My Melbourne sexcapades[Completed]

[lostlilvirg]

haha thanks bro

i did that also, didn't work

since they were the ones who did the new hdd installation and reformatting for me, i thought i'd let them fix it.

technician on leave today, have to go again tomorrow. fml.

Paiseh paiseh

PS: I quite computer noob one

[lostlilvirg]

rawr, finally got my laptop fixed 100%

guess I can write again tonight.

THank you, sexybiatch123, for your kind words.

[lostlilvirg]

Ask any sex-starved man what he’d do when left alone in a girl’s house, and most would probably agree to rummage through the underwear drawer. Or maybe, that’s just me. Hahaha.

I was (still am) a noob at reading/finding bra size, contrary to most of the bros around here who seem to be able to get bra sizes easily. I went through my (Bon’s) room’s drawers, and found the underwear section. She is a very…practical girl. Nothing sexy at all, all functional white and transparent strap bras. I do not know her exact measurements, but from what I could see, and what I’d later hold, I’d say she’s a very full C, bordering on D. Bon is not a beautiful girl, but I’d call her pretty and sweet. She is also round, in all senses. Face is round-shaped with rosy cheeks, breasts are very generously rounded, tummy is slightly rounded, not fat, just there, and butt is round too. Hahaha

Her panties were typical girl panties, those that can cover the whole bum. Luckily I didn’t see any granny panties in her drawer, just cotton ones with patterns. As you can imagine, all this functionality did absolutely nothing to help turn me on or to fantasize. So I gave up. I managed to tidy everything back up neatly, and browsed through her book shelves to find something interesting to read, as I was bored and didn’t feel like going online.

Much to my surprise, I saw a leather-bound journal. Curiosity won over and I opened it. Ah ha, it was her diary! Hmmm….moral ethics vs curiosity fought a war within me, but curiosity won out, unfortunately. I read the first few entries, mostly some girly update about her days, and some rants about this lecturer, that Uni-mate, etc. Seriously, why do girls feel the need to write these things down? I flipped through the pages, thinking to shut the book and replace it, when the date read June. That was when we had first met. She stopped writing after July, for some reason.

I flipped through the pages and found the relevant entries. You know what they say, that eavesdroppers will hear nothing flattering about themselves? Well, diary snoopers will read nothing pleasant about themselves either. I won’t go into detail what she wrote about me, but suffice to say that they were VERY unflattering, and highly offensive. The words “fugly” and “talks funny” were some of the least offensive words she used. Now, I have no illusions about my looks; I have low self-esteem and would tell anybody I’m not good looking, but this is the first (and only) time I’ve ever been called fugly. The fire that raged in my heart would’ve melted the polar ice caps. I was mad, I was beyond mad. And then…I just got sad.

I’ve never owned a pet before at that time. That day, I found the healing effects of furry therapy as I held Bobby and hugged him and cried and asked him why his mistress would write such stuff about me. My feelings were hurt. We were supposed to be “dating” at that time when she filled the diary. Never mind that I cheated on her with Li, my feelings were still the ones that were hurt (yeah, I guess I am selfish that way). I was always honest about how I looked, and Bon has had pictures of me before we met. Oh well, I’m glad that we were just going to be friends, but it still stung. I hadn't totally healed from Rain's deception, and this kinda just added to things.

I resolved to try to forget about it, and went on with my day. I had promised to prepare dinner, so I did. Bon was late, and wasn’t replying texts, so I took Bobby out for a walk instead. The pooch was confused about things cos I’m not his usual caregiver, I guess. But no dog would say no to a walk. Hehe. We stayed out a long time, since I was bored. Bon got back and found her way to the park. Despite being summer, it was just a little chilly that evening. We hung out while she unleashed Bobby (I didn’t dare take him off the leash in case I couldn’t control him) and let him run. She took my arm and held me to her, saying she was cold.

Images of the words from her diary appeared in my brain, and it was all I could do to not pull away from her. I successfully disengaged myself by pretending I had an itch to scratch after a few minutes, and we got back home soon after.

Dinner was alright. She was tired from her long day outside. I was tired from my long day inside. Heh. She brought a bottle of wine with her from the city, and we sat in the couch watching the telly and sipping a dry white. After half an hour or so, she tried again to snuggle up to me.

“Bon, what are you doing?” I asked, poker-faced.

“Lost, what happened to us? Why didn’t we work out?” asked Bon. Feelings of resentment churned through me.

“Well, let’s see. You didn’t appear all that interested in a relationship with me after I dropped off a 12 hour freezing bus ride to see you. You avoided any form of physical intimacy with me, despite my attempts to initiate anything. You couldn’t wait to get rid of me when it was time for me to leave, leaving me at the bus station an hour before it was time. I think that the facts all kinda added up together, no?” I responded cruelly. I hadn’t much in me to be kind at that time.

