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  • Fan Submissions: Hottest One Night Stand on a Tropical Island

    Fan Submissions: Hottest One Night Stand on a Tropical Island

    My last significant birthday before I turn 40 is dashing towards me faster than when Santa gives Rudolph a whip on the old but cheek on Christmas Eve.  The loneliness of being on a tropical island the size of the state of Indiana can be  overwhelming at times.   With only my third date in six months, I am feeling an intense pressure from within to ensure this date does not end in just an “I had fun. I will call you.”

    This tiny land mass  I live on, surrounded by The South China Sea, is flooded with insanely hot women.  Each one of them is more petite, and more sensual than the next.  The women make a god-awful slurping sound  when they slobber down their bowl of beef noodles, and  sound like annoying mice when they talk at times.  But, that is all forgiven when they look as hot as they do in their tight little mini-skirts.  Not being able to get much more than an occasional hug from these tiny beauties has left me feeling way more frustrated than a 16 year who just can’t convince his girlfriend to give him a hand job.

    The spring-time afternoon in Taiwan’s centrally-located city of Taichung had already passed both of us by on a whirlwind of a date.  This was a date that was loaded with non-stop sexual innuendos.  With the old and disgruntled taxi driver blaring opera music in the front seat of his car, I had my arm around the waste of this amazingly beautiful 30 year old Japanese/Taiwanese ballerina named Yuli.

    I could feel how relaxed she was.  I could literally sense her heart melting for me as no more words even needed to be said.  The suspense leading to our first kiss could not have been built any higher.  It was time to take action.   I glanced into her eyes.  Our lips softly came together, her arms squeezed my shoulder blades, sending chills down my spine.  I noticed through hands-on exploration that her panties immediately became SOAKING wet,  and uncontrollable sexual urges were shredding through both of our fully-clothed for now bodies.

    When I noticed how wet her panties were, I jokingly said “I suppose I should go home now.”  She grabbed me by the shirt, and used her tongue to massage my left ear for what felt like an eternally erotic moment.   My sword was rock-hard already.  That was when she said “ Not before you F**K me!!”  I pretended to refuse the proposition a few times. I finally agreed to come “F**K HER!”

    The taxi driver in the front-seat had done what most Taiwanese people do in completely awkward situations.  He just pretended like nothing was happening.  I appreciated his willingness to adapt to this  situation of carnal desperation.  After Yuli whispered her invitation, I knew this was the kind of offer that could not be contained in the confines of my tiny apartment with paper-thin walls that neighbors can hear my every move.

    I was planning on making this girl “remember me.”   We both agreed that our bodies were way too hot for normal circumstances and we needed to go to a Sex Hotel.   Sex Hotels are extremely popular in Taiwan.  They are also exactly what the name indicates.  It is a place that people go mainly to just have sex for a few hours.   The remaining five minutes in the cab were extremely suspenseful.  We both called a “truce” on touching each other.  I think this was the only way to prevent us from giving this taxi driver an unwanted show.

    Welcome to The Sex Hotel

    The longest five minutes of our life finally ended when the driver dropped us at the door of our “2-hour” rented hotel room.   The room was astonishing.  It came fully stocked with a sex swing, hot tub, and of course a  big-screen for porn.   I felt like the pressure was on me to give this chick the ride of her life.  So, we both jumped in the shower for a quick rinse and scrub down.   Her breasts were beautiful, her nipples were hard, her ass was tight.  Everything about her physical appearance was incredible.   I shut the water down to the shower.  I grabbed her hand to gracefully help her out of the shower.

    That was when I hoisted her up with her legs wrapped around me.  Our naked bodies pressed against each other with the hottest kiss of my life.   I carried her right to the bed with the porno being played in the background to add that extra bit of raunchiness.  For the next  120 minutes, we rolled around, slapped, bit, sucked, swung, spanked, spooned, lifted, kissed, pressed, and did every possible sexual action until one of our final remaining moments together.

    I unleashed all of my man juice on her in one final explosion.   It felt like every short skirt I looked at, every arm brush, every hug, every girl in the gym I flirted with, every tiny Taiwanese girl I fantasized over, all dashed into my head before the final eruption.  Her entire body was covered from shoulders to her waste-line.

    It was a release I will never forget.   The phone rang indicating it was our time to check out of the hotel.  An amazing feeling of completeness rushed over both of us.  No more words and not even any more kisses were exchanged.  We both went our individual ways after that night.  It was an amazing that I still think about.  Sometimes, it is better to just go out on top.  That amount of emotion and passion could have never been repeated between the two of us.  I am thankful we both realized it so quickly.

    Joshua Dent

    Joshua Dent was a typical corporate America drone banging his head off the desk trying to get ahead in “Corporate America.” Now, he is an English teacher living in Chungli, Taiwan.  He also enjoys doing stand-up comedy, blogging, hiking, and exploring Taiwan in his free time.  And, of course, he also loves checking out Taiwan’s “eye-candy.”  You can check out his blog at http://wanderingwildman.com/

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  • Fan Submissions – The Headhunter

    Fan Submissions – The Headhunter

    I’d been looking for a job for about two months, and things were pretty tough.  When a Headhunter called me for an interview, I began to think that there was finally some light at the end of the tunnel.

