Carrying.

As Nigel sat near the bus entrance, it was easy for him to feed off the eye candies boarding at each stop. His RayBan sunglasses were on in the prime afternoon sun and it served well as a guard, allowing none of those staring eyes to spot him. Just as he got sleepy under the cooling breeze from the vents, a lady in her thirties appeared after some struggle to get her ez-link card out. In her hands were bags of groceries from NTUC, and even her shoulders were occupied by the environmental friendly cloth bags.

She had knocked onto him as she placed the bags on the platform beside him, but managed to get her card scanned at the next stop. Unable to carry her stuff to the back for a good seat, Nigel shifted himself to the empty seat beside and she smiled sweetly at him, whispering a soft ‘thanks’. Her black hair had its ends curled, running down her shoulders, covering part of the black Mango tank top she wore. Her slightly muscular legs was slim, but not too thin to a scare.

Sitting next to him in that short denim skirt, she looked mature in every way, but her polite attitude was what caught Nigel’s attention. Although he was keen to get him for a shower under the heat, his mind was coming up with excuses to stay with her longer. And after a few bus stops, his pick up skills were put to the test.

Nigel: ‘Can I help you?’

At that instant, a handle of one heavier plastic bags slipped and weighed her down, creating a chain reaction to the cloth bag on her shoulder with streaks of redness. One of the grips had slipped and a tearing sound was heard. With the rest of the passengers staring at her embarrassing delay, Nigel needed no cue to pick the rest of the shopping bags and alighted before her, while she stayed for a few more seconds at the door trying to tap her card out.

Lady: ‘I’m so sorry for making you alight. You can just leave the bags on the seat, I can manage.’

Nigel: ‘It’s alright miss, I can carry them for you. The bag on your shoulder is tearing apart.’

She checked on the bag he spoke about and realised it was so close to giving way. Having no other choice, she spent some time adjusting the bags and he took over a few more so she could hug the more delicate groceries.

They walked a few minutes to her block and he gracefully helped her at the door, so she could open it. Flinging his shoes outside, he made his way in and she quickly helped to lighten his load.

Girl (shouting): ‘Mummy!’

Lady (shouting): ‘Yes girl. Hang on a minute k? I got your ice cream.’

Nigel couldn’t resist but smiled hearing that she had bought something for the excited girl’s voice coming from a room.

Lady: ‘Take a seat. I’ll get you some drinks.’

Nigel: ‘It’s okay. Why don’t you get her ice cream first?’

She rushed to one of the bags and took out a 2 litre tub, clumsily scooping some into a bowl, and then disappearing into her daughter’s room where she spent another few minutes. During the wait on the sofa, he was admiring the beautiful decorated house, until she appeared again, looking even better covered in perspiration.

Lady: ‘Here, have this. Thank you so much for your help. It’s so embarrassing on the bus when everyone waited for me.’

Nigel: ‘Well, that’s how it is in Singapore. Everyone is in a hurry.’

Lady: ‘Except you! I’m Eliza.’

Nigel: ‘And I am Nigel. Beautiful house you have.’

Eliza: ‘Thanks. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’s getting late.’

Nigel: ‘I would hate to impose you.’

Eliza: ‘It’s nothing. Let me go get changed. And you can rest while I cook.’

She went into a room opposite her daughter’s and right then, a girl in her teens appeared, shocked at his appearance.

Girl: ‘Mummy, is that your friend?’

And after that was followed by a softened conversation. She went into the kitchen for a drink and went back to her room, giving Nigel a quick indulgence in her braless-long-tshirt state. Eliza returned to the kitchen in a similar long shirt and he followed suit, helping her to prepare the ingredients while they chatted. Unknown to Eliza, Nigel was a gastro-consultant, apt in cooking and coming up with recipes on the spot.

Eliza: ‘Wow, you are a good cook.’

Nigel: ‘And you are a beautiful mom.’

A flush of blush flashed through her face and she kept quiet, silently glad that she could still appear attractive to the younger generation. As his shirt got stuck on his body from the stove, he realised that she was standing behind him, watching him ‘perform’ on the wok. His concentration was a little blurry by then, as he could smell the subtle fragrance from her.

Suddenly, her hands went to his waist and pulled his shirt off, running down his chest once she placed the wet t-shirt on the dining table. Slipping her fingers into his shorts, his hard on was frantically rising, as though trying to reach her fingers too.

Nigel: ‘Your daughter.. ‘

Eliza: ‘Shhh.. I told her to stay in her room until dinner is ready.’

Nigel: ‘But you’re distracting me.’

Eliza: ‘So should I stop? You’re turning me on with your focused look.’

In her mind, ‘no’ kept chanting like a bee’s buzz, hoping he could let her have him for a little while.

Nigel: ‘I think it will keep me energised.’

The buttons on his shorts were undone and zipper lowered, leaving his underwear just below his rod after she tugged at it. Stroking gently while standing behind him, he was trembling from her skilful yet careful handjob. She then leaned her head next to his ears and whispered something that made him twitched.

Eliza (whispering): ‘You are really big.’

Pouring a little olive oil in her palm, her strokes went faster, and Nigel quickly plated the one delicious stir-fried chicken in oyster sauce on a clean plate she prepared for him. Once done, she turned him around and pulled him by the neck to the wooden dining table, sitting just at the edge. He reached backwards for the bottle of oyster sauce and placed it on the table, before sliding his hands under her shirt to remove whatever underneath, if there was any.

Pushing his shoulders down, he grabbed the bottle and tilted it over her groin, dripping a few drops down her pussy. She had not showered since they got home, but it was cleanly washed, with a triangular trimmed pubic. Diving in for the fresh ‘oyster’, he licked her continuously and helped himself to the sauce that lubricated her pearl. Soft moans were coming out of her pink lips, and his dick was dying for some attention.

