Fireflies, White Shirt & Other Stories

[hawk007]

Wow, bro O2O, you must be a writer with a lot of life experiences. Your writing is fantastic, this can be a book by itself.

I finish reading page 1 to here in 3 days.

Thank you for writing this. I am sure many enjoy ur story!!

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Originally Posted by hawk007

Wow, bro O2O, you must be a writer with a lot of life experiences. Your writing is fantastic, this can be a book by itself.

I finish reading page 1 to here in 3 days.

Thank you for writing this. I am sure many enjoy ur story!!

Wow, 15 pages in a few days! Bro, really appreciate your support!

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Return to Innocence

By her own admission, Xiao Ling (XL) was a “nong cun” girl (i.e. girl from the countryside, usually a rural area). It was her first overseas trip, having accompanied a “sister” to Singapore to ply the undocumented massage trade on a tourist visa. In fact, it was her first trip outside her poor, impoverished home town.

Over the course of four weeks, I witnessed a shy villager turn into a hungry, sex-craved young lady; it was like a fast-tracked discovery trip for XL; and for me, it was a return to innocence.

(To be continued)

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(Continuation)

Over the course of four weeks, I witnessed a shy villager turn into a hungry, sex-craved young lady; it was like a fast-tracked discovery trip for XL; and for me, it was a return to innocence.

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One humid night after dinner, I turned up at an old apartment building, the type where you drive right into an open carpark, without any barrier or security guard. I don’t remember the actual street or building name, but it’s one of those old buildings ripe for redevelopment, around Moulmein area.

“I am downstairs”, I texted XL in Chinese. She replied with her apartment’s unit number. The estate was quiet and calm. It hardly had any life, save for a few units upstairs where the lights were on.

The elevator had a stale stench, probably due to poor ventilation. Arriving at the unit, the gate was ajar (as described by XL) – I knocked on the door softly, and the host quietly let me in, in pitch darkness. The corridor lighting only afforded a glimpse of my host, nothing more than a slim frame of 1.6m or so.

She led me into a bedroom, which had lights on. To my relief, standing before me was a shy young lady in a cartoon character t-shirt and sports shorts, and slippers. She carried a warm smile. Handing me a white towel, she asked that I go shower. The attached bathroom was old but clean. It was very minimalist – just shower gel; and by the sink and mirror, a toothbrush, toothpaste and mouth wash. A pink towel (presumably XL’s) hung on the single hook by the wall. There wasn’t any other personal care products or cosmetics. I had to hang my clothes on the single hook together with the pink towel.

Back in the room, XL was sitting on the bed, waiting for me. The windows were wide open, with curtains half-drawn. She had now switched off the ceiling lights, but kept the two smaller yellow lights just above the bedframe. The standing fan made a constant motorized noise, not loud, just humming patiently as negligible background noise. Apparently, the air-con is broken. It felt like a fly-by-night sleaze joint (which it probably was). But somehow, XL exuded a charm as she sat on the bed – a genuinely warm smile, and mesmerizing eyes which were too shy to look directly at me.

Laying facedown, XL applied a little oil on my back and started her massage. As anticipated, her massage was very amateurish. But I could also sense she was trying hard.

“Gege, ni jing chang an mo ma?” (Elder brother, do you go for massage often?), she asked me. I decided, as a prank, to pretend to be a difficult customer. Your massage can be improved, I replied firmly in Chinese. XL turned to damage-control mode instantly. “Wo bu hui an, dan wo hui nu li” (I don’t know how to massage, but I will work hard), she said apologetically. I suggested she then focused on massaging my hands and legs, as I turned around, facing her. I did not look angry, nor unpleased. But I certainly wasn’t smiling.

XL removed her t-shirt but put her arms across her chest, covering her breasts and looked away. She was very shy. A few seconds later, she removed her hands and started massaging my hand. Despite the dimmed lighting, I could see she had a well-toned body, and a beautiful pair of nicely-shaped breasts, probably 33B. Now that she was literally sitting next to me, I saw a nubile young lady, very pleasant looking with eyes that captured my heart. My cock simultaneously came to life. Very alive.

