled a little. It wasn’t as though he’d never seen me naked, nor touched my body before, but somehow I was so self-conscious around him this time around that I actually curled up a little as he undressed me.
He knelt down and removed my shorts, sliding them down my chunky thighs, leaving me in my bra and panties. He stood up and looked at me up and down.
M: Still looks good.
I glared at him.
Me: My tummy is so flabby!!!
I grabbed my fats and sort of jiggled them. He laughed and slapped his own stomach.
M: Mines still bigger. Don’t worry.
I continued to glare at him, while crossing my arms over my body as if I was trying to protect my modesty.
M: Do you need me to help you remove everything else?
Me: Nono. I’m good.
I reached around the back and unhooked my bra. For some reason, Mark actually turned away to give me some sort of privacy. I placed my undergarments next to the sink and slid into the tub.
My finger lied. It was fucking hot. I almost jumped out the second my foot was submerged. But somehow it felt good. It was as though a huge load had been lifted from me as I slid myself lower into the tub, feeling the hot, soapy water envelope my body.
Mark took my clothes and placed them in the room before returning to the bathroom, cigarette in his mouth.
Me: Oi! No more smoking! Or else…
M: Or what?
Me: Erm. No kissing?
M: As if we’re gonna be kissing.
He laughed and put the stick back into the pack. He dragged a stool over and sat down next to the tub, watching me.
Me: Damn. I should have asked for a hair tie.
M: Ann has a hairdryer.
Me: Fine.
But he got up anyway, and returned a short while later with a rubber band.
M: Will this work?
I had my hands behind my head, trying to tidy up my messy and now rather damp hair. I probably should have realised it, but I was giving Mark a fantastic view of my chest in that position. But then again, it wasn’t anything he had never seen before. I just didn’t want to inadvertently arouse him.
Me: Yeah.
I stretched out my hand to take it from him but instead he went behind me and gently took my damp hair from my hand, brushed it a little and tied a ponytail for me. I kind of shuddered as his fingers brushed against my neck.
Fuck. I don’t know why I was getting turned on by this simple act of him tying my hair. It was seriously the wrong time. He took a step back and sort of admired his handiwork.
M: How’s that?
Me: Errr.. I think I need to bun it.
My tail was still dipping itself into the soapy water.
M: Oh.
I was going to do it myself but he undid the ponytail and somehow managed to tie my hair in a messy bun. Needless to say, I was kind of impressed that he would do these kinds of things for a girl. And I was really getting turned on by him for some reason.
He suddenly pulled the stool behind me, leaned forward, and started gently massaging my neck and shoulders. If I had a dick, I swear I would be having a raging hard-on by now. I wonder if this was what he did with the other girls when they weren’t having sex.
M: Feeling better?
I sort of nodded, my eyes closing.
Me: Yeah. But this is really weird. I came over to see how you were doing, yet here you are doing all these.
M: I’m really fine. Don’t worry. I just needed to get away from those people for a while.
Me: I see.
He slid down both hands and started massaging my left upper arm. I froze for a second. The back of his fingers were hilariously close to my sideboob.
Me: Erm. You can stop, you know? Do something else?
M: Like?
Me: I want you to relax too. Maybe soak in the tub as well?
M: Hmm…
He shrugged, stood up and removed his boxers.
Me: Errr…
M: What? You want me to get in with clothes on?
Me: No…
I glanced over at his unshaven cock deep in its slumber. I guess he really was the type who shaved when he was having regular sex. It wasn’t a super messy bush, but I could tell that he had neglected his grooming routine for weeks at least.
He pushed me forward a little and slid in behind me, pulling me onto his body at the same time. I felt a tingling down below as my butt brushed against his flaccid cock. He wrapped his arms around me, resting them on my flabby tummy, sort of squishing my boobs together.
Me: Woah.
M: Don’t mind me.
Me: I don’t. But you’re make me fucking horny for some reason.
M: Haha. Really not my intention.
I lay my head back onto his chest. It was honestly fucking weird, but not exactly sexual? It was really hard to describe what was going on. I could feel his breath on my neck and it was somewhat driving me crazy.
M: Let’s take a nap.
Me: Like this?
M: Why not?
Me: Slightly uncomfortable.
M: Oh.
I turned my body to the side, squishing my boobs against his side as I lay my head back down on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me again, squishing my boobs again.
M: Thank god this isn’t a small tub.
Me: Haha. Yeah.
And we soon drifted off to sleep.
I kind of woke up shivering. The water was already room temperature, but the cold air from the bedroom was entering the bathroom.
I shook him a little.
Me: Mark…
He didn’t move.
I peeled his arms off me, straddled him, and shook him slightly harder on his shoulders.
Me: Mark… wake up.
He stirred a little.
M: Huh?
Me: I’m getting cold.
M: Oh.
He unplugged the tub and turned the lever with his foot, letting more hot water mix in.
Me: You still want to soak?
He looked at me. I was still straddling his lap. Sort of.
M: Were you thinking of riding me in the tub?
Me: No?
M: Haha. Just kidding. But the position you’re in…
Me: Fine.
I got off and nestled by his side again. The hot water was mixing really fast.
Me: So do you still want to soak?
M: Not really. But that was the best nap I had in weeks.
Me: Really?
M: Yeah. You’re a very nice bolster.
I rolled my eyes at him.
Me: You can just say I’m fat.
M: Haha. I guess I’m a very nice bolster too.
Me: What time is it?
M: No idea. Not wearing my watch.
