Full Moon in Singapore - Sex Stories

Full Moon in Singapore

... this full moon night? The taste of J was still in my mouth. All her holes, strawberries and cream. I hoped they never left.

Spliced with this were flashbacks of Kasevi splayed out on my bed, a leg raised in a final play at shielding her chest from my horndog stare. Her head turned back towards me. Of locking with her dark, sensual eyes in which you could see the universe if you looked long enough, watching her hips gyrate, my hands cupping her tits, sucking on them, teasing circles around her areolae with tongue and finger. Her breathing, sultry and exotic, getting heavier--

I was already out the lift and walking. I hadn't even noticed. I looked up in search of the moon. Nothing. But its influence was still in the air, no questioning that. A part of me was ready to call it a night. A well-deserved shower and slumber awaited, after updating the log, of course.

And yet, I was aware of another part of me, deeper down, that wanted another go on the ride. Admitting that to myself brought about a gentle stirring in my loins, which I presumed quite happily to be my cum replenishing itself and getting ready for the next slut, wherever she was perched.

Two blocks down a feminine cough caught my attention. Turning the corner, I smelt clove and knew that it could've only been Farah.

Farah, who always spent a good two hours or more downstairs, playing games on her phone. Shrouded by the perpetual smouldering from a Sampoerna menthol. I'd approached her many times in the ...

... dead of night, horny and hoping, asking for a light. No matter how I looked at it, she struck me as a thoroughly frigid butch. She kept her eyes on her fucking screen, and when she did say something it was nothing anyone could've used to further the non-conversation. Many times I'd called out to her from a distance as I passed by, only to be brutally ignored.

No words this time, no hoping. I was going in straight up horny, with nothing but some lunar weirdness I didn't halfway understand as my invisible aid. If you can't tell, my general philosophy on life by this point was Fuck It. If the moon can get me laid a third consecutive time, I'll start a religion of moon worship.

I slithered up to Farah and stood with my legs spread, the bulge in my grey trousers obvious and within grabbing distance from her face. It was staring right at her. I lit my Marlboro with my own damn lighter and tucked it back in my pocket. I was certain that my slow fumbling had highlighted the bulge even more. Oh well. I waiting for the next moment to manifest itself.

The sequenced that followed was like a minor but surreal miracle. Farah shifted her phone to one hand, and rested the other just below what was a beer belly at the time, but is now a six pack that could compete with Dante Chen's. Basically the area where the Svadhisthana chakra is located. Thanks, full moon research!

She looked up and smiled. It was a reflex by now; I reached out and patted her head gently, stroked her slightly ...