<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:42:04.265+08:00</updated><category term='Story 1: Susan'/><category term='Story 3: Vivian'/><category term='Story 2: Janice'/><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>SSC's stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories of intimate encounters with the women in our lives, including colleagues, friends and neighbours.

Any coincidence with any persons living or dead are all entirely in your imagination only.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-5068091298072572894</id><published>2007-01-27T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:34:40.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>On writing as a craft</title><summary type='text'>I have been writing stories under another pseudonym and so work on Vivian's story has stopped for quite a while. It is unfortunate that the nature of those new stories are not suitable for this blog and I can't link from here either. I seriously hope to come back and continue on Vivian one day and start new stories.I have joined an online writing group recently and one of the members asked for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5068091298072572894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=5068091298072572894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/5068091298072572894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/5068091298072572894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-writing-as-craft.html' title='On writing as a craft'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-114510439068209182</id><published>2006-04-15T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:07:55.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Moving to tripod</title><summary type='text'>I'm moving my stories to tripod! They give topics and allow back-dating of stories, so it is much easier for me to arrange the chapters in the correct sequence. Makes it easier for you to read also!http://ssc-stories.tripod.com/update on 27 Jan 07:Tripod is unbelievably slow! And tedious to use! Now that Blogger has finally caught up and given me topics and (once again) backdating of stories, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114510439068209182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=114510439068209182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/114510439068209182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/114510439068209182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2006/04/moving-to-tripod.html' title='Moving to tripod'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-114493939054613723</id><published>2006-04-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:27:21.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>Sample 34D</title><summary type='text'>34D on a slender figure is not common locally. Fat 34Ds are everywhere. This is for those who have not seen the real stuff, face to breasts before. They exist. Cheers.Miss Singapore Universe 2006. She's around that size.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114493939054613723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=114493939054613723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/114493939054613723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/114493939054613723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2006/04/sample-34d.html' title='Sample 34D'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FD0y-xH2c14/Rbr-moESp0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IWQVLLlBRRQ/s72-c/carol4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111814804767784549</id><published>2005-12-31T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:39:26.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 1</title><summary type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 1by s.s.c.There is a new girl on my team. Vivian is a marketing executive who drives us very hard to deliver what she has committed to the customers. I normally hate that in a marketing guy, but she is generous with her treats, often buying us starbucks coffee when we work late, sometimes dinner as well. It helps tremendously that she is young and gorgeous, with 34D </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111814804767784549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111814804767784549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111814804767784549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111814804767784549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-office-colleague-part-1_07.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 1'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111676539526562608</id><published>2005-12-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:39:58.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Our team finally finished working after 9pm, and we packed up to go home. Most of them are going home to get much needed rest, while I went to the gym with my busty colleague Vivian. She's still young and energetic, and I'm energetic because I will get the chance to see her in her tight-fitting gym attire.I changed into my tee and shorts and waited outside the changing room for her. The sight of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111676539526562608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111676539526562608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676539526562608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676539526562608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-office-colleague-part-2.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 2'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111676542322788964</id><published>2005-12-29T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:40:20.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 3</title><summary type='text'>Life is good when you are hanging around with a big-breasted chiobu everyday. It's even better when you are engaging in physical activities with her.I have a habit of going swimming during lunch once a week. It's one way to keep my body tanned and maintain my fitness despite my hectic work schedule. There is a public swimming pool near our office that is usually deserted during lunch, when kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111676542322788964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111676542322788964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676542322788964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676542322788964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-office-colleague-part-3.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 3'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111676551390374226</id><published>2005-12-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:41:29.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 4</title><summary type='text'>Our project is finally completed and Vivian, our busty marketing executive, treated the team to drinks as thanks for our help. Our team consists of 5 guys, and she is the only girl to be drinking with us. I think we have really built up quite a rapport and trust over the last few weeks, because she got quite drunk and had to be sent home. After the visual feast she gave us, it took a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111676551390374226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111676551390374226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676551390374226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676551390374226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-office-colleague-part-4.