In my previous posts, I described my first sex and my first orgasm as they are still clearly etched in my memory after all these years. Now I describe what is possibly the happiest year of my life. We were young and without the cares of making a living. Life was timeless. We held hands everywhere we went, even in school. We SMSed each other when we weren't together. We spent some time together almost everyday. We slept overnight at each others house and slept out overnight. We were inseparable. And we had lots of sex.
Our favorite place was my home after school as no one was home. We'd take lunch at the coffee shop downstairs and then we'd often spend the afternoon fucking or snoozing or watching a movie in my bedroom after sex. Sometimes we'd do dinner before he went home. Later we'd spend equal time at his home but his mother was always around, so sex was more uninhibited and unrestrained in my room. My favorite position is to sit astride his body facing him so we could see each other. He could knead my breasts and pinch my nipples while I ground my cunt against his pubis. If I leaned forward, I could grind my clitoris against his pubic hair enough to get an orgasm if I had been stimulated enough with foreplay. The orgasms were more frequent at first but after we got steady, they got fewer and fewer. At first it's was almost every other time, by after a few years, we didn't have sex more than once a week or fortnight, and some busy months maybe once a month only. I only came once every several times after our long standing quarrels and grudges had built up over the years.
He liked to have me suck his cock. I like fellatio too. He didn't think I was very good so I tried to give him what he wanted. I watched how they did it in porn and did some research. I had a glass of hot water and a glass of ice cubes and gave him alternating hot and cold blow jobs. He liked to deep throat me, grabbing my hair and thrusting till the head of his glans penis fitted snugly into the back of my throat so that I had to fight gagging and coughing. I don't like that but I like to turn him on so that makes me try anything he wants. It's like whatever turns him on will turn me on indirectly. I like to excite him sexually. It gives me the feeling of power and control, that I can make a man cum easily and make him breathless. He liked me to look at him with my eyes as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock with my lips lined with red gloss. He liked cumming in my mouth and all over my lips and face. I like that too. I'll usually spit out out the semen or let it drip and drool out of my mouth but if he insists, I'll swallow the fishy horrible tasting goo.
The smell and sight of his cock thrusting in and out of my lips is a tremendous turn on for me. Usually that makes me lusty to have his cock deep inside me. If he penetrates me after a long cock sucking session, my face would be flushed, my lips and cheeks covered with saliva, and my eyes glazed with desire. I would almost always cum if he enters me after that. He would turn me over and fuck me like a bitch and cum deep inside me, or if he was a bit tired, he would lie flat and let me sit on him. The trouble is, he likes to come in my mouth. And all over my face and lips. Then he often rolls over to sleep and is snoring lightly with in a few minutes. I'm left high and dry. I would sometimes masturbate myself to climax, imagining John doing all sorts of things to me.
John didn't like cunnilingus. He said I smelt bad. Sometimes I have a white pasty discharge. He stopped eating me after few months. He wasn't good at fingering my clitoris. My clitoris is very sensitive but no matter how many times I tell him, he's a bit too rough. He was a bit cocky and self centered and I was a bit too submissive to insist on better service. Maybe I felt inadequate or inferior, but this made me try very hard to improve my sexual skills. I think my blowjob skills are quite good because of his constant demands for better service and my continued efforts to improve. I can do it quite energetically without ever nipping the penis with my teeth. He doesn't think I'm the good. By what standard is he to judge? Who is he comparing me with? His ideal fantasy blow job? I think it takes a toothless old granny to give him that.
Sex was most important to me as a source of warmth and closeness. It's paradoxical that while I enjoy sex very much, and the orgasm is such an intense addictive experience for me that I long for it, I didn't mind not having any orgasms as long as John and I were happy together. The cuddling before and after was part of the experience. Having a meal together before or after sex. Just spending time together and chatting. It was like family. Hanging out at the cafe after watching a movie. It was part of the whole experience of having a boy friend and I think it would have been quite satisfying even without sex. Well maybe with lots of hugging and cuddling but without sexual inter course would have been fine for me but my parents never told me that. In fact, I feel that sex clouds the mind and many an unsuitable relationship carried on because of the sex long after the sex has died. Yes, despite my colorful sexual history, I think it's better to date for a while without any sex so as to get to know your partner as he or she can be and so that you don't confuse lust with love. It's almost impossible to differentiate the two sometimes.... I've had love without sex as wells sex without love and between the two if have to choose, I much prefer love without sex although the best is to have both. Actually some of my girlfriends don't agree. They can get their friendship from the other girls and what's the use of a man if he can't get it up for you and satisfy you? A girl wants to feel desired. I agree but having been in both situations, and having had lots of experience, I'll tell my daughter that it's best to choose someone you can have happy times with, then a handsome rake who's good in bed but who is never there for you.
