Keeping Track

[blackswanlake]

12 Aug 13

1647HRS: This could work, I tell myself. I see a million of them anywhere I go. Girls, women, young women, older girls. It shouldnt be a problem.


13 Aug 13
1108HRS: I stand in the train on my way to work. It's a cold Monday morning and I start on this. A diary. A secret journal that will document my thoughts. Not just ANY thought. But those of women I see on my way to work. We all do it. We imagine them naked as we observe their clothes, faces and hair. What would she sound like in bed? Dead fish? Moaner? Or a screamer?

Knee-high boots and a small text tattoo that cuts across her right wrist. "Solitude", it spells out in bold, cursive fonts.

Her breasts are just right. To my liking, nothing too big nor too small. They'd fit right into the palm of my hands. How would I take those boots off though?

The train pulls into Bugis and she leaves, but a handful of prettier young executives step in.

Pressed shirts and pencil skirts. I wonder if they iron those naked, right after a shower in the morning.

[blackswanlake]

17 Aug 13
1809HRS: I'm meeting the fiancee later after her work. She's a looker. I know that for a fact thanks to the numerous guys who keep trying to hit on her. Sometimes they freak her out, that doesnt bother me. Other times, she'd comment that this one is hot, or that one has a hot body. These keep me on my toes. So I run and I work out, high intensity.

I pick her up and we weave through the evening crowd to our favourite restaurant in Mandarin Gallery. Jones the Grocer. There's a young waitress behind the counter, I immediately notice as we are ushered to our seats. We sit down and in front of me, my fiancee.

Any fleeting images of the young waitress disappears as soon as I see Anette's face. It's almost perfect. A sharper nose would look hot, she says. but to me, the face staring at the menu in front of me is perfect.

We have a quick dinner. Pasta for her and a risotto for me. I'll skip the details of dinner since we aren't here to read what people eat at night.


2209HRS: We're at my place for the night. She's staying over to watch a couple of movies. It's for work, she says. She starts to get lost in the film while I watch her from behind. She's in my maroon army singlet. For nine months I wore it in OCS and now, it's on her. She's not wearing a bra, and the armpit holes at the side give me a good view.

I could use the usual soft, white creamy descriptions we read about here all the time. But I wont. All I'd say is that her breats feel good. I hold them and squeeze them lightly while I kiss the back of her neck.

It's a soft spot, she says. And before long, I am going down on her. Oh! How inviting she looks. Eyes half closed, she has forgotten about the film. Soft, light moans and I tickle her with my tongue. I know it gets her high.

It takes some time and effort, but then she climaxes. And her body jerks repeatedly, convulsions the result of my desire. I inch my way back up to her mouth and kiss her lips. She playfully bites mine in reply and pushes me off her. She flips me over. She has gained some arm strength. Must be the weekly yoga. New tricks, I anticipate as she takes her turn going down.


2354HRS: The yoga has definitely helped. I am blown away, in every sense of the word.

[studdyme]

camping for more!

[blackswanlake]

19 Aug 2013

0916HRS: It's just as the sun is rising. Im out with my dog, a rescued puppy the fiancee and I brought home late last year. She's a handful, the dog. I mean. She yanks me forward and runs towards a sleeping cat but stops dead in her tracks just as the feline is rousing from her sleep.

I come up to the corner where the neighbourhood clinic stands and where my dog and the cat are establishing contact. To my right, a feline of another kind.

She is dressed impeccably for work. A bit of an overkill, one would say. But the first thought that comes to my mind is 'wow'. Korean, I immediately surmise.
She has that typical long wavy brownish hair Ive seen once too many times on the Koreans girls on TV and YouTube shaking their assets. She looks at me and then to the dog. She gives a smile.

It isnt pleasant. And the entire encounter lasts for less than five seconds. I turn my head to the left as she totters away in her tight black dress. Dont get excited, it isnt short or revealing. In fact it reaches to her knee level. But something about it screams elegant and classy. Her rear isn't to die for either. But enough to prove a handful.

