Sensitive

Is it true that guys are ridiculously sensitive to a touch on their thighs? I found out just now, and honestly, I wasn’t planning to tease him or anything, it was just a total accident.

Xav and I were sitting on the couch, just watching TV, nothing naughty in mind. His mom was around, so I wasn’t even thinking about doing anything flirty. I reached for my water bottle, and somehow my hand brushed his thigh, really close to… well, you know, in that area. It only lasted two seconds, and I barely even thought about it at the moment.

But wow, his body reacted instantly. It was that immediate, caught-off-guard kind of response, the kind that makes you realize even tiny, innocent touches can have a big effect. I felt a little thrill run through me, partly from surprise, partly from the unexpected reaction.

Ends up, after 2 more commercial break, I realized that the brief accidental touch had left him unusually flustered. He will on and off nudge me, and before I knew it, we ended up heading back to his room to relieve his pain.

So guys, let me know, does this really happen to you too, or was it just a fluke?

After Wedding

I went to a colleague’s wedding last evening, the kind of elegant celebration where everyone’s dressed to impress. I chose a black padded maxi dress, long and flowing, yet fitted enough to show off my curves. For this night, I went braless, letting the dress provide just enough support, and kept a thong on for minimal coverage.

The deep neckline revealed just enough cleavage, adding a subtle touch of daring while still looking classy. Some of you guys do notice, even when I went braless or wore padded clothing, I would usually wear nipple stickers, especially for big events like this, to stay comfortable and avoid accidental attention, but that night, I decided to skip them, wanting to feel bold, daring, and just a little mischievous.

The wedding itself was beautiful. The venue was softly lit, tables adorned with flowers, music floating through the air. I mingled and laughed, catching up with ex-colleagues I hadn’t seen in months. Most of my coworkers were there, including my bosses, so I kept my composure, elegant and poised, but under the surface, I was buzzing with a private thrill, the knowledge that I was braless under my dress, that every sway of the fabric hugged me just so, daring and free.

At one point, two of my close female colleagues leaned in and teased me about my cleavage, whispering playful comments and nudging me with sly smiles. I laughed, pretending to be modest, but inside I was thrilled, the attention only added to the mischievous energy I was carrying all night.

The ceremony went smoothly, the speeches were heartfelt, and the dancing was fun. I kept things classy, interacting with everyone normally, all while secretly enjoying the bold, daring freedom of my outfit. The gentle sway of the fabric and the hint of cleavage made me feel flirty, mischievous, and alive

By the end of the night, as the festivities wound down, I decided to head home when the rest decided to go for round two. Xav had gone to Shanghai for a meeting, and part of me missed his presence but also enjoying the freedom, which added a twinge of daring to my mood. I booked a Grab, sliding into the back seat with a playful sense of mischief.

Sliding into the back seat of the Grab, I could already feel the slight arousal from the evening, thanks to the teasing from my colleagues, the wine and the daring freedom of being braless under my black maxi dress. The driver was focused on the road, polite and professional, completely unaware of the little game I was about to play.

I purposely chose the middle seat, even though I was wearing a long dress, giving me full freedom to move and tease. I leaned forward slightly, under the pretense of wanting to feel the cool air from the air-conditioning, letting the top of my dress shift and sway teasingly across my chest. Every motion was deliberate, a playful invitation hidden in plain sight, daring the driver to notice without being obvious.

Tilting my head and brushing my hair over one shoulder, I let the dress cling and move with every subtle shift. Every tilt of my shoulder, every casual adjustment of my posture, was part of the secret thrill, a bold, mischievous game in an otherwise ordinary moment. The quiet hum of the engine and the glow of streetlights outside made the tension between us electric and charged.

I let out a soft, exaggerated sigh, leaning forward just a little more, as if trying to get the cool air to hit me fully, letting the fabric of my dress sway and brush against me in the most tantalizing way. The thrill of teasing someone without them fully realizing it, of being daring and playful in public, made my pulse race.

Sadly, the driver didn’t look at me once, his eyes firmly on the road, continuing to drive as if nothing unusual was happening. That only made the game more deliciously frustrating and thrilling. The audacity of my movements, the teasing sway of my dress, all unnoticed by him, yet fueling my own mischievous excitement.

