My First Story

[Connie]

This is my story.

Let me introduce myself. I am what you people call a MILF, late 30’s, local Eurasian, divorced with no kids. My ex-husband is an Australian who took a fancy for what you people also call a SYT, a Vietnamese. We divorced about 6 years ago and he is now back down under with his new wife. I hold a day job, not really high paying but sufficient for my own needs. I live alone in a small condo in the East that I got as part of my divorce settlement.

I have been reading the posts in my spare time anonymously. Some of the stuff you people post are quite interesting and fun. I do not consider myself a person of the world but I think I have been around the block a couple of times to know what is fact and what is fiction.

I have been thinking long and hard whether I should share some of my more intimate experiences with you people since my divorce. I was hesitant at first since I do not spend much time on the computer, but after some serious thought, I think it best to share some joy and frustrations off my chest.

Before I start, let me describe myself a bit. I am about 1.68m tall, weigh about 48kg. I do not really have an ample chest, probably about a 33B+. Some people consider me attractive in my own way, but I think I am only passable. I definitely will not win any beauty contest.

Since my divorce, I have has a few flings. Most are short term and some are one-night stands, although there is someone I am seeing now that I hope can develop into something more lasting.

My very first fling occurred about 3 months after my divorce. He is a local Chinese who was my ex-colleague. The story actually begins about the time I got my final divorce papers. John (a fictional name of my ex-colleague) is a good friend of my ex and me. He is married in his mid-30’s and lives quite close to us. John is a sales manager with a local engineering company and his wife is as an airline stewardess with SIA. Our families were quite close and we used to go for dinner and outings together. Just like me, John was surprised and upset with my divorce. He spent most of his free time consoling me and telling me it is better for me in the long run. We used to spend countless hours in the evenings at MacDonalds East Coast Parkway talking. I really appreciated his friendship. We would talk about a lot of things but nothing related to my divorce. I suppose he was trying his best to get my mind away from that sad episode. Our relationship was platonic but as time went on, I eagerly looked forward to spending time with him. In the beginning I didn’t really ask whether his wife objected to his spending most of his free time with me, but on one occasion, I did ask him. He shrugged it off saying that his wife understands my situation and she was away most of the time anyway.

As I said, up until that fateful evening, my friendship with John was platonic, but one evening, when we were in one of alfresco type coffee joints in Siglap, John asked me whether I thought of seeing someone new. At first I thought he was trying to introduce a friend to me. All along, we never minced words and I jokingly asked John if he had a good looking man who is available and who could satisfy me in bed that he could introduce to me. John laughed at my remark and said that I am a woman and a woman has her needs, just like a man has his needs. Moreover, it must have been quite lonely for me. On hearing what John said, all of a sudden knots began to form in my stomach and there was an umistakeable warmth emanating from my lower region. I looked John in the eye and did something I had never done before. I took John’s right hand and gently squeezed it. I thanked him for all his help during the past months but I told him I did not think it was time for me to find another man. John then took both my hands and caressed them. He said nevermind and added that if I needed any help, he would help me.

After our coffee, it was getting late, I think it was around 9.30 pm. I wanted to go home. John suggested that since it was a nice evening, why not we go for a walk a Bedok Jetty. I agreed and we went in John’s car. After parking the car, we started the short trek from the car-park to the jetty. Those of you who are familiar with the place would know that the path to the jetty, though lit, is not very brightly lit. As we were walking, I could not get rid of that feeling I had at the coffee joint. My mind began to wonder so much so that my legs were a bit wobbly. I then did something that would forever change my relationship with John. I held his hand as we were walking. As I held his hand, I was embarrassed and dared not look at John. I did not know how he would react. Much to my surprise, he took my hand and put it around his waist. With his other hand he put it across my shoulder and pulled me closed. At that time, the feeling inside me is impossible to describe. It felt like we were courting each other like teenagers. The warmth I felt in my lower region began to grow and my legs became even more wobbly. As we walked, I put my head onto his shoulder.

The walk to the jetty is not very long. I wished it would not end. The jetty was more brightly lit than the path and as we reached the jetty, I disentangled myself from John. We walked to the end of the jetty where there were some people fishing. One of them was fishing for cuttlefish. I leaned over the railing to for a closer look. Both my hands were on the railing supporting myself. John was beside me. He than wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. With the wind blowing and John’s body next to mine, I pushed my body even closer to John’s. There were not many people at the jetty that evening. We stood there body to body for about 5 mins. Just then, the person manning the pole and net plunged his net into the sea and pulled it up. We could see that there was a cuttlefish inside the net. I turned to John and said something like this is a lot of work just to catch a cuttlefish. John looked at me and smiled. Our faces were only centimeters apart and as continued to look into his face, he planted a quick kiss on my lips. I guessed he was as nervous as I was. He smiled. I smiled back and kissed him back. This time, the kiss was longer and the tips of our tongues touched. The feeling was immense. We broke off the kiss and I snuggled even closer to John.

After about 10 mins, John suggested we go for a drive. We then walked back to his car. This time, I cast off my inhibitions and held his hand tightly as we took the walk back down the path. Back in his car, John asked where I would like to go. I said I left it to him. He smiled and said he knew a quiet place. He then got back onto the ECP in the direction of the airport. He took an exit that leads to Changi Coast Road. This road is a long road leading to the cargo complex. About half way, he turned into a side road on the right that had no markings. It was not lit and the road is not really a road. He drove for a short while and parked his car under a tree.

To be continued….

[svs_hire]

solid story u got there....it me me feel hot....:D

[like2cum]

bro svs

are you the lead john in the story?:D

[Connie]

Continued

By then, there was no doubt in my mind what would happen next. John drives a Camry, which is fairly spacious. He leaned across and kissed me. I reciprocated by opening my mouth and offering him my tongue. Our lips were locked and our tongues were intertwined. He offered me his tongue, which I nibbled at and sucked. I offered him my tongue and he did the same. He moved his hands to my waist and tried to pull me closer. He began to caress my waist, moving towards my lower back. I arched myself to allow him more room. His caresses moved towards my upper back and then toward my front, where he gently squeezed my breasts. I reciprocated by moving my free hand towards his thigh and started stroking it, moving slowly towards his groin. John then stopped caressing my breast and moved his hand to my waist. He slipped his hand under my T-shirt and gently caressed my waist. His hand then moved towards my upper back and started to unbuckle my bra clasp. After successfully unbuckling my bra, he moved his hand in front to caress my naked breast. As we petted like lovers, we looked each other in the eye and something unsaid was agreed. However, to make love in the confines of a car is not exactly my idea of how the inevitable would happen. As I moved my hand to his already hardened penis, I whispered into John’s ear that perhaps we should go to some place more comfortable. John laughed and said that it is indeed not convenient. He understood what I meant and said he knew just the place. We then disentangled ourselves and my arranged my clothes back. John started his car and we went off.

John drove quickly to Marine Parade Road. There he turned into Paramount Hotel. He parked his car and told me to wait in the car. About 5 minutes later, he returned and said he had booked a room. I was a bit apprehensive, after all, Paramount Hotel isn’t what you people would call a budget hotel for sexual trysts. We walked up the ramp and to the elevators. This time, we did not hold hands. As we took the elevator up, we remained quiet and honestly, I was at a loss for words, not having done this before.

We reached the room and John opened the room. He held the door for me to go in. I stood in the room’s doorway, not knowing what to do next or what I should do next. John came in and locked the door. He came up to me and hugged me. I was so relieved that he would make the first move. We started kissing standing in the doorway. As we locked lips, we moved slowly to the bed and sat down. With his arms around me, John pushed me down onto the bed and we continued kissing. This time, with both hands free, John started to roam his hands all over my body. I knew I was wet down there and clenched my legs tightly. John gently nudged my legs apart and began to rub his palm up and down my vagina through my jeans. I was past being modest and moved my hand to John crotch feeing his hardened penis. Slowly but surely, we began to remove each other’s clothing. The zipper to my jeans was drawn down, my T-short was removed, my bra was removed and slowly, my jeans were taken off, leaving me with only my panties. I too was busy removing John’s clothes, leaving him with only his underpants. We were locked in each other’s arms for what seemed eternity. John alternated between kissing me to sucking my breasts and fingering me through my already wet panties. I was also busy running my hands up and down his penis through his underpants.

