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09-12-2009, 10:46 PM
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Fallen angel
Hi all,
I've been here reading for some time and have not been writing erotica for a long time so decided to pen something for the fun or it.... hope you guys enjoy it.... just a disclaimer, it is not hardcore. ************************************************** Dawn broke and the morning sunlight filtered through the light curtain hanging over the window. On the bed, a lithe, curvaceous body stirred as its owner stretched the early morning cobwebs out. Long curly lashes flickered over heavy eyelids as she attempted to blink the sleepiness away. Angel sat up and took in her surroundings; an array of naked bodies littered across the hotel room suite; only then did she realise that she herself was stark naked. Gingerly, Angel reached down to pick up her dress and tiptoed her way towards the bathroom. Splashing water onto her face to wash away the fatigue, Angel studied the reflection staring back at her from the mirror. At 24, she was nowhere considered old; some would even consider her to be in her prime. Her almond shaped eyes framed with double eyelids framed her chestnut brown irises; her nose was a cute button centred on her face with what her ex-boyfriend coined as “the most kissable lips” completing her features that were accentuated by the wavy black locks highlighted with lighter shaded to add volume. Her body was what many considered close to perfection with high 36C breast that still defied gravity narrowing down to a slender 22 inch waist before blossoming to a full 34 inch derriere. Although at 5’ 3”, Janet wasn’t considered tall, but her legs were slender and tapered enough to give the illusion of length and grace. Although she would disagree vehemently with anyone who told her so, she knew deep inside that she possessed something that both men and women desired and dreamed about. Smiling, Angel thought about the activities of the previous night as she savoured each and every hot and juicy detail of booze and sex that brought her to this very moment. She thought back on how things had evolved and how only three months ago, she was a meek, quiet and introverted teacher. Life was funny that way, throwing you a curveball when you least expected it that threw your whole life into a tailspin changing a respected academic into a raving hot nymphomaniac whose purpose was the pursuit of the pleasures and satiation of that animalistic baser need that was generally frowned upon by society in general. That was her story…. The Story of a Fallen Angel. 
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#2
10-12-2009, 08:24 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
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*Ringgggggggggggggggggggggg* Ms Angeline Kang, respected educator; at 24, she was one of the youngest ever subject heads in one of the oldest and most prestigious junior colleges in Singapore. She finished what she needed to say for the final powerpoint slide of her biology lecture and dismissed the class. As the students streamed out of the lecture theatre, Angeline started to pack up her notes and other possessions. Her thoughts were already moving ahead to the plans for the evening. Her good friend from college was back in town and made her promise to go on a night out on the town; something she didn’t do or enjoyed doing. However, it was a special occasion and her pal hardly came back to Singapore anymore. Plus, it was a Friday night and if anything, she had the whole weekend to recuperate. As she drove down towards the Marina area, she was partly excited at seeing her friend yet partly dreading the loud music, booze and leering guys that thronged the night scene looking for easy preys to bed and notch yet another conquest on their trophy case. Dinner was enjoyable as her friend, Yvette, regaled her with tales of her various adventures with various partners that she had met over the last couple of years. Stories of her lovers and boyfriends, good and bad, torrid affairs and all was punctuated with her loud uninhibited laughter that constantly attracts the attention of those around them. Yvette was never short of attention though. A lethal mix of Indian, Portuguese and Chinese blood, Yvette was drop dead gorgeous. If her looks didn’t stop traffic, her massive 38D assets would. In Angeline’s eyes, Yvette was a goddess who oozed sex appeal and had the ability to twirl men around her fingers and get exactly what she wanted from them. The worst thing was, Yvette was fully aware of the effect she had on both men and women and always flaunted it and used it to the fullest. Alcohol flowed freely that night with a constant flow on guys buying them an array of drinks so much so that they didn’t order a single drink; neither did they pay for anything. However as the night slipped deeper and the volume of alcohol consumed rose, things started to get hazy. Angeline was so high that she felt nothing, she was so buzzed that she was giggling constantly like a schoolgirl at everything the guys were saying. Yvette was not doing much better. She could hardly stand on her own and the group of guys seemed to be like vultures circling their prey, coming in closer and closer. Before they knew it, the guys had swept them out of the club and they were chatting and laughing like long lost friends in merriment. Angeline had no idea where they were going but she justified to herself that as long as Yvette was with her, they could take care of one another. She had, however, no idea what danger Yvette and her were in and in her intoxicated state, she didn’t care either. Before she knew it, they were in the elevator of the Pan Pacific Hotel and in her drunken stupor; she believed that there was another pub in the higher floors. She heard the guys laughing and wanted to ask them what they were laughing about but when she opened her mouth, the guy closest to her just leaned in and planted a deep French kiss onto her. His lips hot and flushed from the alcohol covered hers as his tongue sort to find greater intimacy with hers. Sober, she would probably have fought him off but now all she could do was to melt into his arms as the rest of the guys cheered on.
