小平,你在哪裡?

[late bloomer]

No, I did not fuck her on the first day I saw her.

There were too many to choose from after all. For some strange reason, I chose someone less attractive than her, but younger.

It all started innocently enough on a non-descript day during a non-descript time at a non-descript area somewhere at Geylang.

Or maybe not so non-descript, since the police have been working quite hard, raiding this area every few hours for the past few days.

I was just doing a bit of window shopping, drinking my small bottle of wine, checking out the illegal PRC street walkers from a distance. After all, I didn’t want to be caught together with them in case the police arrived. I wouldn’t want my poor 70 year old mum to be picking up a call at 3am in the morning asking to bail her son out at Geylang East Police Station. She would have died of heart attack.

That was when I noticed her. My jaw dropped. What was she doing here? This area was famous for PRC women belonging to the older generation as far as I could remember. I don’t think I could classify her as a SYT, but she stood out way above the rest in terms of looks, dressing and the general way she carried herself. I thought she should have belonged to those other lorongs where younger, better-dressed, higher-class and of course more ‘expensive’ street walkers stood.

But there she was. I was puzzled. There were many men crowding around her at that time and I’m sure they were puzzled too. From the way they talked, I could tell they were mainly PRC men. She was attracting a lot of attention from these guys, but she seemed to ignore them. These guys seemed a bit boorish, talking among themselves about her but not directly to her, but she seemed oblivious to them and focused on reading and sending messages on her iPhone.

I decided to take a closer look.
I crossed the road from the coffee shop where I initially stood,
and just as I was about to reach her, she looked up ... and our eyes met ... for just a split second.

And that was the beginning of an encounter which I could never forget ...

[the_e_ones]

Bro late bloomer, 1st to support!!! :D

Nice start... more to come please!!!

[late bloomer]

Life is made up of moments.

The irony is, some moments are routine and easily forgotten.

Other moments happen once in a lifetime, yet are etched in our memories and seem to last forever.

Never would I expect that she too, remembered the first eye contact we had.

It was something that none of the other men standing around her understood, or were aware of. It was our secret moment which no one would ever be able to share or steal from us, no matter how much they tried.

Honestly, why did I not choose her on the first day I met her? Was I really the kind who is more attracted to SYTs? After all, there was one other street walker further down the lane who is definitely younger, in her early 20s max, and petite. Some might even argue that SYT was more attractive than Xiao Ping as SYT was attracting quite a large following herself too.

So why? The main reason, I must admit, was my cowardice.

I was too attracted to Xiao Ping. I also felt a deep sense of inferiority complex because she looked so much like a goddess (the unapproachable, holy kind, not the sex kind) that it seemed wrong to defile her or even be near her in any way. The rest of the PRC walkers dressed provocatively but she wore a very decent looking white dress which flowed all the way down to her ankles. All parts of her body were adequately covered, except for her shoulders. She exuded an aura that made all those PRC guys and even myself look like puny flies that deserve to be swatted away since we are not worthy to even walk on the ground she stand on, or breathe the air she breathed.

Then suddenly, before I knew it, one PRC guy appeared out of nowhere,
fast hand fast leg popped the question
and she gave an answer
and they quickly proceeded to the hotel! Just like that!

A pang of jealousy hit me like a sledgehammer.

My goddess was gone! In a blink of an eye!
About to be defiled by an undeserving fly!
KNNBCCB! :mad:

I proceeded to curse other Hokkien vulgarities in my mind and realised I had no choice but to choose the younger girl. But I decided to wait a while more because I didn’t want to bump into Xiao Ping at the waiting area with my younger girl sitting beside me. It would have been awkward. I don’t know why I would have felt awkward, but I did.

So after waiting for ten minutes I popped the same question to the younger girl and we proceeded to the same hotel. Luckily didn’t bump into goddess at waiting area. Overall, the experience with the younger girl was good too, but nothing compared to the encounters which I was going to have with Xiao Ping the following days ...

[Icebreg79]

Sar pok!!!! Stocking up pop corn, chips, 7-up, beer... Etc !!!! 😁😁😁

[late bloomer]

The next day, after work, immediately rushed down to the same area like a horny hornet looking for its nest, or rather, like an undeserving fly looking for his goddess.

Goddess not to be found. Flew back to heaven already ... because police raid. KNN. :mad:

Waited an hour more or two. Killed time by walking to and fro, prowling the streets of Geylang, drinking wine and praying to God to allow his Goddess to appear.

If this month you see some crazy fella walking aimlessly around Geylang at night with a bottle of wine in his hand, looking up to the skies and behaving like a moron, yes, it was me. Late bloomer. I’m that hopeless. Pls pretend not to know me.

Finally manage to see her after prowling one big round. Still I couldn’t find the guts to approach her. Stood opposite the road like Chao Humji observing her. Am I turning into a pervert cum stalker cum voyeur? Then in less than 5 min, another PRC fly took her. She’s fucking hot property, selling like hotcakes. I could almost take my wine bottle and smash it into my own head. Late Bloomer! I told myself. Wake up! She is not a goddess. So many flies have fucked her already!

Went 7-eleven to replenish my wine while waiting for her.

About 30 min later, she was out. Again we made eye contact. I popped the question. She quoted an amount. I nodded my head, and proceeded to the hotel with her. Walked very quickly hoping she would follow cos I didn’t want the rest of the flies to swarm near her ever again. Fucking hell. I told myself I was going to lock her up in the hotel to keep her for myself forever.

At long last, we entered the hotel room. I closed the door and turned around to look at her from top to bottom. She’s still wearing the trademark goddess flowing white dress.

“So? What are you waiting for?” she asked in Mandarin with a shy smile ...

[Coffeecans]

Sitting and sipping coffee.

More more :)

[late bloomer]

Thx everyone for the support so far. :)

However, I must warn you that this story does not have a happy ending,
as implied from my title ...

As for those of you who are looking for a more conventional, steamy FR,
I don't think you will enjoy certain parts of this story ...

The bump may get quite heavy ... :o

Gotta go and do something now. Will post the next entry later in the night ...

See u all later ... :D

[hrodger25]

sarpok with nuts and beers in hands......cheers

[late bloomer]

I find it hard to believe what happened next. Even now as I think back ...

At long last, we entered the hotel room. I closed the door and turned around to look at her from top to bottom. She’s still wearing the trademark goddess flowing white dress.

“So? What are you waiting for?” she asked in Mandarin with a shy smile.

“I just want to take a good look at you first,” I told her.

She laughed and we embraced. I could smell the fragrance of her long hair and stroked it gently. She held on to me tightly. The chemistry was just there right from the start; I knew it all along ever since the first eye contact we made. We hugged like this like lovers for 5 minutes because I had already booked 90 minutes at the 4 star hotel we were staying in and had all the time in the world.

Then we started auto-roaming each other in this position standing up. I explored every part of her body with her clothes on at first. My hands were all over her, on the outside of her B cup bra, putting a finger inside to tease one nipple and then the next. She moaned softly, held me a bit tighter and started licking my ear. Then my other hand explored the territory beneath her long flowing dress. I pulled it up gently while kissing her on the lips. She opened her lips to invite my tongue and we started frenching. I felt her on the outside of her panties. This went on for I don’t know how long as I lost all sense of time until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled her onto our king size bed and we lay side by side looking at each other, breathing hard. I pulled up her long flowing dress a bit more and finally saw a little bit of her white panties exposed. Pure white cotten panties. I love it the most. I love the purity, the innocence, the vulnerability of white cotton panties. It really really turns me on. There had always been a sick monster inside of me who found that the purer the panties, the more I want to tear the panties apart and rape whatever is beneath it.

I adjusted the panties to one side started fingering her mei mei. I found her slightly moist already. We started taking off each other’s clothes slowly, one at the same time, stroking, kissing, petting whichever area we could. We were like old lovers re-united after 20 years, not having had sex all this while and burning with lust, waiting to explode now.

“I want you to unhook my bra for me,” she commanded.

I obeyed her. I dunno why but I somehow found this submissive act very very sexy and it really turned me on. She then started stroking the outside of my underwear which already had an enlarged rod inside standing to her attention. She giggled a bit coyly and teased my cock from the outside which only made me want to just rape her already.

She: 你越来越大了. 怎么办? / You getting bigger and bigger. How?

Then she slid her hand beneath my underwear. I almost exploded.

She: 哇!!! 你好大哦! / Wa, you so big!

Me: Um. 你喜欢吗? / Er, you like?

She: 当然喜欢! / Of course!

I couldn't take it anymore. I wouldn’t want to shoot my load due to a HJ at this time so immediately endure and ask her if we should bathe together first.

She agreed, so I carefully removed my goddess’ pure fragile white bra and panties
and she removed my clothes too ... so sensual ...

[loneyheart]

good effort bro upz u my humble 5 pts

[jameschong1]

Overall, the experience with the younger girl was good too, but nothing compared to the encounters which I was going to have with Xiao Ping the following days ...
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another singky sucker losing big money soon!
roadside prostitute - and this sucker call her godess! kam lang kia indeed

[late bloomer]

The bathroom had a shower which had two taps – red and blue – side by side, so when Xiao Ping turned on the blue tap and the water splashed on me, I kind of jumped up, all erection lost. I was sensitive to cold water and had always taken hot baths at home instead of otherwise.

