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’ sister in law came into the room while he was having sex with his wife.
I’ve always loved the quiet hum of Sengkang at night.
Our condo,tucked away in one of those mid-rise blocks along Rivervale Crescent feels like a world apart from the chaos.
No glittering skyline here, just the soft glow of HDB lights across the street, the occasional LRT rumble in the distance, and the thick tropical humidity seeping in despite the sealed windows.
Inside, the air-con keeps everything crisp and controlled. That’s how Meihui and I prefer it. The outside world muggy,humid and uncomfortable, our private space on the other hand, nice and cozy, intimate, entirely ours.
We’d been married five years, together seven, can be considered old couple already but we’re both in our early 30s.
My wife Meihui is a petite woman, with those sharp, expressive eyes and long black hair that she pins up for work but lets cascade freely at home. She handles marketing for a tech firm in CBD. I’m in finance, not the uber rich with money rolling in kind, but sort of middle office i would say, supporting the guys bringing in the dough.
Still, money is comfortable. We can affords us this comfortable three bedroom unit with its open-plan layout and balcony overlooking the pool.
Our sex life? It never fizzled. If anything, it sharpened over time, growing more creative, more intense. We learned early on that Meihui thrives on surrender. She likes being tied up, blindfolded. Silk scarves for her wrists, satin blindfolds to block out the world. When she’s restrained and sightless, every brush of my fingers, every whisper, hits her like electricity.
Those toys from that discreet shop in Geylang?
They became staples, turning ordinary nights into something electric.
No kids, we have no plans to start a family, we just love life the way it is.
Career set, condo will be fully paid in 10 years, a 2nd hand bread and butter Jap car, several holidays a year, i can say my wife and i are living the Singapore dream for a DINK couple.
Everything was good, then Ling crashed into our routine.
Meihui’s younger sister rang one stormy Thursday evening, voice cracking over the line. The weather is exactly the same as how it will be like if i were to film some horror film. Strong winds, heavy rain with plenty of lightning and the occasional crash of thunder.
Freshly broken up with her boyfriend, she needed a place to crash, if she went back to her parent’s, they will pepper her with questions, especially she was the one who insisted on moving in with the boyfriend in the first place after a month together.
Ling : just a couple of weeks, jie, I promise. I’m slowly move back to Pa and Ma’s place.
Meihui, ever the protective elder, agreed instantly, barely glancing my way for input. By Saturday, Ling was unpacking her suitcase in the guest room, all wide smiles and repeated thanks for the hospitality.
Ling’s a mirror of Meihui in so many ways, same delicate bone structure, same petite frame that causicians would love to perform sexual stunts with.
Same giggle, same laugh, they like the same food and enjoy the same drinks, but the differences stand out more each day.
Ling’s hair falls longer, midway down her back, often left loose and tousled like she just rolled out of bed. Her eyes hold a mischievous glint, as if she’s perpetually in on some secret joke. And her energy? Bolder, less reserved. She moves through the space like it’s hers, filling it with her presence.
From the start, Ling’s habits wove subtle threads of tension into our daily life. Mornings, she’d emerge for breakfast in tiny cotton shorts that hugged her curves, paired with cropped tanks that rode up when she stretched for the coffee pods on the high shelf. I’d catch myself glancing,how could I not?
That’s like a fucking cock tease itself.
When she fucking bent over the fridge, her long hair swinging forward, exposing the smooth line of her back, i see that ass i feel like smacking it to hear the ‘piak’ sound.
She’d chat casually about her job hunt, sipping kopi while perched on the kitchen island, legs swinging, toes brushing the floor. Innocent enough, but the way her shorts inched higher with each shift… it was a quiet tease, deliberate or not.
More often than not, i had to turn away before i could feel an erection coming.
Afternoons, if she was home, she’d lounge on the balcony in oversized top that caught the breeze, the thin fabric clinging to her body in the humidity.
She’s braless by the way so you can imagine the sight that greeted me when i work from home.
Evenings? Evenings brought more, she’d change into loose tank tops, still without bras, the outlines visible under the living room lights as we shared dinner.
She may be braless, but the tank tops are the padded kind. It takes so much effort not to look at those protrusions that i feel myself burning extra calories just by not looking.
After dinner, a bit of banter with her sister, it was time for Ling’s ritual.
