- Looks
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8-9/10
- Figure
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Slight curvy, not fat, not plump, right size for her height and figure, the ratio is perfect, no exaggerating DD boobs with 24" waist and 38 hips. If I remember, she was a 32C-26-35.
- Hair
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Long, until below her breasts. She doesn’t color her hair, lets it remain natural in color.
- Dressing
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Simply confident, the way she carries herself, not wearing clothes that would even give a hint on the bra she’s wearing.
- Weight
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around 55kg
- Height
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168cm
- Marriage
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About 9 years. Her husband is from church, nice fella, good husband, but lacking in the romance department, can’t flirt with her and also dote on her the way she likes. She told me wedding vows are for life, and it’s a promise made before God and she will keep it strictly (hmm… )
- Religion
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Christian, devout. Prays before meals, does her daily quiet time, has a bible study group session weekly and teaches sunday school to kids (she adores kids like her husband). She doesn’t misbehave and takes her faith seriously and will never shy away when people ask what is her religion.
- Personality
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Very funny, can joke (not about church though) and able to make small talk. Able to communicate and don’t make you feel that she’s my boss, so I cannot go lunch with her, or chat casually that kind of person.
- Sexuality
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Hungry, loves to try new things, believes that once the bond is formed, she will commit herself to being similar to what a wife would do for her husband. Still carries herself properly even in public.
- Sexual History
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Only her husband. She stayed a virgin until marriage. No other men since. *Ahem*
Spawn off from the thread -
https://sbf.net.nz/showthread.php?t=846042
Was chatting inside and did some sharing, but some bros have been asking me to start a thread instead, so I’m collating all I shared so far and continue the story from here.
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I’ll try to narrate and recall, but been a while already.
She’s definitely pretty, attractively pretty. Flashing her ring on her finger really compliments her well.
She wore a white satin blouse and black skirt on my interview day. I remember I stepped in and was like ‘WOW, freaking pretty HR’. My mind was purely on hoping I get the job so that I can get to know her.
Pretty, long haired, fair complexion with a beauty mole near her upper lips, it really compliments her and doesn’t make her look weird. As for figure, well maintained, not super slender, but slight curvy. Ample ratio of weight to figure, if you know what I mean.
As for her breasts (she doesn’t let me call them tits, she feels it’s very unChristian ?? ), she’s a full C cup (of course I found that out later).
I’ll call her Janice:
The rating is because of her age, as she grows older, she actually gets more radiant and pretty. You don’t get sick of looking at her. You just want to stare 24/7 at her.
- Blouses with sleeves (can’t even see the side boobs)
- Long a-line skirts (long as in, minimally above the knee)
- Dresses (nice fitted, not too tight, just enough to accentuate her figure and flair)
- Heels (she loves them, in HR it’s only professional to dress proper).
She has a shelf in the HR office, which she keeps a bible and she reads it whenever she takes a break, that kind of commitment is really very encouraging to other Christians in office.
I always like to joke and also behave friendly, it wasn’t long before we really hit it off and became like very good friends, instead of colleagues. When I spotted her mistakes, I told her off. She didn’t get angry but appreciated what I did for her.
Wow, how do you find such a boss? Well, one day just casually in pantry:
J(anice): Hey gog, I forgot ask you, if it’s not too personal, what’s your religion?
gog: Oh, I’m Christian, I attend XXXX Church, you leh?
J: Wahhhhh me too leh! I attend YYYY Church, I teach sunday school there too. Got time you must come my church with me!
gog: (Er.. feels weird, trying to poach me from my church?) Sure! You let me know lor. It would be nice to see you worshipping in church and also join you in it.
J: Ok ok, there’s a Christmas production end of the year, maybe you can join me?
gog: (ahhhh still far away, she’ll forget by then.) Ok, on!
You know, actually, I took this job is because you were to pretty, I wanted to court you, but hor, join liao then know you are married.
(Almost wanted to kill myself, why did I tell her this????)
J: *laughs* well, you should have ASKED before you take the job right? Tooooooooo late buddy. You’ll be fine as a Christian brother.
gog: *cries hard in my heart* Haha, yes boss… yes boss.
