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.
Monday, September 29, 2014
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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