Anyway, sex with John became more and more routine and less of a novelty. The breathless excitement wasn't there anymore. For John, I was conquered territory and he could have sex on demand anytime anyhow so he took me for granted. I didn't mind because we were getting closer. We held hands everywhere we went. We spent whole days alone together. Ate, slept, watched movies together. Our favorite weekend pastime was to have a picnic and sex on a mat on the beach on Saturday night in Sentosa and then afterwards chat and watch the stars and wait for the sunrise before going home.
My family of my mother and brother and me had always seemed a bit small. My father had left with another man while I was still a child and relationships on both my father and my mothers side were almost nonexistent. So it was nice to have an extended family of John's immediate family and even some of his aunts and uncles. It was nice to have the warmth of a big family gathering again. However, I didn't get along very well with Johns's mother. She couldn't help being jealous I was taking her precious son away from her and was very strict with me. Don't forget I started having sex with her son at only age 16 and in our conservative Asian, Chinese, Singaporean society, that didn't put me in a good position as a good potential daughter in law. It was equally important to her that I came from a divorced incomplete family. I wouldn't call my family a broken family as my mum slaved to support us and keep us together. She earned enough to give us a family holiday together once a year, and after we started working, we paid to keep that tradition. Still, mother in law minded, and hence was very strict with me. She wanted something better for John. I had to do the washing up after dinner while her precious son went to the bedroom to relax. When I stayed over, I used to do the laundry as well, but she was very fussy about how I did her laundry and after that, I never did the laundry again for them. She felt that we were too young and that John may grow tired of me so she kept her distance from me.
John is very close to his mother and if I was going to date him, I had to please his mother, like it or not. His sister and his aunts were nice to me though and that helped a lot. As I grew older, I wanted more independence and it irritated me that even ten years later, John still had to consult his mother over every little thing, been things that affected us alone. When you marry an only son, you often have to marry his mother as well.
Because we were the same age, and because johns mother did everything for him, I was sort of tasked to take over his mothering. I organized our days and our outings. I booked the hotels and the bus or air tickets. I got to do things my way partly because I thought he would be last minute, careless and screw up if I left him to handle it alone. I waited for him to grow up but he was just too slow.
My first year was great but in that I first year, I also discovered all the problems that would eventually lead to our breakup.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
My first orgasm with my boyfriend. Part 2
John is tall, 1.78? And much taller than my 1.58. So he could carry my weight for a long time. He supported me by carrying my buttocks, the weight split my cunt apart and opened me up. I helped by wrapping my legs around his waist and holding on to his neck. In that position, with me looking up into his eyes, and him looking down at me with his handsome face and kind sleepy eyes, I fell in love with him forever as I came a second time, never taking my eyes off him for a second, even as I was being pumped up and down the length of his cock, relishing the closeness with him, and the waves of pleasure that spread from deep inside me to my entire body.
I will never forget that sunny afternoon, in my room, in the quiet of my HDB flat in Sembawang, when John took me completely, body and soul. I remember that more intensely than the first time he penetrated me or the numerous dates and petting sessions before that. Maybe it's because of my orgasms and the intense physical pleasure I experienced. The body is as important as the mind.
I'm writing this blog to help Singapore women overcome their shame and inhibitions about sex. I'm also writing to help Singapore men understand their women better. So I'm frank about how I feel. Please don't think of me as a slut in a bad way. Just think of me as a normal but sensual woman with a healthy appetite for enjoying sex. I was already in love with John as a tall and handsome partner who could accompany me as a friend, but having sex with him and having orgasms with him just threw me into free fall over the cliff of love. I am half Stuly Kan as a person but also half mating animal. If I have had a fierce quarrel with John, I don't feel like having sex with him at all. But similarly, if I have had good sex with him, I love him more. My state of mind affects my desire, but the satisfaction of my desire affects my mind. It's about half half for me. As a woman, If I like a guy a lot I will want to have sex with him. But, as an animal, if a guy fucks my brains out, I can also fall in love with him, but this is not acceptable for me to say right? But my brain and my cunt affect each other. If that is being a slut, then I'm one, but I'm a good slut. I take care of my friends and I'm responsible and fair.
I'm saying all this now as a mature woman of 33, but these feelings were at the back of my mind subconsciously perhaps,even then. For most of my life, I couldn't tell them to anyone, to John, to my mother, my brother, or to my Gang of Four, my school and lifelong childhood friends. I couldn't even use the words to describe the sexual acts. Even the word 'sex' was slightly taboo. How could I tell my friends what I was doing then as a sixteen year old? I've overcome this shyness now to my close friends, but it took a decade or more.
Why am I more open sexually? Firstly, my father deserted us for another woman without providing financial support so my mother had to work long hours to support us, leaving my brother and me as unsupervised latchkey children. My father left behind a store of pornographic movies and books which I viewed over and over many times and eventually masturbated myself to, even from a tender age of 13-14. This sort of imprinted what is erotic in my brain, so that the things that turn me on are the same things in these movies. I can't really change these, or can I?
