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The girl who friendzoned me (LL)
James caught up with a friend who friendzoned him many years back. Now that he is successful and has gotten ahead in life, she wants another shot. James however, has other ideas. Follow James as he employs his bag of tricks and deception, while messing with another guy who is Lydia’s current BFF.
... I was walking along the row of restaurants at Holland Village when i heard someone call my name. Lydia : James! Turning my head, i saw a familiar face that brought back many memories. Lydia waved to me eagerly and literally bounced across the street over to where i was. Lydia : Hey how are you man? James : Yo Lydia. Long time no see. I met Lydia when we were in University and i actively pursued her back then. We were close, we did everything couples do. We go for meals, watch movies, on occasions, Lydia will link arms with me for a few seconds but we are not an item. She considers me a friend, a close friend. James : does this mean we are… I will ask the same thing everytime Lydia link arms with me like some sad, desperate man. Her answer will always be the same. Lydia : I only see you as my good friend James, my best friend, my BFF. I hope we can always stay this way! Yes, i’ve been friendzoned simply because i was too nice. I’m always so accommodating, listening to her complaints about other men going after her and giving her sound advice. I was always there when she called, my friends gave me the nickname of ‘a spare tire’. You know what sucks? When i see Lydia getting into a relationship with another guy, and then she had the cheek to come and tell me everything about them. What they did, where they went, basically bitch about everything she is not happy about while commenting that i know her best. How do you think i felt as i listen to her talk about her relationship when i have feelings for her? I was young then, unfamiliar with the ways of adulthood but eventually i learnt. I eventually wised up to the idea that Lydia will never be mine. I will never be good enough for her and it’s time to move on. I took the opportunity to cut off contact when i accepted an overseas posting for a year. It’s not a long period, but long enough for me to cut her out. Lydia tried to get in touch with me but i refused to return her emails and i do not have any social media accounts. Eventually she stopped. I moved on and i thought i will never see her again but i never expect to see her along the street. It’s been more than 10 years and i’m no longer the 24 year old kid fresh out of University. I’m 35 and you could say i’m about to hit the prime of my life. Lydia : Where did you go man? you just like disappeared, you never even attend any of the class gatherings. James : i was overseas for a while and took me a while to adjust. Really busy period for me back then. How are you? Lydia : Still the same … passing days haha… I walked towards the carpark and Lydia just fell in step beside me, trying to catch up the lost years between us. Lydia : so you happily married now? She asked while sneaking a quick look at my ring finger only to see it empty. James : No not yet…but i’m dating. Lydia : Oh ? girlfriend? i bet she must be hot haha… James : Not exactly girlfriend, am seeing a few girls to see which one works. Lydia : Wow…steady la James. haha. Arriving at the carpark, I asked Lydia if she is still staying at Clementi. Lydia : Yeah…same place…no progress…haha James : I’ll give you a lift … Lydia : Really? i won’t turn you down since we are BFF back then ya haha… Lydia’s eyes lit up when she saw me open the door to the white Tesla. She commented that she has never been in one and was in awe that the airconditioning is already switched on. Lydia : Wow James…you are really doing pretty well ah. COE is so expensive now … James: ok la. just passing days. I asked if Lydia mind that i make a quick detour to my place to drop off some food for my helper. Lydia : Wow. you are so nice to even buy food for her. James : Nah, just a simple takeaway. so she no need to cook. When Lydia watched me turn into the landed property at old Holland road, she just stared at me with her mouth open. Lydia : What the hell James? such a big place and you are living in it alone? James : 3 storey with attic and a basement, yeah it’s a bit big but the smallest i could find around her. I like the location, it’s near to Bouna vista where i work. Lydia : wow… James : Next time maybe can come over my place for a gathering. Are you still in contact with the rest of the classmates. The door opened and my helper Sui, came out to pick up her food. Lydia : That one is your helper? oh my god. Are you kidding me? Sui is from Myanmar and she actually has a university degree but was forced to take up the role of a domestic helper due to family circumstances. Sui is really fair and at once glance, many mistook her as my sister or even my girlfriend. She falsely declared her age but the agent still got her into Singapore. It was a bait and switch trick by the maid agency, showing me the picture of one while giving me another. At 1.6m all, Sui has shoulder length hair and a good perky bum. Her full B cup tits pushed against the singlets i bought for her because i ordered them a size smaller. Sui was practically a scared young adult who started working for me when she was only 19, but i got through to her. I showed her care and concern, i gave her stuff that other employers will not. And you do not need to be a genius to guess that Sui does more than household work in my place. Lydia : Bullshit James…i don’t believe you… I wind down the window and Sui came over to pick up her food. Sui : Sir…the dry cleaning came back, but got missing clothes. James : I’ll call them. Sui : Sir, this Sunday my sister off day, can i have off day too? James : yeah sure go ahead. Sui there’s a bag of gym clothes at the back. Sui opened the back door of my model Y and took out the gym bag along with my boxing gloves and shin guard, adding that she will air them in the yard. She even said hi to Lydia, asking if she is coming into the house, if so, she will make a pot of tea. James : No not today Sui, i’m just dropping her off. Sui smiled, gave a slight bow as i backed the car out of my driveway. From the corner of my eye, i could see Lydia eyeing me. We were BFF once, i know how she thinks. I know everything about her. I could practically see how her mind works. We exchanged numbers and i made the gentlemanly gesture of walking her up to her place, something i’ve done countless times before when we were in our early twenties. Lydia walked on ahead and called her mother out. Lydia : Ma. still recognise him? It’s James! James : Hi Auntie… I greeted the woman who once received me warmly and commented that i’m so much better than the others Lydia was dating. After a bit of casual chat, i turned to leave and i heard Lydia calling out to me. At 33, in a rut in her career, with no relationship and chancing upon a good catch, i could see where this is going when Lydia called me back. Lydia : Hey James…if you are free, we can grab dinner sometimes…i work in Jurong, quite near your workplace. We can you know…sort of reconnect and catch up on the lost years. Maybe do some stuff together. I smiled. James : sure… I walked away, leaving Lydia with a smile on her face. Oh i want to reconnect, but not in a way Lydia expects. There is so much i want to do to her. i loved her, and i hated her. Do you know how it feels to love someone and watch her go out with another? Do you know how it feels to see pictures of her going for staycation with other guys when i have a deep crush for her? I want to do stuff to her, i want to do a lot of things to her. Things that are too obscene to be put into words. ... Read more here |
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My wife is selling her worn gym gear online
James discovers a troubling side gig his wife has going on. The more he digs, the deeper he falls into the rabbit hole. Can you accept your wife selling her worn clothes to other perverts? Just as James come to terms with what he can accept, he finds out something darker. His wife Sarah, is selling more than her worn gym gear.