Trust me, I stayed in that position for a good 3 to 5 minutes, just enjoying the sway of the fabric and the tease, while the driver remained completely focused on the road, oblivious to my little game.

By the time we were almost home, I decided to take my little game one step further. I slid over slightly in the seat, letting the long fabric of my black maxi dress drape naturally, giving me just enough space to move. My pulse quickened, the thrill of doing something so daring in public made my heart race.

With careful, subtle motions, I slipped my hand beneath the dress, found the string of my thong, and eased it down. It was such a mischievous, playful move, a naughty secret that no one else would ever know. The rush of excitement, bold and teasing, sent shivers through me.

The driver never glanced my way, focused entirely on the road. That obliviousness only made the moment more intoxicating, the thrill of my daring little secret pulsing through me. I leaned back slowly, letting the dress settle over me, savoring the sway of the fabric and the mischievous energy I’d built.

Before I alighted, I tucked my thong neatly into the side pocket of the door, a tiny, playful memento of my daring little game. I couldn’t help but grin, imagining him finding my “little present” after his shift, completely unaware of the bold mischief that had just taken place.

One link to another

Guys, I think Xav is getting bolder by the day.

Last week, on a weekday evening, I went jogging with Xav at Labrador Park. I wasn’t expecting anything naughty, especially since I’d just finished my period. But out of nowhere, Xav grabbed my butt and asked for a quickie. Despite the surprise, I could feel his excitement growing under his shorts. Two days without sex had clearly made him eager.

As we headed down the stairs, the idea of a quickie outdoors gave me a thrill. We found a secluded hut, away from the main path, and made sure no one was watching, no CCTV, no passersby. Xav wanted to make a hole in my black Nike leggings instead of pulling them down. I hesitated at first, worried about ruining my only pair, but his expert fingers and the promise of a new Lululemon pair convinced me.

As he carefully tearing up a hole, my arousal built up. The anticipation was intoxicating and thanks to the way he tried to tear my legging, I was stimulated by the touching. 

Once the hole was big enough, Xav didn’t waste time, he pushed through immediately. The sudden sensation made me moan, feeling my wetness seep through the fabric. 

As he thrust repeatedly, it didn’t take long for him to climax. I could feel him swelling inside me, and within second, he pulled out and his release spilled onto my thigh, leaving a sticky mess. To my frustration, he even wiped himself on my leggings afterward.

Once he was done, Xav worked his magic with his fingers, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. His fingers were gentle at first, slowly sliding inside me, exploring every inch with a tender, deliberate touch. I could feel each stroke stirring a deep heat that spread from my core out to every nerve ending. His fingertips traced my inner walls, circling spots that made my breath hitch and my pulse race.

The sensation was unlike any other, a delicious tension building with every flick and press of his skilled fingers. My body responded instinctively, squeezing around him, desperate for more. I felt my wetness increase, pooling warmly and slickly, mixing with the cool air outside.

The pressure built and built until finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a shuddering gasp, my legs gave way beneath me, and waves of pleasure crashed through my body. It was overwhelming, an intense, shattering release that left me trembling. The thrill of being so exposed in the open air, combined with Xav’s expert touch, made it one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had outdoors.

While we were tidying up, Xav suggested trying it again in an open park, right under the moonlight. My first instinct was to scold him, but secretly, I loved the idea.

Over the following weeks, we searched for the perfect secluded spot for our moonlit adventures. We considered places like the Botanic Gardens and Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve, but both felt too exposed, too risky with potential visitors or wildlife.

Eventually, nostalgia brought us back to a familiar yet unexpected place, a quiet patch of grass where years ago, I’d lost my thong during a wild moment (if you’ve read my post, you’ll know which spot). Returning there felt poetic, like reclaiming a piece of the past while making a new memory.

So yesterday, we went for it.

As we approached the secluded area, my heart raced with anticipation, and a bit of fear. It’d been a while since I’d visited, and I wasn’t sure if anyone would be around at night. The thrill of doing something naughty in a semi-public place was exhilarating.

We parked nearby and walked toward the grass patch’s center. The moon wasn’t at the top yet, and the nearest streetlamp was distant enough to keep us in shadow.

After scanning for any humans or factories, Xav spread out a mat. As soon as we settled, he didn’t hesitate, his hands roamed my tit, slipping under my black spaghetti top (no bra underneath), while our lips met in heated kisses. His touch sent electric jolts through me, and I could feel my nipples was more harden under his fingers.

