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HELLO I WILL UPDATE THIS THING SOON (:
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Monday, December 21, 2009
EDITED!
It's complete now.
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Right, and I cut my hair. It's pretty different, but kinda cool.
Looks abit phallic though. Gives a whole new dimension to "dickhead."
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Now on to the story! By and large a true story, so just enjoy.
Semi-errotica!
HAHA.
“I’ll be right back,” She said, closing the door after her. I panicked for a moment… did I scare her off?
Then I remembered a scene in one of the books I read. Of course! I thought. She wanted to give me time to undress. I thanked her mentally for that. I had let slip earlier that well, I had never really done this before.
I undressed, lay back on the bed, and watched some TV. Damn Chinese channels, it seemed preposterous that I should be caring about something some politician said when…well, yeah.
A knock on the door. “Can I come in now?”
I announced yes, and she poked her head through the door, before walking to my bed, now in a simple cream kimono tied at the waist.
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“Relax!” She commanded, the tone firm, but there was a grin in her face. I tried to, but she was straddling me, knees on either side of my thighs, palms placed on my chest, gently pressing down. Her face was already slightly flushed. There was an errant strand of hair that escaped her ponytail hanging down, tantalisingly close, and I had the sudden urge to reach up and tuck that strand behind her ear. However, anticipating that, she let go of my chest and held my hands down instead.
Her fingers trailed to mine, and holding my middle finger, closed her fist around it tightly. And with a jerking motion, pulled up her arm and released my finger with an audible pop. And again. Images swum in my head, and i stifened with anticipation.
“You like that?” She asked, dark eyes looking deep into mine.
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I was facedown now, and I don’t know what she was doing, but it felt gooood. Her legs, as usual, were straddling my thighs, I could feel that. (Damn, could I feel that!) But her hands were roaming everywhere, from my arms, my back, her hands traced the ridges of my backbone, my shoulders, everywhere.
She was rocking, slightly, rubbing herself against my inner thighs, her hands dipping even lower, tracing the tan lines swimming caused, and then even lower, where she palmed my buttocks, slightly more eagerly now. I could hear her panting slightly.
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I turned over, and she shifted her weight, palms now moving to my inner thighs, my groin. From where I was, I admired her position, kneeling with her knees on either side of my calves, palms resting, thumbs just touching. I admired how that errant strand of hair was joined by another, hanging down, glistening slightly with sweat.
She was kneeling, on all fours, her hands unmoving as stone even as my body silently screamed out for a movement. Her head was bent down so that I could see the top of her head, the tip of her nose, and then down, down, to where that maddening kimono came together at the chest in the dark hanging V…
But something was wrong. She was staring, just staring at where her palms came together. I gave her ten seconds before I awkwardly sat up a little.
“Urm, is everything okay?” I asked, propping my body up with my elbows. My lower body was still pinned down by her, and I wasn’t complaining.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” Her voice was slightly faint, and then she did a sort of whistle-exhale type of sound, the type men do when they see a new piece of technology at the IT Fair.
“It seems that you’re pretty okay too.” She whispered.
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They say the first time’s the hardest.
She eased down somewhat comfortably, I guess, but the first touch, wow, the first touch, sent fire straight down, and I gave an involuntary buck. So this is what they all talk about, I thought. The heat enveloped my loins, again and again.
She went smoothly at first, and sped up to a sort of jerky motion, up-down-up-down, drawing gasps and short, sharp exhales as I fought for control. Then she went, almost in circles, and I quickly gave way to a series of uncoordinated spasms as her fingernails dragged trails down my body, leaving red angry lines behind…
And then, it was over.
There was a sheen of sweat on me for the first time in my nine-day holiday. I lay back, chest heaving, sheets forgotten on the floor.
My dad, lying on one of the other beds, turned on his side to face me.
“How was it? Enjoyed it?” He asked.
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HAHA! The end had you guys freaking out, i bet.
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KAY what's below is an explanation, skip to the red part if you want to avoid it. (:
A/N
GUYS, IT WAS A MASSAGE.
Sure, some of the stuff was overexaggerated, blah blah blah. The dialouge was obviously mostly faked, (In fact we were talking about the education system, Singapore's policy to Chinese immigrants, and other stuff. ) I obviously did not get horny in any way during the massage (That would have been embarassing) And well, what's true is that she was a young Chinese girl. Around twenty. The kimono was sorta true i guess. except for the color, it was some kind of gaudy orange/gold thing.
Physically, everything's there, everything that happened really happened, except for the back part where i took a few liberties and changed the order of the events that happened.
Kay, maybe i'll do a play by play of what happened.
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First: The undressing part, well i really did undress, but changed to some japanese/themed shirt with short pants and a large shirt that's tied together.
Second: The finger part, well that happened, just not with her whole fist, but with two fingers. There was really the pop sound.
Third: Well, the rocking i admit was faked. But with the strength she was using i guess she would have rocked abit and panted abit. She really DID touch my butt. though. Part of the massage lah.
Fourth: The groin/pause part, true. I still don't know why she did that pause, twice. ._.
Fifth: The whole part about fire in my loins.. Okay there was this massage technique about using heated punice stones wrapped in a bag. That's the heat at my loins, as loins are defined by the area between the bottom of the rib cage and the pelvis. (THANKS WIKIPEDIA.)
The up/down and circular motions were the moving of the bag on my stomach, and my spasming was my laughing, cause it was really bloody ticklish.
Fingernails were part of another weird part of the massage. (Right after the butt thing.) But i decided to put them together cause i thought it was fitting. The fingernails were actually on my back, but in the story i took the liberty of not mentioning.
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DONE.
Tell me how it is?
It's a record of.. well, my first massage, in china. Was very confortable.
10:57 PM
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