“Oh,” was all she said. She seemed to shrink into herself in the couch, letting me draw away and moving a seat further from her.

“Uhm, Lost,” she began. I didn’t respond, staring at the tv screen.

“I’m sorry that I treated you badly. Do you think we can start over?” she continued, tentatively.

I couldn’t believe my ears, or her nerve. Didn’t we agree not to approach this trip from that angle? What about all her negative comments about me in her diary? If she felt those things, then why would she want to get back together (or just get together, if you think online relationships aren’t really real)?

“Why would you want to do that?” I asked brusquely.

“I…I just found that I really missed you, a lot, after you left. I didn’t realize how much I missed our chats, and your company. I felt pained when I heard you got yourself a girlfriend back in Melbourne,” Bon said, taking a large gulp from her wine.

Was this a case of jealousy, that somebody wanted me after she didn’t? I thought nastily.

“I was under the impression you weren’t terribly interested in a relationship with me, Bon,” I responded. “In fact, I have a little confession to make too.”

Bon looked at me, hopeful. Perhaps she thought I’d change my mind.

“Look, I am sorry. I know it was wrong of me, but I did it anyway. I found your diary today while looking for some books to spend my time earlier today. And I’ve only got this to say: your opinion of me was a very negative one” I said. Her face paled. “You can be angry all you want, Bon. You can ask me to leave now, and I’ll go. Or I can go tomorrow if you like. I’m already all packed up, actually. Thank you for letting me stay here the last few days,” I finished, putting my glass down and standing up. I had, indeed, packed up my luggage, but I wasn’t sure if I’d leave, since I hadn’t known she’d tried to restart our romance, and how she’d take my reading her diary.

Instead of the anger and indignation that I had expected to come from her for violating her privacy, Bon burst into tears. I stood there, still angry, but unsure what to do.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know why I wrote those things. I don’t know why I judged you like that and I don’t know why I treated you like that. I really don’t know (Have you noticed, the words “I don’t know” seem to be a very efficient way of getting out of trouble?)! Please forgive me, Lost. Don’t leave, not tonight,” she pleaded.

“Uhm, I kinda thought you’d be angry at me for reading your diary?” I asked, confused at the turn of events. Her begging ME not to go was not something I had counted on.

“Noooo. I regretted letting you go for months. Please, don’t leave me now. I know I have hurt you. I’m sorry. Don’t leave,” she wailed.

“I’m not sure how comfortable I can be with you, Bon, knowing what I know about what you felt. Those were your honest feelings,” I replied.

“At least stay the night, I don’t want you to leave in the middle of the night like this. Where would you go? If you still want to leave tomorrow, I’ll drive you to the city. I promise,” Bon bargained. I glanced at the clock, it was 10. She was right. Australia shuts down at night, and I’d probably literally sleep on the streets unless I could find a hostel willing to let me check in late.

“Okay, let’s just sleep on this and we’ll talk tomorrow,” I agreed. That night was the first time I drank with her. I didn’t know it then, but Bon had a very poor alcohol tolerance. Two glasses of wine and she’s a blubbering mess. In future episodes, 3 shots of Cointreau, or two cocktails, all were enough to get her drunk.

She enveloped me in a hug and clung to me, still sniffling and sobbing. I thought she was over-reacting, but in hindsight, it was probably the wine. I let her cling for a few minutes and then pushed her back to the couch.

“That’s quite enough, Bon. I am not sure how I feel about you at this moment,” I said firmly. She sniffed and nodded. I passed her a box of tissues and cleaned up the glasses from the table. The rest of the wine I saved in the fridge.

I told her a curt goodnight, and closed the door to my (yes, her) bedroom. Out came my earphones and I vented my anger to some Avenged Sevenfold and Metallica before trying to sleep hours later.

I was woken up sometime in the wee hours of the morning to Bon climbing into bed with me and hugging me very tightly.

“Don’t leave me, please,” she said, her cheeks wet from tears still…

[Happyman89]

Keep it on TS! Been camping regularly for updates

[xxwaterbirdx]

i guess the stories would be touching

[highlysex]

Thank you ts for your wonderful experiences, upz your points +4 , cheers

[alec]

TMD... i feel soo pissed with Bon. She doesn't get the msg isit???

[ANowhereMan]

Still.........................?

Hmm.. this Bon.. argh

[lostlilvirg]

lol chill, bro Alec, I did end up with her for a year, but the ending was just as ugly as the "beginning"

Thanks nichnich and highlysex for upping my points

Carrying on with the story, peeps. As previously warned, these are boring bits of my life there, but you did ask for details so I'm obliging. ^^

[lostlilvirg]

I stiffened in bed, waking up fully. Her breath smelled alcoholic.