Standing back up, he was about to enter her when she stopped him, going over to the stove where the basket of veggie was waiting to be cooked. He let her get in position and arranged all the seasoning where she could reach and flipped her shirt to her waist.

Spreading her legs apart, he stood between them and straightened his knees, putting his plug slowly into her. As his olive oiled dick sank into her, her hands could no longer hold onto the wooden spoon. Flicking the fire off, Nigel held onto her waist and pounded her hard, weakening her knees and making her moan with the sizzling sounds from the wok.

Eliza (moaning): ‘You’re too big!’

He used his hand to cover her mouth while giving her the wildest fuck, ramming so deep into her that an orgasm blasted her body till she collapsed to the floor. Still undone with his thrusts, he went down on his knees and doggied her again, this time, closing her legs so he could have a better feel. As her pussy tightened from the ongoing orgasms, Nigel couldn’t hold out any longer too.

Nigel (whispering): ‘You’re getting too tight! I’m gonna cum!’

Eliza: ‘Inside me.’

He reached around her to give both of her boobs a massage and she squeezed him even more. Feeling his dick pumping quicker inside her, Eliza was in the heavens all the way until his load began to warm her insides. He did not stop but kept going until juices were dripping down her thighs. To end their unexpected encounter, he pulled out of her slowly after a few attempts of her backing onto him to keep him inside.

Once he was out, he picked her up and settled her on the chair, while he wore his pants back and finished cooking the vegetables. And as soon as the rice cooker clicked, her daughter appeared and she helped to get the rice, while the awkward pair ate their dinner quietly. That night, Eliza’s mind was filled with scenes of the kitchen sex, having his hot dick pounding inside, closely brushing on the walls of her sensitive pussy, and then replaying the hot load of cum entering her.

After she saw the lights of her girl’s room went off, her fingers went to her clit, and gently rubbed herself to sleep, wetting the bed while wishing Nigel to be sleeping beside her.

Nigel (SMS): ‘Let me know when you are buying groceries again? I can help.’

Eliza (SMS): ‘Sure thing. You can come over to cook for me anytime.’

He took, was jerking himself off while texting her, unknown that she was masturbating to him as well. It was definitely a random encounter and the image of her pantyless with the scent of oyster, was just so tantalising.

Barista – Full time Job opening.

Thankfully for this blog, if not, this post would seem inappropriate for any job offerings that is gender specific. That previous sentence probably summed up the contents for this entry. Nothing sexual, purely looking for one female staff to join my workplace.

Job Title: Barista
Contract: Full Time
Salary: 1.6 – 1.8k
Working Hours: 8 – 10 hours /day, closed every Tuesday.
Nationality: Singaporean or PR.

Detailed Staff Bio: Female, 18 & above (age above 16 but below 18 will not be required to serve alcoholic beverages), and with no school/ other full or part time job committment.

Reasons for hiring only one female: The place currently has me, the only staff who happens to be male, and having a female would balance the mood and workflow out. Guys love to be served by ladies, and vice versa happens too.

Background Info:

I, the manager of a cafe, am looking for someone who can work alongside with me, in a 3-4 staff environment. Bluntly put it, to find someone whom I can groom to handle shifts alone (for the opening or closing). This is a small family business, with limited potential for expansion or hierarchy (promotion) growth.

Job Summary:

Primary role; Coffee skills inclusive of latte art, espresso calibration, basically all the drinks that are served in any cafes (hot choc, ice blends, exclusive beverage recipes, etc.) Shopkeeping inclusive of cleaning, washing dishes, maintaining cleanliness of equipments, adjusting furniture, serving drinks, meeting every possible (and appropriate) requests, etc.

Additional Task; Cashiering, preparing food (microwave, oven, boiling), teaching customers to get started playing darts, upselling to your best efforts, inventing and experimenting with new drinks or food items.

Learning Potential:

Besides coffee and basic mixology, the experience of running a cafe is what attracted me. Sure I am working for someone else, but operations are mostly left for me, one person to manage. Any successful candidates will be working with me, learning whatever you think I am better at so you can make full use of this opportunity.

I am not asking for anyone to be stuck here for life. I bet that someone who signs up for this have hopes of opening her own cafe too.

Extra Info:

This family I am working under, they are wealthy. That’s one thing I can assure you of, that you’ll never have to worry about food or delayed salaries. They value staff more than customers, and are often showing concern for me/ us. A tight knitted family, with ambitions I cannot afford to imagine in any near future.

Like with most well-to-do families, there are certain habits that I cannot help, like unreasonably leaving dishes for me to do, expecting me to clean up after them. This is what they are entitled to, given how lucky they are to never have to be in my shoes.

(almost) Final Words:

If you have anyone who loves coffee or enjoys basking in tranquil cafe environment, please ask if they want to join me. I strongly recommend for anyone interested to take up a trial, work for a day or two, to experience how is it to be working here. That would be a good proposition than to start work after an interview, only to ‘want’ to leave after a short period. I certainly would not want to waste any serious job-seekers’ time.

Personal Note:

I’m not highly educated, nor am I rich enough to work for passion. The skills I have as a ‘barista’ is worth something, and that I have to say, is one of the two things I am proud of (the other being this blog). Sadly (or for me, happily), I have something that not anyone else can have. I can secure a job (if I have no money) with barista experience, I can open my own cafe (if I have money).

This is something that takes time, patience and practice to perfect or at least get it to a ‘presentable/ hire-able’ level. Being a barista is a fad as of now, a job title popular for those who have no wish to dedicate their lives to coffee or running a cafe. This is after all, a F&B industry.

