Last week, we threw down for Isabel’s 30th birthday, and honestly, it was unlike anything I’ve ever been part of. Forget the usual cake and polite toasts. This night was soaked in leather, lube, and a kind of raw, electric lust that made my skin tingle.
Isabel didn’t want a quiet dinner or a weekend at the spa. She told us she wanted chaos. No joking. So we gave her exactly that: 30 kinky dares, one for every year she’s lived fiercely in her own skin. And from the moment she started, it was like she took over the entire room, made us all her audience, her altar, her willing playthings.
We circled around her like wolves, drinks in hand, the air thick and heavy with anticipation. That smirk on her lips said it all, she’d been waiting for this night her whole damn life.
She slipped on a lace blindfold first, shutting out the world and letting the darkness take over while we held our breath. Then came the ice cubes, tracing cold fire over her nipples, thighs, and places that made us shiver watching her. The remote-controlled bullet passed from hand to hand, teasing her with jolts of pleasure that made her bite her lip. The breathplay countdown had her gasping, each soft gasp tightening the tension between us all.
But the moments that really stuck with me were later, when it got so intensely personal.
When Isabel set that timer for five minutes to make herself come, I could see every nerve in her body tense like a coiled spring. The clock was loud in the quiet room, every tick adding pressure, adding heat. She was totally in control, and yet you could tell it was killing her a little, too. Then, at exactly 3 minutes and 27 seconds, she broke. Her whole body shuddered like lightning had struck her. Her breath caught, sharp and ragged, and I swear the whole room exhaled with her. That moment release under the strict rule of a countdown, was hypnotic. Watching her own pleasure teeter on the edge of time was wild, vulnerable, and utterly captivating.
Then came the part that felt almost sacred.
She started fingering herself slowly, then with increasing urgency, like she was chasing something deeper than just sensation. Her breaths hitched, her body trembling as waves crashed over her, and tears slipped down her cheeks, not from pain but from being overwhelmed by everything she was feeling. She was shaking, vulnerable, completely undone. It was one of those moments that makes you stop and just feel everything, the power, the surrender, the beauty of someone fully owning their desire and emotions at the same time. Watching her like that was… breathtaking.
And then, the final act: she stood in front of the mirror, still breathing hard, eyes fierce and unflinching. Her fingers moved inside her with a purpose that made the air thicken again. As she came — slow, deep, and utterly unapologetic, she whispered, “Happy birthday, bitch.” The words were fierce and tender all at once. It was more than a birthday wish, it was a declaration of self-love, ownership, and pride in every part of herself.
By the end of the night, the whole room was drenched, not just in sweat.
We were all soaked, clothes sticking to skin, breaths ragged, some of us were even missing pieces of clothing.
We didn't celebrate Isabel's 30th but she did.
And honestly? I’m still feeling the aftershocks.
Friday, 29 August 2025
Saturday, 19 July 2025
Soldiers
It started when Xav got called up for reservist. No cuddles. No sex. No him for 1 weeks.
I told myself I’d be fine. It was just 1 week. But by day four, my body was aching. Not just a quiet yearning, I mean aching. My skin missed his touch, my chest felt hollow, and between my legs? I was constantly wet, pulsing, needy. The kind of ache that no shower pressure or pillow grinding could fix. I craved him, his scent, his voice, his rods in me.
That night, one day before his book out, we started sexting. It began as playful teasing. I’d planned to reward him for being the good soldier, you know?
I sent a cheeky photo, just the right angle of my body in lace bra ad thong, nipples barely visible, with captioned: "Thinking of you..."
He replied in seconds and I knew I had his cock in my hand without even touching him.
I told him I was fresh out of the shower, still dripping wet. I left it ambiguous, was it water, or something more? Then I sent a voice note, low and breathy: "My holes are so wet."
We jumped on a call immediately. His voice came through low and urgent, laced with restraint, he was whispering as his bunkmates were all around.
That “quick rinse” turned into hot, slippery hands and mouths crashing. His fingers found me in seconds and I am not sure if I wet from the shower or my own juice.
What I do know was, while I was having my orgasm, he barely gave me time to breathe before he slid inside me. He was so hard. The sudden stretch, the sudden heat, wasn't a joke.
Back in his room, as I was standing in front of the mirror, still drying my hair. I felt his hand slip down the front of my shorts and trust me, I wasn’t even dry down there but I was already soaked again.
My thong? Instantly ruined and that was only clean one I had.
I tried to stop him but failed.
I told myself I’d be fine. It was just 1 week. But by day four, my body was aching. Not just a quiet yearning, I mean aching. My skin missed his touch, my chest felt hollow, and between my legs? I was constantly wet, pulsing, needy. The kind of ache that no shower pressure or pillow grinding could fix. I craved him, his scent, his voice, his rods in me.
That night, one day before his book out, we started sexting. It began as playful teasing. I’d planned to reward him for being the good soldier, you know?
I sent a cheeky photo, just the right angle of my body in lace bra ad thong, nipples barely visible, with captioned: "Thinking of you..."
He replied in seconds and I knew I had his cock in my hand without even touching him.
I told him I was fresh out of the shower, still dripping wet. I left it ambiguous, was it water, or something more? Then I sent a voice note, low and breathy: "My holes are so wet."
We jumped on a call immediately. His voice came through low and urgent, laced with restraint, he was whispering as his bunkmates were all around.
Meanwhile, I lay on my bed, towel tossed aside, legs open. One hand on my nipple, the other between my thighs, slowly circling.
I gave him a live audio show, told him exactly what I was doing. I even rubbed my clit loudly into the mic, exaggerated the squelch, dragged it out just to torture him.
I gave him a live audio show, told him exactly what I was doing. I even rubbed my clit loudly into the mic, exaggerated the squelch, dragged it out just to torture him.
Trust me, he was panting into the speaker, frustrated, helpless, trying not to make noise.
I was still catching my breath when his bunkmate called for him. Just like that, the call ended. Cold.
The next day, he was homed before 2pm, and we barely kissed for a minute before he pulled me into the shower. Luckily, his mom and sister were out, the house was ours.
What I do know was, while I was having my orgasm, he barely gave me time to breathe before he slid inside me. He was so hard. The sudden stretch, the sudden heat, wasn't a joke.
Sadly, after a few thrust, he was down. I was in fact enjoying when he pulled out but I won't blame him.
After we officially done showering, I figured that would be it for a while but I was so wrong.
Back in his room, as I was standing in front of the mirror, still drying my hair. I felt his hand slip down the front of my shorts and trust me, I wasn’t even dry down there but I was already soaked again.
My thong? Instantly ruined and that was only clean one I had.
I tried to stop him but failed.
Without warning, he bent me over the bed, yanked my shorts down, and slid inside me from behind raw. He didn't even bother to put on a condom. His dick was rock hard and he thrust so deeply, I could feel myself getting full.
During one of the traffic stop, he randomly leaned over and sucked my nipple through the dress, I almost screamed.
The worst part, he never stopped touching me. By the time we parked, I’d already come twice. Quiet, breathless, trembling. I was so wet that I thought I’d puddle.
We walked into the restaurant after resting for 10mins and also the debate of whether if I should remove my thong in the car, but ends up, I didn't but maybe I should have.
We walked into the hotpot restaurant like everything was normal.
No one knew that my thong were extremely damp or my thighs were sticky with arousal. We had our dinner peacefully, hotpot bubbling between us but I couldn't close my legs as my thong were cold from the wetness and the surrounding.
The moment he parked his car, his hand were as fast as the flash. One hand pinched my harden nipple, the other between my legs. I was so sensitive that I came again with barely any effort, moaning into his neck. The night was quiet until my moans broke it.
