Shanghai Nostalgia

Beside enjoying the story, I like the way it is written.

[Faidenk]

Thank you, Ubest, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy the reminiscence.


CHAPTER 8

I woke up when she snuggled closer under the covers. I peered down at her. She’s so childlike asleep, innocent, not a care and so oblivious to worries of the world. Up close, under the soft light of the early morning she’s even more beautiful than I had envisaged. Her thighs were up against me and I felt a stirring down there. I also felt a need to empty my bladder.

Moving ever so slowly, I disengaged myself careful not to make any sudden movement that might wake her. The combination of a full bladder and her proximity inevitably led to a raging hard-on. By the time I got to the toilet, the effort and the chill has taken its toll and my turgescence subsided somewhat and a smooth flow of pee followed. Women probably don’t realize how messy it gets pissing with a hard-on, it jets out in spurts and almost never hit its target. It’s almost comical, a grown man peeing with a woody.

I brushed my teeth to get rid of that ‘morning mouth’ and flossed as I always do. The aroma of sex still lingered in the air and that prompted a gnawing desire in my loins. I took the opportunity to shower so at least she gets a fresh clean cock for breakfast. Never waste a hard-on, they say.

I stood over still asleep body, curled up in fetus-like. If she’d her thumb in her mouth, she’d resemble a prepubescent teen, so angelic. Memories of last night’s passion, her tormented groans and her uninhibited succumbing to the pleasures, it’s hard to relate that to this waif-like beauty on my bed. I got in under the covers, slipped a hand between the gap at her neck and laid spoon fashioned with warm back against me. My cock reared and I felt a drop of lub-juice marking a trail on her firm cheek. I was hoping she would waken but then realized the futility of my wishful thinking. All save one of my previous dalliances with girls I knew from KTV’s sleep late into the morning. Resigned to the realization, I nevertheless remained in this position, motionless, listening to her soft breathings, enjoying the smell of her hair. I could wish, can’t I?

I stayed that way until the numbness in my hand turns a dull ache. I dragged my senseless hand carefully from beneath her, careful not to wake her up. I dressed up and left the apartment.

The sun was not completely up yet but the neighborhood exercise and dance group was already in full gear, dancing with Chinese fans to music from a portable player. You see these dance troupes in every city, in parks, outside shopping complexes, usually in the early morning or at sunsets, dancing to music ranging from classical, Chinese orchestra, country western to rock n roll; with fans, swords, ribbons on a baton; dressed in costumes and even pajamas. It’s a sight and I take time to enjoy watching from the sides, even been invited to join in a couple of times.

I greeted the minder with a ‘Zhao!’ and he returned the greeting ‘You are up early today’. I certainly am. Sundays’ normally the day I do my laundry and housekeeping and I don’t get out until noon for lunch.

Today the role of the minders is reduced to janitors. They keep the surroundings clean, they monitor comings and goings of non-residents and perform general maintenance tasks. In the old days, the minders were a feared lot. They monitored and wrote reports on residents with suspected bourgeois outlooks or anti-proletarians leanings to the Party. I wonder what they think of foreigners, and there are quite a few living in this estate, mainly Caucasians, and our ‘immoral’ activities. I’d slip a carton of cheap Chinese cigarettes to them once in a while. They had helped me admit female visitors in the dead of night with no awkward questions asked and always give me knowing smiles when they see me escorting a girl off in the morning.

I walked a purposeful pace to the wet market round the corner to surprise the sleeping beauty with lunch. Life is indeed good.

[Eric22]

Bro nice story... Continue pls...

[Triple_XXX]

[QUOTE=Faidenk;2504530]CHAPTER 2

6pm found me at the entrance of MacDonald’s nearest to her store; there were several Golden Arcs along People’s Square

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Sorry bro, but i don't remember any Mac in People's square or rather Raffles city. the nearest should be along nanjing east road next to the tidbits supermart. I am also staying in Shanghai.. anyway nice story!

[Faidenk]

[QUOTE=Triple_XXX;2513844]

Originally Posted by Faidenk

CHAPTER 2
Sorry bro, but i don't remember any Mac in People's square or rather Raffles city. the nearest should be along nanjing east road next to the tidbits supermart. I am also staying in Shanghai.. anyway nice story!