Secondly, my mother was bringing her lovers into our three bedroom flat. My room is in the middle, and the walls aren't thick enough to prevent me from hearing the sounds of sex in the middle of the night. By the time I was 16, my mother was with her third lover since father left us. Then my brother, who is five years older also started bringing his girlfriend home and often slept over, unlike my mother who never let her lovers stay over. She was a very expressive lover in the sense of being noisy. I was surrounded with people having sex and they were enjoying it.
Last, I enjoy sex. I have a high sex drive. Whether it's because of the first two factors, or whether I am made like that, I don't know. But after John started me on sex, masturbation wasn't what it used to be and wasn't enough. It wasn't real or interactive enough. When I was between boyfriends and feeling lonely and horny enough, I would degrade myself to one night stands or short flings. I almost always felt very cheap and low class after these affairs, but when the desire is there, I can't control myself. But I'm not a degenerate person. I am very hard working and responsible at work. I hardly take medical leave. I stay back late to finish my work if I have to. I feel I am a good girl. I am not a shameless slut.
I will never forget that sunny afternoon, in my room, in the quiet of my HDB flat in Sembawang, when John took me completely, body and soul. I remember that more intensely than the first time he penetrated me or the numerous dates and petting sessions before that. Maybe it's because of my orgasms and the intense physical pleasure I experienced. The body is as important as the mind.
I'm writing this blog to help Singapore women overcome their shame and inhibitions about sex. I'm also writing to help Singapore men understand their women better. So I'm frank about how I feel. Please don't think of me as a slut in a bad way. Just think of me as a normal but sensual woman with a healthy appetite for enjoying sex. I was already in love with John as a tall and handsome partner who could accompany me as a friend, but having sex with him and having orgasms with him just threw me into free fall over the cliff of love. I am half Stuly Kan as a person but also half mating animal. If I have had a fierce quarrel with John, I don't feel like having sex with him at all. But similarly, if I have had good sex with him, I love him more. My state of mind affects my desire, but the satisfaction of my desire affects my mind. It's about half half for me. As a woman, If I like a guy a lot I will want to have sex with him. But, as an animal, if a guy fucks my brains out, I can also fall in love with him, but this is not acceptable for me to say right? But my brain and my cunt affect each other. If that is being a slut, then I'm one, but I'm a good slut. I take care of my friends and I'm responsible and fair.
I'm saying all this now as a mature woman of 33, but these feelings were at the back of my mind subconsciously perhaps,even then. For most of my life, I couldn't tell them to anyone, to John, to my mother, my brother, or to my Gang of Four, my school and lifelong childhood friends. I couldn't even use the words to describe the sexual acts. Even the word 'sex' was slightly taboo. How could I tell my friends what I was doing then as a sixteen year old? I've overcome this shyness now to my close friends, but it took a decade or more.
Why am I more open sexually? Firstly, my father deserted us for another woman without providing financial support so my mother had to work long hours to support us, leaving my brother and me as unsupervised latchkey children. My father left behind a store of pornographic movies and books which I viewed over and over many times and eventually masturbated myself to, even from a tender age of 13-14. This sort of imprinted what is erotic in my brain, so that the things that turn me on are the same things in these movies. I can't really change these, or can I?
Secondly, my mother was bringing her lovers into our three bedroom flat. My room is in the middle, and the walls aren't thick enough to prevent me from hearing the sounds of sex in the middle of the night. By the time I was 16, my mother was with her third lover since father left us. Then my brother, who is five years older also started bringing his girlfriend home and often slept over, unlike my mother who never let her lovers stay over. She was a very expressive lover in the sense of being noisy. I was surrounded with people having sex and they were enjoying it.
Last, I enjoy sex. I have a high sex drive. Whether it's because of the first two factors, or whether I am made like that, I don't know. But after John started me on sex, masturbation wasn't what it used to be and wasn't enough. It wasn't real or interactive enough. When I was between boyfriends and feeling lonely and horny enough, I would degrade myself to one night stands or short flings. I almost always felt very cheap and low class after these affairs, but when the desire is there, I can't control myself. But I'm not a degenerate person. I am very hard working and responsible at work. I hardly take medical leave. I stay back late to finish my work if I have to. I feel I am a good girl. I am not a shameless slut.
Monday, September 29, 2014
My first orgasm with my boyfriend
I continue from my previous post on the first time I had sex with John in a park. (Posted 2012). I'm describing my sexual experiences as a Singaporean girl. This is because I feel Singaporean girls are too repressed and inhibited. Maybe my sharing will help them be more fulfilled sexually.
I'm writing this about 17 years later so the recollection is by a sexually very experienced and more mature woman. I am now not what I was then, a young lusty and thoughtless 16 year old girl. I didn't think or reflect very much then.
