My auntie and I

[ktvking]

Originally Posted by grouchycabi

Thanks Bro. Glad to know you enjoyed the story.

To other well-wishing bros who have been urging me to continue, thanks for your support. I haven't gone MIA. Just that I have been finding it tough to get motivated to continue my story. Work and life stress lah. Any psychologist or counsellor here can help?

So, what help do you need?

Many people are waiting for your story to continue? That is not sufficient to get you motivated?

[quicklife]

It is great to have TS to make our life a little colorful with your story. You have to keep on writing as i believe many bros here enjoyed and want to stick to here to read.

[grouchycabi]

Originally Posted by ktvking

So, what help do you need?

Many people are waiting for your story to continue? That is not sufficient to get you motivated?

I need help to tweak and re-program my mind. I am constantly worrying about my fast dwindling bank account and the uncertainty of getting sales for my business. Times are really hard and people are not spending money. How to adequately provide for my family is the thought occupying my mind all the time. How to continue writing this story? I need to have peace of mind, plus a certain kind of feeling. Under such circumstances, how to have the mood? Not that I haven't tried, I had written and almost completed the part after the photographer tore my auntie's skimpy clothes off. It was a horrible experience for her. I didn't have the heart nor mood to post it. Sigh.

[LeMans]

Bro TS,

I up u my max humble 10 points to up your morale in posting at least 1 or 2 instalment for us to read your good story....

In btw, what sales business r u in?? Maybe u can PM and tell me more about your biz product and I can see what I can help in a way or two due to my networking of clients on hand......

Best Regards,
Le Mans

[Derra69]

Originally Posted by grouchycabi

Not that I haven't tried, I had written and almost completed the part after the photographer tore my auntie's skimpy clothes off. It was a horrible experience for her. I didn't have the heart nor mood to post it. Sigh.

Just came across today. Interesting story but mentally tiring for the readers.

Since it is getting tough, would u like to sum up the story with a proper closing ... "after the photographer tore ... Skimpy clothes off ..."

U will feel better, the burden will be lifted n your fans will be happy with a proper conclusion to part 1


Then when economic circumstances are better, then you can continue to develop Part 2 of your story.

It is not nice hanging your fans by the thread n leaving them to dry with their own imagination.

Just my humble opinion. Cheers

[dodotiti]

It is not nice hanging your fans by the thread n leaving them to dry with their own imagination.

"this is to show how insensitive a guy with a mind full of sperms that wishes to release through his dick could behave

TS has no obligation of whatso over to entertain you, Fans paid money to get entertained, did you ever think for a second TS is doing this for FREE? and he is having difficulties? <---noooo, please write faster, let me jerk off, your difficulties your problem, entertain me first???"

[nightfly1966]

Originally Posted by grouchycabi

Here's how she looks like:

Bro grouchycabi...can u post tis vid again?
D above 1 can't view liao...

A million thxs!!!=)

[oeioei]

Cant wait for your updates!!

[BCL25]

Bro TS, hope U can get ur life sorted out

[dunwan]

Bro,
Please continue your story for a faithful reader like me

haha

[ItalianStalion]

1)Im a psychology student, planning to go into sexology

2)This post is one of the most interesting stories Ive read, every few months I return just hoping to complete it, so if I can do anything to help you finish it would be great.

[grouchycabi]

A big thank you to all my loyal readers and my apologies for turning you all into giraffes!

To celebrate the 10th Anniversary of this site, I have decided to continue with the story. If there is good support, I promise more to come. I will re-post the last part of the story where I left off to refresh everyone's memory. Here goes:

My auntie nodded her head. "Listen, dear Godson. I'm going to tell you something about your auntie. Listen closely, because you might like what I say."
I lifted my head from my auntie’s smooth warm bosom and looked at her dreamy eyes. I nodded my head and said, “Yes, Auntie, please tell me. I will want to know what you want to tell me.”
My auntie took a deep breath, sighed and said, her eyes suddenly looking sad, “I will tell but you must never tell your uncle this, ok? You have to promise me, all right?”

“Of course, dear Auntie. I promise.”

“I never had the education you are having. You are a good and clever boy and you study hard. Always scoring high marks in exam which make your mother and father happy and reassured. I was never given a chance to study. Since young, I have to help my parents at their hawker stall. They used to sell to tohua and tohua sui (soya bean curd and soya bean drink) in Chinatown. I helped them everyday from morning till night from the time I was eight years old. Business was good but the earnings were not much. That was because a lot of work was involved in the preparation of the food, having to grind the soya bean into a pulp and getting the juice out. It was tough work. I did not like it.

“One Saturday morning, when I was 18 years old and was alone manning the stall, a man came and bought a bowl of soya bean curd to eat. I had seen him previously because he had bought soya bean drink from us a few times. He was in his 30s and was very handsome. He was also very well dressed. He was friendly and he talked to me. He praised me for being pretty and told me that he was a photographer for a Chinese magazine. He said that with my looks and figure, I could be a model and the job paid good money. I became interested. He also said that he was a Fengshui Master and that from my looks, I should be able to become very successful in life. I wanted to earn good money so that my parents need not work so hard every day. The man then invited me to his studio which was in Tanjong Pagar. He wrote down the address and told me to go there the next day to try out. I readily agreed.

“The next day, without telling my parents, I went to the photo studio. It was not very big and it was very dark inside. The handsome man was there alone. He showed me in, closed the door and locked it, telling me that he did not want anyone to come in and disturb the photo session. He showed me his photo equipment and a few albums of photographs that he had taken. They were mostly of female models in sexy clothes in various poses. After a while, the man told me that we could start. He said that if he found me suitable, I should be able to become a famous model, or even a movie star. He then passed me a one-piece red dress and a pair of high black stiletto heels, showed me a small changing room with a long mirror and asked me to change.