Weeks passed, we were all busy, in between, we lunched together 2-3 times a week, the rest of the team weren’t Christians and sometimes we spoke a lot about church and bible, and it was making them uneasy, so we decided to lunch together without the rest.
Honestly, there ought to be a rule against HR accessing staff’s P-file for personal reasons. She went through my file to pick up my date of birth and secretly arranged a lunch celebration for me at a very expensive location.
I was thinking wah… why lunch so far away until at the end of the meal, a birthday cake came and she was so ecstatic about it.
J(anice): Surprise!!! Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to gog … happy birthday to you!!!
gog: wah lao eh… pai seh liao la!!!
For a guy, it can be quite an awkward feeling, that a girl doing that in public and she’s not even my girl.
J: Paiseh your head, faster la, make a wish, and put out the candles.
gog: Wait, how do you know it’s my birthday????
She didn’t answer, and later I found out how she got the info, then…
If you all were thinking I dipped my finger in the cream, smeared her face, then she would chase me with her fingers in cream, and we would tease each other, stopping, looking at each other and kiss…
It didn’t happen!!!!!!
22 Dec.
J(anice): Oei, gog!
Gog: Simi la boss.
We were very comfortable being casual in our communications as she believes authority for her is to make decisions related to work. Not to throw upon others.
J: Christmas is coming.
Her eyes open big big.
gog: You don’t tell me you need me to OT over Christmas hor!!!
Actually, really scared need to as it’s year end, Finance also busy.
J: No la, something better! It’s my church’s Christmas production! You promised to go!!
Wah lao eh. She really remembered.
She’s very meticulous (most of the times) at work, when she slips up however, I’m always almost there to catch her errors and rectify immediately.
This time, she really didn’t slip up.
Her hands were pressing her shoulders inwards and kiap her palms between her knees like a child awaiting an exciting present - of me to say yes.
Teaser: I could see her breasts squeezed between the arms when she did that \ / shape body hugging.
What man could possible think of a reason not to go at that sight?
gog: Ok!!!!!! You jio, I go la, but your ah lao going also leh, later he think we got 1 leg how?
J: He will say I need to have better taste in men.
Wah.. tio suut… one arrow to my knee immediately. Lose liao.. mai try and continue.
gog: ok ok… see you there.
For the rest who aren’t Christians, 25th December is generally a big day, a day where all Christians, who usually how busy also can’t make it for church services, will turn up.
Most churches will have a special service, usually a play, skit or sermon based on Christmas. Her church was no different. Mine too actually, but since I promised her to go, I told my bible study group I can’t make it.
Just two days before 25th, she passed me an invitation and told me she had to kill a few people for it (jesting, I hope).
gog: Hey J, I’m here (via WA)
J(anice): You’ll see me, I’ll be on stage.
gog: HUH. “Y U NO TELL ME” I sent back my WA message.
J: Surprise ma, help support support me a bit la!!!
gog: I replied “Lonely… I am so lonely…. I have nobody…”
J: Idiot. *insert stick out tongue emoticon*
And as luck would had it… 2 couples on my side, and the men chose to sit next to me, meaning their girls are away from me. Zzz… I must look like some horny fart to them.
Call me old romantic, I archived our chats, so when it takes me too long to post it’s trying to piece the event and cut out certain (lengthy parts).
Soon the usual call to service came, prayed, sang some Christmas songs, but still, no J in sight. The big screens hanging above the stage focused on all but nowhere to find J.
*Snip & cut*
The skit started, it’s about the birth of Jesus, so I was watching and … WAIT A MINUTE.. that… MARY.. isn’t… OMG, it’s J!!!!
Honestly, I saw her eagerly playing the role of Mary, pouring her heart, soul and voice into it. Wah.. that conviction is real, she really takes her faith seriously.
Wah… really deserved a standing ovation at the end of all of it.
I’m not sure I was attracted to her strong belief in religion, or to her, it just seemed that she is so perfect, so holy and everything a Christian woman would have and be.
And yes, I’m still ALONE in the crowd.
Finally a message came in.
J(anice): Hey, where are you, my husband has left with friends, I’m starving!!! (with 3 exclamation marks).
gog: I’m by the
#123
door, if you can’t see me, then you are blind.
J: Oei!
