Adventures with a Horse Jockey
Many moons ago, I was at the driving range hitting some golf balls with my 7 iron, when a short man booked the lane next to mine. The driving range was empty on a weekday mid-afternoon, so it was strange to find someone took up a bay next to an occupied one. But I ignored thinking that it could be his favourite spot although he doesn’t look local and he was an unfamiliar face at the country club.
Although I am not a good golfer, and so far have only managed to attain a PC, I was very well-dressed like a golf professional. I live my life by a motto. If you can’t play like Tiger Woods, might as well look good and confident. Back then I was crazy about Titleist because the logo is pretty. All my gears were fully self-sponsored by Tilteist from head to toe. A hefty price to pay to look good, but it felt great.
With my tight white mini skirt and baby pink polo top from Ralph Lauren, I sizzled up the entire driving range. Soon I noticed the short man robotically paced up and down to fetch the golf balls from the dispensing machine even though he already had 4 baskets of them.
Intentionally, I was on a stance which naturally revealed my perky ass, slightly lowered my upper body and showed my cleavage. I confidently aimed for 200m.
I felt someone was staring at me. The cute short man. I looked up and he grinned at me. I stopped and looked at him and smiled. He returned the smile with a confrontation. He complimented my swing and thought it was perfect (BULLSHIT!) and my posture was excellent. Short men can get on your nerves but I don’t mind some fun. He was as tall as I was. So he felt comfortable taking on a petite Asian woman like me. Several short leading questions led to the real motive. He asked if I was interested to grab a drink at the Beer Garden. I agreed.
Dear readers, let me introduce my specimen number xxxth. His name was Al*x*s residing in an ang moh country (cannot share his location!). He was a horse jockey at Singapore Turf Club. We chatted, half the time I couldn’t understand what he was talking about because his tongue twisted and curled liked barbecued squid. Five minutes into the conversation I began to fantasize about how it would be like to fuck a short man. No harm trying as long there is the handy-candy condom.
Most times, I love my life. I met so many men who yearn to jiggle with me, who lust for me. And every time it’s different and I’m tempted to try these new delicacies.
He sounded Italian but of course he is NOT Italian.
He asked for my number, I willingly gave. The next few days we exchanged smses. He asked me out, we went out several times before I gave him the indication I was ready for jiggle. After a wet and wild tongue rolling action and groping session, I hinted that I was okay about getting laid.
One fateful night, Al*x*s picked me up in a Beemer. Fancy, I Likeee! He opened the car door for me. Very gentlemanly. I LIKE! We ended up at Clarke Quay before it was renovated. HAHA that was ages ago huh! I can't remember the name of the restaurant but I do remember the dinner was quick because we had a naughty plan that night. That year, on Friday the 13th, it was my first ever fuck with a short man who was horse jockey at Singapore Turf Club. How rare can that be!
We kissed non-stop as though we were in lip-locking competition. Our tongues were naturally glued with industrial adhesives. Once he opened his house door, he ran to bed room with his hands held to mine. I laid down on the luscious water bed with purple linens. So soft and silky. I had a tingling sensation when the linens brushed against my skin. For this, Al*x*s got my two thumbs up!
So, we fucked on the bed. He doesn't have long cock, just an average johnny. The deed was decent. After cleaning up myself, I put on his shirt and lured him will my sultry eyes. I did a sexy lap dance. He got super turned on. I made him sit on a chair. I took my silk scarf and tied up his hands. I took my G-string and covered his eyes. We didn't talk. I just let my lips and tongue did the talking. I started by kissing his lips, moved up to his cheeks, moved down again to his neck, moved up to lick his ears and gave a little moan. I unbuttoned the shirt that I put on earlier, exposed my pointy nipples and brushed those ripe cherries on his face and lips. I began to work my way down, move to kiss his neck again, then chest and nibbled gently on his nipples. I wanted it to be as sensuous as it can be.
I had to release him from his pain. Poor little guy, he was whimpy and begged me to stop torturing him. Of course I gladly untied his hands. In a jiffy, he grabbed my body, carried me to the living room and laid me on the couch. It was bright and I could see him clearly. He thrusted his hotdog inside and I felt a rush of adrenaline. I came 11 times that night. Don't get me wrong. He wasn't good. I was just freaking horny. Every month, one week before my menses I will be transformed into a horny monstress. I'm always 'wetter' than usual and feel like a warm chocolate lava cake. On the couch alone I came 4 times. So far, the naughty night went well.
I love the kissing moment with my partners. When I kiss, I will naturally close my eyes. When I climax, I will naturally close my eyes. But when I accidentally opened my eyes for my fifth homecoming, I was shocked to see that Al*x*s eyes didn't blink. They were wide open. My fifth homecoming orgasm was stopped short because I was surprised and somewhat shocked to see his expression like this.
So I stared back at him because he stared at me while he was fucking me. I supposed it was natural for him to have a shock expression when he fuck. I was not happy with what I saw. It lasted for good 15 minutes. He didn't blink. Not once. I waited and watched till I turned dry down south. Nope. No blink. For a while, I thought I was fucking an alien.
Before the deed, I had imagined Al*x*s to have a pleasant O-face. For the record, he had the ugliest O-face that I have EVER seen in my entire life! His eyes locked in place and froze. His mouth was distorted and his body twitched violently. Some say it was pure surrendering like sneezing, but how I wished it was more delectable.
I didn't enjoy the couch session. After he came, I became reserved and quiet. I left about 10 mins later with an excuse that I had to meet my friends for supper.
I ignored his phone calls and smses for follow up sessions. Al*x*s confessed that he loved me and thought I was godsend. Wow! Whenever I think of it now, I feel nausea and will turn pale. Oh dear, what a sexperience.
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