I was annoyed when he did that and when I was about to scold him, he pushed two fingers inside me from behind. Trust me, I was on the edge again in no time. My climax were coming when, I accidentally let out a loud, unexpected fart. I froze. Mortified.
But Xav? he just chuckled and kept going like nothing happened. He even curled his fingers in that exact way I liked, and I exploded. My legs gave out, body limp against the seat, soaked, ruined.
Back in his car, the air was still thick with the heat we’d barely let cool. My legs trembled a little as I slid into the backseat, half anticipation, half recovery. I was still catching my breath, muscles a little sore, nerves still buzzing from what had just happened before. And there he was, climbing in behind me with that same wild look in his eyes
Before I could say a word, he was on his knees, face between my thighs, hands gripping them firmly like he needed to anchor himself. The leather seats felt cool under my skin, but his mouth—God, his mouth—was warm, wet, relentless. There was no buildup, no teasing. It was as if he knew I was already teetering on the edge and he had every intention of pushing me off it again. And I let him.
I was still so sensitive. Every flick of his tongue made my whole body jolt, like he had direct access to my nervous system. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was overwhelming, like I was vibrating from the inside out. I tried to close my legs, instinctively, from the intensity, but he just held them apart more firmly and kept going.
My thighs was still shaking uncontrollably when he licked me clean, like it was a reward.
We managed to drive home without further touching, but before we even made it to the lift, he pulled me up the stairs to level 3. Pressed me against the wall, lifted my dress and inserted into me raw, but sadly to said, It didn’t last long.
He came hard and fast, groaning in my ear as I caught his release with my hand. The last of his stamina finally spent or so I thought.
The next day, I woke up tangled in him, my thighs were sore, pussy swollen and tender. I changed my position and then I felt it. The thick and warm dick. He was hard again and due to the positioning, he was pressed right against my ass, like his cock was looking for a concave.
He didn’t say a word but kissed my shoulder and slowly slid down between my legs, and started licking me ( we are both naked). It was slow, indulgent licks like I was his favorite meal but i guessed I was already sensitive. The moment he slipped two fingers in and curled them just right. My back arched and I came. My body gave in completely randomly. It was so intense that I squirted so hard. My thighs, his face, the bedsheet were soaked.
Before I could recover, he crawled back up and slid inside me. No warning. Just the thick stretch of his cock filling me again. I was sore, overstimulated, I was soaking for him.
I came hard again after just a few thrusts, it hit me fast, like a wave I didn’t see coming. My whole body shook, uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat. It wasn’t quiet or polite. It was real, and loud, and messy. I was completely in it, lost in the sensation, pulsing around him and he didn’t stop. He kept going, deep and steady, even as I trembled beneath him, every nerve raw and exposed.
Before I could even speak, he grabbed my bra from the floor and wrapped it around my wrists. The move was fast, almost instinctual and it caught me completely off guard. The fabric was soft but the intention behind it was firm. He didn’t tie it tight enough to hurt, just enough to let me feel it, the tension, the pause, the surrender. I could have slipped out if I wanted to, but that made it even more thrilling.
Sadly to say, he didn’t last long that round. I didn't even get to enjoy much before he pulled out and cum but before I could even recover from the bed, he was back up, condom on, dick hard. I think he lasted longer this round, more than I had expected as he managed to hold it until my 2nd orgasm.
We cleaned up, rested briefly, then decided to go out for dinner. I reached for a top and shorts, but he stopped me. He told me to wear a dress, a short dress with no bra and with the damp thong. I raised an eyebrow as that wasn’t usually his thing. But his eyes had this possessive gleam that flipped something deep inside me. So I obeyed. Thin blue sundress. No bra. Just a thong.
He drove us to GuoFu for hotpot, but not before making me wet in the car.
In the car, his hand were quick to slid up on my thigh. Slowly. Teasing. His fingers found my clit after circling lazily through my wet thong. I tried to close my legs but he didn’t let me. Suddenly, he pulled the fabric of my dress up to my waist, didn’t even pretend to hide it and instructed me to touch myself. I was dumbfound but I didn't resist.
Right there, passenger seat, cars all around us.
I did as I was told. I rubbed my clit slow and shallow while his eyes burned through me.
He drove us to GuoFu for hotpot, but not before making me wet in the car.
In the car, his hand were quick to slid up on my thigh. Slowly. Teasing. His fingers found my clit after circling lazily through my wet thong. I tried to close my legs but he didn’t let me. Suddenly, he pulled the fabric of my dress up to my waist, didn’t even pretend to hide it and instructed me to touch myself. I was dumbfound but I didn't resist.
Right there, passenger seat, cars all around us.
I did as I was told. I rubbed my clit slow and shallow while his eyes burned through me.
During one of the traffic stop, he randomly leaned over and sucked my nipple through the dress, I almost screamed.
The worst part, he never stopped touching me. By the time we parked, I’d already come twice. Quiet, breathless, trembling. I was so wet that I thought I’d puddle.
We walked into the restaurant after resting for 10mins and also the debate of whether if I should remove my thong in the car, but ends up, I didn't but maybe I should have.
We walked into the hotpot restaurant like everything was normal.
No one knew that my thong were extremely damp or my thighs were sticky with arousal. We had our dinner peacefully, hotpot bubbling between us but I couldn't close my legs as my thong were cold from the wetness and the surrounding.
After dinner, he didn’t drive home. He took a detour to a quiet park nearby.
The moment he parked his car, his hand were as fast as the flash. One hand pinched my harden nipple, the other between my legs. I was so sensitive that I came again with barely any effort, moaning into his neck. The night was quiet until my moans broke it.
Before I could recompose, he opened my door. His pants were already unzipped, cock out, hard.
Without a word, I took him deep, slow. To be honest, I didn't expected he was so hard-on. I could feel every pulse, every twitch in my mouth. After a while, he tugged my hair, then pulled me out, flipped my dress up, moved my soaked thong aside, and bent me over the seat. He fucked me right there, outside, like he couldn’t wait another second, but he didn't last, and he came on my ass and wiped it with the same nonchalance that always drives me mad.
But Xav? he just chuckled and kept going like nothing happened. He even curled his fingers in that exact way I liked, and I exploded. My legs gave out, body limp against the seat, soaked, ruined.
Back in his car, the air was still thick with the heat we’d barely let cool. My legs trembled a little as I slid into the backseat, half anticipation, half recovery. I was still catching my breath, muscles a little sore, nerves still buzzing from what had just happened before. And there he was, climbing in behind me with that same wild look in his eyes
Before I could say a word, he was on his knees, face between my thighs, hands gripping them firmly like he needed to anchor himself. The leather seats felt cool under my skin, but his mouth—God, his mouth—was warm, wet, relentless. There was no buildup, no teasing. It was as if he knew I was already teetering on the edge and he had every intention of pushing me off it again. And I let him.
I was still so sensitive. Every flick of his tongue made my whole body jolt, like he had direct access to my nervous system. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was overwhelming, like I was vibrating from the inside out. I tried to close my legs, instinctively, from the intensity, but he just held them apart more firmly and kept going.
I remember moaning, breathless and almost embarrassed by how quickly my body responded again. It felt involuntary, primal. My hips moved on their own. I could barely think straight—just sensation after sensation crashing over me until I lost it completely. I squirted
We managed to drive home without further touching, but before we even made it to the lift, he pulled me up the stairs to level 3. Pressed me against the wall, lifted my dress and inserted into me raw, but sadly to said, It didn’t last long.
