[anarc1333]

Inspired by bro B52Bomber sharing his stories, I thought SBF would be interested to hear mine. Bear with me as these are first posts on what has long been an inactive account used only to look around and not much else.

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It started out with a cigarette. My last cigarette. You know that one where you see all lonely in a packet, begging to be smoked? Nothing feels better than taking a long drag from that lone cancer stick.

"Wah! What cigarette is that? Can I have one?"

Already forming a rejection and an apology for my potential kiam siapness, cast a sideways glance to see who would be so heartless to separate me from the last stick in my pack of Gudang Garam. Yes, I know, don't chastise me for smoking GG, It tastes good, especially when you've been drinking Single Malt.

Now a preface to this tale of fulfilment - I've always loved Ah Lians. There is something about the stereotypical Lian which gets my rocks off and never fails to send blood rushing to the naughty areas in my pants. I love those skinny, leggy, long unnatural hair coloured girls you always see in a pack when you're at St James, Butter or any club which plays music sexy enough to grind the night away. The threads in SBF with Local chicks decked out in clubbing gear, often "kissing" their friends in hopes of male attention never fail in making me hard from the get go. I've even fantasised about several non-ah lian one night stands being lians i've seen before. Screw costume play, bondage and all of that kink, my fantasy was always to fuck a true blue, local, Ah Lian.

And thus began my journey of self fulfilment, many many times over.