She laughed.

She: Ni zen me le? / Are you ok?

Me: Mei shi, wo pa leng shui. / No worries, I’m just afraid of cold water.

Then my goddess did something which I thought was funny. She continued to splash cold water from the shower head at me with her hand. My goddess, I discovered, is quite a playful little vixen. I returned the favour and splashed water back. We were engaged in this childish playful battle which really reminded me of the memorable times a decade ago when I used to have a girlfriend who enacted this kind of innocent foreplay with me before we engaged in wild passionate sex ...

When the game ended, goddess proceeded to turn on the hot tap water as well. Although all my desire for her had, sad to say, gone at that time, it really brought back memories of the good old times when my ex-gf hadn’t gotten married to some rich, successful loser whom she did not love at all but only married for his money ...

She proceeded to bathe me with a smile, so to force away my bitter memories, I returned the favour by pressing some soap and wiping her back with my hands. Soon things got intense and we were fondling each other again all over the place ...

My thing became hard again, and soon goddess and I were once again locked in a tight embrace under the shower spray. As she was slightly shorter than me, my erection was trapped against the area below her belly button, but surprisingly she tiptoed and lifted herself up a little so that her secret slit ended up on top of my thing. Goddess started rubbing her secret against the upper surface area of my thing. I helped her by bending my knee to lower my height. Then she held on to a metal pole at the side of the bathroom wall to balance herself, raised up her left leg (or is it right) high up into the air for easier access, and used her other hand to stimulate my fully enlarged rod against her tiny, hungry clitoris.

She: ahhh ... ahhh ... ahhh ... ahhh ...

Her sensitive clitoris was becoming a bit too hard to bear. My sweet little horny princess, I just want to fuck you right now, I thought to myself. But at my age, I’m no longer a stud, and not given to all sorts of impossible calisthenical positions befitting of a young handsome porn actor.

Me: Wo men shang chuang ba, wo de xiao ke ai. /
Let’s get to bed, my cute little princess.

[CD7176]

nice camping for more

[diputs1269]

Upz for your interesting story :)

[jameschong1]

nice camping for more
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why don't u camp outside geylang, the lorong where xiao ping the princess is selling?

[late bloomer]

In bed, I literally witnessed my lofty little princess transform, slowly but surely, into a horny little temptress.

My goddess angel fell all the way from the pristine throne of heaven, dragging me together with her, faster and deeper, into a downward spiral of pure, unbridled lust. Our hands, legs and bodies were all over the place. It was as if we had known each other for decades, generations, even in past lives where we had played multiple roles from siblings to neighbours to JC classmates to platonic friends to colleagues, where love and affection were manifested in various ways. Yet we did not have the fate to be man and wife, and in this life, since the circumstances by which we had met each other could not likely have ended in marriage, the realisation of our tragic predicament only served to heighten the intensity of our desire to completely devour and possess each other at this moment.

The moment, I remind myself. All the matters is the moment. Nothing else really matters anymore.

Xiao Ping, my horny little princess slut. I shall never forget you.

In my next life, if I ever have the fortune of meeting you again, had all these things not befallen us, making you a prostitute and making me a damaged, irredeemable person who could only resort to visiting people like you to forget my pain, my regrets, my despondence ... I shall have my revenge and make everything right. We will, at long last, be together forever.

XP kissed me all over the place and I did the same. We licked, we fondled, we teased. Sadly, the time came when she had to cap my manhood to take precautions before the BJ. I lost a bit of drive there but what did I expect? We were, strictly speaking, not really lovers. In fact, we weren’t even anything. Melancholy overwhelmed me the moment I remembered that she was only a working girl and I a customer. I tried to keep my thing up while thinking of this, but it was difficult.

She: Ni zen me la, qing ai de? / What happened, darling?
Me: Mei shi, ke neng you yi dian jing zhang ba. / It’s nothing, maybe I’m a bit nervous.

So she started teasing my dick with her tongue, albeit with the condom on. Her tongue was wicked and meticulous, moving from left to right to up to down. I moaned in pleasure and started expanding again.

She: Hao, lai ba! / Good, let’s go!

I did her missionary, and at first, things were SOP with both of us following a rhythm that I started, but soon the silence was broken. My initially coy, reserved-looking temptress began to scream ...

She: Qing ai de ... bu yao ting, xian zai gei wo, kuai dian! Aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh ...
(Darling, don’t stop, give me now, quick! AAAAAaaaaahhhh ...)

She said many other things in Chinese that I couldn’t really understand and for those I understood, found it difficult to translate so pls forgive my limited Chinese vocabulary. But whatever she said really turned me on further, so I quickened my pace, penetrating her more fully. At my age, the kind of things she said to me should have been illegal and gotten her into jail. In my generation, even a normal slut could not have been so wanton as to directly demand all these forbidden things. Who would have expected my goddess to be such a slut? I increased my speed of raping her to the max and I think I lost a few years of my life with such a Herculean effort ...

She: Ahhh ... hao, qing ai de, zai kuai yi dian ke yi ma? Zai shen yi dian!
Gei wo, gei wo, GEI WOOOO! AAAAAAHHHHHH ...
(Good, darling, faster a bit can? Deeper! GIVE ME, GIVE ME. AAAAAAHHHHHH ...)

I couldn’t stand all this horny talk anymore and finally gave up my tadpoles in surrender to her. I moaned and groaned and crumpled in satisfaction and utter defeat. Ironically, after I pulled out, she seemed unhappy and dissatisfied and complained to me that she came only once. But being an old uncle already, such an ecstatic and intense exertion was already too much to bear. What do you expect? I also regretted coming so soon, but do you want me to die of heart attack, then next morning newspaper come out say someone die at Geylang becos too sexciting?

[otamay]

+10 rep points for your mission accomplished story. :D:)

[newbieboy]

That's... it?

[late bloomer]

Well, that’s not really it. I did tell everyone to get ready for a bumpy ride ...

At the very least, the above FR is the juicy version I like to tell all my friends so I could be the object of all their jealous envy, and yours too.

If you remember, I did mention in one entry that even until now I still cannot believe that whatever happened actually happened ... simply because it didn’t.

What actually happened was slightly different ...

Firstly, being a poor man with a tight budget, we went to a hotel that wasn’t 4 star. In fact, it wasn’t any star at all. It didn’t even have a name. The walls were algae-infested, dank, dirty and graced by occasional lizards, cockroaches and other unimaginable creatures crawling around. The ground was littered with their shit. Poor quality condoms with sperm dripping out were still inside the dustbin, and if you were unlucky you might find even a few strewn across the bathroom floor. The towels were thin and dubiously washed – you might even get to smell the sperm of the previous customer if you tried smelling. Not that I tried of course. On such occasions, I would rather think that ignorance is bliss ...

Ok, I might be exaggerating, but you get the point.

Secondly, we didn’t fuck for 90 minutes at all. In fact, we didn’t even fuck for half that time. If the business was too good, after 15 minutes, you could hear the impatient banging on the door to remind you that your time was up. Which was what happened to us.

Thirdly, she didn’t undress completely. Technically speaking, I would say she didn’t undress at all. She just removed her white panties, lifted up her skirt, and asked me to get it on.

Fourthly, we didn’t behave like old lovers. At least, that was not how it felt initially on my first session with her. More about this later ...

Fifthly, I didn’t come too soon. In fact, I didn’t come. Period.

Finally, I was lying about my goddess-slut screaming. She didn’t scream at all. Instead, what actually happened was the walls of the zero rate hotel were so thin that we could hear the loud screams of SOME OTHER WHORE reverberating from the room beside us while being fucked by probably a total stud with an 8-inch cock ...

SOME OTHER WHORE: AHH ... AHH ... AHH ... AHHH ...

So the Golden Question all of you are asking is: what made my experience with Xiao Ping
so unforgettable even though the sex wasn’t great at all?

My answer: given the tragic circumstances we were in, something strange happened
which would make me remember my experience with her forever.

She started to laugh at the surround-sound screaming system we were enveloped in. Yes, she laughed. And at that exact moment when she laughed, I laughed too. And we made a kind of eye contact which said a million things. Somehow we seemed to have achieved an understanding; the unspoken, intuitive understanding that we didn’t need to fuck like our whole lives depended on it for a sexual experience to be memorable and meaningful. We knew we liked and were comfortable with each other, and it was all that mattered.

Then in missionary, we fucked a little bit more intensely while laughing at the horny screaming sounds. I stroked her long, lovely black hair and kissed her with more passion, while she interlocked her fingers behind my neck, pulling me into her arms a bit more tightly and spreading her legs a bit more widely to accommodate my ever-quickening thrusts.

She: Ahhh ... ahhh ... ahhh ... ahhh ... (soft gentle moanings which may not appeal to
the hardcore but I instantly fell in love with her subtle sensuality)

Then ... we heard the banging on the door. Na bei chee bye. It was so loud I thought it was our door, but luckily no. It was the door of the screaming whore and the guy with the 20-inch cock, or whatever.