I got out of the tub shakily and went in search of my mobile phone as Mark continued soaking. I found it in the room. There were a couple of texts from Mike reminding me not to rape Mark as he was probably feeling vulnerable and stuff. And to let him know if I was coming back for dinner.
I went back to the bathroom.
Me: It’s almost 1.
M: Wow. We napped for nearly 3 hours.
Me: I’m surprised too.
M: Well, I’m getting hungry. Let’s shower and get some food.
Me: Shower together?
M: Sure? Unless you don’t want to?
Before I could reply, Mark grabbed me by the hand and pushed me into the shower stall. I barely had time to place my phone on the sink countertop.
He turned on the rain shower and I shrieked as the cold water hit me. He adjusted it to a comfortable temperature before grabbing the shower gel and soaping me.
I recall what I read about what he did with Crystal in the shower and I was absolutely dying. I must be really sick in the head to be getting this turned on by Mark despite knowing his current situation so I just stood there like a statue, letting him clean me, then himself. If he started rubbing himself on me I probably would have just turned around and ask him to put it in.
After the shower, we headed out to that pasta place he wrote about. I didn’t really know what I wanted so I just let him order.
He probably must have been super hungry as when the food came, there was bread, soup, clams, and two kinds of pasta. I really enjoyed the stuffed mushroom pasta in an olive oil based sauce with more mushrooms and bacon. Mark took great pleasure in stuffing me as well and I could barely move after that.
After the late lunch, he drove me to a hawker centre to get dessert. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, it was closed for renovations, so instead we headed to a cafe near Bedok Reservoir where he got a waffle with two scoops of gelato, then added another two scoops at the side.
I could barely move by the time we got back and practically collapsed face down on the sofa. Mark seemed full of energy as he flipped me over and started massaging my feet and calves. If he went any higher, I was pretty sure I would end up pinning him onto the sofa and riding him.
Needless to say, I fell asleep in his arms on the sofa, waking up way past dinner time.
Me: Hey…
He still refused to wake up as I nuzzled his neck so I closed my eyes and lay back down.
M: Thank you.
Me: Huh?
M: For coming to see me.
Me: I wanted to know if you were ok.
M: I will be. Eventually.
Me: You know I feel like you’re projecting.
M: What do you mean?
Me: Never mind. I can’t explain it.
M: Thank you still.
We went back to sleep.
When I woke up again it was around 1am. Mark was nowhere to be seen. Somehow he had sneaked away from me as I was napping.
I wandered around in the dark and found him at the backyard smoking.
Me: I really wish you’d stop. Or cut down.
M: Yeah.
Me: I’ll be going home now.
M: Ok.
He stubbed out his stick and hugged me.
M: Drive safely ok?
Me: I will.
M: Thank you for spending time with me.
Me: I’ll come by next weekend?
M: Ok.
Me: Please don’t stuff me like yesterday.
M: Haha. I’ll try not to.
I hugged him tighter.
Me: Good night Mark.
M: Good night June.
He walked me to the car and opened the automatic gate and I drove out, taking a slow leisurely drive home.
Needless to say, Mike and Tom were still gaming when I reached back, but they joined me in the shower. Fulfilling my physical desires aside, my mind was really somewhere else, thinking of Mark.
He looked and acted normally. But who really knew what was going on inside his head? I really should have talked to him more but I didn’t know what exactly to say. I definitely didn’t want to trigger him or anything.
Over the next few days, he didn’t reply to my texts as usual, leaving me blue-ticked. I wondered if it would be practical to head over to spend time with him on a weekday since I was working remotely anyway.
Or I could wait until the weekend again to hopefully not get stuffed.
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Is Mark aka Shrouded?
Yup. It’s him.
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TS please continue soon ….
Thanks for the support! But nothing to write as I haven’t met him yet this week. And it’s probably going to be the same thing.
I got through the rest of the week keeping myself busy with practically doing nothing while working from home aside from clearing emails. There were zero meetings scheduled so I just spent the majority of the time watching Netflix and YouTube.
On Friday night I gave Mark a call.
Me: Hey.
M: What’s up?
Me: Want me to drop by tomorrow?
M: If you’re free, sure.
Me: Same thing?
M: Food and cuddling?
Me: Yeah.
M: What if I want to have sex?
Me: Err… really?
M: Let’s go with the flow?
Me: You sure about this?
M: We’ll see I guess?
Me: Ok then.
M: What time will you be here?
Me: 9? Or 10?
M: Ok. Call me when you reach.
For some reason my heart was pounding when he hung up. I mean, there’s nothing we haven’t done before except actually putting his cock into me. And I believe he did say before that we would eventually have sex, whether he meant it jokingly or not. But something didn’t feel right here.
As usual, I couldn’t sleep that night even though I was on the receiving end of a rather hard fucking from Mike and Tom during their gaming break.
After a quick shower together where they continued their torture of me, I rolled around in bed till nearly 3am. Mike and Tom were still gaming when I went to the kitchen to get a drink. Perhaps I should put a stop to these weekend gaming sessions. I never really understood how that one game could be so addictive that more than a year after they started playing, they were still hooked on it. Even I got a little bored with my sorceress after awhile.
Tom was now also like our permanent room-mate. I kind of wondered if he was undergoing a divorce or something. But if he didn’t say, I didn’t want to ask.
I fell asleep eventually, but woke up pretty quickly. I checked my phone and it was 5am. I went to the kitchen to get another drink and saw that Mike and Tom were still gaming. I wondered if they even slept at all over the weekends.
