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This year, my birthday took a completely unexpected turn. What I thought would be a simple staycation with Xav ended up being a surprise chalet party—one that he had secretly planned with my family, his family, and our closest friends. Looking back, I should have been more suspicious, but he really played his cards well.

It all started when the girls celebrated with me a week earlier. They insisted on doing it in advance, claiming that Xav had warned them not to book me on my actual birthday. At that time, I didn’t think much of it. So when Xav told me he had booked a staycation just for the two of us, I completely believed him.

On Saturday morning, he showed up at my house bright and early, even helping me pack my clothes. That was when I started questioning things—why was he so insistent on packing for me? But when I raised my concerns, he brushed them off, saying it was all part of making my birthday special. I let it slide.

We left around noon, grabbed lunch, and then checked in. The chalet was a spacious two-story unit, and when I saw it was just the two of us, my suspicion grew. But every time I tried to question him, he dodged with the most ridiculous excuses.

The real surprise happened after we took a walk at a nearby park, which led to a beach. When we returned to the chalet, I walked into something I wasn’t supposed to see yet—my parents, his parents, and the girls in the middle of setting up for the party. The look of shock on their faces was priceless. Apparently, they had texted Xav to stall for more time, but the guy didn’t even check his phone. So instead of walking into a fully set-up surprise party, I walked in mid-prep, completely ruining their timing. It was hilarious.

The evening was filled with barbecuing, cake-cutting, and laughter. After a while, my parents and Xav’s parents left, along with Isabel, who had a flight to catch. That left just me, my brother and sister-in-law, the twins, CY, and Xav.

The real fun began late at night. We spent hours playing mahjong and drinking—though by 3 AM, exhaustion hit, and we all decided to call it a day. Since there were only two bathrooms in the chalet, we had to take turns showering. The upper-floor bathroom was slightly bigger, so the twins and CY just decided to shower together. As for me? I had always had a weird fear of using chalet toilets alone. Even when I needed to pee, I made CY stand outside for moral support. So naturally, when it was finally my turn, I dragged Xav in with me. It wasn’t even about anything scandalous—I just genuinely hated using unfamiliar toilets alone.

By the time everyone was done and actually in bed, it was already 4:30 AM. Poor Xav ended up sleeping on the living room sofa while my brother and his wife took one room, and the girls and I shared the second.

If the first night was chaotic, the morning after was even worse. Most of us woke up with splitting headaches, even Xav, who didn’t drink much. My brother and sister-in-law tapped out early, heading home right after breakfast.

The rest of us spent the whole afternoon in a lazy daze—either napping like Xav (who slept like a log) or playing yet another round of mahjong. It wasn’t until 6 PM that things started to pick up again when our BBQ food arrived.

Since we had been lounging in the chalet all day, most of us were still in comfy tees and shorts. I was in my only FBT shorts (which I had actually brought as sleepwear) paired with Xav’s oversized dry-fit tee. But as I was helping with the barbecue, I realized I didn’t want to get oil stains on my only pair of shorts. So, without thinking too much, I just took them off and continued on in just the oversized tee.

Now, let me clarify, this was not some scandalous moment. The tee was huge, more than enough to cover everything. In fact, CY even reassured me, saying it looked just like a normal oversized T-shirt dress. Trusting CY, I confidently walked over to the BBQ pit in my new ‘outfit.’

At first, Xav didn’t notice. But after a while, he started looking at me suspiciously. I could literally see the gears turning in his head. To confirm his suspicions, he sneakily reached out and touched my butt, only to realize I wasn’t wearing any shorts. That earned him a chance to scold me, while CY and the twins burst out laughing. They found it especially funny because I’m usually the one lecturing them about dressing too skimpily. The tables had truly turned.

Xav, being Xav, kept insisting I put on some shorts, but after a long back-and-forth argument (which turned into a group debate), he ultimately gave up. The rest of us declared it was completely fine, and he was outnumbered.

