My crazy lifestyle & the price I paid for it

[kristin18]

It was 7am on a Saturday morning. It had been a really long day, from waking up early in the morning for work, to heading out to party with A & friends. The group of us drank so much & I was feeling giddy from all that alcohol. A & I had just finished supper, which had become the usual practice for us by now. We walked out to the bus stop by the main road, where we would usually go home on two separate cabs since we didn't live near each other. That day was different, though.

We sat somewhere near the bus stop just chatting about our lives. I can't remember how or why, but the next thing I knew, we were standing up & hugging each other, still talking. I was a little tired, so I rested my head on his shoulder. He smelt good. I will never forget the smell of his cologne. How could he still smell so good after a whole night of partying? I didn't feel too comfortable though, standing in my 4 inch heels, feeling quite sticky after a long night out. But I enjoyed being around him so much & such quiet times we had with each other were considered a rarity, so I was torn between going home to my nice, comfy bed & standing there continuing the conversation with him. I chose the latter, of course.

Half an hour later, the fatigue really started to get to me, & it seemed to me that A was starting to feel the same too. The sky was bright by then, & the early morning crowd was starting to gather around the bus stop. People were giving us strange looks -- there I was, in my thick make up & 4 inch heels, hugging A in public, not giving two hoots about what was going on around me. Perhaps that was why A was starting to feel a little uneasy, I thought.

Sensing that, I was afraid he'd feel embarrassed being subject to so much unwanted attention, so I told him I'd make my way home. I stepped away from him & stuck my hand out to flag a cab, but to my surprise he pulled me back. For some reason, there were an exceptional number of cabs on the road & one stopped immediately the moment I raised my hand. I looked at A, confused as to why he had pulled me back. We stood there awkwardly for awhile. The cab driver looked at me, looked at A, then looked back at me before he drove off.

Me: "Why?"

A kept quiet & looked down. I couldn't figure what was wrong. Was he upset with me? But why would he be? We were having such a great time earlier on. Did he have something to say to me? What was it? Question after question ran through my mind, & still A was quiet, all this while avoiding eye contact with me. I started to become impatient & a little grouchy because my legs were aching & I was really tired. I looked at him, confused, waiting for him to say something.

A couple of minutes later...

Me: "A, what is it? If you have something to say to me, say it! I don't know what you want when you're just keeping quiet & not telling me anything, yet not letting me go home." I said in a slightly irritated tone.

Still, A remained silent! I was starting to get pissed & made another attempt to walk off. Again, he pulled me back, but still didn't say a word. I stood there, confused & grouchy, & continued to shoot him confused looks.

Finally, he said: "Shall we sleep together?", still looking down at his feet.

I swear, it was the cutest way someone proposed sex to me. I didn't expect him to be this shy when it came to this. I was obviously taken aback, so I didn't reply. I wasn't gonna turn him down, that's for sure....... I just didn't know how to respond. After an awkward moment of silence, I mumbled: "where.....?"

Taking that to be a positive answer, he held my hand & led me to the hotel just opposite where we were standing. My heart pounded furiously. This was a guy I was actually really, really fond of, & we were heading to a hotel together. Somehow this felt different from the rest of the guys I had sex with, because I was madly in love with A by then. I felt like a little girl who was about to open her Christmas present -- eager, not knowing what was gonna be inside, filled with excitement yet anxious at the same time, afraid that it was gonna be a present I didn't like.

[LovePotion]

great,,, pls carry on

[kristin18]

Thank you to all for reading thus far.

I will not be replying to PMs asking me out to party because I have already paid a heavy price for this crazy lifestyle (which will be revealed in the later part of the story) & obviously will not be so silly as to repeat the same mistakes again.

I apologize if this story is not as well-written or interesting as the rest, I've tried to be as detailed as I can but I just wish to present the bare facts as they are to those who are reading this.

Again, thanks for all the support.

[hunted]

well sis, it looks like you were or are kinda in a mess. I hope you do see light at the end of the tunnel. Everyone has a path to walk, whether you like it or not. JUST FUCK the whether you like it or not. JUST WALK down the path.

MAYBE YOU WANT TO TRY THIS MOTTO.... IT WORKS PRETTY WELL FOR ME. "IF YOUR PAST ISN'T FULL OF UPs AND DOWNs. IT'S CALLED A MEMORY, IF ITS FULL OF SHIT!, THATS CALL EXPERIENCE!"

