Fireflies, White Shirt & Other Stories

[Online2Offline]

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It’s all coming back to me, being serviced by XX in Hotel 81 in Geylang from a couple of months ago…

XX detached her mouth from my cock and reached for the side table. She unwrapped the box of condoms hurriedly and capped me. I lay here down and easily inserted by massive cock into her wet pussy. She was like a sex starved pussycat – she used her legs to wrap around mine as I thrusted into her mercilessly. On the one hand her legs somewhat restricted my movement, but it also created the feeling of being desperately wanted as she refused to allow my body to leave hers.

Kneel down, she said. I did as I was told. XX turned around and reversed her ass into my cock, effectively she was fucking me doggy style. All I had to do was keep still in the same position and she moved her butt in various directions to get “comprehensive coverage” of my cock into her pussy. It was also practical because the mezzanine floor’s height was merely 1m, so standing up for action was not an option.

XX switched to cowgirl position and continued riding me at top speed, simultaneously crying out in sexual pleasure. I could hardly get a firm grip on her bouncy breasts as she rode with purpose, my hands kept slipping away. I was actually quite relieved to unload into her several minutes later as I thought my cock would probably snap at the rate she was riding me.

XX removed the condom and sucked my cock. She then re-orientated to “69” position and I ate her dripping pussy. Maybe it was the eel we had for dinner (commonly believed to be “stamina” food), my cock was hard again as she continued blowing me. I kept flicking my tongue across her pussy opening, occasionally inserting it into her sticky hole. I was now ready for round two, but XX refused to unplug her mouth from my cock. I ejaculated into her little mouth.

I want to know how it feels to come in my mouth, XX said, after spitting my sperm into the tissue. She went downstairs and I could hear her brushing her teeth. She came back up to the mezzanine floor with a warm, wet towel and wiped me clean. We pulled the wool blanket over us and hugged each other in the nude. My cock pressed against her butt crack as I hugged her from behind. But my cock did not get hard again. I was completely wasted and tired from the early start I had coming from Beijing.

(To be continued)

[wattonhenry]

Originally Posted by Online2Offline

(Continuation)

It’s all coming back to me, being serviced by XX in Hotel 81 in Geylang from a couple of months ago…

XX detached her mouth from my cock and reached for the side table. She unwrapped the box of condoms hurriedly and capped me. I lay here down and easily inserted by massive cock into her wet pussy. She was like a sex starved pussycat – she used her legs to wrap around mine as I thrusted into her mercilessly. On the one hand her legs somewhat restricted my movement, but it also created the feeling of being desperately wanted as she refused to allow my body to leave hers.

Kneel down, she said. I did as I was told. XX turned around and reversed her ass into my cock, effectively she was fucking me doggy style. All I had to do was keep still in the same position and she moved her butt in various directions to get “comprehensive coverage” of my cock into her pussy. It was also practical because the mezzanine floor’s height was merely 1m, so standing up for action was not an option.

XX switched to cowgirl position and continued riding me at top speed, simultaneously crying out in sexual pleasure. I could hardly get a firm grip on her bouncy breasts as she rode with purpose, my hands kept slipping away. I was actually quite relieved to unload into her several minutes later as I thought my cock would probably snap at the rate she was riding me.

XX removed the condom and sucked my cock. She then re-orientated to “69” position and I ate her dripping pussy. Maybe it was the eel we had for dinner (commonly believed to be “stamina” food), my cock was hard again as she continued blowing me. I kept flicking my tongue across her pussy opening, occasionally inserting it into her sticky hole. I was now ready for round two, but XX refused to unplug her mouth from my cock. I ejaculated into her little mouth.

I want to know how it feels to come in my mouth, XX said, after spitting my sperm into the tissue. She went downstairs and I could hear her brushing her teeth. She came back up to the mezzanine floor with a warm, wet towel and wiped me clean. We pulled the wool blanket over us and hugged each other in the nude. My cock pressed against her butt crack as I hugged her from behind. But my cock did not get hard again. I was completely wasted and tired from the early start I had coming from Beijing.