We continued barbecuing, making the most of the last burning embers of charcoal. Just as the flames began to die down, we got lucky—we had saved our marshmallows for last. Roasting them over the final glowing coals, we laughed as some turned out perfectly golden while others ended up completely charred. There was something oddly satisfying about ending the night on a sweet note, quite literally.

By the time we finished clearing up the BBQ area and making sure everything was properly put away, it was already close to 1 AM. Exhaustion was kicking in, but none of us were in a rush to sleep just yet. We slowly made our way back into the living room, flopping onto the sofas and floor, basking in that post-BBQ satisfaction.

One by one, everyone started taking turns showering. CY went first, using the lower-level bathroom, while the twins headed upstairs to the slightly bigger one. Meanwhile, Xav and I sat in the living room,
waiting for our turn.

As we stood in line, waiting for our turn to use the bathroom, a mischievous idea sparked in my mind. I lifted my foot and rested it on his thigh, deliberately pressing down just enough to get his attention. His gaze flickered to me, curious yet knowing. Keeping my expression neutral, I casually rolled up the hem of my tee, exposing the delicate strip of my yellow thong.

Trust me, Xav was well-trained. The moment his eyes landed on that glimpse of lace, his fingers instinctively found their way to my bare skin. He started with featherlight caresses along my thigh, his fingertips sending ripples of heat through me as they trailed higher, inch by inch, toward my most sensitive spot. The thrill of being so exposed, the reckless audacity of it all, sent a rush of excitement straight to my core. We weren’t alone, yet that only added to the intoxicating buzz thrumming between us.

My breath hitched as he skimmed over my mound, his touch teasing, torturous. Every time his fingers glided up, grazing my clit in just the right way, I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping. My body responded instantly, warmth pooling between my legs, soaking through the thin fabric of my thong. And it wasn’t just me, Xav was getting harder by the second. I could feel the tension radiating from him, his restraint hanging by a thread.

His movements grew bolder, lingering just a little longer, pressing just a little firmer. My pulse pounded in my ears, my skin tingling with anticipation. Every stolen touch, every brush of his fingers, sent another wave of arousal crashing over me. The idea that at any moment, one of my girls could glance over and catch us only heightened the intensity.

Then, the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed toward us. Reality snapped back into focus. I straightened quickly, smoothing down my tee as if nothing had happened. But the evidence of our little game remained, my thong was soaked. The wetness darkening the fabric where it clung to my aching core. I glanced at Xav, and the smirk on his lips told me he wasn’t done with me yet.

Minutes stretched into what felt like eternity until we finally got our chance to slip away. The moment the bathroom door clicked shut behind us, Xav turned on the shower, and pressed me against the wall, his body flush against mine, his lips searing hot against my neck and his fingers slipping beneath my waistband, confirming what he already knew.

I barely had time to breathe before he spun me around, bent me over the sink, and pushed my thong aside. The thrill of doing it with CY outside, the risk of getting caught, only made it more exhilarating. He took me right there, deep, slow at first, then rougher, needier, as we both struggled to stay quiet. My hands gripped the cold porcelain, teeth sinking into my lip to suppress the moans threatening to spill.
We were lost in the moment, drowning in pleasure, until a firm rap on the door. Then Cy’s voice, asking how long do we need.

My entire body tensed. Xav froze for a split second before pulling out with a muffled chuckle. I scrambled to wear my clothes, my cheeks burning as I shot him a wide-eyed look. He just grinned, completely unfazed, as if we hadn’t just been caught red-handed.

Later that night, when we finally had a moment alone in the room, Xav wasted no time. He pinned me to the bed, his hands roamed my body with a possessiveness that made me wet in no time. This time, we had to be even quieter as the walls were thin, and any sound would give us away ( although I know they won't mind)

As his movements grew more forceful, my body trembled on the edge, desperate to cry out, to release the pleasure building inside me. But before I could let out a single sound, he silenced me in the most wicked way, grabbing my soaked thong and slipping it between my parted lips, muffling the moans that threatened to escape. My senses spiraled as he thrust into me, each stroke deep and deliberate, making my body arch beneath him.