She: Hai hao bu shi wo men, ke shi ni yao kuai yi dian ...
(Luckily not us, but you’d better be fast ...)

However, from this moment on, all romance disappeared into thin air. I had lost all drive, my cock had shrunk and within 5 minutes the door banged again. This time it was really our door. I had no choice but to bathe quickly without a climax and she dressed up. Don’t think she came too ...

Me: Dui bu qi, wo jin tian bu tai ji zhong ... / I'm sorry I couldn't perform today ...

She: Wo cai gai gen ni shuo dui bu qi ... / I'm the one who should be sorry ...

Me: Mei shi. Wo ke yi zai jian ni yi mian ma? / It's ok. Can I see you again?

She: Dan ran ke yi! Wo jiao Xiao Ping ... / Of course, I’m XP. (Not her real name of course.)

It turns out that her real name is exactly the same as the name of a singer I really liked, so I asked if she knew this singer. She said yes and immediately I praised this singer and broke into song, singing the male version to her. Fuckers in the other rooms must have heard it and thought I was crazy, but I didn't care. Surprisingly, she was actually quite amused by me ...

She: Ni hai chang de ting bu cuo de ... / You actually sing quite well ...

Me: Ru guo ni xi huan, wo ke yi mei tian chang ge gei ni! / I can sing to you every day if you like!

She: ha ha ha ... (smile)

Me: Ni zhi dao ma? Wo guan cha ni hen jiu le.
(Do you know that I have been watching you for a very long time?)

She: Wo zhi dao a. Ni zuo wan yi zhi zhan zai dui mian, rang hou pai pai hui hui, bu zhi dao zai zuo shen me ...
(Of course I know. You stood opposite me last night for a long time, walking to and fro, dunno what you’re doing ...)

Me: Wo jiu zai den ni a. Wo den ni hen jiu le ...
(I was waiting for you. I have been waiting for you for a very long time ...)

My goddess-slut remembers me. Out of so many customers,
she actually remembers the moment when we made eye contact for the first time!

I introduced myself and we exchanged numbers. After leaving the hotel, it wasn’t the end of our encounter.
We continued exchanging many smses over the following few days ....

Qin ai de Xiao Ping, wo yong yuan dou bu hui wang ji nin ...

[late bloomer]

Late Bloomer was rudely jolted back to reality by a pretty PRC waitress standing in front of him and asking him to place his order.

“Shuai ge, jin tian ne me zao ah?” she smiled sweetly.
(“Handsome boy, so early today?”)

“Err, shi ah ...” he replied a little weakly.
(“Er ... yes ...”)

Late Bloomer was a regular customer at this authentic Chinese restaurant, and had always come alone ... until today. Perhaps this was what made him stand out from the other customers. The others always came in groups, usually large groups. The other thing different about him was, while most of the rest of the customers were PRC, he was Singaporean. Most of the waiters and waitresses probably had guessed it as he was usually seen drinking Haerbin beer with an English novel in hand, scribbling in English the details of his latest soccer bets on his notebook, or churning out Fuck Reports in sammyboy. He hoped that none of these PRC people would be able to understand the Fuck Reports he was typing in English right under their noses. It would have been quite an embarrassment trying to explain ...

“Hai dai peng you lai, bu cuo oh!” the pretty PRC waitress remarked.
(Brought another friend here, not bad huh!)

“Shi ah, suo yi jin tian lai zao le yi dian,” he smiled at her.
(Yeah, that’s why today have to be earlier.)

Late Bloomer had always liked this particular PRC waitress. Deep inside, he knew that he was nothing more than a horny monster just finding a chance to rape this sweet little waitress and tear her apart, but when it came to reality, he was a chao humji. He could only reveal his monster side along the streets of Geylang. At this Chinese restaurant, he actually found it hard to even flirt.

After they placed the order, Hosea (not his real name) was impressed and spoke up.

“Wah bro, you quite popular here huh? Chio waitress so friendly talk to you already!”

“No la it’s not what you think. I’m regular here bro. Since they all know me, no choice but to entertain me ma.”

“I still think she likes you. From the way she looks at you, it’s quite obvious. So? You fucked her already? Or any of them yet?”

“Wa lau, you siao ah? Not in this kind of setting la. Prob never will. I not so chee hong kia ok.”

“I’m not so sure about that. ‘Prob’ is a big word bro. Hahaha.”

Hosea was Late Bloomer’s best friend. Knowing him too well, he liked to tease.

“So? What brings us here? Why the sudden call to meet?” Hosea asked.

“Oh, I have stories to tell. You won’t believe what happened to me.”

“Try me.”

Late Bloomer proceeded to spend the next hour or two telling Hosea the entire story of Xiao Ping all the way from beginning to end. Also told him about another thread he started in sammyboy to describe his tragic escapades with some other girl.

"Wow, sammyboy? Admire you for your courage bro,” said Hosea. “A lot of crazy people in there, no?”

“Yeah, I got zapped many times initially for no reason, or rather with absurd reasons given. But recently I also received some help and great advice from other kind bros out there.”

“Found your channel of expression at last? For the time being at least?”

“Guess so. What do you think of the twists and turns I incorporated into my story?”

“Oh that? A bit contrived I guess,” Hosea said honestly. “Most people will be more impressed with fantasy rather than reality. So writing the truth and the lie simultaneously won’t make you popular. Sex, and for that matter sensationalism, always sells. I thought you knew that long ago. Why not write fiction all the way? People are no longer interested in the truth anymore, especially if it’s boring truth. Style and plot are all that matter. I’m sure you can pull off a better story and receive more reputation points in sammyboy if you depart from the straight and narrow.”

“I know that, but it seems that now I’m more interested in the process of creation, rather than the by-product of the end result,” Late Bloomer explained. “All I want to do now is to remain true to myself and my writing. Isn’t that what all aspiring writers should do?”

“True to yourself? Are you fucking kidding me? Like you, I’m an aspiring writer myself. ‘What is truth?’ Pilate once asked. What’s false? Nothing is true or false in this world bro. Reality is what you make of it.”

“So ... perception? Perception is all that matters? What about integrity?”

“Bro, the writing world has a different definition of integrity. It means using a fictional tale to illustrate and extrapolate your quintessential self. Which means, form does not matter. All that matters is substance. Regardless of the form, if the substance is there, people will recognise you as a great writer because you bared your heart and showcased your literary talent, unique soulful voice, poetic skill, penchant for metaphor etc. Don't matter if you told the truth or the lie. Do you understand?”

“Perhaps I do, perhaps not. So what do I do now? Continue writing?”

“IMO, from the way you tell me your story is going to progress, it will probably regress further and go down the drain – unless you change your story. Then again, probably not. Truth or otherwise, for me personally at least, I’ve always enjoyed listening to you and reading you. Too bad you closed down your blog recently. You’ve always led an interesting life bro. Then again, maybe I’m personally biased towards you as a friend. Sammyboy readers prob won’t give a flying fuck unless it’s a really juicy, horny story.”

“Thx for yr compliment, though I don’t think you will find me interesting if you were in my shoes. It always looks good on the outside bro. It never feels good when you’re the victim on the receiving end. My life is just full of suffering and shit.”

“Are you fucking kidding me again bro? Whose life isn’t full of suffering and shit? Listen to me, my friend. Sometimes, suffering shit can be interesting.”

[late bloomer]

“Listen to me, my friend. Suffering shit can sometimes be interesting,” Hosea had said.

What kind of fuck advice was that? Late Bloomer was not interested in suffering shit for others to envy his interesting life. Suffering with meaning may be interesting, but suffering absurdly is simply absurd.

Late Bloomer knew of many people who led far more interesting and meaningful lives than himself, some at the cost of great personal suffering and sacrifice. Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Aung San Suu Kyi, and of course, Lee Kuan Yew. Alright fine. Maybe strike that last name out.

But what was he compared to them? Nothing but a small undeserving fly pining after a mere puny slut who had gone back to China for almost a month already. How meaningful could that be? He had suffered in vain. He couldn’t have been better than even half of Lee Kuan Yew, or any of his other relatives.

After speaking to Hosea, he felt like a twisted version of that Old Testament prophet with the same name, who went to a whorehouse unwillingly to marry a whore he did not love, simply because it was God’s command.

Hosea’s purpose was to do God’s will.

What was Late Bloomer’s purpose?

It was, no doubt, to live, to fuck, and to die. But surely human beings should not be so parochial and one-dimensional? Did he have to spend the rest of his entire life allowing his smaller head to rule over the bigger one?

Late Bloomer’s consciousness slowly drifted back into the past when Xiao Ping and himself had just left the zero-rate hotel after exchanging numbers ...

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After fucking her once without releasing my tadpoles, I knew I had to fuck Xiao Ping again that night, no matter what. Otherwise the tadpoles would work against me, rush into my brain and make me retarded. I simply needed to get it out inside her, albeit with condom on. After walking a distance down the road to buy a bottle of wine, I drank a little, came to a decision, turned back, and whooped out my phone to message her in Chinese:

Me: Can I look for you again?
She: Now cannot. Police raid again. Didn’t you notice that everyone along that lane is gone?

