Diary of a modern day courtesan

[furritales]

8th April 2013, Monday

I hit bugis village at about 12 noon. I love shopping on Mondays.. No crowd no shove no push. I had a short and sweet shopping list to complete. An all-black corset, black lace stockings and a pair of all-black high Heel Stiletto. 5 inches high. No less. The corset and shoes were easily attained but the black lace stockings took me quite a fair bit of time to find. Plain Black stockings are easily available but I need black lace trimmings around the band of the stockings. I scoured almost the entire place and finally found one at a sex theme shop at ground level.

Oh and before I forget, i need a pair of black thong with an opening at crotch region. Black seems to be my favourite choice of colour? Unfortunately, my favourite colour is baby blue. The items which Iam getting are specially chosen for my next assignment as per my client's request...



Hi, my name is kerri, and Iam a modern day courtesan. This journal chronicles my personal musings and day-to-day experiences.

Do pardon me if there is any gramatical and vocabulary errors. ;)

[Agent69]

Attention!!! Reporting ma'am!!

[shadezz69]

8th April 2013, Monday

I hit bugis village at about 12 noon. I love shopping on Mondays.. No crowd no shove no push. I had a short and sweet shopping list to complete. An all-black corset, black lace stockings and a pair of all-black high Heel Stiletto. 5 inches high. No less. The corset and shoes were easily attained but the black lace stockings took me quite a fair bit of time to find. Plain Black stockings are easily available but I need black lace trimmings around the band of the stockings. I scoured almost the entire place and finally found one at a sex theme shop at ground level.

Oh and before I forget, i need a pair of black thong with an opening at crotch region. Black seems to be my favourite choice of colour? Unfortunately, my favourite colour is baby blue. The items which Iam getting are specially chosen for my next assignment as per my client's request...



Hi, my name is kerri, and Iam a modern day courtesan. This journal chronicles my personal musings and day-to-day experiences.

Do pardon me if there is any gramatical and vocabulary errors. ;)
U r doing good Kerri.. Grammar n Vocab r not that much of a concern... Jus focus on e delivery n contents, which u r doing fine by e way. Waiting for your next post... Hopefully soon.

[sane]

8th April 2013, Monday

An all-black corset, black lace stockings and a pair of all-black high Heel Stiletto. 5 inches high. No less. The corset and shoes were easily attained but the black lace stockings took me quite a fair bit of time to find. Plain Black stockings are easily available but I need black lace trimmings around the band of the stockings. I scoured almost the entire place and finally found one at a sex theme shop at ground level.

Oh and before I forget, i need a pair of black thong with an opening at crotch region. Black seems to be my favourite choice of colour? Unfortunately, my favourite colour is baby blue. The items which Iam getting are specially chosen for my next assignment as per my client's )

The dark shop near the escalator :confused:, walk past there several times and doesn't know that they sell corset. What's the damages? I thought the cute lingerie sets are mostly on the 2nd floor? n black thongs with crotch opening? Interesting n i tot only full closet has that for toilet access, never thought thongs has that too :)

Btw u can check TW Auction sets too, many varieties and each set cost less than $10, some sellers r willing to ship to overseas.

[DarkAsh]

8th April 2013, Monday

Hi, my name is kerri, and Iam a modern day courtesan. This journal chronicles my personal musings and day-to-day experiences.

Do pardon me if there is any gramatical and vocabulary errors. ;)

Nicely written, please complete the story and will show my appreciation when you complete this thread ... ;)

[bigmannow]

I Like modern day courtesans.. camping here wif my rifles..

[furritales]

The dark shop near the escalator :confused:, walk past there several times and doesn't know that they sell corset. What's the damages? I thought the cute lingerie sets are mostly on the 2nd floor? n black thongs with crotch opening? Interesting n i tot only full closet has that for toilet access, never thought thongs has that too :)

Btw u can check TW Auction sets too, many varieties and each set cost less than $10, some sellers r willing to ship to overseas.


Oh...the corset is not from the sex shop. The corset is from the shop that specialise in corsets only. I think they have another branch in Far East. Very pricey though...but nice quality and cute. ;)

[furritales]

5/3/2011 Saturday (A single-most profound decision)

Dearest diary,
Today marks a milestone in my life. Definitely not one to be proud of and definitely not to be stored in archives of my brain to be used as bedtime stories for grandchildren either.

Its the day where I have an singular interview. With a social escort company. Yeah, you heard it right, Iam applying to be a social escort. Did I hear you say Iam outta of my mind? No Iam not.
I have came to this excruciatingly difficult decision after mulling it for endless days and nights. I just want you to know its not an act of impulse nor is it under the influence of materialism.

Choosing the appropriate clothing, selecting the perfect shades of eyeshadow, blusher and lipstick took me just over an hour to doll up for the interview. Iam not a professional makeup artist but after many Michelle Phan Youtubes I daresay Iam quite adept in the art of disguise.

The knots in my stomach started when i walk through the glass door. Its a nondescript office in one of the buildings on the city fringe.
I was shown to a small room and i sat down to wait. It felt just like any other normal interviews.

A voice in the head (I like to call her my twin) smirked at me "you know, you still have time to walk out and go home and forget about the whole damn thing" But i did not. Because I spend endless nights hammering and chiselling my courage and ego just for this day.

Soon after a homely looking lady of about 40 came in and sat next to me. I was caught by surprise as I was expecting a man.

SHE: Hihi … Kerri? **looking at me smiling her motherly-like smile

ME: *Nods my head…. **not trusting myself to speak

(We shake hands, exchange pleasantries and she introduce herself as Ms L.)

SHE: Ok…. So, can you tell me a little bit of yourself? **Flashing her motherly smile once again

ME: Iam currently in my last year of studies at N**……. Iam very sociable and loves to meet people….... **Injecting my mega-watt smile now and then…...

ME: I read a lot and Iam actively involved in the local Arts scene. ** OMG… I groan inwards…. I hardly believe Iam saying that….

(We continued in that manner of standard interview style for a couple more minutes.)

SHE: Do you know what a social escort job entails?

ME: Yes I do… **Its having sex with people….

SHE: In our agency we are mainly advertising companionship services. What happen between you and the client is not within our means of control. Do you understand that?

ME: Ok.. **Basically you are just a high class pimpress….

SHE: Whether you provide sexual services or not its at your own discretion.

ME: Iam aware of that…

(She asked a couple more questions and we spend more minutes going through the formal administrative stuff.)

30 minutes later, Iam officially a social escort.

The journey home was a haze. I felt like I was strapped to a roller-coaster on a steep ascent.

My very first appointment came 2 days after the interview.

[SammyNewbie]

I like your style gurl. You got that same attitude as me. Perhaps you just hide it better. I'll be reading after I'm back from my assignments ;)

[Rain-Men]

Nice......keep the threads moving sis...it's always refreshing to hear from the female perspective...:D

[JepJai]

Do keep it coming... I like the style of your writing...

[furritales]

7/3/11 My first blind date

Dearest diary,

Today is my very first appointment as a Social Escort.
I tried to put up a steely front as a means to dissipate the endless knots curling themselves up in every part of my body. I had a paranoid conviction that my cells are having a riot as an last attempt ditch to dissuade me.

I was told he is a Caucasian man on some kind of a working trip. Iam to meet him at a cafe around centrepoint. I pick out a simple navy blue empire waist dress and a pair of black strappy heels. A silver bracelet. A black faux leather sling handbag. Face BBcreamed. Eyelashes curled and mascara-ed. A hint of blusher. Lips glossed and a shade of pink. And iam good to go. However my internal riots seems to be in full swing now.

He was sitting alone at a far flung corner of a table of the cafe. Pinstripes long shirt and black jeans. Dark brown hair with a slight receding hairline and nice warm smile. Probably in the early thirties. He smiled and i returned the smile.

Jacob: Oh hi hi...
Me: Hii... Iam kerri and you are....?
Jacob: Jacob.
**We shake hands and i started to sit opposite him. He went to ordered 2 lattes and a couple of finger food. He seems nice.... and smiley.
We make small talk ranging from the weather in Singapore to the upcoming royal wedding.

Me: Are you on a business trip Jacob?
Jacob: Yup. Iam a sales representative of my company to give a series of demos on medical scopes and cameras. And you?
** His voice dropping one notch lower in volume
Jacob: Is escorting your full day job?
Me: No...Iam currently still a student at the local U.
Jacob: You know something..This is my first time engaging an escort. Just a few days before coming here i had a huge fight with my girlfriend and i guess a break up is inevitable. She is suppose to be with me on this trip. So i came here alone and kinda feeling lonely and bored.
Me: Ohh.... **For some unknown reasons i just did not want to reveal to him that this is my very first escorting job.
Me: Well, for all you know things may not be as bad as you think… ** Trying very hard not to become aunt agony. Time to shift topic.
Me: Well… Shall we make a move? I would like to bring you to this nice little pub…….

We sat rather close to each other in the pub. Its those places with a cosy sofa setting, dim lights and retro love songs playing in the background. I chose this bar because the interiors were sufficiently dark and the seats offer a certain degree of discreetness. To anyone else looking, we looked just like any other ordinary couple. Except that we are not. Iam totally aware that before the night is over he is going to ask me to accompany him back to his hotel room. Should I? He is nice, gentle and attractive….

I could hear my twin clucking her tongue at me. "You are going to sleep with him aren't you? You are going down the path of no-return. You are going to have this weighing on your conscience. You….." I closed my mental door on her, silently I said "Yes, I have to do it for the sake of RQ. Yes, perhaps i do have a weak mind. Should I burn in hell for this so be it."
And hence I went back to laughing and bantering with this man who possibly held my first ever ticket to hell.

Soon he had his arms wrapped around me like morning glory and hands resting on my knees inching dangerously closer to my inner thighs. To my surprise, I felt strangely exhilarating. Its been quite a while since my spilt with Daniel and he has been my first sexual contact.

Suddenly he stop talking, lean forward and place a kiss right on my lips. He must have seen the shock on my face. He smiled and said " I am sorry… You are really pretty and I just could not resist… And… I would like you to keep me accompany for the night. Of course, I will compensate you for your time."

My next sentence marked the start of a string of unusual assignments mostly undertaken during ungodly hours. I hesitated and said "I charge a different rate for night companionships"
Jacob agreed to my price, a lowly 4-digit sum.

His hotel was a 4-star smack right in the middle of Orchard Road. In an ordinary circumstances I would have enjoyed the room view, if not for the butterflies prancing around in my stomach. What am I afraid of? Just imagine that he is Daniel.

I stood facing the window on the pretense that Iam admiring the room view. But the truth is Iam trying my very best to conceal my nervousness. I sensed him coming and braced myself. "Nice view isnt it?" He murmured into my ear.

His hands snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. With my hand on my waist and the other was caressing the inside of my thighs, stroking the fabric of my underwear. I raised both my hands and grasped around the back of his head feeling his warm breath in my ears and down my neck. Somehow the simple act of light caressing had managed to assuage most of my fears and soothed even the most hyperactive butterflies. I emitted a soft moan as one of his fingers slipped inside me, gently opening me up. I was as wet and slippery as an eel. He teased my little forest, gently pulling and tugging at the curly strands. In that instant, I remembered that I have forgotten to shave my nether regions. But he did not seem to mind.

Gradually, he inserted two fingers and began a miniature mining process. I could feel him delicately stroking at my insides. It felt insanely good. We started to french, two shy tongues that quickly escalated into a wrestling match. It is said that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body.

We were actually standing next to the window and anyone could see the both of us in a passionate embrace, that is if they ever have a pair of high powered binoculars.
Slowly, he started to push me against the window and turned me around with my back facing him. We were still fully clothed. Perhaps except my mind. My mind was completely stripped of any thoughts, fears or doubts that were previously present. And literally surrendered to the overwhelming sensation arising from my groin region.

Huskily he whispered: I want to fuck you now
Suddenly I turned my head back to face him: Oh jacob, condoms!
Jacob: You know, when we came into the room I quickly took one from my suitcase and put into my pocket. Thats how much I want you.
Both of us broke into laughter.

He pushed himself against me and the cold window slammed against my anterior body. I could feel the distinct bulge of his male hardness pulsating against my butt. I heard the tearing of the condom and in one swift movement, he lifted up the hem of my dress, pushed aside my panty and attempted to penetrate me. Soon he was gliding in and out with a rhythm on par with my own heartbeat. After 10 minutes he released his grip and pulled out of me.

Jacob: I hope its good for you.
Me: That was pretty intense…. *It was pretty intense because half of the time I was worrying our combined weight might crack the window.
We took our baths together and spend some time cuddling in the bathtub.
It wasn't so bad after all. Ten minutes of hot sex, all in a day's work.
Little did I know the sex-at-the-window is only the hors d'oeuvre.

[SammyNewbie]

Wow... Horny angmoh. Confirm get his money's worth thru the nightz:eek:

[DarkAsh]

Wow... Horny angmoh. Confirm get his money's worth thru the nightz:eek:

bang bang bang .. pls continue:D

[Camel]

Camping for more :D

[bigmannow]

camping here for nex part...

[studdyme]

camping for more!

[curiouslala]

hmm.. beri nice..
i'm getting wet too.. lol

pls continueeee... ^^

:D

[Midnight2U]

well written sis! waiting excitedly for more!:D

[ANowhereMan]

Wow, this is a good diary. Something refreshing. Thumbs up!

[sane]

hmm.. beri nice..
i'm getting wet too.. lol

pls continueeee... ^^

:D

nice story, support too :D

[sane]

Choosing the appropriate clothing, selecting the perfect shades of eyeshadow, blusher and lipstick took me just over an hour to doll up for the interview. Iam not a professional makeup artist but after many Michelle Phan Youtubes I daresay Iam quite adept in the art of disguise.

I like to watch Michelle Phan too, find her v sexy but her makeup is sort of on the heavy side. :)

[diputs1269]

hmm.. beri nice..
i'm getting wet too.. lol

pls continueeee... ^^

:D

So fast wet already :D my diary slightly slightly damp :)

[curiouslala]

nice story, support too :D
lol

I like to watch Michelle Phan too, find her v sexy but her makeup is sort of on the heavy side. :)
me too like to watch michelle phan..
her french boy boy is HOT.. lol

[furritales]

(My 1st blind date Part 2)

He pushed himself against me and the cold window slammed against my anterior body. I could feel the distinct bulge of his male hardness pulsating against my butt. I heard the tearing of the condom and in one swift movement, he lifted up the hem of my dress, pushed aside my panty and attempted to penetrate me. Soon he was gliding in and out with a rhythm on par with my own heartbeat. After 10 minutes he released his grip and pulled out of me.

Jacob: I hope its good for you.
Me: That was pretty intense…. *It was pretty intense because half of the time I was worrying our combined weight might crack the window.
We took our baths together and spend some time cuddling in the bathtub.
It wasn't so bad after all. Ten minutes of hot sex, all in a day's work.
Little did I know the sex-at-the-window is only the hors d'oeuvre.


After the bath we snuggled up to each other on the bed making stupid jokes on each other anatomical parts.

I was wearing the bathrobe as i did not prepared any extra clothing. He was naked save for a pair of black boxer shorts with a prominent swell.

He leaned over to me and slowly planted butterfly kisses on my forehead down to my lips. Very tenderly his tongue wriggled into my mouth and once again our tongues began a small waltz with each other.

Meanwhile he had untied the front of my robe and i felt the cold air descending onto my belly and legs. He started to climb on top of me and I could feel his hardness pressing onto my crotch. 80kg worth of flesh and blood. Contradictory to the term "crushed to death" being weighed down is actually a pleasant sensation.

Starting from my neck he began to trace an imaginary trail using the tip of his tongue right down to the entrance of the most private and sensitive part of my body. During that time my hands were blindly brushing up and down his entire back and as he ventured down south my hands began to assume the role of an industrious shampoo girl. Kneading his head and rousing his hair.

Slowly, using both his hands he spreaded my thighs to the side and started to tease the folds that guard my intimate entrance using his tongue. Soon i felt a wet and tickling sensation inside me. I placed both my cold feet at his shoulders and hands where they originally belong. Right at his head, again. There i was, spread-eagled with his face buried at my privates and my eyes closed enjoying the sizzling moment.

I opened my eyes and saw Jacob grinning down at me. Without a sound he turned away from me and started to lower his buttocks to my face. And it dawned on me that its time for me to reciprocate in kind.

This is the first time i get up close and personal with his manhood and the two accompanying accessories. Its clean-shaven with no prickly stubble or bumps. Smooth like a baby. Hard as stone. I held it between my index finger and my thumb, stuck out my tongue and gave light licks along the shaft and around the circumference of the head.

I was about to engulf his little man into my warm mouth when Jacob raised his body off me and snatched up a foiled condom off the dressing table. He began to push himself against me and soon i was taking all of him in me.

He whispered into my ear: Move with me....

Err... Alright. I tried to move with him in accordance with his speed. My attempts were feeble as he was weighing me down with each thrust of his. I started to close my eyes surrendering myself to the delicious sensation that course through my body.

Suddenly i felt a pair of cold hands cupping my face.
Jacob: Look at me Kerri

I opened my eyes and looked straight into a pair of burning brown eyes. He was panting and moaning at the same time. Whenever i tried to close my eyes simply because its too intense for me he would grasped my hair hard and i will be forced to open my eyes. Our gazes were locked together for as long as our love-making.

I knew he was nearing orgasm when he increased his speed and grunts. Finally he came and collapsed beside me. I sat up and using a tissue paper i removed the condom. He looked up and smiled. He reached out and pulled me close to him.
Slowly we drift away to our own slumberland.

In the morning i woke up first and proceeded to the toilet. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and looked in the mirror. I was momentarily taken back by what i saw in the mirror. I thought i could not recognise the pair of eyes that returned my gaze anymore. They seem cool, distant and collected.

I walked back to the bed and looked down at the sleeping man whom I barely knew for a couple of hours. Yet he had been to places most intimate even to myself. Places i have never known that can bring me to such exhilarating heights.

I need to wake him up as i have classes in the later part of the morning.

Me: Rise and shine *I say softly into his ears as i caress his face.

Jacob: Morning my babe. *He yawn and stretch out languidly.

Me: I have to attend classes later so I have to leave you soon.

He pulled me atop of him and hugged me tightly.

Jacob: Iam going to miss you...
Me: No you wont... When i walk out of this door you are going to forget me. Out of sight out of mind.
Jacob: *laughs*
Jacob: I will be back end of this year for another conference. And i very much would like to see you again. *Winking at me
Me: Of course. Its my pleasure. *You probably would not see me anymore. I would not be in this line till end of the year.

As fate would have it, not only will I see him again, he is to become a mentor to me in an extremely dark art of pleasure.

We exchanged numbers and i walked out of the hotel into the early rays of the morning sun.

As i walked out of the hotel i felt strangely light. Did i left something behind in the room? A quick peek assured me that everthing was in place in my bag. Its only later i realised the reason for the lightness. There seems a small void somewhere in me.

I had just given a part of my soul to the devil.

[JamieRT]

Wow, thanks for sharing! Mind if I ask why you decided to go into this line in the first place?

[curiouslala]

very nice..
looking forward for the next part

[HunterJ]

Oh my... Wonderfully written with a touch of uniqueness...

Thumbs up for you sis.. Thank you for the good read, and many more to come !! ;)

[Johnston]

.? There are two kinds of people who do these things: people who love money or people who love sex.....

Why bring the devil into it...? :D

On another note: the agency takes a cut of your "agreement between adults" pr not?:rolleyes:

[cocknloaded]

would love to read your updates asap sis.. sexiness yet in a classy way. cheers. :)

[SinDellman]

This is quality writing. THANKS!

[furritales]

Thanks to all the support and kind words...Really appreciate it ;)



.? There are two kinds of people who do these things: people who love money or people who love sex.....

Why bring the devil into it...? :D


Unfortunately I have to disagree, no offense though. Not all people who went into this trade love money. In need of money, perhaps, yes.

As for the devil, its just an aphorism on how Kerri sees the skin trade. After all, money is root of all evil.

[TempLust]

Nice writing.

Inne psych. Quite a breath of fresh air from the usual story type of thin plot and graphical carnal description.

Keep it coming and I'll keep cumming for u too.

[jur9]

Quality writing indeed.

Well to go girl

[furritales]

18/3/2011 (Yi Tiao Long)

Dear Diary,

Me: Mei mei!! *Snatching the mouldy half eaten bread from RQ hands*
Me: Ma, why you always keep the bread for so long! You know mei mei always like to climb the table and eat the bread there de!! *Throwing my mum an exasperated look*
Mum: Wow, so fast expired liao.... I didnt realise la.... Sorry!! *My mum's apologetic smile just melt my anger away*
Mum: Actually hor just remove the mouldly part the rest can eat de..... Haha!

I looked at my mother frail frame as she walked back into the kitchen. I feel a pang of guilt for raising my voice at her. She knew the bread is expired but her penny-pinching ways stop her from throwing the bread away. I made a mental note to routinely check the dates of all the food in the house. Especially when you have an intellectually challenged child around.

I sat on the cold floor and tried to make out the colourful twirls and curls that RQ was churning out into the drawing paper and soon to be flowing onto the floor. The school teacher had commented that she is settling in fine and blending in with other children. The loud ringtone of my mobile jar me out of my reverie.

According to Ms L, Malcolm is a local chinese and a regular client of the agency. I suppose that sentence had just raise my anxiety level up several notches. Regular? Does that mean he expect a certain level of standard? How regular he is? What he is going to expect of me? With these questions i went to great world city for my 2nd rendezvous.

He caught my attention even before I knew who he is. Because he was the only male patron in that bristo-bar. The other two tables were female occupants.
Taking a deep breath i walked over to his side. He is in his mid thirties, well dressed and clean-cut. I thought he bears a slight resemblance to the Hong Kong actor Julian Cheung. There is an aura of subtle nobility about him. Probably one of those few that grew up sucking on Tiffany-made silver pacifier.

Me: Hello Iam Kerri...
Malcolm: Hello!!
He has one of the most charming smile i have ever seen in recent years. I was contantly distracted by his pair of dimples.
Malcolm: You are the new girl?
Me: Yes. Why? *New girl? More like fresh meat.*
Malcolm: XYX agency hasnt had any recruitment for quite some time. So, imagine my surprise when I was told there is a new lady. And a gorgeous one at that. * The pair of dimples accompanied his every sentence.
Me: *Blush* Hahaa..Thanks... That really make my day.
Malcolm: Want to place an order for drinks or food?
*I ordered a plate of assorted vegetables and soup of the day.*
Malcolm: No beers for you? They are famous for their in-house beers.
Me: As funny as its sounds, but I do not take alcoholic drinks. I will get stomachaches. I guess Iam alcohol-intolerance.
Malcolm: I am not into heavy liquors either. I get horniness-intolerance. *He winked at me and gave me a cheeky smile*
Me: You mean you get horny easier when you are drunk ah? *Giggle* I better not come near you when you are drinking…..

We share our empathy for the victims of the Japanese tsunami and gossip about the upcoming royal wedding.