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 4'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112049785452734653</id><published>2005-12-27T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:42:09.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 5</title><summary type='text'>I love to shop with cute and big-breasted women. There is plenty to look at, sometimes you get extra discounts or bonuses if you are nice to them.My busty colleague Vivian called me up one Saturday afternoon to ask if I can help her buy a router, because she heard that it is the in thing and everybody's surfing wirelessly on routers at home. I was lazing at home, recovering from the project that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112049785452734653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112049785452734653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112049785452734653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112049785452734653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-office-colleague-part-5.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 5'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111676560911701619</id><published>2005-12-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:42:34.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 6</title><summary type='text'>My strategy of self-restraint may be paying off soon. Things would have gone badly between us if I had taken advantage of my chio bu colleague Vivian while she was drunk that night, but now she's clearly as eager as I am to go beyond our verbal foreplay into something much more physical. With a cute and energetic girl like her, having her as a willing partner will be infinitely more enjoyable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111676560911701619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111676560911701619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676560911701619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676560911701619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-office-colleague-part-6.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 6'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112100697159957056</id><published>2005-12-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:42:57.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 7</title><summary type='text'>Swimming with my busty and chio office colleague Vivian is always a challenge in self-control. The sight of her in a bikini is sure to give me a raging hardon and destroy any gentlemanly image I may be portraying. Not that I'm shy about letting her see my bulge, since she was quite tickled by the sight of the tent in my trunks. It's just that I don't want to be harassing her neighbours who might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112100697159957056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112100697159957056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112100697159957056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112100697159957056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-office-colleague-part-7.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 7'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112265624360603579</id><published>2005-12-24T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:44:15.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 8</title><summary type='text'>Waiting for the lift, I looked at my colleague Vivian, the sparkle in her eyes told me that she enjoyed the underwater play in her pool and was probably as aroused as I was. Every now and then she had to stifle a giggle and was breathless from trying not to giggle like a dizzy schoolgirl.I was wrapped only in a towel she has lent me, my hardon in my trunks not having subsided at all. That would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112265624360603579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112265624360603579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112265624360603579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112265624360603579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-office-colleague-part-8.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 8'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112308163812989099</id><published>2005-12-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:44:38.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 9</title><summary type='text'>Monday afternoon. Taking a break from my work, I recalled my chio and busty colleague Vivian's striptease in her shower yesterday, untying her bikini top and dropping it with one arm draped across her 34D tits. The memories of that scene was enough to bring my little brother back to life. Vivian is just a few doors away from my office. What is a fling with a colleague like without a tryst during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112308163812989099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112308163812989099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112308163812989099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112308163812989099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-office-colleague-part-9.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 9'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112342176904951919</id><published>2005-12-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:46:14.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 10</title><summary type='text'>"Are you going to go home like this later? Taking the train?" I asked her.Vivian thought about it for a while and murmured, "I can't do that today. The coffee is making my nipples hard and sensitive, I need to wear back my bra.""Coffee does that to you? I kind of noticed that you were hard yesterday, but I thought it was just that air-con.""No, it was the coffee. I am quite sensitive to coffee. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112342176904951919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112342176904951919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112342176904951919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112342176904951919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-office-colleague-part-10.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 10'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112368332541955258</id><published>2005-12-21T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:46:40.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 11</title><summary type='text'>Vivian was at a function when I got back on Thursday night. She could not meet me, and I missed her. I drove to her condo the next morning to give her a ride to office."Hi, I missed you." It was all I said to her when she got into my car and sat beside me. It was all it took for her to reach over to kiss me, and for me to kiss back, and my hands to reach for her body, for her to wrap her arms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112368332541955258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112368332541955258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112368332541955258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112368332541955258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-office-colleague-part-11.