Titles marked with the (FF) prefix are stories which has little to no build up of plot and character. It goes straight into the action. There are requests for stories that dive straight down into the thick of the action rather than go too much into the characters and what they do. I understand it’s different strokes for different folks, but i will try to cater to all preferences. FF, also stands for fast and furious will have shorter intros, just enough to read you into the scene before the action begins.
It will be dirtier, darker, and i may remove the preview altogether, or restrict it for subscribers only for some titles due to the nature of the story.
James and his wife Joan, moves into a new estate surrounded by construction sites. One day, on their way home, they were waylaid by illegal workers looking for a good time.
Whenever relatives asked why Joan and i are still not starting a family, i will just give them an awkward smile and change topic. To outsiders, they will probably pass us off as one of those DINK couples. Dual income, no kids, just want to travel and enjoy themselves, maybe post videos and pictures online to make everyone envious of us.
However that could not be further from the truth. If that incident did not happen, we would probably be parents by now.
Joan and i wanted a family, even when we were dating back in Junior college, we both knew kids were on the horizon if we get married.
We were the model couple, decent grades, Joan and i look good together. Joan has no lack of suitors despite being attached to me, her outgoing personality and warmth is something that draws everyone to her. She gets flowers and gifts from other guys on valentine’s day but it didn’t bothered me one bit. Knowing she is desirable made me treasure her more.
We often visit each other’s homes, and our parents have grown fond of our significant other, some friends teased that we were already behaving like we are married or something.
Joan and i gave each other our first time at a staircase after the last A level paper. I will never forget that afternoon. After a lunch gathering with a few classmates in a cafe, Joan and i walked back to her place holding hands. We were glad the exams were finally over and are looking forward to our well deserved break for the next few months.
As we approached her block, i gently nudged her arm towards another shorter block. One where we frequent for some alone time. We never venture beyond kissing and some fondling though. Joan gave me a sideway glance and an irritated glare but she did not stop me. We quietly took the lift to the top of that 5 storey block and walked to the stair landing.
Putting out bags on the floor, we started kissing and fondling each other. I have been holding back my urges for a long time and i was surprised when i felt Joan’s hand reaching for my zipper.
James : gasp!
I was reminded of the song, Heaven is a place on earth when Joan got down on her knees after pulling down my pants. She gave me a cheeky grin and took my throbbing penis into her mouth.
One thing led to another, the next thing i knew, i was sitting on the edge of the staircase and Joan lifted up her skirt. I could not see what is happening down below but i could feel it. I could feel the warmth, that slippery comfort as Joan slowly lowered herself onto me.
She was really wet and even though she admit it was rather painful, she liked the feeling of being stretched.
Joan : gasp! ernghh…it’s painful…i..erngh…i can feel you really deep inside…ernghh…
I didn’t really thrust into her, we just embraced each other and truly bask in that moment where we become one. That moment was etched into both of our brains, a moment we still speak of fondly many years after it happened.
We got our results a few months later, i enlisted in the army, Joan went to NUS and our relationship remained strong, both of us still very much committed to each other. We applied for a HDB flat when Joan started working and i was in the 2nd year of my university.
Every piece of the puzzle is slowly but surely falling into place for us. We’re checking every box of your average young Singaporean couple. After i graduated, i got a job in the civil service and a year later, our flat was ready.
Being the kiasu Singaporean, and eager to have a place to call our own, Joan and i appealed to the authorities to let us get the keys earlier. We even submitted our ROM dates and gave a whole list of excuse from wanting to make room for siblings at parents place to starting a family.
It worked, we were the first to get the keys to our new flat, a full 3 months before the others did. We did some quick renovation, bought furnitures from IKEA and assembled them on our own. When other neighbors were queuing up for their key collection, Joan and i moved into our new place.
It was supposed to mark a new chapter in our lives as a married couple, however, something happened. Something happened that upended it all.
It was an unfortunate incident, one that stayed fresh in my head as if it happened yesterday.
My wife Joan, was raped by illegal workers hanging around the nearby construction sites. And you know what made it worse?
It happened in front of me, on our matrimonial bed, in our home. And there’s nothing i can do but watch.
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