Jenny's ended adventures

Greg's Therapy - Meeting Greg

2011-04-15T20:19:00.006+08:00

Greg's Therapy

It's been a while since I last wrote any stories here to make my readers feel high. I like to write, but I got bored of writing about my flashing activities. It had been more fun swapping stories with those who wrote to me. So lucky you, a friend shared her experience with me that got me really wet, and I decided to write it down so we can share it with the readers. It's written and lovingly polished by me with lots of imagination and wetness! Hehe...

** The following story is based on a true incident. All names have been changed to protect the parties involved. **

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Greg's Therapy
by Jenny 2011
Part 1 - Meeting Greg

My aunt Margaret works as a masseur and gets to know some really interesting people. Such as the time when she had a really handsome client, Greg, who engaged her service for what she calls testicular massage.

Now my aunt has got this fabulous sets of tits, her cup size is DD and she's popular with male clients. She revealed that younger guys in their 20s seem to enjoy her company too, as she will sometimes notice an erection under the towel. That could have been so embarrassing for the guy, but she's got this ability to put people at ease and turn that into an ice breaker that leads to other topics, such as relationship problems with their girlfriends, or even premature ejaculation. She's in her mid 40s and does have a thing or 2 to teach these young guys. Maybe they find it easier to open up to her because of her motherly manner. But this story isn't about her DD cups. It's about this technique which she has developed for helping guys overcome premature ejaculation. PE means that the guy doesn't have good control and ejaculates earlier than he wishes to during sex. If his ejaculation can be delayed, he doesn't go limp yet and the fun can continue. So this therapy, as she calls it, is really important .

I was really curious and eager to know if it is really possible to strengthen and prolong the erection through massage. She told me about this squeeze technique where she would grasp the guy's cock with one hand and give a firm squeeze at a certain spot, which if done correctly can kill the urge to cum. I got quite wet hearing this because I really enjoy giving a good handjob. I really love how when I bring a guy into ecstasy he can't help but respond to my touch when I press the right buttons. I find it to be very satisfying to explore and find his buttons and gain control over his cock. So now I have one more button to play with and I can stop the guy from ejaculating so I can continue playing with him? I've heard of this squeeze technique, but until now this is just something I've read about on the internet. Now that I've got an experienced practitioner who is willing to coach me on this, I'm really eager to give it a try.

I was overseas and visiting Aunt Margaret in Australia at that time and didn't have my boyfriend with me. Where am I going to find a cooperative cock to practice on? Obviously we felt it wasn't right to let me practice on my uncle. I was staying with my aunt and I would start my tours from there. One evening she told me that she has this client who is open to a joint therapy session, do I still want to do the practice? He's more or less my age and quite an ok guy, so maybe I won't find it too much of a chore to do the therapy with him. I scraped my sightseeing plans without hesitation to join her!

My jaw almost dropped when I saw how good-looking Greg is! He has these beautiful brown eyes framed by long eye lashes! I could hardly believe my good fortune! He looks good enough to be a model. Have I ever seen him on some magazine before?? He's just my type, the kind that I would love to fuck, or give a good handjob to any day! And now he is here for us to play with his cock. No it's not a chore at all! I was busy admiring his good looks and dreaming of stealing a kiss from him, can I be blamed for not paying attention all the way? It's like a wild fantasy come true! He was also busy admiring my legs while we sat on chairs during Aunt's briefing on how the therapy was going to be. It was the right choice to wear a miniskirt today!

"Greg, this is to recap what we've discussed yesterday. The only way to overcome premature ejaculation is through training." Aunt Margaret told us. "How this is done is for you to masturbate and get to the verge of ejaculating, and practice the techniques for holding back and not cum. When you can't take it anymore, we will use the squeeze technique to stop the urge to cum and help you regain control, and you can rest a while before you try again. I will be observing you to see if you need help, but you should also sound off if you're really struggling to hold back. OK? The idea is that you should not ejaculate, because if you can't get hard again, you can't train. So don't tell only after you've started ejaculating, that'd be too late... We need to stop you before you get to that point of no return. To do this, we will grasp your erection and squeeze it at a certain spot to stop the urge to cum. Try not to feel violated... You will need to trust us and be very open with us on where your limits are. We will experience and stretch your limits with you."

Greg looked at her awkwardly. At age 22, he's a young stud, full of lust and you will expect him to have a lot of pride over his cock. He was so embarrassed to tell us that he lasts only 2 minutes when he penetrates his girlfriend. It must have been difficult for him to confess to having a problem like this and to seek help. And help is in the form of being watched while he cums and being told what he is doing wrong. His inadequacy will be on display and under our scrutiny. And now a younger woman (me) is going to teach him how to handle his cock. This can't be easy for him. I really enjoyed observing him squirm in embarrassment, though I kept quiet and didn't tease him. I found his shy smile to be very endearing. Let me assure you that I'm seriously intending to help him and not just have fun at his expense. I feel sorry for him and sincerely hope he does learn better control and last longer when he has sex.

"I guess so." Greg shrugged his shoulders and tried to look cool about it. "You've told me that I need a partner to squeeze for me. Is Jenny going to be doing this?"

"Yes, Jenny will be doing most of the squeezing since you've kindly agreed to let her do her training on you. I will do a demo to show her how to do the squeeze, and she will practice it on you. I will be here to supervise the whole session, and I will be passing on tips to help you with your training. You need to work hard at not ejaculating, so you should focus on the holding back and leave the rest to her. Let her do the arousal for you as well, unless you mind having an attractive girl like Jenny masturbate for you? No? That's good. She will keep you on the edge of ejaculating, you work at not cumming. How does that sound?"

He grinned sheepishly, looking at my face, my tits and my miniskirt. I was wearing a button down tank top with the top button off. I shifted in my chair and leaned forward a little so he can have a better view down my cleavage. I wouldn't want him to say he prefer my aunt to wank him!

"You don't mind helping me, do you?" He asked me.

I don't mind at all! I'm so looking forward to seeing how he will react to my touch, and finding his buttons and learning how to make him squirm with pleasure. I will be teasing him and pushing him to his limits, at the same time encouraging him to hold back and not cum. What a delightful torture that will be! This will be a very intimate experience for us, even more than a normal handjob, because we will see him at his most vulnerable and helpless state when he is on the brink of cumming, and fighting for control over his cock, struggling not to cum while I'm pushing his buttons. I'm so looking forward to making him surrender and blow his load in my hands! I'm 2 years younger than he is and I'm going to train him on controlling his cock!

"You are kind enough to let me practice on... you...," I said to him as sweetly as I could, "So I think it's the least I can do! I'd be glad to help you with your training. Aunt is teaching me how to do the squeeze. But I think I know how to make you cum..."

I tried to look confident and have an assuring manner, as if I'm a professional, just like Aunt said I should. He is going to entrust his jewels to us and we should make him feel like he is in good hands. Greg shrugged again and said OK. I don't think he has realised yet that he is going to give me tremendous control over him during the therapy later on. I'm sure he knows that despite his best attempt to resist my teasing, he's going to ejaculate helplessly in my hands eventually. Talk about helplessness and inevitability! But maybe he doesn't realise how much I'm looking forward to this. I wonder if he will feel violated if he knows!

Aunt Margaret is done with the briefing and asked, "Greg, do you need to pee? You can't cum and pee at the same time and if you have a full bladder, it's going to interfere with your ability to control your ejaculation."

"I've peed before the briefing, I'm good to go."

"I hope you've washed your penis really clean, cos I'm going to touch it later on!" I quipped cheekily. Should I offer to help him wash it?

But Greg insisted that he has washed it already. He went behind a screen in a corner of the room so he could disrobe in privacy. I would have enjoyed seeing him strip, if he hadn't minded. I confessed to Aunt Margaret that he is so cute and I will be so happy to work on him! She smiled at me knowingly and warned me not to get too carried away later and push Greg too hard. We're about the same age and she's sure he finds me attractive too, so she thinks he can't take much teasing from me. He probably can't cum more than 2 or 3 rounds, so I shouldn't make him cum too fast and waste his shots. Greg soon walked back naked to the bed where we were waiting, holding his clothes in his hand. His cock was already semi-hard but still hanging down and swung prettily as he walked. His balls were a little low hanging, and they made a nice pendulum, very eye-catching. He looks like a statue of a greek god, with a nicely buffed body, chiselled mid-section and good sized genitals! He looks good enough to be a swimwear or underwear model! I will be happy to get my hands on his well-defined "6-pack" abdominal muscles, not just his cock. He caught me gawking at him and raised his eyebrows and looked a little embarrassed. I hope I wasn't drooling yet!

He got onto the bed and made himself comfortable. There was a pillow under his head so that he could see how we ravish, ahem, train his cock later on. Standing just beside him, I had a good view of his cock. I leaned against the side of the bed and held on, my hands inches away from his exposed stiffy, very much within reach. It was only half grown and wasn't so erect yet that it was pointing stiffly. I enjoyed seeing the heavy blood-filled shaft flop around as he adjusted himself.

Then I realised what was different. The cock head is already completely exposed - this cock has been circumsized! This is the first time I'm seeing (and soon, touching) a circumsized cock in real life, and it does look really good with no foreskin covering the head even while it's only half erect. Years later, I still have a preference for circumsized cocks, and I think this session with Greg had a very strong influence on me. I stood on his right side and Aunt Margaret on his left. He saw us move up close to him and smiled at us awkwardly. Following Aunt's lead, I placed my hands behind my back.

"Feeling all right?" Aunt Margaret asked. "I'm going to touch your penis now, and I'll be putting lots of oil on it to avoid having friction. We don't want you to have too much sensation yet, so I'll be starting slow and I will build up the sensation gradually. This is for us to explore your sensitivity and find out how much sensation to give you. I'll start, Jenny will observe for a while and then take over. Ok?"

And with that, Aunt Margaret lubricated her hands quite thoroughly and then ran the back of her finger along the side of his cock. It twitched a little at being touched for the first time. Greg's face remained impassive, his beautiful eyes staring at the ceiling, determined to ignore the hand teasing his cock. She then ran her fingertips along the top side, then underneath, then grasped the shaft near the root with her thumb, index and middle fingers, and pulled it gently, letting it slide along her slippery fingers. She would reapply oil to her fingertips before doing this pull again, and repeated several times. She rotated her wrist so that she is touching different parts of the penis each time and putting oil all over it such that it is now gleaming very nicely. Greg's penis jerked to life obediently with each pull, pointing higher and extending longer and looks pretty stiff by now.

"Now Greg, I'm going to be touching your glans." Aunt Margaret told Greg. "That's the exposed head of the penis and is the most sensitive part. You should be more or less fully erect now and your glans will be a lot more sensitive than before. This will make you very aroused and push you towards an ejaculation. So I need you to relax and get used to the sensation. Try not to think about it, because the anticipation can sometimes cause a guy to cum faster."

"Jenny, I want you to pay attention to his reaction when I touch his glans. If he looks like he is too tensed up and going to blow soon, I'm going to stop and let him rest and calm down. I want you to pay attention when you do it later so you don't overdo it. Don't make him cum too early."

She took more oil and dripped it onto the cock head. Then very gently trailed the tip of her index finger over the head, from the fat part of the crown to almost the pee hole, back onto the fat head, followed the contour and circled around it a few times. All this while Greg was gripping the side of the couch, it's obvious that his cock head is very sensitive and the sensations are getting to him. Watching him being teased slowly by my aunt, I can feel myself getting wet, and I haven't even touched him yet!

I had been watching how big his cock is going to grow to, and it's a pretty good size already. It should be completely erected by now. It's straight, without much irregularities or features, and some veins at the sides. On the whole it looks very presentable. I would even describe it as a "textbook" sample of what a cock should look like. His pubic hair is short and neatly trimmed, but thick and will be very bushy if he had not trimmed it. His cock is not overly huge, but it's a good size and is going to be very much a handful for me later on. I could be a little biased, but I think it's the perfect size for his height and build. I'm definitely not disappointed.

Aunt Margaret grasped the cock with one hand and gave a few slow pumps.

"How are you, Greg? Is this making you very tense? Are you going to blow? Remember to sound off if you feel yourself getting too aroused and unable to hold back. Now I'm going to do the squeeze on you so you know what it feels like. I'm going to let you try it now, before you get too aroused."

She placed her thumb on the underside of the penis, her index finger on the other side, just below the glans. Then she squeezed, and Greg gave a soft grunt. She held it for a while until he relaxed. She told us that Greg's cock head is very sensitive and that I should be careful with it. But I will need to touch it later on as part of the therapy, since it will enter the vagina first and Greg needs to get used to the sensation.

And on to round 1.

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Greg's Therapy - Round 1

2011-04-14T20:20:00.004+08:00

Greg's Therapy
by Jenny 2011
Part 2 - Round 1

And finally, it was my turn to touch Greg! Aunt Margaret's demo was only a short while, but I was so looking forward to this that it had felt like a very long wait. She is deliberately talking in a detatched and clinical manner, as if she is doing physiotherapy with him, but I'm so excited to have this incredibly good-looking guy naked and in front of me, his cock pointing stiffly in the air and waiting for my teasing! I'm serious when I told him I want to help him overcome his PE problem. After all, I sincerely want him to last as long as he can in my hands and be able to play with his cock for as long as I can.

"Greg, how are you doing so far? Let me know if you want me to slow down or to squeeze ok?" I tried to have a confident tone and to put him at ease despite the butterflies in my tummy. With so much anticipation behind my first encounter with his cock, I'm so nervous myself!

My hands finally came out from behind me, eager to meet Greg's erection. I grasped the middle part of his waiting cock with one hand, trying to observe his breathing pattern and the tension in his muscles like Aunt Margaret said I should. My hands tend to get very cold in aircon rooms. It feels so good to grip his cock and feel the hot blood in it! He gasped when he felt my cold hands on his cock. I gave it a little squeeze, enjoying the feel of its hardness. It's been properly wakened and ready for sex. I soon felt a lot more at ease with his cock in my hand like this, quietly surrendered for me to explore! I adjusted my grip, feeling how my fingers wrap around the shaft, not unlike how I would try out a new tennis racket. I then placed my left hand at the root of his cock and my right hand beside it, just covering the head. I like to measure cocks in this way. Some are longer and the head will stick out beyond my 2 hands, some come up to the middle of my right palm only. Greg's is a good size and feels just right in my hands.

"Your hands feel so small and smooth! And cold!" Greg exhaled. He seemed so awkward! But I would also feel embarrassed if I were the one lying down, naked, and being someone else's sex toy! I made it a point to inject some warmth into my voice and help him be at ease.

"My hands get cold from the air-con. But that's good, isn't it? The sensations will keep you hard. Does this feel the same as when you wank?"

"No, the way you grip it feels different. This feels very good."

I like to get my hands comfortable on a cock before I really start working on it, especially on the first encounter. I like to feel the size and compare against others in my memory. I like to observe the guy as he gets touched for the first time. Some are impatient, some are vulnerable like Greg, and feels a little violated. But all are just as horny at this point and won't want to stop. And allowing me to explore at my pace puts me in control. Part of the fun is in watching their reaction when their precious is in my control. They will put up with my teasing because I make it fun for them too. I would chat a little with Greg and crack a joke here and there. I want him to be relaxed and enjoy what I'm making him feel. I want to connect with this gorgeous guy, I don't want to just violate him. I don't want him to feel raped...

After getting acquainted with his joystick, I switched to using both hands, pulling it between 2 well-oiled palms, gently at first and then more firmly. I want him to enjoy the sensation for now.

He's looking at me now, not staring at the ceiling. I smiled at him and caressed his crown gently with my fingertips. That got a delicious shiver out of him. And then without warning, I gave him my first squeeze for practice. I circled his shaft with my thumb and forefinger, following my aunt's demo. I pressed in firmly with my thumb. I didn't know how hard to press, but he didn't complain and I guess I didn't press too hard. I held my thumb down, counted to 10 and then let go.

That was the end of my gentle start to his teasing. From then on, I explored his cock more earnestly, varying the tightness of my grip and speed of my pump, sometimes using both hands, sometimes pumping with 1 hand while I fondle his balls with the other. I would hold his balls in my hand, weigh them, and rub my thumb over each individual nut in the loose sack. Sometimes I would hold gently and give his balls a downward pull while I'm grazing his cock head with my other hand. All this while he was looking at me playing with his cock and balls. I think he was having as much fun as me!

It was fun observing him as he enjoyed the different sensations. He moaned softly and his mouth opened slightly, his breathing getting heavier. Precum was starting to leak from his pee hole and I wiped it off with my forefinger. That got another grunt from him and he closed his eyes and tried to relax. It's getting to him now. I remember that I was smirking. Yes, now he's letting me have my way with his sensitive cock. It's my toy now and I'm not going to ask him for permission anymore. I would have stuck the finger in my mouth to taste his juice, but aunt was looking keenly at what I was doing, and I wiped the precum on another part of his glans instead. I spread it around his cock head, adding to the lubricant.

"Enjoying yourself, Greg?" I teased. "You're getting wet."

"Greg you need to hold back," Aunt Margaret cut in. "Don't lose yourself in the sensations and ejaculate yet."

"Oh shit. You'd better slow down, Jenny. It feels too good. I'm not going to last long." Uncertainty crept into Greg's voice.

"No, I want you to get to the brink of an ejaculation soon so that you can practice your holding back." I insisted. I wanted him to work at it. This isn't a handjob, it's training! I continued to play with his cock at my pace.

"Greg, you need to start holding back. I want you to think about something else and take your mind off the sensations and what we're doing now. Distract yourself so that you don't ejaculate so quickly. Let's chat about your hobbies." Aunt Margaret was passing on the techniques of how a guy can delay his ejaculation.

All the while, as her assistant, I'm continuing to apply pressure on Greg, pushing him to the cliff. He'd better learn fast. It's always satisfying to see the effect I can have on a guy when his erection is in my hands. I love seeing how he can't hold back anymore and cums in my hands. I love having someone as sensitive as Greg because he is so vulnerable to my teasing and I get to enjoy his reaction very quickly. The best part is that unlike in a normal handjob, he is not in a hurry to cum. He is fighting a futile battle not to cum. I'm bullying his cock and he can only endure and strive to keep it under his control, and we both know his control is poor. It doesn't get more fun than this! His hands soon tightened into fists, held beside his body and occasionally he would grunt with the effort of trying to ignore how I'm ravishing his cock. The anguish is all over his gorgeous face.