After the meal he brought me to an underground club situated in a 5 star hotel in Orchard. The two burly bouncers manning the entrance smiled knowingly at him. The interiors of the club was nothing short of posh. Red woody hues coupled with the pleasing dark lighting. Well, I rarely frequent clubs, pubs and such, hence my exposure to them was pretty limited. He must have noticed the awe in my face.
Malcolm: Very neat place isnt it? One of my favourite places to hang out. *He made an exaggerated motion of trying to collect the imaginery saliva drooling from my mouth*
Me: *Laughs* I can see why you like it here.... *Pointing to small groups of skimpily-clad ladies*

There seems to be alot of ladies than men here and...... they look kind of identical. Heavy makeup, tight short dresses with ample cleavage, killer stilettos and sultry smiles.
We were seated in a dark corner and I was soaking in the sights floating around of me.
Live band....
Service staff scurrying to and fro....
Couples cozying up to each other…

Me: Are these ladies some sort of bar hostess? * Pointing to those dress-to-kill ladies*
Malcolm: No... They are social escorts...
Me: Ahhh…. I see!! * So, Iam one of them...*
Malcolm: Alot of people who come here are pretty well-to-do not to mention the hotel guests as well...
Its pretty convenient you see.... Hook-up and a room is just up above you.

Where there is plenty of honey, there come the bees. However in this case there is a reversal of roles. The honey is the men and bees the women.
Its a heady mix of class and sleaze in that club.

Malcolm: *Inaudible whispers*
Me: Sorry..I beg your pardon?
Malcolm: You look far away...A penny for your thoughts? *His left hand was curled around my waist and he brought me closer to his side*
Me: Oh nothing really..
Malcolm: I can bring you here again whenever you like.
Me: Thanks. I would love that.
Malcolm: So, any plans for tonight?

His intentions were as clear as the crystals but somehow i was not mentally prepared to "Hook-Up-The-room-Is-Just-Above-You". Should I reject him? Can I really be just a social escort minus the extra-curricular activities? The answer were out of my mouth even before i had time to contemplate it.

Me: No special plans yet.... *Looking at my watch*
Me: Do you still want me to keep you accompany after 12? *He has booked me only till midnight*
Malcolm: Sure!! *Grinning from ear to ear*
Malcolm: How much do you charge for Yi Tiao Long service?
Me: Huh? What Long?! *Giving him a perplexed look*

He gave a loud chuckle and placed his mouth near my ear. I could feel the roughness of his stubble grazing my jawline.

Malcolm: I mean how much you charge for full service?
I assumed the full service he meant is sex and I quoted him a sum. He returned me a figure that was $500 off the original amount.

Me: Erm...Sorry but i charge this much for after-hours companion services. *Giving him a shy smile but my eyes were saying "Take-it-or-leave-it"*
Malcolm: Ok ok... You really drive a hard bargain huh... *Flashing that dimpled killer smile*

We continued our little tete-a-tete about his extensive travels to far flung corners of the globe. Places I can only visit in my dreams. Family business dealing with timber. Iam increasingly aware of a constant pressure on the side of my bosom. His left hand has graduated from resting on my waist to kneading my left breast.

Malcolm: Shall we leave? I would like to show you my house. *There is a hungry expression on his face which has nothing to do with food*

His house is a two-bedroom apartment just a stone throw away from Great world city. A typical bachelor pad with dark wood flooring, avant garde furniture and clean lines.

Once the door is locked he held me in his arms and tenderly kiss me on the lips. We were just standing in the living room, ajoined at the hips and saundered around the Philippe Starck coffee table. His large and warm hands went down to the small of my back and slowly snaking down to my butt. The fabric of my black dress provide the only insulation from his scorching touch. Slowly he started to lift up the hem of my skirt and caress my butt and slipping the whole of his hand inside my panty exploring every nook and cranny.

Malcolm: Wow panty huh?
Me: Err.....What about my panty?
Malcolm: So far the escorts that I have met wore either thongs, G-strings or nothing. I think you are the only one that wore panties. Somemore it feels like School girl panties. Let me see....
*He lifted the front of my skirt and revealed a pair of pink Younghearts polkadot cotton panty.*
Me: *Laugh* Huh nothing?! Serious? You mean they wear their dresses with no underwear?!!
Malcolm: Yup! *Grinning*
Me: Why would they do that?
Malcolm: Sexy mah..... *Flashing that to-die-for dimpled grin again*
Me: Err...Ok.... I do go without panties before...Many many times...
Malcolm: *Eyes widening* Wow! Really?!!!
Me: Yeah... When Iam bathing or sleeping......

He threw back his head and gave hearty roar, pulling me closer to him and his hardness.

[LovePotion]

Keep up the good work :)

[tijou]

Sis...interesting...camping!".. sis.. u shop in Space ar.."philip starck..

[furritales]

(Con't)

He held me in his arms and tenderly kiss me on the lips. We were just standing in the living room, ajoined at the hips and engaging in a small waltz. His large and warm hands went down to the small of my back and slowly snaking down to my butt. The fabric of my black dress provide the only insulation from his scorching touch. Slowly he started to lift up the hem of my skirt and caress my butt and slipping the whole of his hand inside my panty exploring every nook and cranny.

Malcolm: Wow panty huh?
Me: Err.....What about my panty?
Malcolm: So far the escorts that I have met wore either thongs, G-strings or nothing. I think you are the only one that wore panties. Somemore it feels like School girl panties. Let me see....
*He lifted the front of my skirt and revealed a pair of pink Younghearts polkadot cotton panty.*
Me: *Laugh* Huh nothing?! Serious? You mean they wear their dresses with no underwear?!!
Malcolm: Yup! *Grinning*
Me: Why would they do that?
Malcolm: Sexy mah..... *Flashing that to-die-for dimpled grin again*
Me: Err...Ok.... I do go without panties before...Many many times...
Malcolm: *Eyes widening* Wow! Really?!!!
Me: Yeah... When Iam bathing or sleeping......

He threw back his head and gave hearty roar, pulling me closer to him and his hardness.

Without any warning he bend down, scoop me up and carry me to a room. He sat me up at the edge of the bed and look down at me.
Slowly he unbuckled his belt, unzipped and lowered his checkered boxers. He brought his turgid member probably just an inch away from my mouth. My lips went round his pinkish smooth head and gave gentle nips before enclosing it with my mouth.

Malcolm: Kerri, Dont use your teeth... Use your lips
*He demonstrate an action of folding his lips inward.*
I smiled, curled my lips against his shaft and move back and forth.

Malcolm: Wooooooo..... Damn...Kerri.... Stop
He closed his eyes, inhaled and slowly opened his eyes. I looked straight into his black iris and felt a chill. His eyes were as cold as the grave.
He grabbed hold of my wrist and leaded me into the ensuite bathroom. He backed me up against the cold marble wall and started to kiss me. It was tender and sweet at the beginning.

His fingers were frantically trying to pull down my dress from the shoulders. Did he forget that my dress has a zipper? I pushed him forward to flex one hand to my back so that I can reach the zipper. Before I can locate it he shove me against the wall knocking the wind off me.

I yelped and tried to push him away with my hands but to no avail. He is simply too strong.
His mouth was forcefully latched onto mine, starting a tongue battle which i had zero chance of winning. What ever happened to that tenderness?
I twisted my head to one side, hoping to get some fresh air and away from his relentless mouth.
But his hand came up, holding my jaw in a death grip and force his tongue through my lips. I raised both my palms and placed them on his chest attempting to push him away.

Me: Malcolm! *He released me and took a step back*
Me: What was that for? Its hurting you know... *Massaging my sore jawline*
Malcolm: Sorry! I was too carried away... Sorry. ..Sorry.... *Giving me a sheepish look*
He came close to my side and instinctively i took a step back.

Many thoughts were racing through my mind.
I want to return him the monies and get out of here..
But am I overreacting?
Maybe he did really get carried away..

He could see the fear in my eyes.

Malcolm: You can leave if you want to.. Iam so sorry.. I had a stressful week maybe thats why..
Me: Ok. Give me a minute *I walk out of the room and came back with a thick envelope that contain my fee for the night*
Me: I need to return this to you.
Malcolm: Its alright. I would like you to keep it.
I was taken back at his generiosity and decided to give him another chance hoping i will not regret the decision.

Me: Ok. If you do not want to take it back then I will not leave.
Malcolm: Really?! You will not go anymore? *He resembled a little boy who had just been told his favourite candy store is opened.
Me: Yeah. As long as you are not trying to swallow my tongue! *I laugh and walked out of the room*

After returning the money to my bag, I found him standing at the doorway looking at me intently. He strolled over to me and slowly pulled down the zipper of my dress revealing my black bra and pink panty.
There is a weird expression on his face that send shivers down my spine.

Malcolm: Are you cold?
Me: I guess so. *Please do not make me regret staying back*
Malcolm: Come, I want to show you something. *He held my hand and lead me into the room once again*
He went to the wardrobe and brought out a piece of white fabric with many ribbons. Its a corset. Very exquisite looking.

Malcolm: I would like you to wear this.
Without waiting for my reply he stand behind me and wrap the corset around my bosom.
With each forceful tug of the ribbon I felt a small amount of air rushing out of me.
When he had finished tying up the last knot my body was screaming for air.
Me: Malcolm....I cannot....breathe!
Malcolm: Just relax.. Shhhh.. *Hugging me from behind and tenderly stroking my hair*

God...What did I got myself into?
He pulled me onto the bed and lay atop me adding to the unbearable pressure on my chest.
When he started to nuzzle my neck, an unspeakable sensation overcame me. A thrill borne out of a desperation to breathe coupled with the delicious grazing on my neck.
I arched my back as he moved down to my privates. He peeled off my panty, pushed my legs wide apart and stared at me for a long time.

I had never felt such raw vulnerability. Like a caged animal.

[furritales]

He stripped off his boxers, fumbled with the rubber and forced himself onto me. It was a one way street. He did not stop pushing till his entire shaft was in me.
I was too busy concentrating on getting air into my lungs that i did not notice he was pinning my hands down really hard.

The more I struggled the harder his thrusts.
The more I struggled the more excited he became.

And then he eased off me, pulling me onto my knees and entered from behind. Pounding away like a jackhammer.
After 15 minutes he gave a loud groan and flopped himself onto me, crushing me with his body.

Me: Malcolm, Can help me to undo the knot at the back for me? Its very tight!
No response.
Me: Malcolm! *Out of sheer frustration, I bite his hand which is resting near to my face*
Malcolm: Ouch!!
Me: Wei! Can untie the corset or not?!
Malcolm: *Chuckling* No.... I like to see you like this...
Malcolm: Hmmm... I can see alittle bit of chilli padi blood in you.. Maybe.. Have you ever tried role-play?

I refused to answer him and kept quiet. Because I had no clue what he was saying and I was really exhausted from all the breathing efforts.
Role-play? Momentarily the dark thrill I felt at the beginning flashed through my mind. It seems forbidden and ominous but forbidden stuff are always thrilling. Aren't they?

I felt him heaved off me and loosening my corset. A gush of fresh cold air flooded my lungs. I could feel his hot breath on my back and a wet tickling sensation.
Me: What are you doing Mal?
Malcolm: Giving you a catbath.
Me: What bath? *Trying to flip over and see.*
Malcolm: Don't move... Be still!
He planted light butterfly kisses and licks down my back and my buttocks.

Me: *Laughing* Hey! You are at the wrong hole! Thats my asshole!
Malcolm: Yup I know.. I just want to lick your asshole..
Me: Why would you want to lick the dirtiest hole in the whole body?! (Btw, the dirtiest hole in the body is the mouth and navel)
Malcolm: This is called ass rimming.. By the way your hole is not dirty, its very clean and smell nice!

He got up and pulled me into the bathroom.

Me: Hey you are not kissing me after kissing my butt-hole! *Pushing his face playfully away as he attempt to kiss me*
All of a sudden, he held me in a choke-hold and back me up the wall.

Malcolm: *Eyes blazing and voice hissing* If I want to kiss you now what are you going to do about it?
I frowned and stared at him hard. He seems to get my message and relax his grip on my neck.
Malcolm: Just kidding. Come, Lets bath together. *Holding my hand and leading me beneath the grohe rain shower.*

I did not believe that was meant to be a joke.

After the bath I curled up onto the bed slowly sinking into silent bliss while Mr Jekyll-MrHyde worked on his laptop.
Somewhere deep in the middle of night, I was briefly woken up by a naked and warm body snuggling close to me. I pretended to be deep in sleep but for some reason my body went into sympathetic mode. I was prepared for flight or fight.
I stayed awake for about 15 minutes before I heard the first snore. The last thing on my mind was my twin berating me on the perils of sleeping with men with spilt personalities.

I woke up to the aroma of bacon and eggs. On.My.Body. There were bite-size pieces of sausage, bacon and a sunny-side-up spread along randomly from my breasts to my public hair. I turned my head to the side and saw him grinning down at me. Naked and roused hair. I thought Mr JekyllHyde look good enough to eat.

Me: Malcolm! What is this?! *Rolling my eyes at him and throwing the food at him*
Malcolm: Hey! No no you are not doing that! *Laughing and holding my hand*
In a swift move, he swung his leg over and sat astride me.

Malcolm: Don't you know? You are my breadfast this morning.
The next 90 minutes was like a trip to disneyland.
He made love with a sexiness that borders around a hint of ravage, yet at the same time he was charming, tender and sweet. Imagine a dark Valrhona with a dollop of whip cream.

For the first time in my life on that particular morning, I finally understood the meaning of orgasm.

We had a genuine breadfast together before he drove me home. He said he will look for me again in two weeks time when he is back from a working trip. Half of me was hesitant because of his obscure personality but the other half could not forget the most delicious sensations she ever felt.

[curiouslala]

wow.. very nice sis..
looking forward for the continuation..

[Sullen]

Please continue!

Really looking forward, very well written and entertaining thus far.

[eeemen]

Interesting insights into your life. Thanks for taking time n effort to share . Camping to support. Cheers, ........................

[furritales]

So sorry for the long hiatus.... :p

25/3/2011
(Silence is not the absence of something, but the presence of everything )

He is a tourist. Says he is from States. But he is only interested in girls that can provide sexual services. So if you agree to this assignment, whether you are comfortable with him or not you still have to provide sex at the end of the day. Are you ok with this Kerri?"

I was riding the train when my agent called. For some reason her voice seemed to broadcast out of my mobile on this particular day. I looked around conspicuously hoping no one heard the scandalous conversation.

I agreed to the assignment and subjected myself to an hour of berating from my twin.

"Are you that desperate for monies Kerri?"
"The monies you had earned so far was enough to cover RQ exorbitant school fees for the next 3 months"
"You are placing yourself in immediate danger by meeting him in the hotel room"
"What if he is a psychopath?"

A small bitter laugh escaped me. The lady sitting right opposite me looked at me. Thankfully I had my ear phones on. I launched into a conversation with kelvin Kern who was playing "Fairy Wings" in my ears.

"Haha...yeah...right...hahaa haha...ok see you bye."

I steal a glance at the lady. She had went back to her heavily thumbed "Daily bread".

What if he is a psychopath? Throughout the entire night the phrase repeated itself inside my mind like a mantra.


The hotel was a small classy boutique hotel situated near Bugis.

He was only in his jeans when the door opened. Mr psychopath-from-States was nothing I imagined him to be. Dark olive skin, short dark curly hair, long eyelashes (that I would died for), a shy face with regular boyish features. He is seriously cute. And did I mention broad-chested as well? He does not look a day over 20.

Me: Hola! Are you Felix?
Felix: *Nodding his head*
Handshakes and hugs were exchanged.
Me: You have a nice place here.

It was like a mini suite. The entrance lead to an open air patio flanked by a retro-style bathroom and a dark wall-panelled bedroom. The design concept was a fusion of chic and class.

I turned and saw him smiling at me. He was holding a piece of paper and pen. On the paper was written: Iam hearing impaired. Sorry. Can we write on paper?

I think time stood still for a couple of seconds on that particular day. At least for me.
I quickly regained my composure, went over to his side and scribbled on the paper.

Me: Its not a problem for me. *Flashing a sweet grin at him*
Me: Oh...May I know who is that guy that book this appointment on your behalf?
Felix: That is my brother. The company send him here for work stuff and I come along. A vacation for me.
Me: Oh ok.

More scribbling.

Felix: Have you eaten?
Me: No. What about you?
Felix: No. Do you know of any place where they serve nice local food?
Me: Sure. Lets go!

I brought him to a food court in a shopping mall. Plenty of nice local food at reasonable prices. We communicated through typing on our mobile phones and numerous nods-shakes of the head. We must have been quite a sight. An inter-racial couple who did not display any verbal communication yet giggles and laughter were rampant.

I simply adored Felix. It could be because we are of the same age. We hold hands. I felt as if Iam on a date.

I ordered fried prawn mee, beef noodles, chicken rice, nasi lemak and ice kachang. Surprisingly we were able to finish 80% of the food. Not surprisingly, Chicken rice is his favourite.

We chat or rather text like bosom friends. He was born in Spain and the whole family migrated to the States when he was still a baby. When he was 4 years old he lost his hearing when a new year celebration that involved fire crackers went awry.

His face was grim and shrouded in a pained expression as he relate the incident. Though he could not remember the incident well but as he grew up he knew he was vastly different from the norm. The pathetic gazes and concessional treatment are part and parcel of his life. I turned to face him and gave him a hug.

Me: You are very brave (Smiley icon)
Me: What has happen has happen. One should always look forward not backward. What dosen't kill you only make you stronger.
Felix: Thanks. You are one of the few strangers within 30 minutes upon meeting me that does not treat me as handicap.
Me: Oh really? How can you tell?
Felix: Trust me. When you do not have any hearing you rely heavily on sight and intuition. And of course practice made perfect. I have met countless of people in my life and I have learn to read body languages and facial expressions.
Me: Wow. Thanks. Iam really honoured to be one of those few. *Smile smile*

Felix: Because of my handicap, I have difficulty in romancing girls. I can't whisper sweet-nothings in their ears and most often communication is the cause of the breakdown in my previous relationships.
Me: Don't worry. You are still so young, you will meet someone who will cherish you for what you are.
Felix: Young? Iam almost 30. Most of my friends and relatives of my age are married with kids.
Me: Oh my goodness! I thought you are only 20!

We both laughed aloud together. After the hearty meal we took a cab down to Orchard. He came to a halt in front of a sex toy shop.

Felix: I would like to buy something. Would you help me? *Eyes twinkling*
Me: Sure. What do you want to buy?
Felix: A strap-on vibrator. For pegging.
Me: *Shaking my head* For pegging? What is pegging?

Without replying me, he grab my hand and lead me into the sex shop. This is my first trip into the land of forbidden toys.

It was dark inside but with sufficient light to see what you are holding. The shop was categorised according to type and function of products sold. One area displayed kinky tongue-in-cheek novelty. Half of the shop was dedicated to all lengths and sizes of vibrators and gels. There is a particular nook which interest me greatly. Sensual lingerie and uniforms which left little to no imagination.

Felix motioned me to follow him. We came to a stop in front of shelf displaying numerous realistic looking dildos. There is something different with these toys. Attached to the sides are straps or belts that enable one to wear around the waist.

Felix took out his mobile and began to type.

Felix: Choose one
Me: For me? Why? I do not use dildos.
Felix: *Grinning* For us. Come on, just choose one.

I glanced at the galore of vibrators and pointed to a neon pink 6 inch dildo. I like the colour and the ribbed end at the tip. And it was also one of the shortest and less intimidating among the humongous counterparts.

After choosing the lovely sexual innovation, Felix guided me back to the sexy uniform section.

Felix: Choose all that you like.
Me: Ok. Thanks!

I had a hard time choosing the one that I truly like. Because I like them all. But I only wanted to choose one because they do not come cheap. He must have seen me eyeballing the price tag on each item.

Felix: Take all if you want
Me: Iam trying to choose one I really like. Have patience please.
Felix: Iam usually a patient person. But not today especially with a pretty lady standing so close to me.

I laughed and smacked him on the head with the nurse uniform I was holding. He proceeded to take down each design hanging from the array of hooks.
I held him back and shake my head at him. He threw me an amused look and grabbed my wrist pulling me to the cashier.

My face turned to a colour of beet red when Felix placed the brightly coloured novelty on the cashier table. But the pretty cashier was nonchalant as if she was checking out groceries in a supermarket.

In the cab on the way back to the hotel Felix was slowly stroking my thigh. I placed my handbag onto my knee lest the driver got curious and decided to look in the rear mirror. Because we are a quiet couple that kept giggling and looking at our mobiles.

His fingers are now busy inching closer to my moist privates. Gently, he pry apart the panty and slip a finger in.

Felix: Its drizzling there!
Me: *Laugh aloud* Do you need an umbrella then?
Felix: I need a rubber umbrella. Wanna explore the rain forest. *He turned his head and began to nibble my earlobe*

In an instant, something crucial came into my mind. And I began to struggled mentally how to approach the subject to Felix.

[kabuki]

*slow clap*

[ANowhereMan]

Welcome back sis: )
Great job!

[coolcam]

Wow you really have a great command of English. Nice story!

[eeemen]

Can't wait to read what happens next!! Do carry onz pls. Thanks n cheers, ........................

[bigmannow]

camping here... welcum back :)

[Chanelfingers]

So sorry for the long hiatus.... :p


His fingers are now busy inching closer to my moist privates. Gently, he pry apart the panty and slip a finger in.

Felix: Its drizzling there!
Me: *Laugh aloud* Do you need an umbrella then?
Felix: I need a rubber umbrella. Wanna explore the rain forest. *He turned his head and began to nibble my earlobe*

In an instant, something crucial came into my mind. And I began to struggled mentally how to approach the subject to Felix.
Let me guess... You forgot to tell him, staying after midnight is charged differently?

[furritales]

Let me guess... You forgot to tell him, staying after midnight is charged differently?

Hahaa... No.. but I think you are rather close :p :p

[curiouslala]

you're one of a great story teller..
you should publish this into a book!

hmm.. even some of the novelist out there not this good..

[furritales]

you're one of a great story teller..
you should publish this into a book!

hmm.. even some of the novelist out there not this good..

Thanks sis lala for the sweet compliment :p
I did thought of that... Self publish on Amazon where there are alot of amateur erotic authors. Well, perhaps maybe possibly one day I will.. :)

[kittymae]

Descriptive And really taking the effort to pen the details. Come out of my silence to support :)

[eeemen]

Anymore updates ?? Waiting anxiously!! Thanks n cheers, ........................

[Kingpin69]

Nice story sis, awaiting anxiously for your story to continue.:)

[furritales]

25/3/2011 Part two

In the cab on the way back to the hotel Felix was slowly stroking my thigh. I placed my handbag onto my knee lest the driver got curious and decided to look in the rear mirror. Because we are a quiet couple that kept giggling and looking at our mobiles.

His fingers are now busy inching closer to my moist privates. Gently, he pry apart the panty and slip a finger in.