Smacks my right shoulder softly.
J: I’m hungrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy.
O-M-F-G.
First time, I saw her outside of church, in shorts. Long legs, clean and … fair. Wah lao. Nose bleed.
J: Oi, sexual harassment ah, staring at me? Ai si ah (want die ah - direct translation).
gog: No la, I see your legs so fat you still hungry, not scared put on weight ah?
For the uninitiated, such ‘rude’ remarks are usually between two close friends, who can joke freely.
-- Deep Pause –
Janice was glaring at me. Oh sh1t. Did I say the wrong things?
Uncontrollably, she covered her mouth, squat down bending her knees and ankles and started to laugh very hard.
She stood up and kicked my shin lightly.
J(anice): IDIOT! I don’t care, you owe me dinner, you call me fat, back to office, I will make sure you kena badly!
She’s darn adorable. I skewered her and she laughed and then threatened me with something she knows she will never follow through.
gog: Late liao mai eat too much la, fat… we go porridge ok?
J(anice): *Pouts her mouth like some spoilt brat* At least can add doughstick or not?
gog: HAR-NA-HAR-NA, aiyoh, you hor, fat-die-you.
Suddenly I sensed 2 evil horns growing out of her, as she minimises her eyes to a line and glares at me. Oops.
gog: I’m parked there, let’s go.
Hurriedly, I ran, before she kicks me again.
Service ended about 11pm, with her needing to change, bid farewell, pray before leaving, it was already near 12mn. Really is fat-die-me to eat so late.
There’s only one place I know opened till late - Chinatown.
Reached, and parked along the side, it’s so late, no wardens will come to summon. I turned around, eh? Where’s J? Did she fall down? Then I saw a face glacing at me through my side window.
I opened the door, and she stuck her hands towards me.
J: No energy le… hungry, pull me out.
For a woman her age, she really sometimes behave like a little girl. Her hands were not that smooth, obviously, she does housework and without gloves. She maintains herself, but there’s only so much she can do.
She pulled my arm and hung her arms around mine, I felt something soft. If I need to spell this out, you guys are in the wrong forum. I almost froze in my tracks. Again she is unaware that this constitutes flirting but to her, this is a form of friendliness and ladylike to her. Like going to a prom or party, you would be a lady and hang arms around your +1.
I ordered frog leg porridge, and she took the fish slice porridge. I added 2 doughsticks for her, and she literally was like ‘omg omg omg omg’ (g = goodness, not the other).
As we sat down,
J: Let’s say grace before food.
I nodded and she began giving thanks while the poor food server arrived was standing next to us waiting.
I was taking up the frog leg and de-boning it when I saw her puppy eyes glancing at me.
gog: No, mine.
J: *blinks her eyes*
gog: NO.
J: *pouts her lips and bites hard*
gog: …
J: *smiles widely and flutters her eyes*
I decided to just stick my spoon with the meat & porridge towards her. I had already used the spoon and eaten a bit of the porridge prior. I was hoping it would disgust her enough to reject. Suddenly, I saw Jaws. Before I realised it, she put the entire spoon into her mouth while I held it and sucked up the porridge and frog meat.
I lost all momentum and went quiet, going back to my porridge while she yakked about the rehearsals, skit and she was happily telling me the processes but I heard nothing. I was lost in my own world of esctacy over what she just did. Yeah, saliva’s no big deal, but still, these little things add up.
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gog: Where your husband go? (Singlish, singapore style of talking).
Sometimes, guys, SHUT THE F*K UP and don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask.
J(anice): He went out with his friends for BBQ, he knows I hate the smell of smoke from charcoal getting into my hair/clothes so he won’t bother asking me along.
She put down her chopsticks and spoon, started to look like a well overflooding. Sh1t man, asking the wrong question really got me into a fix. If she cries now, other customers around sure will assume that I bullied her.
Instinctively, I started to act like an idiot. I kiap one of the doughstick bits and went near her mouth.
gog: Come, open mouth. Say ahhhhh
Somehow, that really broke the tension, and she giggled and stopped the well from flooding. It helped to lighten the mood. My heart on the other hand, wrench with pain knowing she’s unhappy.