He had a handsome face and he was fair and tall, with a good build. He spoke decent English like me and that's important for me. I was petite, 1.58m but I had a charming face with a sweet smile. People complimented me on my dimples. I was slender with good complexion and skin though not porcelain white. I have nice shoulders and a pert butt though my breasts are average size B. I've nicely proportioned legs though I'm short so they look better in high heels. What I want to say is that while I'm quite attractive, he was more popular with the girls in our mixed school than I was with the guys. So he was a catch for me, and I was proud to be seen dating him.
After that first time in the park, we had sex again the next day. This was the first time I had an orgasm while having sex so it's clearly etched in my memory. It was after our morning school. There was no one at home, so after eating lunch at the coffee shop downstairs, we went up to my flat. I remember being so excited, I was fumbling with my keys. While I was locking the door, he was already rubbing himself against my butt and grabbing my breasts from behind. We French kissed while he unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra so he could get at my breasts. He couldn't undo the clasps so I had to do it myself. The feel of his hands squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples is something I remember very well. We stood there facing each other for a long time kissing and having my sensitive breasts rubbed until I was so excited, I took off his shirt so I could press my breasts against his hairless chest. Then he put his hands under my skirt and started massaging my buttocks, and pressing his erection into my lower belly. A few minutes later, he removed my school skirt and pushing my panties aside, started rubbing my vulva while we continued to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. He took my hand and led me to the sofa where he stripped himself naked and made me sit down. He sat down next to me facing me from the side, and we kissed with one of his hands behind my neck and the other roaming up and down my body, overly my breasts, nipples, sides, thighs and into the vulva between my legs where I was very wet. He took my hand nearest him and put it on his cock. It was hot. I pumped my hand up and down his cock. Holding his cock was so exciting for me, that I was breathless and within a few minutes, I had an intense orgasm. I was very quiet when I climaxed,and he didn't know that I had cummed. Another couple of minutes later, he came in my hand and I pointed his cock at myself and splashed his hot semen all over my belly. The whole act had maybe taken twenty minutes.
We cuddled and relaxed on the sofa for a few minutes, then I brought him to our bathroom where I had my first shower with another man. We soaped and rubbed each other clean under the shower, and cuddled up in my room on my single bed, naked, and fell asleep after some happy pillow talk.
I felt great to have had my first orgasm with a man. What's I have seen and heard in the collection of x rated videos and books and magazines my father left behind when he deserted our family for another woman. What had stimulated me when my mother sometimes brought a man home, and I could hear the sounds of her moaning and groaning when her passion overcame her desire not to disturb her teenage daughter in the next room. I finally had my own experience and it was wonderful. It was so much more exciting than masturbation.
I was woken up maybe an hour or two later by the sensation of Johns erection rubbing up and down the cleft of my buttocks. I pushed my buttocks back against him and put one hand behind to pull him against me. He used his free hand to roam and caress my body all over. I was wet again! He took my ankle and lifted it in the air, spreading my knees apart, and tried to enter me but he couldn't find his way so I put my hand behind to guide his cock into my waiting vagina. Your cunt is so snug and warm, he said, as he pumped into me from behind. This time, he lasted much longer as he had already cum earlier. I was well and truly fucked by him this time. Penetrated and possessed thoroughly in many ways..The spring bed creaked rhythmically as he thrust into me vigorously. I sat up and knelt down with my hands holding the headboard bar while he fucked me like a dog, pinching my nipples. Then I sat on him and put my hands behind my back to massage his balls while he massaged my breasts. Then he pushed my ankles up to ears while he penetrated to my cervix very deeply. I He stood up and carried me with my legs around his waist, while he supported my buttocks with his hands. He pushed my back against the wall and lifted me up and down onto his spear.
I'm writing this about 17 years later so the recollection is by a sexually very experienced and more mature woman. I am now not what I was then, a young lusty and thoughtless 16 year old girl. I didn't think or reflect very much then.
He had a handsome face and he was fair and tall, with a good build. He spoke decent English like me and that's important for me. I was petite, 1.58m but I had a charming face with a sweet smile. People complimented me on my dimples. I was slender with good complexion and skin though not porcelain white. I have nice shoulders and a pert butt though my breasts are average size B. I've nicely proportioned legs though I'm short so they look better in high heels. What I want to say is that while I'm quite attractive, he was more popular with the girls in our mixed school than I was with the guys. So he was a catch for me, and I was proud to be seen dating him.