Be prepared for the off days you feel like coming back to the quiet, isolated, peaceful cafe to get some time off (which is pretty ironic). Be ready for the random urge to fish out the traditional Chinese tea set and run through the whole process for your cup of tea. Be on standby for any ideas that might come to your head while shopping at a market, for a new dish recipe or some crazy, wild drink concoction.

Such is a place that gets me into the mood I described above.

You can reach me via the contact page. Upon contacted with regards to this job posting, I will then provide a contact number. Please do not go ‘I think this girl will be interested, you can call her or Whatsapp her. 9631****’ If she is interested, get her to call or Whatsapp me to schedule an interview. A CV is required. If she doesn’t have one, it’s time to write one.

Asumi’s Gift.

This is the second part to another entry I wrote for Asumi, a fellow blogger. As this story remains exclusively hers, I had delayed it with the other entry (see part 1 below) until now for all to enjoy. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you had visited her site. 

Part 1 | Part 2

Just a week after our first meeting, Asumi texted me to tell me that she missed the alcoholic treat and politely asked if we should meet one day to get really drunk together. After the short SMS conversation, I prepared something for the next meet up by purchasing a of a newly released magic scent. It was to be used on the next day when I was tasked to close shop yet again. The invitation to head down to the cafe after closing garnered an instant respond from the lovely writer.

Everything happened that night kept replaying in her head despite the busyness of her work and she confessed that she was wet the whole time on the day of our second meet.

I turned off the lights for the bar like how I did every night, while she waited at the first floor, having arrived early. Just as I came back from the main power box, she requested to use the ladies and it wasn’t too much hassle to let her use it either. She brought her tote bag with her and I thought nothing of it, brushing off as a standard make up moment. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the door she entered five minutes ago, swung opened and her fair skin with the pieces of lingerie blocking out the important areas, forming a poorly visible silhouette.

Immediately, I turned my head around to the pavement where people were still walking past, fearing that she might put herself in danger. Sure, sexy and fun is good, but not when it risked a complaint to the place I work at.

Me: ‘Sumi, it’s too dangerous here.’

Asumi: ‘Relax. I’m not going beyond these tables. And I won’t jeopardise your job.’

She stood right in front of the service counter of the kitchen, skin appearing luminous from the dimmed streetlight behind me. I waited no more and made my way to her, standing a few inches in front of her to breath in the warm and fragrant scent. You guys know how good girls smelled even though they just perspired? From what I could tell, there was a hint of restraint, but it was more for her to manage.

Asumi: ‘You know. Just by being so close to me.. I am having trouble holding myself back not to jump on you?’

Hearing her sweet voice making such nice comments, I opened my arms and she stepped into my embrace. To feel her boobs on my chest was the most motherly thing I could imagine. Those soft, succulent, fleshy breasts were known to be life-giving. And a pair just presented themselves to me. I hugged her in return and unhooked her bra with a pinch, letting them fall silently on the floor. The next thing my hands did was to get on her chest, to hold the pair of luscious fair buns, and kneading them like soft dough.

Her head tilted sideways on my chest gave off moans that was the opposite of our first encounter. Soft and obedient, putting me in a charitable state. It seemed that she understood how cats could get people to keep petting them, by being the cutest little things on earth. Plus, the change in pace that made her impatience detectable underneath those well-behaved actions. I held her chin up and gave her a peck, pulling myself away just as I felt her lips part. She was under my control which was not exactly in her advantage.

Asumi: ‘Feel how wet I am?’

Me: ‘No. You feel how hard I am, without seeing, or touching.’

Asumi: ‘But.. Oh!’

Exactly, she was cute with a pinch of blueness, but not insensible at all. She undid my belt easier this time, and my loose jeans did half the work of getting out of the way. Like a down riding lift, she descended out of my sight, and I felt cold air against my groin. Right after, a warm, slippery vacuum, devoured my dick with a tight seal, like a snake having a mouse for dinner.

She sure took her time and put me in the same state I did to her, sheer desperation and urgency. Asumi only gave me one single stroke, that resulted in a satisfying gasp from me and took her mouth away, smiling as her eyes approached me from the ground.

Asumi: ‘I’ve checked. It needs a thorough clean with alcohol, but the size is right.’

How could it just end with one stroke? I made a dash behind the bar counter for the same shot glass of Bacardi and made my way to her. She snatched it from me and emptied it into her mouth. Needless to say, I was shocked. Was she that thirsty? She squatted down and went down on me again, this time, letting me know where the drink went. The Bacardi had a cooling effect on my dick and the 360 flooding of it made me felt drunk in the shortest time I couldn’t imagined to be possible. Her tongue was like an eel, fondling the shark to taunt it.

Once I had felt the effect of it, I couldn’t help but wanted to have my revenge. I brought her to her feet and kissed, transferring the mouthful of alcohol to me. I lifted her up on the table and took a seat, unable to make out the situation between her legs.

Asumi: ‘Waaait..’

I paused with my mouth full and she stepped lightly on my thigh to slip those satin panties off, colours visible for the first time when she placed it by her side. She laid flat on the table that was joined with another, keeping her heels just at the edge. Without further ado, I began feasting, drooling Bacardi all over as I sucked vigorously on her cleanly shaved pussy. The arching of her back hit the tables against the wall, but there was no cause for worry as it was a steady brick wall we were working out on. I soon got my wish of hearing the continuous erotic moans as I did a sloppy lick, until she decided it was too much for that short time.

Asumi: ‘Do you have one in your jeans?’

Me (mouth full): ‘Umm-hum.’

I nodded with my mouth full. She sat up and pulled my shirt off, while I handed her the shiny wrapper. She tore it open with skill and held it with two fingers between her legs, waiting to help me put it on. Of course, I made my way in and it took some time for it to roll down my shaft, at the same time penetration into her pussy.

Asumi: ‘Let the Bacardi run down your body as you do it k?’