Felix: Its drizzling there!
Me: *Laugh aloud* Do you need an umbrella then?
Felix: I need a rubber umbrella. Wanna explore the rain forest. *He turned his head and began to nibble my earlobe*

In an instant, something crucial came into my mind. And I began to struggled mentally how to approach the subject to Felix.
I reckon there is no politically correct way around where money is concern. Normally the client will prepared my fee in an envelope and pass to me within the first 30 minutes of our meeting. And I usually will not hesitate to drop a subtle hint if they ever forget about it. However on this particular evening I had seemingly broken all rules of the game. It was an unusual yet unexpected mistake on my part. For the first time I had allowed myself to be ruled emotionally which is deemed as dangerous in this industry.

Me: Hey I just want to check with you whether did my agency brief you on the fee?
Felix: Oh yes! Iam sorry. Totally put that out of my mind. Will pass the fee to you later. *Flashing a apologetic look*
Me: Its ok. No worries.

Very soon we reached the hotel. It is said that the mind and body are one entity. But tonight I felt they are of two different beings. My mind was worrying about the mysterious pegging while the body was tingling with lustful anticipation.

Once the hotel room was closed, Felix pulled me close to him and gave me a deep passionate french kiss. He released me and made a hand gesture asking me to wait while he went to his luggage. He came over and handed me a cream-coloured envelope bearing the boutique hotel intricately embossed logo.

I put the thick wad of cash inside my bag and put it aside. In any other circumstances I would usually excused myself to the bathroom to count the monies. But not today.

Careful Kerri
Its ok. I trust him.
Sigh.

He was sitting at the side of the bed and motioning me to look at my mobile.

Felix: Don't come over. Do a striptease for me.

Years of So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance series and an ardent fan of Shakira had taught me well. I selected Shakira Ojos Asi from my playlist and started to sway my hips. My hands went to the top button of my black blouse and slowly undo each and every button except the middle one, creating a peek-a-boo effect.

From where I was standing I could clearly see his laboured breathing. A sign of arousal. Moving in a snail pace towards him, I began to fiddle with the button on my dress. His soulful eyes were transfixed on my bosom.

I turned around with my buttocks facing him and continued to do a Zoey Jakes inspired serpentine dance.
A pair of hands gripped my waist and spun me around. There was so much longing in that pair of brown eyes. I brushed off his hands like I would to an annoying housefly.

He gave me a wolfish grin with a faint tremor of amusement. He placed his palms behind his back, slightly leaned back and followed my every movement.
The stage is all set. Somehow I seems to slip into the role of a temptress effortlessly. My arms and body slithering through the cold air like a seasoned dancer with an occasional hitch-up of my dress for a quick glimpse of my black G-string. Each time his hands attempted to touch me I would flick it away implying a see-no-touch message.

I danced closer and closer to him. Soon I was up close and personal with him. His face was in close proximity of my breasts. I looked down into his eyes and caressed his face. In one swift move he embraced my waist and laid me down onto the bed. We shared a deep lingering kiss.

He unhooked my bra and buried his face into my chest gently nibbling at the pair of pink nipples. The temptress spirit in me is still very much alive. I pushed him away and tried to get on top of him. A mini fight ensued.

He feigned defeat and allowed me to straddle him.
I caught hold of both his arms and pin them under my knees. I was sitting just directly on his groin and applying slight pressure onto his hardening bulge. Lowering my chest onto his chest, I brought my face close to his and looked straight into his intense gaze. He raised his head and attempted to kiss me but i clutched at his hair and forced it back down. Starting from his nose, I began to plant barely-there light kisses down to his navel stopping at the hem of his jeans and totally ignored the intumescence at his groin area.

Iam surprised at this provocative side of me. There is something about the ambience and my target of pleasure that facilitate this flow of abundance. Or it could be the influence of the titillating music. I seemed to flow from one movement to another in accordance to The Pussycat Dolls.

I stop my trail of kisses and knelt between his legs. He reached out for his mobile on the side table.

Felix: I want you to fuck me now.

Ignoring my bewildered look, he got off the bed and came back with the neon pink dildo and a tube of jelly. He shrugged off his jeans and boxer exposing his proud turgid penis. It was clean shaven.

He pulled me to my feet, removing my dress and undies and strapped the dildo around my hips. In an instant, I had an inkling of pegging.
True enough, he got to all fours on the bed and looked at me like an eager puppy awaiting his treats.

I applied a generous amount of kY jelly on the pink shaft and positioned myself at the entrance of his butt. I tried to stifle a giggle but remembered that he could not hear me at all. Somehow the entire situation reeked of hilarity. I let out a hearty laugh and began to penetrate him.

Holding him at his hips I gently pushed the dildo deep into him. His loud moans of ecstasy accompanied each advancing thrust of mine. Soon I was sliding in and out of his enlarged anal hole.

After fifteen minutes at this altered carnal act, I started to get a little bored and a little weary. I increased my momentum and went into him like an enraged bull hoping he will have an orgasm at the shortest possible time. His soft moans had crescendoed to screams that can rivalled fans of Justin Bieber.
And precisely because he is deaf, his screams were unusually loud.

When he finally came, we collapsed together in a heap. He was still in his seventh heaven while I collapsed from the physical exertion and exhaustion. I felt him removing my artificial tool and slowly caressing my body. His touch was soft and gentle yet inquisitive. He slide down the bed and I felt a pair of warm hands spreading my legs apart.

With my eyes still closed, I located his head and began to tug at his hair lightly. His tongue was tickling the sides of my privates and slowly advancing into the folds. In a short while, he did something which bring me into a state of euphoria.

[furritales]

25/3/2011 Part three
Cont'd

When he finally came, we collapsed together in a heap. He was still in his seventh heaven while I collapsed from the physical exertion and exhaustion. I felt him removing my artificial tool and slowly caressing my body. His touch was soft and gentle yet inquisitive. He slided down the bed and I felt a pair of warm hands spreading my legs apart.

With my eyes still closed, I located his head and began to tug at his hair lightly. His tongue was tickling the sides of my privates and slowly advancing into the folds. Then he did something which bring me to a state of euphoria.

While he was deep tonguing me, I felt a finger probing my anus and it did not take long for it to go in. The sensation was spectacular. While the tonguing was deliciously ticklish and pleasurable, the anus was squirmish and painful. The combination of these sensations at opposite ends of the spectrum send me reeling into ecstasy.

The rest of the session were a cookie cutter from any ordinary lovemaking.

After a hot steam bath, we went down to a nearby pub. We were seated outside the pub in those low deep single seat chaise. People of all sorts were milling around. Its been a long time since i felt truly relaxed while just watching the world passes by me. Felix was telling me about the different escort services from various countries he has been engaging all these years.

Felix: ...and when I open the door she was dressed from head to toe in a latex-like jumper! You know, for a moment I thought its spider woman.

*laugh

Me: So what did she did to you? Is she fierce?
Felix: She is very stern and not smiling. Very very dominatrix. I guess she is for the very hard-core... But since I have engage her services..there is no turning back.
Me: Oh my god! *Laugh
Felix: The best thing is... She made me lick her boots! And i refused.. So she said as a form of punishment she will have to tie up my balls and spank me... *Aghast look

Me: *Laughing loudly
Felix: That was the last time I engage a dominatrix services. I was really clueless at that time and just called one out of curiosity without finding out more. *Shaking his head

Me: So that was your most memorable so far?

Felix: *Pausing a few seconds to think* Rather its unpleasantly most memorable. The rest were rather predictable and nothing worth mentioning.
Felix: Enough of me... How about your most memorable client?

Me: *cocks my head to a side* Ermm... I don't have any of yet maybe because I am quite new to this line. *Shy smile
Felix: Oh really? I thought you are very experienced. *Chuckles*
Felix: Hope you do not mind me asking this. You are a very nice girl.. In fact, one of the nicest i have ever met. Not just physically, but i think as a friend you are very nice. Nice in the heart. Sorry i do not have good English. So if I offend you I say sorry. I just want to know why you are doing this? If you are not comfortable to answer please don't answer it.

Me: Nobody wants to work in the skin trade. At least i do not want to. But sometimes life put you in situations where you just have to deal with it rather than complain and whine

Felix: I am impressed. You are so young yet you have the maturity of a 40 year old
Me: *Laugh* Wow! Say until I am so old

Me: My sister died of postpartum hemorrhage in penang. Because her husband stay there. My niece was then given to the her husband and parents to foster. But then when she was diagnosed with having asperger syndrome they return the child to us.

Felix: *Shock look* You mean once they found out that the child has problems they do not want her anymore?! How could they do that?
Me: *Sad smile* We could not say no. Could we? It is my niece after all. If i will to reject her there is no one else anymore. It is already very traumatize to lost her mother and to add salt to wound her father don't even want her. We are her last ray of hope. So how can we say no?

Me: My father was the breadwinner in the family but he passed away 4 years ago. We could get on just fine for he did left behind a sum of money. But now mom is getting old and there comes along my niece. I really want the best for her. Hence I enroll her in special schools which is exorbitant. And she has many health problems too. We tried borrowing money from relatives. But they told us since she has so many problems why don't we just keep her at home and just feed her. If she would to die then it is her fate. Why do we still need to send her to school and do all the expensive treatment? I told them if she is their own daughter would they still do that? After that they just keep quiet. From then on I tell myself if i have to beg for help from relatives i rather beg myself.

Felix took hold of my hand and gave a tight squeeze.

Me: I love my mom and my niece. And i will do anything to give them the very best. I know it is not right to do this... But well... I am not perfect. My philosophy in life is simple. If i cant do any good, then i don't do any harm to any living beings too.

Felix: You have my respect. You know I am not a saint either. I have for many occasions hurt people for the sake of money. It is very bad and it has been on my conscience all the time. I very much agree with you. If someone cannot do any good in his life he should not do any bad too. Maybe I will do some good now by giving this lovely lady a kiss.

He came near to me and we locked our lips in a long passionate kiss.

Me: Hey don't do that anymore. So awkward and the people at the next table kind of giving us dirty looks
Felix: *Laugh* Ignore them. They are just jealous I am kissing a gorgeous gal. Lets not talk about unhappy stuff. Lets talk kinky. I want to know your fantasy?

Me: Fantasy? Mmmm... Does wanting to make love to enrique iglesias counts as a fantasy?
Felix: *Laugh* If that is a fantasy then I think I have over a thousand of them. All the models of Victoria Secrets, Sports Illustrated....

We both roar with laughter.

Me: What is your fantasy?
Felix: *Pause for a few seconds and then look at me* I have many levels of fantasies. On the superficial level are threesomes... Orgies... The next inner level would be light bondage alittle spanking... You know, alittle rough sex of sorts.
Me: Oh ok. Then the deepest level?

He look up from his mobile and gaze at me coolly.

Felix: Trust me.. You wouldn't want to know that level of mine.
Me: Tell me... Nothing can scare me, really...

At this moment, I was overwhelmed by curiosity to care about anything else. What could be his deepest fantasy?

Me: Let me guess? Participating in porn movie? Be a porn star? Or fantasies on your sister-in-law?

Felix: *Laugh* These belong to 2nd level my dear.

Me: Oh.. Then? Tell me tell me....

Felix: If i tell you, you must fulfill this fantasy.

I look up from my mobile and saw him smiling an enigmatic smile

Felix: So how? Do we have a deal?

A voice loomed inside my head. KERRI, CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT!!
It cant be that bad. Maybe it is sex in public.

Me: Ok. I promise to help you fulfill it. So tell me!

Felix: *Laugh* Ok. You cannot back down.

Me: I wont chicken out. I promise.

[highlysex]

Wow sister great story please continue soon , setting up tent here:)

[lmfwtw]

Camping for more :D

[hustlaV]

Tent all up and standing by

[SammyNewbie]

I have been away for abit, until a couple of interesting threads were sent to my mail. It is awesome BTW. =)

[furritales]

25/3/2011 finale
Cont'd

At this moment, I was overwhelmed by curiosity to care about anything else. What could be his deepest fantasy?

Me: Let me guess? Participating in porn movie? Be a porn star? Or fantasies on your sister-in-law?

Felix: *Laugh* These belong to 2nd level my dear.

Me: Oh.. Then? Tell me tell me....

Felix: If i tell you, you must fulfill this fantasy.

I look up from my mobile and saw him smiling an enigmatic smile

Felix: So how? Do we have a deal?

A voice loomed inside my head. KERRI, CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT!!
It cant be that bad. Maybe it is sex in public.

Me: Ok. I promise to help you fulfill it. So tell me!

Felix: *Laugh* Ok. You cannot back down.

Me: I wont chicken out. I promise.

Felix: Ok. My deepest fantasy is Rape.

I look straight at him wide-eyed

Me: Rape?! How? *I made an exaggerated gesture of shrinking away from him*

Felix: *Laugh* Of course, not the real rape. Its called non consensual consensual rape. Its just another role-play. Just that it is quite on the extreme level.
Felix: *Grinning* You promise you promise.... I am just kidding. You do not have to fulfill it.

Me: Mmmm.. Have you really play this rape fantasy before?
Felix: Not exactly. I have tried several attempts but all failed. It take just a giggle or a fake scream to spoil it all... Yeah, it is not easy to really act it like the real thing. A lot of details...like the specific actions, sounds and most important is the emotions.
Felix: Do i sound like a pervert to you?
Me: Yup... A little. *Giggle*
Me: Just kidding. I believe everyone has a dark side to him. And it will do no good to suppress them.
Felix: Would you ever consider playing this role-play with me?

Now, this question warranted a good amount of consideration. He must have seen the deliberation on my face.

Felix: I do not want you to give me an answer now. You have 2 months to think about it
Me: 2months?
Felix: Yes I am coming again in 2 months time for work stuff. And of course... I want to see you.

Oh come on Kerri, he just want to rape you!

Me: I will give it some thought

Thought?! What thought? You are not gonna even think about it Kerri. What if he hurts you? Don't be stupid. Please use your brain.
Ok ok.... I think I can trust him.
Don't say I never warn you.

Felix: Would you like some practical prelude?
Me: ?? I don't quite get your meaning
Felix: I mean would you like me to demonstrate a little of the role play? Just a fraction action only. For you to get a feel of what it is like?
Me: Where? Back to the hotel?
Felix: *Looking around* I believe we can find a god-forsaken dark alley to do a short stint. Look here Kerri, it is not a must. Please do not indulge me if you are not comfortable.
Me: I am just curious. I promise i will ask you to stop if I am not comfortable.
Felix: *Looking at me intently* Ok. Lets go then

We took a walk around and found a dark alley which leads to a dead end.

Felix: *He turned and faced me, one hand on his hip* Ok. This is it. This is your last chance to back out.

I looked at him and trying to put on a brave front. But i just could not dismiss the ever growing butterflies forming in my pit of my gut.

Me: Ok. I am ready.
Felix: We need a code.
Me: ?? What is code?
Felix: In any role play especially those on the extreme side a code is always made clear to both parties. So that if things get out of control one just need to say out the special code word and all will stop.
Me: Oh ok. I get what you mean. Err, but there is a problem here.
Felix: *Smile* Yes i know. I am deaf. My codes are always in the form of gestures. Like an OK hand sign, stick-out-tongue, a smile etc. You choose one.
Me: Stick-out-tongue then
Felix: Ok. Any last words? *Cheeky lop-sided grin*
Me: *Laugh* No. Iam ready.

I am ready. Despite vehement protests from my inner twin.

Felix: Ok. Here is the scenario. You will start to walk from the lamp post to here. While I will be in hiding. You wont be able to see me. While you walk past me I will step behind you and grab you.

Me: O...k.. And then?

Felix: And then...that's where the script end..and that's where your imagination and acting skills come into play. Just act accordingly.. imagine I am a total stranger.

Felix: One thing though... Lets keep pain to a minimum at this level. Because I am not too sure of your pain threshold and vice versa. So, for example if you want to bite me don't bite too hard.

Me: Ok.

Felix: Please remember the code. *Sticking out his tongue*

I smiled and proceeded to walk to the lamp post that was situated about 50 meters away from the crime scene.

Once I reached the lamp post I turned around and Felix was nowhere in sight.

Ok. This is it. A thrill and a chill coursed through my body at the same time. Breathing in a lungful of cold air, with every nerve and vessel palpitating away, I walk slowly along the dark alley to meet my perpetrator.

I braced myself for the impact as i neared Felix's hiding place. The first sound that I heard was footsteps and then strong hands covered my mouth and encircled my waist. I felt myself being half carried and half dragged away. He pushed me against the wall and roughly feel me up. I struggled and managed to pull his hand away from my mouth. The harder I struggled the more he pinned me against the wall with his weight. Grasping both my wrists, he pulled them against the wall, above my head and kiss my neck. Once again the harder i resist his advances the more strength he used to subdue me. To a point i was breathless, fatigue and not able to move. I never knew he could be this strong.

Suddenly I heard a tear of fabric. He was ripping my underwear. A black Victoria secret piece. And that was my favorite. I closed my eyes and grimaced. He was opening me up with his fingers and squeezing my breasts. There was no trace of tender loving care. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. Using my freed hands, I summon whatever energy left of me and attempt to wriggle away from his crushing weight.

All of a sudden i felt my head being pulled back. He was yanking me by my hair. I groaned in pain and grasped at his hands. He took that as a hint and slowly released his grip on my long locks.

In that brief moment i seized the chance to writhe out of his grip and attempted to dart away. But he was too fast for me and cornered me before i can run away. Now we are face to face with my back towards the wall.

His face was fixated in a smirk. The expression on his face seems to convey the message: There is nowhere you can run or hide.

There is a deja vu feeling about this facial expression. Why did i find it so darn familiar? A fleetingly picture of Malcolm flashed across my eyes.

Felix brought his face to mine and attempt to kiss me. I turned my head to the side only to have him licking at my neck. I tried to shake him off but my hands were pinned down to the wall and no amount of struggling will loosen his grip on me. It only spurned him on more. At some point i felt the first waves of pain arising from my wrists. And the pain gave ways to measures of desperation.

I no longer felt it was a role play. But somehow the deeper abysses of my curiosity stop me from using the code. Each second of tolerance brought me one inch closer into the realm of the dark art and sinking me into bitter sensations that was strangely exhilarating.

By now he was forcefully grinding against me and biting my ear lobe. I thought i could disappear in to the wall any time now. The initially slight discomfort had morphed into a full blown agony.

Just when I was ready to use the safe code, everything came to a halt. I felt his hands lovingly embraced me and caressing my hair. My roller-coaster ride has come to an end.

I opened my eyes and Felix was looking at me with amazement in his eyes.

Felix: That was fantastic! You did great despite it being your first time
Me: *Smile weakly* I was about to use the code
Felix: I know, that is why I stop. I can sense you are getting uncomfortable. But I must say you are a natural.
Felix: *Imploring look* Would you consider playing it with me the next time I am here?
Me: I will consider.

We walked hand in hand back to the main street and said our goodbyes.

Felix: Would you like me to come with you in the cab?
Me: No its ok. I can go back myself.
Felix: This is where we will part. But not for long. Whatever your reply is, I will definitely be back just for you.

Just before I got into the cab, Felix handed me an envelope. Without an explanation he send me off in the cab.

Within seconds, I received a message from Felix.

Felix: I have a little gesture of appreciation for you. Till then. Take care. I will miss you dearly.

I opened the envelope and it was a Banyan Tree Hotels & Resorts 4-figure sum voucher with a little note. On it was written: In case I have forgotten to say this, I just want to let you know I really enjoy your company tonight. You are my most memorable rendezvous. God help me if i would to become addicted to you, for you are an expensive addiction to have. I would like you to bring your family to Banyan Tree resorts for holiday and I think they will definitely enjoy it very much.

I felt I was not quite the same girl as I was 5 hours ago. An unknown door has been unlocked inside of me. For reasons I could not fathom at the present moment, there was a compelling urge to explore the space beyond the door. Step by step, into the dark.

[tan_w_c]

Now you're killing ME! It's like reading a very good book. Eagerly turned the page, except this time... it's empty! Continue soon, please...

[c4mel]

Kudos to u sis for good writing! Eagerly awaiting your next diary entry.

[xpinkyx-moment]

anymore anymore ?

[eeemen]

Waiting anxiously for your next post , and yes, I feel the same, waiting for the unknown thats to come. Great writing. Thanks n cheers, ....................

[SparkyB]

Very nicely written..

[gobal100]

Good stories. I love it.

From the way you present, let us have an unbeatable inside of what people in the trade is doing.

I wanted to know more. Only ways is to continue to read what you have for all of us.

Well done. Good job done

[furritales]

1/4/2011 (Wise men say only fools run in)

Birds chirping happily away. I opened an eye and reached out for the chirpy bird, which turn out to be my mobile phone. RQ loves birds hence my ringtones are all in tune to the sounds of birds.

2 unread sms. And it is 0645am.

1st sms: "Hey babe, what would you say if I would want to bring you to Koh Samui now? Can you leave now? "

2nd sms: "We will be leaving in a private jet. Not mine though but a friend is kind enough to loan it to me for a couple of days. What do you say? Coming with me? Please say yes.
Love you, Malcolm. "

I sat up straight in the bed, rub the sleep from my eyes and re-read the sms.

It took me 15 minutes to craft a professionally appropriate reply. I do not want to give him the impression I am dying to go with him. Private jet. Goodness me.

"Sure. Iam available for the day. Just let me know how to go about it"

7 minutes later, the bird chirped again. I know its 7 minutes because my eyes were perpetually glued to the screen waiting for his reply.

" Hey babe... guess what date is it today? *winky icon x 10* "

Date? I took a quick look at my mobile main screen and the realisation hit me like a punch on my face.

Arghh. Damn him. It is April's Fool Day!

I should have known. If it is too good to be true, it probably is.

More chirping follows.

" Sorry. Are you angry? I did brought a most beautiful girl to an island on a private jet. The problem is I woke up when I was about to make love to her. *Blush face icon x 3* "

" When I woke up, the first thing I did was to place a face on that beautiful girl and you are the one that came into my mind. Would you be available for the day? I would like to bring you out for some wine and dine. This time its for real, not a fool's joke. "

I burst out laughing at his honey laced corny words. Sigh. Lame as it is, but one could hardly resist flattery.

Flattered but still indignant, I send him my own version of a fool's joke.

" Haha. Thats a good one you pull on me. Happy April Fool Day. Iam available for the day. How many hours you intend to book me? I charge a minimum of $XXX for at least 4 hours of companionship. Do let me know your preferred timing. *smiley face icon x 1* "

It is never my intention to charge him for just purely companionship. Iam perfectly fine with Wine and Dine as friends. No fees involved. Just when I was about to send him a Just Kidding April's Fool!, a message came in. And his reply made me paused and gave me some food for thought.

" Sure babe. I know your charges very well. *wink icon*
I have never expect you to keep me company for free. You are an escort and every minute of your time counts. Shall we meet outside the Fullerton hotel at 12 noon for some Dim Sum? "

You are an escort and every minute of your time counts
Thats how he sees me. An escort. Well, truth to be told, Iam an escort. Nothing but an escort. And nothing could be closer than that.

kerri, you are an escort. accept that.
after wine & dine he gonna fuck your brains out.
why that resentment?

Why is that resentment and indignation welling up in me? I should have seen it coming. A successful escort I shall be. For the better future of my loved ones, so be it.