After that first time in the park, we had sex again the next day. This was the first time I had an orgasm while having sex so it's clearly etched in my memory. It was after our morning school. There was no one at home, so after eating lunch at the coffee shop downstairs, we went up to my flat. I remember being so excited, I was fumbling with my keys. While I was locking the door, he was already rubbing himself against my butt and grabbing my breasts from behind. We French kissed while he unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra so he could get at my breasts. He couldn't undo the clasps so I had to do it myself. The feel of his hands squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples is something I remember very well. We stood there facing each other for a long time kissing and having my sensitive breasts rubbed until I was so excited, I took off his shirt so I could press my breasts against his hairless chest. Then he put his hands under my skirt and started massaging my buttocks, and pressing his erection into my lower belly. A few minutes later, he removed my school skirt and pushing my panties aside, started rubbing my vulva while we continued to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. He took my hand and led me to the sofa where he stripped himself naked and made me sit down. He sat down next to me facing me from the side, and we kissed with one of his hands behind my neck and the other roaming up and down my body, overly my breasts, nipples, sides, thighs and into the vulva between my legs where I was very wet. He took my hand nearest him and put it on his cock. It was hot. I pumped my hand up and down his cock. Holding his cock was so exciting for me, that I was breathless and within a few minutes, I had an intense orgasm. I was very quiet when I climaxed,and he didn't know that I had cummed. Another couple of minutes later, he came in my hand and I pointed his cock at myself and splashed his hot semen all over my belly. The whole act had maybe taken twenty minutes.
We cuddled and relaxed on the sofa for a few minutes, then I brought him to our bathroom where I had my first shower with another man. We soaped and rubbed each other clean under the shower, and cuddled up in my room on my single bed, naked, and fell asleep after some happy pillow talk.
I felt great to have had my first orgasm with a man. What's I have seen and heard in the collection of x rated videos and books and magazines my father left behind when he deserted our family for another woman. What had stimulated me when my mother sometimes brought a man home, and I could hear the sounds of her moaning and groaning when her passion overcame her desire not to disturb her teenage daughter in the next room. I finally had my own experience and it was wonderful. It was so much more exciting than masturbation.
I was woken up maybe an hour or two later by the sensation of Johns erection rubbing up and down the cleft of my buttocks. I pushed my buttocks back against him and put one hand behind to pull him against me. He used his free hand to roam and caress my body all over. I was wet again! He took my ankle and lifted it in the air, spreading my knees apart, and tried to enter me but he couldn't find his way so I put my hand behind to guide his cock into my waiting vagina. Your cunt is so snug and warm, he said, as he pumped into me from behind. This time, he lasted much longer as he had already cum earlier. I was well and truly fucked by him this time. Penetrated and possessed thoroughly in many ways..The spring bed creaked rhythmically as he thrust into me vigorously. I sat up and knelt down with my hands holding the headboard bar while he fucked me like a dog, pinching my nipples. Then I sat on him and put my hands behind my back to massage his balls while he massaged my breasts. Then he pushed my ankles up to ears while he penetrated to my cervix very deeply. I He stood up and carried me with my legs around his waist, while he supported my buttocks with his hands. He pushed my back against the wall and lifted me up and down onto his spear.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Love and sex with my first boyfriend II
The last straw in my relationship with John was that even after 10 years together, he didn't want to marry me. He said he wanted to focus on his career first. I mean we have been together for ten years and I'm like begging him to marry me, and he wants to think about it. It takes two years to get to choose our BTO (built to order) HDB (housing and development board government built housing) flat and three to four years to build it which would still have meant actually moving out in five years only. So even though he couldn't commit, we did sign up for a HDB flat in Yishun, my favorite HDB estate. But by the time the day came for us to show our marriage certificate and choose our HDB flat, we had broke up. That day was a day I remember as a day of yearning for the good old days with John and a strong desire for a place and nest of my own.
Another reason for our breakup was his indecisiveness and his inability to make any decision without consulting his mother. After we broke up, she arranged a dinner between us and told us to stop quarreling and acting like kids and asked me for a date and she would prepare for our marriage. His mother really took me for granted. It's as though his mother is proposing. In the past she didn't like the way I washed the clothes so I decided never to wash any clothes in her house. I'm quite nice to Johns sister who is very simple and abnormally short, and I had already agreed to set aside a room for her to live with us when we got married. This must be why she suddenly took my side after all these years. They were afraid the China woman won't care for Jane the way I did. I bring Jane out alone often enough. With all the stories going round about how mercenary the MIC girls are, John had such a big row with his mother that he moved out to stay with her when she refused to let the MIC stay overnight. MIC = Made in China.
I lost big time to the MIC girl. John who had never taken my side against his mother, and who never made any decision without consulting her, could stand up for the MIC against his mother. She relented and let her move in and now they are married. I saw the MIC and she is not as attractive as I am so she must have other things going for her. But how much of those other things are genuinely her and not a front put up to catch her man? I don't know but that's why they say about these PRC girls. They can be very sweet and feminine to their men and have a totally different and hard side to others. Just look them fighting unashamedly for seats and space in the overcrowded MRT trains. MRT = mass rapid transit or subway or underground. PRC = Peoples republic of China. PRC = MIC.And the MRT trains are overcrowded because there are suddenly so many PRC and other foreigners in town. It's bad enough they come here to compete for our jobs and places in hospitals, schools, and trains. It's bad enough that they drive our wages lower and cause property prices to go up. But now they are taking away our husbands and boyfriends. I'm may be bitter and biased, but that's the coffee shop talk about old men losing their savings to young women from China. I'm sure there are nice women who come here to make a better life for themselves through honest means and not through the red light districts of Geylang, and to these women, I say I'm sorry.