Finally, we removed the last bits of clothing and both of us were in our birthday suits. I told John to turn off the room lights. He said he would but wanted to take a shower with me first. We then went into the bathroom. As the water flowed, we lathered each other, washing each other’s bodies. Needless to say, particular attention was paid to our genitals. As we rinsed off, John would steal kisses on my lips and suck on my breasts, which I gladly offered to him. After rinsing me off, he then knelt down in the bathtub and started to kiss my stomach, moving south to my vagina. He tried to lick my vagina but with me standing up, there was some difficulty. I then moved one of my legs to straddle the rim of the bathtub to give him more access. He then began to nibble at my clitoris, which brought immense pleasure to me. I must have been moaning loud enough that the next door guests could hear me. A small climax came over me that caused me to shudder. John then stood up and we locked lips again. I then knelt down and took his penis into my mouth. I knew that John was already pretty high, so I did not suck too hard for fear that he would ejaculate too soon. I wanted this to be a long and pleasurable night. I did not anticipate how high John was. After taking his penis into my mouth, John began to moan loudly and I could feel his penis jerk in my mouth. I knew he was on the point of no return. I continued to suck on his penis gently and was rewarded with globs of semen rushing out of his penis into my mouth. I wanted to give John as much pleasure as possible and continued to suck. Although I am no stranger to sucking penis, I had never swallowed semen before, but looking up at John in the throes of pleasure, I decided to take the next step and started swallowing his semen. John was ejaculating non-stop and I was swallowing his semen non-stop. After he spent his seed, he knelt down and hugged me. I was overcome with joy and pleasure. We then kissed again.

After our short session in the bathroom, we laid on the bed cuddling each other, exchanging kisses. Our caresses continued and not long later, I could feel John’s penis begin to harden again. John moved from sucking my breasts to licking my vagina. I twisted myself so that I could get John’s penis into my mouth. We were locked in a 69 position. Having just reached a small climax myself and John ejaculating, we knew that we could give each oral pleasure without fear of each other reaching climax too soon. While John was busy nibbling on my clitoris and licking my vagina lips, I took John penis into my mouth and sucked hard. With my free hand, I was also squeezing his testicles. Our oral ministrations brought copious amounts of saliva onto each other’s genitals, so much so that I could feel that the bedsheet was soaked with our saliva, John’s pre-cum and my vagina juice.

After about 10 minutes locked in that position, we disentangled. By then, my vagina was aching for John’s penis. I straddled him and inserted his hardened penis into my vagina. There was absolutely no fiction at all and I could take his penis in all the way. I began my rocking motion, making sure I rubbed my clitoris against his penis every time I rocked. As I rocked, we kissed and both of us were moaning loudly. John then pushed me up and began to suck my breasts. He then moved himself to the edge of the bed and sat up. His penis was still inside me and we assumed what I think is a sitting position. I could feel this penis all the way up my vagina and the warmth of his penis inside my vagina was giving me tremendous pleasure. We kissed and kissed, tongues lashing out at each other.

After a while, John twisted me onto the bed and he adopted a missionary position. I spread my legs and locked my calves around his legs as he began to pump me. As he continued to pump away, I could feel another climax coming. My fingers dug into his back and I moaned. I could sense that John was also on the verge of ejaculating and I thrust my vagina even more. I was the first to reach climax and shuddered uncontrollably. John too reached his climax and started to ejaculate his semen inside me. We held each other even closer and stated kissing voraciously, hugging each other tightly. The pleasure I got is indescribable. It had a good couple of months since I had sex and all the pent up frustration were all let out that night in a hotel room with someone close to him and who had helped me get through the worst period of my life. After achieving climax, we laid in the bed, holding each other, glowing in the aftermath of one of the most satisfying sessions in sex I ever had.

Next installment – how I was deflowered anally.

[rustydickie]

hi! nice to know that there are sisters who are willing to share their experiences with us. hope we don't have to wait too long for the next few chapters.....:D

[sToNeCoLd]

Hi Connie,

I was deeply impressed with your courage stepping out here to share with us your little exploits and experiences.

I must admit it was very well penned and Stoney has never look forward to anyone sex FRs here thinking some of those posted here are pretty mundane & bland. Well, yours has indeed makes me sit right up and look forward to your next contribution. Mmm..keep up the good work with your tantalising FR for our reading pleasure.

Cheers and thanks for sharing!!;)

[ken_v2]

well done! i am sure it took you a lot of considerations and courage to post your experience here. thanks for sharing :)

[Shuang_Jie_Gun]

nice story Sis Connie,drives my sex drive up another level.:o

[techienator]

thanks for sharing sis.. u sure can make our bros hard here.. :D waiting for the next instalments..

[Connie]

In this next post, I will let you know how I was deflowered anally.

Ever since that evening with John, my sex life took a tremendous leap. In the next 2 months or so, we saw each other about 4 times a week and had sex at least once a week. Every single session left us both exhausted and wanting for more. Almost everyday, I yearned for my next meeting with him. If we were not having sex, then we would be having dinner and I made sure he had enough crabs, oysters and the like. I also bought a bottle of Pharmaton vitamin supplements for him so that he can pop a capsule in the morning and one in the evening. I didn’t question John about his sex life with his wife. I did not want to venture into that territory because I did not want John to have any idea that ours was anything more than a pure sexual relationship. Having gone through a divorce myself, I had absolutely no intention of getting John into such an unpleasant episode. I suppose John had the same thoughts as I, he did not mention his wife when we met. I intended to keep our relationship purely sexual and nothing else.

Our sexual encounters still took place in the hotels in the east, ranging from Paramount to the budget hotels in Joo Chiat. Whenever I went into one of those budget hotels, I imagined myself being stared at, people must be wondering why a reasonably good looking middle age man would be paying for sex with a middle age Eurasian lady that will not turn heads. Little did they know. Our sexual encounters also took another twist. I would go out of my way to buy sexy lingerie to spice up things. On one occasion, John bought a vibrating condom that left me pleading mercy with him. That is, however, the subject of another story.

One evening, after a simple dinner at the Eastcoast Parkway seafood centre, we checked into Fragrance Hotel in Joo Chiat. As usual, once inside the room, we started kissing and groping each other like long lost lovers. After removing our clothes, we went for our usual shower where we took pains and pleasure to clean each other up. This time, when John was washing my back, he slipped his hand in-between my buttock cheeks and started to fondle my vagina from behind. I enjoyed myself so much that I arched my back towards him so that he could have more access. He then surprised me by moving from my vagina to my anus and began to rub my anus from the outside. The feeling was different. On the one hand, it was good, on the other, I didn’t think it was hygienic. But, he seemed to be enjoying himself and I let him continue.

On the bed, we started with our usual 69 position that we both enjoyed the most. He was giving me tremendous pleasure nibbling at my clitoris and licking my vagina lips. I was concentrating on sucking his penis and playing with his testicles. A thought then occurred to me and with my free hand, I wetted one finger and started to rim his anus. John started to fidget and laugh. He said since return was fair play and stuck his head down further and used his tongue to rim my anus. I wanted to stop him telling him it is not hygienic, but he would have none of it and continued rimming my anus. The feeling was good although that meant my vagina was unattended and yearning for John’s tongue. This went on for a while, during which time, I felt John use his finger to rim my anus. He also started to poke at my anus with his little finger. I never had anal sex before although I have read about it. I wanted to stop John but in my deep recesses, I also wanted to experience anal sex. After a while, John used a bit of force and managed to insert the tip of his little finger into my anus. In the beginning the feeling was uncomfortable. I guessed John knew my discomfort and started to lick my vagina while at the same time fingering my anus. The attention to my vagina brought some relief and distraction and in no time, John’s little finger was in my anus up to the third joint. This continued for a minute or two by which time, I told John I wanted him inside me.

I straddled John and inserted his hardened penis inside my vagina. I rocked and rocked and not long later, I reached my first orgasm. The bed was wet with our love juice. John flipped me over and inserted his penis into my vagina. He laid still for a while knowing that I had just reached orgasm and needed a short while to recuperate. We kissed and not long later John started his pumping action. As he continued to pump, I arched my back to match his rhythm. This continued for another few minutes. Whenever John stopped pumping into me, we would kiss and he would suckle at my breasts. John then withdrew his penis and flipped me over on my stomach. He pulled my waist up and inserted his penis into my vagina, doggie style. I went up on my knees to make it easier for me. With his free hand, he squeezed and teased my nipples. Then, his hand moved to my buttock to finger my anus. This time he managed to insert the tip of his index finger into my anus. I was being penetrated in both my lower orifices. The penetration of my anus caused some discomfort but that was mitigated by his continued thrusting into my vagina. I could feel that John was almost the point of no return and was about to ejaculate into my vagina, but all of a sudden he stopped. He then asked me if he could insert his penis into my anus. I was so high then that even if he wanted to make love to me in the corridor of the hotel I would have agreed. But I told him I had never experienced that before. He assured me he would be gentle and if I felt too much discomfort he would stop. I agreed and pleaded with him to be gentle. He then placed his penis at my anus and began to insert it slowly. At first it was painful and I had to clench my teeth to prevent me from shouting out loud. But as he continued to penetrate me, the discomfort began to dissipate. Soon, about half his penis was in my anus and he started to thrust in and out. With one of his free hands, he also started to finger my vagina. That helped. I suppose it must have been the friction because less than a minute after he penetrated my anus, he ejaculated. Funnily, I didn’t really feel his semen shoot out, unlike the feeling of hot semen inside my vagina. After ejaculating, he pulled out his penis and we cuddled. Later, I saw that there were some blood stains on the bedsheet and I guessed it must have come from a tear of my anus. My anus felt sore and I had an urge to go shit.