He came hard and fast, groaning in my ear as I caught his release with my hand. The last of his stamina finally spent or so I thought.
The next day, I woke up tangled in him, my thighs were sore, pussy swollen and tender. I changed my position and then I felt it. The thick and warm dick. He was hard again and due to the positioning, he was pressed right against my ass, like his cock was looking for a concave.
He didn’t say a word but kissed my shoulder and slowly slid down between my legs, and started licking me ( we are both naked). It was slow, indulgent licks like I was his favorite meal but i guessed I was already sensitive. The moment he slipped two fingers in and curled them just right. My back arched and I came. My body gave in completely randomly. It was so intense that I squirted so hard. My thighs, his face, the bedsheet were soaked.
Before I could recover, he crawled back up and slid inside me. No warning. Just the thick stretch of his cock filling me again. I was sore, overstimulated, I was soaking for him.
I came hard again after just a few thrusts, it hit me fast, like a wave I didn’t see coming. My whole body shook, uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat. It wasn’t quiet or polite. It was real, and loud, and messy. I was completely in it, lost in the sensation, pulsing around him and he didn’t stop. He kept going, deep and steady, even as I trembled beneath him, every nerve raw and exposed.
I let out a shaky breath as he pulled out, only to drop back down between my legs. I could tell he was holding himself back, fighting the urge to continue, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his mouth found my clit again, slow and deliberate at first, then hungrier. His fingers slipped back inside me, and my body gave in without hesitation.
It didn’t take long. My thighs tensed, my breath catching, and then I shattered again. Wave after wave rolled through me, i was gasping for air, trembling beneath his mouth. I wasn’t in control anymore, and I didn’t want to be.
It didn’t take long. My thighs tensed, my breath catching, and then I shattered again. Wave after wave rolled through me, i was gasping for air, trembling beneath his mouth. I wasn’t in control anymore, and I didn’t want to be.
I thought I might get a break, but he climbed back on and slid back in, and started fucking me again. Slow, deep, deliberate. I knew he was on his edge too, and I was right. He ended up cumming on my stomach.
We managed to took a short shower, without accident.
Afterward, we collapsed onto the sofa as his bed was dirty from my juices. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so tired and sore.
Friday, 6 June 2025
The shopping mall carpark
I thought I had trained Xav well enough to know exactly how to stimulate me, to read my body’s cues and respond accordingly. But the other day, when we went to watch movie, he proved to be both frustrating and thrilling in the most unexpected way.
From the moment we settled into our seats, he reached for me, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my thigh, a teasing caress that sent ripples of anticipation through my body. At first, I welcomed it, enjoying the slow, featherlight strokes, thinking he was only warming up before moving further. But as the minutes passed and the movie played on, I realized something infuriating.
No matter how much I shifted, no matter how obviously I spread my legs or guided his hand towards where I needed him most, he stubbornly refused to go any higher. His fingers remained fixed on my thigh, grazing, squeezing, stroking, but never crossing the threshold I was silently begging him to. It was maddening. Every time I attempted to encourage him, sliding his hand closer, he would simply chuckle under his breath, as if fully aware of my growing frustration.
The worst, or perhaps the best part was that his persistent teasing worked. My body responded helplessly, growing hotter and wetter with every passing moment. By the time the movie reached its climax, I was in my own private torment, so soaked that I could feel the cool dampness against my skin. I was wearing a decent denim shorts. My breath was uneven, my pulse erratic, and yet he acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
When the credits rolled and the lights came up, he finally withdrew his hand, leaving me there, flustered and aching. He stood up, stretched, and carried on as if he hadn’t just driven me to the brink of madness. The audacity. I wanted to call him out on it, to demand an explanation, but I held back, too aware of the lingering heat between my thighs and the way my body still pulsed with unsatisfied need.
It wasn’t until we got back to the car that things took an unexpected turn. As soon as the doors closed, he started by gently caressing my neck, tracing his fingers along my collarbone, and then slowly moved down to my breasts(I was wearing a normal tee and bra). He knew exactly how to touch me, the grabbing and how to make me shiver with anticipation. I could feel my nipples harden under his touch, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
He then moved his hand lower, tracing the button of my shorts and band of my thong before slipping his fingers beneath it. I gasped as his fingers brushed against pubic area then my clit, already swollen and sensitive from the earlier teasing. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, and I could feel my arousal growing.
I reached for his hand, trying to guide it lower, but he resisted, keeping his focus on my clit. I whimpered in frustration, wanting more, needing more. I tried to spread my legs wider, to give him better access, but he simply pulled his hand away, leaving me aching and desperate.
After a while, he finally relented, slipping his fingers lower and sliding one inside me. I gasped at the feeling and my body clenching around him. He began to move his fingers in and out, slowly at first, and then faster, building up a rhythm that had me moaning and writhing in the seat.
I attempted to reach for his dick, wanting to feel him, but he caught my hand and shook his head and I whined in protest. He just grinned, continuing to fuck me with his fingers, driving me higher and higher.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. As soon as he inserted the 2nd finger, with some intense rubbing on my G-spot, I came with a cry, my body shuddering and shaking as the orgasm tore through me.
I didn’t expect it to hit me so hard. It was like something inside me unlocked. My whole body tightened, not in pain, but in this overwhelming tension that demanded release. The pleasure wasn’t just localized, it spread, radiating through my thighs, my chest, even up into my fingertips.
What made it even more intense was that he didn’t stop. He kept going and his fingers moving just the way I needed them to. It was almost too much. My body kept reacting, spasming around him, and I found myself gasping, unable to catch my breath. I could feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes, not from pain, but from sheer overstimulation.
From the moment we settled into our seats, he reached for me, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my thigh, a teasing caress that sent ripples of anticipation through my body. At first, I welcomed it, enjoying the slow, featherlight strokes, thinking he was only warming up before moving further. But as the minutes passed and the movie played on, I realized something infuriating.
No matter how much I shifted, no matter how obviously I spread my legs or guided his hand towards where I needed him most, he stubbornly refused to go any higher. His fingers remained fixed on my thigh, grazing, squeezing, stroking, but never crossing the threshold I was silently begging him to. It was maddening. Every time I attempted to encourage him, sliding his hand closer, he would simply chuckle under his breath, as if fully aware of my growing frustration.
The worst, or perhaps the best part was that his persistent teasing worked. My body responded helplessly, growing hotter and wetter with every passing moment. By the time the movie reached its climax, I was in my own private torment, so soaked that I could feel the cool dampness against my skin. I was wearing a decent denim shorts. My breath was uneven, my pulse erratic, and yet he acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
When the credits rolled and the lights came up, he finally withdrew his hand, leaving me there, flustered and aching. He stood up, stretched, and carried on as if he hadn’t just driven me to the brink of madness. The audacity. I wanted to call him out on it, to demand an explanation, but I held back, too aware of the lingering heat between my thighs and the way my body still pulsed with unsatisfied need.
It wasn’t until we got back to the car that things took an unexpected turn. As soon as the doors closed, he started by gently caressing my neck, tracing his fingers along my collarbone, and then slowly moved down to my breasts(I was wearing a normal tee and bra). He knew exactly how to touch me, the grabbing and how to make me shiver with anticipation. I could feel my nipples harden under his touch, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
He then moved his hand lower, tracing the button of my shorts and band of my thong before slipping his fingers beneath it. I gasped as his fingers brushed against pubic area then my clit, already swollen and sensitive from the earlier teasing. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, and I could feel my arousal growing.
I reached for his hand, trying to guide it lower, but he resisted, keeping his focus on my clit. I whimpered in frustration, wanting more, needing more. I tried to spread my legs wider, to give him better access, but he simply pulled his hand away, leaving me aching and desperate.
