Yang Xiaoqing's Confession 18: The Waves of Bali - Male Prostitutes (Parts 1-3)

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (18) The Waves of Bali - "Male Prostitutes" (Part 1

) On my first night at the "Water Lily Pond" in Bali, having just arrived from a long flight from Italy, and having watched the monkey dance in the evening and had a full-body massage by masseur Gigi, I walked back to the inn. Upon entering my room, I felt completely exhausted, so I quickly washed my face, changed my clothes, and went to bed.
Although my body was extremely tired, after the massage, the application of volcanic ash, and the flower petal bath, my acupoints were completely opened, and my muscles and bones were relaxed, so I could say I felt quite comfortable. However, my mind kept racing: recalling the appearance and body of every man I had met that day; of course, including Gigi's penis, which I had only touched but never actually seen. And all the men in my mind were wearing sarongs, so the protrusion of their genitals was never very obvious. I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep; then I looked at my watch, and it was already 11:30 p.m.
Suddenly, I heard voices outside. I got out of bed, lifted the curtain, and peeked in. I saw a man and two women walking back to the neighboring hut, their laughter mixed with Japanese. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could tell that the long-haired woman was short, and the short-haired woman was taller; their appearances immediately identified them as Japanese female tourists. The man, with his hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a sarong, was very strong. They were probably local men who understood Japanese
. They went inside and continued to laugh loudly. Later, their voices changed to the woman's soft moans and the man's low growls, interspersed with giggles, incoherent cries, and shrill screams; it was clearly the lewd sounds of a couple having sex: rising and falling, continuous and incessant. It kept me awake even more. On one hand, I found it annoying, but on the other hand, I couldn't help but get excited by imagining the three of them having fun... So
I opened my purse, took out the pocket-sized "Bali and Ulugh Beg Guidebook" I'd bought that afternoon, and half-lying on the bed, listlessly flipping through it, thinking about where I could go and what I should do in the next few days... The book introduced the local customs, dwellings, architecture, festivals, and artistic features, with many illustrations and photos; it also detailed the scenery of Ulugh Beg: including galleries, art museums, craft museums, and other places to visit...
As I read, my eyes became sore and I could barely keep them open. I threw the book aside and drifted off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the cold air, still hearing the laughter and chatter of the man and woman in the next room; I jumped out of bed and closed the window, but not completely shut to let in some natural air. Of course, I could only continue to "listen" to their insatiable, relentless lovemaking.
Pulling the covers tighter, curling up into a ball, I tucked my hands between my thighs for warmth. Thinking back to the years I'd spent alone in California, long accustomed to sleeping alone, I felt a deep longing to share a bed and be with someone tonight, in a foreign land. And that person, of course, was a man!
I hoped to embrace and cherish him in my dreams, not necessarily to make love…
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I was awakened by the crowing of roosters, chirping of birds, and barking of dogs in the early morning; opening my eyes, I saw the rising sun still shrouded in a thin mist outside the curtains. I threw on a jacket, opened the door, and stepped onto the balcony, immediately feeling the thick moisture in the air and the fragrant scent of grass. Outside the garden, clumps of rice seedlings swayed in the wind in the paddy fields, and the ponds reflected the azure sky and the golden morning clouds like mirrors… Ah! The name of this village, "Wubu," is truly fitting. After
having breakfast at the guesthouse's garden tea room, I asked the front desk about tourist destinations and transportation, and decided to take the local bus to visit a nearby art museum. Although I knew renting a car would be more convenient and cheaper, I deliberately decided to do so in order to blend in with the locals and since I wasn't in a hurry… I
went back to my room, changed into a more formal dress, put on sunglasses and a hat for sun protection, and set off leisurely.
The bus was hot and stuffy without air conditioning, but thankfully there weren't many passengers. As soon as I got on the road, a cool breeze blew in through the window, ruffling my hair and brushing against my neck and face, which I could clearly feel. Looking out at the greenery, the car slowly bumped and moved backward, with distant volcanic peaks appearing and disappearing among the verdant forests... The rural scenery filled me with joy.
The artworks in the art museum were of a very high standard; the diverse materials and vibrant colors were very attractive, and I unknowingly spent the entire morning there. What impressed me most were the artists' depictions of the local people's lives, their various clothing styles, and the vivid expressions on their faces. In particular, the photographic series of ethnic dances from the 1930s and 1940s presented a rich and powerful portrayal of the dancers' postures, which particularly moved and captivated me.
After the visit, I rested in a pavilion on the edge of the valley, overlooking the rural scenery. While sipping a cold drink by the railing, two young Western men who looked like travelers stared at me for a while before approaching me, asking boring questions such as "Where are you from...?", "How long have you been in Bali...?", and "Do you like the artworks on display...?"
I gave a very simple answer, too lazy to ask any questions, and intentionally or unintentionally acted indifferent, focusing on enjoying the scenery. Seeing that I kept glancing away and wasn't particularly interested in them, the two men tactfully walked away.
Actually, I was just idling around and should have naturally welcomed someone to approach and chat; unfortunately, these two were blond, blue-eyed Western men, and at that moment, I was only curious about the locals, and felt absolutely no interest in men of other races.
Perhaps it was because of this thought that I "unexpectedly" encountered a local man that afternoon, which also marked the first time in my life I had such an intimate relationship with a male prostitute!
The story goes like this…
While
having lunch at the art museum, I noticed from the tourist map that it was only about two kilometers from Wubu, and there was a fairly flat path leading there. So I decided not to take the bus and instead walk back to the village to enjoy the local rural scenery along the way. Although the afternoon sun was high, there was still a gentle mountain breeze; the paths winding through the fields and the stone-paved roads stretching under the shade of trees were cool everywhere, and I didn't feel the heat at all. Enjoying the scenery and absorbing the breath of nature, I unknowingly arrived at the edge of Wubu village, where scattered houses were clustered in the dense forest. …
The mud-carved walls of traditional Balinese houses, the exquisitely carved beasts at the entrance gates, and the flower pots placed on the stone steps for worshipping spirits all attracted my attention. The sounds of children playing echoed through the alleyways, some even holding aloft their colorful kites, which they had brought to fly in the fields, and competing with each other, adding a vibrant touch to the islanders' lives.
I saw a couple emerge from a gate not far away, stopping to talk. The beautiful blonde Western woman was dressed in an undergarment; the long-haired, black-bearded, slender local man looked very familiar. I stopped to observe, and then I remembered the long-haired young man who had greeted me with "Hello!" at the entrance of an arts and crafts shop on my way back to the guesthouse from the massage parlor last night—it was him!