I walked back to the lorong. Indeed, everyone was gone. Had no choice but to prowl around and wait until the police disappear. After an hour, there was still no sign of XP. It was already almost 2am. After buying another bottle of wine to drink, I wandered aimlessly and finally found another PRC street walker with average looks and average body further up the road and decided to go for her. She agreed immediately and quoted a low price as I think business was bad and very few people were already walking around at that time. This time, I booked a better hotel for one entire hour.

Inside the room, I turned into a ravenous, lecherous Wolverine. After being denied climax with my goddess-slut and being subjected to an inferior, oppressive, unromantic environment, I now pumped this poor little lady like a ragdoll, with renewed vigour and vengeful enthusiasm. Since I was also already pretty drunk and high, I lost all inhibition, dispensed with all formality and taught her a violent P.E. lesson which she would never forget. In a perverse sort of way, my sweet, masochistic ragdoll not only humbly accepted the raw punishment meted out against her, she seemed to enjoy my enlarged rod more than she should as she raised and ground her hips with every thrust I made. Subsequently, she even used her hands to hold on to both sides of my hips, pulling me further and harder into her warm wet lovehole and increasing the tempo until she shuddered helplessly in my arms. The finale saw her uttering a loud, primal cry as she achieved an earth-shattering orgasm.

She: Qin ai de lao gong, wo ding, wo ding, wo ding ... kuai dian yong ni de ji ba gan si wo ... wo kuai yao shou bu liao le ... aaahhh!

(Darling husband, I block, I block, I block ... sorry can’t translate this Chinese word properly, don’t think there is a word for it ... quickly use your cock to fuck me to death ... I can’t take it anymore ... aaahhh!)

I think I might have lost control if I wasn’t so drunk. But I was still thinking of Xiao Ping when I fucked this girl. Ironically now as I think back I cannot even remember what this average girl looked like or what her name was.

Even after my horny little prisoner came the first time, I simply continued fucking her while holding Xiao Ping’s image in my mind. Can’t even remember how many positions we tried and how many horny things she said to me already ...

She: Shuang, shuang, shuai ge, kuai yi dian ... zai lai ... xian zai! AAHHHHHHHHHH

(Shiok, shiok, handsome boy ... quick ... do it again ... now! AAAAAHHHHHH)

Then she came again, screaming something at me in Chinese which I was too drunk to understand anyway. It no longer mattered how loud she was since the walls in this room were so thick nobody could have heard even if an explosion took place ...

And a few explosions did take place. When I finally came after 45 minutes, she told me she had already exploded three times. She seemed to really enjoy herself as she hugged and kissed me like I was her husband after the session. There were still 15 minutes left so we cuddled comfortably in bed side by side with blankets over us while watching the muted sounds coming out from the TV. We started talking about our lives, what we did, where we came from, our families, how she ended up here and how I ended up here. She asked me if I was married and I said no. Then she asked me a few more questions (can’t recall what as I was drunk) which made me think that her interrogations might have hinted of her desire to consider marrying me. I told her I was a poor man. (This trick always works when it comes to finding an excuse to reject these PRC girls, but it is also true that I'm pretty much broke.)

She looked disappointed. Then the clerk called the phone in our room (lucky no rude banging on the door this time). As we left the room she still offered to exchange numbers with me, asking me to call her as she will definitely give me good service. I had no doubt about it since the chemistry was definitely there. We did exchange numbers, but I deleted her contact shortly after the next day ... I will explain why in a later entry ...

I left the hotel and walked down the road thoroughly depleted, and bought another bottle of wine to start drinking. I started thinking of Xiao Ping again. Then the miracle happened. Just as I was thinking of her, I saw Xiao Ping and a large group of other girls just alighting from a taxi now that the police raid was over.

The time was already 3am ... but our eyes met again. I knew that I had already come once but I was still unable to resist her ...

************************************************** **************
Being a fan of Death Note, Late Bloomer was aware that those who had used the notebook ended up neither in heaven nor in hell. A very special place was set aside for them, one where demons dared not tread and even Satan himself would shield his face in horror and fear. It was a place more unimaginable than the darkest hell, one where the accursed were condemned to burn and scream for all eternity, crying tears of blood, never spared of their misery for even a second ...

And Late Bloomer realised: he was, slowly but surely, turning into one of these irredeemable people ...

[Babymllo]

I like your story. Keep it coming TS!

[late bloomer]

“I will be going back to China in 2 days’ time,” smsed Xiao Ping in Chinese. “Please take care of yourself and try to drink less.”

So soon? I asked myself. My second session with Xiao Ping was only 2 days ago. And it was disappointing. After having already come once with another prostitute, I still decided to take Xiao Ping again because I had a special feeling for her.

And since I was already so high on my 5th or 6th bottle of wine, I was no longer conscious of myself or my actions. All I remember was when I entered the hotel room with her, I tore her apart. I thrust with such immense intensity and pace, I should have won the 100m sprint with my cock. She tried hard not to scream and had to use both hands to cover her mouth to stop herself from making too much noise, but her muffled, soft moans could still be heard in the end. I like the way she did that. So demure and coy. Drove me crazy and made me violate her even harder.

Too drunk to recall whether she came, but after about 10 minutes, I still hadn’t come. I was like a sex machine. Detached myself from my feelings and worked on her really hard. And she was starting to feel pain, so we had to pause for her to apply some lubricant on her lovehole. When I re-entered her again, things got intense again. I was so focussed on pleasuring her that it didn’t matter if I came or not. I gave my all to her. Another 10 minutes later, she gasped, “Are you on Viagra?”

I said, “Of course not! It’s probably the wine. Ok let’s stop if you’re in too much pain.”

So we stopped the action and I spared her.

She: But you haven’t come yet. You’re still so hard. Like a rock.

Me: As long as you enjoy it, it doesn’t matter to me. I just want you to be happy. Did you enjoy it?

She: Yes. You did me twice but you still haven’t come ... I feel bad.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I came with another girl that was why I couldn’t come. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her.

Me: No worries. Next time then. When are you going back to China?

She: Maybe next week.

So when Xiao Ping smsed me 2 days later to tell me she was going back China earlier than expected and I only had 2 days left with her, I was taken aback. Both sessions I had with her were not that great. I can recall many other sessions far superior to the ones I had with her. Or maybe it felt great to her the second time, but I was too drunk to remember the exact details.

Since she bothered to inform me, I replied her.

Me: I really would like to see you, one more time. Can I treat you to dinner or supper?

She: Now police raid again. Cannot come down yet.

Me: You no need come down. I go up. Ha ha. Kidding.

She: I know you’re kidding. Can you wait for me?

Me: I will definitely wait for you. No matter how long.

I waited for at least 3 hours, drinking bottle after bottle of wine while prowling Geylang lorongs. Didn’t do any other prostitutes. At 2.30 am in the morning, she finally messaged me, “Raid is over I think. I’m out. Where are you now.”

“Be over in 5 minutes,” I replied.

I rushed over to meet her, and this time I booked a room at Hotel 81 for one entire hour with her ...

[oahpekahsom]

pls carry on

[late bloomer]

After I paid for the room in 81, we entered it and sat down together on the bed.

She was wearing a purple dress. I was, coincidentally, also wearing a purple shirt and brown pants to match.

Me: Oh, how much do I pay u this time? This hotel is in better condition.

She: How much do u want to give me?

I was glad that Xiao Ping did not seem to be too particular about money and didn’t mind any amount, considering it was our last time meeting. Some PRCs would fleece you dry for one last time before going back. There was once a PRC girl along that lorong who quoted me $100 (excluding room) to go 81, which was a bit on the high side for me. The girl would quote lower prices at cheaper hotels but they bang on yr door in 20 minutes, sometimes earlier. And the girl wouldn’t strip naked; she just took off her panties. Here at 81, we could be together for an hour and the girl would normally strip naked and may even bathe with you etc, so of course we should pay more.

I gave Xiao Ping a 2 figure amount, albeit a bit higher than the previous 2 sessions we had and she accepted it without complaint. Total cost including room and CD still ended up close to $100, but I still felt lucky to have met someone who isn’t as business-minded as most of the other PRCs here.

Me: Have u taken yr supper? I saw u coming out of the Chinese restaurant with the other girls after the police raid.

She: Yes, my agent (pimp) treated us.

Me: So I guess I didn’t need to treat u after all. But actually, I was hoping to buy u supper so I could talk to u a bit more before u go back. Now I guess our talk can only take place in this room.

She: It’s ok. What do u want to talk to me about?

Me: When I first saw u, I sensed something different about u. I’m sure the other PRC guys noticed it too. You weren’t very keen on soliciting business, and usually played with yr phone nonchalantly. But yet u seemed younger, more attractive and yet more refined than the other girls, so in the end many guys still went for u. I myself had a hard time queuing up to wait ...

She: Actually, I don’t really like these PRC men. Most of them talk crude and sometimes make fun of me. We are already so cheap on this lane, but they keep haggling prices on the account of being of the same nationality as us. I prefer Singaporean men. They are nicer, gentler and more magnanimous.