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#3
10-12-2009, 08:25 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
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Their kiss broke as the lift reached its destination and the guys ushered the 2 lovely ladies into the room that they had gotten for the night. Once in the room everything started becoming a blur and the guys seemed to gravitate from one girl to another touching, feeling, squeezing, kissing, touching and worshipping them. Clothes were shed in lightning speed and soon both girls were lying facing opposite directions but their heads side by side. Angeline felt hands spreading her thighs open and the cool air from the air-conditioning felt fresh on her wet and inviting labia. A warm mouth descended onto her waiting pussy and a red hot tongue started to spread her labia apart exposing her most intimate treasure trove and caused moan to escape from deep from Angeline’s throat. When his lips closed around her sensitive bud, she jerked and moaned even louder. As her mouth opened with that moan, a stiff hard cock was immediately pushed in and filled her. Although the idea of sucking on cocks was vile and disgusting to her, it just felt so right just then and she did her best to suck on this magnificent, delicious body that felt as pleasurable to her as it was to him. Slowly and surely, his hips started pushing harder and faster into her open mouth and she sucked as quickly as she could. At the same time her own need was fast peaking and the delicious tongue job being administered was inching her closer and closer to that euphoria her body now craved so much for. With a groan, the guy who was in her mouth gave a final trust as he spewed his seed into her waiting mouth, she swallowed without thinking before she started to gag as some of the hot cum dribbled down her the corner of her lips. The intensity of the shooting love potion drove her over the edge as her own climax hit her blindingly. Every nerve ending in her body felt sensitised to the max as she arched her back as spasm after spasm rocked her very soul. She struggled to catch her breath as the glorious feeling started to ebb away but before she could come down from her high, she felt the most delicious feeling of a hard phallus piercing through her inner being, spreading and sliding into her filling her totally. Although she was no longer a virgin, the total feeling of being enveloped filled her and she started to get pounded by that wonderful weapon of love. As she started to moan, another guy took his place by her head placing his hard member on her lips. This time she feasted like there was no tomorrow, licking around the crown of the bulbous head and sucking on it lovingly as if it were the most precious gift in the world. This time, the guy didn’t last too long and was soon filling her mouth once again with spurt after spurt of cum. As she swallowed to catch her breathe she found that she couldn’t as her body just wouldn’t rest until it finally got what it yearn for, sexual gratification. She thrashed her head about trying to focus on the pleasure she was feeling and she caught sight of her friend Yvette; riding on one of the guys while she sucked on another who was standing over them. Her eyes widened as she saw a third guy approach from behind preparing for an assault on Yvette’s hind quarters. Yvette moaned loudly as he pushed through her rectal muscles and she was not double but triple penetrated. Incredulously, Angeline started to wonder how Yvette must be feeling and wondered what it was like to be used that way. But before she could venture further, her second orgasm rocked her so hard that her mind heavily intoxicated with alcohol and now sexual pleasure shut down and she totally blacked out. That night, a part of Angeline Kang died and Angel was reborn. From a well respected academic who demanded excellence from her students, another phoenix arose from the ashes as the only thing that Angel now craved and was obsessed with was total sexual gratification. Daily, Angel searched for the perfect lover, group of lovers, male or female to bring her to that sacred haven that she could only find in the throes of sexual satisfaction. That night the Fallen Angel was born.
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#4
10-12-2009, 08:27 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
hmmm 91 views and not a single respond..... perhaps your guys are more into the hardcore stuff???
Do I continue or let this thread die???
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10-12-2009, 09:40 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
thanks bro... working on the next parts
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#7
10-12-2009, 09:42 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
delicious story w delicious description w delicious c n d cup ladies,yummy!I loike!
Continue bro. I wld up u if I can.
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#9
10-12-2009, 10:49 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
thanks guy, i'm happy that my story is appreciated. Will continue to work on the series.