(To be continued)

[rebotics]

Thanks to TS for sharing, camping for more!

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Originally Posted by rebotics

Thanks to TS for sharing, camping for more!

Thanks for supporting!

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Now that she was literally sitting next to me, I saw a nubile young lady, very pleasant looking with eyes that captured my heart. My cock simultaneously came to life. Very alive.

“Gege, ni bu yao sheng qi” (brother, don’t be angry), she said timidly. At this point, I decided to drop the prank, and not make things awkward. “Wo mei sheng qi ya, bu yao na me ren zhen” (I’m not angry, don’t be so serious), I said with a broad grin.

XL immediately cheered up and flashed a big smile. I ran my fingers along her smooth, flawless body, silently marvelling at her breasts as I physically inspected its softness, texture and size relative to the cup of my hand. I tugged at her shorts.

“Jin tian bu fang bian” (not convenient today), XL said shyly, again without looking at me. She inched closer to me, so it became easier for my two hands to comprehensively sample her body. It was almost like “compensation” for not being able to remove her shorts, or roam freely around her private area.

XL then bent forward and licked my nipples. Her soft breasts brushed against my lower body, causing my cock to adopt an even more rigid posture. She stopped abruptly and looked up. “Zhe yang ke yi ma?” (is this okay?), she asked. I nodded weakly while smiling ear to ear. Maybe it was the dimmed yellow lights, or maybe it was her “concern” over her quality of service; I visualized a submissive young lady - not bad looking at all, and with a body that many will envy – who earnestly wanted me to be pleased.

XL shifted her body a little so she could position herself comfortably to handle my cock. Her expression was priceless. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened. Prior to this, her line of sight could not see my cock. Now she had a full, unencumbered look at my raging tool at close quarters. My pre-cum made for a shiny look at the tip of my cock.

“Gege, zhen de hao da” (it’s really big), she gasped. “Hao da. Hao da”, she repeated, as she continued staring at my tool. She put a few drops of oil on her right her palm. With great anticipation, she grabbed my dick with her right hand. Perhaps she had a tiny hand, because the top tier of my cock emerged above her clenched fingers. She started to masturbate me, first with one hand, then with the other hand. I was tuning her erected nipples and cupping her soft, smooth breasts. I also switched to stroking her upper thighs occasionally, cheekily sliding a few fingers underneath her shorts without touching her panties.

“Zhe yang wo hui hen nan shou de” (its “difficult” for me this way), XL said, in an obvious reference to her own growing sexual desire. I ignored XL’s plea and continued teasing her, her nipples had hardened to a point of no return. Looking at her, she had closed her eyes and was biting her lips. I erupted like a fierce volcano and my sperm shot far and wide, staining my own body, all over her hands, and part of her body.

“Gege, ni hao bang” (you are awesome), XL said as she generously tore a realm of toilet paper to clean up the sperm-mess I made. As soon as she wiped her hands clean, she quickly put on her t-shirt.

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“Guo liang tian lai kan wo” (visit me in two days), XL said, looking at me straight in the eye for the first time. “Guo liang tian hui fang bian” (it will be convenient then), she continued.

As I unlocked my car door downstairs, I looked up at the apartment building, making a quick mental count on the floor level that I had just visited. I could see someone waving from one of the units from that floor, her hand outside the window. (I did not wave back).

“Kai che man dian” (drive slowly), she texted me, as I was driving out of the open carpark. Intuitively, I sensed XL was happy to meet me. I was looking forward to see her again, when it is “more convenient”…..

(To be continued)

[donten]

Awesome story bro, more please!

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Originally Posted by donten

Awesome story bro, more please!

Since you asked... why not !

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(Continuation)

“Kai che man dian” (drive slowly), she texted me, as I was driving out of the open carpark. Intuitively, I sensed XL was happy to meet me. I was looking forward to see her again, when it is “more convenient”…..

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It was five days after we first met. “How late can I come?”, I asked XL in Chinese. She suggested 10pm, as her last customer. I also pre-empted her that “we can go to a motel*, it would be more comfortable”. (I honestly did not like her place).