    I arrived for the interview in my best suit and ready to impress.  I was on time, but had to wait about 45 minutes.  When the Headhunter – “Therese” — finally called me  into her office, I was greeted with the coldest bitch-face I had seen in years, and not even a smile or a look in the eye. “Sit down,” she said.

    The first thing Therese told me was that she had already filled the position, and that she had allowed me to come in for the interview to “do me a favour”.  She then asked me a few questions about my CV before telling me she was “super-busy” and that I had to go.  I walked out of the office, fuming.

    A few days later it was Friday, and a friend of mine, Steve, pushed me to go out to the bars to get my mind off things.  We went to the usual place and then decided to try somewhere new.  We walked in, and almost immediately I saw Ms Headhunter hanging out with a few friends, holding a martini glass and pretending to laugh. “F*ck,” I said to myself.  She was the last person I wanted to see.

    It was a fun place and everyone seemed to be getting drunk.  After about an hour I was getting the next round at the bar when, sure enough, I saw Therese next to me.  Obviously she knew I had noticed her, but I completely ignored her.  It was taking a while to get our drinks, and she finally said, “You interviewed with me on Wednesday.”

    “Oh yes. Hi,” I said indifferently.

    I think she expected me to kiss her ass, and she was a bit shocked.  My drinks came and I went away. I  noticed, however, that although she may have been a cold bitch, she was actually a pretty hot one too.  Her tight work outfit showed a nice feminine figure, with her tits looking perky in her pink blouse.  I could also see the outline of a thong through her skirt, sliding between two peachy ass cheeks, which turned me on.

    I was a bit surprised when, about half an hour later, she came over to me and started acting like we were “friends” and asking me about how my week was.  I didn’t like her very much, but her personality seemed to do a 180.  At first, she came over to me about every half hour under the impression of getting a drink, but then it was every fifteen minutes, and then she just sort of stayed next to me.  I couldn’t tell if she was trying to apologize, was horny, or drunk, but I didn’t care.  It was a loud bar, and she was talking in my ear and rubbing her lips against my skin every time she spoke.

    By closing time, we were kissing in the corner, and her friends had already left.  Steve gave me a thumbs-up sign and took off.  Without asking her, I just took her outside and got a taxi, and we both went back to mine.

    Therese had been rubbing my cock for the whole taxi ride, so when we got back to my place we started right away.  I pushed her up against the wall and pulled her hair back as I kissed her neck.  She spun around and grinded her ass against my cock, lifting her skirt so she could feel my hard bulge up against her skin.  I teased her a bit and then spun her back and lifted her up.  She wrapped her legs around me and I could already feel her wet pussy.  There was no way we were going to make it to the bedroom, so I put her on the couch and we got the rest of our clothes off.  Her tits were perfect, just slightly bigger than my hands, and her whole body was clean and hard, with a waxed pussy to top things off.

    I tore off her thong and was fingering her while sucking those hardening nipples, when she grabbed my hand and put two fingers inside her fast moistening pussy.  She was massaging her clit and I got the message, so I slid my tongue down to lick it myself.  “Oh f*ck, that feels so good!” she screamed, and I kept licking and fingering till her pussy was sopping wet.  It was now time: this girl needed to be f*cked.

    I could tell that she was the type who wanted to be f*cked from behind, so I set her up and without warning thrusted my cock into that dripping pussy.  She turned her head back, and her long hair hung halfway down her back – just right for me to pull.  “Yeah,” she said, getting more and more into it, “Slap that ass”.  I slapped it and continued f*cking her hard and fast.  I didn’t want to show any mercy with this girl, and she didn’t want it either, as she moaned and shouted, “Make me your bitch, make me your f*cking bitch!”  My cock rammed into that tight, juicy pussy again and again.

    After a while, she collapsed with her head down on the sofa, but I wasn’t finished.  I rolled her over and she gave me a dirty smile.  “Give me that cock”, she said, and sat up, taking me full into her mouth and throat.  I pulled her hair away from her face and made her suck harder and faster.  I knew I had to cum, and finally, with my hand on her breast and her hand on my balls, I just let it all go, while she sucked me dry.

    When we woke up the next morning, she put her hand immediately on my cock and said, “So do you forgive me for being such a bitch?”

    “Yes . . . So are you going to help me get a job now?”

    “First things first,” she said, as she stroked me and tossed her hair back.  I guess I’d passed my second interview!

    Andrew Slade

    Andrew Slade is a thirty-something expat who divides his time between China and SouthEast Asia and the West. He’s a man’s man who generally knows what he wants, though he doesn’t mind being surprised. When not working, he enjoys a good glass of whisky and the company of a lady of interest.

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  • Fan Submissions – Coitus Lover

    Fan Submissions – Coitus Lover

    Been a while since I really had mind blowing intimate coitus with my girlfriend.  I could tell she was getting bored too.  Not that we do not have great sex , but after the oral and different positions (well how many position can you go, it’s not like both of us are porn stars), we decided to go to the next level.  We are not that bold to start swinging, because we respect each other and we believe in monogamous living and making love is both an emotional and satisfying process.