Nothing too eventful, just a hearty chat session with lots of stupid, corny jokes. No alcohol, nothing, just two cans of coke which tide us 2 hours at the place after we finished our food.
Got back into the car, I reached into my side of the door and threw a present to her.
gog: Nah, merry Christmas, although it’s now 26 Dec but never too late, thought could give to you before the service started but you were in the play.
J: Wahhhhhhhhh. I didn’t get you anything leh, die la… I feel so bad.
gog: Hmmm take a photo with me, I can use as wallpaper then is present liao lor.
J: Okay! Can!
Seriously, she doesn’t hear everything and doesn’t know what I’m trying to do. She obliges and doesn’t understand there are consequences to such requests.
We took a few photos in the car, crazy ones and also a proper one at my request and we laughed about the crazy things we do.
Sent her home, she stays somewhere in a rich estate. I’ll not divulge more as I still have a responsibility to protect her identity.
We spent more and more time away from the team, lunching separately talking about church, bible and our faith. Encouraging each other to be strong, faithful and also to be sin-less.
It was great having a Christian friend who is so devout that keeps you on your toes, staying away from all the bad stuff.
Without realisation, I’m admiring her more and more. It’s not lust, it’s just an admiration of her faith and actions, encouraging and also supportive. She’s a perfect girlfriend, perfect boss, perfect friend, perfect wife and perfect lover, importantly her love for God really led me to admire her.
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She did not try to ask me to join her church. New Year came and went, we didn’t meet over the holidays, just texting and sharing bible verses, keeping each other strong.
Soon it was Chinese New Year, a large festive season for all. A massiave holiday that would span 15 days in China alone. You can imagine the economy in China almost slowdown to a crawl during CNY.
CNY Eve:
gog: “Hey, I’m exploding… help. Too, much, food.” I sent her via WA.
We had this thing where we really talk crap to the extent her husband also knows about it and laughs at our stupid conversations. It was purely platonic and I had no issues with her showing our chat to her.
J(anice): *sends me a puke icon*
gog: *sends her an ambulance icon*
J: *sends me a skull icon*
gog: OMG. Here comes my promotion!!!!!
J: Idiot you!!!
Being Christians kinda mean we really don’t care about such jokes even during CNY. She is absolutely adorable when it comes to jokes.
It was nearing midnight and I was getting bored with the stupid countdowns, I remember it was absolutely BORING…
*vibrates*
J(anice): I’m BORED. TV’s boring.
gog: Ya lor, wanna go out? We go kopi.
J: Hello, little boy, CNY Eve everywhere closed, where to kopi?
Shucks, she got me. I also couldn’t think of anywhere to go. I lost this round again.
*vibrates*
J: Happy Lunar New Year to you, my dearest friend. A Christian friend whom encourages me and supports me when the going gets tough. I thank God for your presence and wish you all the best in this LNY. (verbatim).
gog: Thank you my dearest boss and friend. Seeing your faith in God is enough for anybody to want to be at their best. You are the perfect example of a Christian, not by name but also by faith and actions. Happy Lunar New Year!!! *fireworks icon*
I meant what I said, and she too. CNY eve was over in a few seconds after I clicked ‘Send’. There was no reply, probably she dozed off.
2.23am
*DING DING*
I fumbled for my phone, it was Janice.
J(anice): Hey… sorry, I dozed off. Tired after all the food. See you on Day 4 of CNY. Remember to bring oranges if you want a red packet from me! No oranges, NO RED PACKET.
Red packets in Chinese culture is a form of blessing, it can be used during birthdays, special events, weddings, and of course during CNY. It can contain various amounts of money, usually for CNY, for bosses it can go up to $10 for their subordinates (usually).
gog: Wah, now you tell me, I just ate 2 oranges for dessert, I bring the skin, can?
J: Sure, then I give you the packet without the cash inside lor!
I really detest myself at digging holes and jumping into it. She has very good comebacks most of the time. I just got “shot” again. Urgh, the pain and horror!.
gog: *sends a big eyed wondering icon*
No reply, must be snuggly in bed. My mind wondered if she was … well earlier, you know. Well, nobody cares what I did, but still, yes, I sat there and rubbed myself off for the CNY. Sorry if too much info.