I watched his body tense up as I pumped his cock steadily, fingering his cock head from time to time. If it were just the 2 of us, his cock would have entered my mouth by now. I wasn't really paying much attention to his hobbies. In fact I had almost forgotten that I need to stop him before he ejaculates. I know he's getting there but I was having so much fun working my well-oiled hands over his cock and balls and enjoying his soft moans and grunts!

"Jenny you need to squeeze him now." Aunt Margaret told me, tapping me on the shoulder.

Apparently Greg was sounding off that he's near and needs help but I was so engrossed in my play that I had missed his cue! But it's not too late yet. I grasped his cock just under the glans and gave a firm squeeze, just as I did before. I felt his cock twitch under my grasp this time and I held on to it for a minute or so. I stared at him now, observing how his tension slowly subsided as he loses the urge to cum. So now I've made his cock very responsive to my teasing, brought it to the brink of his first ejaculation, and also found the button to stop him from cumming. It feels very satisfying to gain such control over his cock. It feels almost as if I own it and it obeys my touch. And by extension, I own its gorgeous owner, Greg. It's such a thrill to have this much power and control! I must have been grinning by now.

"Well done, Jenny. You've stopped him from a premature ejaculation. Now we'll let Greg rest for a little while before we continue with the next phase." Aunt Margaret did the talking to fill in the time until we could get started again. She explained how Greg should work towards controlling his muscles and hold back by himself and not rely on the squeeze. He wouldn't want to have to pull out of the vagina to squeeze the cock head every now and then. I was told to simulate a vagina with my hand and Greg will practice vagina penetration. I would have volunteered my own vagina, but not in front of my aunt!

Doing it my aunt's way, I formed a cup with my hand and closed up my fingers and thumb to form sort of a tunnel. Placing my fingertips on Greg's cock head, I slowly pushed my hand downwards and his cock head slid into the tunnel until it reached my palm. I allowed my fingers to slip slightly apart as I pressed down so that they were just grazing his glans. That gentle tickling got him to twitch satisfyingly in my "vagina". When he reached my palm, I pressed down on it firmly for just a second and closed my fingers to grasp his shaft with a firmer grip. Does that feel tight like his girlfriend's vagina, I teased him. He didn't reply, his eyes staring at the ceiling. I then pulled back out slowly and let his cock slide all the way out. With my small hands, I reach only halfway down his shaft and I know I will be able to tease only the more sensitive end of his tool with this technique. I was really gentle when I did this as I didn't want him ejaculating into my palm like this. I want to be holding his cock when it explodes and I want to feel it spasm and shoot out his semen.

Aunt Margaret is saying that she will normally use plenty of lubricant when working on the glans, but we don't need as much since Greg has a lot of precum, and I can just gently spread it around the head. So I took my time to do the spreading, rubbing the sticky juice between my thumb and forefinger and pulling it off his pee hole like strands of spiderweb. I think my aunt guessed how much I love playing with precum. It keeps on leaking out as long as I have my fingers on the cock head. Yeah, that's a lot of precum, I teased him. He lifted his head to look at my playing and grinned at me, but didn't reply. He's busy trying to maintain his composure while I'm stimulating his glans. I grasped its 2 sides and rubbed it back and forth between my sticky digits. That got him moaning, and gave me more of his natural lube. I kept it up until I have coated the entire glans with his own juice. Just for the fun of it, i raked one of my fingernails across his lubricated cock head and made him gasp. He wasn't expecting that! Vaginas don't have fingernails.

I continued with the "vaginal penetration" and did it with a bit more force this time. Real sex isn't half as gentle as this! He was breathing hard by now. I held my fingers tightly together and pressed down onto his cock head so that it forces my fingers apart. When I've pushed all the way down and my palm touches his wet slick, I would move my palm a little to distribute the precum over the rest of the head. Pulling back out until only half the head was still inside, my fingers lingered for a while before I push back in again. I did this a few times and he was soon clenching his fists, his tight abs were moving up and down as he grunted and took short, sharp breaths.

"Greg, do you need a squeeze?" I asked.

"Greg you've done well so far, you can let it out when you can't hold back anymore. We can continue after you rest a while." Aunt Margaret countered.

"Ok let's see if you can resist for another 2 minutes." I sang out to Greg teasingly.

In between the in-out fucking with my hand, I gently fondled the sides of his cock head between my fingers, rubbing back and forth between them, and tickled with the side of my nails. That got a protest from him, an animal-like growl. My other hand was cupping his balls and I could feel them being pulled back into his body. He's very near now. That wasn't anywhere near 2 minutes. In his very aroused state, the gentle tickling of his cock head pushed him over the cliff, past the point of no return, and he's going to cum in my hands! I know he can't hold back anymore!

"I'm cumming!" he gasped.

I switched my grip and held onto his shaft to feel his orgasm. The hard cock convulsed in my hand and the first white stream of cum shot out of the pee hole and landed on his abs. I tried to hold it as steady as I could while his hips buckled and caused his gun to point all over the place. I didn't want him to shoot all over my clothes. Some more shots erupted and I seem to remember whooping while he was moaning in ecstacy. I loved the feeling of him throbbing in my hand and his general state of helplessness when his body goes through an ejaculation and buckles wildly. And when it was over, I held his cock in my hand as it deflated. It is now very sensitive and I patted it tenderly with my other hand. I played with the semen that continued to ooze out between my fingers.

I then wiped my sticky fingers on his thighs and rested one hand on his abs, still holding his softening penis with the other. I enjoyed the feel of his hard abdominal muscles, wet with perspiration, pumping as if he had run a mile. Very manly.

"Did that feel good?" I asked him quietly.

"That was awesome... So intense..." he seemed to have just woken from his enjoyment.

"Is it like this when you masturbate?" I probed.

"No... It's so much better when you were doing it... It's incredible... how you were teasing and tickling me... The way you were playing made it so much more intense than when I was wanking..."

I would like to think that I did a better job than his girlfriend, but it's probably best that I don't ask. I'm sure she will be surprised after Greg's new experience.

"Want to do it again?"

"sure..."

"Let me clean you up first. You're all covered in sticky gooey white stuff."

"Yes and it's all your fault!"

Continue with round 2.

Greg's Therapy - Round 2

2011-04-13T20:20:00.005+08:00

Greg's Therapy
by Jenny 2011
Part 3 - Round 2

I would have licked his cum off my fingers and sucked him dry if Aunt wasn't around. Instead I took the box of tissue paper and cleaned the cum off my hands, the couch and his thighs. Then I took some more tissue and patted his shrivelled cock. The tissue got soggy and one part broke off and stuck to his shaft. I tried to scrape it off with my fingernail and had to press in a little because the skin is now wrinkled and trapping the tissue. He squealed a little and I laughed.

"Oh I'm so sorry! Did that hurt?" I teased him. "There's some tissue stuck to your cock, and I'm trying to get it off. The poor thing is still super sensitive isn't it, making you squeal like that? It's so sticky with all that lube. Do you think we should use less next round?"

I talked while scraping the tissue fragment off the side of his cock. I was so amused to see him clench his fists and keeping his mouth shut so he wouldn't squeal like a girl again. He's so much fun even when he's softened!

"You know what, Greg, I'm going to clean your cock head now. It's still got lots of juice on it. Do you think the paper will break off this time?"

He tried to sit up and told me he will clean it himself, but I would have none of it.

"Just relax, Greg! I will take good care of it! I promise I will be gentle with it. I will use my fingertips and not my nails."

"No nails! No nails!"

"Ok no nails, I promise you. Trust me! I know what I'm doing." I was almost begging him to let me have my way with his cock head. I love it when he's so vulnerable now and so jumpy now, afraid I will do something harsh on his exhausted cock. I placed my hands on his buffed body, stroked his hard pecs on his chest, looked into his eyes and made soothing sounds to calm him down, telling him to trust me. The thing is that, yes I would love handling his post-orgasmic cock and watch him squirm, but what I really want now is for him to say yes and to agree to what I say. He has given me so much control while he was hard and I want him to continue being submissive to me. I hope I haven't played him too hard and frightened him off.

And before he tried to get up again, I very quickly wiped the tissue on his cock head. He saw me looking down and tried to sit up and stop me, but I was already done. It was a fresh sheet of tissue and didn't disintegrate, fortunately. I smiled at him and said, "See, I told you I'll be gentle with it. Didn't we tell you that you need to trust us to help you and that you need to be open with us? I know your penis will be so sensitive right after an ejaculation. Let me take care of it. Just relax."

His 6 pack abs were slick with perspiration from the effort of fighting for control. He got off the bed when I'm done cleaning him up and walked over to the table where Aunt Margaret had glasses and water waiting. I enjoyed the sight of his deflated cock and balls moving as he swung off the bed and walked around. We chatted a bit after his drink. He stood leaning against the bed, his shriveled penis dangling down between his legs. It's probably as small as it will get, I think. I'm always curious to know how much it grows.

I pulled a chair over and questioned him on how he would normally wank, how long he would last, whether he tries to hold back or cum as quickly as he can. He seems so much more open now and freely answered all my questions. Well after getting so acquainted in round 1, this is something like pillow talk. I also took the liberty of wiping his glans again early on during the chat when I saw his tip leaking again. Probably some residue. I was pleased to see that he hardly flinched this time. He's getting comfortable with me. I enjoy taking such liberties without having to ask!

I also noticed him looking at my boobs when he thought I wasn't looking. Not the most discreet thing to do when your penis is naked and inches away from me! It didn't stay limp for long, not when he is confessing his sexual preferences. I reached out and lifted his cock when it started to twitch and grow a bit longer. It seems to have recovered from its earlier ordeal. It's still more limp than erect and felt so much lighter than when I was cleaning it up earlier on. Hardly any blood in it yet.

"Greg, if you feel like you can get hard again, we should continue." Aunt Margaret reminded us. "Maybe we will have time for even round 3 or 4 if we can start soon. Would you like that?"

"I don't really know... I would like to see how long I can last this time."

"If you resist for too long and dun cum, you might get blue balls. That'd hurt." Aunt told him.

"I've heard of that. Maybe I should give it a try while you're here to guide me?"

"Have you ever given blue balls before, Jenny? No? It's quite simple really. Just play him slowly, keep him hard and give lots of stimulation so that semen builds up in his balls. Don't let him cum, and he will feel a dull ache when enough fluid has accumulated. It may take a while though."

"First, let's get you hard again." I told Greg.

I dropped my tank top and bra and stood very close to him, my nipples a couple of inches from his chest. The cold air in the room made my nipples hard and erect. I know he likes breasts. I had noticed him looking at Aunt's pair during the briefing. She was wearing a tight black and bared a bit of cleavage. Very decent, except that she's so big that he actually got to look into her deep valley. With a pair of 34C boobs, i wasn't used to having them ignored. But mine were overshadowed by my aunt's during the briefing, and then he was so focused on his cock after that. My boobs finally got his attention now that they are bared and pointing at him. Looking into his eyes, enjoying his attention and signs of growing excitement on his face, I reached with one hand and grabbed his cock again. Yes, he definitely like what he is seeing. I'm sure he can get hard again without me needing to bare my breasts, but this is more fun! I hope my aunt don't complain!

"Want to touch them?" I whispered at him.

He reached out with his hands and gently caressed my boobs, weighed them with his hands, thumbed my hard nipples and pinched a little. I gasped and tried not to flinch. Not when his touch felt so good! I squeezed his cock in my hand. Semi-hard and still growing. I hadn't teased it yet. I was just holding it, enjoying the feel of it growing from almost zero to a full erection in my hands. I have to use both hands to hold it now. We stood there for a while longer, playing with each other. We might have locked lips if Aunt Margaret had not interrupted us.

"Greg, are you OK to let me measure your length and girth? Of your erection, I mean. I always do that with clients who come for this particular therapy."

Greg didn't mind and climbed onto the bed as instructed. Despite his heavy breathing, he actually seemed more relaxed than he had been during the first round. Maybe having cummed in front of us already, there isn't much more that he can still be shy about. His cock is stiff and straight now. Aunt Margaret got a tape measure and placed it along the length of his stiffy and called out the measurements. 5.5 inch length from root to crown. 5 inch girth around the thickest part of the rod. Quite a good size, she assured him. I wondered idly if she records the measurements somewhere. I had done my measurement earlier with my hands and I know that his is a good size and feels comfortable in my hands. Neither too big nor too small. Just perfect! But it is good to have numbers too.

When aunt was done, I stood over his abs, midway between his hands and his cock. His hands roamed over my tits when mine roamed over his rod. I enjoyed his gentle touch, but I can use only one hand when I stand so near. This is cramping my style, so to speak.

"Let me give you a good wank to warm you up first..." I smiled at him.

He murmured his approval and I moved away from his hands, which trailed down to my nipples and finally dropped away. I knew my panties were really soaked now. If he were to see them later on, he will know how aroused he's made me too.

I got the oil and started pumping him earnestly with 2 hands. I went at him with what I've got for half a minute and his fists were again clenched at his sides. I don't think he's going to cum so soon the second time round?

"Are you going to cum already, Greg? Do I need to squeeze you off?"

"No, not yet, but it feels so good!"

His handsome face is a pleasure to look at, especially when he is lost in his pleasure and not as guarded as in the first round. His eyes rolled back again he started his soft moans again. Before too long, he started leaking precum again.

"Give me some of your lube, Greg." I teased him.

I dipped one finger into the small pool of clear fluid oozing out of his pee hole and spread it gently across his glans. It's a barely-there, ticklish feeling, a change from the hard and fast pumping I had just given him earlier. I bent down and whispered to him, asking if he can feel what I'm doing to him, if he knows what I'm going to do next. I know he can feel my touch. His cock twitched and jumped away from my finger and that is as good as flinching. I held his balls in my left hand, thumbing his marbles gently. Then I rubbed my palm over his cock head to check how slippery it is. I slid my right hand up his shaft, reached the crown and dragged my whole palm over his glans, pressing down lightly. My middle finger trailed over his pee hole for the added sensation. That got him gasping for air. I sniggered.

His precum isn't quite enough yet. I gently teased the sides of his crown with my fingertip. He twitched, and oozed a bit more.

"I'm going to pinch your glans, Greg. Try not to cum yet... You know how disappointing that will be for both of us..."

I lightly pinched the sides of his cock head between my thumb and finger, taking care not to catch my fingernail on it. They are all well lubricated with oil and precum and it slipped out from between my digits. I got a good grip on the side of his cock head on my second try and that drove him wild. It was incredible seeing him twitch and throb when I'm holding him by the corner of his cock head. He groaned and buckled and shook off my fingers momentarily.

"Greg! Are you trying to escape from my fingertips? Why? You're not going to cum already are you?" I teased him.

"I... I couldn't help it. You know how it sometimes twitches by itself." I think he was a little bit embarrassed at being unable to endure the teasing. I love playing with this guy!

"I want to train up your cock head so that you can ensure such sensations without flinching. You want to last really long, don't you? But I will need to lubricate you again."

He's leaking a lot of precum. I held onto his shaft with my left hand and spread his juice over the head with my right, but not so gently now. He can take so much more teasing than the first round and I was having so much fun using my hands! He kept twitching in my grasp but I'm more familiar with his body now and I know he's not going to ejaculate yet. I kept changing what I was doing to him. Sometimes I will tell him what I'm going to do, sometimes I just stop for a while and touch him again after a pause. Sometimes I'm gentle, sometimes less so. He doesn't know what to expect and all this anticipation is playing tricks on his mind and wearing him down. I can hear his grunts of frustration. I love having a willing participant like this! But he is definitely getting nearer to the point of no return.

"Hey you'd better not cum yet! This is too early!" I warned him and gave him a good squeeze to bring him back. "Don't cum yet... You're not allowed to cum yet."

He groaned a little. I drive him so wild and then I press his off button. I think he's frustrated. I control his cock now. When he was back from the brink of ejaculating, I let go of my toy and moved towards his upper body.

"I'm going to let your cock rest for a while. But I don't want it to soften. You can use your hands..."

His hands eagerly resumed playing with my breasts and nipples. They were clearly making him very happy and his mouth was open in wonder. He seemed particularly fond of tweaking my nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. He was gentle about it and I thought it would be best if he doesn't know how much of a turn-on it is for me. I rested my hands on his hard chest and abdominal muscles, enjoying the feel.

"You like my big, erect nipples don't you, Greg?" I asked him, as evenly voiced as I could manage.

"Yeah, they're fun. Do you like what I'm doing?"

I kept quiet. He looked at me, trying to find some evidence of enjoyment in my expression. I reached out one hand to touch his waiting cock and check how hard it is. It doesn't get any softer at all from the rest it's getting, maybe my tits are helping a bit.

"Good. I want you to stay hard."

I stepped away from his hands and resumed my teasing on his jewels. A short rest is all I'm letting him have. A short grope from him is all I dare permit myself to enjoy. I didn't want to start moaning!

We repeated this tease-squeeze-rest cycle a few rounds, sometimes without the squeeze and I just slowed down and got him to practice holding back by himself. It took less and less to bring him to the brink with each round. I know that the squeeze doesn't totally remove the urge to cum. It just suppresses it for a while and he's still very sensitive. If I continue teasing again right after squeezing, I risk him spewing his load uncontrollably. He continued to leak his natural lubricant and his cock was like a volcano waiting to explode. His whole body was slick with perspiration and he was in agony. So near to cumming, yet I would not finish the job and I even put him through the indignity of being squeezed to slow him down! I think he's building up a mind-blowing orgasm now.

"How is it, Greg? Are your balls hurting yet?" I purred, caressing them gently in my hands. I tugged them downwards and his cock swayed towards me.

"Maybe you should stop for 10 minutes or so." Aunt Margaret advised. "Let him rest longer so he can focus on the sensations building up in his balls."

Greg looks as if he's going to say something, maybe protest that he doesn't want to wait 10 minutes in this agony. Maybe that he doesn't want the blue balls anymore. But to his credit he kept quiet and he's going through this like a man. As only a man can, with a stiff and aching cock that is pointing up in the air like a flag pole, lonely and unloved. His flag post drooped from the lack of attention and leaked a small pool of precum on the bed. I would let him play with my tits from time to time. Not enough to get him fully hard, but his cock is kept alive and he is kept horny.