“At that time, I was wearing a simple shirt and long slacks. I felt awkward removing my clothes in a strange place. But I was eager to become a model. After changing up, I looked at myself in the mirror and indeed I looked much better. I guessed it was the high heels. They accentuated the curve of my buttocks and my back. They made my bosom look fuller and my already long legs longer, leggier and sexier. The dress was also very short and showed off a lot of my white curvy thighs. I felt very glamorous.

“The man let out a wolf whistle when I walked out of the changing room. He looked at me from top to toes, smiled, and told me to sit down on a chair. He said that before we start, he would use his Fengshui skills to analyze my destiny to check if I could really become a famous model. He pulled another chair and sat down opposite me. He told me to hold out my right palm and started to read the lines on my palm. He drew his finger on my palm which was very ticklish. I giggled as I was not used to it. He said that from his initial reading, my life would be good. He said that I would be able to marry a rich man and have an easy and luxurious life. He then got out of his chair and asked me to stretch out my right leg. I followed his instruction. He asked me to point my toes. Then he touched the top of my thigh. My instant reaction was to jump.

“The man reassured me and said that it was ok. He needed to feel the “chi” on my legs to see whether I would have the health to enjoy a long life. I was very young and naive then and I believed him. He moved his hands slowly down my long white legs, feeling my flesh by squeezing my calf muscle all the way to my ankle. He told me my skin was very smooth, which meant that I would have a smooth life. He removed the black stiletto heels and then slowly ran his fingers through my sole. It was so ticklish that I screamed and tried to control the feeling. He touched each of my toes separately and lightly tugged and pulled at each unlike there was a cracking sound, just like how people like to crack their knuckles.

“I was feeling quite strange then as it was the very first time I was being touched by a man. Moreover, I was in a strange place and all alone. There was no one else in the photo studio. The man then told me that I had very nice toes. He said that my toes indicate that I would be a good wife. He said it was important that the second toe was not longer than the first. He then moved on to the other leg and did the same thing. He felt my flesh by squeezing here and there and slowly caress my long legs and the top of my foot. He removed the heels and touched the sole and the toes just like what he did with the other one. After what seemed to be a long while, he said that he was satisfied that I had what it took to become a good model. I was relieved when he finally told me to put on the heels again.

“He then got up and started to move and adjust his camera and lighting equipment. When he was ready, he asked me to stand in front of a scenery backdrop and to strike a few poses. I was not used to posing like a model and he had to come and move and adjust my arms, body and legs now and then. Whenever he touched me, I could sensed that he was very deliberate and slow and he would rest his hands on my body. After that, he would go back to his camera and he would start clicking away and he seemed very professional. The studio light was very bright and glaring and I felt hot after a while. It was also very stuffy there as there was no air-conditioning at all. I started to perspire and also began to feel tired. The man was very nice and he offered me a cold drink already in a glass which he took from a small fridge at the back of the studio. I gulped down the whole glass immediately. It tasted like lemonade and was very refreshing and I felt energised after drinking it.

“I continued to pose like a model after getting the extra energy from the drink. I even became more innovative and daring and started to strike sexy poses. I remembered those sexy poses from some magazines that I had found hidden in the top drawer of my father’s cupboard. The photographer was very happy with me and he clicked away on his big camera. After a while, I started to feel a bit weird. I felt as if the whole studio was moving and at the same time, I felt a hot and itchy feeling below. It was a very funny sensation. I asked the man how come the studio seemed as if it was moving and the man gave me a wicked smile. He then told me that the studio was not moving and that I must be imagining things. He came over to me and then he said to me, “We have to go on to the next stage of the photo session. I need you to remove the red dress now.””

[grouchycabi]

“Ok, you don’t want the red dress? What do you want me to wear now?” I replied innocently. “Yes, we are done with the red dress. Now I just want you to wear your underwear.” The photographer smiled wickedly. I was shocked! Up to that point, I had never let any man see me in my underwear! Now in front of a stranger, a man I hardly knew, I was told to strip to my intimate underwear. I felt uneasy immediately and wanted to leave the place.

“No, I think I cannot. I...I...want to go home already. This is enough for me...” I stammered, getting more frightened as the man stepped towards me. I became terrified and backed hastily toward the wall, as if some sort of security was offered by the wall at my back, though there was no way out except through the door behind the photographer. I stopped moving backwards only when my back touched the wall. There was nowhere else to go.

Suddenly, with no warning, the man reached out to me and, with a coarse sneering laugh, gripped the flimsy red dress in one rough hand and, with a quick twist, yanked the garment from my smooth shoulders, ripping it in half like it was a strip of tissue paper. I stood all but naked before his eagerly probing eyes, as much confused and astonished as frightened, and only my soft protruding mound of my pussy was still hidden from his cold appraising stare by my thin panties.

I had earlier removed my bra as the strap was showing when I wore the red dress! Shit! I immediately crossed my arms over my firmly ripened breasts and stirred uncomfortably, uneasy under the sudden coldness of his gaze. He stared down the smooth curves of my voluptuous young body, my high jutting breasts and long shapely legs, all clearly visible to his obviously appraising cruel stare.

“Please, please, “ I begged, and my melon-firm white breasts heaved with every agonizing plea. “What are you doing? You cannot mean this! This isn’t right, you just cannot! Please!”

Tears streamed from the corner of my eyes as I hoarsely begged for mercy, but there was not a hint of hesitation in the photographer’s eyes...he knew what he wanted, and he would get it. It was just a matter of time.

[Feilong]

Welcome back ts

[darkartic]

Welcome bak. Nice story. Cant wait for more =)