Should I follow her in her walk to the MRT station?

The dog yanks me forward again, her cat has scooted off in fear. Now she's under a nearby car, hissing at my poor baby who's terrified.

The lady in black carries on walking, struggling in her high heels as she navigates through the holed surface of the carpark. Her calves are defined with each step.

That ass, I tell myself.


1034HRS: I am still thinking of that lady. I wonder if she's a screamer in bed. I imagine her in her bra and panties. An off-white colour on top, maybe a red set. Nothing lacy, I hope. I go to my toilet and masturbate furiously. But my thoughts go back to the fiancee.

Oh, my sweet fiancee.

[blackswanlake]

23 Aug 2013

1005HRS: I scored last night. Thats what one says when he or she (usually he!) manages to have his way with a female of his desire. It was a friend, not just any girl I met randomly.

It had been a rough week and to top it off, I found out that I was due to be posted outstation in a few weeks because of work. I hated it. I needed a drink.

And so there I was in my neighbourhood watering hole; a decent enough hole-in-the-wall bar sort of thing amidst the other shophouses that sold daily local fare. A pet shop was to its right and the rest were provision stores.

We'll call her Elaine. Elaine because Elaine sounds like a nice name for a girl who is sophisticated but willing to spread her legs when she's been courted flirtatiously enough.

Elaine was at the bar with another girl. Later, I learnt that they were discussing insurance policies and the girl was a client of Elaine's.

Once they were done, Elaine came over to my table and we started off with the usual pleasantries.

What happened in between was simple enough. We had too much to drink and soon we were getting frisky. The turning point came when she left to go to the loo and returned to sit next to me, instead of her original seat across the table.

Somewhere private would have been better, we thought. And so we headed to my place. Thats where it all started.

Behind the closed door and once it was locked, all hell broke loose. She pushed my against the wall and we kissed ferociously. I could smell her perfume, a sweet scent. The typical ones that office ladies would use.

Elaine was kind of a looker. Tonight when I saw her, she no longer had a bob hairdo, instead she had grown her hair out and looked much prettier. Her breasts were as small as I remembered, but tonight her ass looked more defined than it had been when we were in school together.

I grabbed it. I slid my hand beneath her sheer skirt and grabbed that ass. She moaned. I pulled down her panties and continued grabbing her ass. During this time we were slowly making our way to the sofa.

On it, the clothes came off. She removed my pants first but left my underwear on. And then she pressed my penis. I let out a slight moan. To this, she stopped everything, pulled herself away and stripped her dress.

Right there in front of me, my former schoolmate Elaine Cheong. Naked, and ready to be fucked.

I yanked her towards me and we resumed kissing. But that wasnt what she had in mind. Before long, she was down at my dick, sucking me while cheekily looking up at me. I held her head and guided her along as she released moans that only made me want to fuck her more.

She got the hint and slowly started planting kisses from my dick, to my stomach, up the middle of my chest, towards my right cheek and then to my ear.

"Fuck me," was all she said.

I threw her back onto the sofa and went on top of her. She used her hand to guide me into her while I kissed her breasts softly. Soon enough, I felt the familiar warmth. I was in.

I went in and out, in and out. Guided and egged on more by her moaning. Yup, she's a hell of a moaner. I watched her breasts move up and down with the motion, like slippery eggs on a pan. And then I grabbed them.A louder moan followed.

"Fuck you", she said. "Harder please."

And I complied. But in a few minutes, I had to pull out. In our haste to fuck, we had done it without a condom. It was either instinctive, given the slut she was known to be, or the fact that she too realised what was going to happen. The moment I slid out, she knelt down and took it in her mouth.

I guided her head again and then, she moaned.

[blackswanlake]

Well written and paragraph great writing;)

Thanks bro Styleking. Just taking my time to try this out :D