James followed Sarah and saw her being used as a tool for foreplay on a gym ball, to being forced upon in a commercial kitchen, but there seems to be more than meets the eye as everything unraveled. ... If you like fitness babes and have been scrolling through enough feeds and contents with pretty girls at the gym, i’m sure you have come across my wife Sarah. With her petite figure and infectious smile, she captivated those around her effortlessly. She exuded a kind of magnetic energy that made it impossible not to take notice. Her body was tight and toned – her sculpted arms were the envy of many and her waistline made it possible for her to pick out anything in size S and make it look good like it was made for her. What also made Sarah stand out was her curves in all the right places. Her hips were full yet toned, giving her a classic hourglass figure that every woman envies, but the real showstopper were those long, shapely legs. The crown jewel of Sarah’s body is undoubtedly her breasts which sit high – a perfect B cup with just enough cleavage to tantalize without compromising any beauty or elegance. She worked out at the gym regularly, creating content for her tik tok channel which now has close to 10000 followers. Thankfully, she did not develop any thunder thighs that some girls did. There is this invisible line when it comes to sculpting your body that once crossed, simply makes you unappealing to the majority of men. Being visual creatures, we prefer women who have toned physiques without sacrificing their femininity by building overly large muscles that aren’t necessary. Sarah has managed to accomplish it all. Her tik tok channel mostly consist of female followers, but i knew there are a growing number of men. Men who have taking an interest to see her work out while clad in tight leggings and sports bra. A bonus perhaps for the male viewers is that she likes light coloured leggings, with white dominating most of her wardrobe. Sometimes, shadows at certain angles do play tricks on one’s eye. However, every content creators knows it is exactly contents like this that will bait clicks and followers. Thirst trap as they call it. Base on the number of likes and hits on her video, i can pretty much tell what contents the men are after. They want to hear her pant, see her perspire and to hit the like button when she smiled with droplets of perspiration rolling down her collarbone into her cleavage. The content creation is just a side gig for Sarah and i know it’s a hobby of sort, so i don’t really bother keeping track. With her body in such a perfect condition, what more can i complain of as a husband? She does get the occasional endorsement for products but mostly small gigs. Sex is amazing with her and i’m the envy of all my friends. What the faceless men fantasised about online, i get to do it for real with Sarah. We live in a nice cosy 4 room flat in Bedok, both of us hold professional jobs. Money is not an issue, we don’t like pets, no plans for children and neither one of us could drive. We only travel once a year, we’re really comfortable with what we have. I went about my daily life, not expecting any big changes, until something happened that totally surprised me. That was the day I discovered the thing that had me completely perplexed. While chasing a stray lizard to the shoe cabinet with a rolled up newspaper, i accidentally stumbled onto a wrapped package. It had no labels or anything on it. Curious, i tore the brown wrapper and saw a ziplock bag. I carefully unwrapped it, revealing a pair of black workout leggings. Sarah has plenty of leggings and tights like this, but why would this be in the shoe cabinet tuck in between her shoe boxes and heels? I left the item on the table and waited for her to come home. When Sarah stepped through the door in a white singlet, grey cotton shorts, and flip flops, i said a silent prayer of thanks that i have her as my wife. Her hair is still damp from her post gym shower and i could see the healthy glean on her skin from the lotion she applied. The sight of her immediately gave me a hardon. James: Dear. why is there a pair of tights in the shoe cabinet? She saw the leggings and the unwrapped bag and i caught that surprised pause. She’s my wife, i know her like the back of my hand, i could tell right away if something is up. Sarah :Oh…that… She hesitated for a moment before adding that the size is wrong, and she was about to send it back for a refund. James: Oh…sorry i unwrapped it. Didn’t know what it is… Sarah : It’s ok…i’ll just wrap it again later. My wife took the tights off the table and as i stared at my laptop screen, i had this weird feeling that something is off. I went to the kitchen and opened the drawer where we keep our ziplock bags. You see, Sarah and i seldom cook, and we don’t keep left overs. The only time we use ziplock bags are when we travel. I looked into the drawer and realised that all our ziplock bags are gone. Not a single one is left, only the empty box that held the bag remains. Returning to the living room, i looked at my wife’s bag she left on the chair. I could hear her talking to her mother on the phone in the room and i decided to do something i never did before. I went through the contents of her bag and found a white slip of paper. A receipt for a registered mail package that was just sent by the postal office opposite our place 15 minutes ago. She was supposed to be at the gym, i never hear her mention anything about heading to the post office. It’s been ages since we sent anything via mail too. I told myself perhaps it was one of those refund for wrong sizes she bought online but something inside my gut told me things are not that simple. My attention went to her gym bag and i unzipped is carefully. Going through her clothes, i found the dress and heels she wore to work that morning. Yes. Dress and heels. Only, Dress and heels. I closed the bag and my mind began working out the possible reasons why her workout clothes, sports bra, leggings, socks, shoes and the lingerie she wore to work that day is missing. ... Read more here |
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Be careful what you wish for
James is a stalker. A pervert. He enjoys upskirts, sneaking into toilets to watch girls pee, and stealing lingerie from laundry racks. He comes across a magical lamp and is granted three wishes. What would a pervert like him wish for?