***sorry been really busy thats why the latest instalments take ages to come. stay tune to part 2. promise it wont be long. :D :D

[Sullen]

Great that you're back writing after such a long hiatus, keep writing!

[captainlust]

you are an awesome writer, and your story is captivating....keep up with the stories....I look forward with baited breath to read more....have a lovely day ahead

[furritales]

1/4/2011 Wise men say only fools rush in (Part 2)

For a good hour i was sitting in front of the dressing table preening and putting on the final touches from my M.A.C compact powder. Today took a little longer than usual. I stare at the immaculate lady in the mirror scanning for any imperfections in the makeup. Somehow the colour tone at the neck seems lighter than the face's. As I dab around my neck I was brought back to that dark memory of Malcolm choking me. Putting down my makeup apparatus I close my eyes and revived that moment of him choking me. Despite the violent nature of this memory I find myself relishing every second of that heart stopping brutal act.

After Felix play-rape I spend that whole night tossing and turning in bed, searching for an answer. Searching for the answer to the question: Why do I feel so strangely exhilarating when I was choked, bounded or forced?

I was still clueless to that very moment when I grab my handbag and strut out of the house. To meet the man who will one day make me bitterly understand the words "wise men say only fools rush in but I cant help falling in love"


Despite being a weekday noon, a queue was forming outside the chinese restaurant. I was about to join the growing queue when malcolm grab my hand and lead me to the front. After a short conversation with the hostess we were shown to a small corner table. There is a thing called reservation. I should have known it. This is a man who dosent need nor want to queue for anything in his entire life. A quick glance around the imposing oriental accented restaurant reveal many white collared office workers and well coiffured middle age ladies. Rich tais tais on a friday luncheon.

I turn my attention to Malcolm and found him staring at me intently.

Malcolm: Penny for your thought? * Flashing his trademark dimple smile*

Me: Its a nice place.

Its more than its a nice place. Its a luxury to me. When was the last time since I had been to a restaurant of this calibre? A couple of years back when a relative had his wedding. And this man sitting oppsite me probably had his daily meals in the likes of all the Jade restaurants in singapore.

Malcolm: If you like it i can bring you here again on a weekend. Because they have a really good dim sum buffet but it is only available on weekends.

If you like it I can bring you here again. The first time he said this was in that very nice bar during our first meeting. I didnt feel anything when he said that at that time. But this time, I thought I felt my heart skip a beat.

Me: *shaking my head* Dosent mean its nice we must indulge in it. At least not to me. Too much of a good thing will make it uninteresting in the long run.

Malcolm: *Cocking his head to one side* Mmmm...very true. The first time I ate at this place was very memorable. But now, I find the food so so and place boring.

Hello? Boring?
Sigh
The dilemma of rich people
One day will he will find me so so and boring?

The cantonese cuisine was exceptionally good. Maybe I was famished. Or maybe I was too used to the likes of bak chor mee. Perhaps next week I will bring my mother and RQ for the Dim Sum buffet.

In the middle of my 2nd abalone siew mai malcolm stop sipping his soup and look at me.

Malcolm: Do you miss me?

His sudden question caught me off guard.

Me: Do you want me to miss you?

Truth is... I miss the way you choke me....
Looking at me with his wistful eyes, it is hard to read his mind. What is he thinking of?

Malcolm: *laughs* I have been thinking of you since our last date.
Me: *smile* Yeah.. so much till you dream of me? *Giggle*
I thought Iam really going on a private jet!

Both of us burst out laughing. Thats the icebreaker. We had been rather quiet since we sat down and hardly any exchange of words except to place orders.

Malcolm: Sorry. I was kind of bored in the morning and realise its april fool day. You are the first person I think of. In my dream I was... mmm.. kissing and undressing a girl and then I woke up. Damn it!

Me: *Laugh* Err... so when u woke up u had a hard-on?

Malcolm: *Laugh* Sort of.

Me: So what is your plans for today?

Malcolm: *With a deadpan look* I plan to eat you.

Me: *Laugh and laugh* Yeah... seriously since when u upgrade from eating food to cannibalism?

Malcolm: *Still with that deadpan look* Iam serious. I can't wait to rip your dress off and eat every part of you.

Me: Shhhh...ehh not so loud. People can hear!

Malcolm: I don't care.

With that, he went back to his food.
And me, I just pray he dosen't hear my heart palpating at 130 beats per minute. I got all feverishly excited when he said he want to rip my dress off. What is wrong with me?

[AhBoy67]

hi furritales ,

Love your writing. Now I got the chance read the feeling being the opposite side of this trade. Hope you dont stop half way....and look forward your next write up.

Till then take care. XOXO

[furritales]

1/4/2011 Wise men say only fools rush in (Part 3)

After the sumptuous lunch we went for a walk around the river quay. Holding hands. Giggling at his stupid jokes.

Me: Ehh... I tell something but don't be angry ok?
Malcolm: Ok
Me: Sometimes your jokes really cold... really can't make it.
Malcolm: Huh? Wow.. Really? But you can still laugh?
Me: Ya la... I laugh because it sounds stupid mah.... *Giving him a sheepish smile*
Malcolm: *Giving me a WTF look* To be honest Iam not a humorous guy.
Me: Aiya... never mind...as long as your girlfriend like you humorous or not dosen't matter... right?
Malcolm: I don't have a girlfriend
Me: Oh ok. Why not? You just broke up or what?
Malcolm: Eh, why you so kay poh?
Me: Just curious. Its ok if you don't wish to say. Or maybe is it you are gay?!
Malcolm: Tsk! Hello if Iam gay do you think I want to hold your hands like this or kiss you like this?

He came close to me and planted a wet slobbering kiss on my lips.

Me: Wa lao your saliva all over me!
Malcolm: Haha... What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Eh, why you so kay poh?
Malcolm: Mmm...Just curious. Its ok if you don't wish to say. Or maybe is it you are lesbian?!

We burst out laughing and continue to stroll and banter with each other. We are almost just like any other newly dating couple. Well, almost.

Me: Hey lets catch a movie?
Malcolm: Sure. Its been quite a long while since I watch a movie in the cinema.
Me: You don't like watching movies?
Malcolm: I love it... But no one to watch it with...

We decided on Red riding hood. Till now, this is the only movie that I emerged out of the cinema completely clueless of the entire show.

There wasn't much people watching this movie as its still an early afternoon and the show had been airing for a couple of weeks. We were seated at the last row of the cinema. Once the lights dimmed I placed my head on his shoulders catching a whiff of his perfume. An extremely exotic smell. Quite unlike anything I had smelled before.

Me: What perfume are you wearing?
Malcolm: Ambre Topkapi
Me: Nice. Is it unisex?
Malcolm: Nope, for the men only.
Malcolm: Are you cold? I thought I can feel you shivering...
Me: Just a little bit...

To be honest, I couldn't really tell whether iam shivering from the cold air conditioning or from the excitement of the sheer closeness of him.

He drape his right arm around me and bring closer to him. With the armrest lifted up we were practically skin to skin. I close my eyes and revel in his musky masculine smell. Its been so long since anyone can make me feel such a strong sense of security. I thought I feel safe and stable.

Or maybe its his perfume smell. Not only clothes make a man. Perfume can make a man as well.
All but just an illusion Kerri. An illusion. All that glitters is not gold.
Let me enjoy while it last then.
Sigh.

I was about to drift to slumber land when I felt a ticklish feeling at my inner thighs.

[furritales]

1/4/2011 Wise men say only fools rush in (Part 4)


He drape his right arm around me and bring closer to him. With the armrest lifted up we were practically skin to skin. I close my eyes and revel in his musky masculine smell. Its been so long since anyone can make me feel such a strong sense of security. I thought I feel safe and stable.

Or maybe its his perfume smell. Not only clothes make a man. Perfume can make a man as well.
All but just an illusion Kerri. An illusion. All that glitters is not gold.
Let me enjoy while it last then.
Sigh.

I was about to drift to slumber land when I felt a ticklish feeling at my inner thighs.

He was slowly stroking the insides of my thighs. Simple strokes. But it feels insanely good. Instinctively, I begin to move my legs a little wider but stop myself instantly.
I almost forgot this is a public area.
Granted its dark and cosy, but still, its public!

His hands are fully on my mound, teasing and stroking the cotton fabric of my panty. I reach down and gently try to push his hand away. But his hand wouldn't bulge at all. Whenever I touch his hand he would forcefully flick at my fingers. Ouch.

I raised my head to frown at him. But he couldn't really see my frown at all. All I got was a french kiss from him. I broke away from his mouth and attempt to concentrate on the movie. My mind could make no sense of the flurried movements and sounds coming from the big screen. It is said the strongest sense is always the sense of touch. After all, the hands occupied the most area in the brain in a homunculus.

And especially when you have 2 fingers up a woman's most erogenous area.

Me: (Whispering into his ear) Eh... no wonder no one wants to watch a movie with you. Are you watching movie or molesting people?

He gave a loud chuckle and brought my hand onto his crotch.

Me: Since when you put stone in your underwear? So hard...
Malcolm: (Laugh) The stone always appear whenever I see you.

Ever gently I knead and rub his crotch while he is digging deeper into me. The sensation was beyond words.

I must have dozed off. The first thing I saw when i open my eyes was the end credits of the movie.

Me: How was the movie?
Malcolm: I wasn't watching at all. Was thinking of something else. Obviously you weren't watching.. You are just snoring away!
Me: what you thinking of?
Malcolm: Mmm.. remember I told you about role plays?
Me: What role play?
Malcolm: I want to do a role play with you.
Me: (sarcastic laugh) Eh if I act well can I get an Oscar or not?
Malcolm: Kerri, Iam serious!
Me: (Rolling my eyes) Hey look, Iam just an ordinary escort. Don't expect too much of me please!

Goodness gracious! Play-rapes... role plays... The pennies seem to be getting harder to earn.

Breaking free from his hand I walk a little further away from him.

Iam feeling upset
Upset but not because i have to do roleplays
Upset because....
I have no idea why iam upset...

Malcolm: Throwing tantrums? Kerri? Iam talking to you!

I stop walking and wait for him to catch up.

Me: (Quiet voice) Ok... what do you want me to do?
Malcolm: Sorry. Just forget what I say.
Me: No... Just say! What role play?!

Looking at me silently for a few seconds before he grab my hand and we walk back to the carpark together. Not a word between us until we reach his apartment.

[sassysunshine]

Really well written! Don't stop writing! :)

[furritales]

1/4/2011 Wise men say only fools rush in (Part 5)

Looking at me silently for a few seconds before he grab my hand and we walk back to the carpark together. Not a word between us until we reach his apartment.

Once in his house, all memories came flooding back to me. A potent concoction of fear and excitement. I fervently wish its not a rape scenario. Given his dark personality a rape role play will make Felix's little alley act seems like child's play.

Malcolm: Try this wine.. Domaine leroy..One of my favorites..
Me: *Sigh* Malcolm, I don't drink alcohol. Told you that before. I might get stomachaches. And you get real horny...you said that before.
Malcolm: Wow.. you remember what I say.. *Laugh*

Yeah... I remember everything about you..
From the words you say... to the way you choke me...
Down to your perfume smell...

Malcolm: Try a little..
Me: I don't want la..
Malcolm: You won't get tummy aches I promise you... Just a little please? *Smiling from ear to ear*

Sigh.
Just by smiling, he could have me eating out of his hand.
An he hasn't turn on any of his charm yet.

I took a sip of the wine. I couldn't appreciate wine of any sorts. All alcoholic drinks taste the same to me.
But this particular one has a unique aftertaste sweetness that is rather unforgettable.

Malcolm: You like it?
Me: I must say... Its quite nice..
Malcolm: *Giving me a mock aghast look* Just quite nice?! You had no idea how much I pay for this vintage wine...
Me: *Shrug* Anyway Iam not interested to know..
Malcolm: But you be interested to know how it is going to be used in the role play.

Oh the role play
I have totally forgotten about it..

Me: What do you want to play? *casting him a suspicious look*
Malcolm: *Chuckle* Mmm.. I have this fantasy for a long time. The first time I saw you I knew you are the one for this..er.. story of mine .. *laugh*
Malcolm: The story goes like this.....

5 minutes later, I was looking at him expressionless. I do not know whether I ought to laugh or cry at his role play.

Iam to act as a female colleague of his. Iam from the sales department and he is from the accounts side. In this story, Iam actually embezzling money from the company and he (from the accounts department) was the one who found out about it. In exchange for not exposing me, I have to sleep with him.

Me: Eh Malcolm, you watch too much movies already.
Malcolm: Hahahahaha... I have a lot of fantasies. *Looking at me knowingly*

Kerri
Dont forget you are just an escort
Don't forget the reason you are here in the first place
Don't forget you are just a plaything
Don't forget...

Me: Ok. I suppose I can do this role play.
Malcolm: *Beaming away* Thanks!!
Me: But... it is a different rate from the normal one.
Malcolm: Sure. I know. Don't worry... If you do a good job, I would not shortchanged you.
Me: If I do a bad job...?
Malcolm: Then... you have to keep practising with me till you get it right.
Me: *Laugh* Oh.. we need a safe code?
Malcolm: Yes we do.. ehh, u done this before?
Me: Nope. But it is common sense isn't it?

A little white lie there.. Somehow, I do not want him to know about the little "game" that me and Felix had played.

Malcolm: Ok... we will get to safe codes later on... Right now there is a couple of things you need to know.

A couple of things turn out to be a 20 minutes lecture on the dos and don'ts.

Basically it just boils down to good acting skills and an impromptu script. Most importantly, no laughter nor giggles. Iam not allowed to laugh nor "arm chio" (dialect for furtive smiles?) as Iam deem as an unwilling partner.

I have to be shy
Demure
Yet uncooperative
Yet unhappily cooperative

I was about to doze off when Malcolm flick his fingers in front of me.

Malcolm: Sorry.. Is it too much to ask of you?
Me: *Trying to stifle a yawn* No lah... not too much... only like one tonne of info there... Go on...add a few more tonnes. You will soon have a sleeping beauty on your couch.

Laughing, he pull me up from the couch and place his forehead onto mine.

Malcolm: *Looking into my eyes* You ready to do this?
Me: Malcolm... I will try... But no promises it will turn out the way you want..
Malcolm: I want you to enjoy the fantasy too... No pressure I promise.

Promise you won't choke me too?
As much as I would like to tell him that, I didnt.
Maybe subconsciously I did want him to do that..

The story will starts from outside his apartment. He has "invited" me, the colleague, to his house to "discuss" about the discovery of the embezzlement.

Standing outside his door, I press the doorbell. My mind emptied of thoughts except 4 things.

Iam no longer Kerri.
My name is Jamie.
Iam a sales manager.
Most importantly, my safe code is Bingo.

[Riferman]

great story! please keep on the good job

[Sullen]

Yes, great story, keep writing!

[milksusu]

Very nice story...

[furritales]

Thanks for all support. Happy Chinese New Year to all bros and sistas!!!!

HUAT AHHHHH!!!! :D

[furritales]

1/4/2011 Wise men say only fools rush in (Part 6)

The story will starts from outside his apartment. He has "invited" me, the colleague, to his house to "discuss" about the discovery of the embezzlement.

Standing outside his door, I press the doorbell. My mind emptied of thoughts except 4 things.

Iam no longer Kerri.
My name is Jamie.
Iam a sales manager.
Most importantly, my safe code is Bingo.

The door opened and quietly I went in.

Malcolm: Hi Jamie.. please take a seat. Would you like a drink?
Me: Anything will do.

Again, I found myself sipping that uncanny sweet wine.

There I was, constantly blinking my eyes, fidgeting and whirling the wine glass with my fingers. An attempt to make myself appear nervous.

Malcolm came and sat right next to me. Not very close, perhaps about an arm's length away.

Malcolm: Jamie, last month the balance didnt quite add up. And... I found 2 cheques issued by you which I find rather suspicious. I had those companies checked. They are just shell companies.

Me: *Averting my eyes* Iam very sorry. I only intend to borrow the money. Once I settled my credit card bills, I will return. I promise. Please...

More blinking of eyes
Shoulders hunched

Malcolm: *Moving closer to me* As the main bookkeeper, you know, I can close an eye to those cheques and blank out the paper trails. But you must promise me not to do it again. If any of my staff finds out I cannot help you anymore.

Me: Thanks Malcolm! Really.. I promise to put back the money asap! Dinner is on me later? *Looking at him in gratitude*

Malcolm: Mmm... I was expecting more than that, you know.
*putting his hand on my thigh*

Malcolm: I really like you the first time I saw you..
*His fingers toying with my long locks, whispering into my ears*

Malcolm: Keep me company tonight will you?

Me: *Moving slightly away from him and gently push him away* Please... I... I am not mentally prepared... for this...

Turning away from him, I stood up and walk to the windows.
Because I felt a compelling urge to laugh.
Taking in deep breaths, forcing that smile down my throat, at the same time it acts as if Iam nervous.

He came up to me and put his hands on my upper arms. I made a slight startled jerk of my shoulders and tensed my entire body. All at will.

His hands went onto a body trail. From my arms down to my waist to the inside of my blouse. I grab hold of his hands to stop him from advancing further.

Me: Please don't do this...

Gently, he pry my hands off and hug me real tight. I can already feel his hardness at my buttock. I tried to wriggle out of his embrace but he pull me back and encircle my waist.

Malcolm: If you want me to keep my mouth shut, you need to make me happy. You are a smart lady.. Surely you do not want to go to jail..

With that, he kiss me forcefully. I lean back slightly arching my back and place my palms on his chest.

It is so hard to resist his kiss because he is a damn good kisser. I broke free from his hungry mouth and look away. Without any warning, he scoop me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Into the ensuite bathroom.

Malcolm: Strip me

Slowly, I began to undo his shirt buttons and cufflinks. He may not have an impressive physique nor sculpted abs nor defined pecs but he is lean and toned. He cuts a striking figure when he is in his birthday suit.

With his shirt off, my hands went to the buckle of his belt.

Malcolm: * pushing me down with his two hands * Kneel down

On my knees I continue to remove the belt and unzip his trousers. Soon the only piece of clothing left hanging on him is a pair of blue Calvin klein briefs. The intention behind me kneeling down is very clear.

He let out a soft moan as I engulf his turgid penis. I curl my tongue at the base of his shaft and slide my mouth back and forth his entire length. It start out slow and gentle that quickly accelerate to fast and furious...I begin to gag due the force of his hand at the back of my head.
I push him away and collapse onto the floor. My gag reflex screaming away...

Mr Hyde is back.
He hoist me up by my armpits and push me against the vanity counter.

Stripping me take no more than 20 seconds as compared to his 3 minutes.

I had his tongue in my mouth and his fingers deep within me.
Feeling bold and defiant, I push away from him and walk out of the bathroom, expecting to be grabbed back anytime.

Of all places, he choose to grab my hair.

Me: OUCH! *shot him an angry look*

Pushing me against the wall he pinned down both my arms.

Malcolm: Shhh... Be good now...

I stare into his eyes and they were completely devoid of emotion.

He raise his hand and gently caress my neck.

For a moment i thought he is going to strangle me. But he sank his teeth into me and suck my flesh.

Me: * screaming * DON'T BITE ME!!

He wasn't cracking a joke when he said he wanted to eat me. I break free for what seems like the 101th attempt and scramble to one corner.

That corner happen to be beneath the rain shower. He turn the facet on and cold water came cascading down.

I jerk and twist to escape the biting cold water but he held onto me in a tenacious hold. We stood there for what seems like eternity. It is so surreal. The rain, his body so close to me, time just stood still. I was transported back to a forgotten realm.

He was holding a metal ruler
Open your legs
Don't make me say it again

No please, I don't want to play anymore

The metal ruler came down onto my thigh leaving behind an angry red mark

I groan and jerk violently
But to no avail
My hands were bounded to the bed post

Daniel, please...

I open my eyes, the rain was gone, Daniel was gone.
My face was all wet. I could not tell if it was due to the water or my tears.

Using a navy blue fluffy towel, Malcolm was gently patting me dry. Holding my hand, he led me out of the bathroom.

I climb onto the bed and slip into the thick comforters. Lying there unmoving, waiting for him.

Lying atop of me, Malcolm begin to kiss me and caress every part of my body. It is so unlike of him to be this gentle. I sense an impending doom.
True enough, his butterfly kisses were turning into mutated experiment-gone-wrong butterflies. The bites started out as ant bites that quickly metamorphose into furious stings of a wasp.

I scream and my eyes flew wide open to see him grinning down at me.

GRINNING THAT SMILE

THAT SMILE! I groan inwards... Any pain I was feeling instantly melt away at that moment... But the last straw came when he was biting my nipple.

Me: Stop it Daniel! Please...!

The words were out of my mouth before I even realise it. Damn it! He stop biting me and look at me in the eye.

Malcolm: Daniel? Who is Daniel?

Closing my eyes, I kept my silence.

[furritales]

1/4/2011 Wise men say only fools rush in (part 7)


Me: Stop it Daniel! Please...!

The words were out of my mouth before I even realise it. Damn it! He stop biting me and look at me in the eye.

Malcolm: Daniel? Who is Daniel?

Closing my eyes, I kept my silence.

Malcolm: Kerri... Why did you call me Daniel? Kerri?.... Who the hell is Daniel?

I got up from the bed and walk out of the bedroom totally naked. Standing before his wine cabinet, I randomly search for that one potent alcohol that could knock me out in just one shot. After all, isnt alcohol suppose to drown sorrows? Even if that saying is just an illusion, let me sink into oblivion. I settled for a exquisite bottle titled Macallan 1939.

There is a problem though. Instead of a typical cork stopper, the bottle had a unique gold metallic emblem of sorts covering the entire opening.

How do I open this thing? Carefully, I place it back to its original position.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Malcolm standing at the doorway. Not wanting him to harp on me on Daniel, my mind search anxiously for a decoy.

Me: *Pointing the the Macallan* This little one is so unique.
Malcolm: *Laughing* Yeah... Little one is a special edition made-to-order by a client of mine. I believe not more than 20 in the world.
Me: I would like a drink. Any recommendations?
Malcolm: *Taking down a half bottle of chivas* Well.. little chivas here then. My trusty companion whenever Iam... a little under the weather.

I went back to the room to put on my clothes. When I join Malcolm on the sofa he had 2 glasses of the whiskey. On the rocks. I took it all down in one gulp and reach for the chivas bottle. But he snatch it away from my hands.

Malcolm: *Frowning at me* Whoa! Easy... My god!.. Thats not the way to enjoy a whiskey. What is wrong with you?!

Malcolm: * Cupping my face in his hands* Kerri... you crying?
Iam sorry. Did I hurt you?.... Look... please...you gotta tell me...

Me: Crying? Nope Iam not la.. Most probably the alcohol.. sting my eyes... Iam tired Malcolm. Can I go home?

Malcolm: Ok.. Next Saturday I would like to take you to a.... party... Would you be available?

Me: I will let you know again ok?

Malcolm: Sure! I will call a cab for you...

Me: Malcolm, no... I just catch one easily..

Actually I was planning to take the MRT. The cab fare from his place to mine was exorbitant. I wasn't being stingy, but every penny counts.

