How on earth I became an SPG

It started when I was a young girl. I had fantasized about marrying a prince charming who is tall, white and handsome. Just like the ones in Cinderella and Snow White fairy tales. I dreamt that I would grow up to be a beautiful woman (still beautiful) and I will give my first kiss to a handsome white male.

Then came history class where we learn about British occupation in Singapore. I went to the library and saw several books with pictures of white male with frisky moustaches. Not really my fancy but the desire still unabated. I was determined to kiss a white boy.

When I was in secondary school, I was into UK boy band craze. Boyzone, Take That, East17, PJ Duncan. You name it, Top of the Pops was my favourite magazine and I would starve during recess just to buy these magazines from the newstands. I even traveled to UK with my family just to watch their concerts. I was in love with these white guys. But my preference has always been honey-blonde or brunette.

Back then my secondary school was near an international school located in central part of Singapore.  Since we girls never really had proper contact with boys, we would watch these ang moh boys loiter around the area. As I was the prettiest among the six group of friends, naturally I got more attention from these boys.

One day I met Phil. He was a brunnete with green eyes just as I like it. I gave my first kiss to him. He taught me how to masturbate and also how to give him a hand job. At 14 I watched my first ang moh porn with Phil. Those were my first lessons. It got me more curious to explore the human reproductive system. Amazing how the penis can grow, somewhat magical. Before we could get on to the real works, his parents had to leave Singapore abruptly. The puppy love lasted for 3 months only.

Fast forward, I lost my virginity when I was 16 just after O levels. I gave it to a local guy name William Lim Ming Hui. He was tall, tan, sporty and was a school sprinter, but not good-looking. He has a typical Singaporean chinky man look. Luckily he has nice set of pearlies. He was 2 years  older and studied at NAFA, so kinda arty-farty type of fella. One day he asked if I had tried blowjob, I said no. He reached out a sourvenir baseball bat and started some stroking action. I told him it was unimaginable and weird because a penis cannot be that big. Haha I wasn’t that silly. So he went to the fridge, ransacked the vegetable compartment and took out two Japanese cucumbers. He instructed me to hold one of it while he held the other.  I clasped it tightly but he told me to stroke it gently. It was kinda weird moment for us but his effort was there.  I gave him A for effort. So I told him nope, I cannot imagine blowing a cucumber. Getting frustrated, he shoved the cucumber in his mouth and demonstrated to me how the motion and momentum should be like. I laughed. It was an unforgetable sight. Well we were still young and naive then, so we did silly things. I guess 2 years older doesnt make a person more mature than a 14 year old. Then, I finally confessed that I have watched porn when I was 14. He got angry and threw the victimised cucumber out of his window. Hilarious.

At that point I asked myself, what the hell just happened. I was thinking, wouldn't it easier for him to show me a porn with a BJ scene or just unleash the snake from his bermudas. Anti-climax, my fault. So to coax him, I slowly began to unbutton my floral blouse and revealed my cotton bra from Beedees. I still remember it was not underwired with faint pink small flower prints. As I was quite well-endowed, as usual he was always turned on to see my teeties. Prior to this we had petted several times at his place. I was always wet so I foresaw there will be no penetration issue on the day I will have sex for the first time.

Seeing this sight, he was no longer angry. He gave me a smirked and a playful laugh. His breathing got heavy and he couldn’t control himself. Knowing that I was prepared for this, I grabbed his penis and released it from the constipated environment. He gave a long moan. He suddenly grabbed me and threw me on his single bed.

As his room was on the second floor and tucked away in a corner, no one could hear us. Besides, no one was around except for his pug. We had the privacy we wanted.

I was ready for this day. I had psyched myself that I will give up my virginity to beloved, chinky prince charming William Lim Ming Hui whom I loved the most in this world. More than my brand new United Colours of Benetton bag and shoes.

Fast Forward. The sex was a failure and boring. It was not like what I had imagined. It wasn’t like in the porn. It sucked! His penis was okay, much smaller than Phil’s but I suppose it was an Asian size dick. No complains yet because I haven’t experimented other penises for comparison.

He was a 36:12 minute man.  I had timed him with my pink Baby G watch because I read in the Her World magazine that an average man should last AT LEAST  5 minutes for first time fuck. We were both virgins,  I had stained his bedsheet and he had sprayed his cum on my newly rebonded hair and my new UCB bag which was at the edge of the bed. Bad aim and ticked me off.  He came so much and it smelled bad. Lucky me I didn’t give him a BJ. If not I would regret it my whole life. Eversince then I gave him a nickname Stinky Tofu.

Fast forward, we had sex several more times, it got a bit better and timing improved. By the time we had our last fuck, his best time was 10 minutes plus.  Yawns. We kinda drifted after the first fuck, it was a nightmare for me. Everytime we fuck it was like a torture. By the 3^rd session I was loathing every second of it. We grew apart sex was less regular after I got into JC. We broke up on his 19^th birthday.

I was still traumatised by the stinky smell. Dunno what he had eaten all his life. All I know his favourite food was chicken rice or char siew rice. He ate those everyday. Apparently he had himself checked after I insisted, and the doctor told him there was nothing wrong. He has just bad genes I suppose. Oh well. I pity his future girlfriend though. Hope he had his problem fixed. Hope he still alive to enjoy good sex with the one he loves.

Fast forward, my subsequent encounters mostly have been with ang mohs and several good relationships with local men. The percentage would be roughly about 70:30. See.. not too bad right, I havent boycott our local men yet. Just lost faith that’s all. Maybe one day I will rediscover it with someone. Who knows.

Till our next sharing..TGIF.

Love, GS.