The debaucherous girl next door

He says "I miss this" instead of "I miss you", as my skillfull gab woke his dormant beast. He says "Only the best for a princess", waving the mesmerizing bottle of Bombay Saphire while gracefully dancing round the kitchen, making a delicious Gin & Tonic. He says "What you know is what you're told. Which is only one side to the story", sending a strong signal that he's got my back and will set things straight when he sees fit. Sensing me slipping into anxiety while being teased by another with a magic wand, he says "She's used to giving so when she's receiving she doesn't quite know what to do". "Fuck Yes!", he says excitedly in response to me asking if it's okay to use him this way. He says "You always become like that (thrilled kid) when we put Sherlock on (TV)", knowing sometimes I can't calmly rest my head on his chest and keep still. He was laying his head on t...

It has been awhile since my last entry, and I feel the urge to journal since I'm on the laptop anyway. I have to admit that I've been fairly obsessed with a few things lately. Obsessed is generally not associated in a positive light and in this case, it isn't. The school semester have kicked-off and I'm reminded by Mr. J that I owe it to my parents who was willing to loan me tuition money so I can continue my studies, thus I shouldn't be disappointing them. Yet I continously find myself struggling with accountability, which I'm more aware now than ever, since I have been spending much of my time internalising and analysing my emotions, thoughts, attitude, behaviour and actions. This remind me of the the Myers-Briggs personality test I took some years back which showed that I was more of a 'Thinking' person, than 'Feeling'. Somehow this seem to be an inaccurate analysis of my personality as I find I'm naturally very driven by emotions, but h...

Something I wrote back in Jan '17..  We entered his apartment, he notices my tense body and invited me to the air-conditioned bedroom to relax for a bit. I shared about the happenings of my morning where the Programme Head was asking if everyone knew what self-care was, and some people voluntarily shared what they did to release stress. They were all very textbook based replies; healthy coping methods, that any sane, balance individual would say. Exercise, listening to music, talking to friends - Yawns. But I was telling him that I had a reply in my mind that would not be considered conventional - that would be sucking cock. I shared how I do it for my own pleasure. How focusing on a cock and everything about it, from the way it feels in my mouth, to how I push my own gag reflex limits, are all very soothing to me. And when I'm doing it, I don't think about anything else in the world. Absolutely nothing. It was just me and the cock. It's a 'space' we both en...

I forgot my earpiece, so I made a detour in the middle of the crossroads, back to the store. That was when he called, his display picture popping right up on the screen, interrupting the message I was just about to send my boss. I slide right and his familiar voice beeped through. He asked me where I was, outright confessed that he was pissed drunk and asked if I wanted to meet him, so I could put his cock in my mouth. The invite was pure filth, yet it awoke all the right senses, bringing about this almost primal response to run to him in acceptance of my fate that evening.  ‘What am I going to do with this man?’ was the thought that ran through my head, as I saw him successfully climb the short flight of stairs towards me, a foolishly happy grin across his slightly flushed face, before pulling me in for a welcome hug. He reeked of alcohol, beers perhaps, I don’t know. Shifting from sentimental thoughts to practical ones was the struggle I found myself in through the next few h...

Somehow I have ended up in a situation where the word uncertain, would be an understatement. Yet in this storm, I have these people who I can lean on for support, for guidance, or just that listening ear, a gentle tug to my sleeves so I'm back on my feet. At this point in my life, the only way to get out is to move forward. As reality sets in, I find myself getting used to the terms of my new life. I'm a prideful person. A trait perhaps I've pick up along the way, as I bear witness to the adversities our household had to go through, or lessons of injustice and unequal opportunities at success in life just because of a person's socioeconomic background, amongst other factors. A friend, that I've yet to put a face to a name to, mentioned how there is a fine line that separates pride and stubbornness. He advises that I should learn to put ego aside and ask for help when I need to. Definitely a work in progress; perhaps even a life-long one. In the next couple of mo...

Has the link to this blog. He also happened to finally put me over his knee for a good, long spanking that was no doubt overdue. He who has been keeping me sane in recent torrential weeks/ months showed me today, the difference between a dominant and a play partner. He towers over me when he stands, his limbs were long and sturdy, his palms and feet were huge. Simply put it, I was manhandled (gently), and I will gladly be open to being manhandled by him again. Gravity made sure I am reminded of the pleasurable assault on my bottom, even now as I type this post out. But boy oh boy, I was so sore earlier to the point that standing still with my legs together, hurt. The idea of sitting was unimaginable, but one can't stand forever and the temptation to rest my sore feet was too great to challenge. I could manage to sit on the bus ride home earlier. I figured that if I twisted my body to the extreme side, there is no direct contact and it was quite alright. At home, I checked m...

We had an unusual romp, not the first of it's kind, but still a relatively new kind of play. Rape play.   "Are you okay?", J asked. "Yes," I replied, half sniffling as I recovered from the uncontrollable tears that welled up in my eyes as he used me, "I think I wanted it to stop, yet wanted more. I really enjoyed that". ..... My lips unlatched itself from his manhood, as I twist my body towards his, eyes peering through my newly cut fringe that fell just below my eyebrows. "Would you like it even more if I said 'No' and 'Go Away'?", I quipped. His manhood that snuggled between my palm grew thicker in response. Hmm.