Shaking away that twinge of disappointment, I make my way down onto the streets.

Why are you disappointed?
He is not your boyfriend, for goodness sake!
Don't expect him to drive you home
He is just a client
A client...

Client!... And I had totally forgotten about my payment for the day. Anyway my fees were the last thing on my mind. It doesn't matter if he pays or not. Why? I had no idea...

What is fucking wrong with me?!

A surge of emotions rise up within me. Tears just stream down my face. I couldn't control the floodgates.

I hail down the first cab that came my way. Rummaging my bag for tissue, my hands found an envelope.
It is my fee.
Sigh.

In the cab the radio was playing an old Chinese haunting song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE83Sb12li4

Taking deep breaths I manage to stop the tears.

Why am I upset when he asked to do roleplays?
Why do I feel like crying when he bite me? It is definitely not because of pain.
Why am I disappointed when he did not offer to send me home?
Sigh.

Because certain memories I had kept locked up deep within me had somehow surfaced.

This is a man whom I was once so terrified of. Exactly the same way I used to be terrified of Daniel. Given a choice I would have preferred to remain terrified of him. Because.... I realise that fear is something less of a headache than love. I could handle fear...but not love.

And I fully understand the reason as to why I kept meeting up with this man despite his obscure personality.

And I fully understand all the upsets I was experiencing.

Wise men say, only fools rush in, but i cant help falling in love with you.

In love with a man who resemble Daniel in every angle and aspect.

God help me.

[Subconscious]

Oh my god Kerri... You must have been in such a dilemma. I empathise with you, but I hope that three years on, things have turned for the better, and that of course, you have long left the trade.

Really appreciate your efforts in narrating your experiences. I daresay not many girls in this trade would be so brave like you. And you write really well. I appreciate good command of the language and you're one of the best writers I've come across, Kerri.

[viviankoh]

Damn.. I never knew this story existed!

I am totally in love with the way you craft your words!

[Max80]

nicely written TS
hope to hear more fr u:p

[McMahon]

Really good story bro, enjoyed it

[curiouslala]

another lala's fave writer also continue her writing..
gong xi fat choi, sis!

this lala already hooked by your story..
honestly, i'm even curiously wanted to try to be an escort, but i'm a bit afraid if i'm hooked in that life.. so, i'd rather sit down and read your story.. :)

[furritales]

Thanks to all bros and sistas encouragement!!

Once i finish collecting ang baos will roll out the last part of april fool day asap (Yes, the day hasnt end yet :) )

GONG XI FA CAI TO ALL!!! :D

[Canoneos]

Some of the best writing on this forum! Exquisitely crafted, effortless prose, witty and intelligent. You should consider writing a book. Look forward to reading more of your adventures!

[LordVader]

I must say this has to be one of the best thread around.

Well done furritales.

[furritales]

1/4/2011 Remember when... (Part 1)


Malcolm called while I was in the cab

Malcolm: Reach home?

Me: Haha. Still on the PIE. Still a long way to go...You give me more...

Malcolm: What more?

Me: I mean the fee.. You give me more than my original fee. And we did not even finish the role play.

Malcolm: *Chuckle* Oh... Yeah... Halfway through only.. But its ok.. We can always continue another day.

Another day?
I think I wont meet you ever again
You are a bottomless pit

Me: Malcolm, I will call you back when I am home.
Malcolm: Sure. Bye.

I glance out of the window into the dark of the night. Into the dark abyss at the back of my mind.
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I was in his room, on his bed with a book, Sophie's world by Jostein Gaarder on my lap.
But I wasn't reading.
Will he accept it?
He had to
My mind is made
No one can change it
Okay
This is it

Me: Dan... Come here.. I need to talk to you.
Daniel: Ok.. Give me a minute.

A minute turned into 20.

He was doing his powerpoint presentation on neonatal biliary atresia.

Me: Dan...
Daniel: Ok. Done. Whats up baby?

Me: *Taking a deep breath* Dan.. I think we need to have a little break from each other... I feel...

Daniel: What you saying Kerri? What little break?!

Me: *Sigh* Daniel.... lets break up. I really...

Daniel: *Shaking his head* I don't understand... Kerri... What happen?! What did I do wrong?!

I looked away... fixing my gaze on his Lippincott anatomy chart on the wall
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Miss hello?... turn left or right?
Me: Oh uh uncle after traffic light turn left into the carpark..

After my bath I made a call to Malcolm.

Malcolm: Call me back in ten minutes.. Iam on the other line with someone..

Mmm.. I wonder who he is talkin to..
Female?
Male?

Me: Eh, talking to a potential girlfriend ah?
Malcolm: Haha, I was talking to an escort I used to meet..
Me: Oh..
Malcolm: She wanted to borrow money to lend to her boyfriend. Apparently burn his fingers in some shares. I doubt he burn his fingers in shares. More like gambling. Her boyfriend is a hardcore gambler! I told her so many times to leave him!

I felt a twinge of jealousy
She is just an escort
Why are you overly concern about her
Why are getting upset over her
Sigh
So am I
Kerri, you are also just an escort
Don't you ever forget that

Malcolm: Kerri, I know I have no right to say this, but I really hope you are sensible enough not to give away your hard-earned money to your boyfriend.
Me: I don't have a boyfriend. We.. broke up a couple of years back..
Malcolm: Oh ok..
Malcolm: Why did you guys break up?
Me: Because.. there is a clash in our personality.
Malcolm: Huh? If there is a clash then why be together in the first place?
Me: Tsk.. Aiya.. Initially you won't know mah.. Its only when 2 people get really close together... then slowly you know the person true persona.. Wei, you are so much older than me...all these matters of the heart..you should know better than me...

Malcolm: *Laugh* I hasn't been dating for like 5 or 6 years..

Me: Why? Are You fussy? You are so eligible.. You have all the 5Cs..

6C....Plus one more C..
Choking people..

Malcolm: *Laugh* Yeah 5C... You want the truth? Better not, I don't want to offend you..

Me: Say say.. Iam not easily offended..

Malcolm: Ermm.. I think most women just love my money..more than love me..

Me: Mmm.. Sure or not.. Surely you have met someone who truly love you..

Malcolm: My last relationship.. I love her so much.. you know.. we were at the verge of marriage..

Me: Then then???

Maybe you scare her away with your superb choking skills..

Malcolm: I brought her to alot of parties and she got to know a high profile banker.. Very rich.. Richer than me.. For half a year she went out with him while still dating me..

Me: Oh my god.. How you find out?

Malcolm: Their love story and wedding photos was splashed across The Tatler magazine.. Well, its a blessing in disguise.. finally see her true colours.. Good luck to her husband.

Me: Oh.. so you hate women now?..

Malcolm: No.. I don't hate women.. I just don't believe in love anymore..

I envy your ex-girlfriend
I envy her so much
Because she once, had your love..

Me: Is that why you keep engaging escorts?
Malcolm: Err.. What made you say that?

Because you say so..
On our first meeting..
I remember everything you said..

Me: Oh.. I don't know.. I just guess..
Malcolm: Iam a man Kerri.. I have certain needs..
Me: Oh.. needs like choking people?!..

The words were out before I realise it
There was a deafening silence on his end
Damn!
He is angry?
I didnt mean it

Me: Haha.. Just kidding..
Malcolm: Sorry
Me: Why sorry?
Malcolm: I know I play a bit rough

Me: You know.. You scare the shit out of me during.. during our first night..
Malcolm: *Laugh* When I first saw you.. I just.. I don't know how to say it.. Nevermind.. Anyway, enough about me. I want to know about you..
Me: Tsk.. No.. Just say.. When you first saw me what happen?
Malcolm: Erm.. you look very vulnerable.. Fragile.. Yet not fragile..

Me: (Laugh) Oh.. because I seems fragile... u feel a need to protect me is it?
Malcolm: No Kerri.. I don't want to protect you..

My heart just sank..

Me: (Forced laughter) Haha.. ok.. then?
Malcolm: I want to hurt you Kerri..

WHAT!..

Me: I don't understand.. Why you want to hurt me?
Malcolm: I don't understand it anymore than you do.. Its just.. a feeling..
Me: Did you hurt your past girlfriends or escorts as well?
Malcolm: No.. Sex was just normal with them. Even with those escorts, at the most is just some spanking.. There isn't any urge to hurt them or be rough or.. I don't know why.. *Sigh*

Malcolm: *Frustrated* I don't understand.. but when I am with you, I just want to hurt you.. I enjoy seeing you scream.. I don't know why.. Sorry.. I thought you could tell me why..

Me: Huh... why like this..?
Malcolm: I don't know..
Me: *Sigh* Ok malcolm.. I want to sleep now.. It has been a long day..
Malcolm: Sorry.. You alright? Are you going to stop meeting me?
Me: *Silence*
Malcolm: Kerri?
Me: Iam alright. You mention a party next week?
Malcolm: * Excited * Yes! Haha.. Its a.. very interesting party.. Come with me.

Come with me..
Its not a question nor a request
More like a command

Me: Ok. Smart casual?
Malcolm: Err.. Attire dosen't really matter.. Well, smart casual is fine. By the way, just now the roleplay? I must say, you are a natural. Have you done this before? I can't wait to continue the roleplay..
Me: No, I never act before..
Me: Ok! Malcolm..Iam tired.. You let me know the details of the party another day ok?
Malcolm: Alright.. You have a good sleep. Good night Kerri.
Me: Good nite.

I did not lie there
Its the truth
I have never really act in roleplays
I don't need to

Laying on my bed, I just could not go to sleep
Listening to the echos in my mind

I want to hurt you
I enjoy seeing you scream....

I never have to put an act for roleplays
I don't need to
Because its all pure pain and terror
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[furritales]

1/4/11 Remember when (part 2)


Laying on my bed, I just could not go to sleep
Listening to the echos in my mind

I want to hurt you
I enjoy seeing you scream....

I never have to put an act for roleplays
I don't need to
Because its all pure pain and terror

Chirp chirp..
I look at the incoming SMS on my mobile phone, its Malcolm.

Malcolm: I can't sleep. Chat with me for a while..
Me: Haha... okie :)
Me: Why cannot sleep?
Malcolm: Tell me why you broke up with your ex boyfriend? I don't believe its just a clash of personality.
Me: Aiyo.. Why are you so kaypoh? :p
Malcolm: Just want to know more about you.

My heart just skip a beat..

Me: The story is very long, are you sure you want to read?
Malcolm: Nevermind, I can call you now?
Me: No la.. I don't feel like talking anyway.. I just text you.
Malcolm: Ok.

Once a upon a time, a girl fell in love with a boy...

The boy was very well liked by friends and family...reason being he is smart, witty, academically intelligent, filial and possessed an angelic face... coming from a string of cream-of-the-crop schools, his parents placed huge hopes and wishes on him...

But no one knew... no one knew the other side of the coin... they only see one shiny side... only the girl that fell deeply ..deeply in love with him knew... because its only with the girl he loved that he would take off his perfectly sculpted mask.

Everyone envied this couple... the love between them is always so palpable... so sweet and tender that it hurts..

As the days go... their love deepen.. so deep that the girl was allowed into his dark and twisted world.. the girl was aghast yet there was no point of return... she was determined to change him... because she loved him so much..

But the battle against the dark was a uphill task... but she never gave up... the darkness was starting to consume her mentally and physically.. she became increasingly moody and irritable... she threw tantrums and flare up for the slightest reason... she was totally aware of her changes and yet she was helpless...

One day she mustered her courage and ask for a split. The fateful decision was made after many sleepless nights.. the boy would not hear of it. They had a huge fight to an extent friends and family got wind of it...

In the end, the girl decided to give their relationship another chance.

The loving couple got back again and the sun continue to shine the earth never stop turning.... everything was back to the same... or was it?

One day, the girl ask for a split again and she would not hear of any pleas that he pleaded nor the threats he screamed at her... and to make things worse... friends and family pleaded on his behalf.. but she just would refused to bulge. Close friends were nitpicking on her why she wanted to leave such a nice and talented boy... horrid gossips like "she found a better guy" were rampant...

On the 3rd day of the split she received news that he had set a potassium chloride intravenous drip on himself and passed away... leaving behind a poignant letter for her...

The girl was devastated. She had never expected things will take such a horrific turn. But it was too late..

From then on its her against the world... friends and his family blamed her for his death... she lost almost all of her friends... but no one knew her miseries... no one knew she was actually protecting their precious memories of the boy by not revealing how dangerously warped he was.

On the last day of the wake, she turned up to send him off for the last time but was vehemently chased away.

But what made her so forlorn and jaded was not only her beloved sudden departure but the trust and friendship of friends that was so seemingly strong... but shattered at the slight rustle... The accusations were all very vileful.

She shut down her facebook, changed her mobile number and emails. Only her mother and niece stood by her during that darkest period of her life.



Malcolm: Oh my.. Iam so sorry.. I didn't know... I shouldn't have probe.. It must have been painful for you to recall all these..

Me: Its ok Malcolm.. Its so long already.. I have long healed.. What didn't kill me only serve to make me stronger.

Me: Hey, really late already... Lets go to bed ok?

Malcolm: I wish you are in my bed now. Ok.. good night.

Me: Haha... good night Malcolm..


Have i really healed?
It is often said, time will heal all wounds
But still it will leave scars
Just because the scars had healed, doesn't mean the pain has

[die.cockstand]

Thanks for taking time to share your private diary with us, appreciate your efforts.
It must have taken you quite awhile to come up with something this engaging and intriguing :)

You're definitely good enough to deserve a book of your own.

My humble pts to show my support and respect for your work.

[viviankoh]

I can totally relate to how u feel:)

You are awesome!

[sassysunshine]

Thanks for the constant updates! It's really a good read. :) Keep it going!

[curiouslala]

you're the super writer here in sbf. oh my..
i came here just to check your story.

hope you keep writing, and if you do publish & sell a book, please do share the link here.
i can't just keep reading bit by bit like this leh.. jin curiousss on what's nexttt..

[furritales]

1/4/11 Remember when (part 3)

Have i really healed?
It is often said, time will heal all wounds
But still it will leave scars
Just because the scars had healed, doesn't mean the pain has..

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Me: Can we not play those games anymore?
Daniel: Why? I thought you enjoy it too?

I pretend to enjoy it so that you can be happy..

Me: Sometimes it get too painful Daniel...
Daniel: * laugh * Do you know you look so beautiful when you are screaming..
Me: Huh?!! What.....

I never had the chance to complete my sentence. He force his mouth onto mine and push his tongue against mine. A tongue fight which always left me gasping for breath.

Without a word he push me unto the bed and buried his head in my chest. I brought my hands to his head and gently rouse his hair. Pulling him up I tried to kiss him on the mouth but he grab hold of my hair and gently arch my neck upwards.

I moan and turn my head to the side. It feel so good to be nuzzled on the neck.

The neck is the only area he is gentle because he once said there are 2 major blood vessels running down either side of the neck.

Sigh
Why don't all the major vessels run all over my body
Just for once, so that he can be this gentle to me

My hands dance down his body to his privates. As usual, he is soft and flaccid.

I push him down and straddle him. Sliding my body slowly against his till I reach his manhood. He is still limp. I look up at his grinning face.

Gently, I lick and kiss
Tickle and tease
Fondle and fondle
I took all of him into my mouth
Hoping the warmth will arouse the still limp member

All to no avail..

Daniel: * Smiling * You know it dosen't work that way for me..

He stood up and walk to his closet.

I close my eyes and pray
Hoping its the scarf
Hoping its the feather
Please don't let it be the cable tie

Its none of the above.

In his hands was a bundle of black rope.

Me: Huh? Again? What game again this time?
Daniel: Its a surprise..

I dread the word surprise
Every game of his has a surprise
And I always ended up screaming
Not for joy though

Me: If you want to tie me up you have to catch me first..

With that I dash out of his room and ran to the dining table.

Daniel: Ahh Kerri .. you want to play cat and mouse..

I laugh and attempt to run away from him but he is too quick for me. With one hand drape around my shoulders he scoop me in his arms and carried me to the bed.

I slip my hands firmly under my buttocks as he reach out for them.

Me: *pouts* Eh, I don't want to use that lah. Can? Please..

Without a word he pull out my hands and wound the rope on both my hands forming a complex knot. The rope despite its tough looking texture was surprisingly soft. Not your usual rope from the hardware shop. Later I learned it was some kind of silk rope used specially in kinbaku bondage.

Me: Wa.. when did you learn to tie like this?

Smiling down on me, he raise my bounded hands above my head and climb on top of me. Using his knees he spread my thighs apart.

He came close to me and touch his lips to mine. He did not kiss me. Looking into my eyes, he chew my lower lips. Just a gentle nibble. Slowly he move down to my neck, nibbling all the way to my soft mound. He slip a slippery tongue inside curling it in all directions. It was a heavenly sensation.

I cherish every single second of his uncanny gentleness. But there is a price to pay. For every second of bliss there was a second of pain to endure...

He was pushing my thighs far apart. My knees were just next to my breasts. Yes, iam that flexible..

I felt utterly obscene to open my legs that wide. So I attempted to bring them together.

Me: * Giggling * Waa.. Are you looking for gold? Open my legs so big for what..

I clamp my legs together squeezing his head out of my thighs.

He pry open my legs and I clamp them back together.
Frustrated, he stop pushing my legs and look at me.

Daniel: Open your legs
Me: Don't want.. you untie me first then I will open.. If not, its closed for the night..

I pout and look away.

He got up from the bed and came back with a long metal ruler. The metal ruler again. At least it wasn't the wooden dowel with the sharp end. Without any warning, he smack the metal ruler hard against my thigh.

Me: OUCH!! SHIT MAN DANIEL!! IT HURTS!!

Overwhelmed with anger, I clamp onto the ruler with my feet and fling it away.
The look on his face was thunderous
I flip to one side n curl into a fetal position
Laying still. Just an act of defiance to see what he can do to me
I just refuse to move
He prop me onto my knees and held my waist. I was now on all fours with my butt high in the air. There is something animalistic about this position. It reminded me of my ex neighbour's dog, Merlin the great dane. She used to stretch herself this way every morning.

I knew what was coming my way. Sigh
The thing with Daniel was that he was never fascinated with raw sex. That was where I find it weird as I always presume that all men loves the act of sex. The penetration. The act of copulation. The production of semen. But not Daniel. Very few of our altered romantic bonding sessions ended with any form of discharges.

Well, with the exception of blood.

With my butt high in the air, he turn around and lean against the soft folds of my butt cheeks. There are times where I will be lying on top of him (which I do not mind) or him on top of me and falling asleep in that manner.

After 15 minutes of being a butt furniture of sorts I collapse on the bed and kick him away.

Me: *Giggling* Wei, very shiok hor

He climb on top of me and cradle my head. I look up at his boyish face and into those soft black eyes.

Tell me why I love you so much..

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tilt my head back exposing my fair tender neck. We kiss passionately before he went down to my neck. I was lost in the throes of passion. Yeah, I could orgasmic just from nuzzling my neck.

It was all moonlight and roses, until he bite me on my shoulder.
A piercing pain that jolted me out of my heaven.

I do not mind him rough handling me
I do not mind him tying me
I do not mind him using me as a furniture prop
But i do mind when he bite me and drew blood. Its not so much of the pain that bothers me. It was the behaviour.

The look on his face was melancholic and yet mischievous.. and something I could not place a finger on.

A palpable sense of joy

He look happy when he was hurting me. And yet.. I thought I saw a shadow of agony in his eyes..

I could have walk away. Walk away from him.
But I did not.
Perhaps this is what they meant by "Love is blind"

Why are you like this Daniel?
Why?

The next few days I had to resort to wearing long sleeve shirts to cover up the bruises on my wrist.

The last straw came when one day he was kissing me and he bit me on my lips. It bled non stop.

[furritales]

1/4/11 Remember when (part 4)


The day we broke up is a day of screaming and shrieking amid tears.

Daniel: Kerri.. please don't leave.. I love you so much..

ME: PLEASE!! HURTING ME IS LOVING ME SO MUCH?!! DON'T BULLSHIT ME DANIEL.. IAM NOT A 3-YEAR-OLD!! IAM NOT STUPID!!!

Daniel: *In a quiet voice* Kerri, is there someone else in your life?

Me: NO!!! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?!!! HOW COULD YOU!! I WANT TO LEAVE YOU BECAUSE IAM JUST A SEX TOY TO YOU!!! ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO MAKE LOVE TO ME NOT TORTURE ME!!

Daniel: Don't shout Kerri..

He took a step towards me and I back off by 5 steps.

Me: DON'T TOUCH ME!

The look on his face mirrored the expression when he first learned of his grandmother's demise. Pure grief.

Daniel: You doubt my love for you?.. You don't trust me anymore?..

I walked away from him..
Because I know I will give in..
If i see him cry..
It will just break my heart..

[furritales]

1/4/11 Remember when (Finale)


After numerous Goo Goo Dolls, Scorpions, Journey, my Ipod came up with a stirring oldie which I hadn't heard for ages.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iGRYL23jbw


Sigh
I got up from my bed and went to the closet to retrieve an intricate cloisonne box. Gingerly I open the cover and took out the white mulberry paper nestled inside. He knew how much I love mulberry papers.

The contents of the paper made no references to me, neither did he indicate the reasons for this drastic act. Just a couple of apologies to his family and heart wrenching words. But in everyone else eyes I am the cause of that letter. I am the cause of his death.

The last few sentences were heavily smudged by the ink in round patches. He must have been crying..

It take every ounce of me to obtain this letter.
Copious amount of begging and bitter tears..

** For personal reasons I will not be posting the contents of that letter **
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To the outside world, it seemed he committed suicide because I left him. Just another love story that went awry. But no one knew the real truth behind his sudden departure. No one knew, accept me.

I did not have the habit to check my email daily. Its wasn't till 4 days after his death that I saw his email. It was sent 2 hours before he passed away.

The email was titled Forgive me.

kerri I know you are hating me as you are reading this
no words could describe how I am feeling now..
perhaps calm and compose?
hahha I have never felt this blissful this very moment
letting go is the greatesst feeling

you said I was torturing you and not making love
you said I was not a normal man
you said did I ever love you

you are right Iam not what i seems Kerri
i enjoy playing those sadistic games
because it give me an immense pleasurable pain to hurt you
but you never knew after each time I hurt you how much agony I feel inside

i never told you this
imfact I never told anyone
it start when I was studing for PSLE
mom and dad want me to go RI
i feel compel to excel in everythinI do
to tem I was a trophy son
they keep comparin me to my cousinns
my academic path was decided for me even before I was born
yhey want me to be a doctor a surgeon
fuck but they never ask me what I really want be when I grow up
i never had any chance of telling them I just want to be a music composer bar pianist or piano teacher
hahaaaaa anyway its pointless to say they never will acept that

i hadd to study so hard to get into all these schools
to get those coveted awards
i need something to numb the pain
so I begin to poke pens pencils into my flesh
it feel so good
a physixalpain to numb the emotional pain

i play rugby not because I enjoy sports
but because I enjoy the rough falls and bumps
i enjoy the pain of sprains
i feed om the pain

people say I was extremeky gifted
i excel in everything I do
but they never see the bloodand sweat I put in
expectations of me only got higher
so high I could not see myself anymore
iiwas neverhappy in my entire life
never

till I met you
it was the best thing that ever happen to me
i could forget everything whenever iam with yoi
but it was also the worst
beacuse I beginm to hurt you

hurting you is the most painful thing I ever experienced
because I love you so deply Kerri
but I could not stop

you are so fookish
you should hav run away
far away from me
but you did not
you play along
because I know you want me to be happy

a few time I was extremeily tempted to break off with you
but I could not bring myself to do it
even when you brough the topic up I could not do it.
i still not want to let you go
iknow my behaviou towards you was appallin at that time
becausae I was so desperste to keep you

every moment with you was etche in my mind

i own you to much Kerri

i know no words could ever replace the pain I cause
please forgive me
forgive me for beimg selfish bastard
leavin is the easiset way out
out of this misersable life
i m so sorry
so sorry

goodbye
I love you

iam not what I seems
iam nothing but a dream
i have no memorries of the thoughts I once had
now Iam gone and have no worries
no morereasons to feel sorry for what I cannot fix



This poem were the devastating last words by kurt cobain. Daniel had adored this poem and this was his wall paper on his computer. It was very clear to me now he was already suffering from mild depression from the moment I met him.