After a while, he finally relented, slipping his fingers lower and sliding one inside me. I gasped at the feeling and my body clenching around him. He began to move his fingers in and out, slowly at first, and then faster, building up a rhythm that had me moaning and writhing in the seat.
I attempted to reach for his dick, wanting to feel him, but he caught my hand and shook his head and I whined in protest. He just grinned, continuing to fuck me with his fingers, driving me higher and higher.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. As soon as he inserted the 2nd finger, with some intense rubbing on my G-spot, I came with a cry, my body shuddering and shaking as the orgasm tore through me.
I didn’t expect it to hit me so hard. It was like something inside me unlocked. My whole body tightened, not in pain, but in this overwhelming tension that demanded release. The pleasure wasn’t just localized, it spread, radiating through my thighs, my chest, even up into my fingertips.
My muscles clenched rhythmically, especially deep inside, where he was still pressing and stroking. I couldn’t control it; my hips bucked, my legs trembled, and I felt like I was being unraveled from the inside out.
What made it even more intense was that he didn’t stop. He kept going and his fingers moving just the way I needed them to. It was almost too much. My body kept reacting, spasming around him, and I found myself gasping, unable to catch my breath. I could feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes, not from pain, but from sheer overstimulation.
It wasn’t just one orgasm. It kept rolling, looping over itself. My brain fogged over, and for a moment, I wasn’t thinking. I could felt palpitation but all I could do was hold on as wave after wave rolled through me. It was the kind of orgasm that leaves you limp, breathless, and completely undone.
As i finally catch my breath, he lower my seat, and came on top of me. As he leaned in close and we kissed, I knew he was finally going to give me what I needed. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, and I reached for it eagerly. After pulling on the standby condom, I guided his dick towards my entrance. I shall not continue the details here but we all in all, he went soft after the 2nd round, after cumming on my pubic area.
We collapsed back against the seat, both of us panting and gasping for breath. We rested for a while before he tidy back his clothing while I was still trying to relax my tension. Ends up, my tit was still exposed and shorts was still missing, as we drove off the gantry.
We collapsed back against the seat, both of us panting and gasping for breath. We rested for a while before he tidy back his clothing while I was still trying to relax my tension. Ends up, my tit was still exposed and shorts was still missing, as we drove off the gantry.
Monday, 19 May 2025
Bachelorette party
Hey everyone! I’m sure you're all eager to hear about this, so here we go. Two days ago, we celebrated Isabel's bachelorette party, and let’s just say it was a perfect mix of excitement, mayhem and we might even accidentally added a new member to our naughty group. Our crew included CY, the twins, a few of Isabel's friends, and someone we'll refer to as Amanda (not her real name, but close enough).
The evening started off slow for me. Their main focus was getting Isabel to sing, drink, and dance in public. It wasn't until after midnight, when most of her friends called it a night, before things started getting interesting. With only Amanda left behind, we decided to crank things up a notch.
We brought out some unexpected props—a blue sexy Aladdin costume, a pair of handcuffs, and a discreet light-up toy—and the night took a pretty wild turn from there.
P.S: Now, about Isabel’s wedding… I need help picking the perfect outfit. Something hot, but not screaming for attention. Thinking maybe a silky high-slit dress for outerwear, and underneath… maybe nothing but a remote-controlled plug and lacy thigh-highs. 😏
What do you think? Go bold or play subtle-but-sinful?
The evening started off slow for me. Their main focus was getting Isabel to sing, drink, and dance in public. It wasn't until after midnight, when most of her friends called it a night, before things started getting interesting. With only Amanda left behind, we decided to crank things up a notch.
We brought out some unexpected props—a blue sexy Aladdin costume, a pair of handcuffs, and a discreet light-up toy—and the night took a pretty wild turn from there.
The first task was the easier which Isabel had to change into the Aladdin costume right on the spot, meaning she had to undress entirely on the spot. Amanda, who wasn't part of our usual crew, seemed completely stunned. It might have been her first time seeing Isabel go full YOLO.
Isabel, being the free spirit, didn’t hesitate for a second. She took no time in removing her dress right in front of us, not even bothering to close the curtain (yes, we did made sure the coast was clear). As daring as she were, she even given us a slow and sexy show on how she put on the costume while revealing all her holes.
After she was done, we handcuffed her and brought out the second set of props: a cake with a plastic toy on top, a blindfold, and a bag of mini dildos(about 5 of it). The original plan was to insert one of it into her but thanks to Amanda, she was free from that torture.
Blindfolded, we led her to the bathroom. At first, she thought we were going to throw her out of the room in that outfit and make her ask for help, but that would’ve been too easy. The actual task was for her to find the cake, with the key to her handcuffs hidden inside it. Sounds simple, right? Well, it took her almost 45 minutes to complete this task because we were all intentionally trying to throw her off.
If she approached the wrong person, the penalty was to "interact" with the mini dildos that each of us were holding, before taking a shot of vodka (about 50ml each time). Amidst all the chaos and shouting, even Amanda joined in, surprising us with her enthusiasm. After 15 shots, Isabel was breathless and, let's just say, visibly aroused. Her harden nipple was clearly displayed out via her non-padded bra, dark spot were noted near to her holes. I believed Amanda was really a nice and kind lady as she ended up stepping in to help, bravely taking on one of the penalties herself. Whether it was her first time or not, we'll never know, but she seemed pretty good at sucking it.
The most daring part of the evening came next. We had hidden the key deep inside the cake, and Isabel had to use her tongue to find it. At first, we didn’t give her any clues, so she started nibbling on the toy, thinking it would spill out or whatsoever (we also didn't expect her to do that). The way she devoured that toy was... let's just say impressive. After 10 minutes, we let her in on the secret, and she immediately dove into the cake, smearing it everywhere. Her hair was covered in frosting, and the room was a mess.
Once she finally got the key, she didn’t even wait for us to release her from the handcuffs, she bolted to the bathroom (we had to uncuff her while she was peeing). Meanwhile, the rest of us cleaned up the aftermath. By the time we were all done showering, it was 3 AM. I was the last to finish, and when I came out, Isabel was fast asleep in her birthday suit with Amanda, right beside her. To be honest, she was kind of daring to wear just a white tank top, black bra, and dolphin shorts while sleeping beside Isabel.
Charmaine and I stayed up, planning to catch the sunrise, but we ended up falling asleep instead. The next morning was quite the fiasco. We all overslept and didn’t wake up until 1 PM, well past our checkout time. To make matters worse, most of us were barely dressed when there was a knock at the door. We scrambled to cover up and apologized profusely before quickly freshening up.
Before we left, we convinced Isabel to wear the light-up toy again (Amanda was blissfully unaware). True to her daring nature, Isabel didn’t hesitate. She popped it in using her saliva and boldly strutted around in nothing but a white shirt dress. At checkout, she confidently approached the counter, the faint glow of the toy just visible through her dress. Somehow, Amanda still didn’t seem to notice.
Afterwards, we grabbed lunch and wandered around the mall. Despite the morning's chaos, Isabel was completely unfazed. She walked around like it was just another ordinary day, showing no signs of embarrassment whatsoever, while the rest of us were a bit on edge. She truly is fearless!
Isabel, being the free spirit, didn’t hesitate for a second. She took no time in removing her dress right in front of us, not even bothering to close the curtain (yes, we did made sure the coast was clear). As daring as she were, she even given us a slow and sexy show on how she put on the costume while revealing all her holes.