    Imagine if we just had sex without the pre-coitus foreplay of flirtation, which led me to decide on getting some nice exquisite lingerie and toys.  I have a few ideas in mind and lingerie is my priority.  Ah, the decision making process during my purchase was a wild ride, like a mad hatter having a conversation at the tea party.  It boiled down to a comfortable lacy type with an easy access to the forbidden fruit.

    Now comes the presentation.  Me being the hopeless romantic, wrapped up the lingerie gently surrounded with lovely chocolates in an eye catching box, which even seduced me, and I was ready for the next level.  A strange thought came to my mind.  Aren’t your lover’s bedroom apparel seductive enough?  I mean, did the cotton panties and brightly coloured bras make you horny even before hitting the sheets?  Will she be offended?  Being in an Asian society, was love making just involving both to open up, get it done with and close it shut?  Hey who cares!  It’s me that’s transmitting my alpha male testosterone and on the receiving end is a woman who enjoys the way I give it to her (Chest Thumping Action).

    The end result was a notch up experience for us, she was over the moon about the whole process from presentation to the final act, and I was richly rewarded with being chosen as the mating partner.  Hmmmmm, shall I edge up a little more with my next adventure of using a sex toy or should I still rely on my little Miguel who deserves a mention.  Ah… Coitus the whole package is part of life, enjoy it albeit safely though.

    Coitus lover

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  • Breakfast in Bed

    Breakfast in Bed

    In this musing, I recall a school day that began with an unexpected breakfast. 

    Classes in the mornings were always tough to get up for, and it wasn’t uncommon to skip them to get more shut eye. Thankfully my classes on Thursdays were scheduled in the afternoon so I always took the opportunity to sleep in.

    My ex, H, had slept over the night before which he usually did a few times each week. Him with his arm wrapped around cuddling me while we slept on our sides on the single bed.  There usually wasn’t much space to manoeuvre but that was as comfortable as it got for us.  Raising my head, I stole a glance at my clock, it was half past ten.  Still early, I thought to myself, and I was in no rush to leave my bed.

    Turning to face H, he was soundly sleeping away in his singlet and shorts, his breathing slow and quiet.  His face was close to mine, our lips barely a few centimetres away.  A wild thought entered my head as I decided to surprise him with a wake up call, gently slipping my right hand onto his groin area.  He never wore anything beneath his shorts to sleep so it wasn’t difficult to locate his dick under that thin material.  The warm un-erect dick was nice and easy for my hand to wrap around as I gave a slow massaged using my fingers.

    H stirred ever so slightly.  I knew he was responding to my touches as his dick started to grow in my hand.  I was having fun, closing my eyes as if I was asleep but working my magic below.  I wasn’t too aroused myself, just enjoying the moment and getting a kick out of waking him up with an erection I created.  His dick was now almost fully erect, forming a tentpole like shape in his shorts, and I knew he was awake.  I continued squeezing the head of his dick with my thumb and middle finger while my index finger rubbed its tip.  Perhaps I should suddenly stop and leave him in this state, that will be fun.

    As if he had read my mind, H pulled me close to him and removed his shorts.  I was now leaning into his chest, his heart beating faster than it was as my hand had a good grasp of his erection.  The tip of his dick was wet with his pre-cum which I used my fingers to lubricate and spread it down the entire shaft.  Wrapping my hand around it, I made slow purposeful tugs, keeping a continuous pressure of my palm on his shaft. This was good enough to keep his erection hard but not lead to an ejaculation anytime soon.

    Wearing my usual shirt and panty to bed, H’s hand had no difficulty finding its way to my breasts.  As I was lying on my side with my right hand stretched south, my breasts were squeezed close together giving him a handful while he fondled both of them.  Cupping one after another, his grip on each breast was firm, giving each a good squeeze followed by a pinch on the nipple.  This continued for a while before he put his hand between them, stretching his hand so that the tip of his thumb and little finger touched both nipples, giving them a good finger rub.  My forehead now became an object for his kisses.  Soft and tender, showering small pecks as his lips found their way around, slowly moving to my nose before our lips met.  His tongue pushing its way down my mouth as I resisted its advances using mine.  Our tongues danced inside our mouths furiously as if to the tune of a salsa song.  Both my nipples were now as hard as his dick.

    Not a single word had been uttered by either one of us the entire time but our bodies were responding to each other’s touches and we knew what the other wanted.  I felt his left leg brush up mine, using his toe to pull my panty down in one swift move exposing my bare bottom.  H broke off our kiss and got onto the end of the bed for a 69, his face now feeling the heat from my pussy as he used his fingers to part my lips.  My heart started beating faster, the sense of anticipation swelling between my legs for what was to come.  Lying on each other’s leg with our heads in-between, I moaned as he went to work with his tongue, repeatedly giving me a long stroking licks from my swollen clit down to my pussy.  That was his way of teasing me, enjoying my sweet honey juices as he lapped up every bit of it.  I felt his lips gently suckling my clit, while simultaneously swirling his tongue in circles.  A finger delved in me, well lubricated from my sweet juice, as it navigated its way through my inner walls, rubbing against my g-spot.