Aunt Margaret finally announced that it's been 10 min, does he wish to wait any longer? Greg says he's had enough of the blue balls and can I make him cum please? I walked back to the bed and looked at his supposed blue balls. His cock is now lying on top of his balls, flaccid and less than half its full size. I lifted it with my thumb and forefinger and prodded the balls with my middle finger. His balls are the low-hanging type and it should be easier to tell when they are heavy. I used my other hand and lifted his sack with my fingertips and tried to weigh them. Do they feel heavier than when I was touching them earlier in round 1? Is it just my imagination?

"Are you sure they're full already? Maybe they can hold some more juice. Should I tease a bit more?"

I stuck a finger in my mouth, tasting the mix of lubricant and his precum. I collected a bit of saliva at the fingertip and used that to nip his glans again. It twitched and soon came back to life. I stepped within range of his hands, I didn't want him to get fully erect by himself and lose my excuse to let him grope me. I wanted to enjoy one more time, probably the last time. A naughty idea came to my mind while I was waiting for Greg to feel his pain. I'm going to make him scream and beg for mercy later, but if I really do that to him, I don't dare trust him to be gentle with my nipples after that.

Greg has such tender caresses and he's so fond of my boobs. He would make a good lover if he can really last longer. He couldn't put his mouth on my nipples with Aunt around. Oh, she smiled knowingly at me when i looked at her. She knows I'm having as much fun as Greg. I was already so aroused from playing him earlier, I might be able to cum if he continue tweaking my nipples like this. But I don't want them to know. I'm not sure if Aunt is going to tell my parents what I've been up to and I don't want to take too many liberties with her client!

And now for his second climax. I stepped away from his hands again and lubricated my hands one more time. I grabbed his cock, which is rock hard by now. I started with a few strokes, paying plenty of attention on his glans. I'm by now familiar with his body language and could tell that he is again approaching his point of no return.

"Greg, I'm going make it a big one for you. Let me know when you're ready to cum and I'll make it mind-blowing for you. You won't feel the pain in your balls after you cum. You will feel much much better."

That is not entirely true. I think he is going to be in a lot of pain in just a while. But he'll get over it and it will be a good experience for him. I hope he won't get too upset. He did ask for pain so I'm giving him extra service, in a way.

I continued to pleasure his cock and make it throb in my hand. With a groan, his ejaculation started and he is now at his most vulnerable. I gripped the base of his cock with my left hand, holding it firmly so it doesn't spray onto my hair later. With my right hand I rubbed his glans and added to the mind-blowing orgasm I had promised him. The first shots of cum erupted from between my fingers. His cock twitched and his whole body convulsed. My grip on him isn't holding him down when his whole body is arched and tensed up. It's more like I'm hanging onto his cock while he goes through a roller coaster ride.

After letting him enjoy the first few shots, I resumed my assault on his cock. It is now super sensitive again. I rubbed my right palm on his glans. I was hoping to feel his cum shooting onto my palm, but that didn't quite work out. It was hard enough to follow it with my hand when he is trying to pull away from me. He squealed and said something I didn't recognize. Something about letting go of him, I'm sure. The look of panic and anguish on his gorgeous face is priceless! I closed in my fingers and used the nails to scratch his glans lightly. He buckled and tried to slide away, almost falling off the bed.

I reached out and tried to pull him back by his thigh. I didn't dare let him fall off the bed and be held on only by his cock, comical though that certainly will be. What if i break it??

He landed feet first, fortunately. He crouched down, his hands sheltering his now very fragile privates to protect them from my further bullying. And the look on his face was one of betrayal. He has surrendered his precious cock and balls into my hands and trusted me to give him a good time and to help him with his PE training, and here I am inflicting such cruel pain on his glans when it's at it most vulnerable state. I did feel a twinge of guilt.

And finally, round 3.

Greg's Therapy - Round 3

2011-04-12T20:21:00.004+08:00

Greg's Therapy
by Jenny 2011
Part 4 - Round 3

"That... That was in... insane! What... What did you do that for?!" He stammered.

"Oh I'm so sorry. That must have really hurt. I thought you might..." I replied as soothingly as I could.

"What was that for?! Don't you know that it's super sensitive right after cumming?"

"This is so much more intense than blue balls right? I thought you might want to experience something like that once in your life. And this isn't something you can do by yourself. You need someone else to do it to you."

Oh dear, I hope I haven't overdone it. It's just a light scratch, a caress with a fingernail! Fortunately Aunt Margaret stepped in to help.

"Greg, breathe in." Aunt Margaret told him. "Take in deep breaths and try to relax. It will help you cope with the sensations. Breathe in slowly. Now listen to me, the pain will go away very soon. You'll be ok. This is called post orgasmic cock torture. This is actually sensory overload, it's not really pain. The sensations are magnified when you have just ejaculated and anything you feel can be unbearable. It's really mind-blowing though, isn't it? It's normal that you would want to run away. What Jenny gave you is a very mild taste of it. To really experience this, you would have to be strapped down while Jenny goes at you for a minute or two so you can't run away and you can't stop her. It's true! There are some guys who are really into this and they ask to be strapped down. I know, it sounds scary, and I wouldn't strap you down unless you ask for it. Do you feel like you have recovered from it yet? Can you stand up?"

Greg responded quite well to Aunt's speech and seems to have gotten over it already. I noticed that she has this authoritative and calming presence, which Greg seems to find comforting. And he trusts her. He stood up and gripped the side of the bed for support. I'd bet he is still feeling some of that magnified trauma from my fingernail. But it was really just a light scratch, I swear.

His cock was still half hard and throbbed once in a while, the last of his cum draining off the tip. There was cum all over his body and on the bed. Compared to the first round, this looks watery, but I think there was more or less just as much ejaculate. Yup, his balls must have been fully filled up. That was a satisfying thought.

I walked over and got him a glass of water which he drained at one go. He looked up at me and I smiled apologetically. He grinned. I suppose he has gotten over it already.

"That was quite an experience wasn't it? I hope you're not too upset with me... Do you still want to go for round 3? You've had fun during these 2 rounds, didn't you? I promise not to torture your cock like that again, not unless you want me to." I said to Greg.

"Round 3..." he muttered. "I've not had a round 3 yet. That would be something to experience."

"So you don't know how long you need to rest before you can go again? It's ok, sit down and have a rest. I'll get you hard again later. For now, let me clean you up again. What? Is your cock still hurting? I'll be extra gentle this time. Maybe we can go to the toilet and I wash it for you."

Aunt Margaret waved us off and sat down in her chair to wait for us. So she's going to leave us alone for a while! I don't think he can get hard yet, but I'm sure there is some way for me to have fun, especially without her around.

Greg wasn't very steady on his feet when we walked to the toilet together but he didn't want to lean on me. So I just walked beside him and looked at his semi-hard cock swinging as he walked. The toilet was just outside the massage room, down the corridor. Aunt said she didn't have any other appointments this morning so we decided to take a risk and walk over in our state of undress. It's such a hassle to put on clothing only to remove it again when we reach the toilet!

The toilet was a single cubicle unit and we locked the door from the inside. I got him to sit on the toilet bowl and wait for me. I scooped water from the running tap with my hands, turned to him and poured it on his wilting cock. Then I gently held it between my hands and tried rubbing a little with my thumb, but it was still sensitive and it was all he could do to stop himself from pulling my hands away.

"Tell you what, I know a more gentle way to clean that cum off your cock, but you mustn't tell my aunt, ok?" I told Greg.

"Ok. What's so special about it?"

I didn't bother to reply him. I bent my head down and took his exposed cock head between my lips and sucked gently. He gasped and I looked up at him. The look on his face was not of pain, but of amazement. Here I am sucking him off at last! Perhaps he had also been yearning for me to take his cock into my mouth! I gently sucked the remaining cum out of his pee hole, then used the tip of my tongue to lick his glans a few times. Incredibly, I could feel him starting to get hard again. I took more of him into my mouth and ran my tongue over every bit of it, cleaning off the cum and lubricant. He looked so helpless, sitting naked on the toilet bowl, slack jawed, his eyeballs rolling back, hands gripping the sides of the toilet bowl. He is once again lost to the sensations that his cock is feeling, once again lost in the spell that I was weaving.

I stopped after a while and released his cock. It has grown pretty big by now. I would love to give him his 3rd round with my mouth, but what would Aunt Margaret say?

"I think it's clean enough now. What do you think?" I asked.

"Wow... This sure beats using tissue paper and then having to scrape it off me with your fingernail!"

"Look at you. It's almost full grown already. Are you ready to start round 3?"

"This is incredible! I've never thought that I can get hard again so soon after having cummed twice! It still feels a little sore but yeah I think so. Do we need to go back? She will want to errr... supervise us right?"

Again, fortunately, we did not encounter anybody on the way back to the massage room.

Coming back into the room, I was amused to see him holding his hands over his groin, as if to hide his erected penis from Aunt Margaret. I think he is shy to let her know that he had been playing, (or more accurately, he got played) while we were supposed to be getting him cleaned up only.

"Greg! I see you're ready to go again! Young men like you recover so fast!" Aunt Margaret didn't look unhappy. Maybe she was even impressed with his recovery. "Why don't you take a seat while I do a short briefing?"

Now that he's been found out, Greg stopped trying to cover up and grinned in that charming way of his. I grabbed his cock and pulled him over to the bed, like a leash on a dog's collar. He obediently followed me.

I got him to sit on the bed and I stood beside it while Aunt told us how the 3rd round should be done. I held onto his shaft with one hand and idly tickled its underside while we listened. My excuse was that I wanted to keep him hard. And to his credit he felt as hard as he did during the first 2 rounds. Strong guy!

"This is your last chance to train, so give it your all, hold back and last as long as you can. Your enjoyment ends after you've ejaculated, so make it last as long as you can." She winked at him knowingly.

"I'll leave it to Jenny to make you cum one more time. I'm sure you will last longer than in your earlier rounds, but don't get cocky and don't lose control of your cock! Remember what I've taught you so far about holding back and practice them."

"But Jenny, we've already used up most of the 2 hours, so don't do so much of the tease and stop. Make him cum in 10 minutes, ok? Unless Greg has seriously mastered what he came to learn and can last forever..."

And so he was ready to go without needing to grope my breasts, fortunately. After having tortured his cock while it was spurting and vulnerable, I wouldn't dare let him get his fingers on my nipples again!

I started off by wanking his hard cock with what I've got and rubbed my thumb onto his glans. I know I should do the vagina simulation again, that's what he's here for and it's the excuse for letting me play with his cock for over an hour already. But I wanted to wait till he is much more aroused before I do that. I want him to be near an orgasm so that he has to fight and do his best to hold back. I didn't want him to have an easy time.

The precum was slower in leaking this time. I was getting a little bored over his milder reaction. Instead of trying desperately and helplessly not to cum while I'm bullying his cock, he started chatting with me to distract himself. I was slightly offended that he's trying to ignore my attention on his cock. It's good for him to fight back and try to resist, this is his training session after all, but I would prefer to have his full attention.

I was starting to think that he can last longer than 10 minutes this time. I tried something harsher to get his attention.

I ran my fingers over his hard ab muscles. He had what is known as "washboard abs" in Singapore, the kind of well-defined muscles with no fats covering them. Those ridges and valleys on his torso look so good! I pulled his cock down over that washboard and rubbed his glans onto his ab lines. It would have been cruel pressing it onto the hard wooden surface of a washboard, but it's fun pressing onto his muscles and using their curvature for friction. He laughed and found that kinky.

I pulled hard on his cock. I gripped it tight and pulled upwards, forcing him to lift his hips off the bed. He laughed and told me he loved it when he felt air con on his butt. I think his butt is more sweaty than his abs.

I pulled his stiffy down towards me, holding it against his hip bone. I held it with one hand and ran my fingertips all over it with the other. His cock would twitch, but I'm holding onto it firmly. I tickled his cock head, which is now staring at me. His legs squirmed a little from the pleasure and his breathing got heavier but he didn't try to pull away. Not yet Maybe he needs more warming up this 3rd time.

I grabbed his cock and spent a couple of minutes working on his glans. I was intent on getting some reaction out of him before letting him go this time. A bit of tickling, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, pressing down around his pee hole, a few light scratches with my nails, I can see him warming up and leaking more juice. He should be ready for the vagina challenge now. I cupped my hand and pressed my fingers down onto his glans again, forcing it to slide in and hit my palm. I can see him curling his feet in pleasure.

I was standing at his hips, within the reach of his hands. He had kept them clenched at his side all this while and just helplessly endured my toying with his cock. I was surprised to feel his fingers trailing up my thighs. I didn't stop him, not even when his fingers have wandered under my miniskirt, up to the bottom and sides of my butt cheeks. I wasn't standing near enough for him to reach my pussy, but he could feel enough of my cheeks to know that I wasn't wearing panties. He was looking at me with that look of amazement again. He could be trying to make up his mind as to whether I'm wearing a g-string or none at all. He didn't ask and I kept quiet. I don't mind his imagination running wild.

"Yeah, can you feel the pussy sliding down over your cock? And your hand is getting nearer..." I teased him.

I can tell that he is getting nearer to his third ejaculation now. The mind is a big source of arousal and I'm exploiting his now. Looking back, I regretted not having asked him about his fetishes and using them on him to make him cum faster. He closed his eyes and groaned, his muscles stiff with the effort to hold back. I started pumping his shaft again.

"Does this feel good, Greg? Are you going to cum soon? I want you to cum all over my hands again. Shoot onto my breasts if you want to. They are naked and waiting for your cum."

He opened his eyes and stared at my bare tits and erected nipples hanging over his cock, jiggling enticingly with my pumping action. He is once again slack-jawed, seemingly lost in a haze of lust and unable to speak. This gorgeous boy is more like an animal in heat now. He is now reacting to stimulation and no longer able to try and hold back.

With a groan, his body shuddered and he went into the throes of his third ejaculation. He grabbed a handful of my butt cheek and clenched hard as he cummed. I lost balance and let go of his spurting cock. But anyway he had only a few drops of semen by this third round. They landed on his thighs and the bed again. His eyes rolled back and he forgot to aim at my bare tits. The way he was shuddering, it seems as if his life is spurting out through his cock...

And when the spasms stopped, he curled up into a ball and moaned, as if to protect his cock from more stimulation. As if he can't bear to have another orgasm again. As if he had been forcefully stimulated and made to ejaculate against his will. As if I had raped him. I think 3 rounds in 2 hours is really his limit.

My arms ached a little at the end of the vigorous handjob session but it felt immensely satisfying to be able to make him cum and also stop him from cumming so many times that I have lost count. I think what I had done to him had been a little harsh, taking control of his cock like that. I felt a little sorry for him. Then I reminded myself that he is a willing participant and he had enjoyed the whole 2 hour session tremendously. I just hope he doesn't get any lasting psychological damage!

He lasted around 10 minutes in round 3 when I was stimulating him vigorously. That seems an improvement over cumming in 2 mins when he has sex. To be able to last so much longer, can he be considered to have graduated from the training? I hope this helps him last longer in round 1 next time, because with his good looks he will have no lack of girls and he will need to improve his holding power! I feel very privileged to have this encounter with him when he is still so inexperienced and vulnerable.

Photoshoot sessions

2010-11-23T23:09:00.001+08:00

Do you like taking "artistic" photos? Do you want to preserve your youthful beauty on photo? I have a reader who does photoshoot sessions. He's very open to suggestions and accomodating, so you can be as wild or sensual as you like. But do it at your own risk as he is a hobbyist, not a professional, though he tries to be professional in his approach and will recommend safeguards to keep the models safe.

Being a hobbyist, he's not charging (or paying) for the session and doesn't have much of a portfolio to show you the quality of the shoots. He does couple and solo shoots, and you can bring a friend if you feel safer that way.

Email Alvin directly (at whiteangelcsh@gmail.com) if you want to meet with him and go discuss the details. I'm only advertising here, not organising sessions for him. But let me know if you had a good photoshoot session!

My latest fetish

2010-06-14T20:11:00.005+08:00

These days I have moved on to other ways to get a kick. Gone were the days when I run around the HDB estate at night wearing g-string and t-shirt, no shorts. I prefer having a partner around to play with.

Remember my post on penis torture? I've gone back to looking up this fetish again recently...

Now who likes a handjob? Who likes the girl to enthusiastically stroke it and grip it tight? Will you cum faster or slower? What if she slaps and backhands it? Seriously, how many of you have tried slapping the head of the erection and likes the feeling?

If this is the sort of fun you enjoy, watch on...
See a cock trapped in a ring and leash being tickled and teased by fingernails, and unable to get away. See it abused by weights, spanked, pressed down and pulled. And when she grips the penis head with the foreceps, "If you pull back, I'm going to pull you forward with this clamp here..." she really had him in her power. I really have to try that someday...

A story with dreamweaver

2008-09-02T23:22:00.002+08:00

Dreamweaver wrote this story after I shared my fantasy with him. Thanks for bringing my fantasy to live! I might not have the time to finish the rest of it though...school work's a killer...

Jenny clicked on the bookmark on her firefox browser and the familiar site popped up. Logging in, she checked her inbox, deleting the usual rubbish/spam/indecent proposals that clutter it. In the midst of deleting them , she saw an email that simply said;

"I love your photos. Good to meet a fellow Singapore Citizen who enjoys voyeurism as much as i do. I have uploaded some of my own as well. I hope to hear from you soon..."

Her curiosity piqued, she started to search the the various galleries in the site and true enough, she saw photos posted by "DW69". Seeing familiar backdrops of HDB stairwells and MRT escalators, Jenny's pussy began to throb with excitment.

Jenny is a both an exhibitionist as well as a voyeur. She is a member of a particular website where photos of girls (and a few guys) whose underwear are exposed (or "zhao gng" in local parlance) are shared by members for everybody's enjoyment. Deciding to reply, Jenny sends off the following;

"Glad you enjoy my work. I like yours too. Keep the pictures coming..."

I was elated when Jenny replied and over the next few weeks, we emailed each other, sharing pictures and exchanging tips. I finally managed to earn her trust, enough for her to add me to her MSN account.

Its always a thrill to check my inbox and see DW's email, especially when i see that he has attached photos to show me. After weeks of back & forth, i decided it would be easier for us to communicate via MSN and so from then on, we got a bit more familiar with each other.

Jenny realised that i took a lot of the pictures myself and one day, while chatting, I teased her about me taking her photos. She said she would think about it...

Jenny logged off that night, thinking if she should say yes and as she laid in bed, she gently touched herself, between her legs. She was pulled her panties aside and started massaging her clit. She could feel her clean shaven pussy lips starting to swell in arousal as she drifted off...