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#10
10-12-2009, 10:50 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
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The morning after, Angeline woke up next to a stranger. It took her a while to get her focus back and the hangover she had was making it really difficult to remember the events of the previous night. She sat there for a while wondering why she was in a hotel room with a naked guy. Slowly the memories flooded back to her and her face felt flushed. “How could I have let that happen?” she thought to herself. “Those were things that bad girls and sluts did… my parents raised a respectable daughter… I’m a teacher, for GOD’s sake!” Tears started streaming down her face at the thought of her indiscretions. She fought to control her emotions and suddenly felt the urge to throw up. She ran to the bathroom and yesterday’s fantastic dinner became today’s sewage. Crying uncontrollably, she crawled into the bath and turned up the temperature of the shower until it was close to scalding her. She began scrubbing herself, wanting nothing more then to wash the sins and the filth from her being but knowing deep down that in spite of everything, she was a slut… a common whore that didn’t deserve respect. She tried to push the memories of the previous night to the back of her mind, to forget the sordid details but every stroke of her soapy hands on her skin, every brush against her erogenous zones sent a shiver up her spine. Her skin tingled, yearning… wanting… desiring for more attention. Despite her crying and her inner turmoil, her hands found its way onto her heaving breast and started to stroke on her newly sensitized nipples. It was as though her senses were now suddenly awakened and highly multiplied and intensified. Sliding one hand down her flat abdomen she felt the evidence of the previous night’s orgy; the dried flaky remnants of the many doses of semen caked around her labia and inner thighs. Through her disgust at herself, she remembered the intensity of the orgasms she had the night before, the pleasure she felt in the bouts of love-making…. No, she corrected herself, it wasn’t love-making, she was fucked… fucked hard and ruthlessly by GOD knows how many guys and how many times, she didn’t know. Before she could comprehend, her hands were spreading her lips and she was stroking her hardening clitoris, desperately trying to quell the maddening need to climax. A low groan forced its way out from the base of her throat as one hand pleasured her aching, yearning pussy while the other squeezed her nipples until they were almost sorely red. Her back arched and she gasped loudly as her vaginal muscles tensed and contracted as she climaxed again. The pleasure searing through her body making every nerve ending sensitive to touch, every feeling, every touch multiplied and intensified her orgasm, driving her insane as her muscle continually clenched and relaxed, her breathe shallow and quick, her head falling back against the wall as the strong shower washed all over her. Every drop of water hitting her skin increasing the pleasure even more, her heart raced as the adrenaline and the endorphins slowly ebbed away finally letting her body sag down into the corner. Angeline wanted to cry so badly; her mind filled with confusion and her heart aching from the loss of innocence and purity. Such wanton desires, degrading fantasies of being nothing more then a whore and the very though of masturbation were deemed the ultimate signs of sluts that she would look upon with disgust. But now, she had sunk down so low that it not only seemed to excite her, her mind was constantly thinking of when her next contact would come. She started laughing hysterically as tears continued to stream down her face. After sitting there in the shower for another 30 minutes, Angeline finally pulled herself up and wiped herself dry and walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in the large fluffy towel. To her surprise, she had totally forgotten the strange bedfellow she had awoken to this morning. He was sitting at the corner of the bed and was staring intently at her. His expression wore one of regret yet amazement. She stood there for a minute and they just stared silently at each other.