I swallowed hard. I wondered if I had just put the rest of the Singaporean men to shame by just giving her a meagre 2 figure amount for a full hour at 81. I also suddenly felt guilty making her feel so much pain during our previous session, resulting in her application of KY lubricant. Me, a more refined and generous Singaporean mother father gentlemen? Like fuck in a bloody pig’s ass.

Me: Er ... thanks for praising we Singaporean men. I hope that I haven’t er ... u know, worsened yr impression of us.

She: You’re ok. If I didn’t like u, I wouldn’t have bothered messaging u. (She smiles at me.) You’re the first person I messaged after the raid ended.

Me: Wooh, thx man thx man. But I must tell u this la. I’m sure you’ll be able to meet many Singaporean guys who are far better and richer than me. You just haven’t seen enough of us. Of course, there are bad local guys like me too. But with your ‘tiao jian’, no problem. (Sorry I dunno how to translate ‘tiao jian’ into English ... it’s ‘condition’ but ‘condition’ sounds wrong.)

She: Well, the bad thing was, I have only been here for a month so not much chance to meet many people. Moreover, when I reached Singapore, ‘big auntie’ also came. At the same time I fell sick, maybe not used to Singapore weather, so I ended up not working for ten over days. So I was left with only ten over days to officially ‘work’. And then there have been so many police raids these 2 weeks so the business is affected even more. We are forever hiding ...

I cursed myself inwardly for not giving her more money for my last session with her. Maybe some of you disagree and think that she might be telling me an untrue story to cheat me, but I don’t think so because in the end, she didn’t ask me for more money and neither did I offer. (Now as I think back, maybe I should have offered.) There’s no ulterior motive, so no reason for her to lie.

She: And u are right. On those occasions when police raids are over and I get to stand at the lorong for some time, I don’t seem very keen about selling myself because I guess I’m not. It’s just my fault that I’m still not very mentally prepared for this profession. It’s my first time in Singapore and I told all my friends that I’m in another part of China visiting relatives so nobody knows about me being here. Only my agent (pimp) knows. If I get caught by the police, all my friends and relatives and family will find out and I’ll be in deep trouble ...

Me: Yeah I think a few days ago I saw quite a few girls at one of the lorongs getting caught and being escorted up a police van.

She: Yeah I heard too. I’m scared ... all the girls are scared ... if my husband and children find out my life will be over ...

Me: What? You have a husband and children?! But u look so young, like in yr 20s.

She: I think I’m much older than u. How old are u?

I told her my age.

She: You yourself look like you’re in your 20s. Fine, if what u say is true, then I guess I’m a little younger than u. You’re almost as old as my husband.

Perfect, I thought to myself. Then you can divorce your husband and marry me. But of course I didn’t say.

[wanhai]

camping for more

[late bloomer]

No, I did not fuck her the first time I saw her.

Neither did I fuck her the last time I saw her.

And in between these 2 times, we only did it twice in one single day, both of which were not exactly positive experiences, but she continues to stay on my mind even now. Why? And I only knew her for less than a week. Feelings for someone can indeed transcend the time duration you know her. In fact, if the old adage about familiarity breeding contempt is correct, I would say the two notions are inversely proportional. We only miss someone when that person is gone for good. She had to go back to China in 2 days, probably never coming back. She did not enjoy her stint in Singapore.

My experience with Xiao Ping was something that was more than just sexual. Of course I knew that something wasn’t love. I am not capable of such a lofty notion and am no saint after all. I am only a fallible man with ordinary sinful desires, but that something I had for her included a longing to know her past, to know her as a person and not just a sexual being. I wanted to understand her, listen to her, talk to her, advise her, and help her in any way I can. Of course, not being a rich man myself, I am not a charity organisation and can’t be giving money to every girl I meet without having sex or even touching her once. I have no qualms about not knowing the past history of 99% of the woman I fucked. I am mostly a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ kind of person. But she is one of the few women I knew whom I just had to know more about. At all costs.

So during our very last meet-up in an 81 room, we sat on the bed fully clothed, both wearing purple without prior arrangement, like a couple. Like a couple who knew that we only had an hour to go and time was running out so we did not want even sex to be the obstacle that prevented us from really knowing each other.

Me: You’re married with kids?

She: Yeah, two of them.

Me: So are you happy?

I was surprised that I asked such a personal question so naturally. After all, we only met for a week. There was no reason for her to divulge her entire tragic past to me, a stranger. But she did. She felt so comfortable sharing everything to me. She trusted me, and without a moment’s hesitation proceeded to pour out her life story of a fairy tale gone seriously awry, with every party hurt and damaged in the process.

Xiao Ping’s story: ...

Note to self: "There is no timetable to the human heart."
~~ Graham Turner in 'The Power of Silence' page 85

[late bloomer]

This is Xiao Ping’s story:

I was born in the xxxx xxx province, and under certain circumstances was fortunate enough to marry a rich husband in a more well-to-do xxxx xxx province in China. You noticed, didn’t you, that I dressed more sophisticatedly and carried myself differently from the other girls in this lorong? It’s because I married someone from a well-bred background, and adopted a high-society lifestyle for many years before problems surfaced.

My husband and I were childhood lovers and we got married when I was only 18 years old. However, a few years later, somehow love turned into hate as he became bored of me and started fooling around at dirty KTVs every other night. He also had a violent temper and soon our quarrels became so intense he started to abuse me, often coming home drunk to beat me up.

We have 2 children, a son and daughter and they grew up in such an environment.

Finally, last year I could not take it anymore. I took our son and we left home for my parents’ place. He now stays in the house with our daughter.

We aren’t divorced, just separated. So he isn’t obliged to give me alimony or maintenance fees. Moreover, as I trusted him at the time we got married, the house is solely under his name, so even if we divorce in future, I wiil not get a single cent from the proceeds of the sale of the house.

With ever-increasing financial difficulties, I finally decided to come here.

I hid this secret from everyone, including my closest friends and family. I’m here all alone. Only my agent knows, and you. I don’t get along with the other girls in this lorong because most of them seem so used to the profession while I’m not. I don’t think I’m suited for this job as I don’t really know how to please others and tell men in bed about all the sensual horny lies they want to hear. I hate coming here. Also, the hostel we stay in is dirty and infested with pests. Bedbugs give me rashes. Can you see all the bites round my neck?

(She showed me and I saw them.)

Now I hope you understand why I keep asking you not to drink so much. You frighten me. My husband never fails to beat me up whenever he comes home drunk after fooling around at dirty KTVs. I see so much of you in him. I also worry about your health.

(I was still drinking my Jim Beam while listening to her.)

[smile_santa]

Wow bro... When i saw the title I certainly didn't expect a linguistic orchestra. You certainly have a penchant for writing and with every word read, my mind breaks into a film-reel and slowly reverberates like as if spoken from your lips itself. Every missed opportunities, cockroach and lizard shit, brown dirty towels, sms exchanged, re-enacted with each epilogue.

Please continue to flavor our imagination, with your spice rack of humour and a dash of reality.

(Sorry I cant offer you any points cos I dont have any power.)

[late bloomer]

Thx Bro Smile Santa for the compliment and for reading me.

No worries abt upping me. It's the thought that counts. :o

If u continue to contribute to this forum, when your points reach 40 and above,
I believe you will have more than twice my power! :eek:

[late bloomer]

Someone posted this in my user CP:
'Nice but Dun get so involve, Good luck'

Could the kind Samster who just gave me 5 reputation points
pls leave yr nick so that I can return the favour?

You can post a reply here, or if you're shy, can PM me. Thanks.

Thx for concern bro. But erm ... that time I alr involve alr.

How to univolve har? :D

Either way, I have lost touch with her alr. Don't have her China number or email or China address.
Now want to involve, also cannot find! :(

[late bloomer]

Me:

Xiao Ping, I may cheong dirty KTVs and drink a lot like yr husband
but I have never gotten violent like him.
Here I am sitting here in this Hotel 81 room listening to you,
and not doing anything else to you other than drinking.
Having heard yr story, instead of abusing you, all I want to do now is hug you
and protect you from all the rest of the people who have hurt you.
If I had the connections, the power and the money,
I will call the police, get my lawyers and pay my doctors to attend to you in every way
to make sure yr nightmare is permanently over.
Unfortunately, I do not have the means.

As for my health, Xiao Ping, no worries.
It’s not about how long you live but how well you live.
And I enjoyed listening to you. It doesn’t need to be sex all the time.
I will always remember you and the moment we have now.

I can identify with yr story because someone I know used to abuse his wife.
I’m keeping a distance from him as he has anger issues not just with his wife but also his friends.
He even used to lash out at me for no reason long time ago when we used to be closer.
Not sure if he’s still abusing wife cos we are no longer that close for obvious reasons.

Also a female friend of mine was being abused by her husband.
She even went police station to lodge police report.

It’s so strange. It’s like all the people around me including you are facing the same issues.
They are either the victim or the abuser.
Whatever the circumstances, I firmly believe that a guy has no right
to resort to violence against a girl, whether they are married or otherwise.