My lips opened and a single stream trailed down my chest, across my stomach and onto our privates, closely connected. As gentle as I could, I began moving and her legs went around me. In our position, we could easily turn our heads to look out of the bar for curious eyes. And it showed to be ‘all clear’ up to that point.

The tables began hitting the walls harder and I was groaning with her, fucking in a drunken state like previous. There was a certain novelty to it as we did it twice in the same conditions – high on alcohol. Just after five minutes, my mouth was finally emptied and I stopped for a change in position.

Asumi: ‘Do you think we can shift there?’

She pointed at a corner with more visibility where customers would seat and I was doubtful about her decision. Still, I had arranged the chairs back to their positions once she was off the tables, so no one would suspect anything. In the short period of time, I managed to sneak out the magic bottle I bought earlier. And going over to where she pointed, my eyes could make out her shapely slim figure, sitting crossed legged facing the glass windows in front, obvious to a point I got a little worried.

Me: ‘Are you sure no one would see us?’

Asumi: ‘I don’t know. But I feel more excited here. What’s that in your hand?’

Me: ‘Oh. Something for you. It’s coconut flavoured.’

I placed the tiny brown bottle in her hand and she uncapped it, giving me little time to warn her not to ingest it. A little whiff was all she took before her body almost lost balance, and a senseless smile appeared on her face as well.

Asumi: ‘This is good.’

Me: ‘I know.’

She sat on the table in a Japanese style but realised that I couldn’t reach her pussy at all. The only remedy was to sit between her legs and tip her pussy over the edge of the table, exposing it for my dick’s entry.

Still holding onto the bottle, she took occasional sniffs at it while I straightened my knees, pushing my dick with the safety helmet on, into her pussy.

The entry was the most sloppy one you could imagine, juicy sounds being heard as I pierced my way in. She was just so wet. Once connected, I pressed her onto the table and began thrusting my hips like the wheels of a locomotive, increasing in speed as I felt her pussy relaxing.

From then on, it was a point of no return. I was pushing myself so hard that her body was trembling non-stop, pussy clenching onto my dick with every orgasms that did not seemed to be more than two minutes apart. Of course, I was no superman. Frequent ‘power downs’ were needed but never once I took a break without giving those pointy nipples some loving. I would pinch them between my thumbs and index fingers, then rolling them with increasing pressure until I felt a sudden squeeze of my rod.

Fun being fun, everything that has a beginning has an end. But in my mind, I hoped that the next phrase would always work – every end marks a new beginning. And I knew I had to work hard for it.

Driving my hips hard on her butt, the meaty gluts had unknowingly created a soft padding with a great rebound. I found myself using less effort as momentum found its rhythm.

Asumi (muttering): ‘I can’t take it anymore.’

I was indeed surprised when I heard that, so I took a quick peek at what was happening in front. Her face was sideways on the table, with the opened bottle in front of her nose. There was no overdose to worry about, but her dripping pussy was contradicting her words.

Me: ‘Okay. I think you had enough too. Let me finish it up k?’

Not expecting a reply, I rammed into her with all my might and her body suddenly picked itself up, groaning in an agony-like state. We understood that it was beyond her already. And I was about to cum as well.

After just two minutes of the insane-mode, I changed my strokes to long strides and before I knew it, the last thrust kept me in her as the condom stretched to contain my semen, deadly yet necessary.

Asumi: ‘Oh my god. I can feel the condom getting filled.’

From what I could see, sticky white fluids were being forced out of the space between my dick and condom, streaming down to her pussy.

Me: ‘Oh shit. I think some might have got into you.’

She showed no change in expression, mumbling softly with only the words ‘safe.. days..‘ audible. Assuming it was no big deal, I exited her tight love hole and tied the condom up neatly. After disposing the evidence, I wore my clothes back and helped the feeble lady get dressed, skipping the lingerie to her clothes.

At exactly one in the morning, we were finally done and walked out of the bar, oblivious to some wandering eyes.

Asumi (shocked): ‘Oh my god! I think I left my bra and panties inside!’

Me (confidently): ‘They are in your bag.’

She opened it and heaved a sigh of relief, contented that she did not forget them instead of fearing not wearing them home. After we separated to make our way home, a text from her came about ten minutes into the taxi ride home.

Asumi (SMS): ‘At first. It was the Bacardi trick that kept me thinking about you. Now, it’s the little brown bottle.’

Me (SMS): ‘I think it is a little addictive.’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Whatever the case, when will you be free again?’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

Part 1 | Part 2

Asumi’s Night.

This entry is written in appreciation of another erotic blog – Asumitok. As this story exclusively belongs to her, I had delayed it until now for all to enjoy. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you had visited her site. 

Part 1 | Part 2

After I had closed the bar at twelve, a lady wearing a white blouse and mid-thigh length black skirt, alighted a cab that had pulled up along the busy road. She walked right to the glass door of the bar and I was ready to inform her that we were done for the night, but a quick raise of her hands to make an ‘A’ shape brought our meeting to mind.

I hastily placed the last of the beer glasses back on the rack and invited her in, handing her a cold beer from the fridge before asking her to proceed upstairs where it was more comfortable to chill. Finally, the lights at the shop was turned off and I made my way up, to find her drinking quietly while typing away on her phone.

Me: ‘You’re on time.’

Asumi: ‘Yeah. Today was my off day, and I was wondering what to do when you emailed me.’

Me: ‘Lucky day for me huh?’

She patted on the empty space beside her and I took my seat, taking a large mouth of the fruity beer. As though we were long lost friends, her friendliness made it easy for my quiet nature to talk to, covering pretty much about everything under the sun. And it was through the conversation that I learnt a fair bit about her too. With the time passing unmonitored, we found ourselves to be sitting closer as we drank, even letting me wrap my arm around her neck to give her a taste of what I was drinking and in return, a sip from her bottle of beer.

