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RV drama.
Alright I shall talk about the RV drama I went for just now.
Talked. Ahaha I'm not really much of a drama person and I've never went for a drama production or anything of that sort. And it wasn't really high as compared to CHMA. Probably because CHMA was wild like shit.
OK I'm hungry. Something totally unrelated to the topic, unless you link Animal Farm with food, which is possible and what I just did. OK you got the point.
Shan't comment much, but it was injoyable and humorous. Would go for my school's if any. Heh. I just love making noise. Can't help it. Couldn't make noise there as I wasn't on home ground.
And the way there was dang ulu and long. From Clarke Quay walk like hell. Thanks to holy intervention and messages from above, Ed and I were enlightened.
Shit I'm damn hungry. Should I just try to sleep it off?
And after the play(that what it's called? Or production? Don't know the terminology here), I passed some belated birthday present to the Enlightener and Ed and I scooted off. We walked from DBS Arts Centre to Clarke Quay MRT station then we walked to City Hall and then to Dhoby Ghaut. A bloody waste of time, something we wanted to do. Besides, I needed it. Somehow. AHAHAHA
Oh yea, some random dudes from RVHS stood up and decided to act like ushers after the play ended. Could hear them discussing. They seem quite high so I suggested quite loudly to Ed to 'Shout encore'. Something that you can't do in such drama productions. Makes things dry, yo. Shouting encore is the only legitimate thing you can shout as an audience and you don't get to do this. EWWW.
Oh yea, and I forgot to mention that the pig which bullied the donkey pulled the donkey's head off. Quite funny. And windmills are horse-powered by horses which don't know the rhythm well. Brought tears to my eyes. I think they improvising skills are dang zai. I think if I were up there I'd just huddle at one corner and start laughing like siao. Maybe it's just me.
OK I don't know how to carry on with my story on Rat. Um. I stopped at the stripping part right? Can I, like, just lift from erotica and paste here and give credit and let you people read? Nah, I can't pass it off and force you people to read something that's not even mine, simply because it's my story and I can't do it. But I don't feel like attempting to wow you people over with my lack of boner-inducing vocabulary. Shucks.
OK I think there might be the endangered species of people who don't know all the jargon I would have to use in describing the sex. What's sex? Can eat or not?
So I think I'd just say something like:
He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to inside her, and sex knows no boundaries. He was the embodiment of sex, and he knew nothing about her, nor what he could or could not do. He just wanted to achieve breakthrough with her, he didn't want to know her name, he blah blah blah blah.
After the foreplay and foreskin teasing, he brushed his shaft along the lips at her waist only to find it well lubricated by Mother Nature's own invention for such lust. He pushed into her and felt a bit of resistance, almost as if something was blocking his way to glory. He then realized that the barrier was her hymen, something that shouldn't be too rare in Singapore.
Did you know that the average age for Singaporeans to lose their virginity is 18.4years old? Probably not, because I'm not sure either. Somewhere along those lines. Anyway, Rat knew that hot girls like her should have lost her virginity long before that, so it's either she's a lesbian or she's severely underage. He didn't know and didn't care anyway. He simply popped her cherry and pushed deep into her. Perfect fit.
The thrusts started and after awhile he felt something clutch his member. She came! Whoohoo! Not that he had a huge brother, but that he got her so horny that it happened. Whoohoo! I don't even make sense anymore!
He came too. He didn't have sexual stamina to keep up with her lust for more than 3minutes. What a loser. No wonder he was a virgin till he gained his ability.
(OK it's just that I don't know how to write. =.=)
After the deed was done, he simply collapsed on her as his seminal fluids exploded spurt after spurt into her. He couldn't care about whether she'd get pregnant or not, he just wanted to feel good. And he did.
Soon he knew how to fully utilize his ability to liquefy and melt women with his erotic gaze. If you didn't realize, the sentence before this is stupid. Anyway, he knew how to lock a woman in his gaze and control the amount of horniness she should feel and when she should cream and when not to. He was Sex in pure form. Somehow. He couldn't help but feel that the divine power helped correct his life more than necessary, and was glad that such a life was made for him to live and experience.
It became a form of possession, a form of punishment for the people he didn't like. Like, when he didn't like a certain girl, he'd just lock her in his gaze and leave her lusting for him and asking for sex in the public. He liked how he was able to control people, even guys.
One fine day, he didn't like his teacher.
Note: My stories got moral values one OK. Shall only reveal it at the end of the series. Then maybe I'd compile them into one single post and archive it. Wait. Everything would be archived anyway. Che.
-- 8/03/2008 12:03:00 AM
