kengohchien
22-02-2009, 09:33 PM
Reading about all the stories on sexual escapades, I can’t help but wonder if for some of us, what turned out as pure sex or a fling actually turned into love.
Don’t worry, mine is not a love story. I love sex and often check out this forum and wank to the stories, of course. For me, there will always be a girl who is extra special among all the girls that I’ve fucked before. And I just want to share my story, for myself if not for all of you. It is by no means a very good sex story, I must say.
I met Chris in 2005 in Devil’s Bar. It has since closed down, but remains in my memory as the one place where I met many of my flings. I usually went there alone and then observed the crowd for lonely girls or “high” girls looking for a fun night out. I still remember that it was a weekday night, so the bar wasn’t crowded. Chris was dressed in a purple halter top and a micro-mini skirt that left little to the imagination. I thought she looked as though she was in her early twenties. She was looking hesitantly at the crowd as though a little unsure of herself. I observed her for some time and concluded that she was alone. She looked like a typical girl-next-door, certainly not the vampish or slutty kind. I went over and introduced myself and asked her if she was alone. To my surprise, she told me that she always clubbed alone. I offered to buy her a drink and we sat at the bar watching a football match for some time. She was rather quiet, which made me a little nervous. Usually girls do indulge in some talk with me. It left me a little uncertain of things to come, because I like to feel in control. Twenty minutes went by before I asked if she wanted to dance. She agreed and I led her to the dance floor. She didn’t really dance that well and after some time, I started putting my hands around her waist. She seemed to be a little uncomfortable with it, but didn’t resist. At that time, I was wondering if she were a virgin since she was so frigid. We danced for a while and then my hands moved lower to her hips and I started to grind a little against her. I wasn’t hard at first, but after grinding against her, I pulled her closer to me and I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, I guess from the cold rather than from being sexually aroused. I felt her hard nipples against my chest and I got an erection. Still holding her against me, I started grinding more erotically against her and I could tell that she was uncomfortable. Well, I am a little of a sadist and making her do what she didn’t feel entirely comfortable with only served to heighten my excitement. I do like SM, particularly making girls do my bidding with reluctance. Makes me feel as though I am in control. I then moved my hands and cupping her buttcheeks, pulled her closer to me, grinding away, trying to make her feel my hardness. Anyway, she broke free and told me she wanted to go home. I agreed, didn’t want to push her too hard the first time and offered to send her home. She agreed and we walked to my car. At that time, I was driving a luxury SUV and when she saw it, I could tell she was impressed and her impression of me changed a little. Driving home, I didn’t touch her and she was quiet. In my mind, I was thinking of a quiet place that I could take her to if she agreed to go out with me again. I was thinking of some place in Changi. At her doorstep, I hugged her and told her how glad I was to have met her. She was looking a little starry-eyed, presumably because of my luxury car and because I told her I was an MD. I left her place feeling lucky and wondering if I would get to fuck her the next time.
Don’t worry, mine is not a love story. I love sex and often check out this forum and wank to the stories, of course. For me, there will always be a girl who is extra special among all the girls that I’ve fucked before. And I just want to share my story, for myself if not for all of you. It is by no means a very good sex story, I must say.
I met Chris in 2005 in Devil’s Bar. It has since closed down, but remains in my memory as the one place where I met many of my flings. I usually went there alone and then observed the crowd for lonely girls or “high” girls looking for a fun night out. I still remember that it was a weekday night, so the bar wasn’t crowded. Chris was dressed in a purple halter top and a micro-mini skirt that left little to the imagination. I thought she looked as though she was in her early twenties. She was looking hesitantly at the crowd as though a little unsure of herself. I observed her for some time and concluded that she was alone. She looked like a typical girl-next-door, certainly not the vampish or slutty kind. I went over and introduced myself and asked her if she was alone. To my surprise, she told me that she always clubbed alone. I offered to buy her a drink and we sat at the bar watching a football match for some time. She was rather quiet, which made me a little nervous. Usually girls do indulge in some talk with me. It left me a little uncertain of things to come, because I like to feel in control. Twenty minutes went by before I asked if she wanted to dance. She agreed and I led her to the dance floor. She didn’t really dance that well and after some time, I started putting my hands around her waist. She seemed to be a little uncomfortable with it, but didn’t resist. At that time, I was wondering if she were a virgin since she was so frigid. We danced for a while and then my hands moved lower to her hips and I started to grind a little against her. I wasn’t hard at first, but after grinding against her, I pulled her closer to me and I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, I guess from the cold rather than from being sexually aroused. I felt her hard nipples against my chest and I got an erection. Still holding her against me, I started grinding more erotically against her and I could tell that she was uncomfortable. Well, I am a little of a sadist and making her do what she didn’t feel entirely comfortable with only served to heighten my excitement. I do like SM, particularly making girls do my bidding with reluctance. Makes me feel as though I am in control. I then moved my hands and cupping her buttcheeks, pulled her closer to me, grinding away, trying to make her feel my hardness. Anyway, she broke free and told me she wanted to go home. I agreed, didn’t want to push her too hard the first time and offered to send her home. She agreed and we walked to my car. At that time, I was driving a luxury SUV and when she saw it, I could tell she was impressed and her impression of me changed a little. Driving home, I didn’t touch her and she was quiet. In my mind, I was thinking of a quiet place that I could take her to if she agreed to go out with me again. I was thinking of some place in Changi. At her doorstep, I hugged her and told her how glad I was to have met her. She was looking a little starry-eyed, presumably because of my luxury car and because I told her I was an MD. I left her place feeling lucky and wondering if I would get to fuck her the next time.