Slowly, my last bottle was emptied and hands were free to rest on her exposed thighs, talking right in front of each others’ face about the secret stuff of our blogs. With the close proximity and the high from alcohol, the advances from my hand up her skirt met no resistance, and she was constantly resting her head on my arm behind her.

Sensing her state of high, I knew it was only right to ask for permission, and in a non-offensive way too. It was the time to think out of the box.

Me: ‘Can I show you a trick to get drunk without drinking?’

Asumi: ‘Huh? How?’

Me: ‘Wait for me.’

I ran downstairs to the bottle of Bacardi, containing 40% alcohol. It was simple knowledge to those who took drugs, but definitely unknown for average people like us. I poured a shot glass full of it and brought it to her, dipping my finger into it to get a generous coat all over my skin.

The next thing was a ‘do or die’ move. I slipped my hand with the Bacardi under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, in turn getting a stern look from Asumi. ‘Shh.. ‘, I whispered that before she could question me, and my fingertip ran up and down her slit, wetting it until her bodily fluid came to dilute the solution. From that, I knew she was feeling a little horny, and the alcohol made work easier.

My hand exited her skirt and made another dip into the shot glass, going back to her panties to sink my digits into her. After three short minutes, her face was redder than ever and was muttering words I couldn’t understand. And so, I’ve got what I wanted. I got up and slipped my hands under her skirt to pull those panties off, putting it in a pile on the wide arm rest. She was totally aware but unable to gather any strength to help. A push of her skirt lifted it up to her hips and I raised the shot glass to her tummy, pouring it in a steady stream while fingering her.

It was an instantaneous effect when alcohol was absorbed through the part of a woman’s body with so many nerve endings. Seeing her drunken state, I gave in to my urge to kiss her and it advanced to a passionate tongue fight in no time. The next thing I knew was the frenzied rush to get my jeans off, and getting her perspiration-soaked top unbuttoned. Staring at those beautiful curves of her breasts in her bra, my fingers were still busy keeping her wet.

Asumi: ‘Are you just going to look at them?’

My free hand quickly reached under her shirt to her back to unclasp the hooks, replacing the restrictive bra with my mouth, trained to use the teeth and tongue to put her into overdrive. It wasn’t pain that my technique created, but it was the alternating hard and soft teasing that made her lose control.

With my jeans halfway down my legs, she gave my underwear a hard tug and grabbed my dick painfully. By then, her body had slouched a bit down on the sofa and I stood with my body bent over her so I could reach between her legs.

Me: ‘Can’t you be more gentle?’

Asumi: ‘No, I prefer to do it as how you would.’

She took the glass of unfinished Bacardi and poured a little over my rod, stroking it up and down to get every part covered. For a low alcohol tolerance person like me, I had to sit down after a few minutes as my mind was turning into a white screen, and she seemed sort of happy to put me in that situation too.

She then turned her body towards me and pushed me down to lie on the sofa, head resting next to her sweet smelling panties. I did not know why but I stopped her before her mouth touched as it was not right for me to get this privileged treatment from her, especially from a lady I respect for writing awesome contents.

Asumi: ‘Don’t worry. I’m just going for the liquor.’

Liquor? She meant the Bacardi she wiped on me. Her mouth engulfed the tip and sent me into a trance, mixing pleasure with the high from alcohol. As expected, she stopped after a while once the ‘drink’ was finished, and returned to her seating position, legs wide opened for my turn.

I hopped off the couch and sat between her legs, diving in for the yummy, juicy abalone that was dripping wet. It was more like a XO abalone treat to me then. My lips sucked on her clit and my teeth came forth to give it a nibble, resulting in a struggle from her to push me away but my head was firmly buried between her legs.

Knowing she couldn’t last long with this mode of attack, I intentionally kept going until she was groaning in pain, thereafter swapping the licking with my fingers to rub on her sensitive clit. After some time, I just couldn’t hold myself back from putting my fingers inside her, especially when she was so tight.

Me: ‘Come, turn around and kneel on the sofa.’

Asumi: ‘Is it time already?’

Me: ‘Nope. I think I’m late.’

She gave me a sly grin and turned herself over, sticking her butt out as an invitation. I quickly rummaged through my jeans lying on the floor for a condom and rolled just the tip over, before using her small opening to complete the job. I started off slow to let the condom roll down the length, and once it was on, I emptied the glass of leftover Bacardi to use as lubricant and rammed hard into her.

The sight of her turning into a little monster was most unexpected as she clamped her pussy down on me even harder. Her translucent blouse from the perspiration and the waist height skirt was a feast to my eyes despite the dimmed environment. With that tightness, the only thing my mind wanted me to do was ‘go harder’. And so I did.

The grip on her waist was making sore marks, and the half-drunken state was making me insane. I could only kept ramming the breath out of her and myself, totally losing the power to delay. After some time of crazy rear pounding, I flipped her over to her back and did a half-squat to position my dick downwards at her pussy.

She held it in place for me and I simply lowered myself to sink it in. That serious look appeared once again on her face and I could only smile as I did my miniature squats. The new angle from my entry was pushing all of her buttons that sent her body into an adrenaline pumping mode, flooding her mind with the buildup to a huge orgasm she could never be ready for.

Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, I kept going, changing to a forward thrusts after my calves tire themselves out. Pounding my hips hard on her butt, the juicy sounds were squishing loudly in the empty floor. Oh how much I wanted it to last longer, but her last few orgasms truly made me wild and crazy, pushing me to my wit’s end.