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 11'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112378059549233084</id><published>2005-12-20T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:48:06.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 12</title><summary type='text'>After a few gropes of my chio colleague Vivian's 34Ds in the morning, I discovered that she's letting me have another go at her in the evening. Am I free to send her home to get changed? Of course I can make time for that!The truth is that I have tons of work to clear after I'm back in office, but I will come back on Sunday to finish up. Vivian will be at home overseeing her co-tenant's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112378059549233084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112378059549233084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112378059549233084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112378059549233084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-office-colleague-part-12.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 12'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112402507470009994</id><published>2005-12-19T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:48:51.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 13</title><summary type='text'>Driving around with my chio colleague Vivian is a dangerous thing to do when there are only the 2 of us in the car. I will inevitably end up groping her 34D tits and get distracted, even more so when she touches me through my pants. My hand tightened its grip on the steering wheel. I flicked her nipple through her office blouse and she shifted in her seat, gasping. Her hand tightened its grip on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112402507470009994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112402507470009994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112402507470009994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112402507470009994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-office-colleague-part-13.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 13'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112506316283016423</id><published>2005-12-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:49:09.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 14</title><summary type='text'>I was really looking forward roller-blading with my chio and busty colleague Vivian at East Coast. I blade there every Saturday morning, but I have yet to see a female blader with an angel's face and a devilishly voluptious body like hers. I can imagine that she will be making some waves over there.I wanted to meet her in the morning when the sun is not so glaring, but she needed to recover from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112506316283016423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112506316283016423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112506316283016423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112506316283016423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-office-colleague-part-14.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 14'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112627159963003994</id><published>2005-12-17T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:49:54.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 15</title><summary type='text'>It is not often that I get to see a chio and busty girl like my colleague Vivian rollerblading at East Coast Park. It is even less often that I am teaching that girl how to blade. Therefore it is not surprising that I was happy to be the pillar for her to lean on when she is falling. I was more than willing for her to collapse into my arms when she does fall, to feel her 34D breasts in a soft bra</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112627159963003994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112627159963003994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112627159963003994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112627159963003994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-office-colleague-part-15.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 15'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112632196686988443</id><published>2005-12-16T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:51:12.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 16</title><summary type='text'>I go rollerblading at East Coast Park every Saturday morning, and there are always girls who blade in their bikini tops, but never someone as big as 34D. Having my chio and japanese-looking colleague Vivian blade in her old bra and denim shorts was like a wet dream come true. Her breasts sway very distractingly from side to side when she blades.The sun was so hot that it was like blading in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112632196686988443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112632196686988443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112632196686988443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112632196686988443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-office-colleague-part-16.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 16'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-112921542465512409</id><published>2005-12-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:51:44.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 17</title><summary type='text'>Rollerblading with a busty girl is a very fun sport to engage in, especially if she is open to the idea of blading in her bra and shorts. The sight of my chio colleague Vivian's 34D tits swinging from side to side is giving my heart a good workout. If she is really going to remove her bra and blade in just a wet tee shirt, this trip will be worth cumming for!She stopped and looked around once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/112921542465512409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=112921542465512409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112921542465512409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/112921542465512409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-office-colleague-part-17_27.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 17'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-114545642129788922</id><published>2005-12-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:52:23.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 18</title><summary type='text'>Two girls cycled past us and stared at her, surprise written all over their faces. I wouldn't have believed it myself if I see someone as pretty and big-breasted as Vivian, blading at East Coast Parkway, obviously braless, wearing a tight and wet tee. Her face turned red when she saw them staring at her. We hurried on.Vivian is not an experienced blader and has to swing her arms a lot to balance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114545642129788922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=114545642129788922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/114545642129788922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/114545642129788922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-office-colleague-part-18.