[kristin18]

From the moment he asked that question till we were in the hotel room, we behaved awkwardly. We made small talk here & there, but we were both just not ourselves. Perhaps we were both just shy, even though I couldn't understand why we would be when we were already so close by then -- not just emotionally but physically as well.

We entered the room, & my heart was pumping at an insane speed by then. The minute I stepped into the room, I went into the toilet without even informing him. I needed to pee so badly, & I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or the anxiety. Since I was in the toilet, I washed up a little as well. When I came out from the toilet wrapped in just the bath towel, he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The moment I got out from the toilet, he got up & headed to the toilet. We didn't speak to each other at all. I didn't know how to act or what to do so I just lay on the bed, all this while feeling as if I was gonna get a heart attack soon enough since my heart was beating so fast.

Five minutes later, he was out. He lay next to me, & I turned to him. I didn't know what to expect, but I was positive he could hear my heart pounding furiously. I blushed a little. He leaned over to kiss me, but he wasn't much of a kisser I suppose, & the kiss barely lasted for a minute. It was a waste, because kissing turned me on greatly. But he was a fan of blowjobs, that was for sure, because shortly after he sat up & lightly pushed my head towards his cock. His cock wasn't big. No, that's not the correct way to describe it, because it wasn't small as well. Let's just say that the length was average, but the girth was below average. Still, it belonged to A. And that's all that mattered to me at that point in time.

I took his cock in my mouth. It was the perfect size for my mouth, come to think of it. And it tasted nice. I don't know if it was because he had just come out from the shower, or simply because in my mind I kept telling myself that I was sucking A's cock, but at that point in time I enjoyed giving the blowjob. For the first time ever, I enjoyed giving a blowjob.

A gave a small moan when his cock came into contact with my mouth. I liked it. I like guys who moan, & that made me wanna pleasure him even more. I teased his cock by going slow, then fast, then slow again. He liked it, I could tell from his moans. I guess he could sense I was tired after awhile, so he stopped me & guided me to lie on my back instead. He kissed my neck, then headed down south. I shivered a little in anticipation of what was to come. His lips reached my breasts & he started sucking on my nipples. It felt good, until he started sucking harder & I felt pain. I grimaced a little but pretended not to feel anything. Hmm..... Suddenly I didn't feel as turned on as before. Well, it didn't matter. I was finally in bed with the guy I was crazy over! That was what was important.

He continued making his way down south & teased me for a bit at my bikini line, but navigated west instead, to my inner thigh. Kinky. He started off by licking & lightly sucking my inner thigh, after which he went on to......... Bite me. What the fuck?! That was the first thought that went through my mind when the pain coursed through my body. Please. Don't tell me the guy I am so madly in love with is into such things. Omg. This was the only thing on my mind while I tightened all my muscles & tried to bear with the pain. He seemed to be enjoying himself & I just couldn't bring myself to stop him. He bit & suck, bit & suck, & just when I thought he was finally done, he moved on to the other thigh! ..... And repeated the same process. Bite. Suck. Bite. Suck. Bite. Suck. The pain was really getting to me. I began to feel a wee bit annoyed. I struggled a little as a hint to him that I didn't like it. He was too into the act & bit even harder instead. By then, the pain became too much for me to bear & I pushed him away.

I suppose he'd had enough fun by then, so he capped himself & started to fuck me. That felt much better, except that I wasn't in the least bit turned on after what had happened. His lips touched my neck, & I thought to myself: "Yup, that would help to turn me on." ........ Until he started biting & sucking AGAIN. Well, at least this time it wasn't as painful. It felt more like a lovebite which I didn't mind, not at all, so I let him be. After pumping for a long time, he stopped & guided my face to his cock again. He'd gone a little soft. Strange, since I thought he was enjoying himself. I gave him what he wanted anyway, & he soon went on with the pumping. He finally came, thankfully, & ended my agony.

We both fell asleep, me in his arms, for the next one hour before our time was up & we checked out & left for home.

It was one of the most agonizing sexual encounters I'd had, but for some weird, unknown reason, I found myself thinking of that night & replaying that night's events over & over again. I just couldn't figure why. Usually a lousy sex encounter would put me off greatly; but why couldn't I get that night out of my mind?!

[TheGreatOne]

good story.

will be camping.

A, now you know your act was far from arousing for a lady in case you're reading.