We agreed to meet at a Starbucks outlet where Jenny stayed. We would recognize each other by what we would be wearing. Jenny decided on a blue baby doll dress with a belt, matched with 2" heels. The hem of the dress barely reached her mid thighs. The dress hid the white cotton panties she had on as well as a white lacy bra which snugly cupped her 34C breasts. Checking herself out in the mirror, she realised that it was a wee bit translucent. She grinned, satisfied, and confidently saunters out of the house.

I was in a pair of comfortable jeans and a white long sleeve shirt, rolled up to my elbow. I had my Macbook with me and i spotted Jenny as she walked over towards me. I noticed that her dress was slightly translucent under the strong sunlight. She was carrying a small handbag as well. She smiled coyly as we awkwardly shook hands and retired to a quiet corner, where i started to show her the photos i took. Sharing how i would edit and crop the photos to protect the identity of the subject.

Jenny started getting wet as her eyes took in the photos. She could not believe she finally summoned enough courage to meet him.

"Should i trust him? I only just met him..." she mused to herself as her eyes danced over the photos. Jenny subconsciously parted her legs wider.

There was this guy sitting across the shop and i noticed his eyes were lingering at Jenny's legs. Her skirt has hiked upwards, showing more of her legs. I beckoned her to follow me, nodding towards the guy. She stood up, leaned over and whispered into my ears,

"Have your camera ready..."

I turned towards her and i realised that allowed me to look into down her blouse. I saw her cleavage, sensually accentuated by the white lacy bra. Jenny quickly straightened her body and walked up. I followed her to a bus stop where we got onto a bus. I was content to quietly sit next to her as she seemed to know where she is going.

We alighted after a couple of stops and she started ascending a overhead bridge. That gave me a clear view up her babydoll dress. My camera was already out and i started snapping away, stopping every once in awhile to check the surrounding to see we were been watched.

After crossing the bridge, we walked across a maze of void decks, in one of the newer housing estates where is was deserted during the day. We took the lift up to the 22nd floor and from there, we went into one of the stairwells. Going up the stairs, she once again exposed herself to me, her white cotton panties. My cock was growing harder by the minute as i snapped away. At one point, i was right up behind her, positioning my camera between her legs, firing off a series of shots.

"Change out of your panties Jenny..." I was breathing harder by now.

We were in a quiet stairwell and she stood there, fishing out a pair of purple panties with frilly edges from that small handbag. She bent forward to remove her panties, allowing her top to fall forward again, exposing herself again. She hiked her skirt up to pull off her white cotton panties. My heartbeat quickened as I thought she would expose her pussy but she had a g-string on under her panties.

Before slipping on her purple panties, Jenny's fingers rubbed the g-string covering her slit.

She looked at me as she did so, speaking in almost a whisper,

"I'm wet..."

i fired off more shots of her touching herself and in her purple panties.

"Take off your bra" i panted.

"Unzip yourself first" Jenny bargained.

As I did, she unsnapped her strapless bra, allowing her hardened nipples to show for the first time. She gave me a glimpse of her nipples. They were light brown, tipping her firm perky breasts.

I so badly wanted to taste and suckle on them.

"Bend over", my voice was hoarse from arousal.

I went behind her and started snapping away. Her hands hiked her skirt higher, giving me clear unrestricted view of her panties. As she was bent over, the dress dropped away from her front, giving me a good view of her breasts and nipples. I squatted down and continued shooting while my cock got harder.

I wanted her only in her g-string. Jenny shook her head.

"I want to see you cock..."

I stood up quickly, unzipping my jeans, allowing my erect cock to spring out. She could see the tip coated with my precum.

Jenny took removed her panties. She was wet. I could smell her arousal when i moved closer to take more shot. Since the g-string was white and soaking wet, it stuck to her pussy lips, showing every detail of her cleanly shaven pussy.

She stepped away from me, walking towards a secluded life landing which had rays of the setting sun streaming through the side. While standing there, she She stood there her back towards the light.

A halo of gold enveloped her, making her look almost ethereal. A slight breeze was blowing, which made strands of her hair dance. The breeze lifted her skirt as well, giving me glimpse of her bare pussy. The sun shone through her dress, accentuating the curves of her pert ass while casting shadows upon her upper thighs. Her nipples stood proudly, her arms akimbo on her hips.

"So, what do you want me to do next?" Jenny teased. "Would you like me to take my g-string off? Its soaked and its all your fault..."

Bringing out my old posts

2008-08-18T12:33:00.001+08:00

It's been almost a year since I closed down my blog, since that incident when I was seriously worried that someone might find out who I am and ruin my other life. And I'm still asked if I have another blog elsewhere. The answer is no, unless you are a fellow flasher and want to tell me about your adventures. Then I will be glad to be introduced to your blog, and will then tell you what I have been up to recently. It's not for spectators only.

But it was fun chatting with some of my spectators and for their sake I'm going to repost some of my stuff here. I will leave out the posts that may reveal too much about me, because I really do not want the fun I'm having here to ruin the rest of my life. And I hope I won't have to take it down again.

guy with boner in mrt

2008-05-15T15:58:00.001+08:00

One guy got caught on camera playing with his erection in the train... he's wearing berms, maybe no underwear? And he's touching himself, moving it up and down. I think it's a bit too obvious liao... he's asking for trouble. But I wouldn't mind seeing him opposite me on the train though... hehe...

Thrills blog

2008-05-02T15:57:00.002+08:00

I got a few emails asking to join the Thrills blog. I'm not the owner, so you will have to email dick69chan@gmail.com and ask to be added. He said he will take only those who want to contribute. So if you really want to join, email him lah.

Penis torture

2008-04-30T11:09:00.003+08:00

I'm supposed to be studying for exams, but instead I'm looking up strange stuff on the net. Anybody tried these before? Life sure won't be dull if you do.

We have bondage, folding the penis back on itself, somehow squeezing some strange stuff down the shaft... and how did they fit that white thing in?? It's a penis, not a pussy! Others that are too bloody for me to post... I wonder if the penis goes back to normal after a while?

Can the guy still cum if he's tied up and twisted like this? Will he explode? ..oops...

Fingering myself in classroom

2008-04-18T11:08:00.001+08:00

Who here dun masturbate? Raise your hand please. Who haven't tried it outside your bedroom or home toilet? Raise your hand also. I tried it a few times before, especially after getting so excited from flashing... where have you tried before? There was once during my JC days when I did it in my classroom... haha...

It was during the holidays and I was out meeting my friend, but when she informed me that she will be late, I was already out of the house. The bus was just passing by my JC and I got off the bus and went in to walk around for a while. It was the first time I went back to school wearing a flare miniskirt and probably gstring inside and when I walked up the stairs to my classroom, I was thinking that if I go to school dressed like this everyday, I think the classmates lower down will have a good view... haha... but school was quite empty then.

I was a little excited at the thought lah but not really wet yet when I went to the ladies to pee. It was when I removed my gstring and kept it in my bag that I started getting more wet. It's fun walking along the familiar corridors pantyless in a flare mini and it was a windy day so my skirt kept getting lifted, a little. I hear voices downstairs in the canteen... so thrilling... what if people saw? Didn't meet anyone upstairs though so I got more bold. Started doing bendovers at staircases, very indecent since I wasn't wearing underwear... wanted to remove my bra as well but didn't dare to... haven't gone braless in school yet and my top was not safe enough that day, it will be too obvious if someone comes up and sees me.

All the bendovers were really getting to me and I was fingering myself along the way when I'm sure nobody will see me. I went into my classroom and sat down in my chair to start my DIY, legs spread, pantyless with my mini lifted up... sure die if anybody walk past! Then I went over to sit in the chair of one of the cute boys in class and imagined I was sitting on his lap... and before long exploded in wetness... I was really very excited and it was quite fast. Of course I have to clean up...

It was one of the crazier things I have done. Now that I think of it, it was very risky. If anybody walks past while I was fingering myself... there is no way to hide or pretend that I was doing something else.. sure die of embarrassment... but at that time I was addicted to such thrills and won't pass up the opportunity to try.

Now where else have you tried before?

Fun before Christmas

2008-01-29T11:04:00.001+08:00

This was first posted to my private blog after I made this invites only, in 2007. But now I'm making this public.

Hi guys!
Yup I know I had not been posting here for a looong time! Actually I don't have much to write about recently also coz I had been trying to be a good girl this year! I made a new year resolution to stop flashing guys when I'm pantyless and I haven't gone out pantyless by myself yet this year! Unbelievable? I also think so :P

Ok I did have some fun last year before I imposed my resolution on myself. Have you gone last-minute Christmas shopping before? Shopping centres and MRT can be really packed with people near the last few days before Christmas! Well I always liked the christmas time shopping ever since I got stuck in a train a few years ago... stuck as in the train is so crowded that I couldn't move. Really packed like sardines... ever happen to you? At that time, I know there was a hand jammed against my butt... my hands are in front protecting my breasts so my behind is unprotected :P i dun even know if the hand belongs to a guy or a girl and i dunno if it was accidental or intentional! anyway i dun have space to move so i can't do anything about it... but it got me quite excited and i was wearing panties then... so imagine the thrill it will be if I was bare inside! So ever since that time i like to go "last-minute shopping" and squeeze with the crowd without undies :P are you as notti as me??

So last year I went for my cheap thrill without panties again. I was considering my "no-pantyless" new year resolution, but this is like a "tradition" so i went one last time before the new year...haha... the material of my skirt is very thin so pantylines will be very obvious (so i avoided them by not wearing panties :P) and it will also be fun if someone did touch me... but didn't do much since i was with cousins and it was late by the time i went home and the train ride home wasn't fun... not the supercrowded type... guess that was why i went "shopping" by myself the next day and ended up squeezing with the evening crowd in the train and i was braless :P

Closed down

2007-10-18T19:48:00.000+08:00

This blog is getting too popular for my own good, so I've shut it down. No point letting my private hobby be known to everyone, which will so ruin my life.

It was good while it lasted.

Gym without panties

2007-09-13T11:01:00.001+08:00

Thanks to the readers who have sent me encouraging emails and comments. Yah I'm still blogging for now, but not as much as before or replying as fast to emails though. Really been busy.

Long time readers will know how I exercise more when the stress level goes up. It is far healthier than eating to beat stress, and the high I get from exercise can be addictive. Yeah, as addictive as the other kind of high I get when I go without underwear. And it helps me get rid of the extra weight I have gained during the less stressful hols. Exercise is good. So I started going to the school gym again.

I will usually wear cotton panties when I'm exercising because they are good at absorbing perspiration and I feel more comfortable. I have always wanted to try exercising without panties because my shorts have an inner lining that is supposed to be very good at taking perspiration from my skin and drying it off. Furthermore with the lining it is quite safe to leave out panties. I can't see much even when I'm doing all sorts of warm up stretching exercises. And it feels almost the same. This is also more convenient as I need not wash an extra pair of panties. Ha! I don't think I'm the only person to do this. Do my readers also wear your sports shorts next to the skin?

After the workout, I decided not to wear back my bra. I had worn it the whole day before changing into my sports bra and it was very hot today, so I didn't want to put it on again after having showered. Problem is that I didn't bring nipple tapes with me today and had to hold up my bag to chest level when walking past people, until I boarded the bus. Almost fell asleep. Will be terrible to get knocked out on the bus and let people notice my pointiness all the way home. Fortunately stayed awake until I got home today.

It was a little bit embarrassing this morning when I was rushing to school. I boarded the bus and pulled out my ezlink card from my bag. I hadn't packed my bag very well and my sports bra dropped out. But that wasn't too bad. At least it looks like sports gear. You know what I really dread? Sometimes I like to remove my bra after school and enjoy a free and easy trip home. I always keep it in my bag very carefully because it will be so embarrassing if all that lace drops out of my bag!

PC Show

2007-09-04T10:58:00.002+08:00

Anybody went to the PC Show at Suntec last weekend? I was telling one of my female readers that won't it be fun if we went and walked around pantyless?

I almost didn't dare to do it myself. I still remember how crowded it was when I went the last time. I wouldn't have gone in then if I were alone! This time I went on my own, on Friday afternoon. It's also much less crowded on Friday than Saturday, I think. Anyway, my skirt was not too short and with all those models showing so much skin in their miniskirts, I got less attention than when I'm in a miniskirt + g-string. So despite doing something more risky, I'm actually safer!

Well it was still very exciting and of course I got wet... wet enough that I had to go find a toilet after walking one round, and wear back my "protection". One of my readers asked me recently if I'm afraid that I might get a camera up my skirt while I was pantyless. Honestly, not as long as they can't catch my face on camera as well. And that's why I dared to do this in such a crowd, because with people all around, it is very obvious when you lift up the camera to take a photo of someone's face, right?

Slouching on a bus

2007-08-24T10:56:00.002+08:00

Recently I wore a denim miniskirt and sat on a bus. I slouched on the seat, guy style, with my lower back on the seat and knees up and pressing against the back of the seat in front. It's comfortable when I'm tired and I sometimes do this when in jeans, but this is my first time doing it while in a skirt :-) I was wearing something inside that day, but you probably can't see much anyway, just that it is very eye-catching to be sitting in this very unladylike manner in a skirt... hehe... The guy from the other side kept looking from time to time, maybe to see if he will get lucky.. but he didn't get to see anything coz I got tired of the posture after a while. Now if I wear a flare mini and do that.... I think he can see my butt from the side.... lol... won't that be a nice view? If anyone had looked from the seat in front of me while I was slouching, he could have had a good view up my skirt... haha.... not that I will stay there for him to see. That will be too obvious, won't it?

No pants day

2007-08-19T10:45:00.002+08:00

Anybody like to do this with me? We can all meet together and take a train
to town with no pants! Think the MRT or NEL staff will throw us out for
this?

http://www.vimeo.com/40359

http://www.improveverywhere.com/2006/01/22/no-pants-2k6/

http://lolzatzach.blogspot.com/2006/01/mission-accomplished.html

http://www.improveverywhere.com/2006/01/22/no-pants-2k6/

Night sights

2007-08-05T10:44:00.002+08:00

Went out to buy something at night and saw a couple around my age at a bus stop in a housing estate. The girl was in a black t-shirt and sports shorts, her bf also in matching all black. While queueing to board the bus, the girl looked around and caught the eye of one of the guys beside me. Her eyes flicked to down to her chest and then away quickly. Her self-conscious behaviour drew my attention... She then quickly turned back to her bf and tried to hide behind him. I couldn't help wondering if they were out having some braless fun... hehe...

Hols ending

2007-07-26T10:36:00.003+08:00

I went out braless almost everyday after my bf banned my pantyless attire. Not immediately, but after I realised that being such a good girl the whole week is too tall an order for me. Especially since I so enjoy the extra attention I'm getting. Sort of like a rebound effect from the restraint placed on me.

I did not want to do anything too drastic initially, just went around shopping centres with a jacket to hide the movement when I'm walking. Just a safe outlet. I went all over the island to visit the different shopping centres because I did not want people to realise that there is a braless girl is at the same place everyday. :p I got some shocked and disgusted stares when I removed the jacket, but most of the attention was friendly. The jacket is needed only when I find guys following me around. A little too much attention :p

I even went to work without a bra. But I will bring one along in my bag to put on before lunch if I need to walk outside and the weather is too hot for a jacket. And one day, one of my colleagues noticed...

Why I love strings

2007-07-18T10:34:00.001+08:00

More cooling when the weather is so disgustingly hot

Sexy. I feel sexier and I know I look more delicious even with a skirt on

No VPL, not that I mind, but VPL sometimes cuts the butt in 2. Especially after sitting down for a while.

Less to wash. Actually may not be true, coz I will put on pantyliners when wearing panties, but not when wearing strings, coz the stickers that go around the string look really ugly. Looks nicer without liner but more work when washing the undies.

Just bought another few this hols. Wondering if the black lace one can possibly pass off for swimwear if I were to wear that at East Coast and pair it with a black bikini top?

Ouch!

2007-05-29T10:31:00.002+08:00

Now if any of my male readers are also in the habit of going out without underwear (very few I think), you might want to be careful. I just couldn't stop giggling when I read about how the poor man got his dick caught in his zipper.

It must be so embarrassing for him! I mean, he's old enough to work and think for himself and he had to have his cock handled by his lady boss! Scissors, specs, close up examination and all. I hope he did not get an erection!

The male colleagues who helped saved him took photos of him in the compromising situation too! All the girls in his company must have seen those photos by now. Poor man. They will know exactly how big he is. I hope he wasn't too hairy. Hahaha! I'm so evil!

Now if you have any real life stories to tell, send me an email.... I will try not to be too mean... :p

massage video

2007-05-26T10:30:00.001+08:00

I got a temp job doing filing and data entry. Boring stuff, can't take more than a few days of this. I don't even want to touch the comp when I got home, so didn't feel like blogging or replying to your emails. Anyway I was very decently dressed since I'm working. Friday was the last day so I went to work braless, but with a jacket on to attract less attention.

I got these from a reader before I left for Bali and I was half expecting stuff like this over there. I was a little disappointed! Do I need to go to Japan for this? :P

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNOoDAFq0xc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9sOXh6U9HA

Bali

2007-05-21T10:28:00.002+08:00

I just came back from a short trip to Bali, where it is not uncommon to see topless women tanning on the beach. But as far as I can see, they are mostly Caucasians. I guess my friends and I stood out a little.

I was a little shy initially, when removing my bikini top. Though we have been friends for years, this is the first time I'm showing my breasts to my friends. But I dared to do this only because they are all girls, no guys! I wasn't going to miss the chance after having waited for months for this hols when we finally made it to Bali! I finally got the chance to tan my boobs publicly. That's something I will never get to do in Singapore. They teased me about my erected nipple and I had to think of something else so i won't be so excited. That was quite embarrassing.

Somehow I was less bothered that other tourists at the beach could see. I don't think it is anything they haven't seen before at this beach. Nobody's behaving as though there is anything wrong, no cameras came out, no looks of disgust. Yes I have gotten stares back home from some aunties and uncles who are sharp enough to notice that I was walking around town without a bra underneath my t-shirt. And it is not safe for me to untie my bikini top at most places, when I'm suntanning lying down on my chest. Over here it was just a few admiring looks, smiles and hellos from other tourists. It was liberating. And I felt comfortable and at ease.