That was how I got my anus deflowered. I didn’t really enjoy anal sex and subsequently I told John about it. He said he was sorry and promised not to do it again. He also said he should have brought along a lubricant so that it would have made things easier for both of us. I laughed at his suggestion.

I suppose some people fancy anal sex and I would be the first to admit it is something different. I guess one has to experience it to see if on enjoys it. For me, I prefer a hardened penis in my mouth or vagina anyday then one in my anus.

Next installment concerns my first lesbian encounter.

[seowqj]

to be continue???

[pumperjack]

Good work Connie! ;)

Jack

[Connie]

In this installment, I shall describe my first ever lesbian encounter.

Sex with John had been good and fulfilling, but sex isn’t everything and I had my own work. I also had a small circle of lady friends, one of whom I was quite close to. I shall call her Sally. Sally is in her early 30’s and a spinster. She is not unattractive but I have never seen her go out with guys. I have known Sally for about 2 years. She works in a multinational company as a confidential secretary. Sally is Chinese, about 1.5m, about 45 kg and has a slim body. Her chest is flat, at most A cup breast.

Sally and I contact each other regularly and although she knows about my divorce, she does not know about John. I suspect she knows I am seeing someone frequently, but she does not know who and had never asked me about it. We have dinner about once or twice fortnightly, usually at Pizza Hut in Parkway Parade.

One evening, after I had another round of satisfying sex with John the nite before, I had dinner with Sally. She was not her usual chirpy self and kept quiet during dinner. I asked her if she was having problems and is there anything I could help. She just said it is her problem and I wouldn’t understand. I pestered her to no avail. After dinner, sensing that she was not in a good mood, I offered to share a cab with her and send her home first. Sally lives in Tampines in a 5 room flat together with her mother. Her father is deceased and all her other siblings are married and have their own homes. We hopped onto a cab and not long later, we arrived at her block. Sally asked if I would like to go up and chat for a while. I agreed.

It turned out that her mother had taken a short holiday with her friends to China. Sally was living alone for the next week or so. Sally’s flat is spacious and simply decorated. Her living room is separated from her dining room with one of those Chinese foldable panels. She occupies the master bedroom.

It was a humid evening and Sally invited me into her bedroom where there is an air-conditioner. I didn’t think anything about it then as I had been to Sally’s place countless times before. Sally sleeps on a queen-sized bed and there is a television in her room. Sally said she wanted to take a shower and that I could take one too if I liked. I said I was fine and told her to go take her shower first. She then began to undress in-front of me. Off came her blouse and skirt. I saw that she was wearing a lacy black bra and matching black bikini panties. She asked me if she looked good in her underwear. I said she looks fine. She asked if I thought her breasts were too small or that her hips were too wide. I told her that her slim built matches her breasts and that her hips were also proportionate. She said she wished her breasts were fuller and on that note, she removed her bra right in-front of me. Her breasts though small and relatively flat were nicely shaped and sported light brownish nipples. She then went into her attached bathroom but did not close the door. I was seated on the bed and from where I was sitting, I saw her removing her panties before getting into the shower.

After 10 minutes or so, Sally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Silently, she went to her wardrobe and pulled out a nightie and slipped it on. Her nightie was low cut and length-wise went down to her knees. I saw that she did not bother with any underwear. She then went about applying lotion to her hands and legs and every time she bent down to get something, I could see all the way to her navel. Talk about down-blouse views. All this while, we were just making small talk, eg, this type of lotion is good for the skin, would you like a cup of water, etc.

After performing her rituals, Sally sat down beside me on the bed and asked if I wanted to watch television. I said there was nothing nice to see on TV. I then asked her again what was troubling her during dinner and was there anything I could help her with. Sally’s mood suddenly changed and I could see that she was sad. From out of no where, she hugged me and started to cry. I hugged her back and tried to comfort her. I asked her what the problem was. She said she felt terrible. I pestered her to tell me what came over her. We stopped hugging and Sally began her story.

We were sitting very close and our thighs were touching. Sally held my hands and looked me in the eye. To make the story short, she then revealed to me that she is a lesbian and she had just broken up with her lover. I may not be a purist but learning that Sally was a lesbian was indeed a surpise. I then knew why I had not seen Sally with other guys before. As she related her story, which shall remain confidential, I began to empathize with her. Whoever one may be in love with, or having a relationship with, whether guy or gal, breaking up is something hard. My divorce was a living example and I was fortunate to have had John. I then asked Sally if there was anything I could help her with, but Sally said I wouldn’t understand. I felt for Sally and in a show of friendship I pulled her towards me and hugged her. She placed her head on my shoulder and we stayed in that position for a few minutes silently. Sally was still sobbing and I gently stroked her head. I then did something that perhaps I should not have done. I kissed Sally’s forehead. It was more of a friendly peck than anything erotic or intimate. After kissing her forehead, Sally turned her head and kiss my neck.

Sally’s kiss on my neck brought a shiver to me. I have no experience with lesbians and the thought of another female kissing me on my neck should have caused me to shy away. But, the feeling was pleasant, not unlike John’s kisses on my neck and ear lobes. Not only did I not shy away, I hugged Sally even tighter. I didn’t think very much about my actions then as I merely wanted to comfort a good friend.

Sally’s kisses on my neck continued, from just below my ear lobe down and sideways to below my chin. She then straightened up and place a peck on my lips. After she had done that, she gave me a smile that melted my heart. It was a sweet innocent smile that meant more than words can say. I looked at her and smiled back. Sally then gave another kiss on my lips and this time, her lips parted to allow her tongue to lick my lips. I did not know what came over me then because I too opened my lips and the tip of my tongue met hers.

To be continued

[@h-BeN]

Nice.... Thumbs up !!

[friendlysgdave]

Your stories gave a different twist to the stories here. It is great to hear something from a woman's perspective.

[steamer]

sis,
refreshing and great writeups. :)

[ultra88man]

hi sis,

upped u, good story !!

[Connie]

Continued….

As we kissed, Sally began to hug me tighter and her tongue forced her way into my mouth. She was kissing me like John kisses me, sticking her tongue into my mouth, sucking my lips, sucking my tongue into her mouth. Her hands then started to move up and down my back, one hand moving to my waist and snaking into the area between my T-shirt and my skirt. That hand then went under my T-shirt and went upwards gently rubbing my bare back. Her hand then found my bra clasp and in one swift motion, my bra was unclasped. I tried to move away from Sally. I thought this had gone far enough and I did not think I wanted to make love to another woman. But, Sally held me tight and continued to kiss me. The more Sally kissed me the lesser my will to disentangle from her. The feeling, though different was not that unpleasant and it was not as if I was kissing another woman who was a complete stranger. Sally is a close friend.

Sally then managed to move one of her hand to my front to lift up my already unbuckled bra to stroke my breast. As she stroked, she also pinched my nipple. That brought another shudder through me. All this while, I did not know that I was getting aroused but as I shifted my position to allow Sally’s hand to feel my breast, I began to feel myself getting aroused and that familiar warmth in my lower region began to grow.

We must have kissing in this position for about 5 minutes or so before Sally gently pushed me onto the bed and came on top of me. She continued to kiss me and straddle me. She used one of her legs to part my legs and her thigh was nestled in-between my thighs and pressing against my vagina.

As we continued to kiss, Sally started to roam her hands all over my body, from my neck to my vagina. She paid particular attention to my inner thighs and pulled up my skirt to feel my vagina through my panties. Then in one swift motion, she sat up, pulled her nightie off and sat naked before me. She smiled and started to unbutton my blouse. After she had don that, she pulled me up and removed my blouse together with my bra. She then unzipped my skirt and pulled it off. I was wearing a pair of thongs and Sally squealed on seeing my thongs. She said my thongs made me very sexy. She then planted a kiss on my stomach and started to move her mouth to my inner thighs. I was past the point of resistance and resigned myself to the fact that for the first time in my life I would be making love to a woman that nite. The thought both scared me and thrilled me.