After she was done, we handcuffed her and brought out the second set of props: a cake with a plastic toy on top, a blindfold, and a bag of mini dildos(about 5 of it). The original plan was to insert one of it into her but thanks to Amanda, she was free from that torture.
Blindfolded, we led her to the bathroom. At first, she thought we were going to throw her out of the room in that outfit and make her ask for help, but that would’ve been too easy. The actual task was for her to find the cake, with the key to her handcuffs hidden inside it. Sounds simple, right? Well, it took her almost 45 minutes to complete this task because we were all intentionally trying to throw her off.
If she approached the wrong person, the penalty was to "interact" with the mini dildos that each of us were holding, before taking a shot of vodka (about 50ml each time). Amidst all the chaos and shouting, even Amanda joined in, surprising us with her enthusiasm. After 15 shots, Isabel was breathless and, let's just say, visibly aroused. Her harden nipple was clearly displayed out via her non-padded bra, dark spot were noted near to her holes. I believed Amanda was really a nice and kind lady as she ended up stepping in to help, bravely taking on one of the penalties herself. Whether it was her first time or not, we'll never know, but she seemed pretty good at sucking it.
The most daring part of the evening came next. We had hidden the key deep inside the cake, and Isabel had to use her tongue to find it. At first, we didn’t give her any clues, so she started nibbling on the toy, thinking it would spill out or whatsoever (we also didn't expect her to do that). The way she devoured that toy was... let's just say impressive. After 10 minutes, we let her in on the secret, and she immediately dove into the cake, smearing it everywhere. Her hair was covered in frosting, and the room was a mess.
Once she finally got the key, she didn’t even wait for us to release her from the handcuffs, she bolted to the bathroom (we had to uncuff her while she was peeing). Meanwhile, the rest of us cleaned up the aftermath. By the time we were all done showering, it was 3 AM. I was the last to finish, and when I came out, Isabel was fast asleep in her birthday suit with Amanda, right beside her. To be honest, she was kind of daring to wear just a white tank top, black bra, and dolphin shorts while sleeping beside Isabel.
Charmaine and I stayed up, planning to catch the sunrise, but we ended up falling asleep instead. The next morning was quite the fiasco. We all overslept and didn’t wake up until 1 PM, well past our checkout time. To make matters worse, most of us were barely dressed when there was a knock at the door. We scrambled to cover up and apologized profusely before quickly freshening up.
Before we left, we convinced Isabel to wear the light-up toy again (Amanda was blissfully unaware). True to her daring nature, Isabel didn’t hesitate. She popped it in using her saliva and boldly strutted around in nothing but a white shirt dress. At checkout, she confidently approached the counter, the faint glow of the toy just visible through her dress. Somehow, Amanda still didn’t seem to notice.
Afterwards, we grabbed lunch and wandered around the mall. Despite the morning's chaos, Isabel was completely unfazed. She walked around like it was just another ordinary day, showing no signs of embarrassment whatsoever, while the rest of us were a bit on edge. She truly is fearless!
P.S: Now, about Isabel’s wedding… I need help picking the perfect outfit. Something hot, but not screaming for attention. Thinking maybe a silky high-slit dress for outerwear, and underneath… maybe nothing but a remote-controlled plug and lacy thigh-highs. 😏
What do you think? Go bold or play subtle-but-sinful?
Saturday, 10 May 2025
2025 Election day
Hey guys — so, did your chosen party win? 😄
Honestly, voting day turned out to be way more memorable than I expected and not because of the election itself.
Xav had a few surprises up his sleeve, some planned, some maybe not, which made the whole evening kind of thrilling in an unexpected way.
We headed out to vote around 6:30 PM, waiting for my brother to join us. I didn’t wear anything too out there, just a basic tee and my usual fbts. (There was plan with a reader about trying something bolder, but I chickened out at the last minute.) After voting, I met up with Xav at his place for dinner which I’d promised his mom I’d join.
But the real adventure began after dinner.
Xav casually asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Normally I’d pass, but the look he gave me, all smug and teasing, made me curious. So I said yes.
Instead of our usual park route, he led me somewhere quieter, a tucked-away spot we rarely visited. It was a bit of a walk, but when we got there, something about the air felt different. Maybe it was just being somewhere unfamiliar, or maybe it was the way he kept glancing at me, like he had something naughty in mind.
We walked deep in until we found a little corner near a hut and stopped to enjoy the view. I was snapping a shoot, when he turned and pulled me close. I thought he was going to tease me, maybe a light pat on the butt like he sometimes does when we’re playful. But this time, his hands lingered and went straight into my shorts.
Then came the wandering hands, fingertips trailing just under the hem of my shorts. I bit my lip, trying to keep composed, but the thrill of being out there, in public, just slightly hidden from view, was sending a pulse through me.
He pressed himself against me. I swear I could feel everything, how hard he was, how much he wanted me. And when he guided my hand to touch him through his shorts, my breath caught. This wasn’t like him. Not out here. But maybe that’s what made it so irresistible.
We kissed slow, heated, deep. His hand slipped under my sports bra, and I gasped as his fingers found my nipple, teasing gently.
The other hand ventured lower, smoothing over my inner thigh, teasing the edge of my thong until I could hardly think.
I think I was too stimulated so when he tugged gently at the waistband of my shorts, I didn’t resist.
The moment my FBTs shorts slid down to my knees, a cool breeze kissed my thighs and the contrast against the heat building inside me sent a shiver down my spine. I was acutely aware of how exposed I was. Just my sports bra, and the thong barely clinging on. And Xav’s hands? Everywhere.
He pushed me gently back against one of the wooden beams of the hut, his lips never leaving mine. One hand stayed cupped over my breast, thumb teasing circles over the fabric before slipping underneath and making skin contact. The other hand, bold and relentless, slid beneath my thong, fingers spreading me open with quiet confidence.
I gasped, biting into his shoulder as he worked me slowly, deliberately. His fingers moving with just the right pressure. I tried to stay quiet, but every now and then a soft moan escaped my throat. The danger of being outside only made it harder to stay still and it mades everything ten times more intense.
My legs trembled in no time. I grabbed onto his arm for support, feeling the climax build far too fast. His touch never slowed, in fact, the moment he realized how close I was, he pushed just a bit deeper, a bit firmer and my hips bucked instinctively.
I came harder than I expected, my body jerking against him, legs trembling as I clung to his shirt. I half-sank to the bench beside the hut, breathless and flushed, still in disbelief that this was actually happening out here.
But he wasn’t done. He tugged my thong to the side, casually, like it was just another layer in his way. Then he pulled down his shorts just enough and without a word, slid himself inside me.
It was quick, heated, messy. A real quickie, our bodies pressed close in the shadows, his hips moving urgently against mine. My sports bra had already been pushed up, my nipples fully exposed to the air and his mouth didn’t miss a chance to tease them with each thrust. The thought that anyone could have walked by at any moment made it all the more thrilling. I was completely exposed my chest bare, my thong askew, him deep inside me, moving like he couldn’t stop if he tried. It was raw and reckless and so unlike us.
But he didn’t last long, and honestly, I didn’t expect him to.
Between the risk, the heat of my body, and the way I clung to him in that moment, it only took a few deep, urgent thrusts before I felt him tense up against me. He buried his face into my shoulder, groaning low as he pulled out suddenly and with one tight grip on my hips, he came.
Warmth splattered across the curve of my butt, some of it streaking down, dangerously close to my other entrance. I gasped at the sensation, the contrast of cool air and thick heat dripping down the curve of me. I glanced back, wide-eyed and breathless, half-shocked by just how messy he’d gotten me.
