Closer for Comfort.

Bernice was talking on her phone one night with her bestie when another call interrupted their conversation. It was Eric, her bestie’s boyfriend and it was so unexpected but strange he would contact her at such hours. She made an excuse that another friend called and switched the line over to Eric, who was patiently waiting for her to pick up.

Eric (on phone): ‘Hey, I’m around your place. Want to meet up at the void deck? Bought some drinks as well.’

Bernice was free by then and went downstairs in her sleeping outfit of a FBT shorts and plain t-shirt. He was all smiles when he saw her and she suggested to sit elsewhere further as his girlfriend stayed near Bernice. They went on drinking the 6 pack of beers he bought after they were a distance and spoke about their relationships. After an hour, she got drowsy from the alcohol and needed to pee. There was no 24 hours McDonald’s or coffee shops around, and the last resort was to go up to his place. The trip up was uneventful and when she was done with the toilet, her body was reddened to a glowing pink and he invited her into his bedroom where the air conditioning was blasting cold air.

That moment they were alone, the room was dimmed and the last cans of beers each one held flushed down their throat. In the darkness, she was still feeling warm and the sudden realisation that she had a thin pair of panties on quickly made her shut her legs together.

Eric: ‘Still feeling warm?’

Bernice: ‘Yeah.’

Eric: ‘Come. Sit up.’

His hands went behind her and pulled her shirt off, exposing her unpadded bra with pokies. She let him removed all of their clothes, and waited in silence. Slowly, he leaned on her sides and pushed her onto the bed, frenching with their lips tight together. His hands glided up her body and felt her boobs, kneading them and teasing her nipples with small pinching roll.

Bernice seldom initiated during sex as she didn’t quite get the sensations, but doing it with Eric was a totally new experience. He was her best friend’s guy, and she was attached herself. He had skipped getting a blowjob from her during their foreplay, and before his fingers even touched her, her pussy was all wet and ready.

Eric: ‘Someone so wet already huh?’

Bernice: ‘Just put it in.’

He shifted her to lay on his pillow and raised her knees. He went down to finger her a little to spread her juices all over and climbed on top. A wave of excitement made Bernice wrap her legs around his waist and pulled him in, right into her pussy and shoving it all the way in. His long rod filled her up completely and she was moaning for someone other than her boyfriend. Even during sex with her own guy, she was usually quiet as she did it for him, not that sexy really fascinated her.

His body continued slamming onto her without rest and she could felt how hot it was between her legs. Eric was much longer although not thicker. Her pussy was instinctively clamping itself over the foreign meat as the excitement kept replaying in her head, turned on by the adulterous romp she was having.

Eric was going well with his stamina and Bernice’s pussy felt nothing like his own girlfriend. Bernice was warmer and not too suffocating. He was proud of his stamina that kept her moaning and climaxing. It could not take long for him to cum. But he knew they would be able to meet anytime too.

Bernice who was perspiring on the pillow, had closed her eyes to the onslaught of pleasure bombarding her senses. The weird wish for her sex with boyfriend to be as thrilling seemed impossible, because of the nature of Eric’s relationship with her. Right then, another orgasm knocked those thoughts out of her head and she panted heavily to the droplets of sweat landing on her chest.

As he waited for the PNR (Point of No Return), he rammed harder at her and made it difficult for her to think straight. But he wasn’t an ass too, he knew it would be outside of her. Going full speed at a loud slapping noise, her feet were in the air, held by her hands under the knees. It would get him much deeper than before, and the size was also expanding inside of her.

Abruptly, as she breathed in deeply for the orgasm that was going to take her breath away, he pulled out and aimed it downwards on her stomach, where the strong force coated her tummy with the hot cum. She rubbed the sticky substance over herself and went for a shower after, while he tidied the bed up so they could sleep. They had a few more drinks from his fridge after they snuggled into the cosy bed, and made out for a bit before going to bed.

In the morning, she left for home and got changed for work, still bearing thoughts of the merciless sex that her pussy got, extremely addictive doing it with someone she shouldn’t. How had she wished she brought another pair of panties to work, cause it got wet even before she alighted the bus on her way to her office.

Fierce Competition.

*mumbling in distance*

Two girls were sitting by the stairs nearby to Jake, who was playing games on his iPhone at the void deck. They were in their teens and wearing those tight tank and spaghetti tops which were common for girls their age, but he bore no interest as he focused on his game.

Their chattering were originally loud until he walked past them, hinting that they were talking about him or on some topics that were best not to be heard. After ten minutes, he saw them walked in his direction with their belongings in their hands, staring at him until they were out of his peripheral vision.

Just as he returned to his game, they turned back and went to him, taking their seat on each side.

Girl: ‘Hi. Are you waiting for your friend?’

Jake: ‘Nope. Just playing games here.’

Girl2: ‘Oh. Why not play at home?’

Jake: ‘It’s too noisy.’

Girl: ‘Want to make a friend?’

Jake: ‘Sure. I’m Jake.’

He paused his game and they introduced themselves as Kelly and Joyce, further talking about his interest and job in a casual conversation. They were very open about everything under the sun and made him felt comfortable sharing his experience since he was a few years older than them. After some time had passed, he was brought into more mature topics and was slightly aroused telling them about the anatomy of the female body as he knew it, all along catching glimpses of their fair legs from those short denim shorts.