(*In China, hotels normally refer to fancy, 5-star rated establishments, like the Shangri-la Hotel. Motels (or lv guan) are modest, 2/3-star places, like 7 Days Inn or Motel 168; or Hotel 81 in Singapore)

Just after 9pm, XL texted me. “You can come anytime, I am free now.” At 9.30pm, I fetched XL from her apartment building.

I have never seen so many Indian people before, XL said excitedly during our short drive as we approached Hotel 81, near Sim Lim area. She had tied up her hair, wore a plain black t-shirt, jeans and a pair of ANTA sneakers. She was like a uni student. She carried a small backpack. (I later found out she did not own any handbag as “it was not necessary”). She was also in awe of the sights, sounds and smells of Little India, as we had to walk a short distance from the street parking lot to the hotel. Everything, it seemed, was new to XL. She was very excited and happy.

I brought along my travel toiletries pouch – toothbrush, toothpaste, shaver, shower gel/body wash, … and condoms. Hotel 81 was very basic, but it was clean and comfortable. It was certainly better than XL’s place.

I am booking you for two hours, I told XL upfront. No rush, I added. I folded a wad of toilet paper, wet it, and used it as my makeshift ashtray. XL did not smoke, but she was okay for me to smoke in the room. I grabbed the only chair in the room, moved it to the corner of the room and started to smoke. XL sat on the bed. We started to chat like friends.

XL was 22 when I met her. She was a native of Guizhou, one of the poorest provinces in China (I cannot remember the name of her village, up in the hills). She had never left her province prior to coming to Singapore, though her flight took her from Guizhou to Guangzhou as a stop-over. For context, XL’s village in Guiyang, the capital city of Guizhou province, required a 3-hour car ride. She told me she was a “nong cun gu niang” (village girl). Her family planted vegetables to sell in the market, and they had their own chicken pen. Basically, they were self-sufficient, at least food-wise. And during tourist seasons, she would work in a guest house, serving food and cleaning rooms.

I could see that XL was a simple person, in a good way. She had a healthy glow, most likely due to the healthy lifestyle and eating fresh home-grown food. She told me, back home, her day typically starts at 5am and she’s in bed by 10pm. She was tempted to come to Singapore after her “sister” had previously been here for a month, earning equivalent to almost two years’ salary back home, she claimed.

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Aren’t you worried I will behave in an untoward manner (by taking you to a motel), I asked XL, after she had told me about herself. Her reply – both naïve and comforting – put me in a difficult position.

My “sister” said Singapore is a safe place; the people are nice; and I can tell you are not a bad person. I felt I had to “correct” XL. While Singapore is generally safe and the people can be nice, bad things can happen, too, I told her. I can feel you are a nice person. I trust you, that’s why I came out with you, XL reiterated. It was obvious XL was at ease with me.

I was in a difficult position – XL was naïve; she was a straight-shooter; and she came across as a nice person, perhaps not yet contaminated by the many ills of the material world. I was hoping to coax her into being intimate with me, you know, like being able to fuck her. After she said she trusts me, I was not sure if I wanted to push my luck …..

I finished smoking and sat next to XL on the bed. I will sell you to the Indian guy downstairs, I joked. XL play-acted a damsel in distress, “bu yao, bu yao” (no/don’t want) she “wailed” as she hit me softly on my chest with both hands while smiling happily. I grabbed her two hands, rendering her defenceless, and kissed her cheek. I will shower first, she said, as if to get away from me before my next move. I handed her my shower gel, and I could hear the bathroom door lock behind XL. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have sex with XL anymore, it just didn’t feel right…..

(To be continued)

[wattonhenry]

*raise eyebrows* - I’m really surprised that you have second thoughts when you are already at the motel @Online2Offline. What happened to that killer instinct. Kekeke….

[hkbond]

Perhaps that will change when XL comes out of the shower

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Originally Posted by wattonhenry

*raise eyebrows* - I’m really surprised that you have second thoughts when you are already at the motel @Online2Offline. What happened to that killer instinct. Kekeke….