A word of warning, while most erotica is written to turn you on, this one will give you erectile dysfunction. ... James walked behind the pretty 20 year old who alighted at the same bus stop as he did. His eyes kept looking at her buttocks as she walked along the quiet path. Her eyes were glued to her phone, unaware that a stalker is following her. James’ hand reached for his crotch and started touching himself as he visually undresses the girl’s top. He pictures himself holding onto the end of her braided hair tugging her head back as he have sex with her. His eyes were glued to the dress she was wearing. The hem of the dress ended well above her knees and the path she was taking is leading her towards an overhead bridge. If she go up the stairs, he will be able to see her upskirt. James licked his lips and followed closely behind the girl. Just as he predicted, the girl started climbing the overhead bridge while James positioned himself behind her for the perfect view. The girl’s black lace thong was exposed to James’ eyes. The fabric pressed against her skin as she took each step up the stairs, revealing her curves in its entirety. The sight of it mesmerized James and he started getting aroused. He licked his lips once more as he watched the girl ascend up the stairs, his eyes never leaving her butt. When he reached the top of the stairs, he looked around to make sure the bridge was empty before whipping out his penis. It was the most thrilling experience he ever felt. He started masturbating while looking at the back view of the girl in front of him. His breathing grew heavier and his hands moved faster with each passing second. He began to stroke his penis while looking at the back view of the girl, fantasizing about all the perverted things he would do with her if given the chance. James kept on stroking himself as he looked up at the girl’s buttocks swaying from side to side as she walked away. He mumbles softly to himself as he masturbated. James : you want this huh? you want some of this? mmm? fucking slut! wear so short…argnhh..arhgh! i’m going to shoot inside you mmmh! arnghhh! His mind was filled with naughty thoughts and before long, the thrill of doing it outdoors prompted him to reach his climax just in time for the girl to reach the end of the bridge. He turned away from the girl and towards the planter behind the bridge railings. James released into the shrubs of bougainvillea while grunting in pleasure. James : arnghhhh! arnghhhh… He panted while releasing squirts of semen and he turned to look at the girl who has reached the bottom of the stairs on the other side of the road. She’s still looking at her phone, unaware that her body just provided James with the visual material for him to jerk off. James : Stupid girl…arnghh…so late walking home still look at handphone..arnghhh…you deserve to run into perverts like me. arnghhh…hahah… James wiped his hands against the metal railings and was about to head off when he noticed a gleaming metal lamp beside where he just shot his load. It’s plated in gold and it looked like it could be worth something. He picked it up and gave it a rub to see if the paint comes off. A cold gust of wind hit him and when James turned around, he saw a grinning old man smiling at him. Arthur : Hello James… James : arnghhhh! James dropped the lamp and immediately started running away. The only thing he could think of was the man had caught him masturbating in public. He sprinted 3 blocks, not stopping even to catch his breath until he reached the lift lobby of his place. He hit the lift button and when the door opened, he saw the same lamp staring at him in the middle of the lift. James: What the fuck… Arthur gave James a tap on his shoulder, prompting him to jump. James : ARGHHHHH! Arthur : Shhhhh… James : Who are you? what do you want? Arthur : I am the genie from the lamp and i’m here to grant you 3 wishes. James took a second to process what Arthur said and he started laughing. James : hahaha…fucking drunk…fuck off and stop following me. crazy… He entered the lift and shut the door, leaving Arthur at the lobby. As soon as the door shut, Arthur appeared beside him again. James : ARGHHHHHHHHH fuck! what the fuck! Arthur : I’m not leaving until i grant you your wishes James… James : Is this some sick joke? Arthur : Not as sick as you masturbating in public… James : what…? James was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. Arthur : 3 wishes James…come on…what do you have to lose? hehehe The lift reached James’ level and having satisfied his fetish that evening, he just want to head home to rest. James : 3 wishes yeah? fine…I wish for woman to show me their pussy…can? Crazy… Arthur grinned. Arthur : Your wish is my command. James unlock his gate and when he turned to look at Arthur, he’s gone, it’s like he was never there. He shut the door behind him and sitting on his coffee table, was the same lamp that followed him from the overhead bridge back home. James : I must be drunk… James said, thinking of the bottle of beer he had at the coffee shop during dinner. He rubbed his eyes and went right to bed, unaware that he is about to get exactly what he asks for, albeit with a bit of surprise. ... Read more here |
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Re: Be careful what you wish for
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New year traditions
Juliette visits James’ family for Chinese New Year, and there are some traditions she must follow.
She is about to be introduced to James’ family traditions, one that includes active participation by all his uncles & male cousins. ...... Juliette’s heart fluttered with nervous excitement as she stood outside James’ family home, the sounds of laughter and chatter escaping through the slightly ajar door. She straightened her knee-length cheongsam dress, the vibrant scarlet fabric adorned with delicate golden embroidery that traced the contours of blooming cherry blossoms. The intricate patterns seemed to mirror Juliette’s own journey, her roots in Singapore intertwining with her Australian upbringing. It had been quite some time since she had returned to Singapore. If not for James, she most likely would not have come back, especially considering that her extended family were the only ones still living there. She pulled out her phone and activated the camera, capturing a video of her outfit for the day, including her matching heels. She then shared it on TikTok, where all her friends were flaunting their figures and traditional cheongsams. She didn’t want to be the only one not participating in this social media trend. Juliette smoothed down the hem of her cheongsam and instinctively checked the fit around her buttocks. The tightness of the traditional Chinese dress left little to the imagination, even showing the outline of her smallest underwear. A thong was her only option. When she walked, the slit on the right side revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh, causing her to worry about accidentally exposing her undergarments if she crossed her legs later on. Juliette : don’t cross your legs…don’t cross your legs… Juliette muttered to herself as she removed her high heels and set it by the side of the large door. She straightened her posture and glanced behind her, relieved that nobody was standing there to witness the potential wardrobe malfunction caused by her short and snug cheongsam. With a deep breath, Juliette pushed open the door to reveal a lively scene that unfolded before her. A wave of warmth enveloped her, not just from the cozy ambiance, but also from the smiles that greeted her. “hey…look who’s here…James’ girlfriend!” As Juliette entered the spacious family home, all eyes turned to her, and she smiled bashfully as she scanned the crowd for James amidst a sea of faces. She stepped inside, and fragrant wafts of steamed dumplings and stir-fried delicacies mingled delightfully in the air. The kids are getting red packets and she could hear the usual greetings being used, ‘gong xi fa cai’ , Shen ti jian kang’, ‘kuai gao zhang da’ by James’ family. Amidst the joyful chaos, Juliette’s eyes searched for James. She found him by the long dining table, his eyes alight with anticipation as hecame over and introduced her to his family. James : Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Juliette. James took her hand and led her through the crowd, introducing her to each family member with pride. What puzzled her was that everyone lined up around the living area and she was introduced to all the women first before the men. Thinking it’s some chinese traditions, she did not question it at all. After the ladies were introduced, they excused themselves and went up to level 2. Juliette : ermmm…dear…what are we waiting for? James : family traditions. We wait for the ladies to excuse themselves before i introduce a new family member to the uncles and cousins, the male members of the family. Juliette : oh…ok… When the last female member of the family walked up the stairs, Juliette realised she is the only female left in the living area. James : This is Uncle Tong…my dad’s older brother. Juliette smiled and shook Tong’s hand. Looking into Uncle Tong’s eyes, Juliette noticed the twinkle of mischief hidden behind his worn-out features. Uncle Tong stood before her, a man of substantial girth and balding head, the last remnants of hair clinging desperately to his scalp. His eyes were small and beady, darting around with an unsettling intensity that made Juliette uncomfortable. His leery smile stretched across his face, revealing yellowed teeth that seemed to match the unflattering light in the room. His face bore the resemblence of a textbook ‘tiko pek’ (Perverted uncle) complete with a mole that had hair sticking out the end of it under his chin. Tong is the kind of man that you will feel uncomfortable with if he were behind you on an escalator and you were wearing a skirt. Juliette was then introduced to Uncle Beng, a thin and scrawny man. Beng