We did some water sports that left me aching a little. Especially since I have just recovered from another flu attack. So the massage helped a lot to remove the pains. It was my first massage and I wasn't sure what to expect and was halfminded about wearing a thong with a bikini top. That was what I saw in a youtube video I got from a reader when I told him I will be getting a massage at Bali. I almost got conned. Luckily I went with friends who were more experienced than me and they recommended a normal bikini.

My friends had known that I liked to go out braless, though only one other also did so back home. But now that we are tourists in a holiday spot, anything goes! It might be their only chance to ever go shopping without our bras underneath! I wonder if it helped our bargaining skills when we were buying souvenirs from the roadside stalls. Hehe.

Oh I'm missing Bali already!

Vertical marathon

2007-04-26T00:24:00.002+08:00

One of the good things about staying in HDB flats is that I can run up and down the staircase to get some exercise during rainy seasons. It keeps me out of the rain, tones up my thighs and butt, but is also very tiring and I need a good sports bra to support my assets. Want to make a guess what else I wore?

You know how bored I was with just walking along HDB corridors and walking down the stairs to the next floor on my night runs. Bright yellow boyshorts that will never pass off for sports shorts up close, seductive lace panties with lots and lots of frills, I feel like a lingerie model, sultry and totally desirable as I catwalk along the corridors. But I need to do something new. Sure the antics get my pulse racing but I hardly even perspire from physical exertion. I used to be quite sporty, it was a sign of how little I have been exercising recently when I couldn't finish a run up 25 floors. Hardly a vertical marathon and I'm already wiped out.

I went back to that point block near the supermarket where I had walked around in a big t-shirt and little else. I jogged over in my usual sports attire to warm up, looking very decent. It was quiet and peaceful as usual, with a flight of stairs that face an open field. There is nobody at the other side to see me so I should be safe once I get up to the second floor. I pulled down my sports shorts and bared my cheeks. Oh they are damp, but not that kind of wetness. This is honest perspiration from the jog here. It was much cooler running with my shorts off. Dri-fit can never cool me as much as bare skin can. If I had my way, I would do all my serious running in just thongs and sports bra. Not the lacy see-thru kind of thong, that is just for show and for fun. The type that is made of a synthetic material, plain in design and very good at stretching and moving with the skin is very good for exercising. And very importantly, it will not chafe your skin.

I was initially cautious when I ran up, looking up and down, checking the corridors, trying to be sure that if someone comes down the stairs in front of me, I will be able to run back down and evade them before they saw my bare ass. Obviously I couldn't keep this up forever and was staggering up to the next floor before too long. Running on the treadmill in the gym is very different from running a vertical marathon! My stamina didn't last as long as I remembered. What if somebody follows me up from behind? Well, he will be getting a good view. I can no longer be sure that I can still evade him... but fortunately it did not happen.

On the top floor, I walked to and fro between the 4 units to dry off my buns and my legs. They were really hot now and wearing just a thong really helped me cool them off more quickly. I should do this more often! After all, the doors are closed and nobody was bothered by me. I even did some warming down stretches there to unkink my stressed muscles before I wore back my shorts. Why, did you think I left my shorts downstairs? No, I didn't want to be caught with my pants down when I take the lift down to collect them. I will be helpless if there is someone outside the lift door.

Bored

2007-04-24T00:21:00.001+08:00

With just one last paper to go, I realised how sick of my books I had gotten. And that dream sparked off something in me. I need something more thrilling!

I took a much-needed break from studies today and went out in a miniskirt, spag top and bra. I took a g-string with me just in case. I got moist very quickly just from recalling the dream and anticipating what I will be doing later. I went to one of the neighbourhood shopping centres nearby and hung around for a while. I overtook a group of school boys going up the escalator and dropped my wallet when I'm a few steps ahead of them. I had to bend down to pick it up. I'm not sure if they saw since I didn't dare to turn back. There is only so much that I can do on the escalator unless I keep going up and down, up and down like someone who has seriously lost her way and her undies. Not cool.

So I went to Mac. There was a good seat at the corner of the restaurant and so I got a drink and went to sit down. Nobody beside me and the nice sofas you now find in Mac give me a good cover from the only guy sitting directly in front of me. I can do whatever I want as long as it is under the table. I took out one ice cube from my coke and cleaned it with a napkin. The glass walls are far away. Nobody can see me playing with myself. The ice cube gave me quite a jolt when I touched it to my hot and wet pussy! I have never realised what a tingle it can give. Pretty soon, I had to use more napkin to wipe the water from the melting ice cube off my legs. Oh what delicious shivers!

Next, I wanted to put my legs up on the table, but the legroom at Mac is not enough for me to do so comfortably. The table is too close to the seat. Back to the ice cubes. What will it be like to slip one inside? I put on my g-string as discreetly as I could. I fished out a small ice cube and pushed it in. Wet and slippery, it slid in easily and I nearly died from the shock. It was very cold! I pulled my g-string all the way up and hoped it will hold the ice cube inside. I walked out as calmly as I could.

I was a bit numb by now and could not feel if the melted ice is flowing out. I really hope I'm not trickling down my legs! I had to go to the toilet to check. The ice was small and did not overflow my g-string. But after that the cold water felt really good when I walked and felt the breeze...

I will never see an ice cube the same way again on a hot day!

I had a dream...

2007-04-23T00:20:00.001+08:00

I had the wierdest dream last night. Must be exam stress.

There is this really gorgeous girl in my course who I don't really know so well. But she's hard to miss. Especially when she wears a miniskirt. She was in the dream, and she was wearing a denim miniskirt, so she was hard to miss. Especially when she was sitting on a chair with her legs up on the table. I could see that she was not wearing anything under her skirt, and so could any of the guys if they had looked at her. But they were all busy in a discussion at another table.

I didn't know whether to be appalled at her open display or to admire her guts. I would never dare to sit like that so openly with guy friends all around me! Even before I got a bf, I would only let complete strangers have a glance, never friends. And yet, this is like the ultimate in thrill seeking.

What a strange dream. Maybe I miss my pussy-baring days. There is a saying that what you think of during the day, you will dream of at night. These days the only person I tease is the bf. And I had stayed faithful for months. Maybe I'm just bored.

Taking off bra in front of ppl

2007-04-16T00:19:00.001+08:00

Someone sent this to me. Some finalists of the FHM Girl Next Door 2007 competed to see who could do it fastest. Without taking off their tops.
Wah. If you wanna see girls do that you have to go watch the video on that blog. That's something I'm not gonna do in front of people. Or on radio. Or on youtube.

http://youth.sg/blog/2007/04/13/will-it-soon-be-no-work-days/

Taking off panties without taking off the skirt? Sure I have some experience doing it too, but I'm not going to let people time me while I do it.
When I do it, it will be on my terms, not part of some contest.

Library

2007-04-14T00:17:00.002+08:00

I often study in the public library or fast food restaurants during the day. The aircon is necessary for me to study. I sometimes bring my laptop so i can go online for a while with the free wireless when I need to take a break. I tried unzipping my jeans to touch myself, but it is difficult to reach the right spot when sitting down and in jeans. Will it be too obvious with a skirt? Anyway I'm seriously trying to study for my exams here and shouldn't make it too easy for myself to get distracted.

I remember how I will sometimes stop by the library on my way home from school during my JC days to seek relief from the afternoon heat. It will usually be quite empty on weekdays and I can sometimes find a corner where I can squat down behind shelves and touch myself. I would be wearing my school uniform and it is quite accessible when I'm wearing a skirt. I do have to keep an eye out for anybody who is coming near. Usually there will be gaps between books stacked on the shelves so I can see who is on the other side. Sometimes there is someone at my favourite corner and I can't do much. There was once when I almost climaxed before someone walked near and I had to stop. Some shelves I have to avoid because I'm too exposed.

There was once when I found a secondary school boy sitting down at the opposite side and I squatted down to give him a view of my panties. I was wearing black that day and the wetness was not obvious. From where I was I could not see his face, only his hair and his uniform. I knew he could not see my face unless he looked up, but he never did. I noticed that whenever I shifted around a little, he would moved his head back down. To look down there, to take in every detail. This was accidental the first time, but I realised that I could keep him from looking up at my face by doing this. And so I stayed there for over a minute before deciding to move on. I wanted to move away before he lost interest down there and wanted to see my face.

I would sometimes wear gstrings to school after that, but I never found another good opportunity to do so again. And now I'm at the library again, studying for exams, trying not to be distracted but thinking of my past escapades.

housework

2007-04-10T00:16:00.001+08:00

I need an outlet for the exam stress. Which is why I have been running almost every night. Not always with a big tee and vib. Sometimes I cycle too, but I have blogged about it before. Getting boring. Which is why I started doing housework. I'm a lazy girl who never helps Mum with housework. The only things I wash are my own underwear. In fact, I'm seldom at home during the day since the house is hot and we don't have air con. Which is why I do most of my mugging for exam in school, public library or fast food restaurants. Mum was so surprised that I swept and mopped the floor today.

Well housework is usually exhausting, hot and just not fun. I wouldn't have picked up the mop again if not for the lack of exercise time lately. And with the rain this afternoon I wasn't really not keen to leave the house. I can feel myself getting fat. Night runs are obviously not much of a cardio workout, contrary to what Mum thinks. It is just a stress reliever to me, though I must never tell her. So I worked out with the mop today.

Anyway, I usually do housework only under Mum's supervision. Now that the whole family is out and I'm home alone, I can do housework nude, which makes it much more fun. Of course I have to close all the windows so I don't give neighbours a shock. This is probably how I will be doing all my housework when I get married and have my own apartment one day. Ha ha! But I might wear a sports bra next time to prevent my C-cups from banging into each other so much.

Starting my night runs again

2007-04-05T00:14:00.001+08:00

With exams looming round the corner, I'm going back to my old hobby of doing night runs. Still remember how I used to strip off my shorts and run in my yellow boyshorts that are a bit too low cut behind and a bit see through in front? Well I will come back to it soon.

I was so frustrated with my studies last night that I went down for a walk. It was still too early in the night for me to be running around in bright yellow undies and no shorts, and I did not want to wait till the shops are closed and the people all safely back home. So instead I went for another excursion to the supermarket again, wearing a big t-shirt again. I joined the queue this time, but I was not bare underneath this time. No, there was something else I wanted to try. I have brought my vibrator with me and tucked the controls into my panties. Of course the other end was doing its work, at low speed, tucked some place warm. I had a nice buzz while I strolled around and was soon smiling contentedly, all exam stress forgotten.

A reader had recommended that I put on a pantyliner before doing this to prevent staining the panties. What a good suggestion. I have been using g-string pantyliners these days, not the normal pantyliners since I'm wearing g-strings a lot more frequently than boyshorts and panties. But I bought another pack now that I am starting to use them again. And so with the pack of fresh pantyliners in hand, and a can of drinks, I headed to the point block not far from the supermarket. I have lots of supplies. He he. And it should be quiet there.

But to be frank, I did not stay out the whole night. Another reader suggested that I wear a big t-shirt with nothing underneath so that I can strip naked easily and wear it back to cover up in case of emergencies. So I took the lift up 25 floors, removing bra and shorts while going up and placed them behind some potted plants. The 4 doors were closed and I could have walked out naked and nobody would have seen me. On the way down I stood in just my panties and flip flops and turned up the speed control to max and enjoyed a few exhiliarating moments until the lift slowed to a stop and I had to quickly pull on my tee again before the door opened. Fortunately there was nobody outside, or the look of ecstasy on my face would have been a giveaway. My legs could hardly support my weight by this time. So I closed the door, took off my tee again and went up again to the top floor. I stepped out without my tee this time and got back my clothing. Then I headed to the staircase landing and tried not to make any noise while the vibrator finished its job.

After that I was ready to go home and study some more.

Qing Ming

2007-04-02T00:01:00.002+08:00

Went with family to do Qing Ming duties yesterday. For the benefit of the few non-Singaporean readers I have, this is a Chinese custom to visit the cemetery or temple where we keep our ancestors' remains and pay our respects.

The weather is as bright and sunny as it usually is everytime we go, every year. The weather is lovely for a day at the beach in a bikini, but when I need to look decent in front of relatives? I hate it. I wore a halter top and denim mini so that I can look decent while keeping cool. There is after all no air con at such places. Mum would not hear of me going without a bra so I had to put on a bikini top again. I seldom wear a bikini as a bra because it gives less cleavage than normal bras. If I'm to be showing any cleavage at all I would usually wear a normal bra, to look nicer and to prevent accidents when I bend over. Or I will just go braless and be more comfortable if my nipples are at no risk of peeping out without me knowing.

There was a woman in a batik dress at the temple, looking like she is in her late 30s. Batik is a fabric that breathes well, and usually not too thick, so I suppose she found it comfortable on a hot day. She had an inner layer under her skirt for modesty but it was still not opaque enough when she is standing there with the sun shining through her skirt. She was wearing boyshorts or more likely oversized auntie-style panties and I could clearly see the outline of her crotch. I wonder if she knew how clearly her underwear could be seen. I feel sorry for her. After all I would never intentionally show off when wearing that, but I can't speak for her. I'm seeing more than I want to, but I don't see how I can go up to her and tell her.

But that reminds me of my sarong skirt which I had been neglecting. Time to dig it out and bring it to town. You can be sure I will be wearing something skimpier inside. I don't think the skirt is so thin, but it is better to ask B if he can see as much. It is fun to wear and the opening can go high up the leg.

One fine day

2007-03-30T21:02:00.001+08:00

Wrote this a few days ago...

Once in a while I like to go home braless after school, and I declare today to be one of those days. I would usually wear one to school and remove it on the way home, sometimes while still in school and sometimes find a toilet along the way home to do so. I had to go teach tuition after class today but my student is a girl so... never mind.

I would usually wear a top that is not too fitting so that it is less obvious, but I'm feeling a little slutty today. So I wore a mini tee that is probably one size smaller than what I should wear to school. I wore a bikini bra underneath so it was very comfortable. Is it just my imagination or did I really get noticed more in school today? I like to do things like these when exams are near and enjoy the occasional stare from strangers. Cheap thrill, as someone told me, but damn fun lor.

It was too warm to wrap a sweater around my shoulders until I have some air con, and it would be obscene for me to walk around campus with no bra and no sweater since the tee is really quite tight. So I had to wait till I was out of campus before I could really start my fun. I took a bus out and the last row of the bus was not occupied. I might as well start now. Bikinis are easy to remove even in public. No need to take off my tee, just untie the knots and slide it out. I think I'm getting moist. The shape of my nipples is already quite prominent now. Damn sexy lor. I arranged my sweater to cover up when I'm done admiring myself then laid back and tried to do some studying on the way there.

I had to change to another bus to get to my student's home and I still had some time to kill so I strolled around the neighbourhood shops to look around, and to be seen. At first I will walk with my sweater open and let people notice, then cover up when someone stared too intently. But the day is warm and I had to keep the sweater after a while. It's been a while since I last went out in a mini tee, no bra, no stickers and no sweater like this and I'm feeling a little jittery to be doing this in broad daylight and so openly. I did not want to give up and go wear back the bikini, so I detoured and took a more deserted route to the bus stop.

It was a longer distance, with retirees hanging around the shops along the way. Not all were so old that they did not notice the 2 points very prominently displayed on my chest. I tried hunching my shoulders to downplay them, but I doubt it is having much effect. So I might as well walk with my back straight and my chest out, more confidently than I felt. I hope I'm not giving the uncles here heart attacks! I'm almost getting one myself! I consoled myself by telling myself that it is much less likely that I will run into friends here at a housing estate than if I were to do this in a shopping mall in town.

There were again stares at the bus stop but I could deal with it. I boarded the bus with my bag hugged to my chest so nobody noticed. This was still fine except that I need to find some way to cover up before I can be teaching. I ended up tying back my bikini at the staircase landing of my student's home. Yes, staircase landing again. I have done this before late at night but not during the day! Fortunately with a bikini I could slip it in and tie the straps without taking off my t-shirt. And my student was none the wiser.

Oh that was fun. I should do this again in a cooler place.

Night run in big T-shirt

2007-03-27T21:00:00.002+08:00

I went on another night run again, finally. More of a stroll actually. I was in a big t-shirt, the kind that is so long it covers my shorts. The kind that might just leave you wondering if I'm wearing shorts inside. But of course people always wear shorts inside, who will come out of the house in just a t-shirt? So who will really take a second look and realise I'm not wearing anything inside?

I usually do my night runs later at night, not while the shops are still open and people are still out. I walked into a supermarket in just a t-shirt and slippers tonight. Almost as soon as I stepped into the store, they announced that the store is closing soon and the shoppers were more interested in choosing their groceries and queueing up than looking at a young girl in a black t-shirt. I didn't bring any money with me, no place to keep it anyway. Only my phone that I'm holding. Maybe next time I will actually join the queue and hope nobody notice that I'm bare underneath.

A friend called and we chatted as I strolled back to where I had left my bra, shorts and panties. Neatly folded at the staircase of a HDB block, waiting for me to reclaim and put on before I go home. I'm feeling so relaxed and free dressing like this. Very therapeutic walk to the supermarket. Not exactly retail therapy, but I feel much better afterwards.

Support topless women!

2007-03-21T20:59:00.001+08:00

It's unlikely to ever happen here but over in New York there is a project to change the views of people and get them to accept women walking around naked from the waist up. What a way to keep cool on hot days, and days are always hot here in Singapore! Women have as much right as men to be topless!

See the rest of the photos on flickr.

IT Show

2007-03-11T20:56:00.002+08:00

I went with my BF to the IT show at Suntec City yesterday and it was very very crowded! He wanted to go by himself and meet me after that because he doesn't want me to go squeeze with all the men inside. Isn't that thoughtful and sweet of him? But I assured him that I'm ok and I have gone before so I know what to expect. I was still unprepared for how slow it was for us to squeeze in and out of the halls.

He had forgotten to tell me to wear a bra today, and I also deliberately forgot about it. And I wore a miniskirt and g-string, which is usually what I would do when meeting him. That made him worried when he saw me and sometimes he walked in front of me and clear a way for me and sometimes behind me to protect my backside. He told me how some guys will try to take photos up my skirt in crowded places like this and some even post those photos and videos online to share with their friends. Of course I know that this might happen to me but you know me, I won't really mind letting guys take an admiring peek at my butt, as long as nobody know who I am. And I don't think they can take photos of my butt and my face. Won't that be too obvious and noticable to the people behind them?