    I would have moaned loud in delight with the attention I was getting but my mouth had his dick inside which muffled the moans.  His hips controlled the movement, stretching my mouth apart each time his dick went towards the back of my throat creating a gag reflex.  Saliva was dripping out of my mouth as I relaxed my throat as much as possible while keeping a rhythmic breathing going with my nose.  The feeling of taking it deep was different lying down sideways than in the frontal position and occasionally I would choke when the tip of his dick came into contact with the back of my throat.  He pulled out for me to catch my breath a couple of times before diving in again, the shaft of his dick brushing past the base of my tongue.   There was no need for any sucking to do on my part with the increasing thrusts as I gave him free rein to screw my mouth with lost abandon.  My middle finger, wet from wiping my saliva, was now rimming his ass and probing furtively inside.  The angle and speed at which H was thrusting made it difficult for my finger to go deep, but I was getting him there nonetheless.  The pumping of his dick in my mouth was getting purposeful with intent, with the growing sound of his dick hitting against the walls of my throat with saliva in-between.

    My hips were now grinding vigorously against his face knowing the final release was near.  The constant clitorial and g-spot stimulation led to the inevitable as I tensed before a wave of orgasm hit me, my hips violently rocking away.  I felt my body go numb for a second or two as the energy drained from me.  H was close too, with his familiar drawn out groans and relentless thrusts a strong indication.  Anytime now I thought to myself, before the first bursts of warm semen shot out and hit the back of my throat, threatening to go through it.  I gulped down whatever I could as more continued to spurt, mixing with my saliva and oozing from the corner of my mouth.  H turned onto his back, his dick semi-erect completely wet with a mixture of saliva and the last drops of semen trickling down.  I swallowed what was left in my mouth, wiping the remains from my chin and cheeks with my hand.  We both lay there breathless, totally spent and exhausted after what our bodies had gone through.  Thirty minutes passed before we felt our strength return.

    “That was a great breakfast,” H whispered.  Our first words that morning.  It was indeed a great breakfast and special way to start the day.

  • Bucket sex list: The school staircase

    Bucket sex list: The school staircase

    My university days were probably the best of my life so far. Staying in school, having the freedom to control what I did and exploring about sex on every level imaginable. I dated guys in college but it was nothing serious, merely kissing and the occasional heavy petting. On the other hand, university was like a coming of age, most of my first time experience in any sex related act was done during those four exciting years. Losing my virginity? Check. Anal sex? Check. Sex in school toilets? Check. The list goes on.

    Personally, I believe that everyone should come out with their own bucket list of sex acts to do before we are no longer capable of carrying out the deed. It was a pity that I only sat down to make this list after I graduated, hence it only contains acts which I am unable to carry out in school. Nonetheless, I had my share of escapades on the university campus and there aren’t too many regrets. Thankfully, they were all done rather discreetly and I wasn’t caught with my panties down.

    My first sexual experience in public was back in Year 2 with my ex. We had been together for half a year and sexually active on a regular basis. This wasn’t really difficult as we both stayed in dorms. We both were opened with one another and often discussed our sexual fantasies which included having sex outdoors. Nonetheless, we didn’t have the guts or the opportunity never presented itself so the condom he kept in his wallet was never used. On one of the nights in term 1, the two of us were having a group discussion with three other students on a project which was due in a week. Sitting on the wooden benches at our faculty building, we spent the entire night over two laptops completing the report. My ex and I shared a laptop while the other three sat opposite us with another.

    As I was the one typing away at the laptop, my ex’s hands were free and he occasionally placed them on my inner thigh, gently stroking them with the tips of his fingers as he looked at his notes and engaged the rest in their conversation. I enjoyed his touch but wasn’t too turned on by it as I was concentrating on my work. There were times when he placed his hands behind my lower back and slipped them down the back of my shorts, using his middle finger to rub along my butt crack.

    It was already past midnight and the five of us were wrapping up on our work, going through the finer details to make sure all was in place. I was more or less done with my part and so began to take notice of his touches even more. Running his fingers up my inner left thigh, he slipped his middle finger through the opening of my shorts and rubbed against the outline of my pussy over the panty. Feeling a bit bolder and slightly hornier, I spread my legs wider apart. This was a cue for him to move over to my clit and I felt the tip of his finger gently going round in circles. I was starting to feel the wetness form between my legs. Looking at our other three friends, they seemed to be engrossed in their work and oblivious to what was going on under the table. What I love about this sort of teasing is the anticipation of what might follow afterwards in our dorm. His finger had not yet touched my skin and I could feel myself heating up in the cool night. Squeezing my muscles, I could feel the dampness of my panty pressing against my pussy. The fact that I was getting panty fingered in front of three oblivious friends made it all the more thrilling for me.  I was fighting the urge to keep a poker face and control the rising wave of emotions building up inside me.

    When I was done with my work, I turned the laptop towards their direction for them to compile our parts. With my hands now free, my left hand reached over to the boardshorts he was wearing. Because of the nature of its microfiber fabric, my fingers could easily trace the outline of his dick and boy was it hard! Holding it with my left hand, I used the tips of my index and middle finger to locate the tip of his dick and gently rubbed it up and down. It felt as if it was about to burst out of its fabric anytime. We tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, keeping our movements to a minimal and avoiding eye contact. We sat closer together, with his right and my left hand under the table while our other hands holding a piece of paper or pen and chatting with the rest.