stood a few inches taller than Juliette, his lanky frame emphasized by the loose-fitting clothes he wore. His skin was a deep golden tan, as if he had spent endless hours basking under the hot Singaporean sun. His physique appeared almost fragile, his limbs slender and lacking in muscle. Beng’s thin lips stretched into a smile as he extended his hand towards Juliette. The dark skin, the loose clothes, it painted a picture of a rag and bone man pushing a trolley of cardboards in Singapore for Juliette. As their hands met, an uncomfortable shiver traveled up Juliette’s spine. Beng’s eyes lingered on her for an uncomfortable moment, their gaze almost invasive. It was as if he possessed an ability to undress her with just a single glance, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She quickly withdrew her hand, tucking it safely at her side. If there were any awkwardness, Juliette was the only one that felt it. Moving down the line, Juliette could barely remember the names of all the aunties and nieces introduced to her earlier but somehow the names of the uncles were etched into her brain. James : This is my cousin, Vincent. Juliette was a little taken aback when she saw Vincent licked his lips as he out rightly ogled at her breast. He even stuck out his tongue and panted like a puppy while shaking her hand. It’s struck her that Vincent must have some developmental issues. She felt so weird and uncomfortable but her boyfriend was oblivious to it and he continued with the introductions. James : And finally, my youngest cousin, Ravi Juliette’s eyes widened as she never figured James to have an Indian cousin. James saw the question in her eyes and promptly answered the question she never asked. James : Distant cousin, but we are very close. My aunt married and relocated to India. Juliette : I see. Ravi looks like the typical Indian of average build. He had curly hair and wears too many accessories on his fingers. Juliette immediately had this mental image of Ravi making Prata in a hawker stall, she always associated Indian men with making Pratas and she wondered how is Ravi going to knead those dough with his fingers full of rings. After the introductions was completed, Juliette was led to the kitchen. James : dear, my family is very particular with traditions, and there are some things we need to do. Juliette : I know. I came prepared. Juliette brought out two mandarin oranges from her bag, she knew she had to greet and wish all the elders as a form of respect. Some families even expect the younger generation to kneel down for the gesture. James : My family traditions is a bit different though. James gently lifted a delicate porcelain cup from the tray and extended it towards Juliette. The fragrant steam rising from the cup carried the sweet scent of flowers, enticing her senses. She carefully cradled the warm cup in her hands, taking in its elegant design before bringing it to her lips. The first sip of tea was like a burst of flavor on her tongue, a delightful mix of floral notes and subtle sweetness. She couldn’t resist finishing the entire cup in one swift gulp, savoring every last drop of the delicious brew. Juliette : oh my, what tea is this? James topped up her cup and Juliette finished it again. James : It’s a family brew. James said with a wide smile. Juliette : Family brew? As Juliette finished her third cup of tea, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. The room seemed to spin around her, and the walls appeared to ripple like a mirage in the desert. Her limbs suddenly felt heavy, as if weighted down by invisible chains. She reached out to steady herself on the counter, but her hand trembled uncontrollably. Juliette felt a surge of panic rising within her. She desperately tried to vocalize her distress, but her words came out gurgling and incoherent. Juliette tried to look into James’s eyes, pleading for help, but all she saw was a distant, unreadable expression. Then she heard James announce to his family that they are ready for the family traditions before he stroked her arms and whispered by her ears. James : Relax…everything is going to be fine. Just relax. James helped Juliette up and brought her to the living area where his uncles and cousins are gathered. She was put on a chair and two oranges were put onto her hand. James went behind her and held onto her wrist, manipulating them together as if she was doing a new year greeting. She felt weird, her hands were too weak to make that greeting gestured on their own without help. James : Happy new year… Juliette could not speak, her eyes started to focus on Uncle Tong. She’s wide awake but she could not move. Tong came closer to Juliette and just when she thought Tong will accept the oranges and give her a red packet, Tong’s hands went to her breast. Juliette: gasp..ernghhh… Tong squeezed onto Juliette’s breast with both hands and he shook them twice. Tong : Happy new year Juliette. Juliette felt so helpless but there was nothing she could do. She didn’t understand what is happening. All she knew was all the men in the family were lining up and she could see the eagerness in Vincent and Ravi’s eyes. As if that were not worrying enough, Juliette saw Vincent rubbing his own crotch while staring at her eagerly from the back of the line. .... Read more here |
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Re: Sensual Adult Fiction - www.sensualsingapore.com
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My innocent girlfriend volunteers at a worker's hostel (FF)
James’ sweetheart girlfriend volunteers at a foreign worker’s hostel. All are well until alcohol comes into the picture. Drunk men, charged hormones, a hostel that is like a maze to get out of, do your math. Join James and Naomi as they run, hide, fight and eventually barter their way out of the hostel. Along the way, James did not forget to take advantage of his girlfriend’s classmates. The best place to hide a secret, is amongst the chaos created by others.
... When Naomi told me about her plans to volunteer at a worker’s hostel, i almost fell off my chair. James : Are you out of your mind? Naomi : Why would you say that? Naomi was a social science major and one of her modules required her to volunteer with an organization that worked with migrant workers. She had always been passionate about social justice issues and saw this as an opportunity to gain hands-on experience in the field. James : There are so many other organisations out there, why are you choosing this one, you are going to be working with all the foreign workers in their hostel! Sounds like you are going to get gang raped! Naomi : Tsk! Naomi smacked me on my head. Naomi : Can you don’t talk nonsense like that! James: I’m serious. Just think about it dear. Those men, they are separated from their wives, they have not touched a woman in so long, and you, you are walking in there like this? it’s like delivering fresh meat to the mouth of a predator! Naomi : Don’t be silly. I’m not going in alone duh. We are going in as a group. There’s a whole class of us. James : That makes it worse. Whole class of girls? Naomi : Yes. James : That’s like starting a feeding frenzy. Naomi : Our lecturer Mr Chan will also be there, we will be liaising with some of the workers who are active community leaders in the hostel. James : I cannot believe this. Dear, please don’t do this. you will not make it out of there. Naomi laughed as she climbed into bed beside me. Naomi : Don’t be silly. I’m not the prettiest, i don’t have big boobs or anything, no one will be interested in me. James: you have the perfect Singapore girl next door vibe dear. All the men will like you… Naomi : I think you are the only one that likes me…mmmh… She cuddled up against me and starts nibbling me on my neck. James : Please, dear, think this through, you are going to get raped in there. Don’t keep looking at the whole though those innocent eyes of yours. The men will visually rape you the moment you step in there. Naomi : You are over thinking it. James: I’m not, trust me, i’m a pervert, i know how they think. Naomi : haha…then why don’t you come with me then? It’s every Sunday morning till 3 in the afternoon. James : Can i? Naomi : I can tell Mr Chan, i think some of my friends are bringing their boyfriend along too. I’m sure he doesn’t mind a few extra chaperons. James: See! i’m not the only one that has concerns about the safety aspect of this volunteering project. Naomi : I’ve seen pictures and videos of the hostel, i think these people need help and support. They sacrificed so much to come bad help us build up our country. I tried my best to talk Naomi out of it but i failed terribly. On the first Sunday of the project, i went with Naomi to the hostel located near Pandan Reservoir. It held 800 workers and comes with it’s own mini-mart and basket ball court. There’s even a lounge complete with pool tables and 4 TVs showing different channels. I hung around the back of the group as the hostel manager Moothi showed everyone around. We were greeted by the sight of dozens of foreign workers sitting around tables, eating their meals and chatting loudly. The hostel was a maze of corridors and rooms, with narrow staircases leading to different floors. The manager warned everyone to be careful when going through the corridors alone as some of the workers liked to drink and sometimes, things may get rowdy. I looked into the rooms and notice how cramped and basic the living conditions were for these workers. They slept in small bunk beds, shared bathrooms with several others and had limited space for their belongings. It reminded me of army bunks, but one which has not gone through any stand by bed by the sergeant major. As the girls delved into learning about the workers’ backgrounds, my attention was consumed by the predatory gazes directed at them. The men’s eyes roamed hungrily over the girls, their bodies tensed and ready to pounce. It was a primal, unnerving feeling that made my skin crawl with unease