I like the way he slips his hand under my skirt and squeeze my butt from time to time when he is walking behind me. I like the way my breasts bump into his shoulders when he walks in front of me and I stay very very close to him. When I'm walking in front, I will sometimes deliberately let my sweater open and not cover my breasts. My top is white but with nipple stickers you can't see the bumps, I don't think anybody knows I'm not wearing a bra. Nobody can see much anyway since the place is so crowded but it is fun for me to be so uncovered in such a crowded place.

He bought the memory for his phone and we went to esplanade for dinner. Then I saw the most amazing sight. There was a Chinese woman, looks local, who wore a white polo t-shirt without a bra inside. I can see the shape of her nipples and she did not have a jacket or anything to cover herself with. And she is at least D cup or bigger! I told B to look and he was amazed at what he saw. She was with a friend and looked comfortable. I guess she does this all the time. Maybe I will stop wearing nipple stickers on weekends from now on!

I saw today

2007-02-26T20:49:00.002+08:00

I saw this t-shirt with the words "Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go down under". I thought it was quite hilarious. Does it mean that bad girls go down on guys? I think it is a good treat to give a NSF boyfriend on his weekend. I had always thought that what will be bad is to go down on other guys while the bf is in camp or to totally refuse him any release when with you.

On another topic, how many of you have seen young (less than 30 years old) ang moh girls walking in Singapore braless? I have only seen the older ones do this, pushing prams around or looking like they are very lost tourists. I have heard that this is a very common practice during summer in more liberal countries such as Australia or the states. Singapore is in summer almost the whole year round, but you seldom see locals doing this. Maybe it will also become a common practice here one day, but I think I will be old and droopy by that time and you guys will not want to look at me then. Youth is short and I want to enjoy it while I can.

A reader asked me if I will stop my children from going braless when they grow up. I think that in another 20 years time, it will be so common that I will be ridiculous not to let them do this. A generation ago, who has heard of nipple stickers, g-strings, brazilian wax and baring the butt crack? Who knew that bikinis will replace the one-piece swimsuit as the most common swimming costume? It is all part of fashion these days.

Chinese New Year

2007-02-22T15:09:00.001+08:00

Any girls reading this blog? I got some loot from CNY ang pow and maybe I will get either a dildo or vibrator. If I can get only one, which should I get?

Anyway.... how was your CNY? Mine was boring, until I went out with friends on the second night. Mum wanted me to look prim and proper during the CNY visitations and I was less comfortable than I am used to these days. You know what I mean right? The first day was the worst. The weather is always so hot during CNY and I was sleepy most of the time. Plus I didn't have many cousins so I was bored the whole day. I remembered only a distant relative (dunno husband or son of some aunt) who kept staring at my chest and made me feel relieved that I was wearing a bra. But anyway I had bought this top because it was loose and dark coloured enough that I should be fine even if I was free and easy.

Disappointed and feeling rebellious, I finally got my chance to go out without my bra on the second day. I was wearing my undies because I was at my relatives' place earlier. I went to friends' houses for visitation after dinner and I removed my bra the moment I stepped into the lift. It was easy while pulling down the top, which was like a tube, remove the bra and pull up the tube again and I've kept my bra even before the lift door opens again. No time for nipple stickers though. I walked around with very visible nipples until I reached a public toilet. Anyway it was already kind of dark and I don't think anybody saw.

I suppose I have my mum to thank for forcing me to wear a bra today because I ended up playing strip poker at my friend's house! I would have looked really wierd losing my top and not having anything inside. Hehe... The material of this tube is quite thin so I had to put on my bra again before I could knock on my friend's door (wore the bra in the lift again, this is fun :p) and so I looked quite proper when I joined them. They are friends from JC, and I'm closer to them than to my uni friends for some reason. Some of them left earlier and there were only 4 of us left and we played poker, 2 guys and 2 girls. One of the horny NS boys suggested upping the stakes and betting our clothing. But we agreed to strip only to our undies and I'm fine with that because it is like bikini and swimming trunks right?

To cut a long story short (I'm very long-winded at times), I'm not very good at cards and soon lost my top and jeans. That was after we slowly lost our tissue, earrings, watches, belts, that kind of stuff. The guys were stunned to see me pull off my red top and see my lacy black bra underneath. I told them I was wearing a matching g-string. One of them said he did not expect to see such exotic underwear. Hehe... It was a very pretty set, but I had not expected to show anybody. The guys lost some more of their clothing and I managed to keep my jeans for a while longer (maybe the visual feast they got helped) until one of them shyly stripped to his briefs. At the sight of the bulge in his briefs we laughed like crazy! He was quite embarrassed.

Now while we have gone to the beach in bikini and trunks, I have never seen him erected before! I suppose a lacy lingerie set looks a lot sexier than a bikini and he lost control. I know I was wet and did not want to risk staining my friend's bed so I sat with one foot under me to avoid touching my crotch to the bedsheets. I just wanted to be safe even though I was wearing something. Without any more clothing to lose, the game was coming to an end. The same guy who suggested strip poker asked if we wanted to play forfeit. That is, if we lose again, we have to do something that the winner says. With minimal clothing, you can imagine how hot the forfeits can get! The girl and I were less keen than the guys. It seems strange to be doing this with old friends that we have known for years. Otherwise we might have gone to the next stage.

What kind of forfeits have you played before? One reader emailed me his story of a nude massage with a girl and I'm still waiting for the last part to come in :p

Mum

2007-02-18T15:05:00.003+08:00

If you are a horny reader hoping to bump into me one day in the MRT when I'm not wearing a bra, I have bad news for you. Mum is catching on to my new free-and-easy lifestyle. And she is not happy with it. And I'm not happy because she won't let me do this during CNY.

I usually wash my bras once a week and she noticed that she is not seeing a lot of my bras on the clotheslines these days. She is not buying my story of how I wear the same bra on 2 or 3 days because I'm not out of the house for long and I'm too lazy to keep changing and washing them. I do wear a bra in school, most days, just that I have to wear a top that can hide my boobs (some of my favourite tops can't), and I will sometimes put on the bra only when I reach campus and remove it before I leave. So sometimes one can last me 2 days. See I'm not lying! I do wear my sports bras too, for my gym sessions once or twice a week and I will wash them after that. But I don't usually wear them the whole day as they are too tight and uncomfortable.

To be frank, I'm not always so free and easy in school, not wanting to attract too much attention from people I have to face everyday. And I don't like to wear shapeless tops that downplay my breasts everyday. Most of my favourites need a bra inside so I don't look obscene. And I definitely wear bras when working on projects with guys. In fact I don't even wear miniskirts to school often for the same reason, just that I have more to write on my blog when I do. I'm not telling her about my blog of course, or the things that I can only tell you as Jenny. Maybe she will get used to all these after some time.

The thing is, Mum caught me coming home without a bra last Saturday so I had to confess to not wearing one "sometimes" when going out on weekends but I told her I always choose a suitable top that is not too revealing and wear nipple stickers and bring a jacket to cover up. I didn't bring a bra with me on Saturday, but I took all of the above precautions, fortunately, and she can't really see much.

She says that a big girl like me should know to feel shameful about not wearing a bra. What is the problem? It is not as if I'm topless! I'm still wearing a t-shirt, just that I'm not wearing a bra underneath. I'm not baring my boobs! There are only my parents at home with me and I don't think I need to be so modest when with my family. It is actually very common for girls of my generation to not wear a bra when at home, just a t-shirt will do. She is not too happy that I don't wear bras when at home but as long as I put one on when we have guests and when I go downstairs she keeps quiet about it. I don't mind not having the additional support. And as for when I'm going out.... well I think it is ok as long as I'm careful... I'm practically braless the whole weekend.

I'm not telling her this, but I already have guys staring at my chest even when I'm wearing a bra anyway and I'm used to it so let them stare when I'm not wearing one. It's all about comfort and a lifestyle choice. And I will usually either wear nipple stickers or bring a jacket, sometimes both. Most of the time I just choose a top that is safe to wear when going braless these days so I need not be so self-conscious, unlike the earlier days when I was showing off in white tops. You must be really lucky if you saw something you weren't supposed to. I still wear a bra inside when the top is really too thin or opening too big (risky!) or if it is white coloured.

I think she is not going to stop me as long as I take all these precautions. She didn't like me wearing g-strings, but now she closes one eye. Perhaps in time she will get used to this also. There are some benefits to not wearing a bra all the time. I told her about these, except for the last point:

1. It makes me behave in a more ladylike manner. I don't wave my hands around as much when I talk these days.
2. I don't feel itchy on hot days and scratch there, which is quite unsightly.
3. It is supposed to reduce the chances of getting breast cancer because toxins don't accumulate as much when the breasts are not trapped.
4. Spend less time and water on washing my bras.
5. Spend less money. Do you have any idea how expensive good bras are?
6. My boobs are more accessible. =P

Other than that, happy CNY to all my Chinese readers!

Air on a g-string

2007-01-31T15:02:00.001+08:00

Very windy day today. Skirt kept threatening to fly up and expose my bum. A lot of air going over my g-string. Haha.

This reminds me of yesterday when a friend played classical music from his handphone. It was a very nice tune and I asked him what it was. The name? Air on a g-string, or something like that. I almost burst out laughing when he told me. Seriously got this kind of name? He said a lot of pieces are named after a musical key and this piece is for string instruments, or something like that.

I like that music.

This morning

2007-01-26T15:01:00.001+08:00

I hate 9AM tutorials because I have to get to campus early and that means joining the morning rush hour. I did not have much room to move in the crowded train and was somehow stuck with a man in front of me holding onto a pole with his arm at breast level. Yes, his arm touched my breast when the passengers continued to pile in and he was pushed towards me. I don't think he did it on purpose so it must be his lucky day. Especially when I was free and easy again this morning. Friday's a short day and I couldn't be bothered to wear a bra. Didn't even bring one along today.

I know he can feel my softness through my t-shirt and cardigan. Anyway I was blocked on all sides and cannot really turn away. In situations like this, I can squirm a bit and lift up my file to protect myself if I want to. But the train started moving and I decided to just grin and bear with it. After all I wasn't pressing in very hard. I did regret a little about being so gracious when the train reached the next station and I pressed onto him a little harder because somebody almost fell on me. Lucky him, but I don't even remember his face now, so no big deal.

Cold weather, hot weather

2007-01-16T14:59:00.001+08:00

I haven't been going out in miniskirts for a while. Weather's been too cold and I will catch another cold on my pussy if I leave out my g-string! I still remove my bra sometimes when I'm alone and the top is thick enough or if I have a sweater or cardigan with me. My nipples are very obvious when I'm cold and I want to have some coverage when I go braless after school.

Today's a warm day at last! I could finally go out in a skirt and not freeze my ass off. The skirt is not too short, but I was bare underneath so things remained much cooler than if I wore jeans. I'm glad I was in a skirt. Only problem is, till now, I still have the bad habit of not sitting like a lady unless I keep a tight leash on myself. Once out of school I won't mind if someone looked up my skirt and saw something he wasn't supposed to see, but I must remain decent while with friends. The extra caution was worth it today because warm does not begin to describe the weather. It is very hot!

Haven't been going out as often after Christmas so not much updates to this blog. Too broke now after all the outings and buying of presents. The December hols was too short for me to go work so I'm surviving on what I earned during the last June hols. I remember there was one time when I was doing filing work for 2 days during the hols and I was braless throughout! Of course I had to wear a proper top that will not show cleavage and I had to put on a sweater so it is not so obvious. But that was fun! Don't think the people there noticed and I can easily remove my sweater after work

Oh and I love Sash's blog. I hope to be as free and uninhibited as her when I grow up! See how she overcame her childhood conditioning to be able to disrobe in front of her friends. I'm sure the guys won't mind. :-)

Oh and I love the new blogger! Makes it easier for me to add links and the archives look less cluttered too!

Running in a thong

2006-12-01T14:54:00.001+08:00

Exams suck. So mean of uni to schedule exams so late. People start Christmas shopping already and we're still mugging. Went for another run before the last paper. But still stuck in a HDB estate coz it's too much trouble to go to a quiet park in a private housing estate without a car. Wore a black thong instead of my boyshorts this time.

Of course I did not leave my shorts in the carpark like what I did with my boyshorts. Too exposed running along the walkways with my buttocks bared. I run as usual to the HDB block, then found a unit with laundry hanging outside. I added my shorts, then on an impulse I removed my sports bra and placed it there too. I think they will be safe there at night with the lights already off and the door closed. So now I stand in the cold night wind wearing a singlet and thong (and socks and shoes of course) with my pony tail tied up. I could see my nipples through the thin fabric of my singlet. I walked the next few floors and it was really a little boring. Not very much different from wearing boyshorts, but my boobs bounced much more even though I was walking and not running. Nobody to appreciate them.

I sat down on the staircase for a while, thinking of what to do next. The cement was cold! And dusty. I had to dust off my buttocks after I've decided what to do next. The grooves on the edge of the steps left their mark on my tender flesh. So ugly! I tried to rub them out. I went back for my clothing. I went to the wrong floor and had a mild shock when I could not find my shorts. Still there, fortunately. It did take me a while to find them though. On hindsight, it would have been disastrous if the owners of the house kept their laundry while I was away on my run, I would really be caught with my pants down if they had kept my shorts and bra together with the rest of their laundry!

Wore back my shorts and went to 7-11 to buy drink. Stuffed my bra into my shorts and thong. It makes an ugly shape in my shorts! Dunno where else to keep it but it doesn't really stay there and I have to adjust it from time to time. The male staff at the counter definitely noticed I was not wearing a bra. I smiled at him and he was a little shy. Couldn't decide to look at my face or my nipples. I wonder if this is the last time I can come back to this outlet. Walked along the main road until I reached the town centre but very few people were still around at that time. Also too dark, not many people noticed until I reached bus interchange and took a bus home from there.The light there is stronger and the shape of my nipples more visible.

Ignored the stares of the other passengers, not many of them anyway. Took last seat on the bus and squatted down when the bus moved off. Removed my singlet and sat on the seat again with my shoulders down. Have to check for other vehicles outside, make sure there isn't a bus that suddenly appear beside me and its passengers can see that I'm topless! I played with my breasts for a while. So fun! Bus makes a long trip, I usually take short cut. Wore back my bra and singlet again when 2 bus stops away from home. One of my most exciting bus rides ever!

Braless after a paper

2006-11-28T20:56:00.001+08:00

After one paper I stopped at one of the neighbourhood shopping centres on the way home and removed my bra. I was wearing a dark blue top with dark floral prints and jeans. I like the freedom and comfort of being able to go braless, and I appreciate this freedom all the more during exam times.

One day I was digging through my old clothes when I should have been studying for exams and found this top. It's loose and dark coloured so the shape of my breasts is not so noticable when they move. It's cut so that just a little bit of my cleavage can be seen when I'm wearing a bra underneath. You almost won't see them without that support so it's not really obvious that I'm braless, but you can still tell if you look carefully, as you will see later.

It was still early when I reached the shopping centre and there were not a lot of people. I walked around for a while enjoying the braless feeling. I have decided that I will stroll around until the lunch time crowd comes in and I will leave if I start to feel unsafe. It was mostly ok until I went to try on a top I saw. The aircon in the fitting room was cold and I left it with my nipples standing. I had to go buy some nipple stickers and go stick them on in the toilet. Some guys seem to have noticed along the way and looked more than they usually did, but that is still ok. The creepy part was when I noticed one guy hanging around the toilets and then following me when I came out. I remember seeing him in Watsons! I think he was stalking me! And he was looking at my chest when I came out. The nipple tapes I put on helped make it less obvious, but I think he knows that I'm still braless.

I went to another fashion shop and hung around for a while until he went off before I came out again. I think he's harmless, but it's kind of irritating and I would have been worried if he follows me to the MRT station. But since I lost him, I felt that it was ok for me to have my lunch there. KFC! Eating with my hands oily, I was glad he did not come back. I felt bold and took the train all the way home and wore back my bra only when I alighted at my station. Got to wear it back, can't go home without it. But I think I can get away without a bra. It depends on what I wear and what I do. Need to walk a little slower so the movements are less obvious and nipple tapes help cover up when I get cold or aroused.

crotchless thong

2006-11-24T20:54:00.002+08:00

I'm sure you readers will be happy to know that I have bought a crotchless thong. How could I resist such a naughty piece of lingerie when there is a sale? And what a good way to recover from a tough exam paper!

What's a crotchless thong? Well, you know how a thong is supposed to cover the essentials? A crotchless thong opens at those same essentials. It has only 2 straps running between my legs instead of the double-layered piece. Sounds good? Looking from the front when I stand normally while wearing it, you would think that it is just a normal thong. But when I squat down or spread my legs, you can see everything if you are at the right place and the right time. It's so open and accessible that I don't need to remove it when I go to toilet and pee. Get the picture? It will be so convenient for wearing under a miniskirt and going out to have fun! I can show off everything if I want to, or only as much as I normally would anyway when in a mini. The material between the legs is not enough to hide everything but if I keep my legs together I don't think anybody will realise this is crotchless.

Mum must never see this. She is already not happy that I have more thongs than panties and even those panties are mostly the see-thru, frilly and naughty designs that are obviously meant to be seen. I have only a few plain boring ones I wear when I exercise and when I'm wearing jeans.

I will reward myself with a trip to town in the crotchless after exams! Something to look forward to!

Mugging at a fast food restaurant

2006-11-20T20:52:00.002+08:00

Things I learnt while mugging for exams in a fast food outlet:

1. It can get terribly cold when studying in a miniskirt in aircon. I know you will ask if I'm bare underneath, the answer is that I'm not pantyless, but I'm still cold.

2. It's distracting to study in a miniskirt because it's very easy for me to uncross my legs and give a good view. Sometimes accidentally. I have to resist the temptation to do it intentionally because I won't be able to concentrate on my books if guys from the next table keep staring at me.

3. Going home in the evening for dinner means I have to squeeze with the working people going home after work. It's easy to get molested in the trains. That day that I was wearing a miniskirt, my left buttock got groped by someone who was getting off the train.

4. Studying in a t-shirt and jeans is much warmer even when I'm braless. Got to wear a thick t-shirt though, so the shape doesn't show so clearly.

5. It's so comfy braless that it feels like I'm at home in my room. One time when I was on my way home, I walked almost all the way to the mrt station before I remembered that I haven't worn back my bra and people are noticing.