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 18'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-114545667621600815</id><published>2005-12-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:08:17.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 3: Vivian'/><title type='text'>My Office Colleague - Part 19</title><summary type='text'>"Wow you shoot so far! I didn't know can shoot so much and so far!" my chio and busty colleague Vivian exclaimed excitedly.Looking up at her, seeing the light in her eyes, it was like looking at a little kid who has just been given a new toy. Oh yes, I'm going to give her a piece of candy to suck on! A sexy girl like her who gets so excited when she sees your cock is always a delight! Her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114545667621600815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=114545667621600815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/114545667621600815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/114545667621600815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-office-colleague-part-19.html' title='My Office Colleague - Part 19'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-113172468659411803</id><published>2005-11-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:58:06.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Plagiarism</title><summary type='text'>I realise that my stories have been posted to a certain forum as the poster's own stories.Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so he must have enjoyed the story and found it good enough that he is not embarrassed to claim credit for them. Well, I'm flattered, but I would much rather credit be given. I have stated both here as well as on my chosen forum that these stories are my originals.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/113172468659411803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=113172468659411803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/113172468659411803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/113172468659411803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/11/plagiarism.html' title='Plagiarism'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111676705720766084</id><published>2005-05-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:17:50.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 2: Janice'/><title type='text'>Janice Part 7 - Lady In Gym</title><summary type='text'>Janice Part 7 - Lady In GymBy s.s.c.Still taking the train to work, but no anal probe this morning, much to my disappointment. Nobody molested my backside today, but I'm already aroused just anticipating it that I went into the ladies to do it myself when I reached office. I changed my g-string pantyliner as well, which was soaked by the time I was done. Better a wet liner than a wet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111676705720766084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111676705720766084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676705720766084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111676705720766084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/05/janice-part-7-lady-in-gym.html' title='Janice Part 7 - Lady In Gym'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556691510252331</id><published>2005-05-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:56:25.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 2: Janice'/><title type='text'>Janice Part 6 - Lady In Heat</title><summary type='text'>A guy from the next block seems to have just moved in not too long ago. He seems the engineering type, goes to work in long sleeves shirts, looks serious and studious, but he's not bad looking and quite muscular. We smile when we wait for the bus in the morning, but that is all.Our blocks are close together and I often find him looking out of his window around 10 at night. His singlets show off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556691510252331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556691510252331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556691510252331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556691510252331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/05/janice-part-6-lady-in-heat.html' title='Janice Part 6 - Lady In Heat'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556679169344425</id><published>2005-05-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:52:04.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 2: Janice'/><title type='text'>Janice Part 5 - Lady in distress</title><summary type='text'>I really hate it when Boss says that I have to do it because I'm an executive. I hate the fact that executives can be loaded with all sorts of thankless tasks that bosses themselves do not want to do.For various reasons, I have been arrowed to train a team from one of our customers. My sore throat, flu and cough had been killing me since yesterday and it is still not any better. I have to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556679169344425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556679169344425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556679169344425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556679169344425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/05/janice-part-5-lady-in-distress.html' title='Janice Part 5 - Lady in distress'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556666704768274</id><published>2005-05-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:05:59.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 2: Janice'/><title type='text'>Janice Part 4 - Lady in unisex toilet</title><summary type='text'>This office block sucks big time. I have been here for 2 weeks, and like it less than before I arrived. Instead of getting used to it, I keep finding new things to despise about it. But when I do not even have a decent toilet to go to, it is really too much.I'm with my half of the department at this contingency office. It is an old, poorly-designed office block that my company rented probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556666704768274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556666704768274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556666704768274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556666704768274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/05/janice-part-4-lady-in-unisex-toilet.html' title='Janice Part 4 - Lady in unisex toilet'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556647200292872</id><published>2005-05-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:34:32.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 2: Janice'/><title type='text'>Janice Part 3 - Lady on the move</title><summary type='text'>I have been working out of my new office for a week now. The departments had been split so that if one person gets infected, only half the department gets wiped out. But I have the misfortune of being posted to the same place as my manager. Oh! Why didn't they send me to the other team that does not have my manager?They hastily got together some desks and made a space for my half of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556647200292872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556647200292872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556647200292872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556647200292872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/05/janice-part-3-lady-on-move.html' title='Janice Part 3 - Lady on the move'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556632204790972</id><published>2005-04-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:32:02.