Joyce: ‘Do you get horny talking about such things?’

Jake: ‘Usually no, but.. with you girls.. a little I guess?’

They giggled in their sweet voices and Joyce moved herself to the edge of the seat, leaning in closer to him.

Joyce (whispering): ‘Let me see it?’

Jake: ‘See what?’

Joyce (whispering): ‘See how hard you are?’

Jake: ‘Here?!’

Kelly: ‘Yeah. Don’t be shy. I will help you look out.’

He scanned around to be sure and finally felt safe to give them what they wanted. Sitting nearer to the stone table, he made sure to keep his hips under the edge while tugging his waistband down, revealing a little pink flesh with a cut in the centre. Kelly, who was acting ‘normal’ while looking around, reached for his pants after she glanced at his manhood which was poking a little out of his underwear.

Her hand disappeared into his shorts and held his dick, warming her hands in the cold wind. Jerking slowly, Jake was feeling excited about her progress and the fact that Joyce was sitting next to him watching. Joyce gave his shorts a pull to bring it lower so he would not have to keep stretching the opening. Seeing that he had sat at the edge of his chair too, she moved to his seat and took up the tiny space that only allowed part of her ass to be on it.

Two hands belonging to two girls found their way onto his shaft and they were taking turns to pump him, alternating his senses from two different grips.

Kelly: ‘Wanna go somewhere else?’

Jake: ‘But it’s all quite bright around here.’

Joyce: ‘I know a place, quite quiet and dark.’

They picked their phones and wallets up, leaving for a block of flats behind a school. It was a specific building for the elderlys that had long walk ways and stairs that were mostly unused. Well, it is one perks of the lift-on-every-floor programme that the government laid out. They found a spot dark enough for their little fun and he sat on a step before the two girls took their positions in front and behind him.

Kelly, who was pasting her boobs on his back, resumed the handjob while Joyce remained on the ground in front of him, stripping her bra off before sitting herself down. Her back was facing Jake, and that position was good enough to return the favour earlier. He rested his arms over her shoulders and reached into her spaghetti top, cupping her soft and tiny breasts, kneading them until her nipples were erected.

Joyce: ‘You’re quite good in this huh?’

Jake: ‘I like to serve pretty girls. Kelly, you’re next.’

Hearing that, Kelly placed some saliva on her hand and gave him a sloppy handjob, one that almost pushed him over the edge. In a row, it was kind of a threesome get-off session, but he had other ideas in mind. Once Joyce was turned on, he proceeded to unbutton her shorts and slipped his hand in, pleasantly surprised by the absence of any underwear. His fingers knew exactly what to do and he began fingering her, driving her to moan in a sexy tone.

Kelly: ‘Joyce! My turn!’

Joyce sobered up and exchanged places with Kelly, letting Jake do the same, with his dick poking on her back occasionally from the handjob Joyce was giving. The two girls couldn’t wait for each other and kept swapping, until Jake’s fingers got too tired to continue.

Jake: ‘My hands are tired.’

Joyce: ‘But it’s my turn now.’

Jake: ‘I know. There’s another part I can use that is still strong and standing.’

Joyce gave Kelly a grin and the two girls rearranged themselves. Joyce stood on a step above where Kelly sat and waited for him to get ready. Jake had completely removed his shorts and nudged Joyce’s petite body forward on her hands. Their shorts were stripped by then and Kelly’s panties were resting on top the pile of clothes.

Jake plugged his dick into Joyce in standing doggie and used one of his hands on Kelly, thrusting both his fingers and hips at the same time. It was difficult for him to reach down for her pussy, but the thought of pleasuring them made all the work seemed worthwhile. His dick was in the releam of a tight hole belonging to this wonderful girl, body designed to be taken in doggie with her slim waist that made her looked so sexy.

Kelly, who was lying back in ecstacy, rubbed her own clit while being fingered. Their sensual moans were keeping Jake so high that he knew he had to deliver. Five minutes later, Kelly got impatient and pestered them to stop, so she could have her turn. Jake just shifted to where Kelly was and directed her to spread her legs wider, and he was in missionary for her. The slapping of their gentials brought Jake to his dick’s limit but she wasn’t as tight, extending his stamina for more time.

Joyce, who was left alone, kept her body in the doggie position and placed her knees on the same step with Kelly. One hand was in front, cushioning her forehead while the other went between her legs, masturbating herself.

Jake: ‘I am going to cum.’

Joyce: ‘Do you want to finish it with me? Or her?’

Damn, what a question to answer. Both of them had their speciality and how he wished they were one person. Kelly had a figure that was slightly meatier, providing soft flesh for continuous thrusts. The recoil was well dampened by her body, in a perfect fat-to-muscles ratio. He couldn’t give her an answer and kept pounding at Kelly who wasn’t even listening.

A minute later, he went back to Joyce, shoving his dick and she responded by jerking her body backwards. Fuck! was all he muttered when he wished he could cum right then.

Kelly: ‘Joyce, let’s help him finish together.’

Joyce, Jake: ‘How?’

Kelly: ‘Use our mouths.’