I hate exams! Need to go let off some more stress!

jog in boyshorts part 2

2006-10-20T20:42:00.002+08:00

Let me continue with my story telling...

So I finally got in the next lift without being seen again (I hope!) and went up to the top floor. I don't know what I would have done if the door opens and there is someone outside waiting for the lift but fortunately there was nobody outside. I walked out slowly and looked around. Staircase at the side, corridors going both sides and the barrier wall is high enough to hide my lower body so that people downstairs will not see anything indecent if they look up. I'm quite decent from the waist up.

I have gone up another block of flats when I went running during my A levels. I was still doing my shorts without panties night run then and I took off my shorts and walked bare bottom along the corridors for a few storeys. It was such a thrill doing it then! I have not gone back to that block and I'm now going to do my walk in my undies. I will walk to the staircase at the other end, walk down to the next floor and walk all the way back and down the next floor again. Floor after floor I walked, my running shoes making no sound. I listened and kept my eyes open for people who might still be outside at this time, walking quickly past open doors so that nobody notices how skimpily dressed I am. Eventually I decided that open doors are safe enough that I will walk past casually, looking in and occasionally seeing someone look back and by then I will have gone past the door and will be at the window where my butt cannot be seen. Hehe... don't think anyone has eyes that sharp when they are busy watching TV...

Then I removed my boyshorts at a staircase landing and walked along the corridor to the other end. It was so exciting taking it off because my shoes were in the way and I had to stop and take them off and I was very vulnerable with my pants down and cannot run away if someone comes along! My legs were shaking as I walked with my boyshorts in my hand, hoping that there will not be any open doors. One door is open! I ran past it quickly hoping nobody will notice my bare bottom. I dared not look in. My heart was pounding by the time I reached the staircase and I had to remove my shoes to wear back my undies. I was so panicky that I dropped the undies and had to pick it up and dust it off and check which is the front and which is the back! And I'm trickling wet down there by now. The corridors were long and after my half-naked run I was ready to call it a night. I forced myself to walk along another 2 floors to calm myself down. I feel much much safer wearing my boyshorts than when I was airing my ass! I then took the lift the rest of the way down, relived not to meet anybody.

Time to go buy a drink from 7-11. A female cashier tonight. I walked behind the shelf so she cannot see my legs. There were 2 guys at the cold drinks and I waited behind the shelf, pretending to be looking at something else. Then they walked over and I hurridly grabbed something big enough to cover myself. The biggest I could find was a loaf of bread and it's not nearly enough! I held it at groin level anyway and walked past them hoping they did not notice, hid at the other side and checked to see if they are following me.Quickly open the fridge and grab a can of 100 plus, threw the bread to the shelf, took a few coins from my coin pouch and went to the cashier. They have followed me back to the fridge after all and are behind me while I paid for the drink and walked out. They had a very good view of my backside and I'm sure they knew it was lacy underwear. Lucky them. I walked out as calmly as I could so I won't draw the cashier's attention. I think she was serving them and did not notice. I wouldn't want her to be telling her colleagues about me and causing my favourite 7-11 to be a place I can no longer go to. I ran off so that those guys will not be able to catch up with me. I did not even know that I was running the wrong way and had to take a longer journey to get home. At least I was sure those 2 guys did not really get to see my face and could see only my pony tail and a lot of my round ass. Not likely that they will recognise me! But still, it was so dangerous...

I had enough for 1 night. I kept away from people, hiding in stair landings where necessary, waiting for them to pass by. I finally made it back to the multistorey carpark and my shorts were still there. I wore them back with trembling legs and headed home. This is the most exciting trip I have ever had!

guys without undies

2006-10-20T20:39:00.002+08:00

Taking a short break from telling about my nighttime jog... I promise to finish writing about it soon ok?

Some readers have been emailing with me and told me that they have also tried going without undies. They are guys, so they face a problem with the distinctive shape when they get excited. Would you like to share your experiences?

For me, I do it for the thrill, because I can do it and nobody knows what I am doing. It's my secret. I'm a girl so my difficulties are to hide the bouncing breasts and to make sure my skirt doesn't fly up and that I don't get too wet... I'm sharing my exciting moments through this blog.

Post your comments or email me in essay form no less than 1000 words :-p

Why do you do it? What challenges do you have to face? What exciting moments have you to tell?

Just kidding, a simple email will do. I'm a curious girl and I like to read about your stories as much as you like to read mine. It's encouraging when there is sharing.

jog in boyshorts part 1

2006-10-19T20:35:00.003+08:00

Last night is a good night to go jogging again. The haze finally cleared up enough to do exercise outdoors... for only 1 night! It's now hazy again... sian.... Haze means I have to stay indoors and be a good girl.

My mum took a look at me in my running gear at 10pm at night and asked, exams coming already? Coz I do this a lot more when exam stress is overwhelming. I was wearing my normal running gear of sports singlet and shorts when I left the house. What is different is that I'm wearing my yellow boyshorts below them instead of my usual cotton panties.

The first thing I did is to go to that nearby multi-storey carpark again, went up the stairs to a high floor where there are no cars being parked. I hid behind a pillar and pulled down my sports shorts and left them on top of a firehose box, folded properly and hope nobody sees them. I had never left anything here before as I will usually just remove my panties and bring them with me. Not as convenient to bring the shorts with me. Much more thrilling to leave them behind too! The whole level is empty and if anybody comes up to put out a fire at this time of the night, I'm just damn unlucky. If someone finds my shorts there at this hour and they go missing, I will have to sneak home much later when my family is asleep... So I took a risk and left them there.

Standing there in my boyshorts, I admired myself a bit more and tugged my singlet a bit to see how much I can cover. I can pull down the back but it won't cover properly and there is still a gap behind. The boyshorts are really low and not enough to cover my ass. They don't move very well with my body and I had to readjust them after I'm done stretching and warming up. One thing I really like: they are cooling! I can feel the breeze cooling my butt as I put my leg up on the wall to stretch them!

Then I started a slow jog down the ramp of the carpark. A couple of floors down, I had to avoid a woman getting out of her car and I waited until she has left before I dared to come out. A car drove in when I reached the ground floor and I hid myself between 2 cars while it drove past. They will be able to see everything in that headlight of theirs! And I did a slow jog along the corridors of the blocks until I reached the canal at the edge of the estate. I had never been this exposed before and I was very very nervously keeping a lookout for anyone who might be outside and able to see me. Safe so far. I jogged along the unlit canal until I reached the next opening, perhaps 3 minutes away and passing by a drunk asleep on the bench. Did he see the yellow? Did he know how much I was showing?

I reached another row of shops that I will not usually patronize during the day. I often come here when out on my night excursions and so I avoid them during the day. It is quiet here and only the 7-11 and coffeeshop are still open at this hour. Shopping later, let me go up the HDB blocks first. There was this time when I took off my shorts and walked along the corridor of the top floor. That was really exciting! Now I'm waiting for the lift in my underwear, even more exciting because I am so exposed and someone may walk to the lobby suddenly! There are no corners to hide in. Just then I heard footsteps behind me and a man walked in from behind me. He looks very surprised to see me in my running shoes, sports singlet and so much lace around my half-exposed butt. I disappeared and ran up to the stairs landing to wait until he goes up the lift.

My knees were shaking with excitement by the time I heard the lift door close and I came down to wait for the next lift. To be caught like this is such a thrill!

More to come later...

School gym

2006-10-18T20:33:00.001+08:00

Still waiting for the haze to clear up so I can go jogging at night. I know, quite a few readers have been telling me they are looking forward to reading about it. The only jogging I can do is in the school gym where the air is filtered and I can't be showing off my boyshorts there.

I can't do much running at home when I'm doing my stunts. But a girl's got a figure to maintain so my serious workout is usually done in the school gym. What I do sometimes is to wear a skirt and go home pantyless after showering. I get a kick out of sitting in the canteen taking a drink knowing I am bare underneath. I don't want to be doing this with many friends around because I have to remember to be careful and I end up behaving a little weird. Not quite myself when I feel the coolness on my pussy. But alone after gym, I seldom meet too many people and if it is just one or two casual friends it is easier to keep my mind on what we are talking about.

Yesterday, I went home braless after gym. I brought a bra along but decided on a whim to leave it out after I showered. I was wearing a black tee that day and I walked slowly so the movements on my chest will not be so obvious. I have a sports bag slung on my shoulder and I have to be careful that it's not pulling on my tee too much. You know how girls often carry the bag with the strap between the breasts? I can't do that without a bra because with the way it presses it will be quite obvious that my breasts are unsupported! So I slung it on my shoulder. I was not bare down there, not with that haze around. I want to keep it clean down there.

I'm attracting appeciative glances at my chest still, a bit more than usual. Should be ok because I can't see any nipple marks. They are probably seeing only the jiggling. Don't think they can tell that I'm braless. I got a seat on the bus near the back that day so I was ok. If I had to stand on a crowded bus and it jerked all the way to the MRT station I think I would die of embarrassment and I will be so wet down there without panties! I won't be risking that in school anytime soon. I hope I don't get that horny!

white top

2006-10-10T20:32:00.001+08:00

A reader suggested that I wear a white top without a bra inside so that my nipples can be seen. For safety, I can put on a jacket on top so I can cover up when it is dangerous and open when I want to show. I wore a plain white sleeveless top and jeans to campus today and decided to try this out. I didn't want to wear a jacket while waiting for the bus so I had to keep my bra on until I was out of campus and safely on my way home. I changed at the MRT station toilet and took off my bra and wore back my top. Looking in the mirror, all I can see of my nipples are the points they make on my top and they are obvious when they move. Cannot really see the dark coloured spots. My jacket covers them when I pull it together so I think I should be ok.

I can feel my boobs swinging as I walk. I adjusted my jacket, letting my nipples show and pulling on the jacket only when people noticed. Or perhaps they noticed my swinging breasts? They move a lot without a bra to hold them in. I try to walk slower and in a more ladylike manner. They swing less but I'm still self-conscious and afraid that people will notice them. Missed the train. Can't chase them when I'm like this! Waited for the next train. Avoid crowded places. Some secondary school boys, a few years younger than me. Will they notice? I let my jacket open and one boy stared hungrily at them. I was ready to pull the jacket close if he tells his friends but he never did. Keeping the good view for himself. It is better for me that way. I will get really uncomfortable if all of them start staring! I can feel my boobs move as the train arrive at stations and when it accelerates.

I went to the supermarket near my home to get some milk and bread that mum wanted. It was cold at the frozen food section and I could feel my nipples hardening. Hehe so fun to be doing this when I'm not wearing a bra! Then I took a risk and queued up at the cashier without my bra. She won't notice anything as long as I kept my jacket on but I had to walk home after that with my groceries in a plastic bag in one hand and my file in the other. My breasts swinging freely as I walk and I can't even pull the jacket close! At least one guy noticed, I think a construction worker. At least he's not a neighbour and don't know me! It's such a thrill!

yellow boyshorts

2006-10-09T20:28:00.001+08:00

Remember how I sometimes go jogging at night? I bought a new pair of boyshorts recently and I'm going to wear them as my running shorts. Boyshorts are worn next to the skin like panties, so you don't wear anything under them. You think anyone will notice that it's underwear? Cool huh? You bet. The ventilation is a lot better also!

Ok, I know some guys may not be familiar with boyshorts.... it's actually undies.You are familiar with panties, aren't you? Ok, panties are triangular in shape, boyshorts are rectangular. The legs are longer, like minishorts. Oh go www.victoriassecret.com and look around if you really have no idea what I'm talking about.

My boyshorts are yellow, not the kind of colour that running shorts are in usually, but from a distance you might think it's just some funky-coloured shorts that are very tight and short. Close up, you might notice that the back is not quite enough to cover my round bum and about 3 inches of my rear cleavage is exposed. And the bottom of my bum will not be covered properly too. It's that tiny. And that's when it is properly pulled up and I'm standing straight. When I bend over to do some stretching...

I can pull down the back of my sports singlet but it won't cover properly. The front has some lace and is a bit see-thru. I can still see some blackness even though I have removed most of my hair down there. But you must get close enough. Well, don't think I will go coffeeshop and buy a drink in this attire. The lace will be very noticable up close. There's lace all around the edge, along the legs, along my bum, on the back where my butt crack is. Very noticable indeed!

Now that the haze is clearing up, I will be going running in it soon!

Borders

2006-10-05T14:00:00.001+08:00

I wore a miniskirt to Borders this morning. I seldom wear miniskirts to school or when going out with guy friends because I've to be careful not to flash my g-strings. I have gotten a few nice compliments from guys that my butt is very shapely, and I know it is too easy to see up my skirt when going up escalators. I don't want platonic friends getting too aroused over me! That will be embarrasing.

The thing is, when I'm out with other girls or on a date or when on my solo trips to town, I often wear a mini with a nice g-string so that I look good if someone happens to see. Actually when I'm all dressed up prettily I'm often in the mood to show off and don't really care that guys see me running light. It's more important for me that what I'm wearing inside is just as nice as what is outside!

So I wore a black mini and a pretty g-string from Topshop that has red and white stripes and lots of lace at the edges. Very very girlish, don't you think? The bright colour is very visible when seen against my black skirt (catches attention) if you're looking from the correct angle. I know, I checked myself in the mirror before coming out. My mum will throw a fit if she knows what a show I put on at times.

I took a bus to Borders and crossed the road, the wind playing with my skirt as I waited at the traffic lights. I like that ticklish and cooling feel of the wind caressing my bare skin behind. I often feel so notti when I'm in a mini and gstring that I will just let it flap and sometimes (it happened before) the skirt will be lifted by the wind and give people behind me a good view. It's otherwise still quite a tease to see it flap, don't you think? But when in a longer skirt I'm quite a lady and will hold my skirt when the wind blows or when going up escalators.

I took the escalator up to the 2nd floor first but there was nobody down there. Boring. Went down the other side and into Borders. I squatted in front of the bookshelf and read a book, can't sit on the floor when my skirt is so short. Some time later a guy came from the side and was looking at books. Or was he looking at me? He's in luck today! I turned sideways a bit so that he can see my g-string if he is interested. He also squatted down with a book to enjoy the view! Ok... that's getting a little too close... time to move on. I left after a while and checked that he wasn't following me.

I went to sit near coffee bean and showed my gstring to people walking past while I was SMSing my friend. We were supposed to buy a birthday present for a mutual friend. I came out early so I can have some fun before meeting her. They noticed the display but nobody said or did anything. Some slowed down and stared but they all continued walking. It's generally quite safe to be doing this in Singapore. Just avoid the more elderly aunties in case they make a lot of noise. I have seen other girls doing this before. I think I'm getting wet already.

I walked down the escalator and crossed to Lido where the 2-storey high escalators are. A good place to display myself to whoever wants to see! The urge to flash is stronger now and I stand with my butt pushed to one side. It's quite a thrill to be up there in a short skirt knowing that guys below can see my bare butt skin even if they cannot see much of the g-string. I walked along the passageways outside the shops, next to the glass panels. Someone might be looking up from the storey below. But it is time to meet my friend at Food Republic for lunch. Had to come out and walk across outside Wisma but the wind is not as strong now. Control myself a bit now that I'm with a friend.

After our lunch I stood up and the skirt is wedged in between my butt. Oops... it happens sometimes when I'm wearing a g-string. I didn't adjust my skirt but it dropped out by itself after I walked a few steps. Wonder if anybody noticed. Hmmm...

plans for today

2006-10-05T13:19:00.001+08:00

A reader told me of Angie from KL who is inspired by Jaime and me! Wow isn't it exciting to be starting a new trend? I hope she updates her blog again soon. Love the way she writes.

I don't have lessons today and went out, don't waste the free day. I can be more daring on weekdays when there are fewer people in town. It's been such a long time since I last went to town pantyless!

I just trimmed my hair down there last night. Removed most of it (not that I have A LOT to start with) and now the view is very much less obstructed. Hehe.... Dare I really show it off? See my mood...

in school

2006-09-06T13:10:00.003+08:00

I can't have my fun while in school because I just cannot sit properly, and I will keep swinging my legs and uncrossing and recrossing them. So I can't go pantyless while in school.

I recrossed my legs a few times already while having lunch with my friends, but some of them hardly shift their butt at all! I have to learn to sit properly... and some of them can wear shorter skirts than me confidently and not run light because they are so petite. With my big bum I seldom wear minis. Wearing minis get me a lot of attention already. Going pantyless is also a lot more dangerous for me.

I tried going pantyless on campus, wearing jeans with the zip down. Yes, some of my hair was showing through the open zip. I had to cover with a file. I zipped up again when I went for my afternoon classes. But on the way home, I passed by a shopping centre and I walked one round with it uncovered. I'm not sure if anybody saw, the zip is only 2 inches long anyway, the opening can hardly be seen. But it was fun!

night adventures

2006-08-23T13:03:00.003+08:00

Let me continue with my story.

By the time I started my "adventures" again, I had already stopped for several months. I had to work up my courage again.

I often go jogging or cycling late at night when it is cooling and quiet. It is one way for me to unstress when exams are near. I find myself going on my trips more often when I'm stressed, so it is another way for me to let off some steam. Isn't it a good idea to go flashing when cycling or jogging at night?

I would go cycling wearing my normal bra and panties under tank-top and shorts when I go cycling. There is a multi-level carpark nearby that I will head for. It is always deserted at the top floor and I would remove my bra there and continue on my way with just a white sports singlet. My nipples will get quite visible when I'm wet with perspiration, so it is exciting whenever I pass by people on my bike. Double the fun if I'm going up or down the pavement when passing people because I shake a lot without my bra! I will go back to the carpark just before going home and put on my bra again. I will usually just unclip my bra and slip it off my shoulders when removing it. It is easy to do so in a singlet, and safer to do it quickly. I will have to clip it around my chest and pull it up the inside of my singlet, slip the straps out of the holes and up my shoulders. This is the time when I am the most scared, because if somebody comes while I'm struggling with my bra with my tanktop pulled halfway up my chest, i may not be able to hide in time.

I tried jogging without my bra, but I can only take baby steps. I wear a C-cup bra and I find it too uncomfortable to run fast. Ok, when I do this, it is not really to exercise, but I still need to be able to run fast if I get into trouble and need to get away. So I dare not do it again. What I do is to remove my panties and bare my butt and wear back my shorts again, in the open. In a dark and quiet spot of course, but out of house. I have done it along the jogging track of a canal near my place, in the middle of a field at midnight, on the top floor of a multi-storey carpark, at the staircase of another block, in a lift going down (now this is really scary, it might open at any time!). All sorts of places. I will sometimes tie the panties around my wrist or stuff it into my bra so that it doesn't drop off. It's no fun keeping it in my pocket. I get a kick out of buying a drink at 7-11 outlets and paying money with that hand. They don't usually notice what it is, unless I'm wearing something lacey.