I called Mark and surprisingly he answered almost immediately.
Me: Hey, I haven’t been able to sleep all night, can I just come over now?
M: Sure.
Me: Did I wake you?
M: Shouldn’t that have been your first question? Haha.
Me: Oh. Oops. Brain isn’t really functioning.
M: Don’t drive over then take a Grab or something.
Me: I’m sure I can survive a 20 minute drive with no traffic.
M: Up to you.
Me: Ok. Don’t go back to sleep ya? Open the gate for me later.
M: Sure.
I took a quick shower and packed a few things into a bag before grabbing my keys and heading out.
It was as if the stars aligned and I didn’t encounter a single red light on the way over, and as expected, traffic was non-existent.
For some reason, the gate was already open when I reached so I drove straight in. Mark opened the door and let me in.
I hugged him and he kissed me on the cheek. I detected the faint smell of cigarettes but ignored it. At least he didn’t smell like an ashtray like the last time.
M: So you want to sleep?
Me: Yes please.
I thought he’d bring me to the master bedroom but instead we headed to the guest room. The aircon was already on and I shivered slightly as I sat on the bed.
Me: Are you joining me?
M: Sure. Let me go brush my teeth again first.
He left the room and I lay on the bed. The sheets smelt fresh, but also had a faint mothball smell. I lay down on the bed on my side and closed my eyes. Somehow it was really comfortable.
A couple of minutes later I felt Mark get into bed, his warm arms wrapping around me as the big spoon. I guess I must have been really tired as I drifted off into a deep sleep almost immediately.
I woke up a couple of hours later and Mark was not in bed with me. So much for me coming over to spend time with him when all I did was sleep.
I wandered out of the guest room and found him in the backyard smoking.
Me: I hope you’re cutting down.
M: Yeah.
Me: What shall we do today?
M: What would you like to eat? It’s lunch time.
Me: Not as much as last week please. I’m sure I put on 2kg.
M: I doubt it.
Me: I’m so fat!!!
M: You’re not. Trust me.
Me: I am!
M: Ok. Shall not argue with you.
I headed to the bathroom to wash my face and freshen up a bit. The door suddenly opened and Mark stuck his hand in, holding a towel.
Me: How did you know I needed a towel?
M: Just in case you wanted to shower? I don’t know.
Me: You can just come in, you know.
M: You might not be dressed.
Me: And which parts of me haven’t you seen yet?
I grabbed his hand instead of the towel and pulled him in towards me.
M: Hey!
Me: What are we doing?
M: I have no idea.
Me: Actually, I don’t mind soaking in the tub again.
M: Wrong bathroom.
Me: Maybe after lunch? A light lunch.
M: Sure.
Me: Ok. Let me finish washing up. Then we’ll go for a light lunch.
M: I heard you the first time.
Me: Just reminding you that I don’t want to be stuffed till I wanna puke.
M: You didn’t puke the last time.
Me: Maybe I wanna get stuffed with other things. Hahaha.
M: Hahaha… it’s hardly going to stuff you.
Me: Yeah… probably…
He left the bathroom to let me finish.
We headed out to an Indian place. I noticed a hotel 81 opposite and guessed that was probably where he went with Alicia last time.
I didn’t really know what to eat there so I just got the mee goreng. It was well worth it, probably one of the best mee gorengs I’d ever eaten. He had a couple of pratas that didn’t look very appetizing.
After lunch, we took a slow drive back. I was pretty sure he was thinking where he should bring me for dessert but thankfully he didn’t, and we headed straight back where he ran a bath for us.
As we stripped in front of each other, I noticed that he had groomed himself. Did that mean he was sexually active again? I just had to ask. I think he could sense the question coming.
M: I had sex with Nat last night.
Me: How did you know what I was going to ask?
M: I had sex with Alicia too.
Me: Err…
M: If you want, we can have sex too.
Me: Wow. Something is really not right with you now.
M: Poor coping mechanism.
Me: Very.
We got into the tub, but he wasn’t groping me. In fact, naked skin on skin aside, he wasn’t even touching me.
I tried to tease him a little by stroking his thigh, but his hands never moved upwards, or downwards for that matter.
But I really was enjoying soaking in the tub with him, especially when I turned to my side and lay on his chest and he hugged me tighter. I wondered if it was possible to install a bathtub in a HDB bathroom.
As usual, we fell asleep and woke up when it got a little too chilly in the tub. But it felt like the water never really got cold fast as he kept topping it up somehow.
When I finally satisfied my tub craving, we headed to the shower where he soaped me up again, and as usual, I was getting turned on. But for some reason, neither of us were actually doing anything to take the next step.
After the shower, he headed to the backyard to smoke again. At least he wasn’t doing it in the house. Then again, not my house, so why should I care?
Me: Hey. Could you go brush your teeth?
M: Ok.
Me: I wanna make out.
M: And if it leads to sex?
Me: So be it.
M: I don’t have any condoms left.
Me: Wow. How much sex did you have yesterday?
M: 4 times with Nat, thrice with Alicia.
Me: Wow.
M: Pack has 8 condoms. But accidentally tore one with Alicia.
Me: So technically, you would have fucked them both 4 times? In the same day?
M: Yup. That sounds about right.
Me: I’m speechless.
M: I could have sex with you 8 times if you want.
Me: Hahahahahahahaha. For real?
M: Yeah. Just need to go grab the condoms.
Me: No need.
M: No need?