At the time, I was focused on getting back to the guesthouse and hadn't paid attention, assuming he was just a vendor. Now, however, I realized that he, dressed in a white linen shirt and a black sarong, possessed an elegant air and was quite handsome!
A motorcycle driven by a young man drove out of the gate, and the blonde woman sat on it; the long-haired man handed her what appeared to be a plastic bag containing rags, and the two nodded and waved goodbye. After watching her walk away, the man didn't turn back to go inside, but instead glanced back at me.
Driven by curiosity, I boldly approached. He smiled and greeted me with "Hello!" Confirming that he was the man I'd met on the street the night before, I replied with a "Hi!" and then looked at the sign with English and Chinese (Japanese) on it.
It read "Shunxiang Art Pavilion," another incredibly poetic name!
The long-haired man spoke a string of Japanese words, seemingly inviting me inside, gesturing towards the door. I shook my head and said in English that I wasn't Japanese. He then apologized, explaining why Japanese and Chinese people look similar and are difficult to distinguish; as for "Shunxiang Art Pavilion," it was a studio with a garden tea room, dedicated to displaying art pieces such as sculpting and carving.
"Beautiful lady, would you like to come in and look around for a while... You don't need to buy anything..." he said.
Unexpectedly called "pretty lady," I smiled with delight, nodded, and followed him across the threshold. I saw children chasing each other in the front yard, and an old woman smiling and greeting me from the thatched pavilion. Happy and reassured, I walked through the bushes and path to a pond facing two thatched huts and a garden. There, I found a four-cornered bamboo pavilion with straw mats and a embankment, a place where one could lean against a pillow and leisurely enjoy the scenery.
The long-haired man led me to the pavilion, politely asking me to wait a moment, saying he would be back soon. He then went into the thatched huts, whose eaves were covered with a row of drapery. I looked around at the lush greenery and vibrant red flowers in the sunlight and shade, the swaying shadows of banana leaves and bamboo leaves creating an atmosphere of unparalleled tranquility.
Although I was alone in the garden, I didn't feel uneasy at all; on the contrary, I felt very comfortable. While waiting, my mood was relaxed. After a while, a girl came with a tea tray and offered me iced lemongrass tea.
After thanking her, I adjusted my posture, half-leaning against the pillow. As I casually picked up "Bali Folk Art" from a stack of books and newspapers beside the tea, I noticed a copy of "Japanese Erotic Art" and a book titled "A Journey to Southeast Asia for Sexual Encounters" underneath!
I couldn't resist opening "Japanese Erotic Art"; page after page of illustrations of men and women having sex immediately made my breathing quicken and my heart race. Afraid of being discovered, I quickly closed it, but even more curious, I picked up "A Journey to Southeast Asia for Sexual Encounters," ignoring the cover featuring a nearly nude Thai woman performing a "pole dance," and hurriedly flipped to the Bali chapter, quickly reading under the "Men Seeking Women" and "Women Seeking Men" sections…
Only then did I learn that in Bali, many local men would approach Western women on the street by greeting them with "Hello!" In fact, they are male prostitutes who provide companionship and escort services to female tourists. However, while originally targeting primarily Western women, in recent years, due to a shift in tourist demographics and an increasing number of Japanese female tourists, their services have expanded to include Asian women!
"Oh my god! ...Could this young man with long hair and a beard be a 'male prostitute'? ...Then, isn't this 'Shunka Art Pavilion' a brothel? ...And the slightly overweight but very strong man with a ponytail who accompanied the Japanese woman in the next room last night, was he also a 'male prostitute'...?" The book also states that Western men seeking women can mostly find their prey in resort hotels or seaside bars frequented by tourists; while female customers wanting male companionship can choose suitable partners from local men who actively solicit them. In particular, the male prostitutes on the island are known for their amazing bedroom skills, providing complete satisfaction to women, and often possessing an artistic temperament, which is a major reason why women from all over the world flock to them!
After quickly reading this section, I glanced at the following passage about the extremely low prices of male prostitutes in Bali: even a full day's service cost only about ten US dollars—unbelievably cheap! ... My heart pounded even harder, and my mouth went dry. I quickly grabbed a large gulp of lemongrass tea before putting the book down, not daring to read any further. Then, I restlessly adjusted my position, trying to sit more comfortably.
But because I was wearing a light purple, thin dress, the narrow skirt was too tight, and I didn't know how to bend or position my legs; no matter how I tried, I couldn't sit comfortably. I had to pull the skirt up higher to expose more of my thighs and lean to one side, back into the pillowcase; only then did I feel a little more comfortable.
At this moment, a long-haired man came over with a stack of rags, took off his shoes, knelt beside the tea, and unfolded the rags one by one to show me. The beautiful patterns of blooming flowers, soaring birds, and flowing leaves before me were too much for me to focus on; my mind was filled with images of myself and him making love on the pavilion couch!
The
man, as he explained his actions, gazed deeply into my eyes, making me even more uneasy. I shifted my body on the pillow, shyly tugging at the hem of my skirt, trying to cover more of my thighs that were showing through my pantyhose. I didn't even hear what he asked, only lowering my head and pursing my lips in a soft "hmm." I wanted to look at him, but I was too timid to lift my eyes. And I was terrified, afraid that the man had already noticed from the stack of books and newspapers scattered beside the tea that I had looked through those books.
"Miss, my name is... Dayang... What is your name...?" he asked with a smile.
I had to answer, "...Kim...Kimberley..." before daring to look directly at the man before me.
His dark skin accentuated his bright eyes; his long hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, and beneath his straight nose, a stubble that barely covered his lips highlighted the whiteness of his teeth; he captivated me at first sight. As his slender fingers caressed the thin fabric of my dress, describing its lightness, I felt that hand touching my own skin, making my whole body tremble and even my crotch wet!
"...Is it too hot because the sun is too strong...Kimberley..." Dayang asked with concern.
"Oh!...No, it's just a bit too bright..."
I replied anxiously, wiping the sweat from my forehead; I wanted to pick up a magazine to fan myself, but I was afraid of attracting Dayang's attention to the pile of books and newspapers, so I didn't dare to do so. I could only tug at the front of my dress to cool my chest; I bent my arms and hooked the straps of my sleeveless blouse and bra to prevent them from sticking with sweat… but all my movements were seen by Dayang. He quickly sat up cross-legged and smiled at me, saying,
“…Let’s go into the thatched hut across the street, it’s… cooler there.” He bent down and pulled me up from the pillow.