I think it is the risk of getting caught that keeps me coming back again and again when I keep telling myself to quit. It's like an addiction, the more I do, the more daring I want my next trip to be.

I'm back

2006-08-21T13:06:00.004+08:00

It's been almost 2 years since I last blogged here. Are any of my readers still around?

First of all, some updates. I was in JC first year when I first blogged here. I am in uni first year now. I stopped my adventures shortly after my first year exam and I started on my commando trips again near the second year exams. More as the A levels drew nearer. I guess it was a way for me to release stress? I do less obvious things this time round, afraid of getting caught. After taking a break from my first "season" of flashing, I do it only quietly, at night when nobody can see me. I guess I'm scared.

I will tell of some stories soon. Let me organise my thoughts.

Email me and let me know if you enjoy reading about my adventures ok?

after exams

2004-12-07T12:57:00.003+08:00

I had been a very good girl for the rest of the exams, although I did think about what I would do after exams.

I went to East Coast beach to go cycling braless after my last paper. The beach will still be quite empty at this time so I should be ok. I almost stopped to remove my bra on the way home from school! My mum will kill me if I do that though. I changed my clothing and left as soon as I could. I was wearing a pink bikini inside my baby tee and denim shorts and the pink bra was visible through my white tee, but mum did not say anything. Hehe...

Once I arrived, I rented a bicycle so I could farther to the even more deserted areas. The road was long and I could be seen from a long way off. I didn't want to remove my bra at a place where everyone could see me. I reached a slip road and went in, the trees at the sides provided some shelter from sight. Unknotting my bikini top through my tight baby tee was harder than I expected, and I had to pull it up almost all the way to expose the knot for my finger to undo it. I pulled the tee down again before I pulled out the bikini top. Stuffing it into my bag, I cycled out onto the main road again.

I could feel my breasts moving more than usual when going over speed bumps on the road, but there was nobody there to see. Some uncle cycling from the other direction with fishing rods did stare at my chest, however. You think I'm a mermaid is it?! But after I noticed that I'm being stared by a few more people I passed, I looked down and realised that my nipples were visible through my white baby tee! That was why they stared! But today I didn't care! I won't ever meet them again, so let them look all they want!

It was a hot day and I soon wanted to remove my tee and wear just my bikini top instead. No slip roads in sight so I headed for the trees. My breasts really bounced like crazy when cycling over the grass and tree roots! Fortunately nobody around to notice... There was a beach at the edge of the water, a small sandy patch. Removing my tee, I enjoyed a minute of half-naked freedom before I put on my bikini top again! Topless tanning is another thing we are not allowed to do, so I kept it short. I enjoyed the heat of the sun on my nipples, which have never seen the sun before! I took out my towel and tanned for a while, with my bikini top untied so that the tanlines will not be left on my back. I almost fell asleep there!

Eventually, I had to get up again, the bike is almost due. This time I cycled back with just my bikini top on, and I was sure the person at the rental station was ogling at my breasts longer than when I first went in my tee! I felt so good about it that I ordered a drink from MacDonalds and drank it in the air-con for a while. It got cold after a while and I left before my nipples hardened too much and embarrassed me. I went to Parkway Parade with my tee on, and shopped for a while before going home, enjoying the attention my bikini top attracted.

before exams

2004-12-07T00:01:00.001+08:00

Exams had been killing me and I didn't have anything to blog about! No time to blog also, during those 2 weeks when my friends and I were mugging like mad for our exams. 2 weeks to force-feed ourselves the whole syllabus of one year! That's what happens to students like us who party too much during the year and have too little time to study. But mugging together before the exam is what makes studying fun, right?

1 of the girls in the study group has a bigger house, so we studied together there. Parents are out during the day so we did not really manage to study much, but night time is when we really worked hard and got ourselves stressed up. I was a good girl all this while, until one night when I was on my way home after a study session. I suddenly remembered the no-panty sessions I had months ago and suddenly wanted to do something like that again.

My bus ride was about 10 minutes long at this time of the night. I was sitting at the back as usual and the bus was almost empty. I put the books one side and looked around for a while to see if it was safe to remove my panties. No bus around me, passengers are all in front, and I am still a few stops away. I quickly pulled down my berms and panties, then realised I'm wearing sandals which I have to remove before my panties can come out. I sat my naked backside on the cold rubber seat and almost cried out because it was so cold! The frigid cold air now touching my private parts between my legs is making me shiver very quickly, I dunno from the cold or from the excitement. I removed my sandals and slipped my berms and panties off, then slipped my berms on again. Stuffing my panties into my pocket, I pressed the bell and quickly shuffled off the bus. It is just too cold!

I was still 2 stops away from my house and I decided to walk home. Seems kind of silly now to have to walk home for just a few seconds of excitement, but I didn't mind then. It was fun! Then the urge to pee cut in. I must have felt it already while on the bus, brought on by the cold, but I did not really feel it until the excitement wore off. I cut through some blocks of flats to get home faster, but a naughty thought crossed my mind to find some place where I could pee in public! A lift, perhaps, or staircase? I didn't want to be caught, but the risk would be exciting!

I decided to use a block of flats across the road from my own block. This block is quiet, does not have much of a corridor and so it is less likely for me to be disturbed. I didn't want to do it in my own block for obvious reasons - it will be disastrous if I was caught by a neighbour who recognized me!

Anyway, I took the lift up to the top floor, all the while keeping my legs together and pressing hard to keep the pee from spilling out. I headed for the staircase landing and looked around cautiously. The bus I took was probably the last bus, it was pretty late at night and the doors were all closed. Nobody wandering around as far as I could see. I checked the 2 floors both above and below the landing, and when I was sure it was all quiet, I placed my books quietly on the floor and got ready to pee. By now I was almost bursting!

I pulled the berms down to my knees and squatted carefully on the stairs so that I will not splash on my own legs. It was such a thrill to be peeing in public and seeing the urine flow down the stairs! I adjusted my berms so I could look at myself and see the flow going down. It took much longer than I expected and I was starting to panic and I could not stop the flow either. I quickly wiped myself when I had finished and pulled up my berms, still enjoying the disgusting sight of the urine flowing down the stairs. I think it was exciting because peeing in public is something we are not supposed to do? The urine detectors installed in lifts made it very clear that we can get into trouble for it, and the risk just added to my excitement.

I picked up my stuff and ran to the lift, and almost skipped the rest of the way home. Dunno why I did that, maybe exam stress? Haha.

Some updates

2004-10-03T12:55:00.002+08:00

It's been a while since I last wrote about my "going commando" trips, and I thought I should update my blog.

Almost every morning, I will go to school pantyless, and will detour to the toilet to put it on just before going to class. It helps me wake up so early in the morning! There was this time when we were told to go to the school hall and sit down for a briefing, and I really had to sit carefully because I had not yet put on my panties! It left me damp down there. I make it a point to keep my panties on throughout the day, until it's time to go home, just to be safe. I'm such a tomboy that I cannot always be sitting like a lady, and cannot guarantee that nobody has ever seen my panties before. Better panties than pussy right? I had to stop this for a week when my period was approaching and I started wearing panties again, so that if it comes, I had at least my liner and my panties. I'm sure you can understand...

I'm not allowed to go braless even when at home, my mum will yell at me when she sees me doing that. But there is nobody to see, only my dad and younger brother, and I don't really mind if they see my nipples. But no, she won't hear of it. Ever since my breasts started growing, I was allowed to go braless only when I'm sleeping in my room. Naturally, I'm not used to the attention I get when I go braless outside. Even when I slept over at my friend's house, I felt uncomfortable about not wearing a bra even though her house was empty. It felt so deliberate, so unlike what I'm used to doing.

I admit it was quite a thrill while it lasted, but it's getting to be more trouble than it's worth. I might stop for a while. Or maybe one day I will go do it in a big way, just for a kick, but no longer everyday.

Watch this space, I might come back.

bus ride

2004-09-12T12:52:00.003+08:00

Hi everyone! I had a very good ride on the bus today! And I wanna share it with everyone!

I wore baby tee and a flare miniskirt to meet my friends today, and I always have to be careful when wearing a miniskirt because I will expose myself very easily. I'm 1.70M tall and I have long legs, my friends tell me I zaogeng more easily than girls with short legs. I cannot wear the cheerleader-style miniskirts that are very popular because they are too short and too flare! My backside is not that flat. Sigh. Can only wear the older fashions.

Anyway, back to my joyride! I wore a black thong under my skirt today just for the kick of it, so that if people do get to look, they have something nice to see! Once I got on the bus, I headed for the last seat and sat in the corner. The bus is still empty at the interchange and I got to choose the best seat. Guess what I did when the bus moved off? That's right! I stripped off my thong and sat there bare under my miniskirt! It's a TIBS bus so the last seat is higher than the rest and I was pretty exposed. I had to reach from the hem of my skirt to pull the thong down a little and wriggle it off, all without being seen by the driver. Fortunately, I think he was busy checking the road as he left the interchange and did not notice me.

I wanted to put the thong into my bag, but why not keep it elsewhere? In a pocket of my skirt? The skirt is like cargo pants and had 2 big pockets at the sides, but it's no kick keeping inside. How about inside my bra? I'm a bit too exposed to be reaching into my tee... don't want the driver to have an accident now do we? I tried tying it around my wrist but the ribbon won't stay in place, so I sort of coiled it up and slotted my hand through it as though it were a scrungy. That worked well enough. I sat with my legs apart and nobody could see me. I lifted the hem of my skirt for a while and swung my knees in and out, but it soon got boring.

More passengers boarded the bus soon and I had to stop my antics until they have settled down. I have to remember to keep my legs together also, or I might give them a bad fright! I brushed back my hair with my hand and I saw the thong wrapped around the wrist. It does not look too out of place, I might decide to walk around like that later! Let me hide the Triumph tag on it... It's still boring, so I went down to the second last seat where my legs will be shielded from sight. My fingers now had free play under my skirt! I had to stop for a while when the bus comes to a stop, or at least try and keep a straight face. My smell fills the area around me after a while, dunno if the other passengers in front are wondering about the scent!

And finally, I came dripping wet just 2 stops away from my destination. One girl turned to look at me when she was standing at the door waiting for the bus to stop. I turned away and looked out of the window, hoping that she will not be so nosey. She alighted. I quickly wiped up with tissue and got ready to make my way down the bus, my body still tingling with the afterglow of the orgasm. I stuffed the tissue into the bin for waste tickets.

I think I was a lot less tense after cumming, and was quite relaxed about being bare under my skirt. I joined my friends and hung around with them for a while before going into the ladies to wear back the thong.

Pantyless in school

2004-09-10T12:49:00.002+08:00

I had been one horny girl the whole week! Just thinking about my adventures the last weekend and planning for what to do this coming Saturday and Sunday is making me excited!

I tried locking myself in my room and trying on my clothes to see what I can wear without underwear and not be too obvious. I have tried miniskirt, white pant, baby tee, spaghetti-strap top, buttoned blouses, big tees, and lots of others! I have even tried my school uniform! I won't dare to go to school braless, it's much too obvious and even the nipples can be seen through the fabric! I will be known all over the school! I shook my body to see if my breasts will move too noticeably. I think it is still ok if I wear a loose teeshirt, except loose tees don't look as nice as tight tees.

Yesterday, I went into the ladies to remove my panties before the Physics lab so I won't be so bored. It made the lesson much more fun for me! I have a guy partner and he's totally unaware that I'm bare under my skirt! It was such a thrill when I think about what my teachers and classmates will say if only they know! But of course they won't know, I'll be careful. I put it back on after the lesson. Today, I went bare during my Physics lecture! It was so dangerous because I'm sitting in the LT and really have to be careful not to zaogeng. Any upskirts in the LT will be fatal! I sat like a lady throughout the boring lecture and crossed my legs carefully, and had to be sure I didn't fall asleep or the people in front will really have a nice view if they turn around and see my legs open.

It's such a thrill but it's too dangerous to do this in school. One slip up and that's it for me. I will reserve this sort of fun for weekends. Now what shall I do this Saturday? Hehe...

braless today

2004-09-06T12:47:00.002+08:00

I wore my black stretch pants today, minus panties! My panties were already in my bag when I left the house, did not bother to wear them today! I like the tight stretchy feeling of the pants pressing between my legs! There is something very exciting about the risk of "getting caught" that makes it such a turn-on! I was moist between the legs from yesterday's virgin panty-less escapade, and I'm feeling the wetness again very quickly!

I went back to my room and placed a pantyliner before going out. Yes, pantyliners, even though I'm not wearing panties today. I had to stick the pantyliner on the inside of my pants. Learnt this trick from a girlfriend's older sister. I will usually put on pantyliners everyday because I'm such a horny girl and I get wet easily. I don't like to stain my panties because my mum washes my panties and will nag at me for being a naughty girl. She won't have anything to complain today because I'm not even wearing panties! It will be worse if she finds stains on the inside of my pants! Roll my eyes.... Going out of the house, I passed a neighbour and greeted the uncle like I normally do. My heart was fluttering as I thought of what the neighbours will say if they know I'm such a naughty girl! But of course there is no way for them to find out.

I took the bus to the town centre and walked around for a while. Boring day, nothing to see and I soon forgot about not wearing panties because it felt the same to me. Maybe I should take my bra off? I went into the toilet in Mac to do so. There was not much room in the tiny cubicle to remove my top and bra, then wear back the top. I stuffed the bra into my bag and went out to look at myself in the mirror. Oops... I think it is a bit too obvious that I'm not wearing a bra! I can see my breasts moving when I shake my shoulders! I had never done this before and didn't know what it will be like! Just then the door opened and another girl came in to use the ladies. She went into my cubicle! How can I put my bra back on again like this? I'm in trouble... I can't stay there and wait for them to come out... I decided to take my chances and go find another empty cubicle elsewhere!

I carried my sling bag in my hands walked out, very very conscious of my breasts moving under my top, a bit embarrassed and nervous. Nobody seem to notice me until I'm almost out of the Mac. I was pulling the door open just as a guy from the other side pushed in, and his eyes looked down at my chest. My breasts shake more when I have to pull the door and that caught his attention. I quickly walked out and did not even see his face! I vaguely recall a stunned look on his face but I cannot remember what he looks like. With the excitement I walked a bit fast but forced myself to slow down when I notice someone else staring at me. I slowed down so I will not shake as much. I tried slinging on my bag, the strap going down between my breasts like I usually do. Without a bra, the strap pressed against one of my breasts and pushed it sideways, unlike when I'm wearing a bra and it holds them together. Really feels different. I found another fast-food restaurant but its toilet mirror is outside the ladies! Inside don't have! I can't be shaking my boobs at the public mirror outside right? Look so ugly! I just decided to go to town directly to meet my friends. I think I can get used to the braless feeling.

The short walk to the MRT station was still ok, I walked slowly so that my braless C cups will not attract too much attention. I think another guy noticed, but he was alone and I ignored him. I was soon enjoying the "free-and-easy" feeling and the sensation of swaying gently under my top. My nipples are not very obvious also. But when I get into the train I started to regret when the train started moving. I'm sitting down and facing the passengers on the other side, I don't know if they can notice the movement of my breasts... I crossed my arms across my chest and under my boobs, my upper arms pressing inwards and that provided some support. My breasts swayed less when the train is starting or stopping. There was only this guy a few years older than me who must have noticed. He kept staring at me from the other side where he was sitting down, until more passengers came in and blocked his view. What can he see? Can he see my nipples? Can he tell that I'm not wearing a bra?

At my stop, I had to uncross my arms to stand up and hold onto the rail. I think another middle-aged uncle noticed my swaying breasts and kept ogling at me very blatantly. I ignored him. I quickly went into the ladies and wore back my bra and panties before going out to meet my friends. Ha! Today not so boring after all! I think I will try it again another time!

Going commando!

2004-09-06T12:45:00.002+08:00

Some of my school friends told me about this website, http://jaimedays.blogspot.com, about the adventures of this female flasher who walks around naked for everyone to see. It shocked me at first, but I think she's so brave to do all this! As for me, I have never dared to go out without underwear, though I would want to give it a try! My friends tell me it's called "going commando" and it sounds very thrilling!

Yesterday afternoon I tried walking around a shopping centre without my panties! I went to the ladies to remove them and put them into my sling bag. I was wearing a denim skirt that goes halfway down my thighs, should still be ok. Don't think I will be easily expose. Walking out of the cubicle, I tried to behave normally as I checked my hair and my clothes at the mirror, but my heart was fluttering. Nobody will notice that I am any different, but it's still a thrill you know? My clothes are in place, the zip of my skirt is up, out I go!

It's even more of a rush as I opened the door and stepped out of the ladies. The afternoon crowd was milling around and I tried to blend in. I must have been too self-conscious, because how can anybody possibly know that I'm naked under my skirt? And yet the thrill of doing something I should not be doing is making me nervous. I spend half an hour walking around, trying to do the things I would normally do, and it was a while before I forgot myself and enjoyed my window shopping. I almost tried on a pair of pants before I remembered that I did not have my panties on and I might end up staining it! I quickly put it back and left the shop.

Going into a bookshop, I made sure I squatted very carefully when I wanted to look at books piled on the ground. I did not want to risk exposing my pussy! I got used to it after a while, I just had to be a bit more careful and alert than usual, that is all. I went back to the ladies to wear back my panties because I will be meeting my friends soon and I want to be less tense when around them. Some day I may go out pantyless even when with them! Won't that be exciting? I still don't dare to do so yet...

Going out again later, I will wear my black pants this time! See you!

intro myself

2004-09-06T12:42:00.002+08:00

Hi all!

Inspired by Jaime's adventures, I have also started going out without undies! And I'm gonna blog about it too! You all must give me your support ok?

Tell you a bit about myself. A bit younger than her, I'm a JC student doing my first year. I don't have a family car but I will still be travelling around doing fun stuff like her too. This means you will see me on public transport more often!

I'm proud of my C cups but I have never gone out braless before this... hmm... what can I get away with? Her adventures sound so exciting! Dare I follow? I dunno.... I don't think I will just let everyone see me like that... should I?