Me: Just go with the flow. We might not even end up having sex.
M: Yeah.
Me: Now go brush your teeth!
M: Ok.
He brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth before settling down next to me on the sofa.
It was really odd that both of us were so passive in this whole thing. Perhaps it was just an act. Nothing was stopping me from pouncing from him and ravaging him like a starving lion. Nothing except myself. Same for him I guess. Although it could really be all that excess weight that I had put on recently that was turning him off. I mean compared to everyone he slept with recently, I was definitely the chunkiest.
I placed my hand on his thigh and he placed his on mine and we just sat there watching Exploding Kittens on Netflix.
I lay my head on his chest and snuggled up to him, taking his hand and placing it on my tummy.
Me: See. So much fats.
He squeezed it lightly.
M: Feels ok to me.
I kissed his neck softly, then traced my tongue upwards towards his earlobe, nibbling it. He turned his head to face me.
M: Whatever happens, just go with the flow?
Me: Yes.
He kissed me gently, parting my lips slowly with his tongue before meeting mine. I wondered if I should just slide my hand down his shorts. But that might turn sexual way too fast. It had been a long time since I actually made out with anyone. Not their fault really, I just couldn’t resist Mike or Tom’s cocks and would rather have them inside me than just kissing me. I think Mark sort of sensed what I wanted and he didn’t even move his hands up. Probably, with anyone else, my bra would already be unhooked and my t-shirt halfway over my head. But right now, all I felt was the aching in my nether regions. I wanted Mark, but I didn’t want to rush it.
We kissed for the entirety of the episode before I couldn’t take it anymore and slid my hand down his shorts, under his boxers. He wasn’t hard, not even semi-hard, but the unmistakable stickiness of his pre-cum was there.
As if sensing the change of pace, he slid his arm up my back and deftly unhooked my bra with one hand, before sliding around the front to cup my breast. His fingers traced their way towards my nipple and he flicked it, before gently rolling it around with his thumb. I kissed him harder, grabbing his shaft. It was still deep asleep. Perhaps the 7 exertions the night before wore him out. But 7 times in a night sounded kind of absurd, unless he was taking the same supplements Tom was. I retracted his foreskin with my thumb and index finger and ran my thumb around his dickhead, spreading his precum around.
He slid his other hand down my shorts, tracing the hemline of my panties, before sneaking a finger in by the side.
M: Fuck, how are you this wet?
Me: Shhh….
We continued eating each other’s faces. Another episode of exploding kittens ended. He had not fingered me, or even gone further than light teasing of my nipples. And sadly for me, he wasn’t even getting hard at all.
Me: Are you not aroused?
M: Huh?
Me: You’re not hard.
M: Well…
Me: I guess I really don’t appeal to you anymore.
M: Haha. It’s not that. Really.
I decided I didn’t want to wait anymore and pulled off his shorts and boxers, swallowing his flaccid cock whole.
M: Woah.
He pulled me up.
Me: Go with the flow right?
M: Yeah…. But…
I practically deepthroated him, not that it was difficult given his current state, and took his balls in my mouth as well. I felt it twitch a little. It was probably a good time to release him, but I decided not to, tonguing his balls as his dick slowly woke up in my mouth.
Then I choked, and started coughing as his semi-hard dick exited my mouth with a slurp. I wanked him slowly as I tried to stop coughing.
M: You ok?
Me: Yeah. *Cough*. Not sure where it poked me. Almost puked.
M: Hahahaha. You make it sound like I’m EoS and you’re Nat.
Me: Please la, you’re not that small ok?
I went back down on him, swirling my tongue around his dickhead and up and down his shaft. His razor really did a good job. Everything was smooth. And while he wasn’t as substantial as Mike or Tom, he still filled up my mouth nicely.
He pulled me up again.
M: Let me pleasure you.
I nodded and removed my shorts and panties, lying down on the sofa and spreading my legs.
For some reason he decided to start by massaging my calves. Was it because he was trying to prolong the time so he could finally decide whether he was ready to finally penetrate me? I really didn’t know, but by the time his fingers reached my inner thighs, my pussy was practically aching for him to stuff his soft cock in.
A tentative lick, then he flicked his tongue against my clit as a finger slowly slid in, then two. I pulled him up towards me.
Me: I want your cock.
M: What?
Me: Put it in.
M: No condoms.
Me: I don’t care. Don’t play this game with me.
M: I don’t want you to regret anything.
Me: I wouldn’t have come over to spend time with you if I thought I’d regret anything that happened.
M: You’re different from the rest. Really different. And you’re special to me. I don’t want things to change.
I don’t know why, but I felt he was really bad at this. But I didn’t want things to change either. He had been a really good friend to me.
Me: How will putting your dick in me change things?
M: I don’t know. Cos we crossed the line?
Me: We’re not getting into a relationship. It’s just sex. It’s gonna be just like with Nat, and Alicia. Probably Crystal too? Felicia? Shirlyn?
M: I don’t know.
Me: Argh.
I pushed his head back down and he gladly ate me.
I pulled him up again.
Me: You’re willing to do this, just go all the way.
M: I’m feeling inadequate.
Me: Huh?
M: You’re used to bigger cocks.
Me: And so?
M: Less pleasure?
Me: I don’t deny bigger cocks feel good. But with you there’s a deeper connection I feel. It’s more than just sex.
M: I feel that connection too.
Me: Then what are you waiting for? That connection is not a hymen ok? It’s not gonna go away if you put it in.