(To be continued)

TS, VTL to China hasn’t start yet, so you shouldn’t be missing in action. loyal readers here waiting for updates leh.

Hope everything is well on your end.

[maddof]

Very nice, please continue TS

[Online2Offline]

Thanks for your continuous support, wattonhenry and maddof. Was busy with work the past week

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That first night, I was completely wasted and tired from the early start I had coming from Beijing.

The next day, XX brought me to a few places in Dalian. It was my second time in this major port city in Liaoning province, the previous occasion being a very brief work trip about two years prior. Its rich architecture was influenced by the Russians, who apparently were in Dalian some 200 years ago. That night, we had dinner with the couple who visited Singapore when XX was there (where I had to play the role of XX’s boyfriend).

After dinner, the couple sent us back to XX’s apartment in their car. That night, I learnt a little more as XX and I lay in bed chatting. Besides her ailing trading business, XX also lost money in the stock market (she had told me when she was in Singapore). So she went to Singapore and did what she did. But to her friends, she went to work in an aesthetics spa, to gain exposure and possibly start one in Dalian.

During her time in Singapore, she had it rough. She slept 4 to a rented room in Geylang and ate very simple meals to save as much money as possible. She also encountered difficult customers and had no one trustable to talk to. She (said she) felt comfortable with me as I was friendly and softspoken. She confided that she liked my laid back, playful attitude, plus I was good in bed, too. Her limited happy memories in Singapore centred on me. Especially the dinner at East Coast - it was the only time she was outside the Geylang area - she felt she went on a date with a friend. I sympathized with XX, regardless how much truth there was to what she said.

Can you treat me like your girlfriend tonight, XX asked as I looked into her teary eyes.

Can you be my girlfriend tonight, I asked her back.

We locked lips and soon we were all over each other. Psyching myself to be “her man” for the night, I unshackled any and all inhibitions I had about XX, of someone whom I met over a series of commercial sex. I pleased her in whatever way I felt she was responding positively to, from nibbling her ear lobes to lightly flicking my tongue around her areola before sucking her nipples… she even guided my tongue to her most sensitive spot at the Y-area, where she ultimately climaxed.

In return, XX explored every part of my body with her tongue, with particular focus on my cock, balls and ass. By the time she had tongue fucked my anus, I was ready to fuck her brains out. I was not sure how that would work out, as she had already climaxed once earlier after my tongue work. Unfortunately, due to the low ceiling (about 1m) of the mezzanine floor which was the bedroom, our movements were vertically challenged.

Holding on to the railing near the staircase, XX lifted her ass and invited me to doggy her. We were both very high from the earlier foreplay, and the rice wine from dinner also began to kick-in. Like two teenagers discovering the joy of sexual penetration for the first time, we fucked aggressively and noisily. Immediately after I ejaculated, XX turned around, ripped off the condom and sucked my cock until it was lifeless.

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The morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains. I had an afternoon flight back to Beijing. XX had prepared a simple breakfast of porridge and fish at home when I woke up. Over breakfast, XX was upfront: she confessed to having a liking for me, but don’t see how we can maintain a relationship. She viewed our acquaintanceship as part of life’s journey. I did not want a relationship and was quietly happy with the position she took.

Close to 11 o’clock, XX accompanied me downstairs to get a taxi to the airport. I had asked her to stay at home. Through the taxi’s rear-view mirror, it was the last time that I ever saw XX as the taxi drove away. We did not contact each other anymore. I think it is the best option.

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Next: Seoul - the Poet and the upscale Global Escort

As the VTL (vaccinated travel lane) with South Korea comes into effect in mid-November, it reminded me of two ladies in Seoul. One (Kelly) is a poet. She was impressive in many ways but can be moody and unpredictable. Another is a mixed Korean-Irish young lady, Sarah, a hyperactive bunny who would become an upscale global escort.

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Seoul - the Poet and the upscale Global Escort

As the VTL (vaccinated travel lane) with South Korea comes into effect in mid-November, it reminded me of two ladies in Seoul. One (Kelly) is a poet. She was impressive in many ways but can be moody and unpredictable. Another is a mixed Korean young lady, "A", a hyperactive bunny who would become an upscale global escort.