Bro, sometimes need to pause and re-assess if such ruthless determination is the only way, given the context. Maybe there are other more conciliatory ways…..

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Originally Posted by hkbond

Perhaps that will change when XL comes out of the shower

I am also very hopeful that would be the case.....

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I handed her my shower gel, and I could hear the bathroom door lock behind XL. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have sex with XL anymore, it just didn’t feel right…..

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Obviously, I am no angel. But I’m no devil, too. I’d like to think I’m a conscientious fucker. XL seemed like an innocent, naïve, village girl. I decided to “go with the flow” rather than work towards the end-goal of penetrating her pussy, which I have not seen before, let alone taste or otherwise.

XL came out of the bathroom, covering her modesty with the thin hotel towel. “I smell like a man”, she said in Chinese in a low-pitched voice, contorting her face, which made her look and sound both cute and funny. (I was using Molton Brown’s Russian Leather Body Wash).

I like men, I shot back. She smacked my bums as I walked past her into the bathroom.

XL was sitting by the edge of the bed with her feet close to the floor when I came out of the bathroom. There is only one option with the lights, she said. Having been to Hotel 81 numerous times, I knew exactly what she was referring to – you either “on” or “off” the bedroom lights, there was no option to keep one light “on” and the other “off”. Like how I “managed” this situation in the past, I suggested we leave the bathroom door open with the lights on, then switch off the room lights so it wouldn’t be pitch dark in the bedroom.

XL waited until I switched off the bedroom lights before she moved closer to the middle of the bed. Instantly, her towel opened up, revealing her beautifully shaped breasts despite the limited lighting in the bedroom. She was wearing her panties.

This room is better than mine, she said, making conversation as she rubbed my back with a little oil. How much does it cost? I told her it was not expensive, and although it’s a basic, no frills room, I was happy with it. She said we could come here again in future. I don’t know if it’s her innocence or she was just being customer friendly - somehow XL provided a positive vibe. She was happy that I was happy.

I turned around, face up, to let XL massage my thighs. My cock was already pointing at the ceiling, but not yet fully erect in its expanded form.

I have been working for a few days, and you have the biggest cock, XL told me. What about your boyfriend, I asked her. She said she had a boyfriend before, but he had a small dick. As with conversations of this nature, it led to more erotic talk.

Do you like a big cock, I teased her. “Wo bu zhi dao” (I have no idea), she replied shyly, almost whispering. Her fingers were rubbing very close to my cock and balls, touching my pubic hair. It was visible, even in the dimly-lit surrounding, that my cock was waving on its own.

My hands crept towards and rubbed XL’s panties, I could feel her pubic hair. I could also feel her panties was damp. You didn’t wipe dry properly, I commented; the towel was damp when I had it around my body earlier, she replied smartly. Till this point, XL had not touched my cock directly, though she made sporadic, fleeting contact while working on my inner thighs.

“Zhe yang hen shu fu” (very comfortable this way), I said as XL continued working on my thighs. It was my way of buying time, to see what her reaction would be, as I continued rubbing her panties. “Ni shu fu ma?” (are you comfortable?), I continued. XL did not reply. She turned her head slightly to look sideways, avoiding eye contact and refusing to look at my cock. The view from the side was nice. While she did not have a sharp nose, the contour was complimentary to her overall facial features. I also noticed she was biting her lips.

I decided to slide one finger underneath her panties. My middle finger brushed past her public hair and made minimal contact with her pussy lips. I can confirm that she was wet. I quickly pulled my finger away and continued to rub her panties from the outside.

“Shu fu”(comfortable), XL said in a small voice. I then ran my fingers along the edge of her panties, and I could feel strands of her pubic hair protruding out. “Hen shu fu”, she said, this time slightly louder. “Wo neng tuo ni de nei ku ma?” (can I remove your panties?), I requested. “Bie ren wo bu rang… ni ke yi” (I won’t let others… but you can), she whispered again.

I sat up, slowly guided XL’s body to lay on the bed, and in an even slower motion, peeled off her panties, gradually lowering it to her ankles before taking it off completely.

(To be continued)