M: Haha. You’re not a virgin either.
Me: Precisely. Now can you put it in?
M: Hmmm…
Me: My god…
I pulled him towards me, kissing him, tasting my own juices.
M: Nothing will change right?
Me: No.
I felt him rubbing his dickhead on my clit as he kissed me. He was fucking hard. What the hell was this? All he needed was some validation and he could get a full erection? Was his love language words of affirmation?
Me: Stop fucking playing with me and put it in!!!
I tried to grab his hips to try to pull him in, but he suddenly had me very well restrained somehow as he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, while his other hand controlled his dick. He kissed my neck, before moving down to my breasts.
I felt his dickhead rubbing along my labia, then it moved to the entrance.
I sighed as he finally penetrated me, thrusting slowly and gently as he kissed me passionately. If I wasn’t married and had a great FWB already, I guess I might have fallen for him, given our already strong connection.
I moaned into his ear as he kissed my neck again. He maintained the pace of his thrusts very well, and I could feel him rubbing against my g-spot with each stroke.
I grabbed his head and kissed him furiously. It wasn’t what I was used to with Mike and Tom, but finally having sex with Mark was definitely an amazing experience and actually a little overwhelming. I could feel myself getting really flushed. He wasn’t rough, nor was he super gentle, and his cock was a really nice size. Or was the connection we had making me think that the sex was so damn good?
I wondered if this was how Crystal felt when they had sex. All that nonsense about compatibility.
Suddenly, he tensed up and I felt the warmth spurting inside me. Thank god for the pill.
M: Sorry.
Me: For?
M: That was way faster than I normally am.
I pulled him towards me and kissed him.
Me: It was damn good. Don’t pull out. I wanna lie here with you in me.
And we promptly fell asleep with him still inside me.
Sex with Mark was indeed different from whatever I experienced with Mike and Tom. They fucked me well, and could go for many rounds until I was truly well-fucked. With Mark, it just felt so intimate, especially with all the kissing. That rarely happened with Mike and Tom as my mouth would usually be occupied with something else.
What I felt with him also didn’t seem to match with the majority of whatever was written in his stories, about how long he could last. By my guess, he lasted only 10 minutes or less before he unloaded his seed into me. I was sure it wasn’t because I was tight but perhaps because he was more aroused. The intensity of it was also different. He wasn’t pounding me hard, but his steady, measured strokes drove me crazy. I didn’t squirt, but I was pretty sure I had multiple mini-orgasmns all the way until he came inside me.
With the others I guess he was merely fulfilling what he thought they wanted, which was sex. Or perhaps he was trying to validate his actions. Maybe with me, he just let himself go and actually enjoyed himself? I wasn’t going to ask though.
Anyway, he woke up first and woke me up gently. His flaccid cock had already slipped out of me and his cum had seeped out and was already dried and crusty. It was getting dark outside so I guess we must have napped for quite long.
I sleepily dragged myself to the shower where Mark soaped me gently again, before pinning me against the wall to kiss me.
Me: You wanna go again?
I reached down and damn was he hard. I swear I never felt him this hard before during all our other times where we did all those things without actual penetration. Did I perhaps unlock something within him? Did my validation of him have such a great effect? Or did he finally wake up and realise that he had been living for everyone else and it was time to live for himself?
M: I would love to.
He turned me around and spread my cheeks before plunging in. He wasn’t as long or big as Mike or Tom but wow, I was really beginning to believe in Crystal’s compatibility bullshit. His measured strokes while spreading my ass allowed him to penetrate at his desired angle, and of course, stimulate my g-spot with each thrust. He reached around and rubbed my clit.
Me: Oh god.
He was way more gentle than Mike or Tom but just as, if not more effective, than them for some reason and he got me trembling within minutes.
Me: Don’t stop.
M: Not going to.
Me: I’m going to cum!!!
I think whenever I said something like that during sex, Tom especially, would definitely pound me harder and rub my clit more vigorously, as if he was trying to make me cum harder? Mark just maintained his steady, somewhat gentle pace.
My back arched spontaneously as I came, squeezing him out at the same time, as I felt the gush of warmth exit me. Or was it just the shower? Without missing a beat, Mark continued rubbing as he slowly slid himself in again.
Me: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I’m cumming again!
I wasn’t really sure what this obsession with making us squirt was with these guys. Mike did it, Tom as well, and now Mark was showing me that he could do it too, even though it was unlike what I was used to with Mike and Tom. Somehow he had gotten me so aroused that I was practically squirting almost non-stop with the slight brushes on my clit and his cock rubbing against my g-spot.
My legs were already trembling badly and I felt as though I was going to collapse at any minute. What kind of monster had I unleashed? I probably shouldn’t be complaining though. After all, I wanted this.
That was the strange thing about it all. When I first met Mark, sleeping with him never crossed my mind, after all, I already had Mike and Tom. But somehow over the years I guess we’d gotten so close that it became a situation where eventually it was bound to happen. And now here I was, in the bathroom of the house of his ex-lover, trying to stifle my moans as wave after wave of pleasure hit me.
Me: Please stop.
M: Oh. I thought you said don’t stop?
Me: That was quite some time ago.
He pulled out and turned me around to kiss me. I weakly grabbed his cock to wank him. He came on me within a few strokes.
Me: What the fuck?
M: Sorry. I thought you were enjoying it so I held back.
Me: I almost died. What do you mean you held back?
M: Tried not to cum?
Me: Oh my god. You’re so silly.
