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23-03-2012, 06:36 PM
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My back arched with the intense sensations of pleasure emanating from between my legs, and in reflex my head tilted back until I was staring at the ceiling. A lone lizard taking cover beside the living room lamp stared back at me warily; probably wondering whether the two giant mammals moving around in a strange manner below were just an anomaly, or potential predators. I sat back up, and my eyes met with Sarah's again, for a while. She was clearly trying to assess from the expression on my face whether her actions were having their desired effect on me - she began to smile as she watched my resistance crumble. "Yes? You were saying something about toys getting spoilt just now?" she teased with that otherworldly smile of hers. "Ah... f-fuck..." was my response in between breaths. "This toy seems to be working fine, I think." she said, pretending to examine my thing seriously. "It's so big... and hard... and warm." she continued, changing her tone to a more lustful one. "I like it." She drew my foreskin back and forth with slow deliberation, like some perverse kind of peek-a-boo device. "Now you see it... now you don't!" I was completely entranced by her... completely under her spell. Who would have known; under that veneer of a shy, socially maladjusted girl, there hid a vixen as mesmerising as this? She had my heart pumping as if I'd just sprinted a hundred metres, even though my ass had been more or less planted on the same sofa for the last half hour or so. "I want to see it..." she said. "W-what... see... what?" I asked in between breaths. "Something is going to come out of this thing once you can't control yourself anymore." she replied matter-of-factly, as she stroked on furiously, like some mad scientist conducting some diabolical human experiment. It felt as if even control of my very thoughts was slipping away. The irony that the end was near struck me. An irony because my entire body was longing for it, yet pushing it away; the whole point of continued stimulation was to reach climax, but once it arrived, everything would be over in a couple of spasms. Hence the paradoxical push and pull. I could feel the areas around my balls starting to tremble of their own accord, gearing up for that one final, massive contraction to resolve the currently unbalanced chemical and pressure equations in effect around my groin. It was similar to the sensation of having lifted gym weights to the point of failure - muscles start to buckle under their own weight and are no longer able to contract properly to serve other purposes. I suddenly thought back to all the times I stumbled out of dark alleys after having puked out a night's worth of liquor and bar snacks into a nearby drain. The urge to just give way, collapse on the ground, and lose consciousness was always so strong. But the mind is a wondrous thing - it can command the body to go beyond itself. Countless times, it was the only thing that got me safely home in a cab, instead of sleeping on the streets, I thought to myself. I grabbed at her wrist to stop her, and she resisted of course. I actually had to use some force to prevent her from continuing her menacing stimulations. She was like some kid at an arcade terminal that refused to budge until the game was over, and even then, would only come back at it with an even bigger bag of tokens. I'm quite certain we were both mutually aroused by our struggle - but the bottom line was that she had my small head by the balls, literally, and my fluids were on the verge of bursting out; and I didn't intend for things to end just quite yet. We weren't even talking, more like grunting, as I quickly hooked my palms into her underarms and lifted her off the ground. An unbelievable wave of satisfaction overcame me as I somewhat forcefully laid her flat on the sofa and spread her legs apart once again. Her resistance gradually faded as she realised what I was trying to do... and that she was going to like it more than what she was doing just now. After quite a while of having stared at her face attached to my crotch a while ago, the sight and smell of her privates drove me into a frenzy again. I parted her dark nether lips with my thumbs and drove myself in again, not as gently as before. Her fluids burned down the sides of my shaft once more... and I knew I didn't have much time before what little endurance I had left would expire. Her cries filled the room and I no longer cared that the neighbours might hear. It was music to my ears, giving voice both to her desire for me, as well as the pleasure she was experiencing from my efforts simultaneously. It was a marvel of nature - from the viewpoint of musical theory the sounds being emitted by her were nothing less than noise of the highest order. But yet it gave me so much pleasure just to hear her response to my repeated thrusts. And then it came. That familiar surge of adrenaline rushing through the arteries like a river bursting its banks. And this was a large one - considering how long I had deferred its release. I felt my fluids come careening out of my balls, shouting unanimously that they would not take 'no' for an answer this time, as I frantically pulled myself out of her and edged forward. She quickly got up and reached for my shaft... and with a mere few jerks, as well as a last sinister glance into my eyes, watched with consummate satisfaction a live occurrence of a man's greatest physical pleasure... and weakness. "Holy shit baby... I... oh fuck..." ******
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28-03-2012, 05:16 AM
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I sighed several times whilst reading your story. That is what young love feels like... nothing like the movies, nothing like pornographic films. Just two people being their own silly selves and enjoying each others' minds and bodies. Pity how such a wondrous feeling leaves as quietly as it arrives...