Things are so expensive in Singapore nowadays. In our drive to achieve the humble Singapore dream of only just an HDB flat and a car, we have lost our loves somehow, somewhere, sometime back without realizing it at the time that it was happening, and now it's too late. All over Singapore, Singaporeans are sacrificing something precious for their materialistic Singapore dream. We just don't know what we are losing.
Another reason for our breakup was his indecisiveness and his inability to make any decision without consulting his mother. After we broke up, she arranged a dinner between us and told us to stop quarreling and acting like kids and asked me for a date and she would prepare for our marriage. His mother really took me for granted. It's as though his mother is proposing. In the past she didn't like the way I washed the clothes so I decided never to wash any clothes in her house. I'm quite nice to Johns sister who is very simple and abnormally short, and I had already agreed to set aside a room for her to live with us when we got married. This must be why she suddenly took my side after all these years. They were afraid the China woman won't care for Jane the way I did. I bring Jane out alone often enough. With all the stories going round about how mercenary the MIC girls are, John had such a big row with his mother that he moved out to stay with her when she refused to let the MIC stay overnight. MIC = Made in China.
I lost big time to the MIC girl. John who had never taken my side against his mother, and who never made any decision without consulting her, could stand up for the MIC against his mother. She relented and let her move in and now they are married. I saw the MIC and she is not as attractive as I am so she must have other things going for her. But how much of those other things are genuinely her and not a front put up to catch her man? I don't know but that's why they say about these PRC girls. They can be very sweet and feminine to their men and have a totally different and hard side to others. Just look them fighting unashamedly for seats and space in the overcrowded MRT trains. MRT = mass rapid transit or subway or underground. PRC = Peoples republic of China. PRC = MIC.And the MRT trains are overcrowded because there are suddenly so many PRC and other foreigners in town. It's bad enough they come here to compete for our jobs and places in hospitals, schools, and trains. It's bad enough that they drive our wages lower and cause property prices to go up. But now they are taking away our husbands and boyfriends. I'm may be bitter and biased, but that's the coffee shop talk about old men losing their savings to young women from China. I'm sure there are nice women who come here to make a better life for themselves through honest means and not through the red light districts of Geylang, and to these women, I say I'm sorry.
Things are so expensive in Singapore nowadays. In our drive to achieve the humble Singapore dream of only just an HDB flat and a car, we have lost our loves somehow, somewhere, sometime back without realizing it at the time that it was happening, and now it's too late. All over Singapore, Singaporeans are sacrificing something precious for their materialistic Singapore dream. We just don't know what we are losing.
Love and sex with my first boyfriend
Love and sex with my first boyfriend. How it ended.
What do I think of my first love relationship that lasted ten years from 16 to 26? It was great at first and then we were very comfortable together, and then the love slowly died in the last five years. I still can't forget our first date, our first kiss, our first time having sex as well a few other times, and some of the holidays. I don't regret my relationship with John, just regret that we couldn't love each other to the end. The pain, the tears and the bitter words. Like someone said, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Like some of my schoolmates, who still haven't had a boyfriend yet.
Why did we break up? I felt he took me for granted. Sundays must be spent having dinner with his family at his flat in Woodlands while Saturdays, he preferred his drinking buddies and didn't want me along. Anyway I don't like his pals. That left us with Friday nights but I often work late and I worked Saturday mornings as well. Even though I often slept over on in his room weekends, but I didn't feel like I had a boyfriend. Sometimes 2-3 weekends went by without a date.
You could say we worked too hard and drifted apart. It was bad enough when he did some interior design drawing to help his fathers renovation contractor business. It got bad when he did as stint as a bartender. I worked days and he worked nights. Not enough time spent doing things together. As for sex, somehow it had become repetitive and routine, and either he was too tired or I was. Sometimes, he just wanted release, so I had to jerk him off or suck his cock until he came. Then he promptly went to sleep after that. That's how self centered and selfish he was. Spoilt my being his mothers precious only son. Throughout our ten years, he didn't wait for me to come first. Once he came, that was it. Why didn't I make a fuss? Because it wasn't so important to me whether I had an orgasm or not. I enjoyed the warmth and closeness when we have sex. That he wanted me was enough. Why didn't I tell him what I liked? I did, but in my gentle way, and he wasn't sensitive enough. That's just me and I suppose, many Singaporean women are like that too. We can't be too frank about our sexual preferences. We would appear too slutty to be respected or loved.