He stripped me slowly, each movement unhurried, as though savoring the moment. My top slid over my head, his knuckles brushing against my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Then came the bottoms, peeled down inch by inch until they slipped free, leaving me in nothing but the thin black thong ( I specially wore a Micro thong )

His fingertips followed the edge of the thin fabric, lingering where I was already throbbing, circling and teasing until my arousal seeped through the material. Gently, he slid the thin strip of my G-string to the side and shifted closer, kneeling beside me. His fingers drifted over my folds, moving in soft, deliberate circles that made my whole body tremble with anticipation. Then he gently slid one finger inside me, slow and deliberate, as if learning every curve and contour. The sensation was electric, the cool air mixing with the warmth inside, every movement deepening the delicious tension building between us.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud as he expertly curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot that made my knees weak and my breath catch ( I was still kneeing).  His touch was patient, teasing me mercilessly, making me ache for more.

Just as I was on the edge of a shuddering orgasm, he removed his finger and pressed himself against me, his erection warm and heavy through his swimming trunk ( Yes, I forced him to wear it ). 

He then positioned me into doggy-style before pulling out his dick and slid inside me. The cold night air contrasted with his heat, making every thrust feel intense and unforgettable. I could feel myself stretching around him, every movement awakening new waves of sensation.

As Xav thrust into me, the cold night air contrasting with the heat of his body made every movement feel electric. His rhythm was strong but impatient and I know he wasn’t going to last long. I could feel the tension building inside him, each deep thrust pushing him closer to the edge.

Suddenly, he pulled out and without warning, came right there. His warm cum splattering across my ass. The sensation was both shocking and intensely erotic. I wasn't really prepare for him to be that fast. The sticky warmth contrasting with the cool air on my skin.

As I were cleaning his cum with a tissue, Xav guided me to stand( I thought he was going to help me wipe) and his hands were everywhere again before removing my G-string totally, exposing me fully to the night and to him. At that moment, I was afraid as I was totally exposed but he did not give me a chance to rest. He slid two fingers inside me, slow at first, tracing gentle circles that made my breath hitch. Then, he began to move them with increasing urgency, curling them expertly to hit every sensitive spot.

The combination of the cool night breeze on my exposed skin, the full exposure and the warm, wet pressure of his fingers inside me sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I felt my muscles tighten around him instinctively, desperate for more, while his thumb rubbed softly against my clit, sending sharp jolts of sensation that made me squirm.

His touch was teasing and relentless, fingers shifting rhythm like knowing exactly what would break me. My breaths came faster and more ragged, and I could feel my hips begin to buck involuntarily as I built toward the edge.

Just as the tension became unbearable, his tongue joined in, hitting that perfect spot again, and with a shuddering cry, I came hard. My whole body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My legs went weak, and I sank slightly into him, trembling but utterly satisfied.

Xav smiled and started to kiss on my neck softly, while his fingers still gently stroking my sensitive spots as I caught my breath.

After my orgasm, Xav’s fingers slowed, then gently withdrew, leaving me trembling and breathless. We stayed there for a good half hour, more or less, just lying close together on the mat under the night sky. I was still in nothing. My skin still tingling from everything that had just happened. The cool air brushed against my heated flesh, making me shiver in that delicious way, the contrast sending sparks through me.

I was way too wet to even think of wearing back my shorts, and Xav, with a knowing smile, told me it was fine to just walk back to the car like that, no shorts, but just my top and G-string. It was a little scary but incredibly exhilarating. I managed to put back my top before leaving the area. Every step felt bold, the night air cooling my flushed skin, and the soft whisper of fabric against my bare legs reminding me of how exposed I was.

As we got into the car and started driving, the night quiet around us, I noticed a few groups of people hanging out along the roadside, some smoking, some chatting casually. Their silhouettes lit by distant streetlights.

Suddenly, a wave of nervous excitement washed over me. Had they heard my moans? or seen any hint of what we’d just done? The thought sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

Xav caught my eye with a mischievous grin, squeezing my hand gently. “If they did,” he whispered, “well, that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, heart still pounding from the night’s adventure. The risk, the rawness, it all made the experience unforgettable.

And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.