[BMW69]

Ouch. It's probably the bites. You 2 seem to have different sexual preferences.

[kristin18]

I woke up the next day with bruises & bite marks on my inner thighs, & a lovebite on my neck. I should've been bothered by that, but I wasn't. Instead I kept looking at the bite marks -- they reminded me of the night before. They reminded me that I had slept with A, & that was when I realized how much I actually wanted him. The experience wasn't exactly a pleasant one, but that didn't bother me at all. All I knew was that I wanted more of such intimate moments with him. It made me feel a lot closer to him emotionally; it made me feel superior to the girls who wanted him, but who could only watch him leave alone with me after our party sessions.

Things between us went on as per normal. We still partied together every other day. On weekdays we usually ended our party sessions earlier because of work commitments the following day, so we hardly had supper together on weekdays. The next Friday, we met again in a group & as usual, got ourselves dead drunk by the time the club closed. We left for our usual weekend supper at the same place. That night, I was dressed in a tight fitting dress which squeezed my breasts together & made them look bigger than they actually were. Throughout the supper, A had his eyes fixated on my chest. I knew it was not gonna be an early night for either of us.

This time, he didn't bother asking. When we reached the bus stop, he looked at me, looked at the hotel opposite, & looked at me again. As much as I wanted him, the previous experience did put me off a little. I gave him a feeble smile & mumbled: "I'm scared. The last time was painful." He returned me a reassuring smile before leading me in the direction of the hotel. I wasn't sure if I really wanted the sex, but I couldn't bring myself to turn him down so I didn't resist.

The first ten minutes upon entering the hotel room was the same. While I laid on the bed waiting for him, I braced myself for what was to come. I told myself to just immerse myself in the sex, in A, & perhaps I might find the same kind of enjoyment in the pain. But before I could fully prepare myself, A was out of the shower & next to me. As usual, the kiss lasted less than a minute before A made his way down south. His lips reached my nipple & my muscles were already tightened by then, bracing myself for the sharp burst of pain when his teeth clamped down on my nipples.

But to my surprise, the pain didn't come. Instead, an unexpected moan came out from my mouth. This time, A was gentle & sensual -- no teeth involved. My body started to relax, & my nipples were hardened by then. A took them one by one, slowly & gently in his mouth, using his tongue to tease my nipples while sucking on them at the same time. I fucking loved it, & let out soft, uncontrollable moans.

As much as I was enjoying it, I wanted to pleasure A more. So I stopped him. It was my turn now, to take his cock into my mouth. The more I sucked on his lollipop, the harder & bigger he grew. I could feel little shivers on his cock which told me he was enjoying it very, very much. Hearing his moans turned me on even more, & made me even hungrier for his cock.

He gently pushed my head away, which told me that he wanted to fuck me already. So he put on the cap & entered me in missionary position. The feeling was heavenly. I remember thinking, at that point in time, that I wanted his cock inside me forever. I wanted to stay in this position forever, outrageous as that may sound. After a couple of minutes, he gently pulled me up while he lied down. He wanted me to be on top, which I gladly obliged. The feeling was indescribable. He guided my hips & I moved to his rhythm. It felt too good, & before I knew it, I felt a gush of wave building up inside me. I moaned even louder & my breaths got quicker. I started to move faster, & he felt it as well. The final straw came when he whispered in my ear: "oh....... Yeah........ Cum, cum......." .......... I hugged him with all the strength I could muster, & there & then, I could've sworn there was a mini explosion on the bed. My whole body shivered, & he hugged me tightly.

We then switched back to missionary position when he told me: "I don't want to cum."

"Why?", I asked him, since I thought we were both enjoying the session. He replied, "because this feels too good, & I don't want this to end."

This intensified what I was feeling at that time, but I didn't have time to feel more before he started pumping again. He stopped for a few seconds twice, because he didn't want to cum too soon. That was how I knew he was loving this moment as much as I was. But he couldn't hold it in for long before he managed to mumble an "I'm cumming", followed by the most turn on moan I had ever heard in my life, all this while pumping harder & faster, before he finally collapsed on me. I could feel his cock releasing its last bit of sperms, & boy, I liked how that felt.

We cleaned up, & we fell asleep with me in his arms again, this time with a smile on my face.

I knew then that I was in love. Confidently sure that I was more emotionally attached to him than ever. That wasn't a good sign, I knew that too, but I couldn't care less. My heart was on fire. I was in love.