He wasnt shy to tell me how he wanted it though. He liked to have me massaging his balls with one hand and stroking the shaft with other, while I sucked the head of his cock. He liked me licking the groove underneath the glans and the underside of the head, the part called the frenulum . He also liked me tugging the head with my lips while inserting the tip of my tongue into his urethral opening but that was difficult to do without nipping him with my teeth. He never thought too highly of my cock sucking skills even though I tried to develop them. We would watch porn videos and I'll try to copy what was being done so as give him variety and to please him. When he was tired he would just lie back but he liked to look at me so he would pull my hair back to see me in action. When he was fresh, he liked me to kneel down on the floor and service him while he stood up. He would make me stick out my hands behind my back as though I was tied up and stick my breasts forward for him to fondle. He would grab my breasts roughly or pinch my nipples hard. I love being treated this way like a prostitute, it always makes me very wet. Especially when he grabs my head and pumps his cock through my oval lips freshly lined with glossy lipstick and uses my mouth like a vagina. It's also exciting when he forces his cock deep to the back of my throat until I almost gag or vomit. I'm a sucker for being treated roughly and being called names like slut or prostitute or whore or his sex slave. Then he comes all over my face or in my mouth but I don't like it in my hair. I just don't like the taste of semen so I would usually open my mouth and let it drip out with saliva over my chin and chest. If he has been angry with me, he would force me to swallow it, like swallowing my pride. Somehow after a big fight, when I don't feel like having sex at all, he gets aroused, like an animal. How can he be angry with me and still want sex with me! I will never understand. He would insist I service him, and I know then that when he comes, he will always comes in my mouth and force me to swallow. After he comes, I would usually clean his cock thoroughly by sucking and licking, but he would still want me to get a damp cloth to clean his genitals before he falls asleep.
I always get aroused from sucking his cock while he handles me roughly, but he always cums, then goes to sleep, leaving me unsatisfied. Why don't I insist on my rights to an orgasm? Maybe I was young and shy to ask. I'm different now of course, and I would ask nicely and gently to be pleasured, but I didn't know how to do it then. After he falls asleep, I would often masturbate, sometimes watching porn, until I have an orgasm. This happens very fast as I'm quite stimulated after sucking his cock. I suppose I let him have his way because he was handsome and I was glad to catch him, but I'm pretty too, though not as pretty as he is handsome, and there were many guys who wanted me .
One night, even after we had broken up for a couple of years and he had found a girlfriend from China, he turned up half drunk at my doorstep at 2 am. I already had another boyfriend by then although not steady, but he insisted I have sex with him. He was sad and crying, and somehow he got me to do everything he wanted, partly by force, partly by pleading, partly by raising his voice and threatening to wake up my mother and my brother. He started by talking about why we broke up and asking whether I missed him. When I said I did, he forced himself upon me. It wasn't rape, but it was more like a spoilt child wanting his way. However, his China girlfriend had trained him to be a much better lover. When I was going down on him, he put his fingers over my buttocks, and started stroking my vulva and my clitoris as well as my my vagina. He even went down on me and licked my clitoris while squeezing my nipples. He had not given me a blow job for a very long time because he said he didn't like the smell of my cunt. We didn't cum for a long time because I was having all sorts of mixed thoughts and feelings about what we were doing. My current boyfriend, what my family would be thinking, does he want to come back to me, and whether I wanted him back, but most of all images of his current girlfriend from china. He took a surprising time too because he was half drunk or because he was sad or confused. So after maybe two hours of pumping, I had an intense orgasm just before he came. We didn't make up though. He did ask me to once but that was it, and I said no. Just like I had sex with him because he had insisted and persisted, I might have gone back to him if he had shown more sincerity and passion. Now we will never know because he has married that MIC ( made in China) girl. Maybe he has better sex with her and he just wanted to compare again who was better before he married and obviously I lost. Maybe she can put up with him better but I was too hot tempered. Yes I'm submissive and compliant in the bedroom, but in the living room, I can be very sensitive to any disrespect. It's paradoxical, but I'm sometimes called chilli padi ( a tiny red chili which is deceptively small but very spicy, and which I like with my food). But after two years, he can't just ask to come back once and expect me to say yes straight away. I have my pride.
What do I think of my first love relationship that lasted ten years from 16 to 26? It was great at first and then we were very comfortable together, and then the love slowly died in the last five years. I still can't forget our first date, our first kiss, our first time having sex as well a few other times, and some of the holidays. I don't regret my relationship with John, just regret that we couldn't love each other to the end. The pain, the tears and the bitter words. Like someone said, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Like some of my schoolmates, who still haven't had a boyfriend yet.
Why did we break up? I felt he took me for granted. Sundays must be spent having dinner with his family at his flat in Woodlands while Saturdays, he preferred his drinking buddies and didn't want me along. Anyway I don't like his pals. That left us with Friday nights but I often work late and I worked Saturday mornings as well. Even though I often slept over on in his room weekends, but I didn't feel like I had a boyfriend. Sometimes 2-3 weekends went by without a date.