“Inside…” I asked uneasily, kneeling up and moving to the edge, slipping my feet into my shoes.
As Dayang led me along the stone path toward the thatched hut, my heart pounded, because I had always believed that the dirtiest and most sordid things in the world were “selling oneself into prostitution” and “prostitution.” The act of using one's sexual organs as a tool for making money, offering one's body to strangers, being penetrated and withdrawn, and having semen from who-knows-where spill into one's private parts—it is utterly shameful!
Men soliciting prostitutes is already filthy, but for women to seek out male prostitutes is even more...utterly shameless...
Yet, I must ask myself: last night at the massage parlor, my urgent physical needs were satisfied only by my bare hands, without even physical contact; as a result, after nightfall, hearing the sounds of lovemaking from the neighboring room kept me tossing and turning, unable to sleep. This discomfort is real, no less than the torment and suffering I've endured for years without male comfort; it cannot be blinded by a mere moral lecture and pretended not to exist!
Since Dayang had treated me so warmly today, and his youthful good looks had deeply attracted me; and now that I was alone on this remote island of Bali, even if I did something, it would be completely unknown to anyone I knew!
But if I remained bound by moral constraints or psychological barriers, lacking the courage to accept the challenge, wouldn't I be filled with regret again for missing out?
Seeing that the cobblestone path had come to an end, my mind was still in turmoil; I had no choice but to steel myself, put on a brave face, and stammer, "Da...Dayang, I...I..." trying to tell him that I was completely unprepared.
"Kimberley, don't worry, I understand everything. Besides, you're beautiful and lovely..."
Dayang took my hand, gently kissed the back of it, and at the same time lifted the hut curtain, leading me inside. Due
to
the extreme difference in light, it was impossible to see clearly inside the room at first. Only a wide, low bed could be vaguely discerned in the darkness, covered with pillows of various sizes made of dark blue cloth. Beside the bed lay a burning incense stick. Only after the light adjusted did one realize that, apart from a bamboo blind that was half-open and letting in sunlight, the room was filled with all sorts of wood carvings and images of gods, ghosts, and people. Further away, on an altar, was a statue of a feathered, monstrous Buddha; surrounded by four raised-headed sea turtles, its face, resembling both human and lion, displayed a ferocious expression; further enhancing the mysterious atmosphere of the seemingly vast thatched hut.
"Ah, I…" She didn't know how to begin, and even less how to face the man. Only after he closed the door, turned around, put one arm around my waist and the other to lift my chin, as if waiting for me to close my eyes and accept his kiss, did I open my eyes wide and blurt out:
"...I'm so scared!...The room is so dark...and there are so many...demons and monsters, this..."
“...They’re mostly guardian spirits! Come, look…” Dayang pulled me closer to a statue; explaining,
“Don’t let its fierce face fool you, it’s actually a benevolent god that scare away evil spirits and protects couples making love…”
“Oh~!…Then…” I glanced at the bed, stammering, wanting to ask,
“Then, does it also protect us…when we make love…?” But I couldn’t bring myself to ask, and just leaned closer to him.
Dayang sniffed my hair, whispered in my ear, “Kimbolly, really, you’re so cute!” Then he naturally pulled me into his arms and continued, “…Do you want to…go to bed and let the gods protect you…”
“Ah~!…I…” I couldn’t speak, only feeling Dayang’s hot hands on my waist.
My scattered emotions suddenly poured out like a torrent. "But I...I'm still so scared!" The screaming excuse was just a cover for her true fear; fear of Dayang and everything in the hut, whether it was clean or full of billions of germs and pathogens that spread diseases and were filthy... Fear that she had never been with a man in this line of work before, and if she broke the taboo, would she become addicted and unable to break free...
I was also afraid, afraid that with my poor figure, would Dayang, who had seen countless men, even be interested in me and enjoy having sex with me... Could he understand the heart of a woman from a faraway place, traveling alone, could he understand the longing for a soulmate... Or would he just see me as a wanton woman tormented by sexual hunger, who had to seek out male prostitutes to satisfy her physical desires...? No, no! How terrible, how tragic this is!
But what can a person in fear do besides pray to the gods? Besides nodding and praying that I can accept the protection and accept Dayang's "love" like a woman in the village, what other choice do I have?
"Will it be me too... will it bless me?" I nodded and shook my head, urgently needing an affirmative answer.
"Yes! I will teach you, teach you how to please others, and then I will bless you." Dayang answered very affirmatively.
Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (18) The Wave in Bali - "Male Prostitute" (Part 2)

I traveled thousands of miles to Bali and unexpectedly entered "Chunxiang Art Pavilion". What I did with Dayang, who was suspected of being a male prostitute, in the thatched hut by the garden pond was not something I could tell outsiders. However, since I had been having sex with other men behind my husband's back many years ago, I have always established a certain degree of "interpersonal relationship" with men before going to bed with them and having physical intimacy; I rarely, and almost never, started with a "sexual" relationship.
Except for one and only time: that year in Taipei, when I went dancing at the "Silver Star" dance hall with male and female classmates, I met Johnny, a British journalist. I was deeply attracted to him, so I left without saying goodbye and sneaked to his place. Under the influence of pills and marijuana, I slept with him and indulged in debauchery for most of the night; it was the only time I intentionally wanted to have sex with a stranger I had just met. Afterwards, I felt extremely remorseful; given that I already had a "lover" in Taipei at the time, I felt even more guilty. I immediately confessed to him and accepted his "punishment," and my lover didn't hold it against me; he continued to see me afterward. (See Yuan Yuan's post "Xiao Qing's 'Lover'" in 1998.)
But now, as a more grown and mature person, my views have gradually changed; I no longer believe that men and women must be in love for a fulfilling sexual relationship. Moreover, sexual enjoyment does not have to rely entirely on love; in fact, in certain times and under certain circumstances, sex without any emotional entanglement, purely based on physical sensation, can be even more comfortable and ecstatic!
This is probably the main reason why I was able to enjoy unbridled pleasure and complete ecstasy with the handsome local man, Dayang, on that afternoon at "Chunxiang Art Pavilion"!
Although that's how I put it, I have to admit that my actions that day were indeed absurd, irrational, and actually quite risky. In particular, knowing that Dayang was a male prostitute who had slept with hundreds of women, I didn't even take the most basic precautions or protective measures. It was practically reckless behavior for the sake of pleasure.