Hearing that, he pulled out before he lost control and stood still while Joyce turned herself around to get off the unbalanced steps. He was asked to sit and they took their place between his legs. Kelly started off by licking the bumpy foreskin and coating it with her saliva. Joyce could not hold herself back after watching how much Jake was enjoying her oral sex, and joined in the licking as well. Each of them gave a few strokes until Jake could not resist anymore.

Jake: ‘I’m about to cum!’

They interlocked their fingers and laid their head on his groin, lips on each side of his shaft. They managed to kiss with their mouths and moved up and down, while their hands took turns to jerk him. About a minute later, Kelly’s hand on his testicles felt his engines running and brought her mouth to the tip. Joyce saw the unfair headstart and shoved Kelly’s head down, giving him a deep throat experience that threw all of his seeds into her mouth.

Three seconds of unloading into Kelly’s gagging throat, Joyce lifted her head away by her hair and took over, resulting in a revengful push down to her throat. Joyce was smaller in size and she immediately choke at the depth. Kelly was scary to the point she forced her to accept all of Jake’s cum until he was done. Once Joyce was out of the way, Kelly returned to his dick and cleaned him while, while her good friend took the time to catch her breath.

Joyce: ‘Fuck, you know what you did?’

Kelly: ‘You started it first.’

Jake could not ignore the sparks and held them down, bringing them into his arms and hugging them until they went silent.

Jake: ‘Girls.. don’t fight over this.’

Joyce: ‘But she cheated!’

Kelly: ‘I didn’t want it to go to waste!’

Jake: ‘Hey hey.. don’t start. Why not.. go for another round?’

Joyce: ‘You can?’

Jake: ‘I don’t want you girls to fight.’

Kelly: ‘Okay. Fair enough. Let’s go to my place this time.’

Jake had no idea what happened or how he got himself into this threesome challenge, but his little head was nodding in agreement when they asked him to meet up whenever he could. The girls had landed themselves into this competition, with Jake as the winner no matter who won.

True Love.

Eugene had resigned from his job that was constantly having internal conflict, and his education level did not make things any easier to find his next job easily. His girlfriend, Sarah, was a high maintenance girl who often go for branded goods, and he was even more worried about her leaving him for the long line of suitors who had more money and time. Although she seldom bothered Eugene with any demands, he still occasionally spent lavishly on her lifestyle just to keep her smiling.

After he was jobless, she had spent more time with him, discussing about his next course of action. Strangely, she did not express any disappointment nor signs of breaking up with him.

Eugene: ‘I think I’ll be taking a few weeks off to rest. I have some obligations to fulfil in my previous company as well.’

Sarah: ‘Does that mean you’ll spend more time at home doing nothing?’

Eugene: ‘Probably. I’m sorry for.. ‘

Sarah: ‘It’s okay. You need to rest. So I can stay at your place for now?’

Eugene nodded with a vexed expression about putting his girlfriend in such a sorrowful state. She had brought a luggage to his place the next day, and unpacked her clothes into his near-empty wardrobe. She had remained devoted by his side throughout, cooking and cleaning his place, very unlike of her. Imagine a sweet looking girl, with a model-like body with a nature given 24 hour make up face.

That first night they slept together, she entered the bedroom after doing the dishes, walking into Eugene using his laptop on job sites. Grabbing a few pieces of clothes from her stash, Sarah just went into the shower and cleaned up. About thirty minutes later, she came out with a nightgown in a tube dress design, lacy blue across her 34B breasts, and pink translucent material running down her waist.

Sarah: ‘Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight? I don’t like it when you look so stressed.’

Eugene: ‘Getting a job will make everything easier.’

Sarah: ‘So you don’t think I can make things easier?’

Eugene: ‘I don’t mean it that way.’

She climbed onto the bed and crawled like a tigress towards him, pulling the blanket covering his lower half away. He was wearing a pair of loose boxers, exactly how Sarah wished it to be. His limbs laid lifeless by the side and she proceeded to remove his boxers, slightly excited by his flaccid rod. It meant she could have the chance to work her magic to get him up.

She opened his legs and sat between, hands resting on his thighs. Her head lowered itself over his rod and a little suction brought his lump into her mouth. Sucking on it like a lollipop, her tongue ran all over until his body accepted the fact that she really wanted it. Growing into a monster in her mouth, it was easier to accommodate his size which she normally couldn’t. Sarah’s head bounced non-stop up and down over his dick, making him struggle like a girl having orgasms. How he wished that blowjob would last a lifetime.

Sarah: ‘Fuck me now?’

Like an enraged bear, his hands went under her arms and pulled her to his face. The kiss was the only gentleness she would feel that night. He flipped her onto the bed and went on top of her, yanking her dress to her sleek waist before his dry dick dipped into her cunt. She wasn’t that wet yet, just a little moist from those dirty thoughts in her mind. The slight friction actually turned them on even more, and he rammed hard knowing that her juices would soon change things.

No man could ever take the sight of a FHM equivalent model moaning in front. Her legs were in the air, jerking from the hard thrusts he was giving. Her helpless pussy just kept leaking juices to relieve the overwhelming stretching of her vagina, and the high speed he got into. Her eyes rolled up in ecstacy, and was contracting all over that monster cock.