She’d pour herself a glass of red wine,cheap stuff from NTUC, but she savored it like fine vintage. She’d sip slowly in the living room, scrolling her phone or watching K-dramas on low volume, her bare feet tucked under her. One glass turned to two, her laughter loosening, her posture relaxing until she’d nod off on the couch, wineglass precariously balanced on the armrest.
I kept telling my wife to remind her not to spill wine on our sofa.
Meihui : haiyah, she won’t la.
She will then ask her sister to go to the room and sleep properly before we retreat to our room, into our own world.
The first week blurred into easy coexistence. Ling, in the midst of a job hunt too, sometimes head out for interviews during the day, if not, she will just laze around at home.
Nothing exciting happened, but there were little encounters that make my heart jolt.
A brush of her arm against mine in the narrow kitchen. A lingering look over her wineglass when Meihui wasn’t watching. Nothing I could call out. Just enough to stir the air.
Or maybe, i was just thinking too much.
Meihui seemed oblivious, or maybe she dismissed it as Ling’s post breakup rebound energy. She was just happy her sister was safe, not alone in some cramped rental flat in Yishun.
Then Singapore’s signature heatwave struck.
The humidity that can kill if you don’t turn on your aircon. It’s like i’m back in Tekong’s jungle in the 3pm heat.
Humidity made everything stickier, closer. We all adapted, lighter clothes, more fans whirring alongside the air-con. Ling’s outfits grew even more provocative, silky camisoles that slipped off one shoulder, shorts so short they were basically underwear. She’d sip her nightly wine sprawled on the couch, legs draped over the cushions, the hem riding dangerously high.
If i was caught staring, i confirm will get slapped by y wife.
That Friday, the air felt heavier than usual. Meihui came home drained from a brutal team meeting, her eyes lighting up with that familiar hunger for escape.
We grabbed a quick dinner with Ling, washed down with cold Tiger beers. Ling poured her wine afterward, settling into the living room for her ritual. By 10 PM, she was out cold on the sofa, soft snores rising, blanket half-off, one leg exposed in those tiny shorts. Meihui and I exchanged a knowing glance.
James : I want…
Meihui : I want too…
So, we went to our room.
I never expected Ling to wake up. Never imagined she come over.
Meihui was already waiting on the bed, stripped to black lace panties, wrists extended with that eager, trusting smile.
I bound her carefully, soft black silk scarves looped around each wrist, knotted to the headboard slats. The satin blindfold slid over her eyes last. She sighed, melting into the mattress, every sense attuned to me.
I was rock hard by then.
I took it slow. Trailed kisses down her neck, over her breasts, teasing until she trembled and begged. The air con whispered cool air over us.
I left the bedroom door ajar, it was a habit, or maybe carelessness. I mean, we have always stayed alone. When we fucked, we fucked with the door open, only recently, we start closing the doors when Ling moved in. Even then, sometimes we forget, leaving the door wide open or half closed when we sleep.
The hallway was dark. Ling was asleep in the living room, or so I thought.
Meihui gasped my name as I entered her, her body arching against the restraints. I built a deliberate rhythm, watching her dissolve into pure sensation, blind, bound, utterly mine.
The headboard tapped rhythmically against the wall.
That’s when I noticed the shadow shifting in the doorway.
Ling.
She must have woken, disoriented from the wine, and wandered toward the noise. Now she stood there, barefoot, in that thin cotton tank and shorts, her longer hair tousled from sleep, spilling over her shoulder. One hand clutched the doorframe, eyes wide in the dim light.
My heart pounded like a drum.
I should have halted everything. Covered Meihui, shooed Ling away and quickly got dressed.
But I didn’t. I slowed my pace,just enough to draw a pleading whine from Meihui and met Ling’s gaze across the room.
Meihui : ernghhh…
I stared at Ling, and she stared back at me.
Ling froze, lips parting slightly. Her breathing quickened, chest rising and falling, but she didn’t retreat. Didn’t speak.
Meihui stayed lost in her darkness, moaning and pleading with me to fuck her, completely unaware.
Meihui :ernghhh…dear…don’t stop…fuck me please..ernghhh…
I flashed a small, shadowed smile and thrust deeper into my wife, my eyes never leaving her sister.
Ling didn’t seem like she intent to leave.
And i kept looking at my sister in law as i thrust into my wife.
Meihui :gasp!…mmmmhh…ernghhh…
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