In addition, when I heard him say that good gods would bless me, I completely trusted him in a daze. I not only let him do with my whole body, allowing him to do as he pleased and direct me, thinking that only by doing so could I please the gods and satisfy my needs; I was also like a hypnotist, possessed, revealing my private life, my background, and even my most unspeakable things to the gods and Dayang as well. However, the good thing was that
although the hut looked simple, it still had basic bathroom facilities for washing; and Dayang, being quite experienced in this line of work, had prepared various items to prevent disease and enhance enjoyment, such as condoms, lubricant, and cleaned and tactile sex toys; which put me at ease.
As for obeying orders to reveal all my "secrets," frankly speaking, it wasn't a big deal; I live far away in California, USA, and my in-laws are in Taiwan, having absolutely no connection with Bali, so what was there to fear? Besides, those unspeakable things, in the eyes of the gods, were neither heinous crimes nor immoral; the millions of women governing Bali are already too busy to bother with me!
Oh dear, I've digressed. Let's get back to the story in the hut! Da Yang put his hands on my waist from behind, stood in front of the statue, and told me to look carefully and give him my name, place of residence, date of birth, and marital status
.
I found it utterly absurd, and at first I stubbornly kept my mouth shut, unwilling to speak; but when Da Yang whispered in my ear that I should tell the truth so that the gods would protect me, the protrusion under his sarong was already pressing against my skirt and buttocks, gently pushing against my cleft; I couldn't take the stimulation, and gasped for breath: "Hiss~!...Ah~!...Hiss~~!" My mind was muddled, and I nodded violently, blurting out:
"My name is... Kimberly Zhang, my real name is Yang Xiaoqing; I live in California, USA, and I was born on ×× year × month × day; I...have been married and have two children...but for many years...I haven't lived with my husband, so..."
Da Yang's penis rubbed against my buttocks through my narrow skirt, growing larger and harder.
"So, that's why you traveled all the way to Bali to find men to play with..." Dayang interrupted me, and I hurriedly denied it:
"No, no! ...I...actually, I've already...had an affair, played with other men. It's just that right now, I don't have a male companion, I feel very empty, I need one..." I explained like a confession, hoping the gods would understand.
Dayang placed his hands on my chest, kneading my small breasts outside my dress. His hands were so nimble, he quickly found and grabbed my nipples, pinching them through my bra. I breathed heavily, moaning, and leaned back into his embrace, trembling.
"So, what you need is male comfort...not to have a child, right?" Dayang continued to ask.
"Have a baby! ...Oh my god, what are you talking about...I'm...in my forties! How could I possibly...want to have a baby! ...I only look for men to...fill the emptiness in my heart, why do I have to answer such an...unthinkable...absurd question?" I was extremely surprised and almost asked back.
"No, no! ...Of course not, I don't want to have a baby!" I shook my head repeatedly, denying it vehemently.
Da Yang released his hands from my breasts and nipples, moved them to my stomach, gently pressed and kneaded them in circles; while whispering in my ear: "Hmm, even the gods could guess from your appearance. But it would be better if you could explain it yourself to avoid misunderstandings..."
My breasts were dropped by Da Yang's hands, and I immediately felt a sense of loss; coupled with the mention of having a baby, the sexual desire I had just aroused almost vanished instantly. I was incredibly anxious, clinging to him and pleading in a coquettish voice,
"Then... just touch... my grandma, okay?... Your hand is moving too fast!"
But Dayang remained unmoved, continuing to rub my belly and explaining: "To encourage the people of the village to have many children and ensure the continuation of their lineage, the gods have bestowed upon the women of the village beautiful breasts, so that they may produce abundant milk to nourish healthy babies; but because of disappointment, they are unwilling to take care of the breasts of women who refuse to have children!"
Hearing her words felt like a boulder falling into a well, shattering my anxious heart. Although I had long since put having children out of my mind, and my current affair with male prostitutes in Bali couldn't possibly be related to reproduction, I was still heartbroken that my fallopian tubes were blocked, meaning I couldn't have children no matter how much I wanted to! ...Moreover, my two children were nursed by wet nurses and never suckled at my breast, and I'd always been ashamed of my small breasts. Hearing Dayang's words now, how could I not be overwhelmed with sorrow and tears welling up in my eyes?
"I...I'm not refusing, it's just...I've had children, and my fallopian tubes are blocked and I'm sterilized!"
I stammered, tilting my head back. At the same time, my hands felt an unbearable itch, so I disregarded everything and reached to my chest, kneading and pinching my small nipples as if trying to make them bigger. At the same time, following the rhythm of his pressing on my stomach, I swayed my buttocks, rubbing them incessantly against the bulging, hard thing.
"Ah~!...Oh~~Oh!!..." I became excited, letting out soft moans.
Dayang continued to rotate and press my stomach with one hand, while the other hand moved to my buttocks, beginning to knead and rub. Regardless of how much he half-lifted and wrinkled my thin dress, he passionately kneaded one side of my buttocks before moving on to the other; but his glans remained pressed against my cleft, refusing to leave. This comforted me, and a hope rose in my heart as I eagerly asked:
"Oh, Dayang! Well...Grandma isn't good enough,...at least, my buttocks...are still pretty good, right?..."
My flat chest couldn't compare to Western women, nor could it compare to the women of tropical island nations; having long since admitted defeat, I still hoped that the gods and Dayang would at least have some interest in my only remaining pride, my buttocks, and find them acceptable. ...Otherwise, I would truly be heartbroken!
In an instant, the man's penis left my buttocks. Looking back, I saw Da Yang slightly step back, his hands on either side of my buttocks, his eyes fixed on my unconsciously protruding buttocks, examining them for a long time as if inspecting something. Then he nodded and said,
"Hmm! You are indeed good-looking, very... fertile. I believe the gods will like you."
I smiled through my tears, grinning at him, "Then, do you... like me too...?" My buttocks wiggled slightly.
"Shh~!" Da Yang raised a finger to his lips, gesturing for me not to ask. He simply bent down and lifted the hem of my tight skirt, revealing my legs in pantyhose, continuing upwards to expose my thighs and buttocks.
I felt a little more at ease and adjusted my posture accordingly: my upper body leaned slightly forward, my legs slightly bent, my hands resting on my knees exposed by the skirt being pushed up to my waist; like a model, letting him admire me to his heart's content.
