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#811
05-06-2012, 09:30 AM
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Hope her parents have been informed .... these are things that shouldn't be taken lightly ... It seems you're feeling "Happier" or contented with things are ... which is good  you'll get bored with Diablo3 ... so much a computer game can stimulate you and your "hunger" kekekeke Diana a good willing temp relief i'm sure and I guess you're making it a strictly "i'm only helping out" r/s with S right ?
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#812
05-06-2012, 09:32 AM
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Oh yes ... Amanda's feeling frisky and hungry
 Think it's a female fantasy to try and get a GAY fella to succumb ... kekeke 3-some coming up ?
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#814
05-06-2012, 11:33 AM
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#815
05-06-2012, 11:35 AM
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I care in my own ways I guess. And Leah's pretty hot, so Diablo 3 is still interesting. Haha.
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#816
05-06-2012, 11:42 AM
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As to whether Amanda wanted to turn him or not, just read on, but seriously, recall the Nicole incident, I didn't manage to change her. Maybe cock too small. Haha. But I have yet to meet her for coffee yet... So...
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#817
05-06-2012, 11:44 AM
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And they have tried rushing me by replaying the Black Soulstone quest over and over again. It gets boring. So I'm playing at my own pace.
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#818
05-06-2012, 04:05 PM
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Ur life really lots of twist an turns. Keep us updated if there are any interesting things going on.
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#819
05-06-2012, 09:54 PM
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I turned over and tried to sleep. The sight of Derek's monstrous erect member was unnerving. I knew I was not big to begin with, and to get the girls, I had to rely on how I connected with them. Derek had the entire package. Good looks, relatively well-to-do, and of course, the thing in his pants that could terrorize and pleasures the girls.
Maybe Amanda was really testing my reaction when she asked Derek if she could go to his room. But how was I supposed to know? In any case, even if I never had performance anxiety before, I was definitely having a serious case of low self esteem now. Why did he have to show off his huge cock? Gay or bisexual or what not, it would seriously cause envy among other guys, unless those guys were bigger than him of course. Amanda snuggled up to me. I felt her soft breasts pressing against my back. She snaked her hands around me and grabbed my chest. She planted soft kisses on my neck and nibbled on my earlobe, teasing it occasionally with her tongue. She slid her hands down my body and into my boxers. A: Hey. Why is it soft? Did you turn gay after seeing his dick? I turned around to face her. Me: What exactly do you want? A: Make me feel like a woman again. Me: Why? A: Touch me. Make me feel good. Me: Is this going to be a one night stand? A: If you want it to be. Me: I don't. A: Then we'll do it more frequently... Me: What if we wake up tomorrow and realise this was all a big mistake? A: Then I won't be talking to you for awhile I guess. Me: And how exactly are we supposed to remain in the same group? A: You're really naive. Sex doesn't have to complicate things. Me: But it does. A: So? Me: So? You were so ready to sleep with Derek. You wanna turn him straight? Or is it his cock you want? A: I don't want just any cock. It has to be attached to someone I'm confortable with. Me: I'm not sure this is right. How did we progress so fast? A: I don't know. Me: You sure you'll be happy doing this? A: Nope. But at least I'll be happy for a while. Why pursue long term happiness when there's short term pleasure? Me: I would have expected you to want a committed relationship. A: Get real. Which guy is gonna want to be with me? To take care of my kid? Not many I expect. I want to be happy too. And if I can make someone else happy, why not? Me: You're weird. And then it was as if the events of the past few hours were forgotten and she pulled me towards her again. Our lips locked, and our tongues touched fleetingly, before engaging in a full-scale war. My hands automatically found her breasts, and resumed their caress. She moaned as I flicked her engorged nipples. I slowly worked one hand down her flat tummy, caressing her thighs. As if on cue, she spread her legs wider, allowing me access to her pussy. I traced my fingertips around her labia and found the clitoral hood. I rubbed it gently. She moaned louder and bit my lip. I increased the intensity of my rubbing, while caressing her breasts and nipples at the same time. Soon she was squirming uncontrollably. A: I can't take it anymore. I want it in me. Me: Nope. I propped her up against a pillow and eased myself between her legs. I started by massaging/caressing her