Xiao Ping, what yr husband is doing is wrong.
I am not sure about China, but in Singapore we have the Woman's Charter
that can protect women even from their own husbands.
Yr husband can be sued, fined or even jailed for what he has done to you.

(I can be a better version of yr husband, Xiao Ping, I think but don't say.
Stay here and marry me instead.)

[hardone]

nice title hehe :D

[late bloomer]

Xiao Ping:

I appreciate yr concern.

But I guess this issue is something I can only settle on my own when I go back to China.

If only my problems are limited to the issues of spousal violence and infidelity.

Other than the fact that our house is under his name even though I paid 50% for it,
he is also earning a lot more than me when I was working in China
so my son is not getting as much financial support as my daughter since she is staying with him.
Still I’m not getting alimony maintenance from him, partly due to my stubbornness.

I know it’s partly my fault that my son is not doing as well as my daughter
but I am just so angry with him that I do not want to answer his calls or smses anymore.
I would rather find a way to survive on my own without receiving his help.
I am that kind of person.

My financial problem is further compounded by the fact that I have a sworn sister
who was deeply in debt after gambling her money away at mah-jong sessions and casinos.
Borrowed RMB 50,000 (about SGD 10,000) from me
for living expenses and until now she hasn’t returned.

Funny thing is, a few months ago I discovered that she had the money
to buy a new flat even though her hubby and her already own one.
If she had already found a way to clear all her other debts
and was even rich enough to buy herself another house,
why didn’t she bother to contact me?
A few of my other sisters actually spoke up for me when they knew about this
and reprimanded her severely for not returning me the money
which I needed urgently to make ends meet,
but she still has not contacted me till now.

[jameschong1]

Xiao Ping:

I appreciate yr concern.

But I guess this issue is something I can only settle on my own when I go back to China.

If only my problems are limited to the issues of spousal violence and infidelity.

Other than the fact that our house is under his name even though I paid 50% for it,
he is also earning a lot more than me when I was working in China
so my son is not getting as much financial support as my daughter since she is staying with him.
Still I’m not getting alimony maintenance from him, partly due to my stubbornness.

I know it’s partly my fault that my son is not doing as well as my daughter
but I am just so angry with him that I do not want to answer his calls or smses anymore.
I would rather find a way to survive on my own without receiving his help.
I am that kind of person.

My financial problem is further compounded by the fact that I have a sworn sister
who was deeply in debt after gambling her money away at mah-jong sessions and casinos.
Borrowed RMB 50,000 (about SGD 10,000) from me
for living expenses and until now she hasn’t returned.

Funny thing is, a few months ago I discovered that she had the money
to buy a new flat even though her hubby and her already own one.
If she had already found a way to clear all her other debts
and was even rich enough to buy herself another house,
why didn’t she bother to contact me?
A few of my other sisters actually spoke up for me when they knew about this
and reprimanded her severely for not returning me the money
which I needed urgently to make ends meet,
but she still has not contacted me till now.===============
stay away from china prostitutes, xiao ping or xiao pin r xiao pig!
I know 1 kumlang kia more than $50k to a massage girl in china in less than 3 months!

[furritales]

TS story reads like a poem lace with dark humor and quite poignant ;)
Do write more more more please :D

[tcrecruit]

XP... Strong woman.... Jus like one of the woman closest to me in my life I had known..... Willingly continue to suffer but not forcing her friends to return her borrowed 'kindness'

[late bloomer]

nice title hehe

Er ... thx bro hardone. What happen to yr points?

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stay away from china prostitutes, xiao ping or xiao pin r xiao pig!
I know 1 kumlang kia more than $50k to a massage girl in china in less than 3 months!

Erm ... thx bro jameschong1 for cautioning me.
But like I said, she has gone back to China and I have lost her contact, which I kind of regretted.
Tho I admit that all the PRC FLs are only here for our money,
there were a few in my life who showed genuine concern for me and were not too bothered abt the money.
Yet I lost touch with all of them in the end! Blessing in disguise, you might say.
But I never had the choice to find out if it was a blessing or curse as I still miss them deeply for the times we had ...

TS story reads like a poem lace with dark humor and quite poignant ;)
Do write more more more please :D

Thx sis furritales for yr encouragement. If u really read my stuff objectively,
I was only trying to weave up some spice around a very simple and boring storyline.

After clicking on yr thread, I realised that not only do u write very well yrself,
yr storyline contains so many characters far more interesting than mine! :)

XP... Strong woman.... Jus like one of the woman closest to me in my life I had known..... Willingly continue to suffer but not forcing her friends to return her borrowed 'kindness'

Thx bro tcrecruit for yr comment. I did sms XP just b4 she returned to China
to encourage her not to be so nice anymore as she will only be taken advantage further.

Yet the irony is, if she had seriously taken my advice and become a 'nastier' person,
I would have liked her less. It was her kindness, her individuality, her stubbornness
and her unwillingness to depend on others which attracted me to her in the first place.
The dilemma tormented me, yet I still chose to advise her to be nastier in the end
cos I just want her to get her money back and be happy ... :(

[late bloomer]

Xiao Ping continued:

My financial situation was in the red because of all these things which happened to me.
There seemed to be no way out. Then one day, I got to know a friend's friend
who revealed that becoming a working girl in Singapore would help me get rich quickly.
He became my agent but little did I know that there were problems with the procedures
and I could only stay for one month instead of two.
I contemplated for a few days without sleeping well but finally decided
to sacrifice my moral conscience and do what I have to do to get my money back.
So I came here, but in the end realised that I just don't seem
to have what it takes to please men.
I feel somewhat cheated financially, emotionally and sexually,
as if something precious has been stolen away from me.

I replied:

Xiao Ping, I am sorry to hear that this happened.
We all have moments when we feel something precious is taken away.
Our youth is being taken away from us day after day, year after year.
We are no longer who we used to be.
The devil steals our innocence, our purity, our integrity, sooner or later,
once the evils and vices of modern life wears us down and out.
Life in one way or another still manages to rape us in the end,
forcing us to do things we don't want to do, yet we have to pretend that we enjoy doing it.
We are all pimps and prostitutes in this game of life which has gone terribly awry.
God seems to have forgotten us, or maybe He remembers but just doesn't care,
or maybe He's good but just not omnipotent enough,
or maybe He just isn't there in the first place,
or maybe God is a She, and She's a bitch, just like life is.

I myself have my fair share of incidents of being cheated.

I have made bad investments and was caught in scams amounting to
the loss of four and five figure sums far more than yours after trusting the wrong persons.
That was when I realised that all you need is just that one person
to destroy your life totally.

I have had friends who ran away or who are still unable
to return me money after borrowing three figure sums.
And one who likes to tell me all sorts of lies to try and borrow money.

It’s not like I’m rich. I now have a dead-end, part-time job without benefits or security,
and they may tell me to fuck off anytime.
Yet I still give money to my parents who are unaware of my employment status.
I have never understood how the American working adults
or how some of my Asian / Singaporean counterparts get away
without giving their parents any monthly allowance.

So my financial situation is not ideal, albeit not as bad as yours.
Did you manage to make enough money here?

Xiao Ping:

I did manage to cover back all the travel expenses
and earn an income equivalent to my monthly salary at a factory
with somewhat a bit of extra.
But too many police raids affected the business and it’s just too bad
that I took too long to recover from my sickness.
Not totally my agent's fault when he promised me I could make money fast here.
It is true that if all these unfortunate events have not happened,
I could have earned more.
Well, at least there is a factory job I can return to after I leave here.
I took a month’s leave without telling my bosses I’m coming here.
A colleague of mine at work, my best friend, misses me and has been what’sapping me
about her recent break-up with her boyfriend without knowing I’m here.
I miss her too and am excited to see her soon as I have no friends in S'pore
and no longer have anything here to look forward to.

(But you have me here, Xiao Ping, I think but don't say.
You are talking to me and I’m your friend now.)

[jameschong1]

[QUOTE=late bloomer;9242511]No, I did not fuck her on the first day I saw her.
=====
no need to thank me. u sound like a nice innocent cheongster unlike many big cannons here.
yes, xiao ping may be good girl, may be different from other china chickens but do u think she really so innocent?
if she is, how come she know all those chicken agents back home, how come she so garang to come to singapore 1st time & dare stand street necome chicken, u bever really know her back at home yet.

we property agents are street smart & we maciam see all kind of maciam people.
so be careful here as not to get cheat

[late bloomer]

One hour was more or less up. After Xiao Ping finished her life story,
I left 81 feeling emptier than ever.

It wasn’t because the conversation was meaningless without sex.
Instead, it was because the last session alone was far more meaningful
than all the other sessions put together.
I found myself craving for her life story more than anything else.
I wanted to know every other detail about her besides
just every inch of her body,
yet I knew it was impossible as she would be gone in 2 days.
Moreover, what if whatever I found out about her disgusted me?
What if I found out she also cheated others of their money
or slept with the agent pimp and many other men
before coming here to be wasted? What if she took drugs?