Dayang's warm palm caressed the back of my thigh, moving upwards to the edge of my buttocks, tracing the curves of my buttocks, and then down to my crotch. The touch aroused me, making me tremble uncontrollably, my buttocks clenching and contracting...
At the same time, I thought: I'd rather have my buttocks played with, touched, even have a large penis inserted into them for pleasure, than be treated as merely a tool for procreation!
Anxiously, I wanted to ask, "Do you... love my... buttocks?" But I couldn't bring myself to speak.
Strangely, Dayang seemed to hear my inner question, leaning close to my ear and whispering: He truly loved my buttocks, especially when I wore pantyhose, the curves of my lower body fully exposed, looking very sexy. However, he told me not to make a sound, as it wouldn't be good if the gods knew; because Balinese women were accustomed to not wearing pantyhose, only Western women preferred them. …
I was incredibly excited when I heard that. I immediately craned my neck, tilted my head, and whispered in his ear, as if telling a secret: “…Then, you can look at and play with my…pantyhose-clad butt a lot!…Oh~! Dayang, Dayang! I’m so happy, so very happy!…” My upturned buttocks swayed gently.
“Okay, Kimberly, let’s not stay in front of this life-giving statue. Let’s go inside and have some fun where we can’t see!…” After suggesting this, Dayang even told me to hold onto my skirt, which had been rolled up to my waist, saying he liked to see my buttocks swaying as I walked in just pantyhose and briefs.
“If we can’t see, will you still protect me…” I asked as I was pushed into the even darker hut.
"Sure! After we're done playing, we'll take off our clothes and have sex on the bed in front of us, that's fine!"
"Ah~, that works too!..."
As I asked in surprise, I was already incredibly excited by my extreme curiosity and anticipation of how Tatsuya would "play" with me. ...The thought of "accidentally" entering "Chunxiang Art Pavilion" and finding this handsome male prostitute on the brothel attracted to my pantyhose-clad genitals! Once inside, he'd find my crotch soaking wet, and I wondered what crazy things he'd do to me... And he said that after "playing," we'd take off our clothes again and have sex on the bed before returning to the gods, how he'd penetrate me to the point of ecstasy...
Just thinking about it made me almost unsteady on my feet!!
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] Dayang shoved me, staggering, to the corner of the dark thatched hut, in front of another altar, and made me stand there. He then lit two small oil lamps and a stick of sandalwood incense in the dark. In the dim light, I could only see a half-naked, slightly fierce-looking, red-faced, plump Rakshasa god, his hands embracing the buttocks of a long-haired, naked woman, engaged in sexual intercourse. It was very similar to what I had seen in books introducing Indian or Tibetan Buddhist art.
On the ground in front of the altar was a low, square, sloping stool covered with a soft cushion for kneeling in worship; however, the stool's top, which usually tilts slightly backward for ease of kneeling, was inexplicably tilted forward instead. ...
On either side of the low stool stood a pair of round wooden pillars, less than half a person's height and as thick as an arm; I initially thought they were candlesticks. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the tops lacked candle holders, instead carved into two pythons with their heads raised to the sky; however, the snake heads resembled turtle heads more: smooth and shiny, with bulging eyes and slightly parted mouths, looking greedy and eager to eat. What puzzled me even more were the red and purple cloth ropes tied in a loop at the indentation of the necks of the two turtle heads, their purpose unclear.
I was extremely curious, but dared not ask, only guessing that they were probably unique to the local people... sacrificial implements!
I inhaled the strong, pungent sandalwood smoke, feeling a little dizzy; I seemed to see countless red, white, and golden rays of light emanating from behind the Buddha statue; I seemed to see a woman being embraced, her hands tightly gripping the neck, her legs wrapped around the fat waist, rapidly swaying her hips and constantly pressing herself against me, appearing incredibly lewd. It was as if I could hear the deep, resonant sounds of a temple trumpet and the soaring notes of a suona horn, mingled with the chirping of cicadas and birdsong from the broadleaf forest, an incessant cacophony.
Before Da Yang told me to kneel, I had to face the statue and pay my respects. Afraid that my dress would fall down, I tightly gripped my elbows, and as I clasped my hands together and bowed, I deliberately stuck my buttocks out and wiggled them, letting out a soft, coquettish moan as if trying to please the gods. Then, following Da Yang's gesture of pressing on my shoulder, I obediently bent down and knelt on the stool, first brushing my hair to one side of my neck, then placing my hands on the pillows placed in front of the stool; only then did I lower my head, raise my buttocks high, and let out a long sigh.
I hadn't expected that my entire movement would be so natural, as if I could do it with complete familiarity. Deep down, I knew perfectly well that kneeling like this, with my buttocks raised high, my slender waist accentuating my rather plump, round hips, was my favorite pose, the one that men admired most. Every man not only praised my curves, but also thought this pose was the sexiest and most alluring!
Thinking this, I unconsciously began to sway my raised hips gracefully. I knew that my skirt, already rolled up to my waist, would reveal the thong I wore under my semi-transparent, light flesh-colored pantyhose to keep warm in the heat!
The close-fitting, cool thong, made of maroon silk satin, was the most eye-catching and best contrasting to my skin tone among the several pairs of underwear I'd bought in Italy; unexpectedly, it came in handy on my second day in Bali, giving Dayang a feast for the eyes!
"Mmm~!...Mmm!..." I hummed softly again; wanting to express myself, yet a little shy.
Thankfully, Dayang didn't keep me waiting long. He ran behind me and started rubbing my round buttocks. Through the thin material of the pantyhose, his slender and nimble fingers touched me, making my labia incredibly itchy. I couldn't help but sway from side to side, up and down, flipping and turning, my flesh clenching and releasing in waves...
But after only a few clenchings, the thong and pantyhose were squeezed into a thin slit, embedded in my butt crack. It was wet and sticky, clinging tightly to my flesh, making me feel quite uncomfortable. I pursed my lips and groaned, my buttocks shaking even more violently as if trying to get Dayang's attention. Then I heard him laugh out loud, and I felt his fingertips hooking in my butt crack, lifting up the pantyhose and the thong underneath, making me feel a little more comfortable.
I sighed loudly and thanked him repeatedly; Dayang said, "You're welcome, you're welcome! Kimberly, your buttocks are not only full and round, but they're also quite flexible when you wiggle them!" His praise made me feel elated.
"Well, it's all thanks to your skillful hands~ that you solved my problem..." I replied, chuckling softly.
"But, Kimberly, it seems you're... already quite wet!"
