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After my shower, I returned to my bunk to see Alex fiddling with the
television. He had gotten a set of rabbit-ears antenna and was trying to tune the set. Me: Hey. Where did you get that? A: My store lor. Me: You had extra and you didn't share? A: You never asked. Me: Ok. Leave it here then. A: No prob. Me: Eh. The place we going must wear jeans ah? A: No need la. Fat wallet can liao. Me: Sure or not? A: Sure la. Me: Ok. I rifled through my bag to find a presentable pair of jeans, having been wearing berms or PT kit to book into camp all this while. I guess it helped that I had no permanent home now and most of my stuff was in camp. I put on a pair of faded jeans and a polo tee and signalled to Alex. Me: Let's go. A: You driving? Me: I guess. Why not? A: Not going to drink? Me: Not much. A: Drink la. My treat. You helped me so much this week, especially with controlling my lazy storemen. Me: Huh. It's ok la. You were to nice to them. A: Have to be la. They serve 2 years only, if I'm nasty they won't work for me. Me: But you are nice and they are still lazy. Sometimes you need to fuck them a bit la. A: Yes Platoon Sergeant! Me: Nabei. I'm not a Platoon Sergeant. A: But you clear PS course liao right? Me: Ya. But no PS appointment for me yet. A: Then you stand-in PS leh? Me: Stand-in only la. There's someone else next in line. A: Oh. Then now how? Your injury? Me: LLST lor. What to do? If I can't recover then I don't upgrade lor. A: Seriously la. Come to supply side. We need people. Me: Don't want la. I can't do such jobs. That time they put me in S1 branch I almost punched the CPL. A: Think of your health, you can't be a combatant forever. Especially with an injury. Me: Look at our RSM and CSMs. They were injured before. Yet they still can achieve. A: Our generation is different la. They only know how to do this job, that's why they do it well. Me: So? A: We are educated. We are adaptable. Me: Why are we talking about this? A: Dunno. You seem like you need counselling. Me: I'm fine la. Anyway I thought we were going to have some fun? A: I thought you don't like to pay for your fun? Me: Well, I suppose there's a first-time for everything. A: Please don't tell me you are a KTV virgin. Me: Ya la. I never gone to such places before. A: Haha. Tonight, I'll make sure you have fun. Me: Let's get going then. A: Go eat dinner first la. We go Beach Road there and eat la. Then maybe can check out the Thai Disco. I locked up my bunk and we headed out of camp to catch a cab to beach road. |
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Welcome back TS.. Pardon me for saying this but.. I think you should have a chat with Shirley and talk things over.. She's alone and she can't turn on to her family for emotional support and all she have is you and you alone.. Do try to sort things out okay? Btw, nice story (: I definitely enjoyed reading it.
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We arrived at Beach Road slightly around 830 and headed for the food centre
more commonly known as Army Market. I headed to my favourite stall on the 2nd floor and ordered my usual dish. I went back to the table to see that Alex had already ordered beer. Me: So fast start drinking? A: Why not? Me: I didn't know you could drink beer in a hawker centre. A: Eh, don't act like some guai kia can or not? Me: Really la. A: Got go Geylang before or not? Me: Nope. A: Sure or not? Me: Ya la. A: Later if got no good chicks I bring you go Geylang la. Me: For what? A: To fuck la! If not what? Eat beef hor fun and frog porridge ah? Me: Basket. Stop suanning me la. A: You don't act innocent la. Haha. Me: I'm not! This is different. A: Ok la. So Thai disco? Or you want to Viet girls? Me: Anything la. You said you got open bottles where? A: Alot la. Me: Which one more fun? A: Go Armani lor. Me: Viet girls can speak English? A: Some can. See your luck la. You can sing? Me: Sing? A: Karaoke la. Like that we go Armani la. You drink Martell right? Me: I drink anything la. A: Ok. I call my friend to book a room. Me: Eh. Only 2 of us ah? Damn gay. A: What gay sial? So many girls. Me: Who else coming? A: You know the other CQ? Me: Which one? Keng or Yazid? A: Keng. He's meeting us there. You think Yaz will come ah? He's married with 3 kids la. Me: He is? Isn't he around our age? A: Younger. Me: 3 kids?? A: You know la. Shotgun. Twins. Me: Chey. Anyone else? A: Don't know la. Go there then see la. I already booked a medium room. Me: What time you wanna go? A: Wah still early la. Why so anxious? Me: Getting tired already la. A: Wah lau. I only bought 2 bottles of beer and you are tired. Me: It's been a long day la. Long week in fact. And I want to go there and relax. A: Ok ok. We finish up then go. We finished our beer and left the hawker centre. Me: Where is this Armani? A: Just follow me la. Me: Can walk there ah? A: Ya. Remember to draw money ah. Me: How much? A: Up to you la. For tips. Me: How much you normally give? A: Again, up to you la. You like the girl, give more lor. Draw tens, not fifties. Me: Ok. We ended up at the ATMs along Key Point and I drew the cash. Alex led me through the side road and into a side entrance. We took the lift up to the fifth floor and headed up an escalator. The bouncer greeted him at the door and he went to the counter to register. I overheard him ordering another 3 bottles of Martell. Me: Bro, so few of us, why order so much? A: Cannot finish can keep la. Me: Ok. A waiter led us to a room somewhere along the first corridor. I glanced over at the stage where a singer was singing a mandarin song. We entered the room and I gladly plonked myself down onto the sofa. A: Coke or green tea? Me: Er, both la. A: 2 jugs each enough for now right? Me: I guess so... Alex ordered and we settled down. He grabbed the remote for the karaoke system. A: Do you sing? Me: Not really? A: Can sing chinese song or not? Me: I'd rather sing English. A: Ok. He tossed me the remote. A: You choose la. I browsed through the selection and realised that it was not very good. Eventually I settled on Bryan Adams Please Forgive Me. A: Eh bro, don't emo leh. Me: No la. I like the song. A: You still thinking