    This went on for another half an hour when we all finally wrapped up our work and called it a day. It was already 1am by then. Packing up, the two of us headed back to our dorms while the other three went in the opposite direction to theirs. We were both already horny from all the fondling that we couldn’t wait to get back. Talking dirty and hugging each other as we walked, he took the opportunity to squeeze my breasts through my spaghetti top along the journey. The school campus was deathly quiet at this time and there wasn’t a soul to be seen. Reaching the end of the building, we took the stairs down two flights to reach the main floor. The lighting on the staircase landing was dim but I could still make out the outline of the steps and walls around me. As I was in front and about to open the door towards the main road, he held me back tightly and began kissing the back of my neck. Closing my eyes, I let out a moan as I felt his lips against my neck, showering me with soft pecks as he moved my hair to one side. The kisses soon turned into licks as his tongue flicked around, like a paintbrush across a blank canvass.

    Putting his arms around me, his left hand went under my top and cupped my left boob. Fondling my left nipple with his finger till it became hard, he moved from boob to boob gently caressing them and keeping my nipples constantly erect. His right hand pushed its way down my shorts and into my panty, fingering my clit and pussy hole, making me wetter. He continued kissing my neck and the top of my back, before putting his tongue in my right ear and licking it, nibbling at my ear lobe at the same time. Feeling his warm tongue and breath in my ear turned me on so much as my breathing started to get heavier. I stretched my hand behind me and began to fondle him. Tearing the velcro off his boardshorts, I took his dick out and stroked it vigorously. I could feel his precum as I played with the tip of his dick, using it to lubricate the shaft. Even though we were alone and it was quiet, there was a possibility that a fellow student or security guard might come in through the door. However, we had reached the point that getting caught was secondary to our personal needs.

    We both were already horny and primed for sex. I unzipped my shorts and lowered them along with my panty while he reached into his wallet to retrieve his condom. I could feel my anticipation rising as he wore it and I lowered myself to welcome him as by arching my ass up. He reached over and grabbed my waist, in one swift move thrusting his dick into my well lubricated pussy. With both my arms against the wall, I rested my head on them and enjoyed the repeated thrusting of his dick inside me. In and out he went, with a constant rhythm. My moans and his grunts, low for fear of being too loud, were in perfect tandem with his thrusts creating a soft little echo up the stairs. I could tell that he was getting close. His breathing was heavier, quicker and he was holding me tighter against him. The same could be said for me. My eyes were closed all this while, imagining how we looked like fucking in the dark which made it look all the more sexier in my head. I started to tremble, muscles tightening as I knew that my orgasm was near.

    This thrill of having sex at the bottom of the school staircase made me cum within minutes. He came not long after with one last thrust and groan, leaning into my back as I felt his dick slowly turning soft inside me. We stood like this for a couple of minutes, him resting his head on my shoulder while hugging me tightly from behind.

    I felt weak in the knees as I bent to pick up my panty and shorts. My neck and ear was wet from his saliva and putting on a damp panty felt a tad uncomfortable. The staircase was stuffy and the smell of sex hung over us. It was as if we had just marked our territory, like animals in the wild. Picking up our stuff, we left the building and walked onto the main road, feeling the cool night breeze against our faces while we basked in the afterglow. This was only to be the first of many escapades I have gone on to enjoy outdoors, some not as fun, but the majority unforgettable.

  • An extended toilet break at work

    An extended toilet break at work

    I have been rather busy at work recently.  With all the marketing consulting work to be done for various clients, coupled with many deadlines coming up due to the holiday season just round the corner, life couldn’t get any more stressful.  I am sure a lot of us thinks about sex at least once during our day at work.  It could be due to seeing a hot co-worker or stranger, reading something to do with sex or seeing attractive photos of people.  Heck, I know of friends who think of sex the moment they are have nothing to do.

    Just the other day, I was engaged in a full day meeting with a client in town.  All the discussions and reviewing of strategies can be really draining, especially after lunch when my mind starts to wander and my eyelids close ever more frequently.  A break was welcomed by everyone involved.  Some went downstairs for a smoke, others to the pantry for drinks. I headed out for the ladies, and as a few of them were ahead of me, I went to the level below to avoid the queue.

    The washroom was empty and I went for the one at the extreme corner.  Sitting down, I relieved myself and looked at my watch.  It was only 3:23pm and there was still another hour or two to go before we called it a day.  I leaned back and closed my eyes, having a little shuteye and going back late won’t kill anyone.  There was no one else in the washroom and I could hear the slow whirl of the aircon in the background keeping me company.

    I was starting to get comfortable and relaxed in my position, as my right hand wandered down south.  This was unlike me.  Yes, I have masturbated in toilets before but that was because I was horny and there wasn’t any other place I could go.  This time, I wasn’t even horny to begin with.  Besides, my Lelo Mia was in my bag and I had not brought it along with me.  Before I knew it, index and middle finger was already stroking my pussy.  My thighs widened automatically to allow more space for my hand while my other hand stretched to lower my thong and remove it.  Now my legs had more room and I was able to lower my body further and open my legs wider.  Pulling my tight dress above my waist to prevent any stains, I was now ready for some self indulgence.