Da-Yang said, slipping her fingers into the crevice between my legs, rubbing back and forth along the fleshy groove. The stimulation caused me to let out a sharp cry, my arms too weak to support me, so I bent my elbows and pressed my face against the pillow, raising my buttocks as high as possible; until my knees were almost sliding off the kneeling stool, I quickly bent my ankles, hooking my insteps on the edge of the stool, using all my strength to maintain the position, while panting and responding in a coquettish voice:
"Oh~! You've teased me like this, how can I not be wet!..." still swaying my buttocks.
"Now, I'm going to take off your pantyhose...!" Da-Yang said as she started to take them off.
"Take them off! As long as you like... I'll do whatever you want..." I was so excited, my buttocks swaying even more fiercely.
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Da Yang pulled my pantyhose and thong down from my waist to my buttocks, slowly peeling them off below my knees. I wanted to lift my knees with effort so he could remove them completely; but he patted my buttocks and said,
"No need to lift your legs, your beautiful, full buttocks are already completely exposed!"
Then, just like countless times when I was with men, I knelt with my legs tightly wrapped in pantyhose, making my disheveled clothes even more prominent, highlighting my high, bare buttocks.
Please don't think I'm bragging. I
'm just aware that as a woman, I'm very clear about my body's strengths and weaknesses; and I also know how to present my strengths and conceal my flaws in the most alluring way in front of men. Moreover, to win a man's favor, I'm willing to do so many things he wants me to do; including serving him, displaying my charm, and doing my best to satisfy his special preferences or hobbies...
When he's incredibly excited for me, and his penis is erect and hard, my libido becomes even more heightened, my emotions more intense, and my behavior even more frenzied, unrestrained, and wanton.
This self-awareness is probably one of the main reasons why I'm so successful in my relationships with men!
[Hmm! ...Reading this, it does sound a bit...too boastful, okay, I'll stop now.]
When Dayang began to caress and gently rub my buttocks, the intense sensation of physical contact immediately made me involuntarily let out a soft moan, twisting my waist and raising my buttocks to meet his hands...
"Ah~! Dayang, Dayang, touch my buttocks! ...Rub them nicely, pinch them nicely! ...Oh~~!"
"Does it feel good...Kimbolly, do you like it?" he asked.
"Oh! I love it! I love it! It feels so good!"
I replied excitedly, eagerly anticipating his further, more skillful handling of my entire buttocks. And Da Yang, as if hearing my inner cry, began to use his fingers, palms, and even the soles of his wrists, alternating between light and heavy pushing, pinching, rubbing, and kneading my buttocks, pressing, squeezing, rolling, and pressing the two buttock flaps; tapping, scraping, picking, flicking, hooking, and poking the protruding folds and recessed crevices of my lower body.
I was completely absorbed in Da Yang's caresses, feeling myself being led into a state of intense arousal by his magician-like hands…
I would moan softly one moment and sing out joyfully the next. Da Yang, seeing the constant flow of fluid from me, clearly understood that I was already fully wet and ready to receive male penetration. But his hands remained only on the outside of my body, hesitant to take any further action. This was completely different from the way Gigi massaged me last night, which brought me immense pleasure: it was an extremely intense carnal desire, an urgent need for a man to penetrate me immediately, an urgency I couldn't wait any longer...
I finally couldn't bear it any longer and cried out:
"Ah, Dayang!... Put it in my... hole... insert it, play with my hole!"
"So soon... you want to... insert it? Didn't you say I could... look and play more?" he retorted.
"Oh dear~! That's true, but I... I'm... almost unable to take it anymore from being touched!"
"Well... okay!" Dayang's fingertips entered my vagina...
"Ahhhhhh!!..." With my face turned to the pillow, I closed my eyes tightly, arched my neck forward, and whimpered loudly...
in my heart, I cried out: "Finally inside my body!... Dayang finally gave me... what Gigi wouldn't do!"
"Ah, Kimberly! Your... hole is so tight, so wet!"
he praised me; at the same time, his fingers began to thrust in and out, skillfully probing. I burst into tears of joy, thanking him even as I sobbed. I gripped the edge of the stool with my feet, lifting my buttocks higher and twisting them more vigorously.
"Tell me, what else is this... besides 'hole'?" Da Yang challenged me!
"It's called... vulva, little flesh hole... little hole!... and also..." I answered hastily, as if taking a test.
"Hmm!... good, Kimberly's little... is really good!"
Da Yang praised me fluently in English, making me even more excited. Shamelessly, I shouted at him,
"The hole in the back, the hole in the back... is called... asshole!..." while simultaneously tightening my anus to get his attention.
"Ah, I thought you Chinese and Japanese... called it a chrysanthemum bud!" he "corrected" me.
"...But chrysanthemum...it's so hard to pronounce in English, and it sounds...awkward, not...sexy at all..."
I was only halfway through my explanation when I felt another wet finger from Da Yang probing and twisting inside my anus. I immediately let out a high-pitched, delicate cry and a low, strange moan, shouting in a cacophony of voices:
"Ah, ahhh!! Also...put it in!...poke it into my...butthole!...Ahhh!!..."
The pleasure of having fingers thrusting in and out of both orifices simultaneously swept through my entire body; I trembled and convulsed uncontrollably.
But the real stimulation that made my cries out in my mouth and heart resound even more urgently and excitedly came from Da Yang, who had somehow gotten close to my high, round buttocks, breathing hot breath, his burning lips and stubble brushing against my labia with light kisses; and his wet, slippery tongue licking my cleft!
"Ah!...Oh my god!...Dayang, Dayang~!...You actually...you actually licked my butt!..."
Honestly, I couldn't believe it, I couldn't even imagine it: he would be so...so accommodating to my whims, kissing the buttocks I'd only just met with today with such incredibly sexy lips! ...I was ecstatic, like a madman, babbling incoherently:
"Oh...oh!...Dayang~! You...you're so good, so amazing!...My...butt needs to be licked, it really needs to be...licked!..."
Dayang's kiss made me so intoxicated that my mind went blank. Although it wasn't a mouth-to-mouth kiss, it was enough to make me dizzy, drowning in pure sensual stimulation, constantly sinking, falling, losing all sense of direction. In my daze, I couldn't even understand my own body posture or the sensations in my organs, and I forgot what was happening...
Until I screamed, "Ouch! You... you're licking me so hard, so incredibly hard!" My knees slid off the kneeling stool, my upper body almost falling to the ground, unable to lift my pert buttocks any longer; I suddenly woke up, panicking and crying out pitifully,
"Ah! I can't... I can't!..." Struggling to kneel back on the stool...
