[Stevevaldez]

If I may share, this was kind of a surprise to me as well.


Don't judge me for being an ungentlemanly.

Was casually having intimate relations with a chubby mixed race lady who got really clingy. In order to ditch her, I insisted on going to her place instead of hers coming to mine whenever she wanted to have sex.

Her mother, who was mixed as well and smaller in size, was a sweet lady who pretended to be nice to me out of courtesy. I could always sense her dismay whenever her daughter brought me home. I was just glad that there was no other males still living in the household who'd give me a tough time or tried to intimidate me out of her life.

I enjoyed being so rough and hard on her to break her will to keep quiet and not moan. Otherwise, it was hard to keep the 'relationship' going as she was pretty self involved and talks a lot as well.

She wanted me to go for her cousin's wedding one of the weekend but I declined, however agreeing to meet her after to fully wreck her in her traditional wear.

While waiting for her further down the road, I caught sight of her mother walking with some other people to their car. She saw me and somehow, at that moment after her friends/relatives left, she stomped over to me and started to ask questions.

'are you here to pick her ?'

'she can't leave until she's.....'

something about my response 'I don't know, she was the one who asked me to come at this time' struck a nerve in her and she lost her cool, the usual sweet and nice demeanour was gone.

'you better stop being a bad influence ......... '

she went on a few lines, but all I could do was realise how big her boobs were and how they jiggled in that shiny piece of saree.

somehow, an idea and urge came to me, perhaps not an original idea but read from somewhere online.

'we can talk, but don't think you want nosey people to listen in right? Don't think you want idiots to spread rumours about you talking out here to another man of another race right?'

I managed to convince her with a few of such points to get into my car and I drove off.. After I turned into the Md Sultan Road and we were in the clear, she lost her control again and started to blame me, how good her daughter was before she met me, etc...

'why did you drive me here?'

me : relax, there's no one here, can talk everything out and come to an agreement here.

she kept quiet as we were parked in the deserted basement carpark under ue square.

me : so how? why are you so upset with me?

this question caused another volley of rants from her.

'....... you don't think i don't know what you two have been doing in her room'

I explained how she's the one who insists on continuing

her : you can just stop the whole thing. just put your foot down with her

me : what do I stand to gain?

her : gain? you want money is it?

me : no. i have money. i'm the one paying for the meals and outings.

her : then what do you want?