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.
Saturday, 10 May 2025
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!
Thursday, 13 March 2025
Blue Blue
Yesterday, I experienced a mix of annoyance and amusement with Xav but he got blueballs because of me, which balanced out my feeling.
So, this few days, I was feeling under the weather with flu, and Xav kindly accompanied me. He requested to work from home, which his boss graciously allowed, but he had to attend a 1:30 pm meeting daily with the overseas team. While I was resting in his room, he was doing his work and preparation for the call. I can't remember how or why, but Xav decided to touched my thigh randomly.
If you know me well, you'd know that such a touch would typically arouse me, and I would be tempted to engage in some naughty behavior. However, Xav decided to do that right before his important meeting call.
As a result, I was aroused and wanted to touch him, but was rejected as he started the call and told me to rest first. I was feeling quite annoyed and rejected. Maybe it was the flu, but I got so annoyed that I decided to revenge him. I tried a few times to touch him, but his hands were always faster than mine to block it.
This makes me more annoyed that I pulled up my tee and showed him my bare tits (I was behind the screen), but he acted like he didn't see anything.
I was fuming with anger. How dare he act like he didn't see anything? I mean, I had just bared my soul, my body, to him, and he just brushed it off like it was nothing. I could feel the heat rising in my chest,ushed with embarrassment and frustration.
I knew I had to make him see what he had missed. I reached my tee and shorts, and with a swift, removed all my clothing. The air felt cool against my skin, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation.
You guys should have seen his face; it was behold. His eyes widened in shock, as he tried to process what was happening. Luckily, it wasn't his turn to speak, or else he might have stumbled over his words.
He tried to ask me to wear back my clothes via texts, but the more he wanted, the more I should not follow. I took my time, posing in different positions, showing him my bare firm ass, how I licked my own tits and played with them, teasing him with every movement.
Guess what, it worked so effectively. The bulge in his shorts told the whole story. He was hard as a rock, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
He was struggling to maintain his composure, but I wanted to push him even further, to make him lose control completely.
I lowered myself, and crawled under the table. As I touched his leg, he was actually trying to avoid but how far can he can.
His body jerked in surprise as I suddenly grabbed his erect penis through his shorts, causing him to gasp loudly. He stared at me but there was nothing much he can do.
I then proceed to insert my hand into the side of his shorts (he was wearing a boxer with a polo shirt), and firmly grasp his penis. It was erect and warm. I could even feel the pulsating on his erect member.
He was indeed thinking of something naughty (usually, he can resist me). As I gently squeeze, he lets out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as I increase my pace. I could feel the heat, and I know that he has lost control. I continue to stroke him, feeling the smooth, hard length of him . I know he was trying so hard to maintain himself but who could!
To intensify the situation, I deliberately tightened my grasp on him, increasing my speed with each passing moment. He made a feeble attempt to withdraw, but it was futile. The entire meeting would have witnessed his exposed state in his boxers with a noticeable bulge if he did that.
So, this few days, I was feeling under the weather with flu, and Xav kindly accompanied me. He requested to work from home, which his boss graciously allowed, but he had to attend a 1:30 pm meeting daily with the overseas team. While I was resting in his room, he was doing his work and preparation for the call. I can't remember how or why, but Xav decided to touched my thigh randomly.
If you know me well, you'd know that such a touch would typically arouse me, and I would be tempted to engage in some naughty behavior. However, Xav decided to do that right before his important meeting call.
As a result, I was aroused and wanted to touch him, but was rejected as he started the call and told me to rest first. I was feeling quite annoyed and rejected. Maybe it was the flu, but I got so annoyed that I decided to revenge him. I tried a few times to touch him, but his hands were always faster than mine to block it.
This makes me more annoyed that I pulled up my tee and showed him my bare tits (I was behind the screen), but he acted like he didn't see anything.
I was fuming with anger. How dare he act like he didn't see anything? I mean, I had just bared my soul, my body, to him, and he just brushed it off like it was nothing. I could feel the heat rising in my chest,ushed with embarrassment and frustration.
I knew I had to make him see what he had missed. I reached my tee and shorts, and with a swift, removed all my clothing. The air felt cool against my skin, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation.
You guys should have seen his face; it was behold. His eyes widened in shock, as he tried to process what was happening. Luckily, it wasn't his turn to speak, or else he might have stumbled over his words.
He tried to ask me to wear back my clothes via texts, but the more he wanted, the more I should not follow. I took my time, posing in different positions, showing him my bare firm ass, how I licked my own tits and played with them, teasing him with every movement.
Guess what, it worked so effectively. The bulge in his shorts told the whole story. He was hard as a rock, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
He was struggling to maintain his composure, but I wanted to push him even further, to make him lose control completely.
I lowered myself, and crawled under the table. As I touched his leg, he was actually trying to avoid but how far can he can.
His body jerked in surprise as I suddenly grabbed his erect penis through his shorts, causing him to gasp loudly. He stared at me but there was nothing much he can do.
I then proceed to insert my hand into the side of his shorts (he was wearing a boxer with a polo shirt), and firmly grasp his penis. It was erect and warm. I could even feel the pulsating on his erect member.
He was indeed thinking of something naughty (usually, he can resist me). As I gently squeeze, he lets out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as I increase my pace. I could feel the heat, and I know that he has lost control. I continue to stroke him, feeling the smooth, hard length of him . I know he was trying so hard to maintain himself but who could!
To intensify the situation, I deliberately tightened my grasp on him, increasing my speed with each passing moment. He made a feeble attempt to withdraw, but it was futile. The entire meeting would have witnessed his exposed state in his boxers with a noticeable bulge if he did that.
Eventually, he yielded to his cravings, but that was not the primary objective of my revenge. I continued to stroke him, tormenting his testicles and waiting for the precise moment when his balls contracted. At that point, I abruptly released my grip, leaving him with an agonizing case of blue balls. The transformation in his expression was priceless, swinging between pleasure and disappointment. He attempted to persuade me to continue, but I refused, instead slipping back into my attire and retreating to the living room. As I indulged in my own P time on my phone, he emerged and dragged me back into the room. We then engaged in a playful skirmish before attending to his unresolved blue balls.
Sunday, 9 February 2025
NSRCC
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.
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.
Saturday, 8 February 2025
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.
Saturday, 11 January 2025
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?
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?
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