Struggles in London
Love With The Wild Woman – I sat in my chair looking out my window, trying to finish up my final project for my medical internship. I should have been more focused as usual, but tonight I couldn’t keep my mind off home. I would be returning in just a few days, but every minute seemed like hours, and hours felt like days. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I just stared out my window, watching the rain trickle down the glass.
London was such a dreary place. I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to live here, and the past six months had felt like a prison sentence.
My mind wandered to the last night before I left home in Singapore, the night I spent with Fiona Lyen. She was a friend of my sister and very attractive. I don’t get nervous easily, but she made me nervous. She told me my haircut wasn’t suitable for England and offered a free cut and shave at her apartment.
She said it would be a favor since she thought the world of my sister. I insisted that I couldn’t accept, but my sister persisted, saying how impolite it would be to turn down the services of one of Novena’s finest stylists. So, I finally agreed.
Meeting Fiona
When I arrived outside her apartment, I was a little taken aback. The building had twenty floors, and she lived on the nineteenth. I pressed a button outside and waited for her to buzz me in. “The door will be unlocked. I’m tied up on the phone, but come in and have a seat in my chair. I will be out in just a moment,” she told me over the intercom.
The moment I stepped into Fiona’s apartment, I was enveloped by a chic, modern aesthetic. The large foyer boasted a striking black and white photograph of Fiona herself, seemingly naked, holding a red silk sheet that matched her lipstick. The apartment was a blend of black, white, and red, echoing Fiona’s sophisticated style. The room had an air of elegance, with minimalist furniture and high ceilings that made the space feel expansive and grand.
As I waited in her studio room, I couldn’t help but notice the meticulous arrangement of her tools and products. The studio was immaculate, with a pristine black salon chair in the center, surrounded by mirrors that reflected the soft, ambient light. The scent of lavender and jasmine filled the air, creating a relaxing and inviting atmosphere. Everything about the place screamed professionalism and class.
The Unexpected Guest
I sat down in the chair, feeling slightly uncomfortable but soon forgot my discomfort when the warm water hit my scalp. Fiona began running her fingers through my hair, and I shut my eyes.
“Your sister tells me you haven’t had much luck lately,” she said.
The smell of her perfume filled my nose, and I opened my eyes to see her leaning over me, the top of her cleavage exposed. Was I here just for a haircut, or was it something more? I didn’t want to misread her signals and offend her and my sister. I resisted the urge to touch her.
“I haven’t. I was passed up for two promotions at my old company, and then the girl I was dating moved back to Japan with little notice. Now I have an internship in England, but there’s no guarantee I’ll be promoted when I return. They’ve lied to me twice about promoting me, so I’m not sure the effort is even worth it,” I confessed.
“I have something for you. It was a gift from a shaman on Pawai Island, Singapore. It’s a Bracelet of Success,” she said.
She wrapped a towel around my neck and led me back to the cutting chair. Her fingers seemed to linger as she placed the bracelet around my hand.
“Just remember, success comes in many forms.”
An Unsettling Discovery
There was a sudden crash, and I looked to see a photograph of a mangrove forest lying on the floor surrounded by shattered glass.
“Clumsy me, I’m constantly bumping things with my elbows,” Fiona laughed as she grabbed a broom.
“Did you take that picture?” I asked.
“I did. Kayaking is one of my hobbies. Maybe when you come back from London, we can go one day.”
“Yes, I love kayaking,” I responded. Just then, her intercom rang.
“I’m here,” said a man.
“Come on up, I am with a client, but it shouldn’t take much longer,” she replied and pressed a button.
When he came in, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then I noticed her large engagement ring. I felt awkward and confused. I tucked the bracelet she gave me under my sleeve. I sat there while she cut my hair and gave me a shave, trying to make polite conversation. The questions about her intentions swirled in my mind, distracting me from my internship. I only took the bracelet off to shower, convinced she was attracted to me. You don’t give people jewelry just because they’re your friend’s brother.
Confusion and Determination
As time went by, I became more convinced she did want me. Her fiancé seemed oblivious to our chemistry. I resolved that as soon as I got home, I would take her kayaking and fulfill all the desires that night had sparked in me.
Back in my room, I stared at the bracelet, the memories of that night playing over and over in my mind. The anticipation of seeing her again filled me with a mix of excitement and anxiety. London’s gray, rainy days felt even longer as I counted down the hours until my return to Singapore.
I sat in my chair looking out my window, trying to finish up my final project for my medical internship. I should have been more focused as usual, but tonight I couldn’t keep my mind off home. I would be returning in just a few days, but every minute seemed like hours, and hours felt like days. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I just stared out my window, watching the rain trickle down the glass. London was such a dreary place.
It Felt Like A Prison Sentence
I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to live here, and the past six months had felt like a prison sentence.
My mind wandered to the last night before I left home in Singapore, the night I spent with Fiona Lyen. She was a friend of my sister and very attractive. I don’t get nervous easily, but she made me nervous. She told me my haircut wasn’t suitable for England and offered a free cut and shave at her apartment. She said it would be a favor since she thought the world of my sister. I insisted that I couldn’t accept, but my sister persisted, saying how impolite it would be to turn down the services of one of Novena’s finest stylists. So, I finally agreed.
The End of the Internship
The evening my internship ended, I went to the airport to see if I could get a ticket home for that night. Most of the other members of my team were staying in England for another week since we didn’t have to return to work until the following Monday, but I was a man on a mission.