and suspicion. If i were to place myself in their shoes, i knew what i would be thinking. I knew what i would want to do to those girls, some of them so fair, so pretty, so young and nubile. And all of them are of the perfect breeding age. After all, who could resist the hormones and loneliness when you’re away from your family for years, sleeping in a cramped room with no privacy and longing for any semblance of normalcy in your life? The first visit passed without incident, and the 2nd. Then the 3rd. Just when everyone was getting a bit comfortable, things took a drastic change. Naomi’s 4th visit with her friends, coincided with the eve of a public holiday. There were 16 of us that day, and only 3 guy chaperones. Mr Chan, me and Alex, who is the boyfriend of Samantha, one of Naomi’s classmate. I felt some unease when i smelled alcohol the moment we stepped into the hostel. Perhaps emboldened by alcohol, some of the workers make lewd comments and cat calls at the girls. I decided to keep a watchful eye on Naomi and her friends, making sure they were protected from the overt stares and advances of the men. As the day wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface, as if a pressure cooker was about to explode. When it was time to leave, i quickly reminded the group, eager to leave the premise. Suddenly there was a loud bang near the gate. Moothi checked and told us that some of the men are probably drunk and fighting. Moothi : Ok…all ok… Later police come. You all wait in office for a while. Moothi left the group of us in the office and went out. He did not return and everyone was starting to get worried. Mr Chan : Moothi is not returning my call… We were suppose to end the session at 3pm, but it’s already 4pm and we were still stuck inside the hostel. Mr Chan decided to just lead the group out but the moment we opened the office door, we realised we were surrounded by a group of men, their eyes clouded with alcohol and desperation. Chan tried to ask them to make way, some other workers who they worked with tried to intervene but things get heated and a fight broke out right in front of the office. Chan : Back, everyone back! We locked ourselves in the office and Chan decided to call the police. Suddenly, there were shouts and thumping on the door. The workers were trying to break the door down. I turned and looked at Naomi and then at the rest of the girls. It soon became clear to everyone that unless we do something, it’s going to be too late by the time the police gets here. ... Read more here |
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New year traditions ( James edition )
James is about to meet his girlfriend’s family for the first time. He is aware that Lisa’s family is very traditional, there are some practices and traditions that they go through during Chinese New year. She has warned him about it. As a Singaporean, he thought he has seen it all, but not until he visited Lisa’s family and gets greeted by her female cousins. All 6 of them.
... It’s the first day of Chinese New year, i’m up at 7am even before my alarm went off. Opening my room door, i could see my parents are already up and about. They were busy making offerings to my grandparents who has already passed on, and getting the house ready for visiting relatives. I washed up, got changed and wished my parents Happy New year with 2 mandarin oranges. They will be seated on the chair, and after i wished both of them, they will give me a red packet. We will have breakfast together, the TV will be playing New year programs in the background. The lights in the living room are all switched on and we will greet neighbours walking by the corridor too. This is traditions for me on the first day of CNY. I will chill at home for a bit before making plans either to visit friends, cousins, or when i’m attached, to visit my girlfriend’s parents. I got attached about 6 months ago to Lisa. I must have done some good deeds in my past life to meet Lisa and have her as my girlfriend. She’s not only hot, she has that kind of looks that doesn’t just turn heads, but causes entire rooms to pause. Her hair is a cascade of dark silk, often pulled back into a playful ponytail that bounces with each spirited step she takes. Ponytail that when slapped across your cheeks on a crowded MRT, will make you smile instead of getting you irritated. Her eyes, a deep and lustrous brown, are windows to a soul filled with mirth and intelligence, often alight with a mischievous spark. She the smiling girl from elite schools that neighbourhood boys like me can only ogle from afar. Her skin has the soft glow of porcelain, but it’s her smile that truly defines her—a curve so sweet and inviting it’s as if it holds secrets to untold joy. Especially when i bury myself into her, that smile is worth a million bucks. Lisa’s fashion sense is as spunky as her personality; she favors bold colors that compliment her youthful exuberance and dresses in a way that merges the latest trends with a touch of traditional elegance. Her laughter is a melody that dances through the air—playful, sonorous, and utterly contagious. With an energetic stride, Lisa moves with the confidence of someone who knows exactly who she is and where she’s going. And to top it all off, she has a damm high sex drive. For someone who has never been religious, i started thanking gods after Lisa and i became an item. When i got to Lisa’s place at a landed estate in Serangoon Gardens, i could see plenty of footwear lining the mat outside the main door. What surprised me was how many pair of beautiful, seductive high heels there were, one of which i recognised belonged to my girlfriend. The gate to the house is locked so i hit the doorbell and waved into the camera. I heard a buzz and the magnetic catch unlocked. I stepped into the carporch and the door to the house opened. Instead of Lisa, a beautiful woman i’ve never seen before stepped out and slipped into her heels. My eyes swept over her attire, taking in the unexpected blend of tradition and modernity she wore so effortlessly. She was dressed in a cheongsam that seemed to capture the essence of spring itself. The fabric clung softly to her form, adorned with a garden of pastel florals that whispered of new beginnings. The dress was a canvas of artistry, its mandarin collar perched delicately at her neck, as if crowning her with understated nobility. Her hair, a cascade of wavy chestnut locks, framed her face with a gentle, flowing grace, catching the light as if kissed by the sun. The cheongsam cut off just above her knees, revealing legs that were accentuated by the most striking pair of high heels in a shade of sky blue — an echo of the clear, hopeful skies outside her window. I was entranced, not just by her beauty or the enchanting blend of silk and color she wore, but by the entirety of her — the poise, the gracefulness of how she carried herself. Sarah : Hi You must be Lisa’s boyfriend James. I’m Sarah, Lisa’s cousin. She extended her hand i had to bite down on my teeth so i won’t go ‘wow’ and how beautiful she is. James : ermm…yah, hi. Sarah : James, as the eldest cousin, i need to inform you that there are some traditions that the family observes for Chinese New Year. There are some things you need to perform, before you can meet Lisa. James : oh…ermm…ok…What do i need to do? I immediately took out the oranges i brought along but the moment the door opened, i dropped both fruit and practically watched them roll slow motion to the bottom of the driveway. Sarah : Well, it’s complicated, but traditions have to be observed, my sister and i, and the rest of the cousins will walk you through together. Sarah said with a smile that made me tremble as i heard the magnetic catch of the gate snap shut while the ladies slipped on their heels excitedly by the main door, all of them casting looks that seemed as if they were out to devour me alive. Sarah : Let me introduce you…that is Sylvia, my twin sister. And the rest of the cousin, Lucy, Ursula, Suzy and Thea. My jaw practically dropped as i looked at the girls in front of me. Sylvia’s cheongsam bore intricate patterns of peonies and chrysanthemums, symbols of prosperity and longevity, woven with threads that glinted like the first stars of night. Her hair was pinned up in an elegant chignon, a few deliberate strands framing her face, adding a touch of softness to her striking features. Behind her, Lucy, Ursula, Suzy and Thea, they were all dressed in Qipao. Their cheongsams were a parade of colors—emerald greens, sapphire blues, sunset oranges, and royal purples—each with elaborate designs that told stories of Chinese folklore and heritage. They moved with the effortless grace of a choreographed dance, their silken gowns whispering secrets of ancient times. For a second, i thought i was in some hang flower joint at Jalan Sultan, but hearing them converse, i realised they were all well educated and classy women. Their beauty was not just in their attire or the symmetry of their features, but in the joy that radiated from them. The Chinese New Year is upon us, and with these enchanting emissaries of tradition and beauty, it promised to be a celebration of unforgettable splendor. There’s a lot going through my mind at that point in time, and at the top of my list was not the twins, Sarah and Sylvia. I could not get over the fact that the cousin’s name when put together spelled the word ‘Lust’ Sarah : Come James, This will be a Chinese New year you will never forget. .... Read more here |
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My sister in law is a free loader (LL)
James sister in law keeps sponging off him. He plans to even the score. Follow James as he helps his sister in law spiral down a path of no return. From nudging her towards starting an onlyfan site, he progressed to helping Jane with her contents. From taking a video of his sister in law shaving her pubes, to a photoshoot in a hotel, James extracted more than his pound of flesh from Jane.