Sally then removed my thong and pressed her palm to my vagina, which by then was already wet with excitement. A very funny thing happened then. I had been working the whole day and the last time I took a shower was in the morning before I went for work. When my thong was removed, I smelt an odour coming from my vagina. I was embarrassed. I then told Sally I needed to wash myself. Sally nodded her agreement and offered to help me. The 2 of us then went to her bathroom. Sally ran the shower and I got under the running water. She then applied some bath foam and started to rub the foam all over my body. Her movements were gentle and I thought that she bathed me better than John did. I suppose being a woman, Sally knew how another woman likes to be bathed. She parted my legs and applied foam to my vagina, taking care to insert her fingers into the vagina lips.

Up until then, I had not really touched Sally sensually. I suppose that was because I had never made love to a woman before and did not really know how to do it. Being past the point of no return, I began to stroke Sally’s body as she applied bathing foam all over me. I felt her breasts and inserted my hand in-between her legs to feel her vagina. As we stood under the shower, our bodies meshed together in running water and bath foam. We kissed and hugged each other.

Back on the bed, Sally continued to play the role of dominatrix. She slid to the foot of the bed and placed her mouth on my opened legs. She started to kiss and lick my inner thighs before planting a kiss on my vagina. She used her hands to spread my vagina lips and gently licked in an up and down motion. I am not a stranger to another person licking my vagina, John had been doing so everytime we had sex, but this is the first time a woman had kissed my vagina. Although the feeling is not all that different, the thought of a person of the same sex giving me oral pleasure was thrilling.

I lifted up my knees and spread my legs even wider to allow Sally more access. She moved from licking my vagina to nibbling and sucking on my clitoris. She inserted her thumb into my vagina and began to finger me. Obviously I was wet and getting wetter by the minute. As she continued to lick and suck, I could feel knots in my stomach and that unmistakable feeling on an on-coming orgasm. I pushed my vagina against Sally’s mouth and began to grind my hips in a rhythm with her licking and fingering. In no time, I could not take it any further and exploded in orgasm. I clenched my thighs around Sally head and shuddered uncontrollably. Sally continued to lick, which brought me to an even greater high. As my orgasm dissipated, Sally moved up my body to hug me.

After a short rest, turn about is fair play and I decided to take the initiative to bring Sally to orgasm. I started kissing her passionately. I moved down to her breasts and began to lick and suck her small nips, alternating between left and right. That brought on moans from Sally who held my head to her breasts and encouraged me to suck hard on her nipples. With my free hand, I went down to her vagina and started to finger her clitoris. Sally was very wet and that made things easier. I continued to move down and began to kiss her chest and abdomen. She continued to hold my head and pushed me down even further until my mouth was in-front of her vagina. Being a woman, I knew that the vagina isn’t the best smelling part of a woman’s body, but I guess the earlier shower washed away all the smell and Sally’s vagina smelt of Fa’s bath foam.

Sally’s vagina was glistening with her love juice. I could see that her vagina folds were akin to the folds of an abalone and slightly brownish in colour, but when I parted the folds, I could also see that her vagina was pinkish inside. Not having licked another woman’s vagina before, I hesitatingly kiss Sally’s vagina. That brought a moan from Sally and she pushed my head closer to her vagina. I then stuck out my tongue and started to lick around the folds and at her inner area. That brought even louder moans. I then flicked my tongue at the upper part of her vagina where her clitoris is located. By then Sally was pushing me so hard into her vagina that I had trouble breathing. I had to open my mouth wide to take in short breaths of air in-between licking her. Honestly, I didn’t think it was comfortable.

My oral ministrations on Sally’s vagina were beginning to take effect and not long later, I felt Sally shudder all over as her orgasm overcame her. Her hips were rocking up and down violently but she pushed my head even harder into her vagina. There was nothing I could do but hold my breath and allow her to subside. As she subsided, I continue to kiss her vagina until she just laid there like a log. I knew Sally was satisfied and removed my head from in-between her thighs.

Sally and I cuddled and we just laid side by side on her bed for the next few minutes. Sally then said she was sorry. I asked why she should apologise. She said she knew I am not a lesbian and was sorry for making love to me. I smiled and told her that there was nothing to be sorry about, after all, she did not force me to make love to her. She asked if I enjoyed myself. I said yes, but it is not something I go out of my way to do, especially if the other party is a woman I am not familiar with. Sally again apologized and promised not to do it again. I jokingly told her that there was no need to make that kind of promise, who knows, the next time it may be me who wants it.

My first experience with lesbianism taught me one thing. If you really have affections for another person, then it does not matter that that other person is from the same sex for you to be sexually satisfied. To be sexually satisfied by a woman’s tongue is no less exhilarating than a man’s hardened penis. I guess the only difference is the feeling of being filled by a hardened penis and the warmth of a man’s hot semen when he ejaculates. Although they are two different things, at the end of the day, both left me sexually satisfied.

Good things are not meant to last and in my next post, I shall relate my break-up with John.

[badbadboy]

hi sis,

thanks for your solid and well written story.:D

[Connie]

In this next installment I shall tell you people my break-up with John.

My relationship with John had been going on for close to 6 months, during which time we satisfied each other sexually almost every week. Towards the end, besides getting kinky with sexy underwear and vibrators, we also began to talk dirty during our sessions. He would tell me that he wanted to fuck me, that he wanted to stick his cock into my mouth, into my cunt. I would beg for him to screw me and that I wanted to swallow his cum. Talking dirty brought about a new dimension to our sessions and brought about a change in the way I looked at and voiced my opinion about things. I started to be more out-spoken. In the office, I began to utter terms like “shit”, “balls”, “pussy”, etc. In the beginning it was awkward, but as time passed, I grew to not mince my words.

One evening, after a torrid session with John, during which we both screamed that we were cumming at different times, I asked him something that I perhaps should not have asked. I asked John whether he ever made love or talked dirty to his wife, just like he made loved to me or talked dirty to me. I did not mean to pry into his family life. It was more of a curiosity question.

The moment I asked the question, I knew that I made a terrible mistake. John turned to me and said he had something serious to talk to me about. At first, he said he was very happy with my company, in terms of not only sex, but also whenever we went out for dinner, etc. He said he was not happy with the amount of time or lack thereof he spent with his wife. In short, he said he wanted to separate from her and asked if I would be willing to accept him on a permanent basis. I was absolutely shocked. In my wildest dreams I never harboured any thought of snatching John away from his wife or his family.

I turned to John and told him, in the nicest way possible, that although I enjoyed myself in his company, I have no intention of being the third party that broke his marriage. I thanked him for all the time, effort and energy he devoted to me but I was not prepared to enter into any long term or permanent relationship. Moreover, I said that he is a Chinese while I am an Eurasian. Mix marriages, though common are not really popular. Lastly, I told him I am older than he is.

John took what I said quite badly. He said he had developed a strong love for me and he wants me to marry him. He did not know what he would do if he were to lose me. His voice began to crack. The last thing I wanted was for him to have a break-down. I would not have known what to do. To placate him, I told him to let me think about what he said. In the meantime, I also told him to seriously consider what he said. I said he should spend more time with his wife and family. As for me, I told him I still have a circle of friends that I could turn to if I am bored. He said he had thought long and hard about his intended separation and originally wanted to only tell me after he had done so, but since I brought up the subject, he brought forward what he put off. I explained that what I said was said in jest and he should not pay too much attention. Again, I said to let me think about what he said. He pleaded with me to let him know quickly. He said, regardless of my decision, he would still want to separate from his wife.

After that fateful evening, I decided to put an end to our relationship, but I could not do so immediately. I did not want to break up a family. I began to lessen my outings with John. From our usual twice a fortnight meetings, I lessened it to once a fortnight. Even then, I declined to have sex with him that often. I made excuses like I was not feeling well to I was meeting my other friends. John didn’t give up and continued to pester me for my decision. I pleaded with him to give me more time. I also began to go clubbing with my office colleagues and other girl-friends and I told John about it. He wanted to accompany me on such outings but I gave him one excuse or the other.

I could not shut John out completely and we did still continue to have sex, but those sessions were getting lesser and even then, I did not really feel satisfied. Psychologically, I was trying not to have sex with John.

I do not really know if what I did had any effect, but after about 3 months after that fateful evening, I began to see that John called me lesser and did not pester me again for a decision. I suppose he just needed time to see the foolishness of his intention.

John and I still keep in contact with each other, but we no longer have sex. Once a month or two, we would still have dinner but every time we did I made it a point to ask about his wife and his family. He did not bring up what was said that fateful evening and I never asked. I just pretended that that was something that never happened. I suppose he must have his ego.

That concludes my story about my short relationship with John. It had been wonderful and I do not know what would become of us had I not asked that idiotic question. I think it was a blessing in disguise because if I had continued my relationship with him, sooner or later, his wife or his family would have suspected or would have found out about it. That was the last thing I wanted to happen.

In my next post, I shall tell a story about another session I had with Sally, but this time it was a threesome.