Me: why you want to put this on your computer? So sad leh
Daniel: *smiling* Really? I love this poem.. maybe one day I will also go like him leaving this words behind..
Me: Wei, don't anyhow say..

The email was littered with grammatical errors. I believe he was already not in his right frame of mind at that moment. His eyes could be blinded by tears.. I don't know.. i really don't know anymore.. I would give anything to go back to that moment.. To hold him in my arms again..
To say I love you again.

I could have shown his email to everyone especially his parents.. so that they know what they have done to him.. I badly want them to feel the guilt.. I badly want them to feel the pain I am feeling.. I want everyone to stop accusing me..

But I did not
2 wrongs doesn't make a right
Everyone has their own pain to deal with
I want him to leave a dignified man
Perfect in everyone's memories
A perfect son
A perfect cousin
A perfect friend

This email represent his desire to lock his secrets with me
I believe it is his last wish as well

On that fateful day I spend the whole night reading his last words over and over again.

I did not cry
Simply because there was no more tears left

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I look at my phone. 3am. Sleepless and tearing away.
I miss you so much
Where are you now

有人问我你究竟是那里好
这么多年我还忘不了
是鬼迷了心窍也好
是前世的因缘也好
然而这一切已不再重要

我在佛前日夜苦苦哀求
让我在踏过这条奈何桥之前
你能够重回我怀抱
让我再吻一吻你的脸

[inuzuka]

One hell of a story!! Can't wait for the next instalment... please continue ASAP!!! :D

[divedeeper]

Sis, amazing story. Do continue.

Will upz you my humble points.

[MasterJerker]

Reminds me of Christian Grey and Anastacia Steele in "Fifty Shades of Grey"

[curiouslala]

i just simply love it..
more please..

[Jasong1]

wowow nice nice nice

[furritales]

9/4/2011 (Part 1-- Down the rabbit hole)


Malcolm: I will be reaching your carpark in 10 minutes
Me: Ok. Wait near the lift area.

The last couple of days had me pestering/coercing/cajoling after Malcolm over the mysterious house party. He had refused to divulge any details other than "Its an interesting party"... "You will know when you are there la"...

I was desperately curious.

Me: Ok.. If you refuse to tell me what kind of party then I won't go.

Me: Are you going to tell me or not?!

Me: I really not going you know. Iam serious!

Me: Aww.. Come on.. Any hints? Celebrity party? Some big shot poolside wedding?

Me: Ahhh... your birthday party?!!

Malcolm: Hahahahahaha.. you will know on Saturday.. Stop asking, I won't tell you. And you will go. Because I know you are curious haha...

And he is right.


Getting out of the lift I look around the carpark for his black Jaguar. Slowly I made my way towards his car. The thought of seeing this man again has stirred up a cauldron of emotions. Happiness? Excitement? Apprehension?

Malcolm: Heya beautiful..

He beamed and gave my nose a little pinch.

He was dressed in a navy blue Polo Ralph tee coupled with jeans and loafers. Simple get-up. But I thought he look good to eat.

So its not a formal party after all. Iam glad I wore my Forever 21 simple black sundress.

After 15 minutes of drive, he drove into a long driveway flanked by trees and parked next to a black Maserati.

Malcolm: Ahhh.. haha...he is here too..
Me: Who is here too?
Malcolm: Haha...you will know later.. will introduce you to him. He wants to meet you too. You will like him.

I scowled at him and got out of the car.

The first sight that greeted me was two menacing stone lion gargoyles guarding the entrance of the porch. Muffled shrieks and laughter can be heard from the house.

What kind of party is this?
Why is he so mysterious about it?
Never mind, guess I will know in a minute..

Malcolm took out a card from his pocket and swipe the door.
A subtle click and the door opened.

Seeing the bewildered look on my face, he chuckled.

Malcolm: Only trusted friends have this key to her house. Of course, only valid on party day.

We went up a flight of stairs and came to the large living hall.

Its like looking through a gigantic kaleidoscope. The air was so thick with vibrancy and excitement. The whole house was littered with naked bodies or at least in some state of undress.

I stood next to a towering artisan floor lamp and simply gaped at the scene unfolding in front of me.

Geez. It is an orgy party.

[Feronas]

wtf...I read until cry sia...

[frankyquek81]

Camping here 😈😈😈

[huhwhad]

furritales, thy journal, read with
interest keen, with thoughts conflict'd,
moods upswing'd. for in humble's grasp,
dual souls, two fold'd minds, ruin'd
Ashtaroth, ilke Uriel, twin
seraphs' tempers wing'd.

Astarte, alto sing, schadenfreude,
immense venal joy, sweet delight,
at thine high fall, a Eve thus
corrupt'd by the Chief Fiend's call.
Past Sodom's gate, so enthrall'd, and
barter'd thy flesh to its Halls.
Of concern, doleful turn, wherefore, in
mournful glee, gay dolor, to Moloc's lure.
What thou was, me ponder'd, whence
thither brought, plans yonder?

Uriel, doleful toned, troubl'd Eve,
arduous toll 'Amora hither wring'd.
hope springs eternal, d'vine soul,
first untaint'd falls deceiv'd, by
the other ere, interim lost, anon,
thou find grace in Mercy and Justice
both, certes, for evil only good.
Time anneals, thy grey inur'd core,
brim thy chalice Grace; pray, bring
obedience due, endevord and to end,
persisting, safe arrive, light attain'd.

[furritales]

9/4/2011 Part 2 (Down the rabbit hole)


Malcolm took out a card from his pocket and swipe the door.
A subtle click and the door opened.

Seeing the bewildered look on my face, Malcolm smiled.

Malcolm: Only trusted friends have this key to her house. Of course, only valid on the day of the party.

Its like looking through a kaleidoscope. The air was so thick with vibrancy and excitement. The whole house was littered with naked bodies or at least in some state of undress.

I stood next to a towering artisan floor lamp and simply gaped at the scene unfolding in front of me.

Geez. It is an orgy party.

Someone held around my waist and whispered into my ears.
Come with me, we go upstairs.

I was so awestruck that I did not even realise I was rooted to the floor unmoving and just soaking in the clandesline sights.

Heavily ornated with baroque-style furnishings, the house was an exquisite work of art.

Holding my hand, Malcolm lead me across the marbled flooring, past naked dancing couples and up a flight of winding staircase.
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Hey Mal, good to see you tonight!
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Mal, new hot chick you have there!
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Aww, the little prince is here today!
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Me: Why did he call you little prince?
Malcolm: Haha.. its a private joke between us.

The 2nd level of the quintessential house was an extension of the ground level but albeit with a darker decor and even darker nude figure paintings that adorned the walls. There were two corridors leading to different rooms. We turned into the corridor on the left and came to a halt in front of a heavy paneled wooden door.

Malcolm put an ear to the door and listened.

Malcolm: Just want to make sure there isn't anyone inside. Once I stumbled onto a foursome.

Me: isn't that good for you? You can make it fivesome! Hahaha
I mean isn't that what you guys come for? For the many-many somes right? Anyway if there are people inside, they would have locked the door right?

Malcolm: Haha.. What you said is true. But Iam quite shy.. only one-on-one for me. Eh the door dosen't have locks at all.

Huh? The room can't be locked?

He turned the knob and we went in.

I thought I could have an orgasm right there and then. Well, should I say, a visual orgasm for my eyes.

Its a most peculiar room I have ever been to in my entire life. Yet its the most gorgeously breathtaking sight that stayed in my memory for the longest time.

An assortment of eclectic odds and ends littered the dark damasked room.

The owner must have spent a fortune in acquiring these pieces for I believe they do not come cheap. Every single piece is a sought-after collectible item.

Suddenly I was acutely aware of someone talking and hugging me from behind.

Malcolm: I knew you will love this room. Because once I saw you admiring an antique silk screen.

Me: It is all steampunk. Amazing!

Malcolm: Huh? What punk?

I push away from his embrace and came to halt in front of a gigantic wall clock. Instead of numerals, the dark bronzy antique victorian clock had numerous gears and bolts on it. I touched it gently as if it might disintegrate any moment.

A gunmetal jewel box encrusted with teal coloured stones.
An old rusty treasure box of sorts.
Several large grimoires and Wicca Pagan book of spells journals.
And many more enchanting pieces.

In the middle of the room stood a scarlet empire couch with silk upholstery. It is nothing short of stunning.

It was a room of full of old world charm.

Is the items for sale? I must have wondered aloud.

Malcolm: I doubt so. Emmeline loves all these to bits. Doubt she would want to sell them.

Once again, I felt a pair of hands going around my waist and slowly climbing up my chest. I leaned back against him and glazed up the ceiling. The 3-tier silvery gold chandelier shimmered under the soft lighting and cast a ethereal glow all around the room.

Its a heavenly treat for all my senses. For the first time even my seemingly righteous twin was in awe.

And then I thought I heard my name.

Malcolm: Kerri? You are so far away...

He clasped my bosom tightly to his body and another hand on my neck. I smiled. Iam so used to him that his rough antics doesn't scare me anymore.

Am I really just getting used to it?
Or am I really enjoying it?

By now, I had one of his hands inside my panties and one firmly latched on my neck. Our heads conjoined with an occasional kiss. We stood like this in what seems like silent bliss for 10 minutes.

And the all hell broke loose.

[SammyNewbie]

Sticks and Stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me?

candle wax, cuffs and whips?

Not quite my thing but let's see ;)

[curiouslala]

more pleaseee..

[furritales]

9/4/2011 Part 3 (Down the rabbit hole)

He clasped my bosom tightly to his body and another hand on my neck. I smiled. Iam so used to him that his rough antics dosen't scare me anymore.

Am I really just getting used to it?
Or am I really enjoying it?

By now, I had one of his hands inside my panties and one firmly latched on my neck. Our heads conjoined with an occasional kiss. We stood like this in what seems like silent bliss for 10 minutes.

And the all hell broke loose.

First, we heard loud voices and footsteps and in a split second the door swung open. Malcolm turned to face the door but his hand is still in my panties. I hastily flung out his hand and straightened the front of my dress. My face a shade of crimson.

Man-wearing-blue-boxer: Whoa! Look who we have here..
Lady-in-pink-camisole: I knew he will be here. Wei Malcolm, you are always having your own private little party.. Hahaa..
Man-completely-naked: This is the first time I see our prince's fly undone.

All of us turned our gaze to his zipper and true enough his black boxer was peeking out of his front jeans.

I looked at Malcolm expecting him to have the same tomato-red face as me. But he remained relax and grinning from ear to ear.

Malcolm: Nah.. you guys know me best. Iam a two-some person. Okay.

Spreading his arms he herded all of them out of the door.

Man-in-boxer: Awww.. Can we stay around? We promise to be quiet and invisible...

Malcolm: Nope. Shoo! Out!

After the door closed, he came to me and hug me real tight.

They often say a woman's intuition is always spot-on. Somehow I feel Malcolm came with a heavy heart. Something weighing on his mind.

Gently, I stroked the back of his head. In response, he tightened his embrace.

Me: Malcolm?
Malcolm: Yeah..
Me: Something bothering you?

He kept quiet. And I did not pursue any further. Once again we lapsed into that silent bliss that was rudely interrupted moments ago.

And this time there wasn't any footsteps or voice. The door flung open for the 2nd time.

Instead of averting my gaze, I locked eyes with this lone intruder. He was bespectacled with a slight goatee and rather petite in size. On first look he look just like any John Doe on the streets. Regular features. Ordinary. Guy-next-door. However, one asset of his had me mesmerized. He has a pair of smiling twinkling eyes. I thought he is what sunshine and laughter was made of. Even Malcolm was delighted to see him.

Malcolm: Ahh! I was thinking when are you going to appear..
Ethan: Melissa told me you are here.. with a beautiful lady. I thought I want to join in your fun.

His gaze never once left mine. And mine, never his.

Malcolm: Come come.. Kerri, this is Ethan. Ethan, this is Kerri.

All of us broke into laughter. Its the strangest setting to be introduced.

Ethan: Ok, shan't disturb you two anymore.

He gave me a wink and looked at Malcolm.

Ethan: I be at the strip corner. Don't be selfish ok?
Malcolm: Sure.

For the 3rd time we resumed our embrace.

[markyboy61]

Appreciate your sharing your adventures as always.. Just stay safe and sound there seems you like to push that envelope :P

[furritales]

9/4/2011 Part 4 (Down the rabbit hole)


For the 3rd time we resumed our embrace.

Me: Why did he ask you not to be selfish?
Malcolm: Because he wants to know you later and ask me not to take too long.
Me: Oh.. you mean he wants to fuck me?

He loosen his embrace and looked at me quizzically.

Malcolm: Wa.. Hahaa.. Ehh, You look so innocent suddenly u say the fuck word I couldn't imagine that. Haha!!
My little Kerri has grown.

I rolled my eyes at him.
I felt deeply disappointed.
Did he really intend to pass me around like a plate of hor d'oeuvres?
The more I think of it, the more irritated I become.

I shrugged out of his embrace and walked towards the door.
To hide my irritation I said in a very casual tone.
Me: Iam going out to explore the house.

I never reach the door knob. I felt a pair of strong hands pulling me back.

Malcolm: Later. Go sit at the couch.
Me: I don't want. I want to go out!
Malcolm: Kerri, I--say--later.
Me: I don't want to stay in this room! Hello! The door cannot be locked! Anyone can come in!
Malcolm: It dosen't matter. Everyone in this house is more or less naked.
Me: So? It may not matter TO YOU, but it matter TO ME!
Malcolm: * Exasperated * Whats wrong with you?! You are ok just now.
Me: Iam a woman. I have mood swings. Iam ok just now does not mean I will be ok later!

I crossed my arms across my chest and turned to face a taxidermy of a chihuahua on a mahogany mantle.

Malcolm: * In a very quiet tone * Kerri, don't forget Iam paying you. I don't like tantrums.

Slowly, I turned and faced him. He has a pained look on his face. I felt as though I had just been slapped.

I bite hard on the insides of my cheeks to stop the tears that was welling up in my eyes. The illusion I held so tenderly for this particular man had just shattered. Perhaps its a blessing in disguise. After all, illusions are illusions. They aren't meant to be real. And this illusion was borne out of the long suppressed memories of Daniel.

Slowly I walked toward Malcolm. My mind in a whirl. I have 2 options:
One, walk out of this room, out of this house, out of his life and out of this depressing profession.
Second, continue being the demure courtesan.

It was a life defining moment for Kerri. But it didn't take her very long to come to a painful decision. Not especially when RQ looms in her mind.

He was sitting on the couch. I stop directly in front of his face and cup his cheeks in my hands. Taking a deep breath, I whispered.

Me: Iam sorry..

He placed his palms on my butt and pushed my pelvic to his face. Leaning and slouching back onto the couch, he pulled me along and I straddled him, my knees sinking into the velvet upholstery.

I had the hem of my dress over his head. Gently he nibbled at my very moist mound through the fabric of my panty. Obviously my physiological functions aren't affected by my indignation.

With two hands supporting my back he flipped me onto my back and slipped a slippery tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. Perhaps fuelled by the short outburst moments ago, I bit hard on his lower lip and tightened my embrace. And unknowingly, this bite had set the succession of many bites in the following years of my provocative career.

I heard him took a sharp intake of breath, drawn from the sudden and unexpected pain on his lips. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. There is a mad glint in his eyes. He raised his hand and I flinched. For a moment I thought he was going to slap me. But I felt a finger tracing my lips and down to my neck. I closed my eyes and braced for the onslaught. Instead of closing his fingers on my windpipe he caress my neck and brought his lips to the tender skin.

Was I surprised that he did not choke me?
No. Because knowing Malcolm, he will have another heinous method of torturing me.

With uncanny gentleness, he planted little kisses down my neck to my chest. I tensed my body when he was nibbling my nipples. By now the butterflies in my stomach had doubled in strength. Iam sure he has something up his sleeve.

What could it be?

[viviankoh]

Love your story. Can totally relate to it sis.

May you find true love :)

[viviankoh]

Sis,

I broke down reading your story. I guess we just have to let go and stay strong:)

You must take good care of yourself.

[viviankoh]

9/4/2011 Part 4 (Down the rabbit hole)


For the 3rd time we resumed our embrace.

Me: Why did he ask you not to be selfish?
Malcolm: Because he wants to know you later and ask me not to take too long.
Me: Oh.. you mean he wants to fuck me?

He loosen his embrace and looked at me quizzically.

Malcolm: Wa.. Hahaa.. Ehh, You look so innocent suddenly u say the fuck word I couldn't imagine that. Haha!!
My little Kerri has grown.

I rolled my eyes at him.
I felt deeply disappointed.
Did he really intend to pass me around like a plate of hor d'oeuvres?
The more I think of it, the more irritated I become.

I shrugged out of his embrace and walked towards the door.
To hide my irritation I said in a very casual tone.
Me: Iam going out to explore the house.

I never reach the door knob. I felt a pair of strong hands pulling me back.

Malcolm: Later. Go sit at the couch.
Me: I don't want. I want to go out!
Malcolm: Kerri, I--say--later.
Me: I don't want to stay in this room! Hello! The door cannot be locked! Anyone can come in!
Malcolm: It dosen't matter. Everyone in this house is more or less naked.
Me: So? It may not matter TO YOU, but it matter TO ME!
Malcolm: * Exasperated * Whats wrong with you?! You are ok just now.
Me: Iam a woman. I have mood swings. Iam ok just now does not mean I will be ok later!

I crossed my arms across my chest and turned to face a taxidermy of a chihuahua on a mahogany mantle.

Malcolm: * In a very quiet tone * Kerri, don't forget Iam paying you. I don't like tantrums.

Slowly, I turned and faced him. He has a pained look on his face. I felt as though I had just been slapped.

I bite hard on the insides of my cheeks to stop the tears that was welling up in my eyes. The illusion I held so tenderly for this particular man had just shattered. Perhaps its a blessing in disguise. After all, illusions are illusions. They aren't meant to be real. And this illusion was borne out of the long suppressed memories of Daniel.

Slowly I walked toward Malcolm. My mind in a whirl. I have 2 options:
One, walk out of this room, out of this house, out of his life and out of this depressing profession.
Second, continue being the demure courtesan.

It was a life defining moment for Kerri. But it didn't take her very long to come to a painful decision. Not especially when RQ looms in her mind.

He was sitting on the couch. I stop directly in front of his face and cup his cheeks in my hands. Taking a deep breath, I whispered.

Me: Iam sorry..

He placed his palms on my butt and pushed my pelvic to his face. Leaning and slouching back onto the couch, he pulled me along and I straddled him, my knees sinking into the velvet upholstery.

I had the hem of my dress over his head. Gently he nibbled at my very moist mound through the fabric of my panty. Obviously my physiological functions aren't affected by my indignation.

With two hands supporting my back he flipped me onto my back and slipped a slippery tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. Perhaps fuelled by the short outburst moments ago, I bit hard on his lower lip and tightened my embrace. And unknowingly, this bite had set the succession of many bites in the following years of my provocative career.

I heard him took a sharp intake of breath, drawn from the sudden and unexpected pain on his lips. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. There is a mad glint in his eyes. He raised his hand and I flinched. For a moment I thought he was going to slap me. But I felt a finger tracing my lips and down to my neck. I closed my eyes and braced for the onslaught. Instead of closing his fingers on my windpipe he caress my neck and brought his lips to the tender skin.

Was I surprised that he did not choke me?
No. Because knowing Malcolm, he will have another heinous method of torturing me.

With uncanny gentleness, he planted little kisses down my neck to my chest. I tensed my body when he was nibbling my nipples. By now the butterflies in my stomach had doubled in strength. Iam sure he has something up his sleeve.

What could it be?

Dear sis,

Please don't stop...

[furritales]

I will be moving the stories to a blog.. but the problem is I am very blog-idiot... still fumbling and tumbling my way to setting it up... :D

[sengkarporguy]

fantastic story writing and your english is fantastic!
Im sorry i cant up your point. Pls keep up the story!

[Polar.Bear]

Yes, please keep it up! It's a good read.

[Andyly]

Love the way you write! Best content here by far :)

[sexyboiboi]

more plsss keep it coming bro

[Andyly]

ooooh, no updates? :(

[viviankoh]

ooooh, no updates? :(

Any updates? I am yearning for more...

[RagingNova]

Wow~ I'm literally addicted to your story. I'm feeling a lot of emotion just by read >.< Would love to read more please

[viviankoh]

hello my dear sis......... I am waiting...

[sexyboiboi]

more more!

[Sullen]

Yeah, do update more pls!!

[furritales]

9/4/2011 Part 5 (Down the rabbit hole)

Was I surprised that he did not choke me?
No. Because knowing Malcolm, he will have another heinous method of torturing me.

With uncanny gentleness, he planted little kisses down my neck to my chest. I tensed my body when he was nibbling my nipples. By now the butterflies in my stomach had doubled in strength. Iam sure he has something up his sleeve.

What could it be?

Nibble by nibble, tender kisses cascading all the way down to my most sensitive part of the body. Spreading me wide open, he flicked his tongue in and out, teasing the sensitive folds. I let out a soft moan. Gradually, his tongue was slowly advancing into the delicate inner crevice, creating waves of delicious spasms in me. I tilt my pelvis onto his face as hard as I could, willing that tongue to go deeper.

He encircled my waist and pulled me up to my knees. I heard the rustling of plastic wrapper. He is opening up the box of condoms. I arched my back raising my buttocks to him relishing the anticipation of the sensation of fullness.

What happened the next couple of minutes was the catalyst of my journey into the land of infinite darkness.

He came close to me, hugging me from the back and left a trail of kisses along my spine. Grabbing both my hands onto my back and forcing my head onto the pillow, I felt him spreading my butt cheeks.

And spreading my anus.

[furritales]

9/4/2011 Part 5 (Down the rabbit hole)

I yank free of both my hands and twist around to glare at him. The smirk on his face tells it all.