about that girl ah? Truthfully I was. I still wanted Shirley, having had the most feelings for her. A: Don't depress la bro. Forget everything. There are so many girls here. I ignored him and started singing. The waiter reappeared with the mixers and a bucket of ice. Another waiter entered as well, carrying 5 bottles. He took some glasses and coasters from the cabinet below the karaoke set. Alex thanked them, poured me a drink and handed it over to me. A: Cheers. I took a gulp and nearly choked. Me: Wah lau. How strong is this? A: First glass strong la. Come, we tah. I finished the rest in a few gulps and set the glass down. I felt the cognac rushing to my head. Alex was at the door signalling to a few hostesses who were outside. A: How bro? One or two? Me: Er. One? It did not matter. He invited four girls in. Two of them immediately sat next to me. I could not understand what they were saying. Me: Bro. I thought you said they can speak mandarin? A: Not all la. I turned to my left and right to check out the girls next to me. One was relatively voluptuous, wearing a low-cut kind of dress, showing off her generous cleavage. The other was more demure, and wore a spaghetti tank top with a denim skirt. Both ran their hands on my thighs. I felt strangely aroused. I turned to Alex. Me: Bro, what do I do? He did not reply. I looked over and saw that he was clearly enjoying himself, one hand on the inner thigh of one girl, and the other grabbing the boob of the other girl whom he was frenching. Must be his regular girl. Oh well, I guess I should just go with the flow. |
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I simply love ur style of writing the story!
Well Done PS! Keep it up!
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Nice story bro, waiting for you to continue.
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ur description of ur 1st visit to the ktv reminds me of my 1st visit too...
memories....
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hey bro... dun give up on shirley... based on ur story she really likes u and cares for u... keep on looking for her... apologize for all the mistake u have done... also apologize for throwing the keys on her... u already have a fair share of pleasure.... maybe u should think of settling down maybe when ur angry, just keep quite and control yourself.... later u do things u will regret
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yeah bro there are many fish in the ocean, but many of them are not gf material i hope u get back together again...
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thanks bro, we'll see if she ever replies...
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I tried talking to either girl in english then mandarin but apparently they
could not understand. I eventually gave up. I contemplated grabbing boobs but it did not feel right. It felt as though I was molesting some poor unwilling girl. In any case, the boob of the voluptuous girl was enhanced, and I did not like hard boobs. The other girl, however, had nice, small boobs, and I placed my hand on it. She slapped my hand playfully and I immediately withdrew. She said something which I did not understand. A: Bro she's asking you to choose. Me: Choose what? A: Her or her friend la. Me: Oh. I choose her lor. Alex said something in Vietnamese and the voluptuous girl left. The petite girl snuggled up to me. I tried placing my hand on her boob again. This time she did not resist. I slid my other hand under her top and rested it on her tummy. My cold hand made her jump in surprise. She pecked me on the cheek. A: Bro, french her la. Me: Huh. Don't want la. A: You paiseh issit? Me: No la. She kissed my neck, tracing her tongue to my earlobe. I stopped. I was getting hard, but it just did not feel right. I pushed her away slightly and reached for the Martell. A: Bro, why sial? Me: Doesn't feel right la. Alex said something to the girl in Vietnamese. She grabbed at my crotch. I nearly spilled the Martell. Me: What the fuck? The girl said something to Alex. A: Haha. Bro, you're hard. So what doesn't feel right? The girl said something else to Alex. A: She asks if you like her. Me: How I know sial? I barely know her! A: Do you think she's pretty? Me: Ok la. A: Ok means what? Me: Ok means ok la! A: Ok. Chill man. Virgin. Alex said something to the girl and she laughed. She went over and whispered something into his ear. Me: Please don't tell me you told her I'm a virgin. A: She said she will teach you. Me: Basket. I threw an ice cube at him. He caught it and shoved it into his girl's cleavage. She shrieked. My girl whispered something to him again. A: She say 400. Whole night. Hotel you pay. Me: Don't want la. He said something to her. A: Ok. 350, excluding tips. Me: Not interested. A: Wah. Basket. Then you come for what? Me: I came to drink. Maybe sing. I don't feel like molesting unknown girls. A: It's not molest la. If it was, you go jail lor. Me: This is illegal right? A: I'm not sure. Perhaps. But who cares? I'm having fun. Not sure about you though. I gulped down my Martell and poured another mix. A: Ok. I won't disturb you. Later Keng come he sure laugh. The girl eventually left the room, probably in search of another more willing client. One of Alex's girls looked at me, as if asking if she should come over to me. I smiled at her and shook my head. I probably finished 8 glasses of Martell Coke and sang at least 6 songs very badly. I wondered how Alex could be playing with the girls for such a long time. No doubt they did leave periodically to go to other rooms, but didn't he feel embarrassed or something? It was nearing midnight and Keng still had not arrived. |
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bro, gd story, long but interesting, well written, been reading non stop for 2 days already. Well done !
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Welcome back! Camping for more.
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Finally finished reading all ur posts TS is really good, full of envys & admires, think u should really get together with S... continue ur story, camping around
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