M: I’m sure Mike and Tom fuck you better.
Me: It’s different!
M: I need to know that you feel good too.
Me: My legs are still shaking. What do you think?
M: Yeah. You squirted quite a lot. Like non-stop.
Me: And who was the cause of that?
M: Me.
Me: I think you place too much emphasis on the pleasure of others.
M: I do.
Me: I don’t need you to. Like the first time, you came in me, it was really amazing.
M: Wasn’t it too fast?
Me: No. I like it. I liked how you continued kissing me and thrusting even though you already came.
M: I think I was trying to over-compensate.
Me: Definitely.
M: That’s just me.
Me: And now I really understand why they enjoy sex with you so much.
M: Because I go all out to pleasure them?
Me: Yeah. But the real question is, do you enjoy it?
M: I do.
Me: Be honest.
Mark was silent for awhile. He started kissing me again. I kissed him back, but pushed him away.
Me: I’m waiting for your answer.
M: I enjoyed it more the first time with you.
Me: Aww…
We started kissing again and he slid his hand down my body. I slid mine down his too and met his absurdly hard dick.
Me: How in the world?
He shushed me, turned me around and slid in gently again.
Me: Fuck…
He thrust into me from behind slowly and gently again, and didn’t reach around for my clit this time. Sure enough, I felt the warmth inside me within a couple of minutes. He pulled out, kissed me again, then washed me thoroughly before we headed back to the couch to chill.
His recovery was super fast and the overall volume of semen ejaculated was so substantial that I was damn sure he was taking some sort of supplements.
We continued watching Exploding Kittens. Mark was a little more active this time, his hands were all over me as I tried to understand the humour of the show. The voice of the Godcat sounded pretty familiar and I found out it was actually the guy who played Lucifer. How ironic.
After the episode finished, Mark turned to kiss me again. I reciprocated, but I wondered what was going on in that head of his. I decided to check his other head down below and as expected, he was leaking precum, and he was hard.
Me: Erm…
M: I said 8 times right?
Me: You don’t need to prove anything to me.
M: But I want to?
Me: Whatever for?
M: I don’t know how to explain this, but I don’t feel used when I’m with you.
Me: Really? How about the times when I rubbed myself on your cock?
M: I allowed it.
Me: When do you feel used actually?
M: With Nat, now with Alicia, sometimes with Shirlyn back then.
Me: What about the others?
M: Felicia was a FWB, we were using each other.
Me: Crystal?
M: I think I just wanted to prove a point.
Me: So you used her?
M: Maybe? But after that, everytime she wanted it, I felt I needed to oblige.
Me: What about Jasmine?
Mark didn’t reply. I guess I hit a nerve or something.
Me: Never mind. Let’s change the topic.
M: Ok.
Instead of talking about something else, Mark suddenly pulled off my shorts and panties and went down on me.
Me: Hey…
But it was good. So good. His gentle tongue and fingers made me squirm and ache for his cock inside me. He moved up again and slid in easily. We started kissing again. He really did like kissing. I was so aroused by him that I didn’t even realize he had already cum inside me but was still thrusting steadily, each stroke pulling out his cum as I felt it trickle down my asshole.
He was definitely on some supplements. A couple more minutes of thrusting and I felt him fill me up again. I guess it was sort of possible. Darren had a quick recovery too. But this was really unlike Mark. Despite cumming a second time, he still continued thrusting. Was he trying to fulfill the rest of the 8 times in this one position? I hadn’t even ridden him at all, but he was still driving me crazy with his mouth on mine and his dick in me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this flushed before in my entire life. Was it really the connection we had that made the sex so much better?
I think I have a connection with both Mike and Tom, but this one with Mark was so similar yet so different.
Half an hour in, I was pretty sure he had already ejaculated 3 times. The amount of stickiness leaking out of me was getting a little uncomfortable as it had already pooled under my ass and was slowly moving up my back. I was sure this would never have happened if it wasn’t a leather sofa.
To his credit, for someone who looked so unfit, Mark actually had fantastic sexual stamina. I was already going to tap out but he was still going like the Energizer bunny. I wondered how it would feel if he fucked me harder. But this was nice, and he was keeping me so aroused that I was in no danger of drying out. Except that I couldn’t really feel my legs anymore. If we were supposed to go out for dinner I might just need a wheelchair.
I cupped his face.
Me: Hey… you don’t need to prove anything to me.
M: But I really like having sex with you.
Me: I do too. And it’s funny really.
M: What is?
Me: I didn’t think we’d end up having sex at all.
M: Me neither.
Me: You’re a nice guy Mark. And you deserve someone who deserves you.
M: Yeah.
Me: Now you can stop trying to murder me slowly with your dick.
M: Haha. Ok.
He pulled out and I thought it might be funny to suck him dry. I was wrong. He was definitely on some supplements as he unloaded a huge load into my mouth that was expelled with such force that I actually choked. I was pretty sure his semen was coming out of my nose. He laughed as he passed me tissues.
Me: What did you take?
M: Huh?
Me: Viagra? Maca?
M: Err…
Me: There’s no way you can cum this much. Especially since you said you had sex 7 times yesterday.
M: Yeah I took maca. Felt like a good idea since I was going to fuck them both.
Me: How many did you take?
M: Two with each meal?
Me: What???
He dug around under the coffee table for the bottle.
M: Oh.
I grabbed it from him.
Me: Hello?? It says 1 capsule 1 to 3 times daily.
M: Whoops.
Me: You took what, double the dosage?
