Mr. Fifty Shades of NO

Vicky seduces Mr. Fifty Shades of NO into signing a rental contract and became his naughty housemate…

Dear Diary,

Once in a blue moon, I guess we will meet a soul that deprives us of our most primal needs and instead, awaken a desire we secretly wanted but choose to bury.

It took me more than a month to write this.
Because he wasn’t just any man.
He ranks up there with Mr. Prince Charming— not in a fairytale sense,
but in the way he broke the script.

I needed time to process what happened. To admit the truth.
Before I could pen this down like a Shakespeare poem.

I still remember the scent of his focaccia feet..
He lives in the same private estate (condominium) as me, which makes his presence so dangerous... But I have NOT forgiven him for restraining me without giving me what I want most.

He is a Chinese Singaporean Gentlemen in his Mid 30’s.
Oddly handsome despite his center parting hair.

Above all.. He was a mindmaster.
The Asian version of Mr. Christian Grey from Fifty Shades of Grey movie except that he left Vicky a different kind of punishment— One that will haunt her for a long time…


THE ROLEPLAY

After a sexless month in Japan, I flew back to Singapore in June 2025, ready to hump like a horny bunny unleashed. Sex is a hunger— Once the tap is turned, it desires to consume either in high quantity or high intensity. I needed more LOVERS™ to balance out my high sex drive.


When the first Gentleman of the Month requested for a roleplay through his long text filled with vivid description of roleplay scenes, I thought I’ve finally found my equal in the world of sex fantasy.

ACT I: The LandLady

I need to get my extra bedroom rented out today. There’s a young Chinese gentlemen coming to view it— I’m gonna do all I can to seduce him to sign it today.
So I wore a tight white dress with a flowy mini skirt hem. No bra. Paired with a white lacy thong.

As he entered the house, I smiled and showed him around. I lured him into the kitchen first. The Miele Oven is down at the bottom of the kitchen cabinet. He stood behind me as I bent over to open its lid. As I did that… the mini skirt hem gave itself up, lifting just enough to reveal my white thong trapped in between my perky butt… fully exposed. ‘‘Oh”, he chuckled.

I turned my head and asked innocently “Can you see it?”. He shyly replied ‘‘Oh, the view was blocked…”. So I walked to the other side and did it again. This time, bowing down with my half my titts exposed. He chuckled again and said “Ahhh… I see it now.”.

Next stop, the Fridge.
“This is our built in fridge. This section can be yours and this will be mine. Why don’t you come over a little closer to see it?” I signalled to him. As he walked towards me.. his body was just half an arm’s length away. Behind him, the dining table, cramping him close to me.

Perfect trap spot, I thought to myself.

“And here at the bottom, is the freezer.”, I bend over once more. Opened the freezer door and took a few steps back. Secretly aiming my butt to be sandwiched right between his cock. I could feel his thighs. But he didn’t move. He simply stood there, as I cushioned my ass in place and mumbled a few questions..

As I stood up and reclaimed my pose, I slowly slid my butt down this manhood…
Like a Mastercard swiping itself into the credit machine’s line of passage. I didn’t care about consequences— only contract. I showed him around the rest of the house including my own bedroom, where my black bunny dildo and leather cuffs lay open on the side table.

ACT II: The Shower Seduction

[Real Life Roleplay] The Actual Bathroom In My House

I brought him into the private bathroom that came with his bedroom. Designed with gorgeous brown marbled tiles with just enough shower space for temptations to bloom.

I shut the dark tinted glass door behind us. Now we were trapped in the corner of the shower room. I can hear his breath. Feel his rising heat.

“These are minty shampoo and shower gel from Taiwan, you can have them!”
This time round, I didn’t just bend over. I push my ass so deep onto his clothed cock and there was no denying that something had risen.

Firm and Soft. Ready to be ridden. His breathe slowed…
But I' wasn’t done with him yet.

”Oh, so sorry, it’s just so cramp here!”, I apologised. He didn’t laugh anymore. His hands was firmly placed on my ass… Examining it closely.

“Above is the rainshower, there’s also a hand shower if you like!” I pulled the knob while standing beneath it. Warm water sprinkled down. It kissed my breasts, bouncing and sliding between my curves. I gasped and leaned back onto him. I turned around, acting like a naive princess in need of a saviour.

“All no” I sighed, pressing my wet breasts against his muscular chest. “The water made me all wet. Can you help me with it?” I looked up with my dreamy eyes.

He obliged. Gently, artfully. His palms glided across the top half of my soft, exposed breast. His fingers, now complicit in my secret mission, felt like signatures before the contract.

I pulled out my top slightly. “Oh… I guess there’s some inside too.” My perky nipples sent their early greetings. We looked into each other’s eyes with an unspoken seduction.

Next thing I knew?
He signed the contract.
I was thrilled and relieved. But sensed that there was something more beneath his soft chuckles..

ACT III: The Slow Dance

*He did asked me to request for a slow dance… where he would touch my earlobe and I’d instantly become his. A power he holds where I can’t say NO to any of his biddings.
(But I forgot about this scene. It happens, okay? Script too long.)

ACT IV: Bedroom Hypnopy

I opened the door without knocking and laid on the end side of his bed with my thighs exposed. My feet and toes, playful and wicked, was teasing his cock 


He came over, stared at me then touched my ear lobes.
I think he decided that it was time for me to be punished.
I can’t remember what happened next.


FIFTY SHADES OF NO

Mr Fifty Shades scotch taped Sex Bunny’s lips..

HIS SECRET WEAPON

I was lying there on the bed… stripped of my white dress with my lacey white thongs and bra left at his mercy. My wrists bound in soft leather cuffs, I was ready to be punished.