    Putting my fingers together, I gently rubbed the area above my clit, feeling the small prickly pubic hairs that were just sprouting after I had shaved them two days ago.   I let my finger glide below outside my pussy hole and spread the juices over to my clit.  I was already very wet and the familiar tingling sensation was building inside me.  As much as I wanted to prolong my enjoyment, I knew it was impossible or the colleagues will start looking for me.  Sliding my right finger inside my pussy, I could feel my juices flowing out to my anus.  My left thumb and index finger gently squeezed my clit while I continued to slide my finger as deep as I could into me.  Hooking my finger, I found the spot at the top of my inner walls, and quicken my thrusts, fantasising that a dick was inside me.  In my head, I had wild thoughts that I was being roughly taken from behind, with each thrust reflecting the pounding my pussy was taking.  This felt like a quickie.  Straight to the sex with a release as fast as possible.

    Within seconds, I felt myself preparing to come.  Jerking my hips, my entire body tensed up as my pussy tightened around my finger and I let out a slow moan as I let my orgasm take over.  Pleasure overwhelmed me as I removed my finger slowly.  Reaching for the toilet paper, I gently dabbed over my swollen clit and aching pussy which felt sensitive at every touch.  Looking into the mirror to ensure that every piece of clothing was in place, my hands were soaped clean and my make up and hair was intact, I felt rejuvenated with my recent workout.  I was glowing radiantly as I made my way up, glancing at my watch, only 30 minutes had passed since I left for my break.  Not a bad way indeed to re-energise for the rest of the day!

  • My First Threesome – Part II

    My First Threesome – Part II

    I held on tightly to Emma’s hand while she guided us out of the club, making our way along the deck and down the stairs back to our cabin.  It was quieter now away from the club, and as we walked, I could feel a sense of excitement building.  None of us spoke a word throughout.  Maybe it was the anticipation but my heart was racing as we approached our cabin.  Chris opened the door leading Emma and I in.

    For those who have been on a cruise and stayed in the normal cabins before, you will know that it is not exactly very spacious and comfortable.  Two single beds with space enough to walk in between with another hanging bed above one of them.  The setting presented wasn’t unlike the threesomes I had watched or read about where there was usually a large king size bed with plenty of room for all the manoeuvring.  If there is one thing I have learnt from experience, human beings are extremely adaptable to their surroundings when life presents itself with a golden opportunity for a sexual encounter.

    Chris and Emma wasted no time getting locked in a hot kiss, his hands having removed her top and bra while he played with boobs.  Emma beckoned me over with her hand and I slid behind Chris, unzipping his berms as they fell onto the floor and began caressing his dick with from the outside of his boxers.  Emma was moaning with delight as Chris sucked and licked her nipples.  She was holding his head and pressing his face down against her boobs, her head tilted back as she soaked up the pleasure.  Not wanting to miss out on the action, I took Chris’ dick out and started to play with it, stroking it faster while I rubbed by boobs against his back.

    We were standing and going at this, the three of us, and our legs were starting to feel the strain.  Even though Emma had since always claimed that it was her first threesome experience, she seemed like a season pro as she led the two of us through it.  Moving to the bed, she laid on her back and told Chris to go down on her which he duly obliged.  With that hard on he had, Chris knew that anymore of my handjob will cause him to explode soon and he needed to keep busy with something else to prolong the session for himself.

    “Come over here dear,” Emma whispered to me as she took my hand and pulled me over.  I moved closer to her and we started kissing.  She was indeed a good kisser.  It felt weird at first, kissing another girl and a good friend at that, but as I felt her tongue in her mouth, flicking and touching my tongue, the weirdness started to dissipate and I kissed her back aggressively.  I was kneeling on the floor while kissing her as she lay on the bed, her right hand finding its way inside my shorts, circling the area near my clit on the panty.  Emma suddenly stopped kissing and commanded me to get on top of her.  I stripped off my clothes and got above her on all fours.  Resting my thighs with her head in-between, I lowered my pussy and leaned forward with my hands resting on both sides.  I could see Chris holding her legs apart, eating her out with his eyes closed, while moving his tongue up and down.  I felt Emma’s breath against my pussy and her tongue began exploring slowly, tasting the juices and going inside occasionally.  I started to grind myself against her face, trying to push my clit to where her tongue was to meet it and hint to her what I wanted.  She moved her tongue around my labia, continually teasing me knowing that my clit ached for more action.  When her tongue finally met my clit, I let out a long moan of satisfaction.  Circling my clit, she inserted a finger (it could have been two, I wasn’t in a state to count) and thrusted slowly at the same time.  I was lost in the ecstasy, enjoying the masterpiece Emma was using her tongue to draw on me while her fingers worked their magic.  Her thrusts and licks started to quicken while I noticed her body was jerking to and fro.  I didn’t know when it started but I looked up and saw that Chris was already inside Emma, her legs raised against his shoulders while he got up to speed.  It was quite a sight I am sure, the three of us on one small bed with the room smelling of sex and sweat.

