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the 3 that changed me
Perhaps it was that initial experience that whetted our appetite for more, or my fav excuse, the moon
Whatever it is, it laid the foundation for more to follow. One weekday afternoon, we both had gotten time off, and decided to catch a movie together. Being a weekday, and that the movie -The Bachelorette was rated NC16 (I think), no chances of lil kids squealing inside, and a thinner crowd. We had seats at the last row. 3 seats away for us to my right was another couple. And the3 seats on Mr.T's left were empty. There was also another couple seated a seat to his left in the row in front of us. In a nutshell, we were almost 'secluded' in our own corner. As most will be aware, cinemas have now done away with so called couple seats, and instead opted for arms rests that can be lifted up so a couple could cozy up to each other still. Naturally, we did that. I had also brought a shawl along to,cover up in the cold cinema. Plus, I was wearing a dress which was a tad on the short side,, and a shawl would help cover to,prevent any accidental exposures. So there I was, holding Mr.T's arm, feeling very cozy and enjoying the show when I felt a tickling on my thigh. His hand was getting restless from resting on my lap and was beginning its usual wanderings. Once or twice, I caught his hand and restored it to it original position on my lap. But on the third time, I stole a glance at the couple to my right. They were absorbed in the movie. Adjusting myself, and my shawl, I gave in and allowed Mr.T's wandering hand it's so called freedom. By then, I was also,beginning to be sufficiently distracted away from the movie. It didn't take long to work his way up. By then I was also feeling that familiar dampness that his skillful fingers could so easily trigger. I stole another cautious glance at the couple to my right. Still engrossed in the movie. Trying my best to minimize my movements, I adjusted myself again, this time propping a leg over his lap, and drawing my shawl over the both of us like a blanket, welcoming those skillful fingers of his, and at the same time, covering up what was happening. Tentatively, I reached out for monster as well an awakening monster asking to be released from the constraints of T's boxers n pants. I wasn't going to be the only one on the receiving end. Leaning over, I whispered "Take it out..." And as discreetly as he could, Mr.T released the monster, and returned to paying attention on his exploration of me. Usually, I wold combine both a hj +bj to increase,it's efficacy, especially when dealing with Mr.T and his freakish mind control. I must be doing something right since he says I've managed to negate his mind control. The next step? To conquer him.hahhaah This time however, I had to rely solely on my hand- singular- one hand to create as much pleasure as I could for him. Meanwhile, Mr.T had already pushed my panty aside and slipped a finger in. My breathing got more heavier. I struggled to maintain my apparent composure, and not move or,wriggle too much, and most of all to contain the moans that so desperately wanted to escape me. If the cinema was silent then, the 'slop slop slop' sounds of his manually pleasuring me would be acutely clear. mr.T's monster was in no way neglected either. Finding his his pre-cum leaking out as usual, I spread it over the monsters head in a circular motion, using my thumb occasionally to rub against the underside of it. I felt a twitch. Good, he is reacting. My evil thoughts built up as I used my fingers to run up,and down the side of his shaft, and alternating it with the usual wanking movements. The monster was getting to be fully awake and spurting out quite abit of pre-cum. I was also half tempted to 'rape' him. My willing 'rape victim' Perhaps if we were the only ones there. It might have happened. Lols. I forgot how long our mutual mast. session lasted. I only knew it ended when mr.t turned to me and whispered "Stop, stop, I'm going to cum if,u continue" Not ideal at all. I reluctantly let him separate me from the monster, with promises to visit again. He also withdrew his hand from its exploratory pursuits as well. We cleaned ours hands with some damp tissue paper and continued watching the movie as if nothing had past between us. But the flame had been lit.... After the movie, we grabbed some dinner where he slyly commented how spicy foods boosts libido. I merely grinned at him. It was obvious what we both wanted. The question was...where? Somehow, we found ourselves back at the car park stairway, with me bent over the railing and him taking me from behind as well. Maybe it was holding back for awhile, it felt especially good to have the monster again. It also helped it,was our 2nd time so less jitters and nerves, and Mr.T was able to exert better control and withdrew in time for me to take him in my mouth, sucking him clean and dry, as I felt him stagger and stopped me. "Well, just saved u the cleaning up bit" I told Mr.T as he tried to regain feeling in his legs. I also wondered if he was swearing abstinence from sex for a few days. I was also still considering ideas on how to side up things in the bedroom itself. How far would Mr.T be willing to go? How far would I be willing to go? One thing was for sure, the next time, it was going to be interesting. Last edited by kittymae; 29-12-2012 at 04:02 AM. Reason: Typo |
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Hehehe M18 or NC16? No M16 de leh :P Ok la its M18. I know cos I want to watch but cannot :'(
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Typo.....consequence of typing at 3am...