The Poet

From a personal and professional POV, I like Seoul. Korea’s growing “soft power” through its music and movies, especially this past decade, helped a lot. And of course Korean food, and Korean women!

I stay at the same hotel in Seoul most of the time. It’s a great place up in the hills, an enclave dotted with diplomatic residences – the hotel has a vibrant night spot at the basement level.

Typical of my work trips, I spend the first night with business partners, and post dinner we always end in a room salon (hostess bars with private rooms). Other nights were not alcohol fuelled, normally a client dinner and I’m back at the hotel just after 10 o’clock. Then the routine of clearing emails and stuff. And finally, an elevator ride to the basement bar for a drink to wind-down for the day…..

The bar was crowded as usual for a weekday. A lot of movement as people go around the different sections, ‘live’ band area, pool (billiards) area, the dance floor, and so on. Kelly and her friend (Joon) were perched on high stools at the bar counter. It was an opportunistic meeting.

I don’t look like a Korean. The only similarity I have with Koreans is my Singaporean Chinese skin tone. Besides, I am “under dressed” – crew neck t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, smartened up with a blazer. The rest of the guys are in suits (some even with ties), presumably having come from the office.

The Koreans – both guys and gals, can be “pushy” – not in a bad way – given the crowd, everyone tends to brush past, or push a little, to get around. Decidedly, the fastest way to get a drink is to inch your way to the bar counter, find the slightest opening and get the bartender’s attention.

“Hite, please”, I requested (in English), as I squeezed into the tiny opening next to Kelly’s friend, Joon. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kelly and Joon turn their heads to look at me. The bartender brings my drink together with the bill. I ask for a pen and scribble my details, charging it to my room. Amidst the noise at the bar, I heard “Hello, where are you from?” in English. It was Kelly.

“Hi, I’m O2O. From Singapore”. I lifted my bottle of beer and Kelly and Joon clinked their drink glasses on my bottle spontaneously. The ladies didn’t even have to stretch far - I was literally shoulder-to shoulder with Joon, and Kelly was one seat away.

After establishing that I was by myself, Kelly added, “You can join us if you like”. Earlier, I had done a quick eye-scan of the place, there were several good looking ladies around, and I would rate Kelly and Joon as just a notch below the stunning eye candies I spotted earlier. In reality, I was happy just to find a place to rest my drink (plus ease of ordering more drinks later) and people-watch.

As anticipated, the ladies, who spoke good English, asked how I find Korea, and had curious questions about Singapore. We had a few more drinks and by about 1am, the crowd had thinned out. I’ve finished my fourth bottle of beer and wanted to use the rest room.

“Rest room break, I’ll be back”, I said to the ladies. They spoke in Korean. “It’s nice to meet you, I have to leave first”, Joon said. “Kelly will stay”. When I came back from the rest room, Kelly was finishing her drink.

“One more?”, I offered. “No. But can I rest for a while?”, Kelly asked. Instinctively, I wanted to invite Kelly upstairs to my room. But I was mindful I had just met her for less than two hours and she was unlikely to be a commercial sex worker “ready to go”.

“Sure, do you want to sit at the sofa area?”, I replied innocently, seeing that the comfy sofa seats are now available. Kelly (and Joon), and later myself, had been sitting on the high bar stools earlier.

“I’m sorry, O2O, I mean can I lie in bed for a short while, I am tired”, Kelly clarified. I looked Kelly in the eye. Before I could say anything, she said, “I trust you. You seem like a good person.” It indicated that she was asking to rest in my bed.

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[redarrow]

Ha ha this place sound so much like Brix at Hyatt 😅

[Online2Offline]

Originally Posted by redarrow

Ha ha this place sound so much like Brix at Hyatt 😅

Haha, you are right about the place! But it’s called JJ Mahoney’s (which compared with Brix in Singapore, JJ’s is way, way more happening!)

[teoi]

Love to see happenings in clubs

[Online2Offline]

“I’m sorry, O2O, I mean can I lie in bed for a short while, I am tired”, Kelly clarified. I looked Kelly in the eye. Before I could say anything, she said, “I trust you. You are a good person.” It indicated that she was asking to rest in my bed.