You could say we worked too hard and drifted apart. It was bad enough when he did some interior design drawing to help his fathers renovation contractor business. It got bad when he did as stint as a bartender. I worked days and he worked nights. Not enough time spent doing things together. As for sex, somehow it had become repetitive and routine, and either he was too tired or I was. Sometimes, he just wanted release, so I had to jerk him off or suck his cock until he came. Then he promptly went to sleep after that. That's how self centered and selfish he was. Spoilt my being his mothers precious only son. Throughout our ten years, he didn't wait for me to come first. Once he came, that was it. Why didn't I make a fuss? Because it wasn't so important to me whether I had an orgasm or not. I enjoyed the warmth and closeness when we have sex. That he wanted me was enough. Why didn't I tell him what I liked? I did, but in my gentle way, and he wasn't sensitive enough. That's just me and I suppose, many Singaporean women are like that too. We can't be too frank about our sexual preferences. We would appear too slutty to be respected or loved.
He wasnt shy to tell me how he wanted it though. He liked to have me massaging his balls with one hand and stroking the shaft with other, while I sucked the head of his cock. He liked me licking the groove underneath the glans and the underside of the head, the part called the frenulum . He also liked me tugging the head with my lips while inserting the tip of my tongue into his urethral opening but that was difficult to do without nipping him with my teeth. He never thought too highly of my cock sucking skills even though I tried to develop them. We would watch porn videos and I'll try to copy what was being done so as give him variety and to please him. When he was tired he would just lie back but he liked to look at me so he would pull my hair back to see me in action. When he was fresh, he liked me to kneel down on the floor and service him while he stood up. He would make me stick out my hands behind my back as though I was tied up and stick my breasts forward for him to fondle. He would grab my breasts roughly or pinch my nipples hard. I love being treated this way like a prostitute, it always makes me very wet. Especially when he grabs my head and pumps his cock through my oval lips freshly lined with glossy lipstick and uses my mouth like a vagina. It's also exciting when he forces his cock deep to the back of my throat until I almost gag or vomit. I'm a sucker for being treated roughly and being called names like slut or prostitute or whore or his sex slave. Then he comes all over my face or in my mouth but I don't like it in my hair. I just don't like the taste of semen so I would usually open my mouth and let it drip out with saliva over my chin and chest. If he has been angry with me, he would force me to swallow it, like swallowing my pride. Somehow after a big fight, when I don't feel like having sex at all, he gets aroused, like an animal. How can he be angry with me and still want sex with me! I will never understand. He would insist I service him, and I know then that when he comes, he will always comes in my mouth and force me to swallow. After he comes, I would usually clean his cock thoroughly by sucking and licking, but he would still want me to get a damp cloth to clean his genitals before he falls asleep.
I always get aroused from sucking his cock while he handles me roughly, but he always cums, then goes to sleep, leaving me unsatisfied. Why don't I insist on my rights to an orgasm? Maybe I was young and shy to ask. I'm different now of course, and I would ask nicely and gently to be pleasured, but I didn't know how to do it then. After he falls asleep, I would often masturbate, sometimes watching porn, until I have an orgasm. This happens very fast as I'm quite stimulated after sucking his cock. I suppose I let him have his way because he was handsome and I was glad to catch him, but I'm pretty too, though not as pretty as he is handsome, and there were many guys who wanted me .
One night, even after we had broken up for a couple of years and he had found a girlfriend from China, he turned up half drunk at my doorstep at 2 am. I already had another boyfriend by then although not steady, but he insisted I have sex with him. He was sad and crying, and somehow he got me to do everything he wanted, partly by force, partly by pleading, partly by raising his voice and threatening to wake up my mother and my brother. He started by talking about why we broke up and asking whether I missed him. When I said I did, he forced himself upon me. It wasn't rape, but it was more like a spoilt child wanting his way. However, his China girlfriend had trained him to be a much better lover. When I was going down on him, he put his fingers over my buttocks, and started stroking my vulva and my clitoris as well as my my vagina. He even went down on me and licked my clitoris while squeezing my nipples. He had not given me a blow job for a very long time because he said he didn't like the smell of my cunt. We didn't cum for a long time because I was having all sorts of mixed thoughts and feelings about what we were doing. My current boyfriend, what my family would be thinking, does he want to come back to me, and whether I wanted him back, but most of all images of his current girlfriend from china. He took a surprising time too because he was half drunk or because he was sad or confused. So after maybe two hours of pumping, I had an intense orgasm just before he came. We didn't make up though. He did ask me to once but that was it, and I said no. Just like I had sex with him because he had insisted and persisted, I might have gone back to him if he had shown more sincerity and passion. Now we will never know because he has married that MIC ( made in China) girl. Maybe he has better sex with her and he just wanted to compare again who was better before he married and obviously I lost. Maybe she can put up with him better but I was too hot tempered. Yes I'm submissive and compliant in the bedroom, but in the living room, I can be very sensitive to any disrespect. It's paradoxical, but I'm sometimes called chilli padi ( a tiny red chili which is deceptively small but very spicy, and which I like with my food). But after two years, he can't just ask to come back once and expect me to say yes straight away. I have my pride.
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