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Hahaha sleep in tomorrow ba Keep my thread alive yea, jie?
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Nice story sis!
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wow!! nice update..
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Nice story Jie. I never knew you went through so much pain and hurt and were deceived. I wish I can say more but... I'm lost for words for the first time in my life.
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Interesting read TS.
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Thanks for the support!
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the 3 that changed me
K, Ethan, Ian.
This thread should have ended with the last bit on Ian. Yet it continues on with a certain Mr T. Some time had been spent contemplating if I would create a new thread for T. And re-reading this thread and comments from readers who have followed and shared my emotional turmoil, I decided to revive on continue to dormant thread. the 3 had indeed changed me in their own ways, and the 'consequence' is somehow reflected in this thing with Mr.T From K, I learnt that what I wanted more was the simplicity of every day things. From Ethan, I learnt that I needed not to hear honeyed words but feel from the sincerity in actions. From Ian, I learnt not to shut myself out to possibilities- however slim and impossible they seemed. At the start, indeed what I had with T was more physical, sexual than anything else. But over time, a connection, a bond formed. then strengthened, and continues to every day... To my readers who have expressed their concern, encouragement, and support, thank u. Re-reading them helps to put the unhappy past even further behind me. To Mr.T, thank u for taking a chance on us, for that "One Day" and now, my story continues. ------------- We had come quite far together, from just meeting purely for sexual reasons, to having dinners, chatting over chat apps on every day stuff, a movie, shop... Acknowledging the presence of real emotions was maybe the biggest step for either of us to take. But owing to circumstances, the time we have together is also limited. We try to make most of it. And sometimes, the moon plays its part too. It had begun as usual, with an intense tongue workout, and exploratory caresses and gropes, and stripping each other of clothes. As we paused for air, I asked T "Didn't u say u wanted to tie me up?" I couldn't fully interpret his expression, but it did appeal to him. He was after all, open to some degree experimentation. "Tie with what?" I glanced around my room as I did a mental checklist of my wardrobe items as well. "How about that?" T followed my gaze. I had caught sight of a shawl/scarf which should caused any abrasions or leave us in danger of a dead knot. He got up and went to fetch it, switching off the lights at the same time. When T returned to the bed, I asked with a mischievous grin, "How do u want to tie me?" "Put ur hands above ur head" I complied. T then used the scarf to bind my wrists together. Giving me his usual "evil" grin, he went to work. It is hard to describe how it feels. But with my wrists bound together, I was effectively at the mercy of T. For someone used to using her hands to direct T to, I felt helpless. At the same time, there was also a sense of expectancy as to what he would do next. Would T kiss me? Would he instead be sucking on my boobs Or,would he travel down south, licking me dry as fast as I was getting wet for him? Maybe he would employ the use of his magic fingers, and bring me to orgasm? Or perhaps, a combination of all of these. And tease me T did. So well that I struggled to break free of my bonds, to want to push him deeper as his tongue seemed my warm cave or to cradle his head as he nestled in my chest. When I finally broke free (T actually didn't bind me that tightly, probably cautious of hurting me), it was time to turn the tables. "So, are u ready for ur turn?" I flashed an equally evil grin at T No doubt, his male ego made him rise up to the challenge (pun intended). "Sure, why not?" Now, this was going to be fun alright... [to be continued] |
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Do you have an ice pick hidden under the bed kitty?
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nice adventures.. kitty
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Kittymae: You are a wise woman with a cute kitten.
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*yawn..just woke from a cat nap
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Ooooh.. Very basic instinct... But nah...a hazard to keep ard a klutz like me. I think someone will be very nervous indeed but for other reasons. Thx gal! Waiting for ur updates too Lols. Thx for e compliments! ... Hoping to update soon... |
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