Meeting Ms. Chen

A GREAT NOVEL for femdom enthusiasts!!

She seemed innocuous … she was anything BUT!

Mike Watson’s life seems to change forever once he meets the dominant, aggressive and older “Ms. Chen” in the park – and fruits are NOT the only thing he’ll be buying her from now on in, hehe. In fact his deepest and innermost secrets are an open book to this all knowing lady – and once Ms. Chen and her friend are DONE with him – guess who shows up – his Indian wife!!!

I still remember the rainy day I met her in the park – and how she used to call out “Lao Wai” (foreigner in Mandarin Chinese) to me as I walked past. Not the politest of ways to address a person, as I’m sure you agree – but that is precisely (one reason) she was anything BUT innocuous.

As for the lovely Payal, the male protagonist’s wife in the story – well – let’s just say hell hath NO fury like a woman scored!

And for Madam herself – and her FRIENDS – and “cohorts in crime” – the term “use and throw” come to mind – and you will see why when you read the book.

Truly one where “women stick together” – jump in – and you’ll know more!

 

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A Great Novel for Femdom Enthusiasts

Mr. Watson’s novel, “Meeting Ms. Chen..” is excellent for those interested in storytelling, relating to femdom. Mr. Watson is patient with his writing and does not want the reader to be spoiled immediately with all the juicy bits. Instead, there is a more natural element of writing, that appeals to a fantasy that can be achieved. For example, without spoiling, one of the main characters starts running up a big hill as part of their daily routine and it soon becomes their symbolic way of growth and exercise. These are characters that deal with challenges and goals, which is reminiscent of real life, and their sexual entanglements are part of their journey!

If you are someone who is interested in exploring a new undisclosed (or disclosed) fantasy of yours, then this is the perfect book for you! I can definitely say that this is a book that I really enjoyed!

Shakuryon Steward, USA

Blackmail – – or the threat of it, at least – and a book excerpt, just in case you didn’t believe me!

 

“You liked Kendrick, didn’t you?”

Five words followed by a question mark, the question hanging heavily in the humid Dongguan air.

Words that made him feel as if he had been struck on the base of the skull by a sock filled with wet sand.

The experience was still fresh in his mind, the taste of Kendrick’s long black cock still in his mouth, the smell of his hairy balls fresh in his nostrils, almost as if it had happened yesterday.

Even though it had been years…

 

He had first met Kendrick, an expat from Kenya, in his third and penultimate year of college in India. Kendrick was a year older, in his final year, but the two had hit it off immediately, a deep friendship forming between the two men.

And there was nothing inherently sexual about the nature of their friendship, at least not that Amit knew at the time.

He did notice that Kendrick, unlike himself, wasn’t too interested in the pretty young Indian women around campus, which he found a bit strange, given that most expats in India (or China, for that matter) literally go nuts over the local women.

But he never really thought about it much, and they were best friends, doing most of the same things guys at that age do – drinking  beer, watching porn together, and so forth.

Little did Amit know that his friendship with Kendrick would reveal feelings and desires within him that he had never even thought of, much less experienced!

That he loved sucking cock, licking a pair of hairy balls, feeling the smoothness of a man’s penis in his mouth, sucking the head, hearing the man moan as he pleasured him…

They had just gotten done with final exams, and were bored out of their minds with nothing much to do except sit around and drink beer.

And it was Amit who suggested they take a short trip to Goa, and spend a couple of days there partying.

Most college students in India have been to Goa at some point, a state that while in India, is completely different from the rest of the country in terms of food, culture and other aspects of daily life.

In fact, it wouldn’t be a stretch to compare the culture there with that of the West Indies, or perhaps Sri Lanka… “Beach culture” is probably an accurate way of terming it.

Lots of drinking, lots of partying, available women (and men, for those that were into the gay scene), and most of all, cheap accommodation and gorgeous, sun kissed beaches for most of the year makes Goa a hot spot for tourists, backpackers, students on a budget, and just about anyone looking for a good time, really.

They took a bus from Bombay to Goa, not minding the bumpy, smelly ride, and were soon having the time of their lives, it being the first time Amit had seen the ocean as well as beaches as gorgeous as this.

Not to mention the women, he thought.

Women of every available hue and colour walking around on the beach in bikinis with drinks in hand, the general environment making them far more open to male company than they normally would be – in short, the type of thing every red blooded straight male dreams about!

They had rented a room together (with two beds) to save money, and it happened on the second night of their four day trip.

They were drinking beer together, the air-conditioner in the room humming gently, providing welcome respite from the humidity outside.

They both had their shirts off, and Amit was discussing the Russian woman he had seen on the beach that afternoon.

“Boy was she hot! Those legs of her, and those lips…” he trailed off, finishing his bottle of beer, and lurching towards the ice chest to get another.

“Ah yeah, her lips”, Kendrick responded, taking his shirt off. The air conditioner wasn’t that powerful, just adequate, but it was more than they expected given the cheap room rates.

And they drank beer, discussing women, in general, enjoying the beer and the cool room. Amit took his shirt off as well, and loosened the buckle on his jeans, getting comfortable as he would at home.

An hour or so later, they were discussing the possibility of paying for sex with some of the women they saw, and Amit got up to take a leak, yawning as he did so, almost ready for bed.

He flushed the toilet, and got back, but what he saw in the dim light of the room both shocked and excited him, the excitement quickly turning into a mega powerful arousal he had never experienced before, sending shivers of anticipation through his body, his cock starting to harden (despite all the alcohol) without him even knowing it!

And what was it exactly that he saw after relieving himself?

The sight of his friend with his long black cock in his hand, completely naked, and stroking his dick with his right hand.

“I’m so horny, I need to jack off”, he was murmuring, all ten or so inches of him erect and hard despite the amount of beer that he too, had consumed!

“Oh”, responded Amit, barely able to speak.

His throat was dry at the sight in front of him, and he didn’t even stop to think how he, a hitherto “straight” guy was so turned on by the sight of his friend’s dick.

His own cock was hard, and Kendrick noticed it.

….   ….

…………………

As for what happened later ?

Did Madam finally blackmail me? Did Mike Watson suck Kendrick off ? Did his wife know, and if so, what happened?

All these questions are no doubt running around in your head as you read this – dive in – and you’ll know MORE!