Karrot Still Have Market Value

Hell yeah, of course I still have "market value".

This Angie is getting a little out of hand lately. Calling Junnie "shorty" and me "fatty" is so rude. But it was an utter insult when she exclaimed, "Wah, so you know you still have market value after marriage!" when a young boy tried to dirty dance with me and chatted me up thereafter at Butter Factory last night.

Getting married is merely a change of marital status and the promise of a lifetime partnership with someone you are so fond of. Getting married will not give you facial warts, lesser hair and a terrible sense of fashion. I will not morph into a hideous being after becoming a Missus. So yes, I am still as attractive as ever.

Maybe even more so, because certain men will find forbidden fruits tasty and think that there is something so seductive about married women. This is a fact I've learnt in my interactions with men from all nationalities. The wedding ring ruse only deters poor, ball-less young men. The richer, smarter, more successful men will be even more intrigued with a young married woman.

Anyway, this young boy was with some friends. And when we left the club at closing time, he shyly approached me and said that his friend dared him to ask me a very sensitive question. If he asks it, he will win $20 and he will split it with me.

Hell, only $10? I can't even buy me a pack of Dunhill Frost.

I told him that I will take on his question. It made him so happy but he still did not dare to ask me. He went back to his friend, presumably to discuss the dare further. Then like a scene out of old school days, they both started to nudge each other towards me. Little boys.

After ten minutes or so, he came back to me and this was the conversation that ensued:


Little boy: My friend dared me ask you this. It is a sensitive question, so you can choose not to answer it. As long as I asked you, I will win the dare.

Me: Yeah yeah. Go ahead.

Little boy: OK! Erm the question is... Do you like to fuck?


I paused a moment as I laughed out loud internally, while maintaining a straight face outwardly. Little boys really amuse me.


Little boy: I'm so sorry! I told you it is a very sensitive question. I hope you are not upset. You don't have to answer it!


I pondered briefly if I should just entertain him and give him something to fantasize about in the night. Being Miss Erotica Yue, I decided to just make the little boy happy.

Eventually, I let out, "No no, I'm not upset. I love to fuck. I will do it all day if I can. I can never get enough of it. Seven rounds a day keeps vaginal cobwebs away - that's my motto."

A broad smile formed on the two boys' faces as they stood silent for a couple of seconds. The boy who chatted me up then said softly, "I love it too."

Again, I burst out laughing inside. This kid is as old as Kenny, my little bro. It feels so funny to be putting sexual ideas in a little boy's head, especially since this boy and his friends really did look so innocent. Then again, young kids nowadays are humping like rabbits even before their pubes are in full bloom.

Feels like I'm Mrs Robinson. *Guffaw*