I waited for Kelly as she collected her coat (it was winter) from the cloak room. She was about to head towards the escalator, which led to the hotel lobby, when I tapped her wrist.

“There’s an elevator past the shops, it goes directly to the room”, I explained. Kelly put her elbow around mine for support. I sensed she was tired, but not drunk. We walked past several branded shops, part of the hotel complex’s basement shopping area. There was no one else around. Her high heels on the marble floor were the only sound. From basement two, we ascended nearly 20 levels to my room.

“It’s so pretty”, Kelly exclaimed. She was referring to the view across the Han River, as she stood in the living area which had floor to ceiling glass panels. (I was in a so-called Executive Suite, which had a living area and a separate bedroom with an en-suite bathroom).

Kelly placed her coat on the sofa and went to the bathroom. I made myself a cup of hot Korean ginseng tea, lighted a cigarette and marvelled at the beautiful night view across the river. I can get used to this, I thought to myself.

Some 10 minutes later, Kelly came back to the living area. I think she washed her face, otherwise everything else looked the same.

“What time is your work tomorrow?”, she asked. I told her I had a lunch meeting.

“You can rest here tonight if you like”, I told Kelly. “But I have to head out at 11am”.

“Do you respect me, O2O?”, Kelly asked. I wasn’t sure if it was “lost in translation” or if it was “cultural gap” in communications. In any case, I said, “Yes. Why?”

“If you respect me, then I feel comfortable to stay”, Kelly responded. I decided to stop the verbal dance and went straight to the point.

“Kelly, if you trust me, you are very welcome to stay. I respect you, so I will not do bad things to you.” In my (twisted) mind, having a good fuck is not a bad thing; on the contrary, it is a good thing, as long as its consensual.

Kelly nodded approvingly, “I will take a shower”. I took a pair of bedroom slippers from the wardrobe and left it outside the bathroom door, where Kelly had left her high heel shoes. I was beginning to feel tired.

Kelly came out after showering wrapped in the hotel bathrobe. I made her a cup of hot tea and I went to shower. Maybe because the bathroom was enclosed, there was a whiff of perfume scent, the same woody smell I first detected when Kelly walked elbow-in-elbow with me at the basement floor.

When I came out of the bathroom, Kelly was asleep in my bed, nicely tucked under the blanket. I could see her shoulders, she still wore the bathrobe. But I was certain she was not wearing her bra and panties. Because she had folded her dress, bra and panties, and left it in the bathroom.

Till this point, I do not know much about Kelly. She looked in her early 30’s, about 1.7m tall, slim, with shoulder length hair - a little alike to actress Park Shin-hye with shorter hair. I assumed she did well in school, including learning English, or perhaps she studied/worked internationally. I was too tired to think about it.

It was nearly 2am. I set the alarm for 8am on my phone. I sneaked underneath the blanket quietly like a mouse, trying not to wake Kelly. She stirred a little, but continued sleeping. I slept on my left side, on the left side of the bed, intentionally turning away from seeing Kelly. I fell asleep, feeling tired… and intrigued.

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[wattonhenry]

Once again @Online2Offline, I don’t know how you do this kind of thing. I never feel comfortable to do what you did. Fear that I wake up with a kidney missing.

Welcome back by the way! And great updates as usual.

[Online2Offline]

Originally Posted by wattonhenry

Once again @Online2Offline, I don’t know how you do this kind of thing. I never feel comfortable to do what you did. Fear that I wake up with a kidney missing.

Welcome back by the way! And great updates as usual.

Now you’re freaking me out! But seriously, I operate on instincts – rightfully or wrongfully. My initial instinct was Kelly could be a bored divorcee picking me up at the bar! Her watch (Patek) and handbag (Hermes) hinted she was not short of money. Ultimately, it was her mannerism which convinced me she was not a “bad hat”.

[sixtworth]

Very nice story, please continue bro...

[Online2Offline]

Originally Posted by sixtworth

Very nice story, please continue bro...

Thanks for supporting, bro!