[BMW69]

Such a sensual and loving experience. Thanks for the update

[DocD]

TS ... You remind me a lot of my ex. Good looking eurasian girl. Wild one, liked to be naughty, especially in public place. She was artistic, had a great heart, and was great in bed. But ultimately her favorite "sexy" thing was just for us to spend the night together and fall asleep on the same bed and make breakfast together.

I've never blamed her for sleeping with many guys. And she could have been "the one" for me. But after so long she had "lost" herself and needed to go on the journey to find herself on her own.

Many guys are naive (I myself was). M taught me that with women it's always emotional. Unless girl goes and gets drunk to deliberately forget about emotions. Guys do it too, it's hard to spend the night alone.

[ChiongBalai]

I am literally getting goosebumps the way you describe A. It feels like I'm reading about myself.. From the features to the eyes to the innocent and shy sex proposal.. If you take away his age and the fact that he likes to bite I would be asking you "DO I KNOW YOU?!??"

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by ChiongBalai

I am literally getting goosebumps the way you describe A. It feels like I'm reading about myself.. From the features to the eyes to the innocent and shy sex proposal.. If you take away his age and the fact that he likes to bite I would be asking you "DO I KNOW YOU?!??"

Hahaha I totally know this feeling. I actually went to ask the girl "do I know you" because her story was too similar! Different girl from TS

[kristin18]

Originally Posted by BMW69

Such a sensual and loving experience. Thanks for the update

Thank you for reading =)

Originally Posted by DocD

it's hard to spend the night alone.

I agree..... It's hard to spend the night alone sometimes, & I still feel this way these days.

Originally Posted by ChiongBalai

I am literally getting goosebumps the way you describe A. It feels like I'm reading about myself.. From the features to the eyes to the innocent and shy sex proposal.. If you take away his age and the fact that he likes to bite I would be asking you "DO I KNOW YOU?!??"

=) many guys like A out there I guess? Or perhaps I hope? ......... Haha =P

[kristin18]

Being in love with A changed my perspective in life. I was never open to being a third party, but for A, I would've given anything. I had reached the point whereby I didn't mind if I had to forever be the third party, or if I would never be the number one priority in his life. I just wanted to have such simple moments with him. I just wanted to be with him. It did strike me that he didn't like me like I thought he did & that he was just after my body, but I didn't mind that either. Stupid of me, but I guess that showed how much I loved him.

But as fate would have it, we weren't meant to even be long-term flings. One day A broke the news to me that he was to be outstationed overseas, & that he would have to be there for at least a year, or perhaps more. & his girlfriend would be going along with him. I was devastated. I knew this wasn't gonna last, but I wanted more time with him. Two months was too short. I entertained all sorts of silly ideas to stop him from going, but I knew I couldn't. He was 100% committed to his work & there was no way he would stay for me, as much as he wanted to.

We tried to spend as much time together as we could before he left. I couldn't bear to see him go, yet I had no choice but to accept it. The day before he left, I cried & begged for him not to leave. He told me he didn't want to either, but this was work, & he had to. I knew that deep down already, but I guess accepting didn't come easy for me.

The week after he left was exceptionally torturous, I missed him so much that I made an impromptu, unplanned trip to visit him. I don't know how he managed to get away from his girlfriend, & he didn't explain anything to me either. We spent the best three nights of my life together. The sex just got better & better, perhaps because we were away from our home country....... Or perhaps, as I would like to think, it was because we were already closely connected to each other emotionally. Either way, I had the most enjoyable & unforgettable sexperience (literally) in my life being there with him; a precious memory I would keep close to my heart for life.

I came back to Singapore feeling downcasted, knowing that this was really, truly the end, & it was time to let go for good. The next two months were not easy to get through at all. I had to force myself not to think of him. Even though social media kept us connected, it was not enough. Besides, we couldn't possibly express our emotions through social media or whatsapp. The fact that he wasn't here physically tortured me everyday; I think I wasn't strong enough to let go. I didn't even have the mood to party anymore, but partying was the only way I could take my mind off him. Two months later, I finally moved on. That should've been good news, but if I had known what was about to befall me, I would have chosen to remain hung up over him instead of moving on & moving forward in life.

[georgemagnum]

Oh mine, TS ..... Have u ever considered writing a book based on this experience of yours ? Potential list topper

Pls share more ...... Hehehe

gm