calves and thighs, sometimes running my tongue along the length of her long shapely legs, planting kisses on them in between. Amanda grabbed my hair and tried to pull me up towards her but I maintained my position down there, totally avoiding the area that would probably give her the most pleasure. She resorted to grabbing the bed sheets, almost ripping them off from the mattress. As I got nearer to her lower lips, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. The scent of sex. She was primed and ready to go. Teasing her inner thighs with my tongue. I traced the outline of her labia again. In the dim light of the room, I saw that her labia was a slightly darker color. I wondered if it was because she had given birth. The fact that she shaved granted me the easiest of access to her clitoris and I gently pulled back the hood with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand. Once her engorged clit was exposed, I licked it once to test her reaction. She literally had to cover her mouth to muffle the moans. Then I attacked. Flicking my tongue on her clitoris, I alternated the pace, direction and pressure. A: Stop! Me: Huh? Amanda grabbed the other pillow and buried her face in it. A: Carry on! I did not need a second invitation. I resumed pleasuring her love button. With my free hand, I caressed her thighs again and made my way to the hole. It was really wet, whether from my saliva or her juices. I slowly inserted my middle finger in, in case there was any resistance. There was none. I could tell that Amanda trying her best not to wake the entire neighborhood up. I slid my finger in and out a few times before poking around for her g-spot. I found it after a little probing and proceeded to stimulate it. Amanda arched her back as though she was trying to help me find the perfect angle. I was definitely hitting the spot as her moans increased in frequency and volume, despite the pillow. I felt faint contractions of her vaginal muscles so I increased the pace. Suddenly the pillow left her face. A: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! I continued whatever I was doing until she had to push my face away from her pussy. Her legs were trembling and she was having trouble catching her breath. I licked my lips and looked at her. Me: Are you having an asthma attack? A: I hope not. I didn't bring my inhaler. Me: You're serious? Oh shit. I tried to get her into a more comfortable sitting position but she could hardly move. Me: Slow, deep breaths... She tried but it sounded like she was wheezing. Me: Just breathe, I'll see if Derek has an inhaler. I left the room and was about to head to Derek's room when I caught sight of a flash of light in the kitchen. He was taking a puff at the open window. I entered the kitchen. D: Well it looks like someone is really good with the girls... Me: Dude, you have ventolin? I think she's having an asthma attack. D: Wow. You're that good? Now I'm wishing I was a girl... Me: Dude. I'm not kidding. And we weren't having sex. Do you have an inhaler. D: Oh. Erm. Lemme see of my brother left his in his room. He threw the stick out of the window and went to his brothers room to find the inhaler, returning barely a minute later. He handed it to me. D: So what's with all the moaning I heard? Me: I was eating her out. D: And she was screaming like this? Wow. You've got some sick skills. Me: Right. I headed back to the room and found Amanda sitting up. She seemed to have recovered. Me: Still need the ventolin? A: Don't think so. I feel better. Me: Ok. I'll just put it here then. I placed it on the bedside table and turned to leave. A: Don't you want to continue? Me: No. I don't want to murder you. A: I'm serious. I feel better. Me: No. You better rest. Sorry it was so intense. A: I'll suck your cock? Me: It's ok. I went over and helped her up. Me: Why don't you go wash up then I'll tuck you in. A: Ok. She went to the bathroom and emerged shortly after. She climbed into bed and lay down. I pulled the blanket over her. A: Where're you going? Me: Smoke. Probably sleep outside. It's not safe in here. A: Why? Me: I might get tempted. A: I'll be fine. Me: No. I think you've had enough excitement for one night. Go sleep. I kissed her forehead and left the room, finding Derek still in the kitchen smoking. I joined him. Kind to think of it, it was pretty gay. Two guys in their boxers, smoking at the kitchen window. D: I'm thinking you didn't get to release. Me: No. And if you're offering to help me. No. D: Damn. How could you read my mind? Me: Please tell me you aren't serious. D: I'm still high on booze. I probably won't remember this conversation in a few hours. Me: And I'm not gay. D: Yeah. I know. Me: Well, I guess I'll be having a good time with my hand then. D: Yeah. Me too.
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#820
05-06-2012, 10:18 PM
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hahahaahhahaha strai8 talking between a strai8 guy and bi chap ... he's definitely interested
 hahahahahaah yeah .. anti-climax with Amanda
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#822
05-06-2012, 11:47 PM
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Anyway, to deviate from the storyline a little. I just met up with Nicole tonight.