But just as I neared the peak of ecstasy, he faltered. His breath hitched, his grip tightened, and with just five hard, urgent thrusts, he came. I was left teetering on the brink, aching for more, my pulse hammering in frustration.

Yet, before disappointment could settle in, he proved why he was worthy of being my man, whether as my boyfriend now or my future husband. Without hesitation, he slid down my body, his fingers slipping between my slick folds, teasing, circling, pressing exactly where I needed him most. My body responded instantly, hips rolling into his touch, pleasure surging like an unstoppable wave.

And as his fingers worked me with an unrelenting rhythm, I couldn't hold back. My release crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing under his expert touch, pleasure unraveling in shuddering waves that left me breathless, trembling, and utterly spent.

CNY 25

 

Gong Xi Fa Cai

I know I’m a little late in sending my well wishes this time but this year has been quite a whirlwind. Chaos struck early when my grandma was hospitalized on the second day of the festivities. She had a fall while getting out of the car, and just like that, our family’s house-visiting plans turned into hospital-visiting instead. Thankfully, she’s doing much better now, though she’s in a leg cast for the time being. It was definitely an unexpected turn of events, but we were just grateful that it wasn’t anything more serious.

Despite the rocky start, I still put in the effort for our outfits this year, and I’m so glad I did! Xav and I went all in on a matching couple fit, which honestly turned out to be one of my best decisions. I wore the Blue Batik Charms Dania Padded Column Midi Dress from Dear Lyla, while Xav had on the Jayden Collar Shirt V2 (Blue Batik Charms) to match. I won’t lie, the price was a little painful, but the moment I saw the pattern, I was completely sold. The intricate batik print was just stunning, and the quality made it worth every cent. As for Xav? Well, he didn’t really have a say in it. He’s the kind of guy who would wear nothing but Uniqlo if I didn’t step in and pick out outfits for him, so this was entirely my decision.

For the second day, I switched things up and went with the Ashley Wrap Top (Royal Peranakan) paired with the Bree High Waist Shorts V2 (Oat), also from Dear Lyla, of course. Since I was already shopping there, I figured I might as well grab everything in one go instead of running around looking for different pieces. Xav wore the Dan Mandarin Collar Shirt (Royal Peranakan) with a simple pair of shorts, keeping things fuss-free as usual.

Now, here’s the little fun fact of the day, I decided to go braless and just used nipple stickers. And guess what? Even my mom didn’t notice! Honestly, that was a win in itself. 

Even though this year didn’t go exactly as planned, I’m still grateful that my grandma was well. 

After workout

I wanted to ask you all a question. After playing sports or working out, do you usually change out of your workout clothes, or do you head straight home in them?

Recently, I joined a spin class with a colleague, and it was an absolute blast! The music was pumping, and the instructor was super energetic. She was also really fit and looked amazing. After the session, I definitely felt sore, even though I didn’t push myself as hard as the instructor did.

Personally, after working out, I prefer not to change back into dry clothes. So, my colleague and I just left the studio without changing. To be honest, I was sweating quite a bit during the class, so my sports bra (a blue one) was pretty damp. My leggings weren’t as obvious since they’re black.

But here’s where I got confused—on the way out, I noticed that some passersby were giving me what felt like judgmental looks. I know I’m not just imagining it because my colleague noticed it too.

I’m puzzled by this. It’s not like there’s an official dress code at Suntec. I’ve seen people there in slippers, so what’s the big deal?

Can anyone explain why this might be happening?

Christmas wishes ( 2024)

Merry Merry Christmas..... 

I hope you all had a joyful celebration filled with love, laughter, and delicious food! This year, as promised, I decided to fulfill one of the most requested wishes shared by you. After carefully reviewing and clarifying all the suggestions, we ended up with two tied favorites.