P.S. Before I end this post, I wish to thank some of you who have sent me messages. Some of you have kind thoughts and I am grateful. I do not, however, think I would want to meet up with anyone from the net for the time being, whether it be as casual friends or for a romp. My writing my story is an avenue for me for to get some things off my chest, after all, what I have written so far is not something I would tell another person, even my close friends. The advantage of writing them here is that I can remain anonymous, unless of course John or Sally (not their real names anyway) are members of this forum. So far so good, cos I haven't received any message or call from either of them about my postings. Despite my experiences, I still consider myself a conservative person and I thank you in advance for allowing me to remain that way. Please accept my apologies if I do not reply to you.

Also, I have been given reputation points. I am starting to wonder what I can do with these points, but I am not complaining, neither am I asking for more. I suppose in time to come they may be useful.

[Ah Dac]

Nice writeup!!

Camping here with seniors for more!!

:D

[xman20]

Hey Connie ...

Great Posts and I'm eagerly waiting for some more.

As other bros have alluded, it is indeed refreshing to experience a woman's perspective of things. The descriptives that you use seem so feminine .. it colors sex with romanticsm ... it really takes the 'filth' out of it ... and makes it all seem so ... RIGHT!!!!

I've always wondered how women felt on the other side .. how they feel at the receiving end of men's antics, what really gets them aroused n what really arouses them.

It also is really exciting to experience how women feel when they receive the pleasures given by men ... I guess if I (we) follow your posts closely ... I will probably be privy to previously unlocked feminine secrets!!! Can't wait for that ....

So .... Sister Connie ... keep it up n I can't wait for more of your posts and .. an encouraging word to ALL SISTERS out there ... please post ... you have a great following and great audience ..

[yankim3]

nice experience there. thanks for sharing sis.:p

[BeatAeroplane]

Hi Connie,
Apart from the content, your command of the English language and writing skills are very, very good. Thanks for a very enjoyable read. Have fun.:D

[Connie]

Threesome lesbian experience.

In one of my previous posts I described my first lesbian experience. Well, that was not my last.

My relationship with John had already toned down considerably and it must have a month since I last had sex. I didn’t really miss sex because my philosophy has always been that I do not need to have sex just to get off and I am no nymphomaniac.

Anyway, Sally had been calling me for the past week or so and wanted to have dinner with me. I was busy with work and kept putting her off, until one Wednesday (I think), when she called and said she wanted to introduce a friend to me. I was intrigued and agreed to meet her at Paulaner next to Conrad Hotel that evening for dinner.

Sally and her friend were already there when I arrived. To my surprise (actually I should not have been surprised), Sally’s friend turned out to be a lady and a Caucasian lady at that. I later learnt she is from Germany and had been working for a German company in Singapore for sometime now. She came over to SE Asia about 5 years ago and started working in Malaysia before moving to Thailand, Singapore and Indonesia before coming back to Singapore. I shall call her Gisele (not her real name of course).

Gisele is in her late 30’s, divorced (back in Germany). She has a son that is starting university back home but her husband has custody. Gisele is about 178m (quite tall), about 65 kg. She is quite well built, probably has a C+ cup. But she carries herself very well and no one would have guessed that she is in her late 30’s. She is quite pretty.

Sally introduced Gisele as someone she knew from another friend. I sort of guessed that Gisele is also a lesbian but I didn’t probe further. Dinner was uneventful. We made small talk, mostly by me asking Gisele about life in Germany in general. We finished dinner at about 9 pm and Gisele and Sally shared a cab and went off. I had no idea and did not ask where they were headed. I walked over to Carrefour to get some groceries and went home.

The next day, Sally called me and asked if I would like to go to her house for dinner on Saturday. She said her mom had gone away for another holiday and she didn’t want to eat alone. She said she would prepare some home-cooked food. I agreed.

I went over to Sally’s place at about 5 pm on Saturday. Along the way, I bought some fruits for her, mostly apples and oranges. When I arrived at Sally’s place, I was surprised that Gisele was also there and that she was cooking. It turned out that Gisele had stayed over the night before and she was cooking some beef broth or something. I am hopeless when it comes to food.

Both Sally and Gisele were wearing shorts and T-shirts and I could see that both of them were braless. Sally’s chest is nothing to look at, but Gisele sported a healthy chest. Her breasts jiggled every time she moved. It was kind of comical and erotic at the same time. Sally was helping Gisele in the kitchen and from the tone of their conversation, I sensed that they were anything but lovers. As I was early, I turned on the television and watched for a while waiting for dinner.

Dinner was good. Gisele can cook and I had a good meal. During dinner, Gisele brought out a bottle of German dessert wine. The wine is sweet and very nice but can give you a good kick. We laughed and joked throughout dinner. After dinner, I asked to help with the dishes but Sally said I was the guest. She said she would do the washing and asked Gisele to accompany me. The wine must have gone to my head and I made myself a cup of coffee.

Gisele and I were seated in the couch on the living room. I guess Europeans are more open than us Asians because in the course of our conversation, Gisele said she and Sally were lovers and she knew I made love to Sally once before. Needless to say, I was embarrassed and laughed it off saying that it was only a one night stand. Not long later, Sally finished the dishes and joined us. We made some small talk for the next 45 minutes or so.

Gisele then said she needed a shower to get rid of the oil and stuff from cooking. I told Gisele perhaps she should wait for a while since it was rather warm and humid and she should allow some time for her perspiration to dry off. Sally then suggested we go into her bedroom where there is air-conditioning. On that note, the 3 of us went into Sally’s room and turned on the aircon. The cool air that luxuriated inside the bedroom was indeed a welcomed feeling. We continued to make small talk. After about 20 minutes, Gisele said she really needed a shower. She then stood up and took off her T-shirt and began to use her T-shirt to wipe her chest. She even handed her T-shirt to Sally and asked Sally to help her wipe her back. I was leaning against the bed’s headboard and the sight of Gisele topless wiping her front and Sally wiping her back was, well, kind of erotic. Gisele had a pair of full C cup breast that unfortunately sagged a bit. I could also see that there were some stretch marks on her tummy.

After a while, Gisele removed her shorts and panties. That was when I saw that she had gotten a Brazilian wax, she was hairless down there. Gisele smiled at me and then walked into the bathroom. As she did, she gave a wicked smile to Sally that meant volumes. I suppose if I had not been present Sally would have joined her in the shower, but as it turned out, Sally just sat still.

While Gisele was in the shower, Sally turned to me and asked what I thought of Gisele. I said I had only met her once briefly and I had no comment. I then asked her how long she had known Gisele. Sally said they knew each other about a month ago and started to have sex about 2 weeks ago. Sally said Gisele is actually a “bi”, ie, a woman who swings both ways and is a very good lover. She especially likes Gisele’s hairless pussy. I told Sally that I thought Gisele’s hairless pussy was quite unique. We both laughed at my remark. All of a sudden, Sally leaned over and kissed me on my lips, sticking the tip of her tongue into my mouth. I was a bit embarrassed and pulled away. Sally gave me a puzzled look and asked if I did not want to kiss her. I laughed and said it is not that I did not want to kiss her but Gisele was in the bathroom. Sally laughed and said it was alright. She then leaned over and kissed me again. This time, I reciprocated and kissed her back. Then, even though we could hear that the shower was still running, Gisele came out and stood naked before the 2 of us.

To be continued

[hotdick69]

I very well written post..... looking forward to seeing more of ur post....:D

[humpcheepang]

Solid AngMo with Solid Story! Will Up You.....r points once I retain my power.....Good one sis connie! Cheers

[BigGuy]

I very well written post..... looking forward to seeing more of ur post....:D

Ya ya like real waiting fo rmore or in hunting mode:)

[no_faith]

cant wait on the next episode....
awesome.....sis connie....sumtimes interested to read more on tis story rather den always common dicky and pussy stories

[hotdick69]

Ya ya like real waiting fo rmore or in hunting mode:)


hahahaha ur the hunter not me...... rem ur the one with all the LOBANGS :D

[Shuang_Jie_Gun]

Glad u choose to write out all the unhappiness & joy and share with all of us here.I hereby sincerely wish u well here.:)

[Connie]

Gisele said something like “what do we have here?” and started to laugh. I was caught unawares and broke off the kiss with Sally. Although we parted lips, Sally was still holding me. Gisele then sat on the bed and enveloped the both of us in her arms. I was apprehensive and tried to shy away but Gisele turned towards me and kissed me instead. Built-wise, Gisele is bigger than me and she wasn’t gentle. She parted her lips and stuck her tongue into my mouth before I could turn away. Usually when I kiss someone, I would close my eyes or at least partially close my eyes, but when Gisele kissed me, my eyes were wide opened. I wanted to push her off but I did not know whether I would be offending her. Also, I knew Sally was in the mood and I didn’t really want to spoil her mood if Gisele took offense. So, I just sat there and passively allowed Gisele to violate my mouth. I didn’t really respond to her kissing and just open my mouth slightly.