M: I had four meals yesterday.
Me: That’s 8 already, and today?
M: Well… I sort of had breakfast while you were sleeping. And after lunch…
Me: Ok. That’s it. No more sex for you. And drink more water. You definitely overdosed.
M: Nah. I feel fine. In fact, I wanted to ask if you wanna stay over.
Me: Hahaha. I’ll be afraid to stay over. You’ll just be fucking me all night.
M: Maybe? Who knows…
Me: I just came to spend time with you. Sex was… I don’t know, slightly unexpected?
M: We went with the flow.
Me: We need to stop the flow. It’s crazy. I think even Tom doesn’t take this much.
M: Who do you think recommended it to me?
Me: What? I’m gonna kill him.
M: Or, you could go home and continue to get fucked by them.
Me: Good idea.
M: Or you can stay over.
Me: Argh. Stop tempting me…
M: Let’s get dinner first ok?
Me: Sure. Where?
M: I’m not sure yet. How does pasta sound?
Me: The same one we had last week?
M: I guess so.
Me: Ok. Let me go wash up first.
M: We can wash up together…
Me: No…. You’re just gonna pin me against the wall again.
M: I might.
Me: Then no. Let me wash up in peace please.
M: Ok.
I headed to the bathroom. Mark was crazy. I was sure that much maca in such a short period wasn’t good. But wow, the sex was indeed amazing. And way more memorable than the stupid gangbang I decided I wanted to experience previously.
But now I had to decided if I wanted to stay over or not. Who knows what the crazy guy would do. He’d pumped so much semen into me already that if I wasn’t on the pill, I was damn sure I’d get knocked up.
And his mental state wasn’t right in my opinion. I guess I should stay and see what’s up with him.
Mark took a shower after I was done while I sat in the living room contemplating if I should stay over or not. If I went home, I’d probably find Mike and Tom gaming, but they’d probably take a short break to fuck me before going back to gaming anyway. Perhaps I should just stay over at Mark’s place. We’d probably have more slow, sensual sex, he’d probably shoot gallons of semen into me, I’d probably have so many orgasms that I’d need a wheelchair. But I could probably also try to figure out what was really going on with him.
I think one issue we all have is that we never really try to figure out what’s going on with our friends on a deeper level. On the surface, everything might seem fine, but deep inside, they may be crying out for help. And most of the time, we tend to overlook or even ignore these signs. I’m not a psychologist or psychiatrist, but it sure seemed to me that Mark wasn’t right somewhere. For someone who wanted to take some time away from everyone, he didn’t mind me coming over the first time. Perhaps he was reaching out and I didn’t really recognize it. The second time, he readily admitted he’d been having lots of sex with others, and wanted to have sex with me too. Even going to the extent of taking supplements to ensure that he could perform. Surely this wasn’t normal? I know Tom took those supplements for performance, but he was having sex with so many people it seemed natural that he wanted to maximize the pleasure for everyone. Or perhaps he too was crying out for help and we all just happily ignored it because we were getting fucked damn well.
We had dinner at the same pasta place. It was packed so we had to wait for a while. I wasn’t really paying attention to the food though, but was watching Mark as he poked at his lasagna and I picked at my risotto.
By all accounts, he looked fine. He didn’t just groom down below, but he also shaved, got a haircut, and even sort of styled his hair when we went out. It was like he was indeed trying to get back to a normal life. Except he’d been fucking everyone who asked, me included, although I hope ours was more of making love than satisfying our own animalistic lust. I had Mike and Tom for that.
We didn’t go straight back after, instead he drove around for a while and I was damn sure he was looking for a place to stuff me with sweet treats. Or maybe he was horny due to the maca and was looking for a place to bang me outdoors.
We ended up at East Coast park and he made his way to the breakwater. What was it with these guys and the beach? It seemed like something girls did when they needed some quiet reflection.
We just sat there enjoying the sea breeze, not talking, not cuddling, for what seemed like the longest time. I was actually getting a little cold.
Me: Hey… could we head back soon?
M: Why?
Me: I’m a little cold.
M: Oh. I could hold you.
I placed my hand on his neck and he jumped.
M: What the fuck? Your hand is freezing.
Me: Yeah. I don’t know why.
M: Ok. Let’s head back. I’ll run a warm bath for you.
Me: Sorry. I think you want to stay longer right?
M: It’s nice here.
Me: Yeah. I guess it is.
M: But let’s head back. I can come here again since I stay so close now.
We headed back to the car and he actually turned on the “heater” mode for the aircon, even though it kept fogging up the windows. I didn’t know why I was feeling so cold. I didn’t feel feverish or unwell or anything, just cold.
Anyway he ran a warm bath and let me soak in it for a pretty long time, topping up the water to maintain the temperature. By the time I got out of the bath, it was close to midnight so I texted Mike to let him know I was staying over. He didn’t really say much except to “have fun”. I guess he was having fun with Tom anyway on that silly game called Diablo.
I was going back down to the guest room to sleep but Mark insisted that I stay in the master bedroom, bigger bed he said. And he hugged me the whole night fully clothed, under the covers, occasionally rubbing my hands to warm them up in case I was still cold. I kind of chuckled to myself thinking what he would be doing if I said my boobs were cold. But the really odd thing was, I was still feeling cold, even though my extremities sort of warmed up already.
It was a pretty good sleep though and I woke up rather refreshed, just cold.
We had a quick breakfast of McDonald’s that he ordered in before he thanked me for coming over and I drove home slowly.