You sound like a man whom I would easily fall for, so I guess I better keep my distance eh? 
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28-03-2012, 09:02 PM
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28-03-2012, 10:13 PM
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Am happy my little story was to your taste. As for your distance...
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28-03-2012, 11:24 PM
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It's damn trashy romance novel set in the medieval ages, but yeah, you're right. That's probably what most women would want to hear.
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02-04-2012, 09:40 PM
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XV.
I looked on in an endorphin-hazed daze as I climaxed and released myself onto her; some of the fluid landing on her breasts and neck, and a small portion endowed with the highest propulsive force landing on her cheeks. The pace of her stroking slowed, but she continued to massage me gently, using my own fluids as a natural lubricant of sorts. "Oh my god, you even shot into my eye dammit haha..." she said, wiping away a trace amount that went as far as one of her eyelids. I smiled wearily. "Mmm... that was... good. Oh... everything that came before that too." "I know baby... I know. The feeling is mutual... trust me." I managed to say. "Come here, will you..." I held her in my arms, sticky fluids and all, kissing her forehead. In the absolute silence that followed in the next five minutes, the only thoughts that remained in my head were that I never wanted to let her go... and how far I would be willing to go to keep it that way. I stroked her hair, straightening out the frenzied mess it had become since about an hour ago, tucking it behind her ears; her temples and cheeks still damp with a thin layer of moisture. I suddenly felt a wave of possessiveness; I held on to her like some priceless treasure I would never be willing to give up. "Baby... you're suffocating me." she said with a little laugh. "Oops. Sorry." I said sheepishly as I relaxed my grip on her. I realised my right arm happened to be coiled around her neck as if deployed in a sleeper hold. "Hey... wait here a minute." I padded back over to my old bedroom and brought our belongings over to the living room. I watched her toy with the fluids on her breasts from the corner of my eye, as I grabbed a spare t-shirt I kept for basketball games from my bag. "Do you think it's edible?" she asked in amusement. "Why don't you give it a try. I think you can appreciate why the thought of consuming my own semen has somehow never crossed my mind. But maybe it's like shark's fin soup, for all you know." I said in jest. "Haha... idiot, you. What are you doing?" "Here, this is all I got; we'll have to share haha..." I gestured to her to use the t-shirt to clean up. "I guess we didn't come prepared huh." she said. "Or rather, we weren't prepared for each other... for that matter." I replied with a smile. She looked down almost shyly and placed her head on my chest, lying in my embrace. It was such a pleasure simply to hold her in my arms - this living, breathing embodiment of beauty. And she was actually mine... not simply because I wanted her, but because she wanted me too. "Stay with me always... ok? I can't go on without you." she said, looking up at me and placing one hand on my face. "I will baby... I will. We will always be together; whether in this world... or in electric dreams," I said with a quiet laugh. "and music... music will always be with us." She smiled at back at me. ****** "Fuck, I think even after so many years, you just can't let go of her lah." Sean grunted after downing another Tequila shot. I stared on impassively at the mass of people cavorting on the dance floor. There were some really beautiful women among them. "Oi. You listening to me?" "Ya. I heard you." I shouted back over the deafening music. Took a long drag from my cigarette. "It's going to be a perpetual weakness, I'm telling you. You gotta know when your weaknesses are acting up on you." "Aiyah talk cock lah you, I'm just helping her do something. You think I'm stupid or what, losing my head just because of some girl. I know what I'm doing." I retorted. "Okay, suit yourself dude. Cheers, by the way." Down went half a jug of housepour. Teeth hurt from the cold. But that was nothing compared to other kinds of pain. At any rate I was glad to have an old friend with me. Friendship really is the most reliable bedrock, after all. All other kinds of relationships are skewed in some way or other; affects the way the mind operates at some point, creates some kind of weakness somewhere. But there's nothing quite as equal and unassuming as friendship. "Come