A Parable to Understanding WL......

[Gaofar]

Originally Posted by BigNose

times i tell myself, cutoff all communications with her and get a newer life but since nothing better to do to excite my boring life, will try to play the 'game' a little longer .......

I suppose it's alright to play the game IF you still knows that it is after all a game.. Unless you are single and is also hoping to get something out of this relationship?.. Do take note of other advances initiated from her and soon I'm pretty sure you'll know the maths and the overall ending episode (if there's gonna be one)..

[big_dick]

Continuation. Please note this is my own personal views and interpretations; I have no intentions of harm or ill will against any bros. Again, it is just to see things from the familiar male side and hopefully make one more aware of one's own real situation. Again, thank you for your patience and reading....


Sometimes in the still of the night, as your wife lay sleeping beside you, your hp will suddenly light up and buzz with new incoming messages. You sign and shudder, pick up the hp and read the messages from former "favored" clients, expressing their thoughts and feelings on the impact ever since your "departure".

A mixture of feelings overwhelm you, the strongest being dark black waves of disgust and anger that they are still haunting you. But then some pangs of sympathy for these "poor" lonely souls trapped in their apparently mundane lives slowly slits through, and finally to your horror, bubbles of self pride on jobs "well-done"....

Your thoughts stray and you wondered why you ever entertained these favored clients at all during those time. Why did you ever agree for kopi, teh, makan and even the occassional gifts of tag heuers (you have 5, or was it 7? Oh, never mind), Ray Bans (many commented you looked "delicious" in the Aviater-range and gave you the trademark gold-rimmed sunglasses) and countless thick gold chains, bracelets and even ear-rings to make you look like the next Mr T (or insert with names of any other slick popular rappers for those who are younger).

In your head, you knew they were asking for it; it was just all a game after all; service with a smile, go the extra mile, custoer always right, etc etc...But in your heart, you realise that it also made you feel good. The attention, the gifts, the appreciation, actually helped you to regained some resemblance of a Man and feel useful and purposeful again, even for a short while.

As you think through your experiences, another message comes in. You delete it automatically without reading, put down the phone and turn in to join your wife for a deep restful sleep...

[Gaofar]

Suddenly then I realised that this thread is started by another bro and not the one whom I've just corresponded.. Sorry for the cross-talk, TS

Anyway, please do carry on with your parable cause it seems that there's more to it and you do have intentions of adding on to it.. It's a good read thus far so please keep it up!

[wildguru]

I've never understood any WLs. No point understanding them.

They only recognise money..

[cunt_search]

Originally Posted by wildguru

I've never understood any WLs. No point understanding them.

They only recognise money..

right....
back to the starting point
d they come here 4 love?
$? definitely
u pay they give GFE


prob is s/times overpay, mus learn to say "No" when gal try asking siz n that...have to learn to let go at the first sign of warning
i miscalculated....

[buxtoo]

Learning new things in here.

[big_dick]

Just realised some kind bro added my points. Thanks so much whoever you are. Sorry I cannot return any favors since I still so junior...

Anyway, a continuation.

Curiously, not all your clients are men, even though your spa was located within a man's club.

There was this one occasion, one time in the early afternoon of a working day, when business was slow and you were struggling to keep yourself awake watching old re-runs of movies on the HBO channel when...

"errr.....hullloo, I understand you offer massages?"

You wake up, turn and see.

It is a rare sight for you; a lady customer. She looks like she is in her late forties. Your expert eye sees that her body has lost the soft slender form of youth but hell, she is still attractive in her own ways. Her hair is cut short and neat into a professional bob and dyed to a nice honey-brown tint and a pair of fire-engine glasses frames her large brown eyes. Her face is surprising still smooth-looking though it has lost the glow of youth.

You get a hard-on.

Quickly, you assume your best manners and usher the now-embrassed client into your cubicle. You coo and pree over her, making her feel comfortable and relaxed and within minutes, you have her in the standard furry bathrobe, lying on the leather bed and waiting for your massage.

You do your best to massage her and are rewarded with appreciative sighs and moans. Along the way, your client feels comfortable enough to chit-chat with you and you learn that she has just recently gone through a painful divorce.

You express your sympathies and she is quiet.

Suddenly you feel a gentle touch on your butts. You look around and see it is her out-stretched hand. She smiles sheepishly at you and silently with her other hand slowly starts to lead you down towards her. Inwardly you sigh, here we go again. Still at least your client is attractive and the right sex.

She is gentle but firm on you, making you warm her up through deep kisses on her lips and body. As her breathing becomes faster and faster, she quickly starts to unbuckle your pants and grabbing your butts, push your groin against hers. You have a hard-on, she detects it and swiftly, like an experienced woman, takes it and guides it into her. She actually grunts upon entry and then the grinding begins. The intensity picks up and then, with a deep low moan from her, you explode raw inside her. You calculate your odds of having a mini-me with her being almost zero.

You disenagage from her and smile. She smiles back at you, again sheepishly and quickly dresses. She presses a fat wad of notes into your hands and you thank her graciously.

You think to yourself, well, guess today is your lucky day.

Then she goes to the wash basin, takes out her dentures and begin to wash them carefully.