I must admit that Gisele is a very better kisser than Sally, as good as John. She knows how to twirl her tongue inside my mouth and lick the inner recesses. I felt that I was getting both a brushing of my teeth and a mouth rinse. She also knows how to alternate between sucking on my tongue and my upper and lower lips. Lastly, she knows how to generate sufficient saliva so that her kiss was a genuine wet kiss. Gisele is a forceful kisser and the more she kissed me the more I liked it, so much so that towards the end I began to kiss her back. That brought on some other actions. While we were kissing, she brought one of my hands to her breast and encouraged me to squeeze her breasts. Gisele’s breasts were slightly wet from her shower but they felt good, at least much better than Sally’s or mine. They sagged but they were nevertheless full and firm. She has elongated nipples that are good for pulling and pinching.

After a couple of minutes, Gisele broke her kiss and smiled at me. She asked if I enjoyed her kiss. I was at a loss for words. I didn’t want to offend her but I also didn’t want another long kissing session. I just smiled and said it was alright. All this while, Sally was seated next to us. Sally then said that Gisele is the best kisser she ever had and on that note gave Gisele a quick peck on her cheek. We then all laughed.

Sally then took off her T-shirt and said she needed a shower too. She pulled me by the hand and told me to join her. I looked at Gisele who nodded her agreement. Sally continued to pull at me and so I agreed. Sally began to take off her shorts and I could see that since the last time, she had trimmed her pussy hair. I looked quizzically and Sally said it was Gisele’s handiwork. Gisele’s arms then went to my waist and started to lift up my T-shirt. I straightened my arms and in no time my T-shirt came off. She wanted to help me take off my bra, but I said I would do it myself. I then stood up and removed my jeans. Dressed in bra and panties, I went into the bathroom with Sally.

As we showered, my inhibitions were lowered. I helped Sally wash her back and her ass crack. I lathered her front and played with her small breasts. I applied some foam on my palm and my hand snaked in-between her legs to wash her pussy. We were giggling like little school-girls. I felt her pussy hair and asked her how it felt to have a trimmed pussy. She said it felt good and her intention was to get a wax job just like Gisele in a couple of days. She said I should try it as well. I laughed and said I did not think I would have the courage to do it.

As we were washing each other, we also kissed and that brought back some fond memories. I was getting excited as well, probably because I hadn’t had sex for about a month. As we kissed and hugged, Sally’s hands went in-between my legs and began to stroke my pussy. I opened my legs slightly. She inserted a finger into my pussy and began to finger me. That brought on a small orgasm that caused my knees to buckle slightly. Sally chided me for reaching orgasm so quickly. I said I hadn’t had sex for a month. Her hand then went further south and started to rim my anus. I pushed her hand away and in a joking manner asked what she was doing. She said she learnt it from Gisele and she enjoyed it very much when Gisele was doing it to her. I said I didn’t really enjoy it.

After we finished, we dried ourselves. I put my bra and panties back on and went into the bedroom. Sally just wrapped herself in a towel. I was about to put my T-shirt back on when Gisele took my hand and pulled me towards her. I fell on the bed and Gisele straddled me. She held my head in her hands and kissed me. This time her kisses were more gentle. She kissed me on my lips, my forehead and my neck. I felt good. For a moment I could imagine that it was John who was taking me in his forceful arms and kissing me. I began to kiss Gisele back and my arms went around her back. As we kissed, I could see from the corner of my eye that Sally had taken off her towel and sat next to us. She began to stroke Gisele’s back and buttocks. She then laid beside us and began kissing Gisele’s shoulder. Even though Sally has a queen size bed, the 3 of us laying on the bed didn’t leave much spare space. I could hear some creaking coming from underneath the bed.

Gisele alternated between kissing me and kissing Sally. Gisele was lying on top of me while Sally was lying very close next to me. I felt crushed and sandwiched. By then, my bra had come off leavng me with only panties on. Honestly, up until now, I do not know how that happened but I guess it must have either unbuckled itself or someone must have unbuckled my bra and took it off.

Gisele stopped kissing me and moved south to suck my breasts. The way she lavished care on my breasts left no doubt in my mind what Sally said about her being an excellent lover is anything but true. Gisele would gently nibble on my nipples before taking them into her mouth to suck at them. She would lick (or flick) her tongue over my nipples sending shudders throughout my body. She would also kiss, lick and suck on the top and underside of my breasts. In case you guys don’t know, some women like the undersides of their breasts to be given equal attention. While she was sucking one breasts, her hand would be gently kneading my other breast. Gisele’s attention to my breasts brought on another wave of warmth radiating from my lower region and I was crossing and uncrossing my legs to get some friction on my pussy.

It was then Sally’s turn. While Gisele was attending to my breasts, Sally began to kiss me. I eagerly opened my mouth and, for the first time, stuck my tongue forcefully into Sally mouth, sucking and biting on her tongue. Sally reciprocated by holding my head in her hands and biting on my lips. She then offered me her nipples of her A cup breasts, which I gladly took into my mouth as well. If anyone else had been there and took pictures, I suspect the sight of the 3 of us lying on the bed naked engaged in kissing, licking, sucking and biting must have been a sight to behold.

To be continued….

[wildbeast]

Sister Connie, Thank you for ur interesting instalments so far. I juz couldn't stop feeling amazed with your :-

Flawless English esp writing so much for each instalment. I CAN'T detect
any single mistake. My utmost admirations!!! :eek:

Courage and non wishy-washy style to pen ur sexperience, esp when you P.S. to state ur non-wish to meetup and ur conservative self!

Very unique truthful woman's pt of view on "special" relationship. Cool!


Please take care and God bless you!!!! Cheers. :)

[wildbeast]

Sister Connie, Thank you for ur interesting instalments so far. I juz couldn't stop feeling amazed with your :-

Flawless English esp writing so much for each instalment. I CAN'T detect
any single mistake. My utmost admirations!!! :eek:

Courage and non wishy-washy style to pen ur sexperience, esp when you P.S. to state ur non-wish to meetup and ur conservative self!

Very unique truthful woman's pt of view on "special" relationship. Cool!


Please take care and God bless you!!!! Cheers. :)

[Xgenre]

Nice style of writing. By the way, were the first few chapters written while you are considering if you should post this story on to this forum?

Welcome to Sammyboy. I look forward to reading more of your wonderful life experiences. :p

[Connie]

Gisele continued to move down my body while Sally and I were locking lips. She kissed my abdomen and waist that caused me to break lips with Sally and giggled. She then hooked her fingers into my panties and started to take them off. Once they were off, she started to lick my inner thighs before flicking her tongue over my clitoris. I was wet and there was no denying that I was aching for something hard in my pussy. I arched my lower back towards Gisele’s mouth as she continued to lick at my clitoris. I was rewarded by one of Gisele’s fingers gently probing my pussy. Her finger continued to rim the outside of my pussy before she inserted it fully. That brought on a loud moan from me, albeit somewhat muffled since Sally’s mouth was covering my mouth. After tantalizing my pussy that was aching for relief, Gisele stopped her oral and finger ministrations on my pussy. She came up to me and asked if I enjoyed what she did. I broke the kiss with Sally and smiled at her. My smile meant no words were necessary. Gisele then forced her tongue into my mouth. After that kiss, she said she would bring me to an even greater high. Sally giggled at her remark and told me I was in for a treat. Gisele got off the bed, went to her handbag and after rummaging through it brought out a translucent pink dildo. She asked if I had seen or experienced a dildo in my pussy before to which I said I had of course seen a dildo before but I had never had one in my pussy. She then put the dildo into her mouth and suck at it. The sight of Gisele sucking on the dildo brought back memories of how I sucked at John’s penis. She then went in between my legs and rubbed the tip of the dildo at my pussy. For some reason, the feeling of a dildo on my pussy was different from that of a hardened penis. The dildo felt cold and plastic unlike a penis that felt warm and nice. The dildo isn’t very big, probably about 6 inches in length with a girth slightly bigger than John’s penis. Sally and I had disengaged from kissing ever since Gisele went to get the dildo and she was now sitting next to Gisele watching Gisele use the dildo play with my pussy.

Gisele then began to push the dildo into my vagina. My pussy felt stretched and I then realized that my initial estimation of the girth of the dildo was wrong. It certainly felt much bigger than John’s penis. Honestly, I wasn’t comfortable and my face showed it. Sally was looking at me and gave me an anxious look. The dildo’s head was already inside my pussy when I told Gisele that I didn’t feel good. Gisele then stopped pushing and withdrew the dildo. Sally then said she too didn’t like the dildo when Gisele tried to fuck her with it but that Gisele was more than happy for Sally to use it on her. I guess being a lesbian, Sally would not like something hard in her pussy, but since Gisele was a “bi”, she would be able to take it better.