Apparently it's the school holidays now. She messaged me late afternoon to see if I was free. Of course I was, other than stoning in my bunk and sleeping really really early, what else could I be doing? Anyway, I met her at a coffee joint near one of the shopping malls near my camp. I did not drive and took a bus instead. She was already there when I reached. She was sitting at a table with single seater couches, sipping her cappuccino and reading something off her iPad. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing her glasses. The only thing that would probably not make you conclude that she was a teacher was her tight spaghetti tank top, and denim shorts. I gazed at her long slender legs from afar. Me: Hello. Nic: Hi. Me: How've you been? Nic: You mean other than being utterly devastated 10 years ago when you left without a word? When you never messaged or called? When I found out you went all the way with my sister while I was asleep? Me: Shit... Nic: So how have you been? Me: I'm sorry. Really. I would like to excuse my behavior by saying I was young and immature and didn't know what I was doing. Nic: And? Me: I would like to make it up to you? Nic: Fat hope. There's nothing you can do that will ever make me forget what you did. Me: Then perhaps I should leave? Nic: No. I said I'll never forget. But it doesn't mean I didn't forgive. Me: Huh? Nic: Oh please. Your English was never this bad. In fact I kind of recall your GP grades being better than mine... Me: No wait. I'm confused. And army's made me stupid. Nic: More excuses. Me: Really! Nic: I said I forgive you. Me: You do? Nic: Yes. Why hold on to the past when it was seriously just one bad mistake? Me: True. Nic: It's something I'll never forget. The pleasure you made me feel. Pleasure I never thought that any guy could possibly give me. Then of course there's the betrayal, the hurt, the weeks of wondering where I went wrong. Get it? Me: You didn't do anything wrong. It was me. Nic: And I'm glad you realised it. I tried to change the topic. Me: So you're a teacher now? How did that happen? Nic: Well, it's your fault actually. I couldn't focus much on my As after the incident, kind of just floated around school not knowing what was happening. My grades were a huge wake up call. I barely made it to uni. But I did, and I studied hard. And I secured sponsorship from MOE. Me: Sorry. Nic: Don't be. I realised how much I loved educating the future generations. Guiding them along the right path and making sure they don't make stupid mistakes like I did. Me: That's noble I guess. Nic: And how about you? Heard you're a soldier now. Can't really tell. You've slimmed down alot from JC days. And is that a hint of a belly I see? Drinking too much? Me: Well, it's a really long story. And I told her everything. Nic: Well, you're stupid to sign on. With the military anyway. No one is injury proof. Even with a diploma you could have gotten a job somewhere. Me: I know. But I was interested in an army career. And it gave a chance to be financially independent. So why not? Nic: Do you regret signing on? Me: Yes and no. Yes as I never took proper care of myself, and thought I was invincible. No because I learnt a lot more about life than any other job could possibly have taught. Nic: So you're living with your pregnant godsister? And you're not the father? Me: Only on weekends. I'm in camp on weekdays. Nic: You sure that's the right thing to do? It seems a little selfish of her to want you back after all that. And the complicated thing with her friend... Me: I guess it's my retribution. Nic: And that girl with the paper crane thingy? The way you described it really sounds like you found the one. Me: That's complicated too. Nic: But your boss story is probably the most interesting. You're like a gigolo. Haha. Me: Thanks a lot. Nic: Well at least you've had a colorful life. I can't say the same for me. Me: So what did you do? Nic: Well, couple of girlfriends, nothing serious. They turned straight after meeting the right guys. I dated a couple of guys too, went steady with two of them. Didn't really work out anyway. Think it was the novelty of me being a lesbian that made them treat me well initially. But in the end it was fuck and drop once they got bored. Me: And now? Nic: Well I'm happily single. The jobs tough. Most of my time is spent in school. Marking, preparing lessons, counseling students. Stuff like that. Me: You don't get lonely sometimes? Nic: Are you trying to hint something to me? Me: No. I'm just being curious. Besides I've told you so much about what I've been up to. Nic: Well, if the idea of you and me sleeping together ever enters you mind, keep dreaming. Me: I wasn't thinking about that. Nic: Oh? Then why agree to meet me at such short notice? I'm sure there's something up your sleeve. Me: Hey I've got so many choices for sex now. All I wanted was to find out how you were. Nic: Why does it sound like you're trying to make me jealous. Me: I'm not. Seriously. Anyway it's getting late. I need to catch the bus back to camp. Nic: I could drop you off. Me: No really. It's ok. I'll take the bus. We'll catch up soon? Nic: Sure. Why not? Before the holidays end. Me: Alright. Just let me know. Bye. Nic: Bye. On the bus back to camp, as I was typing this out, I really wondered how our meeting went. Not to good in my opinion.
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05-06-2012, 11:50 PM
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06-06-2012, 01:36 AM
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The twist and turns and dialogue writing is simply.....fantastic
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