Eugene felt way better than before, pounding his little girl and hearing how much she enjoyed herself. Suddenly, in a pleading voice, Sarah asked him to stop. As her boyfriend, he immediately pulled himself out and laid on the bed, right next to her. He took her into his arms and cuddled, while his hand reached down for her pussy for a massage.

Eugene: ‘Painful?’

Sarah: ‘No. But it’s my turn now!’

She went on her fours and jumped on top of him, sitting backwards over his shrinking dick. A short handjob quickly brought him back to size and she was grinding and moaning in no time. The smile on his face would not go away with that beautiful scene before his eyes. He could feel her climaxing from the tight squeezing of her pussy, and he knew the end was nearing.

Sarah: ‘Are you cumming soon?’

Eugene: ‘How do you know?’

Sarah: ‘We’ve been fucking for so long now. Of course I’d know.’

She dismounted and went back to th initial blowjob position, sucking down deep on his rod, going as fast as she could without choking. Although she was tired, her dripping pussy kept reminding her about the load she was dying to taste.

Eugene (whispering): ‘Cumming!’

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick and pulled herslef together for the gush of cum that flooded her mouth. Her mind was all blank with that erotic scent of his semen and her mouth was filling up quickly. Just before her lips gave way, he ended the rapid fire and let her handle the mouthful of goodness.

Sarah pulled her mouth away with her lips closed, and fell on her back onto the pillows. She opened her mouth for him and then swallowed all of it, with a bitter expression. His hand went back between her legs to massage and she cleaned his dick up with the blanket strewn around.

Sarah: ‘While you’re home, let’s have lots of sex.’

Eugene: ‘I know I am the luckiest guy in the world, with a girl that loves me more than herself.’

New Year Thoughts.

With every beginning, it marks an end. Welcome to the first post of 2015. Apart from a server failure, there should be no interruption to all 123 (or more) stories that have been written for this year. Enjoy what I have planned down below, and hopefully take something home that will set your new year straight.

Besides the usual 1-every-3-days stories, Staplerman will be looking out for opportunities to bring more contents to you guys. The profit-sharing photoshoots have long been in place, so I shall skip that. The straight out irritating form of advertising proposal continues to be ignored. The ongoing requests for user-inspired stories are in progress, if not completed.

One guideline that I have for this site is ‘not to contact until contacted’. As many of you understands, this blog isn’t exactly one that needs constant marketing. Word of this blog spreads by curiosity, or by me using the link as a signature in a few specific forums. Though I might be looking, it is not at any level of desperation that I am required to openly approach people with offers or incentives.

The word ‘open’, means serious discussion, negotiation, consideration, and explanation. But as an entertainment blog, I hope to get some form of returns doing what I love. Money hasn’t been a problem until recently (out of job), but it has never and will not affect this site.

If any of you would like to open up an online sex shop and wants to leverage on my readership, please, contact me. I’m sure readers wouldn’t mind a catalogue to browse through, and if justifiable, even make purchases. If you are already a retailer in that category, feel free to contact me too. I have plans in mind to contact U4Ria for some unbiased reviews.

I am not sure about how you guys feel, if there is anyone out there who wishes to buy me coffee, I wouldn’t say no to that.

Now, some facts or guidelines I want to highlight to close this wonderful year.

Q: Does Staplerman get laid as often as once every three days?

A: No. He gets laid thrice every day. Yeah right. While some of my stories are fantasies, some of them are recounts. From guys, girls, but nothing inbetween – yet. While I do write about my own adventures, I do change the names used. And do I only write one version of my own adventures? No. I write it from her point of view, from a third person’s point of view. No matter how much sex I’m getting, once every three days will be what you guys are getting.

Q: Where does Staplerman get his inspirations from?

A: I got it from ‘what if’s. That question can also be ‘Can I?’ or ‘If I were.. ‘. Photos, stories, imagination (a.k.a. fantasies), they help me get the stories out. Skipping real life accounts, we know men has way too many fantasies to live out. One thing I love most about writing, is the ability to include emotions. Feeling it while I write, and writing it so you guys can feel. Jealousy, envy, guilt, gratitude, sadness, or straight up pure raw lust. The best stories are those that plays itself out once the plot is set. Start writing, and it may see the light of the day – or not.

Q: What does Staplerman thinks about laying those sweet, young things that often dresses like they are asking to be raped?

A: First, look at yourself. Then look at others. You are not the only guy who wants to shag her. Does she care about those thoughts people have around her? No. Girls dress up to attract that one guy she wants, ladies dress up to make other ladies jealous. The only benefit (or tragedy) that vicious cycle has is on men’s mind.

Let’s face it. You are not going to have her. No one is. Except her boyfriend, her fling(s), the people that connect mentally. Wealth is a mental attraction, looks is a mental attraction, emotions is a mental attraction too. But lust.. is way too common, and well understood threat they will avoid.

Take a look, fantasise and get on with life.

Q: Since Staplerman ‘knows-it-all’, why doesn’t he teach or blog about getting girls? He only knows how to shoot us, the single and needy men down.

A: Trust me when I say this. I have written two handfuls of indepth, precise posts about ‘how to get girls’. Only to delete them after I finish. Why? Cause I don’t want to create a ‘foolproof’ method of fishing. If there is a chant that makes girls lust after you, would you still bother to befriend and understand them? Sure, there are certain barriers to get through before you have full access to their pussies. And they are all different, if not, structured as a maze that you need to read and understand. Take the easy path, and she will leave you easily. Take the impossible path, and she will leave you impossibly.