Sensing my discomfort, Sally came up to me and kissed me again. She said she was sorry for not having told me in advance that Gisele would be using a dildo on me. I smiled and said it was OK and kissed her back. She then offered her breasts to me again, which I gladly sucked. She came up further and offered me her abdomen. In a flash, Sally’s pussy was positioned in-front of my face. I used my hands to pulled her hips towards my face and buried my mouth on her pussy. As I continued to lick, Sally began to rock her hips and in no time, her whole body shuddered in orgasm. As Sally and I disentangled, I saw that Gisele was lying next to me and she had inserted the dildo into her pussy. Both her hands were holding the dildo and she was using the dildo to fuck herself. Sally and I just sat there and watched. Gisele’s face was contorting and she was writhing as if in pain. After a few minutes, Gisele’s hips arched upwards as she inserted the dildo into her pussy further. I knew she had achieved her orgasm.

On hindsight, both Sally and Gisele had reached their respective highs, but apart from that small orgasm I reached in the shower when Sally was fingering me, I was the only one to have not fully relieved myself. I am not complaining since this was my first ever lesbian threesome experience with a dildo being applied on me. I wondered how it would have felt if I had not stopped Gisele. That is something I will never know.

After Gisele achieved her orgasm, the 3 of us took a short rest. Sally was sandwiched in-between Gisele and me. Nothing was said in the next 15 minutes or so as we took in the cool air and rested. It was about 10.30 pm when I got up and went to the toilet to pee. My pussy felt a bit sore and on closer examination I saw that the outer walls were red. I guessed Gisele had used more force than I thought when she inserted the dildo into me. I also saw red welts on my breast and abdomen. That should have come when Gisele was biting me. I then took a shower after which I put on my clothes. Sally and Gisele were still resting. Gisele then asked if I would be spending the night with them. I declined and said I have had enough for one night and would leave it to he two o them to continue their love-making. Sally pleaded with me to stay but I said I couldn’t. I said I wanted to leave. Sally took a towel to wrap herself up and showed me to the door.

Looking back, I wondered whether I could consider myself a “bi”. After all, I had made love to both sexes before. My lesbian sessions with Sally did not stop (but it was not that frequent and never on my initiative) and on comparison, I still prefer to make love to a man. Nothing compares to a hard warm cock that can spurt hot semen into my pussy.

This ends another chapter in my after divorce life, one that brings back fond memories.

This far, I have been able to post continuously because I had prepared my story about 2 weeks in advance. I may not be able to post as frequently from now on, partly because of work and partly because I need to recollect my thoughts. So, be patient for the next installment.

Tentatively, in my next installment I am thinking of writing something less erotic. It relates to outings with some other friends to Geylang and Changi Village. That was comical. Until then, ciao.

[techienator]

sis, thanks for sharing your life from a woman's perspectives.. it is definitely a refreshing feel in this forum.. feel free to share with us more if you don't mind about it.. :)

[Getz]

Hi Dear,

how about we meet up for drinks ?


This is my story.

Let me introduce myself. I am what you people call a MILF, late 30’s, local Eurasian, divorced with no kids. My ex-husband is an Australian who took a fancy for what you people also call a SYT, a Vietnamese. We divorced about 6 years ago and he is now back down under with his new wife. I hold a day job, not really high paying but sufficient for my own needs. I live alone in a small condo in the East that I got as part of my divorce settlement.

I have been reading the posts in my spare time anonymously. Some of the stuff you people post are quite interesting and fun. I do not consider myself a person of the world but I think I have been around the block a couple of times to know what is fact and what is fiction.

I have been thinking long and hard whether I should share some of my more intimate experiences with you people since my divorce. I was hesitant at first since I do not spend much time on the computer, but after some serious thought, I think it best to share some joy and frustrations off my chest.

Before I start, let me describe myself a bit. I am about 1.68m tall, weigh about 48kg. I do not really have an ample chest, probably about a 33B+. Some people consider me attractive in my own way, but I think I am only passable. I definitely will not win any beauty contest.

Since my divorce, I have has a few flings. Most are short term and some are one-night stands, although there is someone I am seeing now that I hope can develop into something more lasting.

My very first fling occurred about 3 months after my divorce. He is a local Chinese who was my ex-colleague. The story actually begins about the time I got my final divorce papers. John (a fictional name of my ex-colleague) is a good friend of my ex and me. He is married in his mid-30’s and lives quite close to us. John is a sales manager with a local engineering company and his wife is as an airline stewardess with SIA. Our families were quite close and we used to go for dinner and outings together. Just like me, John was surprised and upset with my divorce. He spent most of his free time consoling me and telling me it is better for me in the long run. We used to spend countless hours in the evenings at MacDonalds East Coast Parkway talking. I really appreciated his friendship. We would talk about a lot of things but nothing related to my divorce. I suppose he was trying his best to get my mind away from that sad episode. Our relationship was platonic but as time went on, I eagerly looked forward to spending time with him. In the beginning I didn’t really ask whether his wife objected to his spending most of his free time with me, but on one occasion, I did ask him. He shrugged it off saying that his wife understands my situation and she was away most of the time anyway.

As I said, up until that fateful evening, my friendship with John was platonic, but one evening, when we were in one of alfresco type coffee joints in Siglap, John asked me whether I thought of seeing someone new. At first I thought he was trying to introduce a friend to me. All along, we never minced words and I jokingly asked John if he had a good looking man who is available and who could satisfy me in bed that he could introduce to me. John laughed at my remark and said that I am a woman and a woman has her needs, just like a man has his needs. Moreover, it must have been quite lonely for me. On hearing what John said, all of a sudden knots began to form in my stomach and there was an umistakeable warmth emanating from my lower region. I looked John in the eye and did something I had never done before. I took John’s right hand and gently squeezed it. I thanked him for all his help during the past months but I told him I did not think it was time for me to find another man. John then took both my hands and caressed them. He said nevermind and added that if I needed any help, he would help me.

After our coffee, it was getting late, I think it was around 9.30 pm. I wanted to go home. John suggested that since it was a nice evening, why not we go for a walk a Bedok Jetty. I agreed and we went in John’s car. After parking the car, we started the short trek from the car-park to the jetty. Those of you who are familiar with the place would know that the path to the jetty, though lit, is not very brightly lit. As we were walking, I could not get rid of that feeling I had at the coffee joint. My mind began to wonder so much so that my legs were a bit wobbly. I then did something that would forever change my relationship with John. I held his hand as we were walking. As I held his hand, I was embarrassed and dared not look at John. I did not know how he would react. Much to my surprise, he took my hand and put it around his waist. With his other hand he put it across my shoulder and pulled me closed. At that time, the feeling inside me is impossible to describe. It felt like we were courting each other like teenagers. The warmth I felt in my lower region began to grow and my legs became even more wobbly. As we walked, I put my head onto his shoulder.

The walk to the jetty is not very long. I wished it would not end. The jetty was more brightly lit than the path and as we reached the jetty, I disentangled myself from John. We walked to the end of the jetty where there were some people fishing. One of them was fishing for cuttlefish. I leaned over the railing to for a closer look. Both my hands were on the railing supporting myself. John was beside me. He than wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. With the wind blowing and John’s body next to mine, I pushed my body even closer to John’s. There were not many people at the jetty that evening. We stood there body to body for about 5 mins. Just then, the person manning the pole and net plunged his net into the sea and pulled it up. We could see that there was a cuttlefish inside the net. I turned to John and said something like this is a lot of work just to catch a cuttlefish. John looked at me and smiled. Our faces were only centimeters apart and as continued to look into his face, he planted a quick kiss on my lips. I guessed he was as nervous as I was. He smiled. I smiled back and kissed him back. This time, the kiss was longer and the tips of our tongues touched. The feeling was immense. We broke off the kiss and I snuggled even closer to John.

After about 10 mins, John suggested we go for a drive. We then walked back to his car. This time, I cast off my inhibitions and held his hand tightly as we took the walk back down the path. Back in his car, John asked where I would like to go. I said I left it to him. He smiled and said he knew a quiet place. He then got back onto the ECP in the direction of the airport. He took an exit that leads to Changi Coast Road. This road is a long road leading to the cargo complex. About half way, he turned into a side road on the right that had no markings. It was not lit and the road is not really a road. He drove for a short while and parked his car under a tree.

To be continued….

[filaboy77]

nice stories.
glad to see a fellow SBF female contributing her stories in here.

indeed refreshing.

i be pitching tent here.

pm me if anything.

[jason28]

me too ..:D tat a gd one ..
more more ....
waiting ...