Still flushed and panting, I tried to clean up, but Xav stopped me with a hand on my lower back.
Before I could ask, he ran his fingers down along the trail he’d just left, slow and teasing. His fingers reached between my legs again, slick from before. I felt myself throb from the sudden attention and then, with surprising control, he lifted one of my legs up onto the bench beside us.
I moaned softly, more from the boldness than the stretch, my entire lower body was practically open for him now, one leg up, one down and my thong somewhere useless in the middle. I was still sensitive from the first orgasm, and he knew that.
His fingers slid inside of me again, this time with more rhythm and purpose. My body responded fast, too fast, already teetering on the edge again. I tried to stay quiet but the wet sounds, the pace of his fingers, the angle he had me in? It was impossible.
I clutched the bench for support as the pressure inside built up again. Every movement of his wrist, every brush of his palm against that sweet spot, made my head spin. And then I came again.
My legs was shaking, breath stuttering as my body clenched around his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through me. When it finally passed, I collapsed onto him, half-laughing, half-gasping, completely wrecked.
I thought I could rest on him a while but reality caught up with us. Along with the faint rustle of leaves and distant hum of someone cycling nearby. We both froze for a second, our bodies still tangled, our breath shallow. I quickly adjusted my sports bra and pulled up my FBTs, feeling the damp fabric cling to my skin.
Xav gave me one last playful squeeze on the butt before we started walking back.
As we were walking back, still breathless and grinning, he casually dropped that he’d been there two days earlier. Alone. I gave him a look and he just smirked and said he’d come to "racky."
That little smirk of his? It said everything. He’d planned the whole thing, the route, the spot, the timing. I didn’t know whether to laugh, roll my eyes, or kiss him again. Maybe all three.
My legs were sore, my head was spinning, and I felt absolutely wrecked, but in the best way possible. And honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing.
Honestly, voting day turned out to be way more memorable than I expected and not because of the election itself.
Xav had a few surprises up his sleeve, some planned, some maybe not, which made the whole evening kind of thrilling in an unexpected way.
We headed out to vote around 6:30 PM, waiting for my brother to join us. I didn’t wear anything too out there, just a basic tee and my usual fbts. (There was plan with a reader about trying something bolder, but I chickened out at the last minute.) After voting, I met up with Xav at his place for dinner which I’d promised his mom I’d join.
But the real adventure began after dinner.
Xav casually asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Normally I’d pass, but the look he gave me, all smug and teasing, made me curious. So I said yes.
Instead of our usual park route, he led me somewhere quieter, a tucked-away spot we rarely visited. It was a bit of a walk, but when we got there, something about the air felt different. Maybe it was just being somewhere unfamiliar, or maybe it was the way he kept glancing at me, like he had something naughty in mind.
We walked deep in until we found a little corner near a hut and stopped to enjoy the view. I was snapping a shoot, when he turned and pulled me close. I thought he was going to tease me, maybe a light pat on the butt like he sometimes does when we’re playful. But this time, his hands lingered and went straight into my shorts.
Then came the wandering hands, fingertips trailing just under the hem of my shorts. I bit my lip, trying to keep composed, but the thrill of being out there, in public, just slightly hidden from view, was sending a pulse through me.
He pressed himself against me. I swear I could feel everything, how hard he was, how much he wanted me. And when he guided my hand to touch him through his shorts, my breath caught. This wasn’t like him. Not out here. But maybe that’s what made it so irresistible.
We kissed slow, heated, deep. His hand slipped under my sports bra, and I gasped as his fingers found my nipple, teasing gently.
The other hand ventured lower, smoothing over my inner thigh, teasing the edge of my thong until I could hardly think.
I think I was too stimulated so when he tugged gently at the waistband of my shorts, I didn’t resist.
The moment my FBTs shorts slid down to my knees, a cool breeze kissed my thighs and the contrast against the heat building inside me sent a shiver down my spine. I was acutely aware of how exposed I was. Just my sports bra, and the thong barely clinging on. And Xav’s hands? Everywhere.
He pushed me gently back against one of the wooden beams of the hut, his lips never leaving mine. One hand stayed cupped over my breast, thumb teasing circles over the fabric before slipping underneath and making skin contact. The other hand, bold and relentless, slid beneath my thong, fingers spreading me open with quiet confidence.
I gasped, biting into his shoulder as he worked me slowly, deliberately. His fingers moving with just the right pressure. I tried to stay quiet, but every now and then a soft moan escaped my throat. The danger of being outside only made it harder to stay still and it mades everything ten times more intense.
My legs trembled in no time. I grabbed onto his arm for support, feeling the climax build far too fast. His touch never slowed, in fact, the moment he realized how close I was, he pushed just a bit deeper, a bit firmer and my hips bucked instinctively.
I came harder than I expected, my body jerking against him, legs trembling as I clung to his shirt. I half-sank to the bench beside the hut, breathless and flushed, still in disbelief that this was actually happening out here.
But he wasn’t done. He tugged my thong to the side, casually, like it was just another layer in his way. Then he pulled down his shorts just enough and without a word, slid himself inside me.
It was quick, heated, messy. A real quickie, our bodies pressed close in the shadows, his hips moving urgently against mine. My sports bra had already been pushed up, my nipples fully exposed to the air and his mouth didn’t miss a chance to tease them with each thrust. The thought that anyone could have walked by at any moment made it all the more thrilling. I was completely exposed my chest bare, my thong askew, him deep inside me, moving like he couldn’t stop if he tried. It was raw and reckless and so unlike us.
But he didn’t last long, and honestly, I didn’t expect him to.
Between the risk, the heat of my body, and the way I clung to him in that moment, it only took a few deep, urgent thrusts before I felt him tense up against me. He buried his face into my shoulder, groaning low as he pulled out suddenly and with one tight grip on my hips, he came.
Warmth splattered across the curve of my butt, some of it streaking down, dangerously close to my other entrance. I gasped at the sensation, the contrast of cool air and thick heat dripping down the curve of me. I glanced back, wide-eyed and breathless, half-shocked by just how messy he’d gotten me.
Still flushed and panting, I tried to clean up, but Xav stopped me with a hand on my lower back.
Before I could ask, he ran his fingers down along the trail he’d just left, slow and teasing. His fingers reached between my legs again, slick from before. I felt myself throb from the sudden attention and then, with surprising control, he lifted one of my legs up onto the bench beside us.
I moaned softly, more from the boldness than the stretch, my entire lower body was practically open for him now, one leg up, one down and my thong somewhere useless in the middle. I was still sensitive from the first orgasm, and he knew that.
His fingers slid inside of me again, this time with more rhythm and purpose. My body responded fast, too fast, already teetering on the edge again. I tried to stay quiet but the wet sounds, the pace of his fingers, the angle he had me in? It was impossible.
I clutched the bench for support as the pressure inside built up again. Every movement of his wrist, every brush of his palm against that sweet spot, made my head spin. And then I came again.
My legs was shaking, breath stuttering as my body clenched around his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through me. When it finally passed, I collapsed onto him, half-laughing, half-gasping, completely wrecked.
I thought I could rest on him a while but reality caught up with us. Along with the faint rustle of leaves and distant hum of someone cycling nearby. We both froze for a second, our bodies still tangled, our breath shallow. I quickly adjusted my sports bra and pulled up my FBTs, feeling the damp fabric cling to my skin.
Xav gave me one last playful squeeze on the butt before we started walking back.
As we were walking back, still breathless and grinning, he casually dropped that he’d been there two days earlier. Alone. I gave him a look and he just smirked and said he’d come to "racky."