These four questions might turn off guys who are looking for a get-pussy-quick scheme. And it is that group of readers I am willing to forgo.

There is ONE tip I am willing to share though.

For a guy, things can never be ‘too fast’. ‘Make the kill, seal the deal’, right? No. There are certain times when you, will personally feel ‘it’s too fast to be true’. It will often be challenged by ‘so do you want it or not?’ You feel chemistry between a girl and you, and after a few drinks, or dates, things get frisky. C’mon, kissing doesn’t hurt. But what comes after that, might.

No matter what phase of a relationship you are at. Be it friendship, or already stripped and naked, stop. Yes, stop. We can always stop. For a reason, or none at all. What makes a boy a man, is control. With control, you show her discipline, and with discipline, she feels class. Who would turn ‘class’ down? Unless you are a lazy ass student. Then your learning stops.

So, Stop and think. ‘Can this wait? Or is this all I am after?’. A relationship built on lust will ensure that that will be the reason she leaves you for. There are men out there who is bigger and can last longer. Just don’t jump into something you cannot hold on to.

‘Can I just cuddle naked with you?’, if you are already naked. ‘I just want to be with you for now’, if you are sitting by the river bank, watching the night scenery next to her with HER touching you. Or ‘Sorry. Can I just be in your arms?’ if you are in between her legs wriggling your fingers.

It is not yourself that you need to lie to or pretend. It is the small gesture that will go a long way to secure her feelings towards you. For sure, it feels good to know when a girl is with you because she loves you. She wouldn’t leave you for reasons related to your bedroom skills. When that kind of bond develops, I’ll bluntly put it here, you are in luck with unlimited sex.

If she isn’t for you after you sobered up or snapped out of your colour wolf mode, you haven’t done anything wrong cause you stopped.

‘Too fast’ is designed innately to hold us back. Before your heart or dick feels it, your mind has already picked up something that might go wrong. Trust your body, and then convince your body if it is wrong.

With that said above, I wish you guys a happy 2015. By now, I am very tempted to delete this entry. Cause who knows if such information is meant to be known. If you have read to this part of the entry, you deserve to read what I think shouldn’t be known. Please use it for good. Any girls you have misled with that ‘tip’, will be a mess to break free from.

Alpha Cat.

Cedric was an average guy in his 20s, single and had all the freedom to chat up girls online. Although he had girlfriends before, the search was a pretty instinctive one, priority being sex, since he still had years to go before settling down. There was this girl, Cat, whom he chat with every two days, that attracted him with looks, and character. Their conversations often made Cedric pause before he reply. Nonetheless, the shifted towards sexual topics were of higher maturity for his age, despite her alluring age of 19.

After a month plus of chatting, she finally agreed to meet up with him, for a meal before heading to somewhere quiet. At last, he found someone to relieve his urge, and it was with someone that good looking. From that one profile picture she posted, the low neckline of her unbuttoned blouse and sharp face enhanced her naturally big eyes, parted by the genetically given high nose bridge. He must be the luckiest man in the world to meet such a fine young lady.

They met at Vivocity for a meal in one of the Japanese restaurants, before she led the way to her area of residence. That day, she wore a short sleeved dress that revealed her slim but proportioned limbs, with her ample chest shielded behind a bra that was pushing against the dress. The imaginary contours of her bra made Cedric’s mind went wild with excitement, all the while remaining decent in front of her. That wait to reach somewhere private was an agonising but worthwhile.

Cat stopped the lift at the highest floor of a block in Punggol, before slipping her arm under his trembling elbow to bring him to a dark corner that has a door leading to the staircase. After all, it had been months since he met anyone new, let alone someone so initiating as Cat.

The door creaked shut and she took out the receipt from the meal earlier, folding it into a little V shape and tucking it under the door, securing their private ‘room’ in a makeshift attempt. Now, there was no one to bother them, and if anyone did enter the stairwell, they would be able to hear as well. She sat on the top-most step and placed her bag down, removing the rubber band that bundled her ponytail. The moment her hair was let down, Cedric’s dick rose in the tight boxers to an ache.

She asked him to sit at the other end of the step and went on to remove her underwear, slipping it off her legs that had her heels removed for comfort.

Cat: ‘Aren’t you going to take it out?’

Quickly, Cedric lowered his jeans and took his dick out, making Cat smile at his size. Was she that tempting? Reaching higher under her dress, she peeled the silicon NuBra off and placed it on her panties by the side. Damn, he was all ready to plunge his dick into her once the green light lit.

Cat did not make anymore requests but spread her legs, pulling the hem high enough for her hands to reach under. Her arm then started moving in a circular motion, signalling to him that she was getting herself on.

Cat: ‘Masturbate with me?’

He placed his mouth over his dick and let a teaspoon of saliva dribble over his rod, and started stroking his dick. Her moans were as sensual as it could get, and his dick was frantically pulsating to slow him down.

Cedric: ‘I can’t take it anymore.’

Cat: ‘Wait for me.’