I enjoy seeing you scream

I tried flipping onto my back but I was no match for his strength. He lunge forward, placing his entire weight onto me. His fingers frantically hovering around my anus region.

I scream.

Malcolm: Shhh... Be quiet..

Pushing my hair away, he bit me hard on my nape. I shuddered. The fear of losing my anal virginity greatly masked the pain of the bite.

Me: Can you please stop that!

No response

What have I gotten myself into?!

His fingers are now inching dangerously close to the inner folds of my rectum.

I was yelping away and furiously pushing his hands away from my butt. All to no avail. Taking a deep breath, I was preparing to howl out my lungs.

And then everything came to a halt and a pair of strong arms encircled me, flipping me over and onto him.

Malcolm: Sit on me
Me: Huh?

He took his turgid member and attempt to insert into me. I raise my butt and guide it into me.

Malcolm: Move!
Me: Huh?

I did not understand what Iam suppose to do.
This is my first time on top of a man.
Usually I am always the one lying below.

But it didn't take long before I was riding and grinding him. I was glaring at him the whole time unable to forget the anal ordeal. But he had his eyes closed, in a state of euphoria. I stop the grinding and slowly lowered myself till my face touched his. My hands went behind his head, grabbing a fistful of hair, I snarled at him.

Me: Why did you do that for? You know very well I do not do anal stuff!

He opened his eyes and let out a faint chuckle.

Malcolm: I know. I only meant to give you a scare.. I do not do anal either.
Me: You do it just so you could see me scream? You said it before. You enjoy seeing me scream.

I stare into his eyes and tighten my grip on his hair. In one swift move, he push himself up and pin me under him. Spreading my legs wide, he barge his way into me.

I gasped. The pain shot right through me. Despite the searing pain, there was something irresistible about this ravage sensation that is almost.. pleasurable

After 10 minutes, he slumped on top of me, beads of his perspiration falling on my breasts.

And then i heard a sound. Someone just sneezed. And it wasn't Malcolm.

I raised my head and gasped. Leaning against the wall at one corner was Ethan. He had a lop-sided grin. I groaned inwards. The door has no locks. He must have seen everything.

I hissed into Malcolm's ears.

Me: Your friend is here.
Malcolm: Huh? Who?

He raised his head and looked over the couch.
Laughing away...

Malcolm: Fuck! Since when you become a peeping tom?

I rolled off Malcolm and sat at the edge of the sofa. Taking a deep breath I stood up and walked up to Ethan, flashing a icy smile.

Me: I hope you enjoy the show.
Without waiting for his reply, I turned and strutted out of the room.

[SkyCarpenter]

I wonder how I can miss this thread ?

[ANowhereMan]

Nice updates.
Do continue when you're back

[Falicia]

Nice update

[GundamZero]

The style you wrote and the words you used are beautiful. A very elegant way of writing which smoother the heart of the readers here.

[viviankoh]

omg!! you are so damn talented... So happy to see your updates!!!

[furritales]

Thanks for all support!! ;)

[furritales]

9/4/11 (Part 6 Down the rabbit hole)

I looked up and gasped. Leaning against the wall at one corner was Ethan. He had a lop-sided grin. I groaned inwards. The door has no locks. He must have seen everything.

I hissed into Malcolm's ears.

Me: Your friend is here.
Malcolm: Huh? Who?

He raised his head and looked over the couch.

Malcolm: *Laughing* Fuck! Since when you become a peeping tom?

I rolled off Malcolm and sat at the edge of the sofa. Taking a deep breath I stood up and walked up to Ethan.

Me: *Flashing a cold-as-winter smile* I hope you enjoy the show.
Without waiting for his reply, I turned and strutted out of the room.

Hey!

I ignored the caller and went up the flight of stairs to the 3rd level of the house. There was no rooms to hide nor restrooms I can run to. The 3rd level was the gateway to the rooftop patio. I stepped onto the cold cement and walked over to the open air lounge.

Ethan: Hey! Iam sorry. Didn't mean to peep.. but..

I whirled around to face him.

Me: Why did you peep on us? You like to watch live shows?
Ethan: No no.. sorry ok. I really didn't mean to peep.
Me: Then why did you? You knew I was an escort right? How rude was that? I mean, I am an escort but it doesn't mean you can intrude in my privacy as and when you wish?!

His brows was knitted in a frown. The sunshine on his boyish face was replaced by a sad apologetic look. I relented. Sigh. I was surprised by my own outburst which probably was caused by Malcolm. I have no right to scold him as it is an orgy party.

Ethan: Iam so sorry..
Me: Actually I should be saying sorry. Its an orgy party after all. Anyway, its ok. Iam alright.

Forcing a smile on my face, I brush past him and head towards the exit. I felt a gentle tug on my arm and turn to face him.

Me: Mmm?
Ethan: Stay with me for a while? I like to chat with you.
Me: Oh.. ok.

We walk over to the pavilion and sat on the woven wicker sofa. Strangely, I was no longer angry. This man seems to emit a calming and reassuring aura that simply melts away my fiery.

It was an awkward moment. After all, we just had a tiff.

Me: So, you often come to this sort of parties?
Ethan: Quite a few times. Its rather liberating I must say. Not your usual kind of party. This is your first time right?

I giggled.

Me: Yup. Imagine my shock when I open the door! I felt like Alice in wonderland. Should be lustland.

We burst out laughing.

Ethan: Do you like what you see then?

Cocking my head to a side, I deliberate for a few moments.

Me: Its... very intriguing. But I especially love that room. The room with all the charming antique stuff.

The room where you peek at us.

Ethan: Ahh... yeah, the room has quite a character isn't it? I love that room too. Had quite a few fond memories in there.

Me: Fond memories? Like?

He lapsed into silence, his face donning a wistful smile.

Ethan: Had an unforgettable private party with Emmeline.
Me: Who is Emmeline?
Ethan: Oh.. she is the owner of this house and organiser of these parties. She is very strict on who is allowed in and who is not. Only trusted and close friends . Apparently Malcolm had a hard time convincing her to allow him to bring you in. But of course he did not mention you are an escort. Just say that you are a close lady friend.
Me: Oh..

Suddenly I was touched by this seemingly small gesture by Malcolm. I felt really bad by the tantrums I threw at him. Where is he now? Missing him already.

Me: Ok. I ought to go find Malcolm now.
Ethan: Oh.. I think he is busy with Emmeline.

He wink at me and in an instant I caught his underlying meaning of the wink. I was sized by an inexplicable wave of jealousy and sadness.

Slowly, I sat back onto the brown woven chaise.

What are doing now? Having sex? Kissing?
Is he rough with her as with me? Or is he tender with her?

Taking a deep breath, I look down at my hands on my lap. And hoping the man beside did not notice my nose getting redder by the second. Often, my nose will turn red before the tears fall.

Ethan: Eh, did anyone tell you you really resemble a HongKong actress?
Me: Huh? Who who!

I laughed. Looking straight into his twinkling merry eyes the pool of tears that threaten to fall begin to retreat back to its recesses.

Ethan: Cherie Chung
Me: Err.. Who is that?
Ethan: A Hong Kong actress. Not your time though.. You look just like her when she is young. Big eyes, long thick hair...

He came close to me, raised his hand and gently caress the back of my head.

[furritales]

9/4/2011 (Part 7 Down the rabbit hole)

He came close to me, raise his hand and caress the back of my head. His intentions were very clear. Smiling at him, I gently push away his hand.

Ethan: Sorry, couldn't resist the urge to touch you. You are really very lovely.
Me: Its alright. I think we ought to go?
Ethan: Go where?
Me: Mmm.. go to the main hall? There is a party isnt it?
Ethan: Hahaa... but if you want to mingle there you need to be at least in bra and panties or naked.
Me: Huh?! Then nevermind. I will just sit here.

My mind racing away. Trying to find a topic to distract him.
Because I know he will raise the question I been dreading.

Me: So, tell me, do you really enjoy this kind of parties? I mean, being naked and people having sex right in front of you..
Ethan: Mmm.. actually I do not participate, I prefer to be an audience than participant.
Me: Oh I see.. so you are like a peeping tom..

The words were out even before I realise it.

Me: Opps sorry. Just kidding. Haha.

He was laughing away.

Ethan: I guess you are right. Maybe I do have this fetish of peeping.

He gave a shrug and smiled.

Ethan: Every one has his or her own fetish. Like Emmeline, she likes being hand cuffed to the bed and wear those super tight corsets..

Super tight corset? On my first appointment with Malcolm, he made me wore a super tight corset.

The feeling of being aroused and out-of-breath..
A lethal combo that brings a whole new meaning to sexual orgasm.

Me: What about... Malcolm? Do you know his fetishes?

He tilt his head to a side and look at me with a shrewd eye.

Ethan: Ehh, I thought you should know his fetishes better than me? You been with him for quite a number of times yeah?

I wonder what else did Malcolm said about me.
And how much did this man know about me.

Me: Mmm.. ya.. But.. you know.. its all quite normal stuff. Nothing fanciful.

I smiled at him
Since becoming an escort I had somehow acquired the skill of telling white lies at the drop of the hat.

He frowned.

Ethan: Really? But thats not what I heard.
Me: Oh? So what did he say to you?
Ethan: Nevermind. Anyway, its not important..

But it is.. important to me.
But of course I did not push it.

Its only much later that I come to realise the true depth of their friendship.

He shift his body closer to mine. We are literally skin to skin.
I stare into his eyes. Its no longer easy to resist the charms of this man.

And then it happened in just a blink of an eye.

His lips touched mine. His tongue gentle and inquisitive.
I thought I was kissing my high school crush. The kiss lasted 10 seconds before I turned away.

It was an awkward moment.

Me: Mmm.. I think we ought to go.
Ethan: Sure. Lets go. .

We descended the stairs and reached the second level.

Man-totally-nude: Hey Ethan! Where have you been? Come, the dance is about to start..

He is probably in his early 30s. Trim and athletic sporting a Mohawk hair style.
A handsome fellow I must say. But I wasn't attracted to his facial features nor his buff physique. Instead I was transfixed to a rather private region of his and I have never seen anything quite like this before.

[BowieKnife]

TS got any more juicy stories coming ?

[viviankoh]

Upz for my favorite writer

[Grayhonk]

wait for updates :D

[furritales]

9/4/2011 (Part 8 Down the rabbit hole)

Me: Mmm.. I think we ought to go.
Ethan: Sure. Lets go. .

We descended the stairs and reached the second level.

Man-totally-nude: Hey Ethan! Where have you been? Come, the dance is about to start..

He is probably in his early 30s. Trim and athletic sporting a Mohawk hair style.
A handsome fellow I must say. But I wasn't attracted to his facial features nor his buff physique. Instead I was transfixed to a rather private region of his and I have never seen anything quite like this before.

I could not help it but keep staring at his phallus.

There are small bumps along the shaft of the penis. From afar it look like as if its diseased. But on closer look, the bumps has a symmetrical pattern to them.

Man-totally-nude: Hello, don't think I met you before. Anyway Iam Elgin.

A large and veiny hand reach out for my hand and gently kiss it.

Ethan: She is Malcolm's guest.
Elgin: Oh.. ok. I saw Mal with Emmeline at the bar. Its ok.. Maybe I can help to entertain this lovely lady.

He came really close to me and place one hand at my waist. His breath reeked of alcohol.
I flashed him a polite smile and disengaged from him.

Ethan: Haha Elgin no.. This one is out of bounds.

He feigned a sad look.

Elgin: Aww.. Sad man! Anyway it fine by me. Enjoy babe! Come look for me if you want a good time, anytime.

He gave me a wink and walked away.

Me: Did you see his thingy?! Why is it like that?!

Ethan burst out laughing.

Ethan: Thingy?.. hahahaha.. That is called pearling. Some kind of pearls or titanium bearings that can be implanted under the skin. Well, it is supposed to enhance sexual pleasure. You know some condom brands have this ribbed effect? Something like that..

Me: It looks scary and must be painful. Anyway he mention some kind of dance?

Ethan: Ahh! Yes! The dance is starting.. you wanna see? You don't have to participate but you need to be naked or at least bra and panties..

Me: Err.. bra and panties?!
Ethan: Its alright. Everyone will be in that attire. I will strip down to my underwear too.
Me: I don't dance. Maybe I will just stay....
Ethan: Its a very special dance. Not your usual shake-ass shake-body kind. I be around you. Don't worry. Come.

Without waiting for my reply, his hands went to the hem of my dress and attempt to strip it off me.

Me: Hey wait! Can I just go and take a look first? Please..

I flashed him a Kerri's trademark coy smile. So far it has never fail to work.

Ethan: Alright, lets go.

We went down to the ground level. The party seems to be in full swing.
Naked bodies of all shapes and sizes slithered past us. My butt was squeezed and my breasts groped by a pretty short haired brunette.

The house was massive. We walk to the end of a long corridor and stop outside the last room. There was a wooden filigree plaque carved with the words
"THE CHAMBRE NOIRE"

Ethan: This is called the black room. You will see why.

He turn the door knob and open the door. I gape at the scene right in front of me.

[curiouslala]

Sis furry, more puhleaseee..
Your story is super enticing :)

[sexyboiboi]

more plssss
cant wait

[furritales]

9/4/2011 (part 9 Down the rabbit hole)

The house was massive. We walk to the end of a long corridor and stop outside the last room. There was a wooden filigree plaque carved with the words
"THE CHAMBRE NOIRE"

Ethan: This is called the black room. You will see why.

He turn the door knob and open the door. I gape at the scene right in front of me.

Ethan: Don't stand here. Go in.

He grab my hand and pull me to a corner of the room.

Someone whistled.

Ethan wave his hand in front of me.

Ethan: Hello hello! Told you its different right. You will like this room.

The wall was cladded in a black victorian flourish wallpaper. Furniture was lustre black. All pieces designed in victorian. No less. The massive chandelier gleaned in the dark. There must be at least a hundred black swaroski crystals. It was not called "The Chambre Noire" for nothing.

In the middle of the room was a large black wooden dance floor. There must be at least 10 people on it. As it was dark, I walk closer to take a better look.

Everyone on the wooden platform was naked and blindfolded. I turn back to look at Ethan.

Me: Are they on drugs? They seems like in a trance or something..
Ethan: Haha.. no drugs.. drugs is prohibited in all the parties held here.
Me: Then why are they moving so slowly and.. sorry but I seriously don't know what are they doing.. Haha.. I thought its suppose to be a dance.

The people on the platform glided and slithered against one another. Every movement is slow, deliberate but seems relax. Some couples are intertwined together and some just brush past anyone everyone in his or her path.

Its the most singular dance I ever come across.

Ethan: This is called the transcendental blindfold dance.
Me: Sorry, I only know hip hop dance, zumba dance, contemporary dance and pole dance.
Ethan: Hahahahaha.. yeah, its pretty unique. This dance is created by Emmeline. She has a lot of funny weird ideas. Anyway, shall we...

Without letting Ethan finish his sentence, I walk up to a large frame hanging on the wall.

On the wall was huge black ornated frame inscribed with gold words. Many, many words. Rows and rows of small words. The gold reflected off against the black foreground of the frame and cast an errie glow all around. It was almost magical.
The words was titled "The paradox of our times"


We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers
Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints
We spend more, but we have less.

We have bigger houses, but smaller families
More conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees, but less sense
More knowledge, but less judgement
More experts, but more problems
More medicines, but less wellness.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often
We have learnt how to make a living, but not a life.
We have added years to life, but not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We have conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted our soul.
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We've higher incomes, but lower morals.
We've become long on quantity but short on quality.

These are the times of tall men, and short character;
Steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare,
More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorces;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes.
It is a time when there is much in the show window, and nothing in the stockroom.


Suddenly, I felt a pair of cold hands encircling my waist and hugging me tight. The familiarity of the perfume jolted me out of my reverie.

I turned around and smiled at a naked Malcolm beaming down at me.

Malcolm: I hope you are enjoying yourself

He smile and kiss me. Without a word, he lift off my dress, unhook my bra and strip off my panty. Not a word of protest from me. Iam now stark naked. And very cold.

Because I want to do this special dance with him.
Even though he is only an hour or two away from my side, I actually miss him.
God help me.

He reach into a basket on the floor near the platform and fish out 2 blindfolds.

Me: Must we use the blindfolds? What if I accidentally hit or step onto someone?
Malcolm: Look at the people on the platform. They are moving very very slowly. The point is to totally relax yourself. Do not use sudden and strong movements as you might hit someone. Just enjoy the sensations. You will know if you are out of the platform. One flooring is wooden and the outside flooring is marble. Don't worry I will be with you.
And... don't be surprise if someone touches you or squeeze your boobs or butt..
Me: Huh?!

With that, he hushed me up, blindfolded me (and probably himself). I felt myself being pulled into the maze of warm bodies.

I doubt I will enjoy anything.
The whole thing is just weird.
But as it turns out, I am about to experience the most sensual and incredible experience.

[inuzuka]

One of the most interesting and unique story I ever come across... please do continue... ;)

[balasha8]

Frankly, from your second assignment onward, I can’t finish most of the writing as I felt extremely sad reading them.

Sincerely, I hope that it is just a story.

Wish you luck. Be well.

[Volibear]

Ok cool story bro

[furritales]

31/12/2013 (John and Jane Doe)

Haha.. a very impromptu entry for this first day of 2015. It was the last day of 2013. A most memorable assignment in kerri colourful path of courtesaning. Memorable because of the simplicity of the assignment. Just 2 average John and Jane in the world, living their lives as sanely as they can. Our paths cross on that night, for that brief couple of hours, you allow me to relieve the mask which I have been wearing even when facing my own self.

I remembered I rejected all appointments on that last day of the year. Because I had wanted to spend the day with my niece. I had brought a Lego barbie house as a Christmas present for her and wanted to build it with her on new year eve. But your message that appeared on my phone at noon changed all my plans.

You: Hello is this Kerri?
Me: Yes.. Who is this?
You: Err...Iam Joel.. Actually Kelvin intro me to you. I was wondering if you are available tonight?

(Kelvin is a regular client of mine.)

Me: Sorry, but tonight iam not available at all. Perhaps we can arrange another day?
You: Oh..you already have an appointment? Maybe we can meet after your appointment?

Geez, this man dosent give up.

Me: No I do not have any appointments. But Iam spending time with family instead. Perhaps I can recommend another escort or next week..?
You: No... I only want to meet you. Iam happy with just 2 hours of your time. :) Its very important to me that I meet you today. Feel free to quote me any price. Iam really sorry for being such a last minute prick... Would you consider it please.. :)

Feel free to quote me any price.. I smiled. I will quote him a price so high he will refuse. La la la.

Me: Ok.. if you insist, my fees are $$...

The charges I quoted are double of my normal rates. Well, everyone working on eves of public holidays usually received double pay. So its not unreasonable that I am entitled to double as well. Hee.

Anyway I was expecting a No from him.

To my surprise,

You: Ok! Can.. Shall we meet at Orchard Mrt at 6pm for dinner first?

Mrt.. This is the first time iam meeting a client at Mrt. Everything about this appointment smells fishy to me..

Me: Hello Kelvin.. kerri here.. do you have a friend call XXX? Because he said you introduce me to him.
Kelvin: Ya I did.. He look you up? Haha.. He is a very nice guy. Don't bully him.

I bully him? Zzzzz

Anyway, at least he is legit.

I came out of Orchard Mrt station, scanning through the hordes of party goers for a man wearing blue checkered polo shirt, black pants and a leather satchel. It took me a good 5 minutes to find him. I thought he look like a plumper version of Dicky cheung.
He smiled. I smiled. We shake our hands.

Slowly, we crawl our way through to Wheelock place, Cedele.
You: Iam sorry to choose this place. I should have known better.
Me: Its ok la.. at least the queue here is acceptable.

There must be at around 7 people in the queue. I strongly believe my queue is one of the shortest in the whole of Orchard at that moment.

Me: Can I ask you something? Why must you insist on meeting me today? You never met me before..
You: Err... If I don't say its important you meet me today then you probably won't meet me, right?

I look straight at him in a WTH face.

You: Haha.. sorry. But I just want a fuck on the last day of the year la.

I look straight at him, for the 2nd time, in a WTH face.

Me: Err..if you want a fuck, then alot of places you can get..
You: like? Geylang? Don't want la.. Very pai seh to be seen there. Everyone will know I go there for what. At least now people will thought you are my girlfriend..

No more WTH faces. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

Me: You have any girlfriend?
You: No.. aiya..iam a jailbird no girls want me la

No more WTH face, no rolling of eyes and I did not laugh.

You: Haha... You regret already isit?
Me: You don't look like someone who went to jail before. What happen?
You: Oh..nothing serious la.. I raped a woman..she threaten to report me to police lor so I hammer her to death.

I stared at him.

You laughed. I thought I saw a glimmer of compassion behind that carefree eyes.

You: Just kidding la. I was drunk driving and seriously injured a pedestrian. I didn't stop to help I just drove off lor. Because I was scared.

I saw a frown on your face and silence engulfed both of us.

Me: Its alright. Everyone has their stories. No one is perfect. Sometimes being single has its own benefits also.
You: You have any boyfriends?

I knew you regretted asking your question. Because I saw that frown appear on your face again.

Me: I have alot. You are one of them lor.
You: Why are you in this line? Actually Kelvin told me about you before. He mentioned you are supporting your family?
Me: No la.. I like buying prada, LV, Hemes and chanel. So I become an escort lor. Oh, I have 3 toyboys also. They are very expensive de.

I grinned happily at his WTH face.

You: Ya..like real..

We laughed and poke fun at each other..

I had a glimpse of your love life...

You: She broke off our engagement when I went to jail. She whatsapp me saying she want to leave me. She say she cannot believe i hit and run.. Its all over in a few minutes over some fucking whatsapps. She didn't even tell me face to face...

I had a glimpse of your social life...

You: My friends shun me like a plague when I came out of the jail. Alot of them unfriend me at Facebook..

I had a glimpse of your character...

You: I made a mistake and paid a price for it. I move on.. I won't cry because it's all in the past and I can't do anything to something that had already happened...

And I had a glimpse of that compassion I seen in your eyes...

You: My car repair shop hires all ex jailbirds because I know how difficult isit for these people to get accepted again in the society...

I learned so much of you and you of me in that few hours. Despite your ominous massive tribal tattoo at your back, there is so much gentleness when you are on top of me that I thought you might have a split personality.

The amount of humour you have is outrageous..

You: Ehh, you can give discounts to people who give you bfe? (boyfriend effect)

You: Don't laugh at people with small dicks ok.. They usually have bigger brains I tell you...
.
.
.

Despite the bitterness you experienced, you have look upon them with courage and determination.

I had so much laughter in a short span of a couple of hours.
They often say laughter is the best medicine. Its through you that I realise everyone can look down on you and it dosent matter because we can't please everyone on this earth. But most important is how you yourself look upon yourself. You are the most important person that matters most... to yourself.

So, the first hug in the year 2015 you should give is yourself.

Happy New Year to all


(This will be my last entry in SBF. Will be moving to a blog. Anyone willing to help me setup a blog? Free dinner perhaps? :)

[BobbyBoo]

Great stuff.