Initially, Xav and I debated over which one to choose, considering both practicality and boundaries. Eventually, I made a bold decision to embrace both wishes. 
The 2 most common wishes was:
1) Use of wired-vibrator for outing.
2) Being naked/semi-naked in public

We set the date on 23rd Dec for the outing as both of us managed to take that week off. Though Xav was up early, busy washing the car and running errands, I struggled with deciding what to wear. After much deliberation, Xav suggested the padded cami maxi dress he had gifted me. It was comfortable, stylish, and perfect for the occasion. I paired it with a Skin-colour G-string, adjusted the wired controller over my left thigh, and was ready to step out.

As we embarked on our journey in the car, I proudly displayed the wired vibrator to Xav and switched it on at its lowest setting. Initially, I felt completely at ease as the device hummed softly at level 1. However, as the miles passed and our speed increased, I gradually cranked up the intensity to level 3, which provided a delightfully stimulating sensation, though it fell short of inducing an orgasm. It took us approximately 20 minutes to reach our destination, and by the time we arrived in town, I was undeniably aroused. My G-string was noticeably damp, attesting to the potent effects of the vibrator.

As we entered the restaurant, I stealthily escalated the intensity to level 5 when we were guided to our table. The sensation was overwhelming, and the nerve-wracking feeling was particularly intense when you're surrounded by others. It took me a moment to regain my composure. It didn't take long for me to request a trip to the restroom. Xav was perplexed when I told him to join me, but soon understood, as I was about to experience my first orgasm.

In the handicap stall, we secured the lock and I eagerly lifted my dress, exposing my scant G-string. Clinging to Xav's arm for support, I delayed my climax as long as I could before finally succumbing to the intense pleasure. Trust me, I put up a valiant effort to prolong the experience. Xav was utterly taken aback by my actions and seemed utterly bewildered as I reached my peak.

The intensity was so great that I lost my strength and found myself squatting down (originally standing). My G-string was completely saturated, and juices were even leaking from the side onto my thigh. Fortunately, I had the foresight to roll up my dress.

After taking a brief break of 5 to 10 minutes, we resumed our journey to the restaurant. As I regained my composure, I was taken aback to notice a woman at the neighboring table fixating on me, her interest piqued by my silent turmoil. I couldn't help but feel that my inability to complete my meal was either a result of the intense stimulation or the alluring presence of the lady. As soon as Xav finished his meal, we promptly departed from the restaurant.

The situation was most unpleasant when we were standing in line for Chagee. The queue seemed endless, and the continuous stimulation from the vibrator led to my second orgasm in the store. Thankfully, Xav was by my side when I was trembling uncontrollably. It was an excruciating experience, as I had to hold back from bending over, and even moaning.
The fact that people around us only made matters worse. I sure if you can envision this, having an orgasm in front of so many people, it wasn't amusing at all. Worst of all, due to the orgasm, it strained on my dress.

I had a suspicion that some individuals might have caught sight of my peculiar behavior, so to evade unwanted attention, we made the decision to depart from the mall promptly. Upon returning to the car, I raised my dress before the towel that Xav had strategically placed on the passenger seat. Initially, I had planned to remove the vibrator, but Xav intervened, urging me to continue before we exited the mall. It was quite astonishing for Xav to propose such an idea ( only when he is horny). As per his request, I activated the vibrator to its mid setting, Speed 5, and reveled in the sensations.

Xav didn't merely observe me, but instead, he skillfully massaged my swollen clit. Believe me, it didn't take long for me to reach another orgasm. This time, it was even more intense. I could feel my hips trembling uncontrollably, and my fluids were gushing out profusely.

As the sensation continued to build, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My body was wracked with spasms, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. The intensity of the experience was overwhelming, and I knew that this was the best orgasm for the day. As the waves of pleasure continued to crash over me, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. My mind was racing with thoughts of how good it felt, and how much I wanted to experience it again. I knew that I would never be able to resist the urge to seek out this kind of pleasure again, and I was more than willing to embrace it fully. As the experience came to an end, I felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over me.