His strokes went into a stop-go rhythm and she only moaned louder for him, almost approaching climax if the sounds did reflect what she felt. After a small shiver, Cat’s head fell on the railing and her hands left her pussy. It was time for part two.

She moved herself beside Cedric and yanked his jeans and boxers lower. One hand rested on his neck making light squeezes, and the other was on his lap. As she massaged his stiff muscles, the nails on her other hand was trailing up and down his inner thigh. His hands were pasted on the floor, while she continued to drive his sexual urges higher.

Cat: ‘Close your eyes.’

Everything went black and her fingers went up his body, gliding across his hips and under his shirt. He felt her curling her fingers to use her knuckles to push against parts of his chest and abs. Slowly, she stopped at the V curve, between his hips and thighs, pointing downwards at his upright dick.

A hard shove was delivered into one spot along the line and another was done to the other side. Suddenly, his legs went weak, but his dick grew harder with blood heating it up. Cedric could feel what was happening, but knew he wasn’t in any danger. Or was he?

Her fingers finally went around his dick and started pumping him, stroking up and down along the slimy skin. He was getting what he wanted, but something felt different. By the tenth minute, the urge to launch his seeds were at his balls, but he couldn’t cum no matter how he imagined to be fucking her. The friction of her handjob was creating a burning sensation, and he had to stop her once it got too much to handle.

She sank her thumb into his shoulder and triggered a wave of hormones, cycling a strong force of energy throughout his body. At that point, he closed his feet together and prepared to stand up. However, the acupoints she tapped on rendered him immobilised, and fear lit up in his blood flowing through his body.

Cat: ‘Can’t move? Good.’

Cedric: ‘What the hell did you do to me? Undo it.’

Cat: ‘Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.’

She stood up and pulled him backwards onto the flat ground, laying him down with his dick standing tall. She stepped over his body and raised her dress, sitting down over his rod in one swift motion. The satisfaction of being inside a pussy did calm him down a little, but there was no knowing of what would happen. She rode him like a cowgirl, screaming out as though they were really in a bedroom. Her hips rested on him once she got tired, and changed to a grinding motion to continue pleasuring herself.

Cedric couldn’t cum no matter how hard he tried, and his limbs laid weakly before his eyes. There was just nothing he could move. As Cat’s pussy contracted around his dick for the countless time, the passing climax disappointed him as his dick was helplessly unable to ejaculate. How could a woman have so much control over a man?

After an hour of torture, she finally got off him and stumbled down on his side. Smiling from ear to ear, she had her share of fun and her face showed him how tired she was. Her panties disappeared under her dress and the bra was tucked into her bag.

Cedric: ‘Don’t leave me here.’

Cat: ‘I won’t. I’ve gotten what I wanted.’

Good. Once she ‘freed’ him, he would pounce onto her and rape. That was the only thought that would bring justice to what she did to him. She lifted his shirt up and pulled one of his arms to ninety degrees. A jab of her knuckles at his armpit brought his limbs back to life and he got up immediately, pulling Cat by her shoulder down onto the hard concrete floor.

As he stood in victory between her legs held open by his calves, his dick remained hard for the revenge. Thankfully, he was holding onto the railings as he felt his testicles shrink into a solid ball. And before he could sit himself down, hot cum gushed out of his dick and Cat skilfully dodged away from the onslaught of sperms that reached a metre onto the wall behind her. ‘A warrior dying from stab wounds in a dramatic style’, that was the fitting phrase to how it looked like.

He did a flip to sit himself down and stared hard at his penis, still twitching while cum sprayed onto the steps in front. He was shocked by the amount and the level of energy was decreasing as though his life force were dependant on his cum. Those being the bad points, there were benefits as well. The ejaculation of all his long-storage cum bombarded his mind with sensations equivalent as shooting into a pussy, with waves of heat and cold running along his shaft like a death-ray with ion rings around.

She got up and stood by the door, ready to make her escape if he wasn’t 100% down by then. True enough, his pride gave him his ego not to appear weak, but his brains were fried into a mush. No, that previous line was not to be taken seriously. The anger and frustration disappeared, as though he lived with no regrets.

After two minutes or so, he packed his manhood into his pants and got up, hanging onto the rail for support.

Cedric: ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.. ‘

Cat: ‘It’s okay. I’m not angry. Just a little worried if you would hurt me.’

She helped him walked out of the block and sent him away towards the bus stop, where he boarded his bus home almost immediately. For Cat, it was more than sex and orgasms she got, but theYin that she got from him, made her felt much younger. Is Ying andYang real? We don’t know for sure. But for the approaching weekend after he got home, he felt lighter in terms of mood and stress. On top of that, he found himself to be in an ‘ejaculation’ state of mind whenever he peed, giving him energy to do some work from home.

Back to the reality you guys know, I have to ask, what was that all about?

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After a day of rest at home, Patsy had recovered most of her energy from 12 hours shift the day before, and wanted to head out for a night of relaxation to complete her rest. It was almost 2pm when she woke up from her sleep, and the only place she was dying to visit was a pub she walked past a few days ago. Decided on the place, she headed down to the pub alone and drank to her heart’s content. There was nothing to worry about as it was early in the noon, and the sparse crowd did not spoil the quiet ambience she hoped to have. Although she did not have anyone with her, it was fulfilling to simply spend time with herself.