The time was already 2 am when I left the hotel,
but I still did not want to take a cab back,
neither did I want to bonk another girl anymore.
I whooped out my phone and deleted the number of the SYT I fucked
in replacement of Xiao Ping last week.
I knew that my sex with SYT was far more intense and enjoyable,
but why is it that I no longer feel any craving for SYT
but kept thinking of Xiao Ping’s tragic fate?

I prowled the streets of GL with another wine bottle in hand, drinking,
thinking about Xiao Ping and my own life.
After listening to Xiao Ping’s story, I found myself plunged
into a deep state of despair.
What on earth is the meaning of my life?
I hated the fact that such a tragic fate had befallen her,
yet I also hated myself for not being able to do much for her or save her.
Finally took a cab back at 3.30 am.

The next day was my off day, so I slept through the morning
and spent the entire afternoon at home doing absolutely nothing.
I turned off my phone, locked up myself in my room,
and refused to talk to anyone.
I surfed the net, watched a bit of porn, and jerked off
while mentally projecting Xiao Ping’s image onto the face of the porn actress.
Then I took a nap, woke up an hour later, tried reading a book but gave up.
I looked at my watch. 7pm. Took a bath, didn’t bother dressing up too well,
and left the house feeling dazed. Took an MRT to nowhere.
Checked my phone. No one called, no one messaged. No Xiao Ping.
The train somehow reached Aljunied.
I alighted, walking towards the Geylang lorongs again.

At 9pm, Xiao finally smsed me in Chinese:

I will be going back tomorrow.
Pls take care of yourself, don’t drink too much.
I’m happy to know you as a friend.
Goodbye.

I found myself unable to respond to her. What’s the point of meeting?

I suddenly experienced this sense of helplessness, despondence.

What did I want to give her? My entire savings account could not
have saved her from her predicament.
I hated the idea of being KC by her, yet,
I didn’t want to leave her in the lurch.
It would be good to give her a farewell fuck right there and then,
give her the money, and forget her forever.
Or maybe remember her forever by exchanging China address,
phone number, email, whatever.
With advanced technology, all I needed to do was to ask.
But the strange thing was, I didn’t sms her to ask.
I waited for a few hours, drinking Haerbin beer at Geylang restaurant,
pondering about how to reply, about what this short one-week long aquaintance
with Xiao Ping meant, about what anything meant.

What exactly is the meaning of a fuck?
No doubt my conviction of how ‘we live, we fuck, we die’ remains strong,
yet there are so many ways to live, to fuck, to die.

Do we really want to fuck someone and forget that person so easily?
Do we really think that the lack of attachment to any prostitute
gives us the freedom we need in order not to be tricked by them?
Are all of them confidence tricksters who have enough acting skills
to win the Golden Globe award?

Is it possible to have meaningful sex at Geylang?
Is it possible to have meaningful sex at all with anyone?
Religious prudes have always found the phrase to be an oxymoron,
but how could God create such a wonderful feeling without
attaching any existential meaning to it? What is sex? What is anything?
Is the bodily exchange of fluids an end in itself, or is it a sign of something
far deeper and symbolic in our relationship with one another,
with humankind in general and with Plant Earth itself?

What is the criteria by which we judge another person?
How serious a sin is sexual promiscuity anyway?
Which level of hell am I doomed to enter into as compared to
molesters, rapists, thieves, cheats, scamsters, murderers, terrorists?
What about rich, high-ranking, powerful, attractive people
who seem to have everything on the outside
but actually nothing on the inside?
People who go through the motions, neither having ever lived authentically,
nor known pain and suffering because
they only suck the lifeblood out of others’ efforts, hardwork and genius,
knowingly or unknowingly?
This corrupt capitalist system, this manipulative matrix, irks me.
I have seen through the hypocrisy of life,
I know the darkness of people, including myself.

My name is Late Bloomer. Forgive me.
I was a bit late in realising the terrible truth
about the universal darkness of all humankind.
But. At last I realised it.
I embrace the darkness because that is where the light will, I believe, eventually shine.

After a few hours of drunk random contemplation, I finally replied Xiao Ping ...

[kissu]

bro ts this is story or real ? thanks ...:D

[saabking]

is she called 平儿？

do you have her pic? may be can help u find her..haha..you never know the world is just too small.

[jameschong1]

[QUOTE=late bloomer;9711914]One hour was more or less up. After Xiao Ping finished her life story,
I left 81 feeling emptier than ever.
=============
late bloomer, u have many more years to bloom
BUT provided u forget Xiao Ping
unless u let go of her mentally, if not u sure very moody, very lost & cannot bloom
U sound like nice guy & u will meet many more Xiao ping down the road; better & sweeter xiao ping down the road
more rose in the jungle as u walk farer into the jungle

[pleasurehobby]

upped your points bro, very good writing you have here. Its like a movie slowly unfolding in my mind.

Looking forward for more.

[Tazzymercs]

eh bro your that 小平, is it in one of the lorongs that had a temple in it? near a motel, dark alley...near the vietnams whores?

[late bloomer]

bro ts this is story or real ? thanks ...:D

Hi. It's like halfway in between la ...

is she called 平儿？

do you have her pic? may be can help u find her..haha..you never know the world is just too small.

Bro I do not have her pic and she is not 平儿.
Or maybe she use other name for other clients.
I not even sure whether she use her real name on me.
All I know is, her real name prob got 平 somewhere.

Ya I know Singapore is very small, but China is very big.
She say she prob won't come back anymore,
so my chances of seeing her again are very slim, close to 0%.
Anyway, my primary purpose of starting this thread is not really to find her.
Just a part of my life story that been building up inside me and got no choice
but to record for myself to read, and a few of u here.
And even if she discovers this thread, don't think she will
understand enough English to know that it's me.


late bloomer, u have many more years to bloom
BUT provided u forget Xiao Ping
unless u let go of her mentally, if not u sure very moody,
very lost & cannot bloom
U sound like nice guy & u will meet many more Xiao ping down the road; better & sweeter xiao ping down the road
more rose in the jungle as u walk farer into the jungle

Bro u so funny, use my nick back on me. You win already lor. :D

upped your points bro, very good writing you have here. Its like a movie slowly unfolding in my mind.

Looking forward for more.

Thx bro!

eh bro your that 小平, is it in one of the lorongs that had a temple in it? near a motel, dark alley...near the vietnams whores?

Er bro ... no la not there. Pls don guess anymore.
The point is not where I found her la.
Like I said, I started this thread not because employing search party.
I know my thread title a bit misleading ... apologies for the misunderstanding.

[kacang]

i've always enjoyed a good read here at this forum and this is one of them, albeit a sad one.
not everyone has a similar life experience, but mine so far has taught me to take everything life throws at you by a pinch of a salt.
if a portion of your story with XP is true, its really regrettable you didn't manage to get her contact. sometimes in life, all we need is just to need that spur of 激动, at least you won't live to regret knowing that you could have, but didn't try.
take care bro :)

[late bloomer]

My last sms to her in Chinese:

Xiao Ping, I find it really hard to say goodbye to u.

I want u to be happy. You really need to find a way to get half yr property
back from yr husband and the large sum of money u lent yr 姐妹 .

Pls learn to protect yrself and stop allowing others
to take advantage of you. Don't be like me.

Her last reply:

Thank you. I am happy and glad to know u as a true friend.

The next day, when she left for China, I received a few calls
with strange numbers in my caller id
that looked as if they were overseas or private numbers,
but I failed to pick up the calls as I overslept
and my phone was in silent mode.
I did try to return all the calls when I woke up
but either the voice message said the number was no longer in use,
or it was a dead line.

A few days after Xiao Ping returned to China, still no news from her.
I did sms her Singapore number in Chinese asking how she was. No response.
Number probably no longer in use.
No other overseas calls or messages from her too.
If she wanted, I’m sure she was able to contact my Singapore number.
But she didn’t. My guess is, she wanted to cut off all ties
from the unhappy memories she had of coming here.
I probably missed the boat when she wanted to talk to me
for one last time before she left, but I overslept.
Chee bye sleeping beauty that I am.

I wanted to write a letter to her to say my final goodbye to her
and have a proper closure, but there was no email address for me to send
because I had failed to ask her for it.

So this is the English version of the email I would have typed
if only I had her email:

Xiao Ping, I have so much to say to you before u left for China
yet I dunno why I only typed a short insincere goodbye message.
Maybe it’s because I still couldn’t accept the truth of yr departure
and no other words that were good enough for our sudden parting.
Maybe I was so sad that I couldn’t find anything meaningful to say
other than summarise everything, which always makes it sound shallow.
Maybe the sms function is unable to express the weight
of how much our chance meeting has meant to me.

We have only known each other for less than 2 weeks
but it seems I have known u for entire lifetimes.
I have met many girls, but you’re one of the very few
whom I am probably not going to forget that easily.
I firstly wish u well. I also want to wish yr family well,
but when I do that it means that I wish u and yr husband
can resolve yr marital conflicts and financial issues.
When that happens, u will no longer come back to Singapore to work
and I will never get to see u here again.
Not sure whether I want that,
so I feel really conflicted abt how I should wish this second part.
(I will use the Chinese word 茅盾 for conflicted.)