I heard Dayang urgently whisper, "Grab the red rope!... Kimberly, grab the rope loops!"
Only then did I realize: what were those cloth rope loops tied to the two round wooden posts for! I quickly struggled, propped myself up, grabbed one side of the cloth rope with each hand, and pulled myself up to maintain my kneeling position on the stool. I hurriedly turned around, anxiously asking Dayang behind me,
"Is this... is this how it is...?" hoping he would kiss my buttocks again quickly.
"Yes, that's it!" he said, and then kissed my buttocks again.
I gripped the rope tightly, trying to lift my upper body off the ground. But to maintain this position with my buttocks raised, I had to bend my elbows and strain my arms to lift half my body weight; soon I was sweating profusely. I had no choice but to turn around and complain to Dayang that I had no strength left! Seeing my pitiful state, he suggested that I put my wrists into the rope loops to keep them secure, which would save a lot of effort. He explained that if I had a psychological aversion to sadomasochistic acts, it wouldn't matter if I didn't do it; it was just for pleasure, not to suffer too much.
I thought about it: since it was for pleasure, I was willing to try anything; and putting my wrists into the rope loops wasn't really "bondage," was it? So I followed his suggestion, put my wrists into the rope loops, and grabbed them with my hands behind my back. Then, I bent down again, sticking out my buttocks, to receive his kisses and licks...
Yang Xiaoqing's confession (18) The waves of Bali - "Male Prostitute" (Part 2

) The darkness that permeated the thatched hut of "Chunxiang Yiting" was no longer dark, but instead became very bright and dazzling; it was as if it had become another universe radiating thousands of colorful lights, infinitely colorful and splendid; coupled with the background of sandalwood incense smoke and the incessant chirping of cicadas and birds, it expressed the strange sexual behavior that Dayang and I had done. It was an experience that was indescribable, yet extremely new. It could probably only happen and be possible in Bali, this paradise on earth!
Although at this time my body posture was extremely indecent, even pitiful; not only were my limbs exhausted from kneeling and hanging, but my waist, stomach, and chest were also sore, almost like being tortured. But compared to the sensory stimulation brought by Dayang's licking and playing with my buttocks and private parts; and the shock to my soul from his willingness to touch my most private and shameful organs and orifices with his lips and tongue; this little bit of discomfort became insignificant, something I had to endure no matter what.
But strangely enough, when discomfort in one part of the body is accompanied by intense stimulation in other, more sensitive areas, that discomfort becomes a strange, wonderful, and indescribable feeling. The two coexist, like a contrast and intertwining of pain and pleasure, yet also like multiplying and amplifying each other; finally, a series of orgasms come crashing down, merging into an indescribable extreme pleasure that easily and completely destroyed my consciousness and mind...
Now, when I think back to that time, I try to describe and explain my feelings; but I can't describe or explain them at all. All I can say is that what I experienced that afternoon was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before; what I did was the most absurd thing I'd ever done: having sex, playing pranks, and being perverted with a male prostitute from Bali, like lovers or adulterers …
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... ...Becoming more and more excited, shouting louder and louder. Da Yang's fingers thrust in and out of my vagina faster and faster; he also added other fingers to tease my clitoris and rub my labia; making squelching sounds with my vaginal fluid. His hands occasionally touched the inside of my thighs, and I could imagine that his whole hand must have been wet... But his tongue licking my anus and buttocks was even more irresistible, sometimes lightly flicking and sweeping, sometimes pressing and moving slowly, sometimes sucking and licking, making me moan and groan repeatedly, and I longed for him to spread my buttocks open and stick his tongue into my anus... The thrusting of his fingers into my vagina caused my body to sway back and forth; my wrists were hanging in the cloth rings, and although it was not as painful as being tied up with ropes, it was gradually becoming numb. To steady myself and to allow Dayang's tongue to lick my anus, I disregarded the fact that my pantyhose, stretched taut against my knees, was almost swallowing my flesh, and tried my best to spread my legs wide until my knees were about to slip off the narrow kneeling stool. Only then did I instinctively grip the wooden post tightly, like using crutches, to maintain this unsightly and unbearable posture. At this point, Dayang told me to stop kneeling altogether; he told me to spread my legs wide, stand on the stool with my hips raised, keep my buttocks up, and let him lick my anus while inserting his fingers into my vagina. I was overjoyed and immediately did as he said, lifting one leg and letting him pull the rolled-up pantyhose and thong off my heel and hang them on my other leg; then, I spread my legs wide and stood on either side of the kneeling stool. ... As soon as I steadied myself, I turned back and pleaded in a sweet voice, "Ah! Darling, hurry! Lick my... anus!" Darling did as I expected, tearing my buttocks apart wide; his wet, hot tongue licked into the hollow of my anus. In an instant, I cried out with a long, drawn-out cry, "Ohhhhhh!!...Good Darling...your tongue...is so good!" The image of my anus being presented to Darling flashed in my mind, like seeing a python with a red tongue flicking out, using its nimble, forked tongue to hook, poke, and sweep around my anus, arousing me immensely. When his whiskers scraped against the fleshy mounds of my buttocks, his lips sucked on my anus, and his tongue pressed against the opening, it reminded me even more of that little snake struggling to burrow into the cave, as if trying to enter my body! Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, I couldn't control my waist and hips, and my whole body writhed like a snake. As she clearly felt the slippery tongue licking and poking her wet anus, an inexplicable sensuality grew stronger and stronger; the desire for a penis to enter her cave and fill the emptiness became more and more urgent, and finally she couldn't help but shout: "Ah, baby!...Dayang baby, I...can't take it, I really can't take it anymore!!" At the same time, she felt her palms, which were tightly gripping two wooden pillars and supporting her upper body, wanting to grab the man's penis and feeling an unbearable itch; she suddenly realized that what she had been holding in her hands was the neck of a python carved on a cylinder! My lust intensified instantly. I tilted my head back, tossed my disheveled hair, and screamed inwardly, "Oh my god! What... what is this feeling?! So many terrifying snakes... are actually... teaching me sexiness! I must be... dead perverted!... But, but I want it, I want it, I want more!..." Especially because I tilted my head back, I could see the statue embracing the long-haired woman, its hands parting her buttocks, clearly revealing the thick, large penis inserted into her vagina. I imagined myself as that long-haired woman, and Dayang as that god. Clinging tightly to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, she swayed her hips rapidly. Like a typical slut, I mentally cried out in English, "Ah, Dayang, Dayang~!... I, I love you!... I love you to death!" The sensation of Dayang's fingers thrusting into my vagina again, pumping rapidly, became even stronger and more stimulating. Not only was his entire finger inserted, but it was also constantly rotating and stirring inside, pressing against my G-spot with waves of pressure. Meanwhile, several other fingers outside teased my erect, protruding clitoris, rubbing my swollen, thick, petal-like labia majora and minora; his passionate licking of my anus dripped with saliva, filling the folds of my vulva and flowing down from my perineum; his stiff tongue thrust into my anus, pumping in and out…

Before long, the climax arrived: my whole body trembled violently, shaking wildly, and I cried out incessantly:
"Ah~!!...Baby, baby~!...I...came!...came...out!!...Ah, ah~! You've fucked me to death...made me...so comfortable!...Ah~~! Oh my god, oh my god!...Oh my god!!" Ah
!...Climax, sexual climax, so sexual climax can be...so extreme, so...ecstatic! So it turns out that you don't need to be in love, don't need to be lovers, and don't even need actual intercourse to reach the same blissful, ecstatic state that I felt when Da Yang performed oral sex on me!