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 2: Janice'/><title type='text'>Janice Part 2 - Lady in the rain</title><summary type='text'>I waited for my colleague after I have alighted from the bus. To give myself something to do without needing to turn around to face the bus, I put on my jacket so that I no longer have to hold it in my hands when we walk to the office. I'm still a little bit embarrassed about sitting on the man's nose and did not want to let him see my face.My colleague tapped me on the shoulder and we walked to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556632204790972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556632204790972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556632204790972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556632204790972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/04/janice-part-2-lady-in-rain.html' title='Janice Part 2 - Lady in the rain'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556613862472099</id><published>2005-04-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:31:29.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 2: Janice'/><title type='text'>Janice Part 1 - Lady on the bus</title><summary type='text'>It was a hot morning, the sort that makes me perspire even after I have just taken a shower. I am so glad to be in my g-string today.Walking to the bus stop from my HDB flat, I can feel my C cup boobs moving in my soft bra but I'm late for work this morning and so I walked a bit faster. My boobs are swaying more prominently now, and I know that the guy walking towards me was ogling at them, but I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556613862472099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556613862472099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556613862472099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556613862472099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/04/janice-part-1-lady-on-bus.html' title='Janice Part 1 - Lady on the bus'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556564888635750</id><published>2005-04-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:20:48.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 11</title><summary type='text'>Tanya managed to trap Susan under her and was squeezing her breasts. Susan told me, rape Tanya! With pleasure. I stuck my hand under Tanya's white office skirt and grabbed her legs, which were already spread during their wrestle. She yelled at me and wanted to kick me. What a violent woman! As her heels are still on, they can cause quite a bit of pain. I wanted to pull her off Susan but their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556564888635750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556564888635750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556564888635750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556564888635750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/04/story-of-my-friend-part-11.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 11'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556555265434981</id><published>2005-04-05T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:19:12.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 10</title><summary type='text'>The night after I visited my friend, let's call her Susan for simplicity, I finally slept well. She gave me a blowjob and I licked her pussy crazy. I guess the much-needed ejaculation released the tension within me, giving me the rest I lacked for so long.In the office, morale was still in the pits, lousy company, and the boss needed to do something about the morale or he will have a problem on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556555265434981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556555265434981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556555265434981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556555265434981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/04/story-of-my-friend-part-10.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 10'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556537346375570</id><published>2005-03-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:18:27.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 9</title><summary type='text'>When I woke up the next morning, I went to work as usual, but thinking of the hard spanking I had witnessed the previous night left me feeling strangely uncomfortable. I felt repulsed by the cruel treatment and the way she bawled due to the pain, and want to cuddle her and comfort her. For her boyfriend, only contempt and anger. How could he have defiled such a beautiful thing so thoughtlessly?I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556537346375570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556537346375570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556537346375570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556537346375570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-of-my-friend-part-9.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 9'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556486283729827</id><published>2005-03-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:07:42.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 8</title><summary type='text'>It has been 2 weeks since she has had her birthday present from me, and I'm getting very horny by now. I still have her white thong, but had not done anything with it yet.I missed our gathering last week, and now that her boyfriend's back, I can't even ask her out. Work commitments are piling up and I'm experiencing a lack of desire for the first time in my life. Too tired to stir my brother even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556486283729827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556486283729827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556486283729827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556486283729827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-of-my-friend-part-8.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 8'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556476567096237</id><published>2005-03-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:06:05.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 7</title><summary type='text'>Having agreed to obey her for a day as her birthday present, I have to figure out a way to do as required. With a penis that is stiff as a rod after her teasing, one way to soften enough to pee is obviously to jack off and ejaculate, but I did not want to do that at the staircase of a shopping mall. Surely there are better places to do that, such as at her place. She had enjoyed having my dick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556476567096237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556476567096237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556476567096237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556476567096237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-of-my-friend-part-7.