[aces68]

Hi Sis Connie, I must congratulate you on your courage and honesty to share your experiences in this forum. It's very refreshing to read such well written posts; and the details are very descriptive. Keep it up.

Looking forward to read the next installment of your experiences.;)

[Offspring]

Ya ya like real waiting fo rmore or in hunting mode:)


There he is again... :eek:

[baimi]

Dear,
When i first read your post, you used MILF and SYT and i thought you would use more of the acronym asscoiated with SB, but none came. Your English is far too perfect. For you, as an 'ang mo' if you use singlish and add a little humour to your story, it will be much more interersting.
Having said that, i can't fault your writing skill, one of the best i have read.
Thanks for your education in whatever way.......

[svs_hire]

bro svs

are you the lead john in the story?:D


bro...how i wish i am the lead male actor ... me no such golden luck:D

[Alami]

It has been quite sometime since OES that another samster's writing is so composed and well written. Keep it coming, Connie!:cool:

[dalps]

connie, been reading all yr stories...excellent n well written...tks for sharing...well it jus tells u dat even cha bos hv their own GOOD TIMES!!!

[et911]

solid story u got there....it me me feel hot....:D

U lidat already hot??? Cannot be lah... :D

[seowqj]

real story, if it is, then thanks for sharing it :D. Is is different from other story that i have read....

[voodoodick73]

For quoting the whole passage in his post and for soliciting publicly, this guy really deserves to farked! All the Brudders flame him, i say... *ZAP* :mad:

Hi Dear,

how about we meet up for drinks ?

[curiosityz]

thank bro
i had a good time reading it.

[waahaa]

Also, I have been given reputation points. I am starting to wonder what I can do with these points, but I am not complaining, neither am I asking for more. I suppose in time to come they may be useful.


if you accumulate enough, you get to trade them for a microwave oven :D

[spinelli10]

U lidat already hot??? Cannot be lah... :D


its the haze lah :p

[Shuang_Jie_Gun]

if you accumulate enough, you get to trade them for a microwave oven :D

not smth more useful like dildo meh bro?:o

[waahaa]

not smth more useful like dildo meh bro?:o

good point. but well, both of them get things cooking anyway

[Connie]

In my last post, I said I would post am un-erotic encounter when I was brought to Geylang and Changi Village. I thought about it and decided against that idea. There is absolutely nothing sexual about that encounter and since this is supposed to be a sex forum, it wouldn’t be proper. So, I decided to post something raunchy instead.

So far, I have not revealed a certain fetish of mine. I sort-of developed this fetish after watching a pornographic DVD with my ex-husband after we were just married. The movie was about female domination (over men). For some unknown reason, the sight of a woman tying up a man, whipping him, pouring hot candle wax on him excited me. The movie excited me so much that that night when making love to my ex, I achieved no less than 5 orgasms.

I never thought I could fulfill my fantasy until about a year after I was divorced. One night, I was at a club somewhere in Orchard Road together with some of my friends. To cut the story short, I met a guy whom I found quite cute. I am not into one-night stands and did not go to bed with him immediately. But he asked and I gave my telephone number and we kept in contact after that. At first we just met for drinks and a meal or two. It was only about a month later that we ended up in the sack.

I shall call this gentleman Richard (not his real name). Richard is in his mid 30’s and single. He is a senior bank officer with one of our local big 4 banks. He was educated in the UK and comes from a rather well to do family. He lives in a condo by himself somewhere in central Singapore.

One night after drinks at a pub in Mohd Sultan, we both got a bit tipsy and we started touching each other and kissing. Well, one thing led to another and soon, we were in his car to his flat, which was very close by. Though I had a couple of cocktails, I was sober enough to know that I was going to get fucked that night, but as it turned out, it was a different kind of fuck.

Richard has a 3 room flat (ie, 3 bedrooms), one was his bedroom, one was his study and the last was his exercise room. His exercise room had a scaled down version of a Nautilus and a press-bench. There was also a small cupboard at one side. I was looking around the exercise room when Richard came up from behind me and folded his arms around me. He started kissing my neck. I turned round and kissed him back. His hands went to the back of my jeans and started to knead my ass. I slipped one hand down the front of his pants and gripped his already hardening cock. Richard broke the kiss and asked me something that surprised me. He asked if I could spank him on his buttocks. I asked why he would want me to do that and he said he enjoys a bit of pain when making love. He then moved to the small cupboard and brought out a plastic ruler that was thicker than normal. He then took off his jeans and turned his back towards me. He asked me to whack him on his ass with the plastic ruler. I was taken aback by his request but I still whack him on his ass. I did not dare to use strength and the whack I gave was somewhat tame. He said to whack him harder and pulled down his underwear. So, there he was, dressed only in his T-shirt standing with his back towards me and asking me to whack his ass. The second whack I gave was more forceful and caused him to twinge but he did not retreat, neither did he complain. He said to do it again, which I did. I cannot remember exactly how many times I hit him but when I stopped I could see that his ass cheeks were both red and there was an unmistakeable ruler mark across his ass. As I was hitting him, I was also thinking about the blue film that I had watched before and the more I hit him, the more I wanted to do other things to him. But I didn’t dare to ask because I didn’t know how far he went. Strangely, I wasn’t worked up sexually when I was hitting him. I felt good but not sexually aroused.

When Richard finally turned around I saw that his cock was fully erect and he was masturbating. He then pulled me towards him and kissed me. I put my hands around his waist but didn’t dare to go south for fear that I would hurt him. As we kissed, he began to undress me and soon we were both naked. I then suggested we take a shower.

Richard’s toilet has an over-size bah-tub with a built in Jacuzzi. He filled the tub with water and we both went in. The Jacuzzi was good. I asked Richard if the water jets caused him any discomfort on his ass. He said there is a little pain but he felt good. We bathed each other thoroughly though I didn’t dare to wash his ass. After we got out of the tub, we went to his bedroom. Richard then took out a plastic bottle and asked me to help him apply the cream to his buttocks. It was an aloe vera cream.

He laid down on his stomach and I applied the cream. As I did so, I began to have cheeky thoughts. After applying the cream thoroughly on his buttocks, I applied some cream on my hand and slipped my hand in-between his ass cheeks. My hands reached his testicles and I began to gently squeeze. Richard moaned in pleasure and lifted his buttocks so that I could move my hand further down. As I squeezed his testicles, I also ran a finger up and down his anus. It seemed that the more I squeezed the more Richard moaned. I then used my index finger to rim his anus and began to gently probe. When I started to finer poke his anus he turned around and hugged me tightly. We kissed and he began to suck my breasts. For some reason, Richard is not a very good lover. He doesn’t really know how to suck my breasts or lick my nipples. He was more like munching on my breasts rather than sucking and licking. As he was munching on my breasts, one of his hands went to my cunt and began to finger me. Again, Richard wasn’t doing a good job and I began to suspect if he knew how to pleasure a woman. Although our kissing caused me to be a little wet down below, it wasn’t really that lubricated and his fingering was not gentle. When I make love, I like my lover to lick me all over, including my cunt and if sufficiently aroused, I love to suck on his cock. But, that was not the case with Richard. After a minute or so fingering me, he climbed on top of me, spread my legs and inserted his cock into my cunt. He then began to pump down like a commando doing push-ups. He was like maintaining some kind of rhythm fucking me and I was trying desperately to match his rhythm. I didn’t like it at all. I prefer my lover to vary his rhythm so that both us of were comfortable. I suppose Richard was some kind of exercise freak (though he didn’t sport that look). His pumping lasted quite long but I wasn’t really aroused. I tried to put my arms around him to pull him to me but he resisted. I tried to wrap my legs around his legs but his fast pumping action prevented me from getting a good hold. Towards the end, I just gave up and laid there hoping that he would ejaculate. Richard did ejaculate and when he did, there was at least the consolation of his huge load of hot sperm flooding my cunt. Unfortunately, I was left unsatisfied.

That was the first and only time I had sex with Richard. He is a nice person but I seriously doubt if he would make a good lover. The only other consolation I got out of the evening was being able to fulfill part of my fantasy of dominating a man.

In my next post, I shall tell you about another threesome I had, this time a 2 on 1 situation.

[Connie]

To all those who have sent me private messages, I thank you for your kind words and advice.

As I said in one of my earlier posts, I do not think I am ready to meet any of you as yet. But, keep the thought fresh and perhaps in the new year (which is less than 3 months away) things may change.

Someone advised me to ensure that my partners wear condoms. Well, despite what I have posted, I do not sleep around with any Tom, Dick or Harry. The men I have sex with are mostly people I know and believe you me when I say that they have a lot more to lose than I do. As for me, during the time when I was having sex with John I was on contraceptives. On other ocassions, I was not fertile. There was one close call but that is the subject of another story.

Anyway, thanks again for all your well wishes.