“I’m not leaving, but I’d really like to get some sleep, Bon,” I said groggily. She made mewling noises and dozed right off. Sigh, wonderful.

I got up and went to relieve my bladder. On my way out of the bathroom I saw the empty bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen counter. Well, that explained that. I slept on the couch that night, with Bobby for company. Looks like he didn’t appreciate a drunk Bon either. Tomorrow would be interesting.

I woke up as the sunlight streamed through the windows. Fuck, it was just 7. I readjusted the curtains and tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. My mind was too active. I settled my morning routine and decided to take Bobby out for a walk. We returned home to the smell of frying bacon.

“Good morning, Lost!” came the greeting. She didn’t look as cheerful as her words though. I don’t think over-indulging in alcohol suits her.

“Morning,” I mumbled back, petting Bobby and taking his leash off.

“I’m sorry about last night, Lost. I got drunk and couldn’t control myself,” she said. No kidding…

“How’re you feeling? How’s the head?” I asked.

“I’m feeling okay, just a little dizzy,” she replied. She tried to lift the bacon from the frying pan and dropped the whole pan on the floor with a loud clang.

“Are you okay?” I demanded, grabbing the pot and pushing her away from the spilled oil.

“I’m fine,” stammered Bon. We eyed the mess on the floor together in silence.

“Well, at least SOMEONE’s happy,” I joked, watching Bobby chomp down the bacon. Bon giggled and hugged me. Reflexively, I hugged her back without thinking.

“I’m not leaving, Bon. I’ll stay the week then we’ll see where things go,” I said, having made my decision somewhere between waking up and walking the dog. I had given it a lot of thought. There was no denying I was attracted to her, since I dated her for more than half a year, even if it was online. I was lonely and feeling a little unloved after the Rain incident. I was going to give Bon the benefit of the doubt, but she’d have to play some catch up if she wanted me to be loving after the diary episode (yes, I’m well aware it’s my fault for reading it too). If I'm honest with myself, looking back, I was probably love-starved (contrary to most guys, I like to be loved and love rather than just had a plainly sexual relationship, no offence meant to my readers though. I like sex too, but would really like a loving relationship).

“Oh?” Her smile was so wide it looked like a Darlie commercial.

“Don’t get any ideas, I’m going to be honest here and say I’m not sure how I would feel about you, about us. But I’m willing to give it a shot and see where things go,” I clarified hastily.

She nodded, unable to conceal her happiness even though she tried to look guilty. I was shooed to the living room, and she wanted to re-cook breakfast. I decided to grab a shower instead, I smelled like dog, who was now following me up and down with the hopes of more bacon.

I passed her on the way to the shower from my room, she was bouncing in the kitchen to some invisible tune. Kinda cute, really. After my shower I had to enter the kitchen to get to the back porch to hang my towel, and I hugged her from behind as she was frying up a second batch of meat. My arms crossed around her tummy, below her chest, and she leaned back against me for a few moments before getting back to the cooking. This would never have happened in June. I got precisely two awkward hugs from her then: first meeting, and goodbye.

We had a quiet breakfast, the euphoria of my agreeing to give our relationship a try having worn off, Bon was feeling the effects of hangover again. I told her to finish her orange juice and head to bed, and I’d clean up. She finished her juice, but pulled me with her.

“Keep me company, please?” she pleaded. I considered it.

“It’s too soon for me still, Bon. I’m trying, but the hurt is still there. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, just get some sleep so you’ll feel better. She pouted, but I pushed her to her parents’ bedroom.

I was feeling a little tired myself, not having gotten much sleep the night before either. I cleaned up and decided to take a nap too. I woke up later feeling overly-warm. Someone was all snuggled up against me. Sigh. This girl couldn’t take a hint.

I untangled her hands and escaped outside. One thing I love about Australia, the air tends to be a lot fresher than either Singapore or Malaysia, even without the haze (fuck you, haze!). I wondered if I was doing the right thing. Am I rushing into another relationship too fast? Was this a rebound? Am I over-analysing things? Can I ever forget what I read in the diary (obviously, no)? Do I really want to be with her in a long-distance relationship? Things were just so confusing.

The simple answer would be to just toy with her and dump her when I got tired of things, but having been played for a fool, I didn’t want to do the same to someone else. I’ll just have to try to forgive and forget, or the forgiving at least bit anyway.

I woke Bon up a little after noon. Figured we’d go out for an outing instead of being bored to bits at home. She drove us into Sydney and we enjoyed a movie and played some arcade games. It was a very fun “date”, which was surprising to me.