on, let's find ourselves some nice girls to party with," said Sean with that same mischievious, determined grin on his face. "Fiona said she found you reaaaaally cute, hur hur hur..." a vicious but well-meaning jab to my left kidney followed next. "Oww! Fuck, ok ok... ya I find her pretty hot too. Hmm. Nothing much up there though." I said, putting a finger to my skull. "Fuck you and your nonsense lah! You want what? Miss Universe with a PhD in Permanent Head Damage like you ah? You fucking wait long long ok. Now will you stop with all the self-mutilation bullshit and just go have some fun with her. Be happy before I kill you. Now go!" I plodded along in an intoxicated daze. An unfamiliar but beautiful pair of eyes, a pointed nose, muted red lipstick, and a tassle of long black hair observed my approach. ****
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19-04-2012, 10:54 PM
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XVI. Epilogue
"Kor kor, teach me how to play piano!" Cindy was like a perpetually hyperactive, efferverscent little bundle of spiritedness. I heard she could even talk herself to sleep out of sheer fatigue. And of course, she had a natural affinity for music - a strong sense of rhythm, pitch, and a throaty little warble that could more than hold its own against other kids. She excitedly depressed a random number of keys on the Japanese mass production baby grand before her, apparently overjoyed at the inifinite possibilities of 'fun' the device held. "Mummy I want this piano!" she exclaimed. "Yes, yes, don't worry, wait a while for mummy to pick a good one for you ok dearie." replied her mother. "I'm going to be a famous piano player next time!" "I'm sure you will kiddo," I added, putting a hand on her head. "just remember never to be afraid, no matter what people say ok? Practice hard and do your best." "Orh." replied Cindy as she looked up at me wide-eyed. I had the feeling my words were a little lost on the child... unlike her mother, who was starting to look a little annoyed for some reason. "The Japanese ones are better I think. Softer keys, looser hammer action, and more responsive. Easier on her fingers." she said distractedly. "So that, what, she will have weak fingers when she grows older?" I said, a little too pointedly. "Strength can be built up with brute force, sensitivity takes a long time to train." "You want to teach sensitivity to a kid? Strengthen her fingers first." "She'll be discouraged from the start if the instrument appears too hard to play. We can always change the piano later." "You might as well get her to play a synthesizer. Get her a good piano, and get her technique honed right from the start. No need to change here change there. If she's going to learn sensitivity, it has to be against benchmark resistance, not a reduced one. Anyway it's not like it's going to break her fingers or something. Kids' muscles are supple; they grow quickly and adapt to the environment they're in." "Aiyah you and your fucking technique lah. I don't need her to win some fucking competition." she snapped. An awkward silence. Cindy stopped her tinkering with the piano to look warily at both of us. "Ok I'm sorry." she said with a sigh. "It's alright. How many times have I heard it anyway. Ok look; You may not need her to win a Van Cliburn or a Tchaikovsky.... but she may want to one day. For herself. And more desperately than you can begin to imagine, once she's at that age." "You know... after a while I started to hate the way you were willing to beat yourself to death for the sake of some ideal or other." "It's what we men do. Well... at least those of us who are actually men." "Ya lah, ya lah... whatever. Anyway I know you're going to tell me I should get the German." "You know me so well." "Don't you start using that shit on me now, ok." "That stings so much it's almost nostalgic." "Will you stop it?" "Stop what?" "Oh fuck it lah." she said exasperatedly. "Agreed. Seems like you knew the right choice all along, despite yourself. I wonder why I'm even here." She walked over the price list lying on the customer service counter. "Geez this thing is pretty ex." "You're not paying for it anyway. He is." "Yeah so what if he is? At least he can. Not like you." she heaved out a large sigh. "Ok, I'm sorry." "Well it seems like things are more or less settled here. You know what to do. I'll be on my way." "Look, I..." I turned away and made to leave, but felt a sudden tug on my sleeve. "Kor kor, play piano for me to hear!" Her round little hazel eyes were full of desire, anticipation, and only saw the beauty in the world around her. They were her mother's eyes... a decade or two ago, I thought to myself with a wry smile. "Hey... could you... test this one and let me know what you think?" said