As usual, a few patrons tried to hit on her but she brushed them away without explanations, determined to have the evening all to herself. Just as she started to get a little drunk, the thought of her showing up at home in such a state quickly turned her to look for a place to crash for the rest of the day. A few minutes of deep thoughts later, the idea of spending the night in a budget hotel was the best, low-cost solution and she immediately headed for the closest one after paying her tab.

Checking into the hotel was the scariest part, as a few couples with huge age gaps stood in the queue, with some of them groping the ladies. Once she made the initial payment for a night’s stay, she rushed into the lift alone and went up to her room, walking past noisy doors until she locked her door, heart slowing down to normality.

The rest of the evening was spent in full privacy, taking an hour long shower before collapsing on the bed and playing games on the phone. For her attire that day, she wore a simple white shirt over a short skirt, considered to be decent for a pub visit. By the time she was on bed, the white top and panties were all that was on her, without the bra for comfort. Clicking on the browser app, a list of her favourite bookmarks appeared and the icon to a website she visited daily was selected.

Through the lists of videos available on the porn site, her fingers tapped on the latest lesbian clip and she took the time during the video buffer to adjust the blankets until a cosy corner was set up. She then turned her body to the side, eyes on the movie that was about to begin.

For the longest time, Patsy had a fetish for girl-on-girl action, loving how it aroused her curiosity, but the fact that she lived in the same room with her sister made it hard for her to do anything more than watching those videos with her earpiece on. And now, the whole room was all hers and it was a good time to give in to her urge of self-discovery, for the first time in her life. As opposed to modern day thinking, she was proud to reply that she had never masturbated in her life even though she was 23. She had had sex before, but plain, simple intercourse was all the intimacy she had with her boyfriend. The discipline to touch herself was actually an idea she imposed to reserve the moment for the right time. After all, nothing beats a journey of self-exploration in the quietness of her senses.

With the screen showing two girls satisfying each other, her hand moved into her shirt to massage her soft 36B cups, teasing the nipples as she brought herself into the mood. As much as she wanted to lose herself in the darkened room, there was no one to hear her moan, and so she kept quiet until things got hotter. Slowly, her hand reached south for her panties, splitting her legs just enough for her fingers to enter. Over the panties, her fingertips pressed hard onto her clit and began moving in circles. Moans then started to come out of her and it was so natural sounding, pleasing and comfortable for her body to say the least.

The scenes of the clip were already in her mind and she turned her body to face the ceiling, listening to the sounds from her phone. She had stretched a part of her panties open, and one hand hastily disappeared into it, coming in contact with her swollen clit, that was so elated to get some attention. As she rubbed harder, her body reacted accordingly by sending trembles throughout, closing her eyes to feel each delicate folds of her pussy as she continued on.

Her legs had parted themselves so wide her fingers could move at full speed on the sensitive spot, forming a patch on her panties with her juices. Losing control of her fingers, she gathered her courage to dip her fingers lower and pushed a bit into her pussy, sending a shiver up her spine. The sensation of masturbation was getting too good to stop, and her mind was already begging for more before she knew it.

Putting two fingers in, her knees were as high as they could get and the movements in her panties was almost tearing the thin piece of lingerie. There were juices leaking, moans exclaiming and body jerking. Most of her energy was drained, but the feeling of an impeding doom signalled her in preparation for climax, which she had never done it on her own. Decided on the third finger, she stretched her opening as her pussy squished in delight from the widened entry.

Just as she started to take deep breaths of air, her abs contracted and her body curled up, while a strong gush of fluid poured into her panties, flowing onto her butt cheeks and hands. Patsy panted heavily from the merciless onslaught of that very orgasm, and realised a smile had hung on her face although there was no one looking.

Tiredness soon took over her body and she put her phone into standby mode, pulling her juice-filled panties off and the blanket over herself. For a first timer, it wasn’t too bad seeing how exhausted she got. And the moments leading to slumber was filled with thoughts about having the next round with some changes to her position. It was after all her room to have fun in, and experiment with whatever she wanted.

Blinded by Lust.

The heat on Jacob’s skin woke him up after a night of drinking and as he tried to give the itch on his face a scratch, he realised his wrists were restrained. The blindfold on his eyes were securely wrapped around his head and no amount of struggle could push it higher to let him catch a glimpse of what was happening. Thoughts of being kidnapped ran through his mind and the level of helplessly tore his pride to shreds. The only thing he could remember from the previous night was getting dead drunk with his close girl friend, who did not take so much a sip of beer.

Jacob: ‘Belinda? Are you there?’

Belinda: ‘I’m here.’

Jacob: ‘What is happening? Are you alright? I’m tied up. Are you too?’

Belinda: ‘I’m fine. It’s me who tied you up.’

Jacob: ‘But why?’

Belinda: ‘I hated that bitch who hurt you. You loved her so much, and all she could do was break up with you over another guy. You know how much I liked you right?’

Jacob: ‘But I have never thought you would like me.’

Belinda: ‘Doesn’t matter now. I’m going to have my fill of fun with you.’

The fear of her hurting his vital organ(s?) was more terrifying than anything else. A woman filled with jealousy was not to be meddled with, but the mystery of her intentions was getting his curiosity going. Why did she went this far when she could simply ask him to be with her? Or just get him to have sex. It certainly wasn’t that simple, and what she managed to do, brought his 80kg drunk man to this room, tying him up without him noticing. She must have been very motivated, no matter in a good or bad way.