I can’t remember what we did for dinner, but eventually we ended up at home, watching her ever-favorite, boring, shitty, Dawson’s Creek. The difference that night was that she finally got to snuggle up to me. Her body was very soft. Again I repeat, she’s not fat, but just a wee bit on the plump side. Nicely adorable without being a turn off. It’s not the first time I’ve seen such huge boobs (think Pree) but it wasn’t often that I get a set of big ‘uns rubbing against me.

The day’s activities had mellowed my feelings down, and I don’t know about you, but I feel that no hot-blooded male could sit there with two huge knockers sandwiching his elbow and not get turned on…

[tallsynn]

Nice update, bro
Looks like some action is coming

[badboy]

Seems like e time is ripe for Bon to get drilled by TS.

Give it to her! That way u wont regret if u think about it in e future..muahaha..



Cheers
Badboy

[whatdoido]

What are u waiting for bro, she already sneak into your bed twice

[lostlilvirg]

Just a short lunch time update.

Bit of trivia: sitting at my desk at lunchtime writing this to the tune of

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My libido woke up, and my dick was straining within my pants. I started stroking her hair idly while her eyes remained glued to the tv screen. Hmm…

I started kissing her hair, then her forehead, one arm around her shoulders, the other playing with her fingers. That finallygot her attention though, and she looked at me, smiling. I lowered my head to hers and we shared our first kiss. Our lips met gently, hers were extraordinarily soft. I kept kissing and nibbling at her lips, and slowly I lowered her down the couch, looming over her.

Bon was not an enthusiastic kisser, as in, she doesn’t go on the offence. She liked to receive the kisses, soft and yielding. We kissed for longest time, the show forgotten. Her soft gasps as I travelled down her neck were music to my ears. I savoured the feel of the soft whiteness of her neck as she offered me her throat. Raining kisses upon her, I had the inexplicable desire to mark her, so I gave her a hickey.

“Ouch! What did you do?” she squealed, but not angrily.

“Just marking you as mine, babes,” I grinned at her. She just kinda, melted, at that point. We kissed again, my lips on hers, and I introduce her to French kissing at some point. As the kiss deepened, I slid my hand up to her chest and started to fondle her breast. Her hand shot up to grip my wrist.

“Lost, too fast,” she protested. I acquiesced to her objections, and just kept on kissing her. The kissing got pretty heated and she was writhing underneath me, which did absolutely nothing to tame my erection.

At some point, she had both arms around my neck, and gazed at me tenderly.

“Promise me, help me trust you, I don’t want to have sex before marriage,” she said to me, looking deep into my eyes. It was a promise I have forever regretted making. But love makes fools out of us all (though I wasn’t in love with her when I made that promise, of course).

“I promise, Bon,” I said, seriously. She closed her eyes and sighed happily. I kissed her again and she pulled one of my hands and put it on her breast. I gently squeezed her breast, the biggest that I’ve had in my palms so far. I kneaded her soft, pliant globe as we duelled with our tongues and enjoyed the moans that went from her mouth to mine.

We kissed for hours, literally. By the time we stopped, it was late at night. She turned the telly off and we prepared for bed. I instinctively knew that I was not going to get any relief that night, so I jacked off in the shower. It was desperately needed. We went to bed together, in her bed. She was dressed in cute pyjamas with tiny rabbits all over.

Bon initiated further kissing while in bed, and soon we were going hot and heavy all over again. I took the chance to unbutton her top, and she allowed me to slip them off. Bon is probably the only girl I’ve dated so far who would prepare for bed while wearing a bra. Maybe due to her size? I managed to take it off without trouble, and feasted my eyes upon her huge knockers. There was a bit of sag to them without the bra, but when she laid down flat on her back, they were just right, perfect.

We kissed eagerly again, this time with both my hands cupping and squeezing and caressing her globes. She let me trail kisses down her neck and to the wonderful set of pillows on her chest. I latched hungrily on a nipple, rolling it with my tongue and sucking it hard.

“Lost, softer please. Be gentle, it hurts,” she whined. Hmm, apparently she was hyper-sensitive there, in the wrong way. Her nipples looked cute on her breasts, small, but the nub itself was big. I flicked the other with my nail and kept licking the one I had in my mouth and had her squirming. I switched teats (or tits? Haha) and continued with my gentle massage of her twin peaks. I didn’t get her to cum, she wasn’t sensitive enough to get off from nipple stimulation, but she was very happy with what I did do. I wanted to take things further that night, but she stopped me.

“Let’s take things slow, honey. Please?” she asked, in a little girls’ voice. I agreed, and we snuggled and fell asleep together…

[jj_jj]

I switched teats (or tits? Haha)..

it's the same bro.. teat is also tit