After the last clench of her pussy on my dick, it was time to end the night, or so I figured. I closed her legs together and flipped her to the side, resting one of my knees on the edge of the sofa. Making shallow but quick thrusts, my dick only went in 80% but the response from her was overwhelming the same. It was the change in angle doing the work again, but that was where it would all end. I kept going non-stop as fast as I could, until the creamy load rushed up my dick and I sank the full length deep into her, while letting my cum fill the condom up.

It was a moment that I wished would last forever, to be inside of this wonderful, witty girl, warm and cosy, passionate and respectable. Still, I knew it was impossible in any universe for that wish to come true and I pulled out of her, dripping cum onto the floor with the overfilled condom.

I turned my attention to the disposal of the rubber, careful not to let any of my sperms touch her and she wore her clothes back, adjusting to straightness as though nothing had happened. Leisurely, we packed the place and left the bar, making our separate ways home to rest after the eventful night.

On the way home, she sent her first text to me which I left my number in my email to her.

Asumi (SMS): ‘When was the last time you cummed?’

Me (SMS): ‘About two weeks ago?’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Wow! No wonder. Just want you to know that it was the most I have ever came across. ;)’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

Part 1 | Part 2

Sticky Substance 2.

After Junie’s mum was done with putting the laundry into the washing machine, she went back to join her girl in front of the TV, keeping silent until she asked her a deadly question.

Junie: ‘Mummy, so what was the craziest thing dad and you did?’

Mum: ‘Oh! So it’s my turn?’

Junie: ‘Just want to know.’

Mum: ‘Fine. Hmm.. Back in the olden days, carparks had concealed staircases and dad was one of the few who owned a car at his age of 28. We too had dinner, and he drove me to the top most level of a carpark, to enjoy the open air view of the stars. There wasn’t so much high rise compared to now, so it was easy to find such places.

In the darkness and silence, it was me who initiated your dad. I remembered leaning over to him and going for his pants, unzipping it and struggle to yank his dick out. He didn’t resist at all, since men are bound to stay motionless when a girl pounces on them. Something just came over me to make a good memory out of this romantic night, and my mouth was over him before he could even adjust the seat down.

I wasn’t going to let him relax or what, so I just sucked him fast and deep, choking myself a few times but I was happy doing it for a man I loved. His manly groans is still in my head today. What you call it erotic-asphyxiation was what I went through. The lack of air was making me light headed and getting it over and done with was all that was on my mind.

He had sensed that and stopped me before things went out of hand and into my mouth. And it was that which brought me back to this world too. He climbed to the back seat and I followed suit, lifting up my black skirt and exposing my butt to whoever was looking at the car, if there was anyone at all. He was lying on top of me and tearing a hole in my pantyhose, then attacking me with his mouth. He could go on and on, at the fastest speed that drove me wild with orgasms. And when he got tired, his fingers would take over to create those slurpy sounds that I always loved when we got intimate.

Once I was wet enough, he just shifted his hips to the position and shoved it in one stroke. At that moment, I was resenting him for not being a gentleman, but the quick entry reduced the pain once he started pumping. Oh god you should see how crazy he was. He threw my legs out of the way and placed his clenched fists next to my head. I was looking at him in the eyes while licking my lips.

He was like an animal, pounding and shaking the car so much. The suspensions worked well as it helped him to ‘bounce’ better. My pussy was always in a contracted state with the orgasms that hit me so hard and frequent. He knew how to delay as well, shifting his attention to my breasts when he needed a rest. He ripped the buttons apart and just bite on my boobs so hard that it felt good, coupled with the pain I couldn’t care about.

Once he recovered his energy, his mouth found its home on my nipples and sucked so hard on them while his hips pumped that thick slab of meat into me. My pelvic bone was hurting but it felt too good to stop. He just went non-stop in a frenzy until I got so tight that he couldn’t wait any longer to cum.

Pulling it mercilessly out of my needy body, I sat up and changed to a kneel, taking his cock into my mouth once he found his balance on his knees on the seats. I just kept sucking until he held my head down and unloaded his creamy thick load down my throat. All along, I was afraid of the taste, but that was when he showed me that a little suffering of my throat will make things better.

So from then on, up to this day, I would always let him shoot in my mouth whenever we did it. Since having you and brother was more than enough to handle. Occasionally, when we told you we are going to spend some points at the hotel, it was more of an excuse to have marathon sex with your dad.

Now that I’ve told you about daddy and I, are you happy?’

Junie: ‘Yupp! I didn’t expect you two to be so wild!’

Mum: ‘Young days!’

By the time she finished her story, dad came home from work and found the two girls bonding better than before. With a smile on his face, he asked mum to help him change out in the bedroom, and perhaps a night of wild sex too.

Sticky Substance.

Mum: ‘Girl, I’m going to do the laundry now. Any more clothes to wash?’

Like a ninja, Junie ran to the basket where her mum was sorting through the clothes, only to find her holding onto one of her panties with a disgusted expression.

Mum: ‘Girl, what is this sticky thing? What did you do?’

Junie: ‘Mum, I’ll wash my panties myself.’

Mum: ‘No, you tell me what this is. Let’s talk outside.’

She took two of her daughter’s underwear with similar yellowish stains and went to the living room, laying them out on the table before folding her arms in an angry mood.

Junie: ‘Mummy, I have a boyfriend outside.’

Mum: ‘I don’t care about that. I want to know what you did. How did this happen?’

Sitting next to her mum, she felt a little worried and guilty when she asked for the details. It wasn’t glamorous at all to tell what happened between her boyfriend and her, but she knew she could not hide long either.

Junie: ‘There was one time we met after work. And after dinner, we went for a walk around the park. We sort of sat down and began kissing. One thing led to another, and that was how I got the stain.’

Mum: ‘Don’t just say one thing led to another.’