The next day, I landed back in Singapore and took a cab to my apartment. After a good shower and putting on fresh clothes, I headed to Fiona’s apartment. I hoped she didn’t have customers today. We needed to be alone. I buzzed her over the intercom and asked if she had any clients as I was in the mood to go kayaking.
“No,” she said, “come on up.” I could feel my body hardening on the elevator ride up.
Unexpected News
To my dismay, the guy from before answered the door. “Hey kid, did Fiona tell you the good news?” He looked like an old man to me. “We got married last Saturday. We just got back from our honeymoon!” he exclaimed. My heart and hopes sank.
“We are so tired,” Fiona appeared with a smile. She looked at least twelve years older than me without makeup. “We aren’t going to go, but you are welcome to borrow our kayak and the truck. The compass and the map should be in the front seat,” she said, handing me the keys.
I thanked them both as politely as I could muster. Feeling defeated, I decided to give kayaking a go on my own in the mangrove forest. It might help clear my head, I thought.
A Kayak Adventure
The first few hours on the water felt like heaven. The sky was blue with just a few clouds, and the clear water was tranquil. The mangrove forest was alive with the sounds of birds and rustling leaves. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the water’s surface. The gentle sway of the kayak as I paddled deeper into the forest had a calming effect, and I began to relax.
The beauty of the mangrove forest was breathtaking. Tall, twisted trees with exposed roots formed a natural maze, and the air was filled with the earthy scent of wet wood and saltwater. The occasional splash of fish and the distant call of a heron added to the serene ambiance. As I drifted along, I spotted vibrant orchids clinging to the trees and small crabs scuttling across the muddy banks.
The Storm
Eventually, my eyes grew heavy, and I decided to take a quick nap. What felt like a minute must have been hours. I awoke to rain pounding on me, filling up the kayak. It was already dark. The wind blew in wild gusts, turning the once-still water into a raging river. I fought to keep the kayak afloat, grabbing onto roots and branches for stability. The storm raged for over an hour before it let up.
Exhausted and hungry, I hadn’t eaten or slept the night before due to my rush to get home to Fiona. Frustrated, I tore off the bracelet she gave me and threw it into the water. In the distance, I spotted a glimmering light. Could someone be out there in the mangrove forest? Maybe someone who could help me?
A New Encounter
“Hello!” I yelled.
The light went out a few seconds later. I paddled over to where I thought it came from. In the moonlight, I saw a tiny treehouse forged between five or six mangroves.
“Who are you?!” a voice yelled at me.
I winced as a flashlight shone in my face.
“I’m Eric. I mean no harm. I fell asleep in my kayak, and a storm came. Now I’m tired, starving, and lost,” I explained.
“Take my hand!” she told me, leading me up the stairs to her shack in the trees.
The treehouse was cozy and well-equipped. A lantern lit the space, revealing a bed, a radio, boxed food, and bottled water. Despite its small size, the treehouse had everything she needed. The soft glow of the lantern cast a warm light, creating a welcoming atmosphere.
Meeting Claire
“I’m Claire. I don’t have a last name. I will help you, but on one condition: you tell no one of my existence,” she said, shaking. “You can trust me. Don’t be frightened,” I assured her, caressing her trembling arm. “Are you hiding from someone?” I asked.
“Sort of. My dad was involved with the mob, and they got angry with him. They killed my mother, and my father, a war veteran, took me out here to live when I was only ten. He left to get medicine in the city a few years ago and never came back. I’ve been on my own since,” she explained, looking a little embarrassed.
“Wow. How long have you been out here alone?” I asked.
“Years. I don’t know how many… maybe six or seven,” she said. “But tonight, I will take care of you,” she added before kissing my cheek.
@I want to take care of you too,” I told her, feeling a rush of emotion.
A Night of Passion
I kissed her mouth and pulled her close. I could feel her nipples harden against my body. Picking her up I laid her on the bed, kissing and licking my way from her neck to her breasts to her stomach. Then I placed my hands on her knees and spread her legs. My face was on her vagina and began licking her back and forth between her hole and clitoris, and she began to moan.
I began sucking on her clitoris and stuck my finger inside her vagina. She groaned louder as I fingered and sucked her. I couldn’t wait any longer when she kicked off my pants and underwear with her feet. My penis glided right into her tight, wet canal.
An Unforgettable Experience
Sucking on her nipple, she let out a loud moan, and I felt her pulsating on my phallus.
“Come in my mouth, I want to taste you,” she said.
I pulled out, and she put her soft, wet lips around my penis. Using her tongue, she went up and down, nearly engulfing my entire manhood with every stroke.
Watching her suck me as her mouth filled with come, she swallowed my juices. I couldn’t have hoped for anything better. After our spectacular night of pleasure, she helped me find my way back home.
A New Beginning
I have now bought my own kayak and paddle out to spend my weekends with my newfound love every weekend. She is still too afraid to go into the city, but I hope that in time I can convince her to leave behind the old shack in the mangrove forest and come live with me. The tranquility of the mangroves, the soft rustling of leaves, and the gentle lapping of water against the kayak create the perfect backdrop for our growing love.
As I paddle through the serene waters, I often reflect on the journey that brought me here. The vibrant flora and fauna, the soothing sounds of nature, and the sense of adventure have become an integral part of my life. Each weekend, I am reminded of the beauty of the mangrove forest and the unexpected love I found there.
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