Full Moon in Singapore - Sex Stories

Full Moon in Singapore

Disclaimer: As I was about to post this, I was struck by apprehension: Would you, my dear reader, think me conceited for the excess mentioning of my penis throughout this tale? Luckily, this sudden apprehension turned out to be no more than a fleeting mirage, for I realised that any scrutiny about my ego could only ever be a fabrication of another ego.

Don't let the skyscrapers and innovations fool you. The denizens of Singapore are governed, like any other modern nation, by superstitions handed down and natural laws that cannot be seen, but that you can feel if you're able to pay close enough attention. Of course, trying to observe the invisible strings that move our materialistic world is a recipe for self-doubt and strangeness. That is where I come in, or if we're committed to accuracy, is how I came.

It all began during one of my post-dinner walks in the park, when I started noticing more women making the rounds than usual. Young bespectacled girls, in fbts clearly a size too small, walking curious and energetic dogs. Flocks of middle-aged Indian expats in colourful sarees in the corners chatting loudly. Sweating Chinese MILFs brisk walking in their tight home clothes, the light of the lamps drawing passing eyes to run up and down the back of their glazed, pale legs.

As I stopped to rest on a bench, I looked up at the sky and glimpsed that distant and mysterious whiteness through a clearing in the canopy. It looked full, and was so captivating that I kept ...

... looking back at it, even with all the action transpiring on the tar tracks. Hell, the fantasies kicked in right there, and I could feel the tension in my pants as I thought about the round butts just casually sauntering around me. Oh, to follow one of these lonely women, maybe escort them to a nice secluded staircase, and really give them a workout...

I snapped out of it. Something across from me demanded my attention. An office lady was seated on the bench on the other side of the track. She was looking right at me. What can you do? I smiled, expecting little miss prim and proper to look away. That would be typical, just a young thing looking for validation. But she held my gaze and returned my smile. Then she slowly lowered her eyes to stare at the bulge that my shorts barely concealed. She bit her lip and squirmed a little, bringing her wonderfully bare knees closer together. Then she got up and toddled off, her heels click clacking. Like nothing happened.

In the old days, this would have been enough to warrant a furious jack off session, multiple open tabs of videos with lookalikes. But I had adopted a new lifestyle; not a drop of cum would I release, not unless it all went into a wet mouth, precious pussy, or tight asshole.

So instead this sad bastard went home and opened up Microsoft Office.

Every subsequent full moon brought fresh data for my spreadsheet; and I quickly began to suspect that when you start observing "natural" and "random" phenomena, the universe ...