He’s fine with his sister in law being a freeloader, as long as she pays up in her own way. ... ‘Have fun staying poor James’ Those were the exact words my sister in law Jane said to me when she tried to get the whole family onto the crypto bandwagon. Hardly a day goes by where Jane did not rub how much her crypto investment has gone up to. Jane : J coin went up 12% today ok? 12% in one day, what other investments can give you that 12%? James : What exactly is J coin? Jane : I explained it so many times already. J coin is a coin issued by J holdings backed by the erotic novels written by a writer call J. All the novels are turned into NFTs which are in turn traded by the J coin. You have no idea how many people are holding onto those NFTs and their value is going up every day! James : It’s very confusing. Jane : That’s because you’re stupid. Juliette : Sis stop it! James is not exactly into all these financial stuff. Jane : Have fun staying poor then! My sister in law threw everything she hard into J coin. All $60000 of her savings, her fixed deposits, basically every damm thing she had. She even managed to convince my wife to put in $10000 and my in laws to put in another $30000. When everything is going up, everyone is all smiles. No one is frowning when they see their investments going up 200-300%. Jane quit her job to dabble in crypto full time. Yes, Jane turned her 60000 into 180000 within a span of 3 months. She started making videos online, showing off her investments and sharing her analysis on how J coin will peak with every release of a new erotic novel NFT. As she gained more followers, she got more confident, and she convinced my in laws to give her a loan of another 20000. When her investments reached a total of 390000 in a matter of months, Jane is practically invincible. Jane : How long are you going to take to make 390000 with your 3500 salary James? Hahahah… you should have listened to me…hahahah I can only smile bitterly at her remarks. I envy her of course but I simply don’t understand any of these crypto stuff. The value of the NFTs and coins are determined purely by how much another person is willing to pay for it. Where are all these people willing to pay so much for J coins? As the saying goes, only when the tide goes down, can you see who the ones swimming without bottom are. I saw it on the news early that morning to see J coin founder execute a rug pull. The value of J coin dropped from $60 to 0 within a matter of minutes. It was gone in the blink of an eye. All the money my sister in law had, it disappeared into a puff of smoke. The next few days were spent with her in a daze, not knowing what to do. Everyone was in a state of shock. Then the bills started coming. Jane has chalked up close to 18000 in credit card bills in large purchases with no means to pay them back. My wife told me she has only $200 left in her bank account. Jane’s youtube channel was shut down and her world came crashing down that month. Everyone thought Jane will pick herself up on her feet after a while but we were all wrong. She didn’t. My sister in law Jane, decides to just sponge off the rest of us. My in laws are fruit sellers, with their meager hawker pay, they could take care of themselves and put fruits on the table, but to pay for Jane’s snowballing debt and expenses, those were another matter. Just when things could not get any worse, 4 months after everything came crashing down, Jane quarreled with her parents and decides to move into my place for a few days. That few days turned into a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a few months. She used my water, my electricity. She eats the food I cook, the ones I buy. Basically, there is an additional mouth to feed, and she does nothing at home. Absolutely fucking nothing except binge watch movies and serials on my Netflix account and sleep. Yes. Eat, watch shows and sleep. She is just leeching off my wife and me, sucking our blood dry. And you know what else she does? Jane has the gall to dress up, in my wife’s clothes, and update her social media profile that she’s starting her own business soon. That she’s bounced back from her past failures and determined to take on the world again! Holy fuck, how can someone lie blatantly in that manner. Seeing how she puts on makeup, dress up in nice work clothes and taking pictures in Instagram-able corners in my house before typing some rubbish quotes about hustling for what you want in life disgust me. And right after posting those nonsense, she changes out into her pyjamas and crawl back into bed. Now you see, everyone has limits to their tolerance. You are a guest in my place, the least you could do is respect your host, but respect is something impossible to expect from Jane. One day, after Jane finished another one of her fake poser shoot, she started grumbling about not enough snacks and junk food in the cupboard. Jane : Can you at least make sure the cupboards are stocked properly or not? Why did my sister even marry such a sloppy man like you? She said while kicking off the pair of grey heels she borrowed from my wife’s cabinet and leaving it in the living room. I decided enough is enough. I’m not letting her sponge off me anymore. At least not without me getting my pound of flesh from her. She is getting a shit load of things from me, and looking at Jane’s body, I know I have to take the only valuable thing I can take from her. ... Read more here |
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My devious plan to impregnate my sister in law
I harbour a fantasy for my sister in law from the very first time I lay eyes on her.