As I was catching my breath and experienced the afterglow of our intense encounter, Xav sped away. At that moment, I was in a state of repose and had no idea about our destination. My dress was still bunched up, exposing my midriff, and my G-string was still fully visible, soaked. Even as we passed through the gantry, I remained in my disheveled and alluring state.

As we arrived at Clarke Quay, I regained consciousness and Xav suggested a highly regarded Italian restaurant known for its delectable tiramisu. Despite not having a reservation, we were still seated outdoors, which turned out to be a fortunate circumstance as it concealed the damp spot on the back of my dress and prevented anyone from discovering that I wasn't wearing any panties (removed as it was so wet). Throughout the meal, with Xav's approval, I occasionally exposed half of my breast, using my hair to shield it from view.

As the meal progressed, I continued to engage in this provocative behavior, feeling a thrill with my hair to reveal more of my breast. Xav's eyes widened with each new glimpse, and I could see the excitement building within him. I wish I could do that below the table, but sadly, my dress doesn't have a slit.

I took a moment to tease him further, playfully running my fingers along the top of my dress, threatening to reveal even more. Xav's breath hitched, and I knew I had him hooked to take things up a notch.

With a sultry smile, I reached for my glass, lifting it to my lips and taking a slow, deliberate sip. As I lowered the glass, I deliberately, exposing the entirety of my right breast. Xav's eyes locked onto it, and I could see the hunger in his gaze despite it was for a short while.

By the time dessert arrived, we were both so aroused that it was all we could do to maintain any semblance of decorum.

Ultimately, after settling the bill and heading back to the car, Xav couldn't hold back any longer. Even though we were in a public parking lot, he boldly revealed my breast and began sucking on it, carelessly disregarding the potential consequences. Although I must admit that I was not entirely displeased, I was more concerned about the possibility of being caught in such a public setting, with lights shining all around us. I was able to intervene and convince him to drive away before we attracted unwanted attention

As we drove away from the restaurant, the tension between us was palpable. Xav's bold move in the parking lot had set the tone for the rest of the night.

I could feel Xav's craving on me as he drove, his hand on my thigh, time to time, touching my pubic area. I knew he was super horny and hungry for more, and I couldn't deny the desire that was building inside me. 

Our encounter escalated rapidly, culminating in a frenzied public display of affection that left us both breathless. In summary, I provided Xav with an exhilarating blowjob, which I allowed him to cum in mouth. I also get to experienced my long crave orgasm in public while completely naked, and had sex in his car which we did it openly. 

Loser Xav

Last weekend, Xav and I decided to visit the CPCM for some good gaming fun. Little did I know that this day would take a hilarious turn.

We strolled into CPCM and headed straight to the gaming area. Xav and I were both passionate comparative, and we were always up for a challenge. We picked a two-player game, something we were both familiar with, and the competition began.

As the rounds went by, it became increasingly evident that Xav was having a rough day. His skills were failing him, and victory slipped through his fingers. Frustration was mounting on his face, but he couldn't accept defeat. He insisted on one more round, determined to prove his gaming prowess.

However, this time, he proposed a wager. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his eagerness to redeem himself. With a sly smile, I agreed to the bet, knowing that I had an ace up my sleeve.

To my amusement, Xav's losing streak continued. He was so out of his element, even though I gave him chances. With the bet now in play, I saw an opportunity to add a little twist to the game.

Feeling an urgent need to use the restroom, I excused myself and left Xav at the gaming console. As I pondered how to concoct an amusing punishment for Xav, my eyes landed on my thong which was in between my legs. It was as if fate had handed me the perfect solution. A mischievous grin crept across my face as I removed my thong and deftly concealed it in my pocket.

With my secret plan in motion, I returned to Xav and presented him with the unconventional dare. His shock and reluctance were palpable, but with a bit of psycho and the later benefits, Xav eventually relented and accepted the dare, taking the thong from me and cautiously placing it in his mouth. 

