Alcohol & Sex.

Megan Fox's the Bomb! She's the Man! Or a man? Damn...

That aside...

The story...

I've not seen her for a long time, let alone get intimate with her. We kinda started to talk again here and there just a week or so prior to us actually deciding to meet up again. It was something impromptu, though. We also live pretty close by, so distance and the time of night was a nonissue.

She came by and rung me on my mobile to indicate that she's outside my gate. In nothing more than a tee and boxers, I went to let her (sneak in). I locked the door behind us as we entered my room. She was in a white cap-sleeve tee and some training shorts. In her hand was a little water bottle filled with - nope, not water but - vodka. Absolute, I think it was.

I know it's funny, but this little detail shouldn't matter.

With a side light on, we faced each other smiling and I gave her a nice warm hug. I kissed her on the lips as we pulled away from our embrace. She smiled and told me it can wait for later. She probably felt it when I hugged her.

Anyway, I took some ice from the refrigerator and we decided to have it on the rocks. After a sip or two, we decided it was a little too much and we got a mixer to go with vodka. We sat on the bed to drink and there weren't many words exchanged. No awkward moment there, but the sexual tension was definitely there.

She ain't much of a drinker so after a couple, she didn't want anymore and asked me to finish it. I told her to lie down as I gulped down the rest of the poison. I turned back to face her and saw her sweet face smiling with eager anticipation.

It's time.

I switched the lights all off and jumped into bed with her. I pulled the covers up and embraced her petite frame and went straight in to kiss her. Our lips parted and our tongues connected. The kisses were wet and slippery. The familiar lips of her was great against my own.

I will be feeling the familiar lips, down-south, soon too.

As we continued our kissing, my right hand cupped over her boobs and I started massaging them. Not liking the layers in between, I reached in under her tee to unclasp her bra. That done, I resumed my busy hands on her chest. Not wanting to be outdone or left idling, she placed her right hand on my Southern region and begin rubbing on me. Seconds into it, she had her hand in my boxers teasing me with her small hand.

Again, in familiar territory.

She grabbed my dick and started to jerk me off. It felt great in her experienced hand. Now, I also had my hand in her knickers, working on her clit, alternating between rubbing and fingering. From all mumbling we were both doing, it was cue that she and I were both enjoying every bit of this mutual wanking. With her top all ruffled up around her collar-bone, I snuck away from our lip-lock and dived into her chest, licking and sucking on her tits. They weren't the largest cup-size I've encountered, but they do just fine and I had no complaints.

Enough of the mutual masturbation - I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and repositioned myself atop her. Definitely easier with our bottoms already off; I inserted my key into her once again.

The sensation of her incredibly wet muff wrapped around my dick was well, sensational to say the least. I skipped the whole step of her awesome blowjob, though. Nonetheless, I'm in her again and I started a rhythmic pumping in missionary. Her legs were parted in a 'M'-shaped in front of me and her face was full of ecstasy. Then, I hooked her legs up higher and gained a deeper thrust and I know she definitely felt it with those long moans of hers. I continued fucking her in that position, leaning in on her and increasing my pace. Like I said, totally awesome.

A while into that little sprint, I withdrew and told her I wanted to do her doggy-style. She laughed cheekily and get off her back and onto her fours in a jiffy. I held my manhood in my hand and led to towards her muff again. The Southern lips parted as I pushed my tip into her. Grabbing her around her hips, I began to fuck her doggy-style with much vigour. Her Southern lips parted around my member, with me thumping her at a steady pace. Her lips were wide open, high on the key in her hole.

As I pumped forward, she rocked backwards. Then, I gave a small slap on her tush, before leaning forward resting my chest on her back, cupping my both my hands on her breasts.

We continued fucking like animals.

I guess she got tired so we returned to our original position. I re-entered her and continued thumping her hard and fast. She was going berserk and I was soon too. With that inevitably sensation literally coming, I hastened it with an increasing pace. With that, I made my great escape and the rest they say is history (and lots of tissue).

After which, we put our clothes back on and kissed a little more before falling asleep. The morning after, exploring hands continued...

To Readers.

Hi, People!

We've stepped into the latter part of 2009; things are starting to really pick up. It's not that I haven't got stories to share, but I've been too occupied to post them here.

Time living the story V.S. Time documenting those same stories... I've got the former and I'd rather it this way than the other way round - know what I mean? I'll definitely publish them stories real soon - be patient. If you - readers - have not noticed, I tend to write with explicit details and in full. As you can imagine, it's pretty tiring and time-consuming to do so and I don't want to give you all a half-assed post. What's the point in that, right?

So, bear with me here and I assure you that The Key will Fully be back in the Slots this July.

Prolong Interlude.

Almost a month since my last post. Indeed, it's a real long interlude, but for good reason; work's been rather hectic. Yes, even parts of my weekend burned. It gets worse, when ¾ of your colleagues are either slackers, kan cheong spiders or just plain clueless. Hurr, the horror of it all...