My sister in law Rene is very different from my spunky and outgoing wife, Peggy. While Peggy is fun loving and sporty, Rene is more quiet and demure. You could see her gentleness in her every move. The way she gently sip her tea, the sweet smile when she says hi, and that twinkle in her eyes when she is laughing at a joke. Rene is the kind of girl you would love to bring home to your parents. She is generous with physical attention in a nice way too. Not too touchy that you think she is flirting with you, but just the right amount to show you that she cares. There was once I worked till 3am in the morning on the dining table and when Rene came out for water, she would come over, peer into my screen and give me a gentle squeeze on my shoulder before leaning on me with her forearm like a teacher supervising a student’s work. Rene : Still long way to go ? James : Almost there…. I would pause as I listened to Rene sip her warm water and smell the fragrance that came with her presence. That alluring smell of rose which came with the moisturiser she used. Rene : Rest early James… James : I will…. Night… That gentleness of her voice sounded almost hypnotic in the wee hours of the morning. I would look at the hourglass figure of her body as she head up the stairs back to her room. Rene is 3 years older than my wife and just a year older than me but age is just a figure. Looking at the 2 sisters side by side, many people would mistake Rene to be the younger sibling. I don’t blame them. The girls are blessed with naturally good looks and smooth complexion Both Peggy and Rene’s figures are about the same, fitting nicely into the profile that I like. Slim and proportionate height with a decent pair of breast. They are both 1.6m in height and I guess their weight would not be that far off either at about 46-47kg. Both the sisters are blessed with naturally long and toned legs. Let’s not forget their feet. My god, those nice and delicious toes, I lost count of the number of times I sucked on my wife’s toes as I fucked her on our bed. If only I could do the same for Rene. Those cute colourful manicured toes. Living in the same house was truly a dream come true for me. My in laws were pretty well to do and the family house has 6 rooms. With them taking up the one on the ground floor due to their age, I share the 2nd floor with my brother and sister in law. Like a typical working family, we leave home at work in the morning and everyone would be back about 7.30pm for dinner, most of the time anyway. There will be days when I would deliberately take a day off work, wait for everyone in the family to leave before heading back again. No prizes for guessing what I was up to. It was always a Thursday. Why ? That’s because it’s just past the middle of the week. I know Rene always do her laundry either on Thursday or Friday. This meant I would have access to her worn clothes and lingerie from Monday to Wednesday. I’m talking about bras, panties, leggings, gym gear, pyjamas, sleep shorts so short that you would not think about stepping out of your room in them. All of them sitting neatly in a pile in her laundry basket in her bathroom. If I’m lucky, there would be panty hose as well. So what did I do ? Sniff her worn lingerie, masturbate myself with her worn clothes ? Those were just elementary stuff, stuff for beginners. I did everything you could imagine and some, and that includes putting on her work bra and panty just for kicks. I even slipped on her panty hose and leggings once. Plastering my face into her sleep shirts and pyjamas were just appetisers. I would pull one of her workout socks into my erected dick, suck onto the other sweat infused pair, slip my feet into one of her worn leggings or panty hose, drape a couple of her worn sports bra over my head and face just to fully indulge my senses with Rene’s scent. I would go for her heels, licking up the sides and nooks where her soles rested for the entire work day. Her tops that she wore for her yoga, or pilates, I used them to wipe myself down so I can feel her sweat on my body. This was the level of infatuation I had with Rene. The forbidden fruit I could never take a bite out of because of who she is. My sister in law. Worn clothes aside, I went through her wardrobe and I found her stash of sex toys. I was nothing fantastic really, compared to what my wife Peggy had. Just a small lipstick size vibrator. I knew it was being used regularly because the batteries were changed every couple of months. Life is good on general. A hot and pretty wife at home. A equally hot sister in law to fantasies about. What more could I ask for ? My relationship with my brother in law Dave is good too. We are like a couple of old army buddies. The occasional beer at the patio, catch a game or 2 on TV. We head out for couple dates once in a while as well. Life goes on as usual as the days pass, my sexual appetite is well satisfied by my wife and the occasional indulgence in Rene’s clothes and my own fantasies. We were married 1.5 years apart so starting a family was not a matter or urgency for us since we were only in our late 20s. Peggy and I decided to try for a child in 2012 2 years after our wedding and we got it at the first attempt. Since Peggy is the younger sibling, this inevitably put a bit of pressure on Rene to get pregnant too. However luck don’t seem to be on Dave and Rene’s side. They kept trying but it simply did not happen. In 2015, Peggy and I welcomed the 2nd child into our family, that’s was when things started to get a little tensed between Dave and Rene. My brother and sister in law got married in late 2008, and it’s been a dry spell for them ever since they started trying. Now because of my sneaky habit of snooping around, I know my sister in law has been pretty active in the attempt. She kept a detailed diary in her drawer of her menustration and ovulation dates. I also came across their medical reports, they went for checkups and all the she bang. Rene is perfectly fine just that Dave’s sperm is a little low on the count. It’s nothing serious, just need to watch his diet and eat some vitamins. Still, it did not happen. With my knowledge of Rene’s ovulation dates, I would know when are the nights when Dave and Rene would be having sex. I would see Dave hurrying to finish dinner before rushing up to the room. He would be done with the deed before coming down for a glass of water whereas Rene would remain in her room for a while longer. It was always this routine, it got so predictable to the point that I could see it became sort of a chore for Dave. I found an opportunity to have a drink with him on a weekend evening and he admitted that it’s becoming a bit tiring. Dave: It’s…. I don’t know… very mechanical…. I’m not enjoying it anymore…. James ; Relax…. You guys are still young… don’t stress yourself out… Dave laughed as he sipped his beer. Dave : Easy for you to say la James… you marksman…. Knn… shoot already will kena… haha… James : haha.. no la… I’m just lucky…. I’m sure your turn will come soon…. Dave just smile without saying anything. I offered to grab more drinks from the kitchen and I walked back in, passing by my elder daughter who was running around the house with her soft toy. My wife Peggy was carrying the younger sibling chasing after her. I grabbed the drinks and when I turned around to head back out, I noticed something. My wife Peggy was bending down attending to my elder child with her body facing Dave. Since we’re at home, Peggy did not think much of putting on a loose top. I could see it clearly. The loose top dropped enough to expose her breast directly in Dave’s line of sight. My brother in law froze with his eyes plastered onto Peggy. My wife was too occupied with trying to get some random biscuit crumbs out from my daughter that she did not realised what was happening. It went on for almost 20 seconds before Dave looked away and I quickly stepped back into the shadows. What the fuck was happening ? My heart was beating really fast as I forced myself to calm down. I brought the beer back out into the yard and continued my drinks and chit chat with Dave as the helper and my wife fussed and played with the kids. The commotion drew our attention and it was then I noticed Dave looking at Peggy. I decided to test water a little and made a passing remark. James : I was expecting Peggy to put on a lot of weight after giving birth you know… but… wah…. She like…. Immediately slim down within 3 months…. It’s like nothing happened man… haha… Dave took a couple of seconds to react before adding that it’s probably due to our active lifestyle and all. James : Well… taking care of the kids is tiring … well… I’m glad she looks the same…. Then I leaned forward a little and lowered my voice. James ; But her breast….got bigger and fuller… heee hee…. I gave Dave a mischievous grin and I could see the change in his expression as his eyes drifted over to Peggy before looking away quickly. Dave : aiyah… woman…. Pregnant…. All will be like that… breast feeding