her mother. I nodded and walked over to the mid-tier upright German piano, watching my warped reflection dance across its lacquered black sheen. The keys were still a little stiff; it must have just arrived from the factory or otherwise no one's been trying it out, I thought to myself. I sounded out a couple chords and arpeggios. Mmm. Good tone. "Kor, what are you doing? Faster play something!" I obliged. Sarah looked away. "Waaah what's that song? Tell me! Teach me how to play!" the little girl chirped. "It's called 'Big My Secret' ok. A very smart musician wrote it. You like?" I replied. "Yes yes yes! Teach me how to play!" she insisted. "Why is it called Secret? Is it because you have a secret, kor?" "Well, everyone has secrets; when you grow up at least." "Then what's your secret kor?" she asked innocently. Well, your mum and I used to fuck a lot and we had a really good time. Hell, we loved each other; but that's history now... I imagined myself saying. "Well if I told you it wouldn't be a secret now, would it." I evaded. I glanced up to see the slightest tinge of anxiousness on her mother's face. "Hmph! Not fair! Next time I have a secret, I won't tell you also." the child sulked. "Haha fair enough... I will let you keep your secret then." I smiled warmly back at her defiant pout. "Ok I have to go do something else now, alright? You be good and follow your mummy go." "Kor where are you going? You haven't teach me how to play Secret yet!" "Next time kiddo... next time. I will see you again, don't worry." I said with as reassuring a tone I could muster. I turned to face Sarah. "It's a good specimen. Will be an ideal companion for her for the next decade or so of her life. And that's because she's no ordinary child. She's definitely got more than a little of her in you... stubborness, insecurity and all." "Yes... yes. I know." she looked away. "Keep in touch?" she added with a backward glance. "What exactly for?" I shot back rather unexpectedly. "Ok I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. We'll... be in touch." "Is that a good or a bad thing?" she asked, somewhat rhetorically. "I don't know... girl." "I always like the way you called me that." she said hesitantly, looking at the ground. "There's someone else to do that for you now. That should be what you live for. That and this little bundle of sparks." Cindy had gone back to tinkering with the baby grand. "See... You're gonna have to upgrade for her someday... I'm sure of it." I said, motioning towards her. "Ha. She has her mother's taste." Sarah quipped with a grin. "Hey wait..." "What?" "Still remember how to play it? Just for old times' sake." I stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out what she was getting at. I somehow managed to read the words in her eyes. It hurt for a moment once I realised what it was. "How could I ever forget." It was my turn to look away for a moment. "Your Japanese still functional?" I asked. "What do you think?" she replied with a weak smile. ~ fine ~ ****
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19-04-2012, 11:13 PM
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Wow bro, you still writing
 I'm about to off work down here, almost 6pm...happy hour time 
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19-04-2012, 11:23 PM
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Last one already lah... finally. After nearly a year haha. Let me know when you're back man. Meanwhile you have a good drink and be safe ok
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08-05-2012, 09:41 PM
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Just a little heads-up for this thread... as a parting shot.
I'll be penning a sort of 'sequel' to this little story of mine, although 'sequel' might not be an entirely accurate description - there is, after all, no overarching plot or singular conclusion linking the two pieces of writing. Perhaps I can call it more of a continuation - of the thoughts and sentiments I have about life, love, and of course, ahemmm I did think of starting a thread to discuss these matters as ideas on their own, but I guess expressing them rhetorically rather than academically seems to be more... effective. My apologies if the way I write doesn't exactly suit common taste; unfortunately I can't help being somewhat different. I can't jump straight into the sex like a raging beast, skip past the art when providing all the explicit details, and I can't talk about how a man and a woman come to be together without all that context  It's just far too important... for me at least. Anyhow, my thanks again to those who actually have enjoyed this thread; I hope the following one will also prove satisfactory, if not better
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