The moment he did, I could barely contain my laughter. The cloth gagged him effectively, leaving him struggling to communicate, and a sense of anticipation hung in the air as we continued our hilarious journey back home, with me relishing the prank I had pulled off. Xav, now unable to speak coherently, looked around with a paranoid expression, worried about his surroundings.

The journey back home was an adventure in itself. Xav struggled to communicate, and every attempt he made to speak was met with muffled sounds and bursts of laughter from me. It was a day filled with unexpected twists, and I couldn't have asked for a more entertaining gaming day. 

Costume party

Last weekend, I attended a costume party hosted by my new section boss. The theme required everyone to wear cartoon or cute costumes, so my colleague and I decided to go as Winnie the Pooh (me) and Piglet.

I did anticipate that it would be hot due to the thick layer of the costumes, so I purposely wore a strap top from Uniqlo with high-waist yoga shorts from Moving Peach, thinking it would be cooler. However, it turned out to be much hotter than I expected. Even in the air-conditioned room, I was sweating profusely.

In a bold move, I stripped down to my thong and pulled up my top, making it like a crop top. The relief was immediate, especially in my lower half. My daring move didn't go unnoticed. My colleague, dressed as Piglet, gave me a wide-eyed look of surprise. She even commented that it was too dangerous.  However, after five minutes of persuading, she finally gave in, due to the fact that her Tee was also soaking wet and her FBT shorts were damped too. Whether it was the intense heat or the excitement of being partially naked, it didn't take much to convince her to strip down to her bra and panty. To be honest, there was no intention to be naughty. It was purely the unbearable heat that drove me to strip down, but I am not sure about her decision. 

After we finished packing away our discarded clothes, we rejoined the others in the living room. The host, our new section boss, was making rounds in her Minnie Mouse costume, a bottle of wine in hand as she toasted with everyone.

As the night progressed, it seemed no one noticed our unconventional attire. Even during the close contact of group photos, we blended in seamlessly with the party’s lively atmosphere. The music was loud, the laughter contagious, and the mood light-hearted.

Even though we were sitting on a $4500 couch, with the top button opened, chatting with other colleagues, no one suspected anything. 

As we left, our boss gave us a warm goodbye, hugging nearly everyone. The party was the hot topic during Monday lunch, and lucky for us, no one mentioned our little wardrobe adjustment.

PS:
Hey everyone,
This Christmas, Xav and I have decided to make one of your common wishes come true! We’re excited to hear all your ideas, so feel free to share any and all wishes you have.

Just a couple of guidelines: please avoid anything that involves personal data or requires advance planning. We can't wait to see what you come up with!
End date : 14th Dec 2024

Weird day

Today was such a strange day. From the moment I woke up, everything felt a bit off. My mom, who usually calls me for breakfast, didn’t wake me up or even check in to see if I wanted anything. That was odd enough, but then I noticed Xav got up later than usual, which is totally unlike him—he’s always up by 8 a.m., without fail.

The weirdness hit a new level when I opened my door, still in my lingerie, and found my brother just sitting alone in the living room. I nearly jumped; I hadn’t expected anyone to be there that early, let alone him. It was one of those awkward moments where all I could think was, Why is today so off?

In the afternoon, my mom came back with dessert for me. We chatted casually until, out of nowhere, she asked me if I was still selling my panties. I froze, totally caught off guard, and had to play it off with a quick lie. Then she asked if I actually made any money from it, her face totally serious. I didn’t know where this was going, but before we finished talking, she casually told me to stop buying thongs. The whole thing left me stunned.

Later in the evening, CY asked me to go out with her, so I tagged along. It turns out she was delivering a bolster she had sold to a buyer. I was like, Wait, what? She had managed to sell this bolster for four or five times what I’d ever made selling my panties, and honestly, I was a little impressed.

Finally, I met up with Xav for dinner, still processing all the weird events. Somehow, our entire conversation ended up being about CY’s bolster sale and my situation with the panties. The whole day just felt bizarre from start to finish.