Then he disappeared, only to return with a large duffle bag. My curious mind raced— What interesting instruments of pleasure could he have hidden inside? He bend down and pulled out his secret weapon, the kind that no one can expect.

A transparent roll of… mini scotch tape.

He tore a strip and pressed it over my lips. Scotch tape— Of all things! I blinked, confused but played along. Maybe it’s his kink. Maybe he wants to trap my moans inside me. I reassured myself.

THE FACE RUB

He stripped me naked.


“Ooh, it’s starting!”, I smiled to myself. Yet instead of ravishing me, he took his own sweet time to play with me. His fingers traces all over my skin. His eyes brimmed with hedonistic longing yet his sighs was betraying him. Like as for some reason, he couldn’t participated in this forbidden pleasure anymore.


When he undressed, my gaze locked onto his sculpted chest before dropping lower — to his cock. Clean, flawless, beautiful.

But instead of sliding inside me, he spread his legs over my shoulders and rubbed that cock across my taped lips, cheeks and face. The warmth of him was branding my skin. His balls rested against my nose. Even his feet smelled like focaccia bread. I was forced to breathe him in, to be drown in his pheromones.

He made me ache to taste him, to feel him. Yet the tape sealed me from the very thing I craved. It was clear that he was teasing me deliberately.
Did he think I have STD or what? I just did my comprehensive test and I’m in the clear!
I wondered to myself, getting a little upset.

ON HIS COMMAND

By his mercy, he took my Black Bunny Dildo and slip it inside me. While He gazed at me with an expression as if to demand me to orgasm on his command. I gladly did so… My clitoris orgasm flooded through my body, leaving me exhausted.

JEALOUS SEX BUNNY

I recalled vetting his SBF trails...
He booked a threesome session with 2 escorts, both allowed to devour him freely. Why them and not me? Jealousy bloomed.

Yet in that denial, I discovered my real sex appetite was made for feasts not bread crumbs. Other girls will loveeee to have such easy session— No BJ, No Sex. But not me.

One does not simply book Vicky for a 2 hours session and not let her taste his cock or fill her up inside!

“One does not simply book Vicky and not let her taste his cock or fill her up inside!”
— Vicky

A SUGARY ENGAGEMENT

“Why didn’t you fuck me?” I asked, still half-draped in longing.
He smiled gently. “I’m engaged… to my sugar baby.”

Not a fiancĂŠe of many years. Not a woman tested by time. But a sugar arrangement barely a year old. A girl with a simple career, chosen because she was pretty and easy to get along with. Loyalty, he said, had to be kept.


In that very moment, I admired him. That’s my kind of prince charming. The kind that even if given a hall pass and stranded on a naked island, wouldn’t break his vow (Perhaps unless I was on that island participating in an orgy together).

DATING APPS

He revealed to me about his tiring experience on dating apps like Tinder. He found it hard to find someone he likes. Someone who is pretty and carry herself well. So he turned to sugar dating sites.

I laughed, recognizing the same wound. That’s why I avoid dating apps too. There are no shortage of matches with good looking guys but they lacked depth & sincerity. After too many disappointing encounters, I had a theory that my kind of man would feel the same. I rather hold out for the ones with courage to approach me on street.

DIAMOND SUGAR DADDY

To me, she hadn’t just found a gold mine — she had struck a diamond. In my short experiment with sugar dating, I never once met someone single, young, handsome, and emotionally intelligent. Most had been nightmares. That’s why I never accepted any arrangement.

Could I ever marry a sugar daddy? Probably not. I can never trade away financial security for real love. Not in this generation where we have all the freedom to choose. But I guess not everyone can hold out being single for so long…

His choice made me wondered:
Do men find comfort in Women who live simpler lives— those less entangled with ambition than mine?

HIS FINAL TEST

I told him he could have let me know if he didn’t intend to boink me. I could have lowered his CHOCOLATES™ rate.

“Nah, i am taking your time and energy too”, he replied like a true gentleman.
One of the highest-quality men I’ve met— and he didn’t even fuck me.

I see it now: He had chosen me to be his temptation, his final test before his marriage. While I am glad to be his greatest seduction, I felt like I met him at the wrong time. Because I crave to intertwine with such quality men.

“Okay”, I said at last.
“I respect that. I won’t tempt you even if I see you around.”, I promised begrudgingly. He chuckled again with that amusing tone of his.


PASSING BY: DID I STIR HIM?

Before our intimate encounter through KINDER BUENO™ , I don’t remember ever seeing him around the estate. Funny how once you become aware of someone, their presence suddenly appears everywhere?

One evening, after a late lunch, I caught sight of a familiar face. He smiled and waved; I sang a playful “HelloOOoo” back. He chuckled again. That chuckle— I’m getting fond of it.

Secretly, I had been fantasizing about meeting him at the rooftop garden. Lying with him on a hammock that rocked with every breath of wind, carrying the salt of the Sentosa ocean sea that brushes against our skin like a foreplay. I would seduce him there. If he demanded my lips, I would gladly take him into my mouth. If he bound me in BDSM, I would surrender completely — because I knew he carried the kind of heart I could trust to care for me.

But after that friendly exchange of waves and hello. His telegram status became “Last seen long time ago”. Our conversation vanished. Erased from both sides, authorised by him.


Did I became too much of a temptation?
Did I stirred something in him?
I will never know.

This is tha nature of being a professional Sex Bunny. We never chase. We never reach out after the session. This is the line. That’s why we get CHOCOLATES™.


WALTZING BY: HE STIRRED ME







MODERN DAY ROMANCE













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