    Our rhythm was metronomic, Chris pumping deep inside Emma while she licked and finger fucked me.  I knew she was going to reach climax soon as her body started to convulse a little but never once did she slow down or drop her rhythm while satisfying me.  What a pro, gal.  She was the first to climax and letting out a shriek, pulling her hands out of my pussy and her mouth opened gasping for air in the process.  Knowing Chris had not come and I was on the verge of it, I wasted no time in crawling towards him.  No way was I not getting off in my first time.  While Emma rolled aside, I assumed the same position she did and let him enter me.  Emma and I were looked at each other while Chris upped his rhythm to a frantic pace, going as deep as he could with each thrust.  Emma reached her hand over to my pussy and played with my clit at the same time, causing me to come in seconds.  Chris came soon after, the exertions of the entire night taking a toll on him and he simply collapsed on the floor between the beds and just laid there staring blankly at the ceiling.  He was probably extremely worn out as the condom was still on his already flaccid dick as he drifted off to sleep.

    Emma and I remained on the small bed, our naked bodies touching and out faces close to each other, hair in an entire mess.  The bedsheets were soaked with sweat and our juices.  I could smell her, or most likely it was me I was smelling on her.  Her eyes were already closed while mine were starting do so.  I had just done it.  My first threesome.  It wasn’t like how and where I imagined my first experience would be but it definitely exceeded my expectations.

  • My First Threesome – Part I

    My First Threesome – Part I

    Prior to my first threesome experience, the serious thought of having sex with two other people at the same time had never crossed my mind, even when I was in a relationship.  I had read about it in magazines and from online material, picking up tips the experts gave on what to do to have one.  However, my first threesome was unexpected and I hadn’t even planned for the moment.

    Having grown close and formed strong friendships with five of the best friends one can have, three of us decided to go on a weekend cruise to nowhere during the summer break after our second year in University.  As Emma and Ed were on the summer internship program, and Jake overseas for a holiday, it was just Chris, Liz and I for the two night trip.

    Nothing much happened during the first night.  We hit the casinos, had a few drinks and only got back to the room in the wee hours of Saturday morning after our luck had ran out at the roulette tables.  By the time we awoke it was already late afternoon.  We took to the main decks, soaking up the sun and enjoyed some of the facilities offered on board.  It was only after dinner when we were having drinks at the dance lounge when we begun talking about sex.  Sex was a subject our group freely discussed in our conversations so it was only a matter of time we talked about it during this trip.

    The conversation began light, sharing some gossips about the sexual lifestyles of some mutual friends we knew but after a few more drinks, we started sharing some fantasies we have always wanted to try but had not yet done so.  I still remember Emma’s sexual fantasy of having bdsm and being gangbanged at the same time.  That confession took me by surprise as I never imagined that coming from her.  Chris’ was to have sex with a complete stranger while mine was to have sex in a public area.

    Starting to feel a bit high from the alcohol, the three of us agreed it was a good time to start dancing.  As the place wasn’t very big, we danced at the corner near where our table was located.  Emma and I faced each other, moving our bodies and gripping one another’s hips with our hands.  The lighting was dim and I could feel Chris behind me, rubbing his body into my back and sliding his arms around down my waists.  This was starting to turn me on so much.  I enjoyed the feeling of Emma in front and Chris behind me, feeling their body heat as they sandwiched me, not giving myself any room to move.  Closing my eyes, I could feel hands roaming my body, couldn’t tell whose they were and it didn’t really matter as well.  I felt Chris’ growing hard-on each time he pulled me back towards him while pressing his crotch against my ass.  Flirting back, I grinded him slowly, wriggling my ass from side to side to tease him further.  Emma on the other hand, was a serious dancer and her arms were now around my neck as she swayed her body.  I spread my legs apart to allow one of hers to slide in-between mine until they touched as we danced to the music.  As we were both wearing shorts, I could feel the smooth skin of her thighs brushing against mine, making me quiver with delight.  Perhaps unknowingly, we were rubbing our pussies against each other which started to make me feel horny below.  The thought of making out with another female never crossed my mind before but my hands somehow naturally slid behind her, caressing her tight ass as we danced.

    This went on for sometime, the three of us, oblivious to what was going around, entwined in our own world getting hornier as we danced away.  Being aware that there were other customers around us, we kept some sense of control and did not go overboard with our actions.  Taking things a little further, I put one of my hands behind and fondled Chris.  The bulge in his berms was already huge and I could feel the outline of his dick as I grabbed it gently.  Chris leaned forward to cover my actions, resting his head on my shoulder, breathing heavily into my left ear.  His left hand went underneath my shirt, circling my tummy and the area just below my bra.  Occasionally, I felt his hand brush against my breasts giving me a tingling sensation.  Emma was so close to me that her breasts were pressing against mine.  It wasn’t exactly a tit rub but I could feel my nipples harden from underneath.  At this stage to be honest, I didn’t really care if I was being more aroused from Emma or Chris and my panty was already wet from all the excitement.  My hands were still on Emma’s ass and from the look on her face, I could tell she was enjoying the feeling of my hands around them.  Deciding to be a bit bolder, I slid my right hand down the back of her shorts, having a good feel of the lace thong she was wearing and the smooth ass cheeks of hers.  I felt her tense up as I squeezed her ass and expected her to pull away but she continued as if nothing had happened.  I continued playing with her ass, running my finger down her thong over her butt crack.  Her hands were now playing with my hair and circling my ears, smiling at me knowing it was turning me on further.