[lemontee]

where are you TS?
PLEASE COME BACK:(

[viviankoh]

Hey dear,

Are you still around? Can u pm me please..

[viviankoh]

Please come back soon.. please continue your story soon.... miss you so much..

[viviankoh]

1/4/2011 Wise men say only fools rush in (part 7)


Me: Stop it Daniel! Please...!

The words were out of my mouth before I even realise it. Damn it! He stop biting me and look at me in the eye.

Malcolm: Daniel? Who is Daniel?

Closing my eyes, I kept my silence.

Malcolm: Kerri... Why did you call me Daniel? Kerri?.... Who the hell is Daniel?

I got up from the bed and walk out of the bedroom totally naked. Standing before his wine cabinet, I randomly search for that one potent alcohol that could knock me out in just one shot. After all, isnt alcohol suppose to drown sorrows? Even if that saying is just an illusion, let me sink into oblivion. I settled for a exquisite bottle titled Macallan 1939.

There is a problem though. Instead of a typical cork stopper, the bottle had a unique gold metallic emblem of sorts covering the entire opening.

How do I open this thing? Carefully, I place it back to its original position.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Malcolm standing at the doorway. Not wanting him to harp on me on Daniel, my mind search anxiously for a decoy.

Me: *Pointing the the Macallan* This little one is so unique.
Malcolm: *Laughing* Yeah... Little one is a special edition made-to-order by a client of mine. I believe not more than 20 in the world.
Me: I would like a drink. Any recommendations?
Malcolm: *Taking down a half bottle of chivas* Well.. little chivas here then. My trusty companion whenever Iam... a little under the weather.

I went back to the room to put on my clothes. When I join Malcolm on the sofa he had 2 glasses of the whiskey. On the rocks. I took it all down in one gulp and reach for the chivas bottle. But he snatch it away from my hands.

Malcolm: *Frowning at me* Whoa! Easy... My god!.. Thats not the way to enjoy a whiskey. What is wrong with you?!

Malcolm: * Cupping my face in his hands* Kerri... you crying?
Iam sorry. Did I hurt you?.... Look... please...you gotta tell me...

Me: Crying? Nope Iam not la.. Most probably the alcohol.. sting my eyes... Iam tired Malcolm. Can I go home?

Malcolm: Ok.. Next Saturday I would like to take you to a.... party... Would you be available?

Me: I will let you know again ok?

Malcolm: Sure! I will call a cab for you...

Me: Malcolm, no... I just catch one easily..

Actually I was planning to take the MRT. The cab fare from his place to mine was exorbitant. I wasn't being stingy, but every penny counts.

Shaking away that twinge of disappointment, I make my way down onto the streets.

Why are you disappointed?
He is not your boyfriend, for goodness sake!
Don't expect him to drive you home
He is just a client
A client...

Client!... And I had totally forgotten about my payment for the day. Anyway my fees were the last thing on my mind. It doesn't matter if he pays or not. Why? I had no idea...

What is fucking wrong with me?!

A surge of emotions rise up within me. Tears just stream down my face. I couldn't control the floodgates.

I hail down the first cab that came my way. Rummaging my bag for tissue, my hands found an envelope.
It is my fee.
Sigh.

In the cab the radio was playing an old Chinese haunting song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE83Sb12li4

Taking deep breaths I manage to stop the tears.

Why am I upset when he asked to do roleplays?
Why do I feel like crying when he bite me? It is definitely not because of pain.
Why am I disappointed when he did not offer to send me home?
Sigh.

Because certain memories I had kept locked up deep within me had somehow surfaced.

This is a man whom I was once so terrified of. Exactly the same way I used to be terrified of Daniel. Given a choice I would have preferred to remain terrified of him. Because.... I realise that fear is something less of a headache than love. I could handle fear...but not love.

And I fully understand the reason as to why I kept meeting up with this man despite his obscure personality.

And I fully understand all the upsets I was experiencing.

Wise men say, only fools rush in, but i cant help falling in love with you.

In love with a man who resemble Daniel in every angle and aspect.

God help me.

I love this part soooo much...

[viviankoh]

Thanks to all the support and kind words...Really appreciate it ;)





Unfortunately I have to disagree, no offense though. Not all people who went into this trade love money. In need of money, perhaps, yes.

As for the devil, its just an aphorism on how Kerri sees the skin trade. After all, money is root of all evil.

Hi dear,

Miss your story... Does not matter what people says as long as we know the reason ..

I am waiting for you to continue... Its our promise...

[viviankoh]

31/12/2013 (John and Jane Doe)

Haha.. a very impromptu entry for this first day of 2015. It was the last day of 2013. A most memorable assignment in kerri colourful path of courtesaning. Memorable because of the simplicity of the assignment. Just 2 average John and Jane in the world, living their lives as sanely as they can. Our paths cross on that night, for that brief couple of hours, you allow me to relieve the mask which I have been wearing even when facing my own self.

I remembered I rejected all appointments on that last day of the year. Because I had wanted to spend the day with my niece. I had brought a Lego barbie house as a Christmas present for her and wanted to build it with her on new year eve. But your message that appeared on my phone at noon changed all my plans.

You: Hello is this Kerri?
Me: Yes.. Who is this?
You: Err...Iam Joel.. Actually Kelvin intro me to you. I was wondering if you are available tonight?

(Kelvin is a regular client of mine.)

Me: Sorry, but tonight iam not available at all. Perhaps we can arrange another day?
You: Oh..you already have an appointment? Maybe we can meet after your appointment?

Geez, this man dosent give up.

Me: No I do not have any appointments. But Iam spending time with family instead. Perhaps I can recommend another escort or next week..?
You: No... I only want to meet you. Iam happy with just 2 hours of your time. :) Its very important to me that I meet you today. Feel free to quote me any price. Iam really sorry for being such a last minute prick... Would you consider it please.. :)

Feel free to quote me any price.. I smiled. I will quote him a price so high he will refuse. La la la.

Me: Ok.. if you insist, my fees are $$...

The charges I quoted are double of my normal rates. Well, everyone working on eves of public holidays usually received double pay. So its not unreasonable that I am entitled to double as well. Hee.

Anyway I was expecting a No from him.

To my surprise,

You: Ok! Can.. Shall we meet at Orchard Mrt at 6pm for dinner first?

Mrt.. This is the first time iam meeting a client at Mrt. Everything about this appointment smells fishy to me..

Me: Hello Kelvin.. kerri here.. do you have a friend call XXX? Because he said you introduce me to him.
Kelvin: Ya I did.. He look you up? Haha.. He is a very nice guy. Don't bully him.

I bully him? Zzzzz

Anyway, at least he is legit.

I came out of Orchard Mrt station, scanning through the hordes of party goers for a man wearing blue checkered polo shirt, black pants and a leather satchel. It took me a good 5 minutes to find him. I thought he look like a plumper version of Dicky cheung.
He smiled. I smiled. We shake our hands.

Slowly, we crawl our way through to Wheelock place, Cedele.
You: Iam sorry to choose this place. I should have known better.
Me: Its ok la.. at least the queue here is acceptable.

There must be at around 7 people in the queue. I strongly believe my queue is one of the shortest in the whole of Orchard at that moment.

Me: Can I ask you something? Why must you insist on meeting me today? You never met me before..
You: Err... If I don't say its important you meet me today then you probably won't meet me, right?

I look straight at him in a WTH face.

You: Haha.. sorry. But I just want a fuck on the last day of the year la.

I look straight at him, for the 2nd time, in a WTH face.

Me: Err..if you want a fuck, then alot of places you can get..
You: like? Geylang? Don't want la.. Very pai seh to be seen there. Everyone will know I go there for what. At least now people will thought you are my girlfriend..

No more WTH faces. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

Me: You have any girlfriend?
You: No.. aiya..iam a jailbird no girls want me la

No more WTH face, no rolling of eyes and I did not laugh.

You: Haha... You regret already isit?
Me: You don't look like someone who went to jail before. What happen?
You: Oh..nothing serious la.. I raped a woman..she threaten to report me to police lor so I hammer her to death.

I stared at him.

You laughed. I thought I saw a glimmer of compassion behind that carefree eyes.

You: Just kidding la. I was drunk driving and seriously injured a pedestrian. I didn't stop to help I just drove off lor. Because I was scared.

I saw a frown on your face and silence engulfed both of us.

Me: Its alright. Everyone has their stories. No one is perfect. Sometimes being single has its own benefits also.
You: You have any boyfriends?

I knew you regretted asking your question. Because I saw that frown appear on your face again.

Me: I have alot. You are one of them lor.
You: Why are you in this line? Actually Kelvin told me about you before. He mentioned you are supporting your family?
Me: No la.. I like buying prada, LV, Hemes and chanel. So I become an escort lor. Oh, I have 3 toyboys also. They are very expensive de.

I grinned happily at his WTH face.

You: Ya..like real..

We laughed and poke fun at each other..

I had a glimpse of your love life...

You: She broke off our engagement when I went to jail. She whatsapp me saying she want to leave me. She say she cannot believe i hit and run.. Its all over in a few minutes over some fucking whatsapps. She didn't even tell me face to face...

I had a glimpse of your social life...

You: My friends shun me like a plague when I came out of the jail. Alot of them unfriend me at Facebook..

I had a glimpse of your character...

You: I made a mistake and paid a price for it. I move on.. I won't cry because it's all in the past and I can't do anything to something that had already happened...

And I had a glimpse of that compassion I seen in your eyes...

You: My car repair shop hires all ex jailbirds because I know how difficult isit for these people to get accepted again in the society...

I learned so much of you and you of me in that few hours. Despite your ominous massive tribal tattoo at your back, there is so much gentleness when you are on top of me that I thought you might have a split personality.

The amount of humour you have is outrageous..

You: Ehh, you can give discounts to people who give you bfe? (boyfriend effect)

You: Don't laugh at people with small dicks ok.. They usually have bigger brains I tell you...
.
.
.

Despite the bitterness you experienced, you have look upon them with courage and determination.

I had so much laughter in a short span of a couple of hours.
They often say laughter is the best medicine. Its through you that I realise everyone can look down on you and it dosent matter because we can't please everyone on this earth. But most important is how you yourself look upon yourself. You are the most important person that matters most... to yourself.

So, the first hug in the year 2015 you should give is yourself.

Happy New Year to all


(This will be my last entry in SBF. Will be moving to a blog. Anyone willing to help me setup a blog? Free dinner perhaps? :)

keep it up beautiful...

[viviankoh]

31/12/2013 (John and Jane Doe)

Haha.. a very impromptu entry for this first day of 2015. It was the last day of 2013. A most memorable assignment in kerri colourful path of courtesaning. Memorable because of the simplicity of the assignment. Just 2 average John and Jane in the world, living their lives as sanely as they can. Our paths cross on that night, for that brief couple of hours, you allow me to relieve the mask which I have been wearing even when facing my own self.

I remembered I rejected all appointments on that last day of the year. Because I had wanted to spend the day with my niece. I had brought a Lego barbie house as a Christmas present for her and wanted to build it with her on new year eve. But your message that appeared on my phone at noon changed all my plans.

You: Hello is this Kerri?
Me: Yes.. Who is this?
You: Err...Iam Joel.. Actually Kelvin intro me to you. I was wondering if you are available tonight?

(Kelvin is a regular client of mine.)

Me: Sorry, but tonight iam not available at all. Perhaps we can arrange another day?
You: Oh..you already have an appointment? Maybe we can meet after your appointment?

Geez, this man dosent give up.

Me: No I do not have any appointments. But Iam spending time with family instead. Perhaps I can recommend another escort or next week..?
You: No... I only want to meet you. Iam happy with just 2 hours of your time. :) Its very important to me that I meet you today. Feel free to quote me any price. Iam really sorry for being such a last minute prick... Would you consider it please.. :)

Feel free to quote me any price.. I smiled. I will quote him a price so high he will refuse. La la la.

Me: Ok.. if you insist, my fees are $$...

The charges I quoted are double of my normal rates. Well, everyone working on eves of public holidays usually received double pay. So its not unreasonable that I am entitled to double as well. Hee.

Anyway I was expecting a No from him.

To my surprise,

You: Ok! Can.. Shall we meet at Orchard Mrt at 6pm for dinner first?

Mrt.. This is the first time iam meeting a client at Mrt. Everything about this appointment smells fishy to me..

Me: Hello Kelvin.. kerri here.. do you have a friend call XXX? Because he said you introduce me to him.
Kelvin: Ya I did.. He look you up? Haha.. He is a very nice guy. Don't bully him.

I bully him? Zzzzz

Anyway, at least he is legit.

I came out of Orchard Mrt station, scanning through the hordes of party goers for a man wearing blue checkered polo shirt, black pants and a leather satchel. It took me a good 5 minutes to find him. I thought he look like a plumper version of Dicky cheung.
He smiled. I smiled. We shake our hands.

Slowly, we crawl our way through to Wheelock place, Cedele.
You: Iam sorry to choose this place. I should have known better.
Me: Its ok la.. at least the queue here is acceptable.

There must be at around 7 people in the queue. I strongly believe my queue is one of the shortest in the whole of Orchard at that moment.

Me: Can I ask you something? Why must you insist on meeting me today? You never met me before..
You: Err... If I don't say its important you meet me today then you probably won't meet me, right?

I look straight at him in a WTH face.

You: Haha.. sorry. But I just want a fuck on the last day of the year la.

I look straight at him, for the 2nd time, in a WTH face.

Me: Err..if you want a fuck, then alot of places you can get..
You: like? Geylang? Don't want la.. Very pai seh to be seen there. Everyone will know I go there for what. At least now people will thought you are my girlfriend..

No more WTH faces. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

Me: You have any girlfriend?
You: No.. aiya..iam a jailbird no girls want me la

No more WTH face, no rolling of eyes and I did not laugh.

You: Haha... You regret already isit?
Me: You don't look like someone who went to jail before. What happen?
You: Oh..nothing serious la.. I raped a woman..she threaten to report me to police lor so I hammer her to death.

I stared at him.

You laughed. I thought I saw a glimmer of compassion behind that carefree eyes.

You: Just kidding la. I was drunk driving and seriously injured a pedestrian. I didn't stop to help I just drove off lor. Because I was scared.

I saw a frown on your face and silence engulfed both of us.

Me: Its alright. Everyone has their stories. No one is perfect. Sometimes being single has its own benefits also.
You: You have any boyfriends?

I knew you regretted asking your question. Because I saw that frown appear on your face again.

Me: I have alot. You are one of them lor.
You: Why are you in this line? Actually Kelvin told me about you before. He mentioned you are supporting your family?
Me: No la.. I like buying prada, LV, Hemes and chanel. So I become an escort lor. Oh, I have 3 toyboys also. They are very expensive de.

I grinned happily at his WTH face.

You: Ya..like real..

We laughed and poke fun at each other..

I had a glimpse of your love life...

You: She broke off our engagement when I went to jail. She whatsapp me saying she want to leave me. She say she cannot believe i hit and run.. Its all over in a few minutes over some fucking whatsapps. She didn't even tell me face to face...

I had a glimpse of your social life...

You: My friends shun me like a plague when I came out of the jail. Alot of them unfriend me at Facebook..

I had a glimpse of your character...

You: I made a mistake and paid a price for it. I move on.. I won't cry because it's all in the past and I can't do anything to something that had already happened...

And I had a glimpse of that compassion I seen in your eyes...

You: My car repair shop hires all ex jailbirds because I know how difficult isit for these people to get accepted again in the society...

I learned so much of you and you of me in that few hours. Despite your ominous massive tribal tattoo at your back, there is so much gentleness when you are on top of me that I thought you might have a split personality.

The amount of humour you have is outrageous..

You: Ehh, you can give discounts to people who give you bfe? (boyfriend effect)

You: Don't laugh at people with small dicks ok.. They usually have bigger brains I tell you...
.
.
.

Despite the bitterness you experienced, you have look upon them with courage and determination.

I had so much laughter in a short span of a couple of hours.
They often say laughter is the best medicine. Its through you that I realise everyone can look down on you and it dosent matter because we can't please everyone on this earth. But most important is how you yourself look upon yourself. You are the most important person that matters most... to yourself.

So, the first hug in the year 2015 you should give is yourself.

Happy New Year to all


(This will be my last entry in SBF. Will be moving to a blog. Anyone willing to help me setup a blog? Free dinner perhaps? :)

Every week... I am reading your story over and over again .. never seems to get tired...

miss u ....

[Petruk]

Every week... I am reading your story over and over again .. never seems to get tired...

miss u .... what a great story !!! Thanks and best wishes

[Kothaner]

Indeed good one of sharing stories, waiting and camp for next

[furritales]

Many of you had requested for me to finish the scene in Chambre Noire so this is a continuation from where i had previously stopped.


I doubt I will enjoy anything.
The whole thing is just weird.
But as it turns out, I am about to experience the most sensual and incredible experience.

Once inside the maze, the heat from the bodies felt like a comforting blanket wrapping you all around. The problems and worries seeping slowly out of my mind. All I could think of is the smooth warm bodies gliding and rubbing against me. No one was touching me anywhere yet everyone was touching everyone.

There was this pair of large and incredibly warm hands caressing my arms and it was gone as quickly as it came. As I kept my hands at chest level I had lost count of the pairs of soft breasts I had touched. Hence I kept my hands down and encountered all the different sizes of manhood. It was erotically fun.

A pair of cold hands rested on my shoulders. I brought my hands up to caress his head when I touched a head full of soft long hair.

That was when I realised Malcolm was missing. He was not behind me anymore. Very slowly I glided my way around, trying to find the way out. No matter where I turned, there will always be this endless flow of shadowy human forms.

It took me approximately 10 minutes to find my way out of the human maze.

The power of touch therapy. Just a mere 10 minutes has taken away half of my emotional aches. Under any other circumstances i would have thoroughly enjoyed the dance but tonight my mind was fixated on one man.

I looked back at the black mass of moving bodies hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Yet dreading to see him, dreading to see his arms draping around another woman.

Where are you?

After wearing my dress and underwear i make my way towards the door. A dark figure appeared and pulled the door open. Once out of the room it took me a while to get accustomed to the corridor lights.

Ethan: Do you enjoy it?

Me: Err, yes it was nice. I must say, its something very unique. Did you go into the dance?

Ethan: Nope I didn't. Iam more of a watcher than participant.

Are you watching me?

I smiled at him and walked alongside with him. Somehow the feeling that someone is enthralled with you boosted my deflated ego.

In a strange way I could not fathom, the powerful dance has managed to calm my frayed nerves accumulated since the incident in the steampunk room.

"Don't forget I am paying you. I don't like tantrums."

Smiling to myself, I looked up at the pearlised ceiling in a desperate attempt to stop the tears from forming. A bitter smile to disguise the lugubrious lump lodged in my heart.

I am, nothing more than just a commodity after all. It's a fact of course. Iam just an imbecile to read too much into it. Or maybe as much as I refuse to admit, perhaps Iam looking for a knight to save me from the bottomless pit.

Tsk tsk, my dear Kerri, indulging in too many Pretty Woman movies can take a toll on your mind.

Ethan: Why are you smiling to yourself?

Me: Haha, why do you keep watching me? It's creepy.

Ethan: Because you are very pretty.

Me: Aiyo you are so lame.

Ethan: I am serious.

He grabbed my hand and we walked down to the main hall where the previous boisterous and vibrant ambience had toned down to a low lighting intimate atmosphere casting dark and warm undertones all around. As soon we get closer we saw many couples in various stages of undress and in a variety of positions that will put Karma Sutra to shame.

A lady was on all fours wrapping her lips around a 7-inch meat while another was ploughing her from behind. A pretty lass in lacy garter was sandwiched between 2 naked men. A plump yet flexible girl had her knees drawn to her shoulders while the man on top of her was desperately trying to penetrate her.

I have never seen a live sex session and right in front of my eyes: a full blown humongous orgy. I was blushing madly. Hardly any one noticed 2 people walking past them as most of them were in the throes of passion. It was a sight to behold. I felt heat radiating from within and i wasn't sure if it's from my blushing or the stirring in my loins.

The cool air outside was like water dousing on fire.

Me: This is incredible! Haha. OMG!

His bright boyish grin was unable to disguise the pure lust in his eyes.

Ethan: In the past I like sitting around the bar and just people watch.

Me: Why? Why not join in the fun? You are like the boy standing in the largest candy shop and not buying or eating anything.

He laughed and pulled me close to him. I did not resist partly because I enjoy the presence of this seemingly simple yet enigmatic man.

He whispered "I have a romantic fantasy and I am still looking for the perfect lady. I have been wanting to ask you but I am afraid you might not agree to it."

Looking straight into his dreamy eyes I said "Tell me and we will see..."

The next 5 minutes was like riding a rollercoaster in the dark, jolt after jolt and a shocking revelation.

I sank down to the ground. He sat beside me and held my face in palms.

Ethan: I know you like him Kerri. But in this line you cannot afford to put in any real emotions. It will hurt you badly. Now that you know, all we ask of you is that you do not judge us and neither will we judge you. Everyone of us has something dark inside us. It's ok as long as we never hurt anyone in the process. You do not have to give me a reply now. But we hope you can agree as we really like you.

I stared at the ground beneath me, staring past the cold concrete, staring into the dark abyss, descending deeper and deeper into the unknown...



Oceans apart day after day. And I slowly go insane. I hear your voice on the line. But it doesn't stop the pain. If I see you next to never. How can we say forever"

The voice of Richard Marx broke the awkward silence between us.

He took out his mobile phone.

"Hello... yeah she is with me... I told her about it... She will consider... Alright have fun."

Ethan: Do you still want to linger around if not i will send you home

Me: No it's alright. I will go home by myself. Thanks.

Ethan: Please, I insist. If you leave there is no point for me to stay.

Me: Ok. I will inform Malcolm first.

Ethan: Don't bother. He will be with Emmeline tonight.

Mustering all the aplomb that was left in me, I put on a smile as bright as the midnight moon.

Me: Alright let's go home.


I lie in my bed, replaying word by word of that 5-minute startling conversation, with each word like a 27g needle pricking at my heart.

[Sensor69]

Nice update TS :)

[furritales]

Quite a number of you had told me the stories are very sad and whether i could tone down the level of melancholia. I could not as these stories are inspired by true life events and through the power of words, the penned up emotions get let out.
It is a form of comforting closure for the protagonist.

[corner9]

Quite a number of you had told me the stories are very sad and whether i could tone down the level of melancholia. I could not as these stories are inspired by true life events and through the power of words, the penned up emotions get let out.
It is a form of comforting closure for the protagonist.

There is nothing to tone down. Those that like will continue to read, those that don't can find another story to read.

[~iOOi~]

(This will be my last entry in SBF. Will be moving to a blog. Anyone willing to help me setup a blog? Free dinner perhaps? :)

Got link to your blog for samsters? :cool:

[CitiSarah]

Good story TS!

[blackface]

Good story TS!

Are you a male or female ?

[TehSuSoo]

Hoping to read more!

[Chanelfingers]

Good story :) 💞
Thank you

[lobangkingz]

Any more updates to the story TS?

[Argon8]

Nice story ..... wishing for updates too :)

[DaiyaSeto]

Please continue TS..