That little smirk of his? It said everything. He’d planned the whole thing, the route, the spot, the timing. I didn’t know whether to laugh, roll my eyes, or kiss him again. Maybe all three.
My legs were sore, my head was spinning, and I felt absolutely wrecked, but in the best way possible. And honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing.
Saturday, 12 April 2025
Airport with a motive
A few nights ago, CY, the twins, and I finally managed to pull off a late-night study session we had been planning for weeks. Coordinating everyone’s schedules was a challenge, but we eventually settled on meeting at 9 PM at CY’s house. Instead of sticking to a conventional study session, we decided to spice things up with a quirky twist. It wasn’t entirely about hitting the books, this plan included trying out a bold new outfit idea. Credit for the unconventional twist goes to Carissa, whose outlandish suggestion surprisingly faced zero objections. And so, this unusual adventure was born.
When we all gathered at CY's place, our attire seemed casual enough at first glance. The twins and I coordinated in white shirts and denim shorts, while CY opted for a pink shirt paired with dolphin shorts (admittedly not her most flattering look). However, the key detail that made this outfit experiment outrageous was our choice of innerwear – or rather, the lack of conventional ones. We ditched normal bras and regular panties, but chosen night lingerie.
CY took the boldest approach, wearing a mesh-lace bralett with a lace open-crotch thong that left little to the imagination. The twins opted for g-strings and dudou(Belly wrap), embracing their usual playful confidence. As for me, I wore a Japanese swimsuit( removed the padding), partly because I’d committed to wearing it for 24 hours as part of a sale arrangement with a buyer.
The thing about studying at the airport is that space is limited, especially late at night. If you’re a regular in this unconventional study setting, you’ll know that only a few Starbucks outlets stay open during those hours. Naturally, we headed to one of them.
When we arrived, the place wasn’t too crowded, but a handful of other groups were already there, working on their own projects. Luckily, we snagged a cozy table near the window. At that moment, none of us could have predicted how things would spiral.
Everything started out normal enough. We ordered our drinks, unpacked our iPads and laptops, and settled into study mode. It was routine until about two hours in, when the chilly air-conditioning began to take its toll on us. Charmaine seemed to suffer the most—her white shirt made it impossible to miss her situation, though no one dared mention it aloud.
Here’s where things got, well, interesting. The second part of our "plan" (if you can call it that) was to shamelessly embrace the cold-induced wardrobe situation, waiting to see if someone would call us out. A ridiculous idea, I know, but in the spirit of spontaneity, we went along with it. What we didn’t anticipate was the unexpected twist: the twin’s male cousin just happened to walk in and spot us.
When he approached to say hi, Charmaine’s face was a study in pure panic. The rest of us instinctively crossed our arms, scrambling to conceal the unintended display. After a brief and painfully awkward introduction, he thankfully left us alone. But the damage was done—we couldn’t stay. His table was just two seats away, and the awkwardness was too much to handle.
Needless to say, that marked the abrupt end of our airport escapade.
When we all gathered at CY's place, our attire seemed casual enough at first glance. The twins and I coordinated in white shirts and denim shorts, while CY opted for a pink shirt paired with dolphin shorts (admittedly not her most flattering look). However, the key detail that made this outfit experiment outrageous was our choice of innerwear – or rather, the lack of conventional ones. We ditched normal bras and regular panties, but chosen night lingerie.
CY took the boldest approach, wearing a mesh-lace bralett with a lace open-crotch thong that left little to the imagination. The twins opted for g-strings and dudou(Belly wrap), embracing their usual playful confidence. As for me, I wore a Japanese swimsuit( removed the padding), partly because I’d committed to wearing it for 24 hours as part of a sale arrangement with a buyer.
The thing about studying at the airport is that space is limited, especially late at night. If you’re a regular in this unconventional study setting, you’ll know that only a few Starbucks outlets stay open during those hours. Naturally, we headed to one of them.
When we arrived, the place wasn’t too crowded, but a handful of other groups were already there, working on their own projects. Luckily, we snagged a cozy table near the window. At that moment, none of us could have predicted how things would spiral.
Everything started out normal enough. We ordered our drinks, unpacked our iPads and laptops, and settled into study mode. It was routine until about two hours in, when the chilly air-conditioning began to take its toll on us. Charmaine seemed to suffer the most—her white shirt made it impossible to miss her situation, though no one dared mention it aloud.
Here’s where things got, well, interesting. The second part of our "plan" (if you can call it that) was to shamelessly embrace the cold-induced wardrobe situation, waiting to see if someone would call us out. A ridiculous idea, I know, but in the spirit of spontaneity, we went along with it. What we didn’t anticipate was the unexpected twist: the twin’s male cousin just happened to walk in and spot us.
When he approached to say hi, Charmaine’s face was a study in pure panic. The rest of us instinctively crossed our arms, scrambling to conceal the unintended display. After a brief and painfully awkward introduction, he thankfully left us alone. But the damage was done—we couldn’t stay. His table was just two seats away, and the awkwardness was too much to handle.
Needless to say, that marked the abrupt end of our airport escapade.
Friday, 11 April 2025
PWS
Have you ever encountered any couple that had spent so much on pre-wedding shoot but almost ruin it in the process?
Let me tell you what happened just two days ago during Isabel's pre-wedding shoot (PWS). So, here’s the story: three of us—CY, Charmaine, and I—along with the couple, travelled to Bali for the shoot. Now, I know that typically, a PWS just involves the couple, but Isabel specifically requested that we come along to help her out. It was a bit of a last-minute thing—she asked us only a week before the trip. At first, I was hesitant because of how spontaneous it was, and it wasn’t easy to get time off work. But surprisingly, when I told my boss I had a family issue that needed attention overseas, she granted me leave immediately (I’m still shocked by that!).
To sweeten the deal, Isabel covered all the expenses for the trip. She paid for the hotel rooms, the spa sessions, and even all our meals and travel costs.
But there was a downside—we woke up at 1 Am every day for three days straight because Isabel wanted those perfect sunrise shots. This meant driving in the dark for two to three hours before reaching the shoot locations.
Why did it take three days, you ask? Well, Isabel had the worst luck. On the first day, the photographer tripped over a rock and sustained a pretty nasty cut on his left hand. It was so bad that we had to use up five packs of tissues to stop the bleeding and I had to drive the car down. The company had to reschedule the shoot for the next day.
The second day was slightly better—no injuries, but the weather didn’t cooperate. It started raining, and the skies were overcast with dark clouds. The worst part? The rain started after we had already driven for two hours, so we had to turn back and return to the studio, as per the tour guide's advice.
The third day wasn't exactly the best, but it was definitely memorable. We set out on our journey in a light drizzle, which thankfully eased up by the time we reached the hilltop. After hours of travelling in the dark, the three of us—minus Isabel—decided to make our own fun. It was CY who came up the ideal, and we ended up bringing along a little "magical toy" that wasn't part of the original plan.
On the second night, Isabel and her partner turned in early, leaving the three of us alone in the room. Yes, the three of us shared a room: I was calling Xav, Charmaine was going through her nightly skincare routine, and none of us were really paying attention to CY. To our surprise (and amusement), CY decided to have some solo moment, right there on the bed, and she was not embarrassed by her moans. The awkward part? It was Xav who asked me if I heard someone moaning. At first, I thought he was hinting at something, but then it hit me—it was CY!
After ending the call, I turned to see Charmaine lying beside CY, holding a pink stick that resembled a dildo. At first glance, I knew it wasn’t CY’s because she’s not a fan of pink. It was Charmaine’s—and it even had a little rabbit figure on it! CY and Charmaine were cracking up over how it vibrated, and I couldn’t help but join in on the conversation. It was cute, in a weird way, and honestly, I never expected Charmaine to be into something like that.