A cold dash of liquid poured over his chest, trailing all the way down to his dick that had shrunken with fear. His sight was blocked, rendering any views of sexiness useless. How could he get turned on without seeing? One thing that scared him most was the suspicion of having more than Belinda in the room. There could be others too, or worse, another male.

After the liquid stopped, he felt the bed sank under another person’s weight, followed by a feminine hand over his rod.

Belinda: ‘Don’t worry. It’s just you and I. I just want to have fun with you.’

Jacob: ‘Then untie me.’

Belinda: ‘I prefer to dominate.’

A soft whisper of fuck came out of his mouth as her hand began stroking his manhood up and down. The affirmation that it was just them in the room made things felt lighter, but there was no way for him to be totally sure until he could see. A strawberry scent had whiffed up his nose and the lubricant worked well to make the handjob a smooth and calming one.

After one hand, another came to make sure he was getting all hard and ready for whatever that was about to happen. Belinda had not spoken a word since, dutifully jerking his thick rod to its full length. Up to this point, Jacob was dying to see how she looked, or what she wore. Wouldn’t you guys like to know as well?

Both his calves picked up the signals of her placing herself over his legs. Moving a step at a time, her butt had ran up his thighs and over his groin, where she stopped so the next step could take place. Gently, she placed her pussy over the base of his shaft and grind upwards, giving him a feel of the thin material of her underwear. Part of the lacy cut out was scrapping him, but it only made him harder. It was definitely Belinda, or a female, given the fleshy soft butt and narrow contours of the slit he felt under the panties.

Her hand then came into the picture to pull those pesky cloth away from her pussy, and raising herself high enough to let his dickhead penetrate an inch into her. It had never occur to him that he could get so close to a friend he treated as a sister. His impression of her was of a caring, thoughtful lady, who knew him since young. The demure image of her kept him wondering about her true nature, in contrast to whatever he was feeling now. The internal conflict for comprehension was a constant battle to retain his pleasant image of her. But part of him wanted more of the action. Anyway, he was in no position to argue or stop her.

Belinda let her body receive the rest of his shaft and the tiny entrance had kept her tightly wrapped around him. It felt as close as a condom, skin-close, spandex-tight, whichever you guys known it as. A minute later, her butt was on his groin, and her heartbeat could be felt on his dick, in a room so silent and ‘dark’.

Unlike how dominating she was, her hips moved up and down his body, grinding him in the gentlest, feminine mode. As soon as she started, he immediately knew his body would not last. Her pussy was slightly cooler than his dick, and the soft moans had turned him on to the max. He was so sure he would lose control the moment she freed him, if she did. The ride was somewhat torturing as she bounced non-stop on top, pushing his rod in and out of her impossibly tight cunt.

The groans he was giving off had made her much wilder, knowing that he was enjoying her every curve within. The continuous cowgirl ride drove him insane, losing control yet unable to do anything more. Every part of his manhood was screaming for him to give up and cum already, but the tickle at the tip of his dickhead from the bumps in her pussy was toning the urge down. What a struggle. He had never imagined such torment to be even possible.

Soon, she got tired of the long strokes and fucked him by just grinding him along his body. Jacob was relieved of the sensitivity, and could finally cum.

Jacob: ‘Belin, I am going to cum if you keep going.’

Was that sentence even legit? It didn’t sound like he wanted her to continue, or stop. She went on with the same motion until he came, and she spent a few seconds to squeeze every drop out of his rod. There was no signs of satisfaction or orgasm, but he loved how she owned him this way. His abs finally relaxed once the ejaculation died down, and waited for her to dismount the stallion.

But the moment his body calmed down, she adjusted her feet to be on the bed and lifted her pussy slightly higher, only to slam downwards once she got into a squatting position.

Jacob (shouting): ‘Fuck! Stop stop.. I am too sensitive now.’

Nothing went through her ears. The slamming continued until he was almost in tears, his dick had submitted to her, but apparently, it wasn’t enough. The agonising ‘rape’ pressed on and for the first time in his life, he had wished for death to come. His body was shivering helplessly, unable to handle the overdrive. And before he could understand his own limits, a gush of liquid shot out of his dick. It wasn’t urine, because it felt cold when it flowed out of her pussy.

He couldn’t believe he was squirting, but his mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out if there was a temporary death mode. Belinda finally let off an eerie scream as her body climaxed and she fell to the side, just as his dick reached a second orgasm and unloaded a few weak streams of cum over his own body.

The blindfold was raised to his forehead and his right wrist was undone sloppily. Beside him, laid Belinda, wearing the short dress she wore the previous night, drenched in perspiration, panting from the intense finish she received. His dick was reddened to a scary colour, but nonetheless, he was satisfied.

Belinda: ‘Ever did this with your ex?’

Jacob: ‘Nope. Never.’

Belinda: ‘Will you be my boyfriend?’

Jacob: ‘You’ve earned it.’

In a way, she owned him, but it wasn’t sex nor lust that bonded them. He made use of what he learnt from the previous relationship, and gave her a love life she would never regret, even if they weren’t together in the end.

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