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#12
10-12-2009, 04:51 PM
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Re: Fallen angel
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“Are you just gonna sit there and stare with your mouth gaping like an idiot?” she finally snapped at him and immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry…. I’m just…. Ummmm…. I don’t do such things… I mean…. I’ve never done things like what happen last night.” As she said this, her eyes welled up. “I….. ermmm… neither have I.” the guys said quietly as he lowered his head in shame. “I… I… I’m sorry we took advantage of you. Tha….. that’s why I decided to stay the night even though the rest left… I needed to know that you were alright.” Angeline didn’t know whether to scream at him or to hug him. She continued to stand there staring at him, the silence deafening to both of them yet neither knew what was the right thing to say. Finally, he looked up and he said “I AM very sorry. You were drunk and what we did to you was unforgivable. I know I can’t make up for what my friends and I did to you last night. I am willing to face any consequences of those actions on my own and solely on my own.” She stared at him intently and really looked at him for the first time. His hair was short but naturally wavy; his imploring eyes searching and hoping for forgiveness were wide and piercing. His nose was slightly crooked and his jaw line chiselled. He was sitting there in his boxers and his upper torso was well sculpted with nicely toned pectorals and the faint markings of a six pack abdomen. He wasn’t big like a bodybuilder but he looked rugged like an athlete. In short, Angeline had to admit, he was yummy. Her eyes roamed downwards to the bulge in his boxers and wondered which cock was his. In the blur of the previous night, she realised that she had absolutely no recollection of who’s who. It was all a haze of sweaty bodies and hard cocks. If he hadn’t stayed behind, she wouldn’t even have known who any of the guys were. She sighed and she said quietly “you can start by telling me your name.” He looked at her in surprised, “My… my name???” “Yes… your name, for starters… then you can start repaying by making me feel less of a whore and a slut by at least buying me breakfast downstairs before we decide what comes next.” He smiled and stood up, extending his hand and said, “OK! Hi, I’m Aaron Lee, 30, single and working as a management consultant in an MNC. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She shook his hand and teased “Ask for your name, tell me so much for what? Interview meh? I’m Ange…… ermmm… just call me Angel.” He laughed and said, “An introduction to a beautiful lady is something that seldom comes along, a guy has one shot at making a big impact and it’s important to ensure that the necessary is said. Now how about that breakfast… buffet? Or would you rather take a walk to the food centre?” Breakfast turned out to be pleasant and Aaron a real gentleman. He sat her down and ordered whatever she felt like having and generally treated her like a princess. In spite of everything, she found that she rather liked his company. Time flew by and breakfast dragged nearer to lunch. “Shit!” Angel exclaimed all of a sudden. “What?” Aaron was shocked and started looking around to see what startled her. “The room, we need to check out! It’s almost 12!” She said. “Oh!” Aaron bit his lips as if he were considering what he should say. “Ermmm… Could you… I mean… Would you consider… ermmm…” “What? Spit it out!” she said exasperated. “Would you consider…. Could I have the pleasure of your… your company for the weekend?” he said shyly. “I could extend the room for another day… I’d really, really like to spend more time with you and get to know you better.” “You are certifiably insane, you know that?” she said. “If you don’t want my company, I’m ok with that. I can still extend and pay for the room for you to enjoy the weekend there…. I can even throw in a spa package for you…” he started. “Are you trying to buy me so that you won’t get into trouble?” she shot at him as she glared.
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11-12-2009, 08:20 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
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11-12-2009, 08:23 AM
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Re: Fallen angel
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“I… NO… I didn’t… That’s not what I mean…” he tried to defend his actions. Angel burst out laughing at his shocked expression. “Let’s go extend before they give the room to somebody else… then you’ll have to get a room at Ritz Carlton to make it up to me instead.” She could see the relief in his face when she said that. He shook his head, started to say something then decided not to again. “What? What did you want to say?” she pressed. “Nothing… is just…. You’re such a little minx. You scared the shit out of me.” He confessed, at which she burst out laughing throwing her head back. Aaron looked at her, with her head thrown back and thought to himself “This girl is amazing. I’ve never met anyone as beautiful, enigmatic or unpredictable as her.” As Aaron made the necessary arrangements to extend their stay in the hotel, Angel stood aside watching him. She wondered how far she could push the envelope of his guilt and what she could actually gain out of the entire situation. She thought back of all the times she had watched Yvette manipulate her beau-of-the-moment in order to get them to buy her whatever she desired or do whatever she needed them to do. “Was this what it felt like? Was this the power Yvette wielded over those men? Could I achieve that same impact and effect on men as well?” Aaron broke her out of her reverie when he walked over smiling. She smiled and looked deep into his eyes as she leaned into him and whispered to him, “those men over there keep staring at me…. I’m still in my party outfit and have nothing else to wear… I think my skirt’s too short for day wear… How?” He looked at her, lost in her wide eyed innocence and he knew that he couldn’t refuse her, nor did he want to. He was wildly attracted to her and the infatuation was growing with each passing minute. He took her hand and pulled her along as he said “Oh well, let’s go shopping then.” They spent the day as lovers would, walking hand in hand roaming from Marina Square to Suntec City, even walking as far as Raffles City as if they were a couple on a date. They talked and laughed, they shared stories and intimate details of their lives. As the sun started setting, they headed back to the hotel and shared a romantic dinner together. They shared a bottle of Pinot Noir and none too soon, the food and wine were gone. He reached over the table asking “What’s next? You want to party at Balaclava again? She slowly traced her finger tips along his hands and looked up coyly. “Party… perhaps… but not in Bala… I was thinking of another kind of fun.”
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