You sigh and be thankful that at least the money is good.................

[Gaofar]

Your parable is still as good a read as it can get! Keep it up! Though the denture part is really a good laugh, yet strangely realistically draws you back that this is life...

[big_dick]

Thank you Bro Gaofar for your encouragements. And again, thanks to the bro who upped my ponits (errr....was it you bro Gaofar?)

Anyway, here's another installation to the parable. Again, no hidden intentions to make fun or scorn any bros; is just to see things hopefully from a man's view.

There is this time also, when you had a surprise visit from a pair of twins. Again it happened when on a lazy afternoon, when the sun is bright, the weather is hot and your eyelids are heavy.

As you struggle to stay awake with a cup of ice-cold black kopi, you hear the door open and light girlish giggles.

Oh wow, another lucky day for you? You spring back awake and stand up sharply as two ladies with bouncing long hair, apparently in their mid-thirties present themselves, giggling, to you.

You smile and greet them graciously while your heart goes thump! thump! thump! You are very sure there is definitely no chance these 2 girls are wearing dentures like your previous client; they look like thet are 33 to 36 years of age. In fact, here you almost have a joyful heart attack, they look like.....twins!!!!

"Hi, my name is Chris, and this is Jess" one of them says.

You smile again and almost die. Her voice is soft and feminie and there is definitely no sign of an Adam's Apple bobbing up and down her milky throat as she speaks. You think to yourself that these are no ladyboys. Oh joy!!!

You introduce yourself and make them feel comfortable. They ask for a massage to be done together at the same time. You are agreeable and lead them to the changing chamber for a quick shower and change of clothes.

When they return back to you, you have a difficult time keeping your organ under control. The whole room is filled with the sweet scent of bath foam and their perfume mixed together. They smile sweetly at you and proceed to lie down for the massage.

The massage starts and so does the small talk, which is peppered with their crystal clear giggles. It is clear that they are enjoying the session. As it proceeds, you learn (with a faked surprise coo) that they are indeed twins and both are currently single and in their mid thirties ("But you both look like you are in your early twenties!!!" you confess to them, amid their delightful burst of giggles).

Soon the massage comes to the end. You note that the giggles have somewhat quiten down. You also note that the small talk has run out. You finally also note that your organ is painfully rock hard.

One of the twins suddenly reaches out her milky slim hand and lands it lightly on your tigh, near your groin. You look at her and she looks back at you with her bright brown eyes. There is a mischievous glint in those clear eyes. She explains that they had just recovered fully from a surgry and wanted to rediscover themselves. They want to feel like a woman, she says. Here, you nearly die as the other twin suddenly gets up from her bed and wraps her soft warm arms around you and gently but firmly drags you down onto her bed. The other twin gets up and slowly clambers onto the other bed, above you and without a further word, plants a long deep kiss on your lips.

As you sink into the sweetness of the kiss, the other twin grapples with your uniform and begins to slowly unbutton. Your shirt is forcefully yanked away and your belt follows suit. Finally your pants are pulled down and thrown onto the floor. What happens next is something that you could only have in your wettest dreams.

You feel like a toy, being tossed and turned and kissed and groped and touched and pulled between 2 playful energetic puppies. Alternating lips are first forced onto you and then, before you realised what was going on, you find yourself facing a bush of light pubic hair and pink folds of flesh. You lick and are delighted with the clean, almost antiseptic smell and taste. Strangely you also observe the flesh does not get moist and begin to worry that you are doing something wrong. The twins seem to sense it and with a light giggle, push you again on the bed. Then, as one twin gets up to grab her handbag, the other begins to pump your stiff-hard organ. The twin with the handbag brings out something yellow and lumpy...

"Love the taste of butter?"

With that, your organ is smeared with runny golden butter, then with a wink and a smacking of the lips, the twin does a cowgirl on you.

You wish it would last forever. The butter is warm and slippey as the twin pumps herself on you. But it doesn't last long; the twin stops, only to be eagarly replaced by the other twin(who you swear was actually drooling)....and you groan in delight and ectasy.

Then you feel the impending convulsion coming from within you; it is just too much. You signal frantically to the twins, but they winked at you again, running their tongues over their lips and shaking their heads. You cannot control it any moment and suddenly the lightning comes, punching you out in a blinding moment of sheer heavenly explosion...

As the moment dies out for you, the twin slowly gets up from you with a thick wad of warm white cream mixed with golden yellow butter slowly drips down from her hairy sex onto the floor. You apologize and the twins giggle again, waving your apologies aside. You thank your lucky stars and begin to help them wash up.

After the twins dress up, they give you a sweet smile, thank you and discreetly passes you a stack of notes. You thank them politely, stating that it was YOUR pleasure to serve them. As they giggle, you gently enquiry about their recent surgry....

"Oh we both had a sex-change. I used to be Christopher and this used to be my twin brother Jessie...."

Somehow, you managed to focus your thoughts on the thick cash you just earned, keep your wonderful smile intact and show them out in the most agreeable manner........................

[Gaofar]

Hahaha!! Wicked!!... Truly a classic! Seriously.. Is this a true account at all?? Damn..