I thought it was a MacD's but in any case, this is a docu-fiction, trying to write on the fly and still conform to details from more than a year ago is pretty tough. The only occasions I go to People's Sq area is playing pool with the in a small shopping mall near Raffles City. In any case, I am not going to sweat these small stuff.

Glad you enjoy the story.

[heartbroke]

one of the great stories in the forum, tastefully done and not those straight to the sex thingy... great story once again.... wondering when can i write in such eloquent style... cheers

[sleaguepunter]

normally i dont upz bro for writing story. But your writing skill certaintly capture my attention. As there always a first time for everything, I decide to up your rep point.

keep up the good work.

[Faidenk]

CHAPTER 8

I woke up when she snuggled closer under the covers. I peered down at her. She’s so childlike asleep, innocent, not a care and so oblivious to worries of the world. Up close, under the soft light of the early morning she’s even more beautiful than I had envisaged. Her thighs were up against me and I felt a stirring down there. I also felt a need to empty my bladder.

Moving ever so slowly, I disengaged myself careful not to make any sudden movement that might wake her. Although slightly reeling from the effects of last night’s alcohol, the combination of a full bladder and the proximity of a comely sperm depository inevitably led to a raging hard-on. By the time I got to the toilet, the effort and the chill has taken its toll and my turgescence subsided somewhat and a smooth flow of pee followed. Women probably don’t realize how messy it gets pissing with a hard-on, it jets out in spurts and almost never hit its target. It’s almost comical, a grown man peeing with a woody.

I brushed my teeth to get rid of that ‘morning mouth’ and flossed as I always do. The aroma of sex still lingered in the air and that prompted a gnawing desire in my loins. I took the opportunity to shower to rid the last remnants of the alcohol haze and also see to it she gets a fresh clean cock for breakfast. Never waste a hard-on, they say.

I stood over still asleep body, curled up fetus-like. If she’d her thumb in her mouth, she’d resemble a prepubescent teen, so angelic. Memories of last night’s passion, her tormented groans and her uninhibited succumbing to the pleasures, it’s hard to relate that to this waif-like beauty on my bed. I got in under the covers, slipped a hand between the gap at her neck and laid spoon fashioned with warm back against me. My cock reared and I felt a drop of lub-juice marking a trail on her firm cheek. I was hoping she would waken but then realized the futility in my wishful thinking. All save one of my previous dalliances with girls I knew from KTV’s slept late into the morning. Resigned to the realization, I nevertheless remained in this position, motionless, listening to her soft breathings, enjoying the smell of her hair. I could wish, can’t I?

I stayed that way until the numbness in my hand turns a dull ache. I dragged my senseless hand carefully from beneath her, careful not to wake her up. I dressed up and left the apartment.

The sun was not completely up yet but the neighborhood exercise and dance group was already in full gear, dancing with Chinese fans to music from a portable player. You see these dance troupes in every city, in parks, outside shopping complexes, usually in the early morning or at sunsets, dancing to music ranging from classical, Chinese orchestra, country western to rock n roll; with fans, swords, twirling ribbons; dressed in costumes and even pajamas. It’s a sight and I take time to enjoy watching from the sides on occasions and had even been invited to join in a couple of times.

I greeted the minder with a ‘Zhao!’ and he returned the greeting ‘You are up early today’. I certainly am. Sundays’ normally the day I do my laundry and housekeeping and I don’t get out until noon for lunch.

Today the role of the minders is reduced to janitors. They keep the surroundings clean, they monitor security and perform general maintenance tasks. In the old days, the minders were a feared lot. They spied and reported on residents with suspected bourgeois outlooks or anti-proletarians leanings. I wonder what they think of foreigners, and there are quite a few living in this estate, mainly Caucasians, and our ‘immoral’ activities. I’d slip a carton of cheap Chinese cigarettes to them once in a while. That helped me in admitting female visitors in the dead of night with no awkward questions asked and they always give me knowing smiles when they see me escorting a girl off in the morning.

I walked a purposeful pace to the wet market round the corner to surprise the sleeping beauty with lunch. Life is indeed good.

