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Tuesday, 29 April 2014
My Dark Secrets Chapter 1
My Housemate (Part I)
Maybe I would start with my most recent encounter. As I am currently based in Hongkong but I actually do not live here, I have rented a house from a good friend of mine. Two weeks ago, I received a call from my friend that he had a friend from Malaysia who would like to stay at the house while he looked for an apartment to rent. No way I could agree to that! Although there are 2 bedrooms in the house (the other was vacated but I use it to store my clothes, shoes), I am not comfortable staying alone with a guy. And I would be killed by my boyfriend (some background: I have a boyfriend in Australia whom I know during my university days. He would visit me in Hongkong about every 2-3 months, ya it is so damn occasional). After my friend's relentless pleading, I agreed to his friend staying only for a week and he has to find a house and move out after that.
It was around 10pm that day when Pete arrived. I remembered I was watching Running Man (a Korean variety show) when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a tall, muscular but not tanned guy. I said a quick hi and opened the door for him. He slumped down onto the chair and murmured a complaint about the heavy rain outside. Then he looked at me and gave me a cute smile, introducing himself. I got a towel for him to dry himself as he was totally drenched. He muttered a thanks and dried himself, as he proceeded to tell me how he couldn't find his way here in the middle of the thunderstorm. I was half paying attention to him as I was kinda mesmerized by the way he ruffled and dry his hair.
After a short chat, I showed him to his room (which I have cleared of my stuff). He settled down and headed for a shower. I continued watching my Korean show on the laptop, and that was when Pete called out for me. I turned and he stood in front of me with only a towel around his waist. Droplets of water are still over his well toned body as he stepped out of shower. I could feel my face turning scarlet red and he asked shyly for toothpaste as he couldn't find his. I walked past him into the toilet and opened the cupboard. I could feel his half naked body towering behind me and the heat radiating from him, from the shower, or within myself I couldn't tell. I pulled out the toothpaste and passed to him without making eye contact, then heading into my room.
In my room, I could feel my heart thumping and my face flushing hot. I laid down on my bed and images of his naked torso kept flooding my mind. I reached for myself below and reached out for my phone. I dialed my boy's no (we have phone sex sometimes as he is only here every few months) but he did not pick up. That bastard. I immersed in my own pleasure as I recalled the droplets trickling down from his jet-black long hair to the broad and muscular shoulders. I quickened the pace, almost climaxing and suddenly there was a knock on my door.
Maybe I would start with my most recent encounter. As I am currently based in Hongkong but I actually do not live here, I have rented a house from a good friend of mine. Two weeks ago, I received a call from my friend that he had a friend from Malaysia who would like to stay at the house while he looked for an apartment to rent. No way I could agree to that! Although there are 2 bedrooms in the house (the other was vacated but I use it to store my clothes, shoes), I am not comfortable staying alone with a guy. And I would be killed by my boyfriend (some background: I have a boyfriend in Australia whom I know during my university days. He would visit me in Hongkong about every 2-3 months, ya it is so damn occasional). After my friend's relentless pleading, I agreed to his friend staying only for a week and he has to find a house and move out after that.
It was around 10pm that day when Pete arrived. I remembered I was watching Running Man (a Korean variety show) when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a tall, muscular but not tanned guy. I said a quick hi and opened the door for him. He slumped down onto the chair and murmured a complaint about the heavy rain outside. Then he looked at me and gave me a cute smile, introducing himself. I got a towel for him to dry himself as he was totally drenched. He muttered a thanks and dried himself, as he proceeded to tell me how he couldn't find his way here in the middle of the thunderstorm. I was half paying attention to him as I was kinda mesmerized by the way he ruffled and dry his hair.
After a short chat, I showed him to his room (which I have cleared of my stuff). He settled down and headed for a shower. I continued watching my Korean show on the laptop, and that was when Pete called out for me. I turned and he stood in front of me with only a towel around his waist. Droplets of water are still over his well toned body as he stepped out of shower. I could feel my face turning scarlet red and he asked shyly for toothpaste as he couldn't find his. I walked past him into the toilet and opened the cupboard. I could feel his half naked body towering behind me and the heat radiating from him, from the shower, or within myself I couldn't tell. I pulled out the toothpaste and passed to him without making eye contact, then heading into my room.
In my room, I could feel my heart thumping and my face flushing hot. I laid down on my bed and images of his naked torso kept flooding my mind. I reached for myself below and reached out for my phone. I dialed my boy's no (we have phone sex sometimes as he is only here every few months) but he did not pick up. That bastard. I immersed in my own pleasure as I recalled the droplets trickling down from his jet-black long hair to the broad and muscular shoulders. I quickened the pace, almost climaxing and suddenly there was a knock on my door.
Sunday, 27 April 2014
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