My Secret

I have been harbouring her for some time.
I enjoy every moment with her.
Owning her, tying her and keeping her in my dirty little closet in a remote place.
To me, Domination is the ultimate experience of masochistic pleasure.

The sheer thought of stripping her is enough to excite me. It used to a daily routine but now it has transcended to become a perverse obsession. Denuding her off her accessories, unbuckling her straps and rubbing her body with my hands. Sticking my fingers up to probe into her void and rimming the bigger hole with my thumb, and lubricating her parts.

The first time we did it: Her eyes were tearing as the muffled cries were restrained from the sheer passion of the purest form of expression was causing her both emotional pains but such extreme physical pleasure she was torn. As I squeezed and slowly released her, a cry of deepened ecstasy left her and the sweltering heat inside her was palpable. She let out an orgasmic cry as she jerked forward. both of us collapsed into the grass, sapped but contented..That was my darkest desire being acted out in real life.

I fondly recall how we both made it through the mud. We paid no attention to the torrential rain. Bedraggled, besmirched and shagged , we laid. I felt her body press against me and I pressed mine tightly against hers, with my legs wrapped around her. We laid. Conjoined like a couple.

After some time, the rain finally stopped. My thighs parted and I lifted her up. Her wetness was still glistening on her number, N132. No. Do not misconstrue. She's not a whore. She's my wife. My rifle.

Vertigo. Acrophobia
I discovered that i have an acute fear of heights. All my life, I never dare to stand too near to railings because i always have this dreadful thought that the railings or glass panels will just shatter and both of us will just cascade down. I experienced mild discomfort when i look down thru the glass lifts in Junction eight.
Only in the army, it was more significant than i'd realised.
Saf had several obstacles which were pure torment for me. They painted nice names like jacobs ladder, lower ramp and balancing beams. And i foolishly believed that they were fun.

Then i began. My heart beat started racing. Faster than when my mother walked into the room when i was surfing porn in my younger days. Furiously. Madly. I pushed myself. Each step brought a whole new wave of gut-wrenching panic. I wanted to quit. The only thought that crossed my mind was to jump down and i will be out of army. The balancing beam become a symbol of defeat and debilitating panic. It was mocking at me like how i used to mock at those contestants in fear factor.

I plodded on. I came to the ledge. My head was spinning. People used to comment abt balls shrinking in times of absolute fear; mine probably did. Coldfeet. Weak knees. Arms were heavy. My legs wobbled when i had to jump. I faltered and i threw my rifle down instead. The instructor muttered several strings of vulgarities but i paid no attention. Because i thought i heard the faint whimper of the injured rifle. After ten impatient calls of the sergeant to jump , i prayed and jumped.
Make or break. Heaven's will. I landed.

"Ehy! u stupid cheebye la, land properly laaaah! gan ni nia,do again. go. go do again." Wif a stupid grin, i ran back for another round. Somehow i felt good. Thanks for those people who gave me encouragement.
Kudos.

Ode to the large intestine- Weapon of Ass Destruction

Never knew how long the large intestine could keep.
Less than 15 minutes to gorge n eat.
Cleared the chamber for the fifth time wif such grit
Enough to clog my toilet bowl, and it did.
Papaya fibres,melon seeds,
Entangled with bizarre chunks of meat
Resembling pieces of limp biscuits
No wonder everyone's so full of shit.

Back from camp.Frankly, I was looking forward to my army enlistment, just thinking of the new hairstyle and specs that i will be donning.

Alas,the imaginary world is quite different from the real world. It turned out to as frankensteinian as china dicks trying to attempt hip hop.
I think the military life and experience is a very personal thing. its very hard to explain to someone,especially to those with no military exp, not counting the jargons.

Its hotter in Singapore than tekong. Just cant sleep so i'm wasting time pounding my fingers trying to fill the emotional void within me.