Junie: ‘His hand went under my dress and started to rub me outside of my panties. I was feeling horny and warm by then, so I just let him continue. Soon, his fingers went into my panties and went into my pussy. I couldn’t believe how long his fingers were but it felt good when he stretched my vagina and filled it up. It was so hot and tight.

He was moving so deep and hard that juices were leaking, and my panties soaked them up. I remembered getting worried about people hearing my moans but it was late then, and we were far away from any blocks. So I just make those sounds and he went faster. Each time I climaxed, a lot of juices would just flow out and he keep his fingers inside to feel me contracting on him.

After I came about three times, he then unzipped his pants and let me touch him. I was a little scared of the throbbing piece of meat then. He was bigger than usual, but I have never imagined it inside me. I just took it in my hand and spread some saliva over it, stroking it up and down while he fingered me in an awkward position. To think back, I guess it was crazy of us cause we didn’t cover with anything. His dick was out in the open and spurting pre-cum while I pumped him.

Some time later, he stopped me and got me to stand behind the bench we were sitting on, saying that he will let me feel something better. So I stood up and he went behind me. His hands went around my waist to rub on my clit in my panties and my hand went around to keep him hard. Something in me wanted him to cum at the same time I climax. But he had other things in mind.

Without suspecting anything, the next thing I felt was his hot dick between my butt. It slid down until the tip was poking at me, and then, with slow, gentle thrusts, his dick made its way into me. He was careful to go slow so it wouldn’t hurt, and in no time, he was pumping into me, driving my mind blank and limbs weak.

Soon, we were going so fast that the loud slapping sounds was worrying me, but he assured me that if anyone came, he would protect me first. I could feel my pussy getting tighter at that moment, from the excitement that we were doing it outdoors. And even possibly someone spotting us. I knew I could trust him, so I just let myself free.

He went for at least ten minutes before he stopped, whispering to my ears and asked where to unload. Before I could answer him, he stood upright and pounded me hard, for about fifteen seconds of madness to give me another orgasm. Which was then I felt him pausing, and a strong jet shot something warm into me.

Since there was no turning back, I asked him to keep going and he did. With that half-hardened dick, he managed to give me another round before he had to pull it out, admitting that he would need time to calm himself down.

After he pulled out, my panties went back to its original state and his cum just got squeezed out while I rested. More came out when I walked home. That was how it got there.’

Her mum said nothing after she told her what happened and went into her bedroom, appearing with a square metal case that states ‘LoveBox’ on it.

Mum: ‘Next time, use this.’

Leaving the panties for Junie to wash, she went back to the laundry and resumed her chores. Junie on the other hand, felt safer as her mum seemed to be open with what happened, at the same time, feeling a little horny as she recounted her ordeal.

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Inspirations!

I am constantly looking for inspirations to write new topics. Having followed me for so long, you would have realised I cannot write like Mel, the author of RoughOrders. Nor do I have a body like Natalie, the blogger for NataliesSins. While storylines can often be suggested, it is the form of writing that I need some breakthrough. I have my own category of less-ideal styles like newspaper reports, or police statement, so don’t suggest them. I like writing letters though!

Shoot me some stories you read elsewhere that I haven’t wrote or you haven’t come across on my blog. I’ll accept topics I haven’t covered or plots you really die die want me to write. No gore please. Bloodshed apart from menses are unnecessary.

For now, like always, I write based on my mood. So I may not work on your feedback immediately. And may I ask for good attitude and etiquette when you send your email or say something in my chatbox? Don’t turn me off. It kills the mood, and a baby seal at the same time.

Emails!

As a male author, I don’t get many emails or comments. Duh. Most people are reading quietly, hopefully some are beating off to my works. But if you do have a heart burning, dick twitching, pussy aching urge to say something to me, pease do! Who doesn’t like emails (that aren’t work related) written from the heart?

Models!

This is an open invitation for girls, or guys who know girls, to volunteer (them)! Yupp. Volunteer. Staplerman runs a non-profit blog. If you (I’m referring to the ladies) out there wishes to sell photos, I wouldn’t mind. You’ll take everything. The readers here will enjoy the couple of ‘preview’ photos for free.

To me, this is a project. One I wreck my mind over, tire my fingers out on. If anyone of you ever contacts me, rest assure it would be like the school days, discussing enthusiastically about your upcoming art project. Other projects like programming or presentations are boring.

This site’s intention was never to harm anybody. You, readers or models or fellow writers, will always come first.

Schedule!

As of late, I’m busy with my new workplace. It has been two months into the new company, about time the ugly side of every workplace would surface. Busier than usual, but still writing. All thanks to Ena, the owner of PromiscuousSecret.

Stories are lined up all the way to April of 2017, with all your incest, teacher-student, underaged, FBTs, public sex, BDSM fetishes on standby. Remember! Once every three days. That’s the frequency of my posts, and also a healthy timeline between each ‘destressing’ period. I’m talking about masturbation that is.

Personal Life!

New workplace. New people. I met someone, but things are on the dating level now. All that’s on my mind now is ‘future’. Your Staplerman is getting older, and I’m sure the plots and motivation behind the stories will change.

If anyone of you are interested in getting to know me personally, I wouldn’t say no. I AM friends with some of the other erotic bloggers, and challenges are often brought up to write better. It helps with the writers’ block.

Rewards!

So does Staplerman deserve any rewards for coming this far? Sorry if this sounds a bit selfish. Email me if you want to buy me a cup of coffee! Or get something bigger for me, like a Microsoft Surface tablet, or sponsor a sum of money to get a model for all of our sake.

Farewell!

Alright. Here is where this entry will end, but not my legacy. Staplerman will still be writing no matter if you like it. If you are starting out on erotic blogging, please don’t be shy to ask me to link you up. Of course, I place high value on integrity and potential of blogs that appear on my links. If you don’t see yours here, I either do not know about it yet, or it infringes some copyright stuff that I do not support (even if no one complains) or that it might be NOT erotic enough. Please note that I am referring to our local, Singaporeans’, blogs.