In a completely random turn of events, CY suggested we should all wear our own dildo the next day. I didn’t object, cause the trip to the hilltop had been pretty dull, and, as fate would have it, I had brought my own “Thor” along too. And that’s how we ended up having a little bit of fun during the trip.
The next morning was... well, let's just say, eventful. First off, Isabel asked why we all looked so exhausted, and we quickly made up a story about having a late night. But she saw right through us. The truth was, the three of us had spent the night indulging in some solo fun, which ended up, getting only about an hour of sleep after having orgasms two or three times.
The second memorable moment came when Isabel had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction—twice, actually. Her gown got stepped on by her soon-to-be husband, causing her breasts to accidentally pop out on both occasions. To make things even more awkward, the photographer, his assistant, and the makeup artist were all standing right in front of her when it happened. Luckily for her, she was wearing nipple covers, so it wasn't a total disaster.
Despite these little hiccups, the photoshoot wrapped up quickly, thanks to Isabel's natural grace in front of the camera. After all, she used to be a model. Her partner did a decent job too, but there was something a bit... off about him. He seemed to be getting a hard-on during the shoot, and in some of the photos we snapped on our phones, you could clearly see the bulge. No one dared to mention it at the time.
The third noteworthy event came when we mentioned our little plan to Isabel on our way down. To our surprise, she was not impressed—at all. In fact, she admitted she had suspected it from the start, noticing our flushed cheeks before we even got out of the car. I guess it’s nearly impossible to keep secrets from someone as sharp and experienced as she is.
But the final revelation was the most shocking of all. Isabel confessed that she had been wearing a wireless vibrator throughout the entire shoot. She claimed that when a woman is aroused, it creates a certain expression that's ideal for photos—something about hormones and a natural allure. The craziest part? Her makeup artist was the one controlling the vibrator the whole time. I was completely speechless.
Just when we thought Isabel couldn’t get any more outrageous, she dropped another bombshell: she had made her partner wear a chastity cage, which explained the noticeable bulge. Her explanation was absurd—she said she wanted to remember this little detail every time she looked at the photos.
Let me tell you what happened just two days ago during Isabel's pre-wedding shoot (PWS). So, here’s the story: three of us—CY, Charmaine, and I—along with the couple, travelled to Bali for the shoot. Now, I know that typically, a PWS just involves the couple, but Isabel specifically requested that we come along to help her out. It was a bit of a last-minute thing—she asked us only a week before the trip. At first, I was hesitant because of how spontaneous it was, and it wasn’t easy to get time off work. But surprisingly, when I told my boss I had a family issue that needed attention overseas, she granted me leave immediately (I’m still shocked by that!).
To sweeten the deal, Isabel covered all the expenses for the trip. She paid for the hotel rooms, the spa sessions, and even all our meals and travel costs.
But there was a downside—we woke up at 1 Am every day for three days straight because Isabel wanted those perfect sunrise shots. This meant driving in the dark for two to three hours before reaching the shoot locations.
Why did it take three days, you ask? Well, Isabel had the worst luck. On the first day, the photographer tripped over a rock and sustained a pretty nasty cut on his left hand. It was so bad that we had to use up five packs of tissues to stop the bleeding and I had to drive the car down. The company had to reschedule the shoot for the next day.
The second day was slightly better—no injuries, but the weather didn’t cooperate. It started raining, and the skies were overcast with dark clouds. The worst part? The rain started after we had already driven for two hours, so we had to turn back and return to the studio, as per the tour guide's advice.
The third day wasn't exactly the best, but it was definitely memorable. We set out on our journey in a light drizzle, which thankfully eased up by the time we reached the hilltop. After hours of travelling in the dark, the three of us—minus Isabel—decided to make our own fun. It was CY who came up the ideal, and we ended up bringing along a little "magical toy" that wasn't part of the original plan.
On the second night, Isabel and her partner turned in early, leaving the three of us alone in the room. Yes, the three of us shared a room: I was calling Xav, Charmaine was going through her nightly skincare routine, and none of us were really paying attention to CY. To our surprise (and amusement), CY decided to have some solo moment, right there on the bed, and she was not embarrassed by her moans. The awkward part? It was Xav who asked me if I heard someone moaning. At first, I thought he was hinting at something, but then it hit me—it was CY!
After ending the call, I turned to see Charmaine lying beside CY, holding a pink stick that resembled a dildo. At first glance, I knew it wasn’t CY’s because she’s not a fan of pink. It was Charmaine’s—and it even had a little rabbit figure on it! CY and Charmaine were cracking up over how it vibrated, and I couldn’t help but join in on the conversation. It was cute, in a weird way, and honestly, I never expected Charmaine to be into something like that.
In a completely random turn of events, CY suggested we should all wear our own dildo the next day. I didn’t object, cause the trip to the hilltop had been pretty dull, and, as fate would have it, I had brought my own “Thor” along too. And that’s how we ended up having a little bit of fun during the trip.
The next morning was... well, let's just say, eventful. First off, Isabel asked why we all looked so exhausted, and we quickly made up a story about having a late night. But she saw right through us. The truth was, the three of us had spent the night indulging in some solo fun, which ended up, getting only about an hour of sleep after having orgasms two or three times.
The second memorable moment came when Isabel had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction—twice, actually. Her gown got stepped on by her soon-to-be husband, causing her breasts to accidentally pop out on both occasions. To make things even more awkward, the photographer, his assistant, and the makeup artist were all standing right in front of her when it happened. Luckily for her, she was wearing nipple covers, so it wasn't a total disaster.
Despite these little hiccups, the photoshoot wrapped up quickly, thanks to Isabel's natural grace in front of the camera. After all, she used to be a model. Her partner did a decent job too, but there was something a bit... off about him. He seemed to be getting a hard-on during the shoot, and in some of the photos we snapped on our phones, you could clearly see the bulge. No one dared to mention it at the time.
The third noteworthy event came when we mentioned our little plan to Isabel on our way down. To our surprise, she was not impressed—at all. In fact, she admitted she had suspected it from the start, noticing our flushed cheeks before we even got out of the car. I guess it’s nearly impossible to keep secrets from someone as sharp and experienced as she is.
But the final revelation was the most shocking of all. Isabel confessed that she had been wearing a wireless vibrator throughout the entire shoot. She claimed that when a woman is aroused, it creates a certain expression that's ideal for photos—something about hormones and a natural allure. The craziest part? Her makeup artist was the one controlling the vibrator the whole time. I was completely speechless.
Just when we thought Isabel couldn’t get any more outrageous, she dropped another bombshell: she had made her partner wear a chastity cage, which explained the noticeable bulge. Her explanation was absurd—she said she wanted to remember this little detail every time she looked at the photos.
The rest of the day went smoothly. We managed to visit a few places and took some lovely photos. However, I was unable to get over the fact that Isabel was wearing a vibrator while having her PWS. She spent so much but... Hmmm, don't get it.
We wrapped up the day after 7pm, as the photographer suggested we wait for the sunset—and he was right! It was a great recommendation. He even volunteered to take photos of the three of us, and he did it for free.
Ps : Hey guys, we're planning a bachelorette party for Isabel next month. Send me your ideas!
We wrapped up the day after 7pm, as the photographer suggested we wait for the sunset—and he was right! It was a great recommendation. He even volunteered to take photos of the three of us, and he did it for free.
Ps : Hey guys, we're planning a bachelorette party for Isabel next month. Send me your ideas!
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