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 7'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556458589657601</id><published>2005-03-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:03:05.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 6</title><summary type='text'>A few days after the party, she asked me out for a drink. I knew she had something planned after we have both enjoyed that apron and g-string session and that this is meant to be my birthday present for her. After all she had given me such a wonderful present for mine. The question was simply what, and where, her house or mine.We met after work at a cafe in a busy shopping centre and settled the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556458589657601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556458589657601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556458589657601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556458589657601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-of-my-friend-part-6.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 6'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556451114420853</id><published>2005-03-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:01:51.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 5</title><summary type='text'>It was a few weeks before we met again, since all of us were busy with work or something else, and it was not until she threw a birthday party for herself that I saw her again. Meanwhile I masturbated to the memories of that night when I held her fabulous butt in my hands and smacked it.The usual gang would be arriving in the evening, but I went early to buy groceries with her so she can prepare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556451114420853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556451114420853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556451114420853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556451114420853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-of-my-friend-part-5.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 5'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556429999190808</id><published>2005-02-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:58:20.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 4</title><summary type='text'>She finally confronted me about my groping. I knew she will find out about it some day.We were with the usual group of friends dining at a restaurant at one of the shopping centres here, where the seats were very close to each other and we were all mashed together like sardines. Halfway through the meal, she got up from her seat beside mine. Turning the other side to tell her friend that she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556429999190808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556429999190808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556429999190808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556429999190808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/02/story-of-my-friend-part-4.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 4'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556423857153163</id><published>2005-02-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:57:18.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 3</title><summary type='text'>The girl's boyfriend is still unaware that someone else had been groping his girlfriend's ass, and he continues to do it himself in public, much to her embarrassment and discomfort. I guess she does not enjoy the attention it attracts from other people. She is A cup sized, so her assests are all down there. Few girls like to have their breasts squeezed in front of everyone, so I believe she is as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556423857153163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556423857153163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556423857153163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556423857153163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/02/story-of-my-friend-part-3.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 3'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556411601905562</id><published>2005-02-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:56:08.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 2</title><summary type='text'>A couple of weeks later we went pubbing again and she was wearing a thong under her skirt, which had an inner lining. The material of the skirt is slinky and clinging and would show off her curves wonderfully if not for that inner layer, and perhaps it insulates her from minor bumps so that she does not notice them.She is one of those who look fantastic in a thong, especially when you realise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556411601905562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556411601905562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556411601905562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556411601905562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/02/story-of-my-friend-part-2.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 2'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556405626075030</id><published>2005-02-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:55:42.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story 1: Susan'/><title type='text'>The story of my friend - Part 1</title><summary type='text'>There is this group of friends, and one girl fascinates me in particular. In fact, I'm obsessed with her ass, and always wonder if she knows about it.Her boyfriend might have suspected, since he's very obviously a butt man and always like to grope her butt, but we've never talked about it. The way I see it, as long as my interest is not very obvious, we can both close an eye to it. He pretend not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556405626075030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556405626075030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556405626075030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556405626075030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/02/story-of-my-friend-part-1.html' title='The story of my friend - Part 1'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12740615.post-111556321080459922</id><published>2005-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:51:36.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>My erotica</title><summary type='text'>I write erotica for fun,  and which writer does not wish for an appreciative audience?My stories are all taken from everyday life, but don't take them too seriously. If everyone walks around so obsessed and feverish, we would never get anything done.Drop me a mail if you like my stories, or if you want to contribute your own. Have fun!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/111556321080459922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12740615&amp;postID=111556321080459922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556321080459922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12740615/posts/default/111556321080459922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssc-stories.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-erotica.html' title='My erotica'/><author><name>ssc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02455515465336655441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