mah… hahah… James : I’m sure Rene would too when your turn comes… Dave smiled and did not say a word. Now that encounter made me realise something. A fundamental fact that I overlooked all this while. I can’t be the only one with a sister in law fantasy. If I had been thinking about fucking Rene all this while, Dave would probably be thinking about doing the same thing to Peggy. I could use this to my advantage. What if I could make it happen ? What would I be willing to sacrifice on my end if I could fuck Rene ? I looked at my wife who just came out of the shower in her white singlet and no bra. She looked amazing, every sexier than before after becoming a mother. There were no stretch marks at all. Her breast are full and supple, her legs still tone and sexy. She got into bed beside me and I bent over to kiss her. James : Kids sleeping already ?? Peggy : Yeap… thank god… can rest early tonight…. Until the next feed at least…. After my wife slept, I did something unthinkable. I started to think about the possibilities. I already fathered 2 kids. So what if the 3rd isn’t mine ? So what if the 3rd belonged to Dave ? There’s a chance it might not happen too. What if. What if I have the chance to impregnate my sister in law’s virgin womb. To plant my seed deep inside her ovaries. To watch her belly swell slowly every day knowing it was my seed inside her. Isn’t this what I always wanted ? To ejaculate my semen inside her cunt and let my sperm do the rest of the work. The thought of it gave me a high. A sexual high like never before. There is only a problem. How ? How can I have sex raw with Rene without her knowing ? And if Dave really has a thing for Peggy, how can I let him raw my wife without her knowing either. Perhaps Dave could do it thinking Peggy is Rene ? I massaged my head and I slapped myself a couple of times. Don’t be crazy. It’s not possible. It’s not possible unless…… Unless all 3 of them did not know what was happening. The thought of it took root in my brain and i was slowly being consumed by it. I wrote down and went through countless scenarios but none would work. There is always a road block somewhere when i tried to visualise the plan rolling out. Then one day when something hit me. It came out of the blue. I was surfing through my social media feeds when i saw a picture of my sister in law pop up. There she was, lying on a hammock during a short weekend trip with her old school mates. The idea came just like that. I sat up, feeling the erection in my groin as i looked at the body of my sister in law. That pair of slim legs, the slender waist. I immediately came to the conclusion that she would definitely look hotter when she’s pregnant. With my seed of course. ... Read more here |
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Blackmailed by my ex-boyfriend
Juliette used to be that Ah Lian that hangs out at arcades, dates Ah Bengs, and smokes with her friends at HDB staircases in her younger days. She has since moved on and found someone she wants to spend the rest of her life with. Someone who doesn’t know about her checkered past. She unexpectedly bumps into her ex-boyfriend James who is her wedding photographer. And he’s not about to let her sail off into a happily ever after that easily.
... I looked at the 1 carat diamond ring on my finger as i trot happily towards the bridal studio along Tanjong Pagar. After going through a few studio, i finally picked out my gown and i’ll be meeting my fiance Tom, together with the photographer he picked for our bridal shoot. In a few months time, i’ll be happily married and starting a new chapter of my life with him. As i walked, i turned to look at my reflection against the numerous reflective glass panels along the street. My tall, slender frame was accentuated by the perfectly fitted knee-length dress, hugging every curve in just the right way. The heels elongated my already long legs, making them appear even more graceful as I walked. Every step felt like a dance, with the fabric of my dress swaying elegantly around me. I could see the eyes of men walking past giving me a second look, and i also noticed the disapproving stares their other half gave them when their partner looked at me. It could not be helped. I’m hotter, that is a fact they cannot change. In a few hours time, i’m going to be hotter, fully made up and strutting in the studio in my wedding gown. A moment that will be forever preserved in photographs. Pushing the door into the studio, i saw my fiance Tom talking to someone with his back facing me. Juliette : Hey dear… Tom : Hi baby… When he stepped aside, revealing the photographer in front of him, i froze and almost dropped my bag. Lucky for me, Tom came for a hug, taking me into his embrace. I felt the goosebumps on my skin and i fought back the urge to run out of the studio. Tom : Dear, come, let me introduce you to James. He has really good work, i’ve seen his portfolio. I was on the verge of jumping out of my own skin as i looked at James. He seemed calm, a lot more calmer than me considering the circumstances. Tom : It was really hard getting him you know, the waiting list is like one year in advance, but thankfully, i pulled a few strings here and there. hahah… James extended his hand and i hesitated before extending mine. James : Hi…nice to meet you Juliette. Juliette: hi…hi… The moment our hands touched, i felt as if i was transported back a decade back into the past. No longer the stylish and trendy Juliette of today, i became that blonde hair Ah lian that hung around the Macdonald at Yishun interchange. I could see myself sitting on the stone table, marlboro menthol lights in one hand, sharp comb in the other while trading curses with my group of friends. We were underage smokers, we shoplifted, we terrorised the neighourhood shops with our loud music and antics. I even went as far as to create some crappy gang cheer with techno mix for the group. Instead of elegant dresses and high heels, i was wearing tight, waist high PVC pants with tube top and too many accessories on my fingers. I even took pocket money from juniors that used to go to the same secondary school i did. I could almost hear the techno music on my mobile ring tone as well. James, back then was just a delivery man, but that meant he had a motorcycle. And it was a big deal to date him, because it meant i have my own helmet. One with my name engraved on it. Being a couple of years older, and more financially sound than the 16 year old i am, he gave me a sense of security that i sought when i was that stupid teenager. We were together for almost a year until i found someone better. Not only did i leave without a word, i took the opportunity when my family moved out of Yishun to disappear. I changed my phone number, and before i went MIA, i stole from James because i wanted to go on an overseas trip to Bangkok with my friends. I took his ATM card, emptied his savings of 3000, and took the cash from his piggy bank in his room. I even sold the helmet he gave me. Moving to Jurong gave me the chance to cut ties with my wayward friends. I enrolled in a private school, finished my O levels and my life started to get back on track when i went to a polytechnic. Singapore is a small place, but lucky for me, i never met my old group of friends from Yishun. Not until the day i meet my wedding photographer. The firm grip of James’ handshake sent a shiver down my spine, his intense gaze penetrating deep into my soul. I know he was hurt deeply back then but i was 16. What the fuck do i know about responsibility? Suddenly, fear crept into every fiber of my being as I realized the weight of what was at stake. All of my hard work and achievements could come crashing down in an instant. The pressure and anxiety tightened its grip on me, threatening to suffocate me. Tom is a banker from Holland Road, with a privileged upbringing that contrasts greatly with my own. I am about to become part of his family through marriage, but if they were to discover the truth about my past, it would be disastrous. Tom : alright…let’s get changed shall we? James : Yeah, my assistant will be joining us. I hope you guys are ready. It’s going to be along day. I swallowed a gulp of saliva as Tom walked towards the changing room, leaving James standing in front of me. James’ assistant Cindy came out of the back office and gestured for me to follow her. I walked past James and i felt him reached out with his index finger. Just one finger. It grazed against the side of my wrist as i walked past him. It’s just two seconds of skin contact. Two seconds. And it already felt like the longest moment of my life. As if bumping into my ex-boyfriend that i stole from is not bad enough, i suddenly remembered Tom wanted to do something a little more adventurous for our shoot. Besides the usual wedding shoot, he wants the kind with a little less clothes. Not to the point of me being naked but just, very little material. Very. ... Read more here |
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