Anyway, if one day, for some reasons, this blog really do disappear, please understand it must have affected me on that big a scale. From what I write, you can figure out I am quite an emotional guy. As best as I can, I will give some form of warning or statement. Just so you guys can permanently remove my bookmark off your browser. That would be the darkest day of my life. Choy choy~

Goodnight guys.

Like Father, Like Son.

Heading home in the family car after dinner, the day of the month to eat with their son, Jacob and future daughter-in-law, Xin, had ended. Every meal they had was an expensive one in a posh restaurant and the usual routine of sending Xin home was expected each time.

Jacob had been attached to Xin for close to three years now, and it was not a typical relationship either. He was considered to be an ‘ah beng’ (Singapore slang for male gang-like character) with tattoos covering his arms and legs. Frequent late nights and loved drinking with his buddies. Xin on the other hand, was a quiet but friendly girl, who went through school with promising future. Not that she was affected by his background, but to many, it was a mismatch in this society where good would be with good and vice versa.

Wearing a short skirt as requested by Jacob, they sat quietly behind while his parents chatted between themselves about the F&B company they ran. Feeling a little adventurous, he then shifted his hand on her thigh up her skirt, and rubbing on her panties. Although she was used to his advances, the situation they were in was not exactly the ideal place to hanky panky, but she kept quiet as usual, trusting his decision. Slowly, the wetness came through her undies and he moved into her panties, rubbing on her clit as her legs widened.

With the speed he went at, it was impossible for her to remain still and so she began breathing heavily, audible in the vehicle whenever the music changed to the next track. Delighted with her obedience, he continued teasing her until moans came from her behind the background music, and she reached for his bulge to stroke it through his pants.

His mum and dad could vaguely make out what was happening behind them, and it was spurring dad to do something too. Sticking his arm across the central braking handle, he slipped his hand under mum’s dress to find a bit of warmth from the slight moisture. It was a cue to do something more before she lost her mood when they get home. Pushing his fingers into her, the change in dampness surprised him and the hard on came as fast as he could remember.

Focusing back on the wheel, he drove the car into a secluded road where a few other were parked. He then unclipped his seatbelt and leaned over to mum, who was feeling drunk from the few bottles of beer they shared. Xin too, was too turned on to care about what was happening in front of them, although she could hear the other set of moans coming from mum.

With the car dimmed and air conditioning on full blast, the two men began pumping their hands into the ladies, making the music irrelevant to their loud moans. As the ladies’ hands rubbed outside the pants, it was only a matter of time before they needed more. The patch of wetness between their legs was enough to start something crazier, and the male hormones in the males ticked at the same time to move to sex.

Dad pulled his hand away first and climbed over to his wife’s side, lowering the seat all the way onto the unoccupied space. Jacob saw what his dad did and turned Xin towards him, placing one of her legs onto the headrest and leaving the other dangling from the seat. The zip sounds came one after another and eager dad was first to go.

Dad sank his dick into mum missionary style and the car began rocking under his momentum. Grabbing behind the chair, she screamed in ecstasy from his entry and size, which always was a surprise to her. The powerful thrusts from dad was driving mum insane and he just kept going fast and furious at her. It was the first time Jacob had seen how wild his dad could get, and somewhat changed his impression of his mum, who still maintained a slim figure despite giving birth to him and aging.

Seeing how everyone was going out of place, or into place, he leaned over Xin as well and drove his cock in, stretching her pussy to his size and pounding hard at her. Droplets of sweat caught onto her tank top, but her mind was already somewhere between the heavens and space. Moaning uncontrollable, the ladies’ voices were blasting over the music and the car bounced even harder.

As time passed, the men had their rhythm synchronised and was even making similar groans. For the ladies, they had long lost their composure in front of the elders and were enjoying the ride of their lives. Scratches and bite marks on the men’s backs were appearing like stars in the darkness of the night, legs were going around their hips and demands for more speed was firing off like orders in a busy restaurant.

The music tracks were running out as the males pumped their girls full of life, and exhaustion was catching up with them as well. Although dad was first to go, his speed was slowing down at the same time as Jacob, as a controller to time his ejaculation.

Dad: ‘Dear, ready to make another baby?’

Mum: ‘Just give it all to me. I miss you shooting inside me.’

Jacob: ‘Xin, I am about to cum now.’

Xin: ‘Just shoot inside? It’s a safe day.’

The ‘gentlemen’ went into berserk-like state of minds and rammed the poor pussies until they got sore, getting a little numbed from their marathon level stamina. A combined loud groan came from the father and son, and their chests pasted on the ladies, hips still thrusting energetically while their cum was filling them up.

Mum immediately reached under his shaft to hold in all the excess cum that was being forced out from his size, until he was done and left the dock. Her closed legs kept most of it inside and pieces of tissue was ripped from the dashboard to prevent any cum from catching on the seat. Jacob was done a few moments later and pulled out of Xin, letting her get into a Japanese sitting style and bending down to suck his rod clean.

Dad was back at his seat and looking into the rearview mirror, inspired by the clean-up process his dear son had taught Xin to do.

Dad: ‘Dear, can clean me up with your mouth too?’

Smiling at him sheepishly, she did the same thing and sucked his rod clean of any leftovers, accidentally going too far to start his ‘engine’ up again. Xin and mum carried out their duties well and her backrest was raised so Jacob could rest. The ladies tidied their clothes and the men helped cleaned their privates up of cum.

The ride back home was a peaceful one, music being the only sound to calm the raged hormones down. Like father, like son huh? Or was it the other way round?

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