    Being in this sensual dance ritual was building the sexual tension to unbearable levels for me.  There comes a point when the line is crossed and the only thing left on your mind is to release all that sexual tension.  That time was now for me and I knew I had to bring the two of them back to our room.  Feeling Chris’ hard dick while looking at the twinkle in Emma’s eyes as she lustily stared into mine, I knew we were in for our first threesome experience and it was going to be explosive.

    To be continued…

  • Best places I’ve enjoyed a quickie in Singapore

    Best places I’ve enjoyed a quickie in Singapore

    Some of the best sex I have experienced did not occur on a bed.  I love the passion and fire when I am horny and can dive into sex without having to wait.  Perhaps it is the risk of getting caught, or not needing to engage in foreplay or not wasting time removing each others clothes that makes quickies so exhilarating.  Ever since my maiden voyage of doing it at a dark basement staircase corner of my University faculty late at night on my way back to hall, I am always on the look out for potential quickie spots.

    Below are the best places I’ve enjoyed having a quickie most in Singapore and it is based on my experience and personal preference.   If the thought of having sex in some of these places has never crossed your mind, it is time you did so as no one can resist the thrill of doing it outside the bedroom.  Quickies are spontaneous, exciting adventures which will spice up any sex life.  Try it out and I am sure you will feel liberated and proud.  Just be sure not to get caught!

    1 – Disabled toilets

    My favourite.  It’s spacious, under-used and often very clean.  I like it that most places have them and there is an added bonus of having a sink to wash-up and mirror to straighten up at the end of it.

    2 – Cars
    Being able to drive to secluded areas, away from prying eyes and having privacy to ourselves.  Having sex in the car feels exactly like watching it in the movies.  Fast paced, primal and lots of sweat.

    3 – Cinemas

    Pick a movie that has been screening for sometime and watch the earliest show on a weekday for privacy.  Get the couple seats for the space and enjoy making out for the entire duration.  Boy do I miss the days in Uni when I had time on weekdays and tickets were much cheaper.

  • It’s been too long

    It’s been too long

    The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.  With the amount of articles to go through and the marketing proposals to write, sex was the last thing on my mind when the guys placed The Cone on my laptop.  “Take your time to enjoy this over the weekend, you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” they chuckled.

    It has been a while since I actually really came hard and felt truly satisfied.  All the late nights researching and working on the new project meant the alone time I had with my pussy was in the shower.  Putting the showerhead and feeling the water gush in and around while I closed my eyes for ten minutes kept me sane for the entire day.

    Perhaps tonight, when Ed finally has the time to come over and pass me the Oenotheque Rose he got from France.     The last time we had sex was two months back and that is way too long for me.  In fact, us six have not met up for a weekend rendezvous in more than a year.  With different schedules, even finding four was difficult.  Ed was always the best with his tongue compared to Jake and Chris, though Liz and Emma might beg to differ.  If ever I wanted to just lay in bed and come, I could count on Ed to give me multiple orgasms with his tongue twisters.  That’s how we called him The Tongue.  He wasn’t this good that Ed.  I remember giving him his first blow job in his dorm back when we were both freshies and he came in less than five minutes.  The first time he gave me a blow job?  Wasn’t an experience for me to remember.  Lying there, staring at the ceiling, feeling a damp piece of skin moving up and down my pussy.  Needless to say, I told him it was enough when thoughts of my school assignment filled my head and I wasn’t interested in replacing them with sex.

    Ed arrived at my place punctual as usual.  Chatted about stuff, what he and the other four have been up to recently.  Jake was the last I had sex with two weeks back and I hadn’t had a threesome in months.  Even sex craze Liz was busy with her schedule to even come over to join us.  That was when he noticed The Cone, sitting on my table and wandered over to pick it up.

    “Interesting product for you to review…” he began, as he read the description and showed me the different serving suggestions The Cone had to offer.   One that intrigued him the most was the Conelingus.

    Watching him remove the packaging and examine The Cone with great interest, I started to feel horny.  All the oppressed sexual thoughts I had put aside during my late nights came to a boil.  I needed a good fuck and I wanted it now.  There was no time for foreplay, my pussy was starting to get wet and I didn’t want to indulge in any kissing for tonight.

    Moving towards him with my pussy throbbing in excitement, Ed got the hint and placed The Cone on the floor.  “You know we both want to, and I am really thirsty right now” I whispered as my hand slid into this jeans and stroked his dick.  Unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans, I moved faster and grabbed his dick as it sprung out from his boxers.  Holding onto his now hard dick, I began rubbing my right hand along his thick shaft while my left hand caressed and squeezed at his balls.  I removed my already soaked panty and reached towards The Cone.