Anyway, all that aside, I'm seeing - not dating - this doctor. She's not a GP, but a specialist. A petite lady with a fair complexion, which is more distinct against her long, dark hair. I've seen her a couple of times and even though she's in the batch of doctors who are supposed to be rotated out, she's still the same specialist that I am seeing. No real complaints there.

I was in her room, seated down on the examination chair, as she put on her gloves and such. She started the examination and it was a tad uncomfortable. Her attending nurse was apparently not in the room to assist her. The next thing I know, the examination was over and she removed her gear and placed them on the table behind her. Casually, she just walked back towards me, stood on a platform and elevated herself before a much taller patient - me.

She started to undo my fly as she work her high-waisted knee-length skirt up, before sitting down on my lap. She had no knickers on; trim and not shaven. She whipped my key out and started rocking against me while playing with herself. Her face was straight and dead-serious all the time.

I decided no longer to be passive, so I reached forward and started to rub against her soft and wet clit. Ms Dr. didn't even flinch. We continued in that position for awhile...

Then, I woke up.

What the hell man? Why in the world am I having a dream like that involving my doctor? Why's she even in my dream in the first place? Dang! This shit is wack man! I think I need to hit more home-runs, instead of leaving it at third base. Well, yes, the doctor ain't that bad, but it's still weird having such a dream. I hope my appointment with her in the coming month won't see me running those images through my head as I converse with her.

2/5

So, how's the week been so far? We're almost at the midway-point of the work week. I'm sorry if you work a 6-day week, cause then the post title would have to be changed to 2/6. Anyway, I've got myself a couple of things to settle this week. I'm tired and rather frustrated, actually. A huge contributing factor would be the fool of a colleague I have got to work with.

Bloody hell.

This guy here, ain't your run-of-the-mill slacker, he's the real deal - a FCK.

Fuck-Care King.

I was gonna start giving you irate examples in this new paragraph, but then it came to me that it'll just make me even more incandescent at the way he acts.

Dammit shit!

Basically, he's the most FCK person I've ever seen, be it work or just as a person. I'm not kidding, nor am I exaggerating. You would really wanna punch his face - take my word for it.

I can't wait for friday. I remain positive still, though. Peace, people! Dinner time.

Nymph-O

Firstly, pardon me for the tardy continuation of the preceding post. It wasn't a very eventful weekend, but nonetheless, a pleasantly soothing one.

Now about that previous post, I wasn't referring to those disguising themselves under the sheep clothing or only capitulating to the deed under the cover of night; I am referring to those who don't hide it that well. Something like that. Let me elaborate...

This bitch I'm going to make an example of is just that. Call me biased, but a reason for the use of the derogatory term on her comes from the fact that she talked some serious smack about me.

Firstly, she ain't all that. She has a pretty flat face with either a high forehead or a receding hairline, it depends how you look at it or her. Scrawny physique with a pasty ivory tint of skin tone. Veins on legs aren't the prettiest of things either.

From the start, she somehow got a reputation for being easy, but nobody did more than just talk about it behind her. As you would imagine, she gradually got a bunch of friends who hung out and try to be the 'IT' clique. What they aspired to portray was a persona of 'cool', but what ensued was a grotesque run-of-the-mill cliches and fads. She was always dressed in cheesy streetwalker/hooker get-ups; wearing a tee tied into a mid-drift, frilly lacy skirts that were just under her butt-cheeks, matched with knee-high cheer-leader socks and some form of canvas sneakers or covered stilettos. I don't know who dresses her or how she came up with this look, but I liken her fashion icon to be that of an actress in some budget college-girl themed porn video.

She's got rich folks - don't they give her money to buy better clothes than that? Oh, precious here, is also a SPG. Now, she went for a month-long trip to europe with a mutual friend. A SPG in europe. You know what's bound to happen. At that time, she was seeing this American from some overseas school here, but that didn't stop her from having a good time there, I guess. The two girls hit the clubs there in Europe and were partying away, enjoying the company of strangers. Then, this nympho decided to bounce with some dude she met and left the friend in a club on foreign soil with foreign faces. The next day, this friend managed to make her way back to their lodging place and somehow met up with the dick-eater-on-legs (Deol - let's call her that from now).

Deol recalled the incident from the previous night and started crying to the friend about how she let the guy fuck her without any form of protection whatsoever. She's obviously fallen into the 'Striking 4D's easier..." category. Back on local soil, Deol went back to her boy whom she broke up with shortly after. The same period after she just got back, she kinda disappeared and wasn't really seen much around and apparently ill. Word was the time of the month wasn't exactly happening at the time of the month. The friend was saying Deol went for an (I hate to use this word) abortion.

Oh well, so much for that.

I, definitely, also know of guys who hit the clubs just to score whatever kinda pussy they can get. Honestly, I think that is just nonsense, but I don't really give a damn.

Nymphos like that are everywhere. I'm sorry if you're one and you're reading this. I'm not targeting anyone, but just writing about the Deol I know as an example.

Have a good week ahead, people!