[Online2Offline]

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It was nearly 2am. I set the alarm to 8am on my phone. I slipped underneath the blanket quietly like a mouse, trying not to wake Kelly. She stirred a little, but continued sleeping. I slept on my left side, on the left side of the bed, intentionally turning away from seeing Kelly.

I fell asleep, feeling tired.. and intrigued.

The alarm rang at 8am. Kelly was woken up by the alarm as well. It was a surreal feeling. I was sleeping with a stranger, albeit a good looking lady. And as far as I know, I had not made any physical contact with her though we shared the same bed for several hours.

“Joeun achimieyo” (good morning), Kelly greeted me.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well”, I looked at Kelly. She looked beautiful in a dazed and confused way. Maybe it’s her “morning just wake up” look. I got up from bed – I was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts – I do not know if she noticed my morning wood as I had a small erection, a common occurrence for me in the morning.

Quick shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and I was ready for breakfast. Kelly took less than 15min after me, and despite wearing last night’s clothes, she still looked fresh, even without any make-up. We had breakfast at the hotel café.

“When do you go back to Singapore?”, Kelly asked me at breakfast. “Tomorrow afternoon”, I said. “Then I will meet you at the bar again tonight?” Kelly said.

“See you at 11pm”, I replied (I had a client dinner that night). We exchanged Line contact and after breakfast, Kelly took off and I returned to my room.

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There were was a queue of nearly 20 people waiting to get into the popular night spot. I walked right up to the receptionist (usherer) and showed her my hotel key card. (I was aware hotel room guests had the privilege of priority entry).

“O2O!”, someone called out. I turned around and saw Kelly and Joon. The receptionist had scanned my key card, but she did not ask for my name as she had heard Kelly call me.

Funnily, someone else called out “O2O”. I saw it was a young lady. But “not my type”… her waist was bigger than mine…

“Your guests?”, the receptionist asked. Shortly, Kelly, Joon and I were fast-tracked into the night spot. We couldn’t find a seat, so we hung out at the live music area, where an American jazz band was performing. During the band’s break, it was more conducive to talk.

“I am a sales executive with an international company, and I travel within Asia to meet my clients”, I explained what I did for a living, without wanting to be too specific.

“I am a Korean poet and Joon is my friend from my publisher”, Kelly told me. I wanted to make sure I heard her correctly. “So, you are a writer, a poet and Joon works in the publishing company?”

For a moment, I was in awe. How many published poets have you met in your life? It was the first (and to date, the only one) I have ever met!

Joon left before 1 o’clock, just like the previous night. I found out she had to be in the office by 10 in the morning. That evening, I got to know more about Kelly. In a nutshell, she spent part of her teenage years in London, where her father was posted by his employer. Which explained why she was reasonably fluent in English. After returning to Korea, she attended a prestigious Seoul university, studying humanities. She had been writing for nearly a decade, is an only child, and lives alone as her parents are overseas.

“I don’t want to smoke in public”, Kelly said. “Let’s go to your room”.

We shared a bottle of red wine in my room. Kelly bombarded me with questions and thoughts. “How can you live in a country with only one season? You eat the same type of food all year round? I think most men don’t think deep enough…..”

“O2O, you are nice. Most foreign men I meet at the bar wants to sleep with me. Are you gay?”, she went on. I burst out laughing!

“Are you comfortable with me, Kelly?”, I asked her. She smiled. “Then stay for the night”.

“I want to have another cigarette. You can shower first”, Kelly said. “Later, tell me if you are gay or not”. I shook my head in amusement and headed to the bathroom.

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Kelly and I were laying side-by-side in bed. She wore the hotel bathrobe. I don’t know if she wore her bra and panties underneath, coz she showered after me, and I did not bother checking her clothes in the bathroom.

She cuddled up to me and soon fell asleep. I felt the warmth of her breathing on my neck. She had one hand across my chest. My cock stirred. I was very tempted to feel her body. I was torn: the gentleman in me dictated that I should not touch her, after all, she seemed to really trust me. The horny devil in me wanted a comprehensive physical inspection of the beautiful lady who is sharing my bed for a second consecutive night.

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