In many ways I am very similar to you.
All my life I’ve always easily taken advantaged by others, even now.
But I am coming to realise that we have to take responsibility for our own lives
And learn not to play victim all the time.
Self assertion is an important component of maturity and responsibility,
so if we cannot assert ourselves firmly
in any unpleasant, confrontational situation,
then we cannot be said to have grown up.
It is our own fault for trying too hard to please others
without regard for our own needs, private space, freedom.

Xiao Ping, like me, u need to take care of yourself,
establish healthy boundaries that define who u r
and defend yr right to be firm in yr opinions without abusing others.

Contrasting ideas between kindness to others
and protection from verbal, physical, psychological, financial abuse
have to be balanced out like the interpenetrations of the ying and yang.

[late bloomer]

June 3013, the month that I met Xiao Ping, passed.
A month of school holidays where bored, horny students
increased their activity in this forum looking for fun.
Myself already no longer a student for more than a decade,
I’m not sure why these things happened to me in June.
Did all the sexual vigour from all the younger Samsters
over here somehow rub off onto me?

Then July came and went and August too.
During these 2 difficult months, I prowled the streets of Geylang
every other day to find someone like Xiao Ping to replace
and relive my fond memories with her vicariously, but to no avail.
It seemed that the more I screwed any number of other sluts,
the emptier I felt. Something deep inside of me
seems to have broken down and I am unable to forget,
neither am I able to salvage the times I had with Xiao Ping.
She created a void in me that was even greater
than the void I already had before I met her.

On the outside, I went about my part time job as usual.
Things seemed ok at work, or at least it seemed so to others,
but it was all a pretence.
Deep inside, the meaning behind my very existence
had long been sucked out.
I was like an empty shell, a lifeless robot mechanically going about
my daily affairs and performing the role required of me mindlessly.
But once night fell, an insatiable pang of loneliness
and hunger for any form of intimacy including sex
would hit me so hard I would be defenceless against it.

But the more sex I had, the emptier I felt, the more I missed Xiao Ping.
And I couldn’t even remember most of the girls I fucked
during those 2 months.
Even if a few faces struck an impression
when I saw them again in Geylang, it’s probably just hi and bye.
If I ever saw Xiao Ping there again, it wouldn’t be that simple.
I was sure of that. I would hold her tight and never let her go.

Now even September is gone.
An interesting month where events transpired
made me age a thousand years.
Money and friends won and lost.
Quarrels with people who are just not worth it.
Here, there, everywhere the same.
Hung around Geylang a lot less compared to the previous 2 months,
maybe just twice or thrice, because an avalanche of
tedium,
ennui,
disillusionment,
despondence
seized me.
I saw no one, spoke to no one, other than those
I strictly had to communicate at work.
Didn’t feel like doing anything or going anywhere anymore.
Didn’t feel like working either, but no money,
so no choice suck thumb drag feet to work.
On off days, usually hang around my favourite China restaurant,
eat food, drink beer, go home, watch porn, masturbate,
think of Xiao Ping, repeat the same process x 100.

Reality,
time,
consciousness
slowly slipped away from me as I lived the existence of the living dead.

And now we are in early October with school holidays nearing
and students ready to get back here to sell themselves
or maybe give themselves free online. A vicious cycle
in this completely meaningless matrix. Neo where are you?
I laugh at myself and the world. What did anything boil down to?

The 3rd of October also came, and has just gone.
I have been a Samster on this very day since 2009.
I am exactly 4 years old today. What did that mean?
Do I need a birthday cake to celebrate my rotten existence here,
and for that matter in this unfathomable universe? Fuck all.

[Nsdselvlian]

bro, u sound sad and depressive.

Cheer up, i luv reading your stories.:)

[hardworking48]

Bro, you really gotta snap out of this shit depression before you screw up your life really bad. Over liao, cannot do anything. Just remember the good times and cherish it in your heart. Don't destroy your happy memories with her and replaced it with the pain in your heart.

Good luck bro.

[late bloomer]

... mine so far has taught me to take everything life throws at you by a pinch of a salt.

its really regrettable you didn't manage to get her contact.
sometimes in life, all we need is just to need that spur of 激动,
at least you won't live to regret knowing that you could have,
but didn't try. take care bro

Thx bro kacang 4 encouragemt.
Agree, I definitely dowan to live with regret.
I do have one or two occasions when the 激动 with some girl
end up really score! Those moments r hard to find nowaday. :(

bro, u sound sad and depressive.

Cheer up, i luv reading your stories.:)

Thx sis for gracing my humble thread. Have upped u alr ...
so can't up u anymore. Er ... I mean points-wise la ... :D
Am surprised u weren't put off by my Chinese title LOL.

Bro, you really gotta snap out of this shit depression before you screw up your life really bad. Over liao, cannot do anything. Just remember the good times and cherish it in your heart. Don't destroy your happy memories with her and replaced it with the pain in your heart.

Good luck bro.

Hi bro hardworking48, thx 4 concern / advice.
I forgot that my Sammyboy birthday just passed,
so it's +5 instead of +4.

Don't worry bro, writing my life story is just a way for me
to get it off my chest.
The funny thing I realise is,
when u r very focused on writing what u want to write,
it's quite difficult to feel depressed
while typing depressing stuff at the same time,
no matter how depressing the shit is!
It's prob a way for me to bring to a virtual closure
something I've never been able to close in reality ...

Thx all for reading me! :)

[jameschong1]

June 3013, the month that I met Xiao Ping, passed.
Do I need a birthday cake to celebrate my rotten existence here,
and for that matter in this unfathomable universe? Fuck all.
=========
it's time u wake up & stop whining like ccb gu niang!
if u continue to cry like this, damn siat suay! u go eat shit better

[shybutwant]

Holy cow!! You are an author, arent you??!! lol ... well done !! How old are you btw?? Above or below 40? Juz curious

[saabking]

June 3013, the month that I met Xiao Ping, passed.
A month of school holidays where bored, horny students
increased their activity in this forum looking for fun.
Myself already no longer a student for more than a decade,
I’m not sure why these things happened to me in June.
Did all the sexual vigour from all the younger Samsters
over here somehow rub off onto me?

Then July came and went and August too.
During these 2 difficult months, I prowled the streets of Geylang
every other day to find someone like Xiao Ping to replace
and relive my fond memories with her vicariously, but to no avail.
It seemed that the more I screwed any number of other sluts,
the emptier I felt. Something deep inside of me
seems to have broken down and I am unable to forget,
neither am I able to salvage the times I had with Xiao Ping.
She created a void in me that was even greater
than the void I already had before I met her.

On the outside, I went about my part time job as usual.
Things seemed ok at work, or at least it seemed so to others,
but it was all a pretence.
Deep inside, the meaning behind my very existence
had long been sucked out.
I was like an empty shell, a lifeless robot mechanically going about
my daily affairs and performing the role required of me mindlessly.
But once night fell, an insatiable pang of loneliness
and hunger for any form of intimacy including sex
would hit me so hard I would be defenceless against it.

But the more sex I had, the emptier I felt, the more I missed Xiao Ping.
And I couldn’t even remember most of the girls I fucked
during those 2 months.
Even if a few faces struck an impression
when I saw them again in Geylang, it’s probably just hi and bye.
If I ever saw Xiao Ping there again, it wouldn’t be that simple.
I was sure of that. I would hold her tight and never let her go.

Now even September is gone.
An interesting month where events transpired
made me age a thousand years.
Money and friends won and lost.
Quarrels with people who are just not worth it.
Here, there, everywhere the same.
Hung around Geylang a lot less compared to the previous 2 months,
maybe just twice or thrice, because an avalanche of
tedium,
ennui,
disillusionment,
despondence
seized me.
I saw no one, spoke to no one, other than those
I strictly had to communicate at work.
Didn’t feel like doing anything or going anywhere anymore.
Didn’t feel like working either, but no money,
so no choice suck thumb drag feet to work.
On off days, usually hang around my favourite China restaurant,
eat food, drink beer, go home, watch porn, masturbate,
think of Xiao Ping, repeat the same process x 100.

Reality,
time,
consciousness
slowly slipped away from me as I lived the existence of the living dead.

And now we are in early October with school holidays nearing
and students ready to get back here to sell themselves
or maybe give themselves free online. A vicious cycle
in this completely meaningless matrix. Neo where are you?
I laugh at myself and the world. What did anything boil down to?

The 3rd of October also came, and has just gone.
I have been a Samster on this very day since 2009.
I am exactly 4 years old today. What did that mean?
Do I need a birthday cake to celebrate my rotten existence here,
and for that matter in this unfathomable universe? Fuck all.

hey..may be i know your xiao ping!!! i have a friend whose friend is also called ping er? may be the same person:D

[jameschong1]

hey..may be i know your xiao ping!!! i have a friend whose friend is also called ping er? may be the same person:D

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Xiao PIG or Xiao ping or ping er, forget them as they are same - PRC prostitutes standing in Geylang waiting for us all including banglas, Indians, all FTs to f..k them