[Faidenk]

Originally Posted by sleaguepunter

normally i dont upz bro for writing story. But your writing skill certaintly capture my attention. As there always a first time for everything, I decide to up your rep point.

keep up the good work.

Thank you and the others for the points. Although I don't ask for them it doesn't mean it is not appreciated. However I would welcome comments more, good or bad.

[Faidenk]

CHAPTER 9

Not only is this market my favorite for its wide variety of fresh produce and relative cleanliness, it also has one of the best seafood stall this side of Pudong, with a wide selection of oceanic produce. Despite relative proximity to the sea, the natives have a preference for fresh water fish, like carps, perches and eels. Seafood lovers like me do better to stay down South in Fujian or Guangdong. Nevertheless, this stall includes a variety of shellfish like oysters, mussels, baby abalones, many kinds of clams, geoducks and the occasional live blue swimmer crabs. The oysters, I think from beds near Hainan Island, are way too big to be succulent, I prefer mine smaller, they’re juicier and not chewy. I avoid the mussels not because it has been banned from import to the US but because it can’t measure up to the New Zealand greens I am used to. I am impartial to clams but do occasionally enjoy them sauté with a glass or 2 of a crisp Chardonay and a pinch of basil and other dried herbs. My favorites here have to be the geoducks and abalones, tenderized with milk and eaten raw as sashimi with a squeeze of lemon. Excuse me while I swallow my saliva.

It also sells hairy crabs throughout the year, I often felt them highly overrated, even when they’re in season. I’ll take the kilo-sized Sri Lankan or the live blue swimmers anytime, absolutely nothing beats them for its sweetness and succulence. The snow crabs are sold frozen but I did have the occasion of eating live ones during a dinner thrown for clients, delicious.

For today’s lunch, I thought seafood be good to tickle her palate, but mindful of Xinjiang upbringing, perhaps it’ll be a good idea if everything is sliced thinly and added at the last minute to lend the rich flavors to a rice porridge, It won’t be too alien for her, unless, touch wood, she’s allergic to seafood. So I selected a handful of the freshest shrimps, 4 pieces of fist-sized abalone, 2 geoducks which I had the vendor shelled and cleaned, and a nice fillet of rock cod. I also asked for and given free some fish bones for my stock. Over at the dried food stall, I picked a small fist of dried scallops, and a small piece of Yunnan ham to enrich the stock. At the vegetable stall I added a bunch of cilantro and a piece of ginger and I’m done. Costs no more than RMB40.

As I walked back I passed the barbershop I had patronized a few months before. A girl ran out after me, ‘Da ger, big brother, da ger’ I let her catch up. Why didn’t you visit me? I excuse myself saying I was back home and spent a little while chatting with her. She invited me in the tiny shop. The other girls must still be sleeping. A girl with curlers in her hair walked out half asleep in her pyjamas, realized I was there, gave a half shriek, and ran back to the back. I laughed. After a while, I bid her goodbye, promised to call upon her soon and left.

It was now almost 10 and the streets had filled up with traffic and people. It seemed everyone in Shanghai is outdoors in a festive mood, tomorrow’s National Day. With an official population of 15m registered permanent residents, of which nearly 10m lives in the urban areas, plus another 3m of floating population, it is one mother of a city.

As I pushed the door open I knew the darling was still asleep. I slid the door open to have a peep. She had pushed the cover down to her waist. I could see her pink nipples rising up and down in a steady rhythm, one hand under her head, the other resting on where I had been. I hesitated, should I jump on her now and make violent love to her? Nah, cook your lunch, man.

[wahlau_7]

I like your writing style; descriptive yet not overly hardcore. Don't mind working in Shanghai, man. Any lobang??

[Faidenk]

I've now based myself back in SG but make trip there occasionally.

All bros, I really got to read the FAQ to learn how to reciprocate the points I've received, have patience.

[Wishing4U]

Bro, it has been years since I read the postings you wrote and you still have the poetic style of writing the FR....good to see you are back in SG. Got time to catch up again? My number is still the same.

Bro Wishing

[sindroid]

Very nice story, it is well written! Please continue!

[badboy]

Pure enjoyment reading your stories bro Faidenk..I usually just read but your style stands out as tasteful n poignant.

Great story!


Cheers
Badboy