Even though I had slept well the entire night, I practically crawled into bed after taking a shower and slept all the way till dinner time. Mike and Tom were gaming the whole day as usual. I was so exhausted and honestly pretty thankful that they didn’t come over to have sex with me.
It was a nice weekend all in all, but I was still no closer to figuring out what was really up with Mark. I guess one day he would open up to me if he wanted to.
I could barely drag myself to work on Monday. Thankfully, Mike and Tom just let me sleep the entire Sunday, even after dinner. It was beginning to occur to me that maybe Diablo wasn’t the distraction to my sex life with them, but perhaps I was the distraction to their gaming life. But no matter, they still fucked me damn well whenever I wanted it. It just so happened that after what I did with Mark on Saturday, I was totally drained for some reason.
During lunch time, I headed to the hawker centre like a zombie. There were some charity promoters hanging around, but I totally just trudged past them as my brain wasn’t functioning properly other than telling my body I needed to get some food. I automatically headed straight to the vegetarian chicken rice stall. I didn’t even notice the short guy queuing in front of me until he got his food and turned to head back to his table.
N: Hey June!
Me: Huh. Oh. Hi. Nick.
N: We’ve got a table over there. Join us?
Frankly, I was intending to tapau and hide in my office but why the hell not. I got the roasted chicken rice set and headed over to where Nick, Rebecca and Shirlyn were seated.
R: Long time no see. When’s Tom free?
Me: What the.
N: Hey. I’m right here.
R: Oh come on. We’re only fucking. You’re not my boyfriend. I can fuck- OIIII! My shoes!!!
I guess Shirlyn must have stepped on her Louboutins or Ferragamos or whatever.
S: You look dead tired. Rough weekend?
R: Aiyah. She probably had another gangbang or something. So lucky.
Me: Do you want the Rebecca package again?
R: The what?
Me: Whatever my husband did to you to make you fear him.
R: Oh. That. Erm. I think I’ll stick to Tom.
N: Haha! I never thought she’d turn down sex.
S: Was the Rebecca package what he did to me too?
N: Hang on. You all slept with her husband?
R: And her FWB.
N: Wow. How come I didn’t get to sleep with all of you? Hahaha.
S: Erm.
R: Aiyah. The guys in our company, sooner or later they’ll will just sleep with everyone.
S: Don’t encourage him.
N: What an interesting company.
S: Anyway, have you heard from Mark?
Me: Yeah.
S: It’s weird. He texted me out of the blue.
Me: Oh?
S: Was asking if his old job was still available.
Me: Ah. He never mentioned anything about going back to work.
S: I haven’t confirmed it yet. Kate’s been doing a pretty good job these past months so we were gonna hire an exec instead.
Me: And Mark wouldn’t accept that?
S: Why should he? He was technically the Ops Manager already.
Me: Talk to him then?
R: Eh. We’re going back first.
Me: Huh? You barely touched your food.
R: Stomachache.
I looked at her incredulously as she and Nick cleared their half-eaten trays. Shirlyn rolled her eyes.
S: They’re going to have sex.
Me: On their lunch break?
S: Why not?
Me: Never mind.
S: I would too. If I had a partner.
Me: I thought you were attached.
S: I was. Didn’t really work out.
Me: Your married FWB?
S: Stopped when I got seriously attached.
Me: So start again? Haha.
S: Nah. I’d rather be seriously attached again.
Me: Oh.
S: Anyway, now that they’re gone, maybe I can seek your opinion.
Me: Lemme guess. You want to hire Mark back but you’re afraid you’ll fall for him.
S: Shit. Give me 7 numbers from 1 to 49.
Me: Haha. You’re not that hard to read you know.
S: Right.
Me: Do you really like him?
S: I honestly thought we could have had something nice. If he wasn’t with Jasmine.
Me: Or the rest of them.
S: Yeah.
Me: He’s staying at his sugar mommy’s place now.
S: What?
Me: I mean his ex-lover. The rich old lady.
S: With her?
Me: Nah. He’s alone. I think. Didn’t see anyone else there when I visited him.
S: Oh.
Me: I don’t think his mental state is right though. Maybe a job would help him.
S: Really?
Me: I guess so. He may be spiralling.
S: How so?
Me: He told me he’s fucking Nat and Alicia again.
S: I see.
Me: And we sort of had sex last weekend too.
S: Sort of?
Me: Fine. We had sex. It was damn good. Blew my mind. Happy?
S: Haha. After so long, you finally got him.
Me: Wasn’t what I was expecting.
S: How so?
Me: He’s really good in bed.
S: Yeah. I know. Kind of miss that.
Me: I think we’re all complications in his life now.
S: And yet you feel I should hire him. I’ll be seeing him everyday. I might start sleeping with him again.
Me: I think out of all of us, you’re probably the most normal.
S: Haha. I’m just single. So is Alicia.
Me: I don’t know what’s the deal with Alicia.
Somehow as I said that, my mind drifted back to the time Alicia and I were in bed together.
S: Well, I’ve to think about it. Not sure how the dynamics of the office will be affected if Mark comes back.
Me: I really think a job will do him some good now.
S: I’ll speak to him. Thanks for the insight.
Me: Sure.
We finished our lunch and headed back to our respective offices.
I wondered if my suggestion was indeed wise.
I spent the rest of the day clearing emails before heading home. Thankfully I was working from home the rest of the week. Maybe I’d look for Mark over the weekend again to see if I could gain further insights into his current state of mind.