I let out loud sobs of ecstasy, writhing in a position I'd never experienced before, a position that was almost perverse and bizarre; my mouth was wide open, and I was panting heavily, so my lips and tongue were dry, and I desperately wanted to take something in my mouth; so I disregarded everything, moved to a wooden pillar, and stuck out my tongue to lick the smooth, rounded glans of the pillar. It was like licking a man's big penis head, so passionate, so crazy...
"Ah, Kimberly! You're so beautiful, so... so sexy!"
Dayang withdrew his fingers, stopped kissing my buttocks; he praised me from behind for seeing my wanton state. His hands continued to lovingly knead my buttocks. His praise made me drool even more, and I licked the head of his penis with even more fervor; I licked it until the entire head was wet, and I seemed to love it so much that I kept stroking it with my hand; at the same time, I hummed
softly in my throat... I only stopped when the stimulation of the orgasm completely subsided, and I stood up unsteadily, my already exhausted body, not caring that my wrists were still in the cloth rings, and turned around, staring at Dayang in a daze, asking in a daze:
"You really... like me... like this... I think it's so... so..." I couldn't describe the feeling.
Dayang smiled and nodded affirmatively, helping me untie the cloth ropes while kissing my forehead, saying:
"Hmm! Especially when you're not completely naked, and your pantyhose are half off, you're even more charming!"
I was so happy to hear that, and as soon as I hugged Dayang, I wanted to kiss him, but he avoided my mouth in time, only letting me kiss his cheek next to his lips!
In that instant, I felt a sudden, overwhelming shock, as if I had been rejected. But then I immediately thought: usually, prostitutes never kiss their clients. So, as a female client, wasn't it perfectly reasonable for me to be rejected when I wanted to kiss Dayang, a male prostitute?
However, even knowing this, I couldn't hide the shame of offering my lips and being rejected. A chill ran through me, my throat went dry, and I felt so uncomfortable that I almost cried.
Fortunately, Dayang naturally pulled me close and whispered in my ear that he avoided kissing me not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid his lips, which he had just licked, would get dirty with mine!
"Ah~ Dayang!... You're so good to me, so very good! You didn't even care about the cleanliness of my... dirtiest parts, kissing them for so long and licking them so carefully; besides, you're licking my butt, my anus! Even you didn't care, so what right do I have to think your mouth is dirty!..." "
...Oh! Baby~, kiss me! Accept my kiss!... I'm not afraid of being dirty, as long as you kiss me... kiss me like you lick my anus!!..." I pleaded, looking up at him. But in my heart
, I absurdly wondered: "Baby!... You're willing to lick my anus, so why would you complain about my mouth... Is my mouth dirtier than my anus!..."
Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed Dayang and forcefully kissed his lips, kissing him again and again, kissing him endlessly...
Fortunately
, the problem didn't become a problem. Da Yang's reaction to my lips was very passionate. He not only hugged me tightly, but also transferred his tongue, which had just licked my buttocks, into my mouth, making me suck on it hard. At the same time, his hands were on my buttocks again, stroking them incessantly...
I broke free from Da Yang's kiss, but deliberately snuggled closer to him, wriggling my body in his strong arms, and whispered in a coquettish voice: "Baby~! You seem to know my body so well! You know so well where I like to be touched and caressed... Really, we've never met, how do you know so clearly..."
Da Yang didn't answer, but only took the initiative to kiss my cheeks and kiss my earlobe. When he licked my chin, I naturally tilted my head back, letting his hot tongue wet my neck and linger there. My desire, which had just cooled after my orgasm, was rekindled, like a wildfire reigniting and spreading once more...
I reached out to his waist, wanting to remove the sarong covering him and reveal the male symbol I had longed for. But Dayang stopped me, saying, "Don't rush, don't rush, Kimberly, let's go wash up first..." Then he took my hand and led me to the "bathroom" in another corner of the hut.
Calling it a "bathroom" was actually being polite; it was merely a latrine space behind a bamboo fence with a ceramic tile floor. Next to the square bathtub was a Western-style white porcelain toilet, whether it flushed or not was unknown; in the red brick water tank, a gourd floated, and white petals fell from the unknown branches hanging above into the tank...
Dayang leisurely and slowly and carefully helped me take off my clothes and pants that were half hanging on my legs; he hung them one by one on the fence, until he unhooked my bra and took off my bra; only then did I stand naked in front of him. Realizing that her most shameful feature—her flat and small breasts—had been completely exposed to him, she felt inexplicably shy...
She lowered her head in shame, her eyes glancing at Dayang's crotch to see if it was bulging, while inwardly she couldn't help but sigh:
"Yang Xiaoqing! You...you're so shameless!...pretending to be shy while secretly peeking at a man's penis!"
Dayang
turned on the tap, filled the bathtub with hot water, bent down to test the temperature, and then gestured for me to get in. I handed him my hand and asked if he wanted to bathe with me. He shook his head and explained that the warm water was for me, as he always only rinsed himself with cold water.
"Oh!..." I was a little disappointed. After sitting down in the bathtub, I looked up and saw him starting to undo his sarong and take off his clothes. Seeing his smooth, dark, and muscular body finally revealed, I unconsciously swallowed. I couldn't help but stare at his penis, which, although not erect, was already quite large! I licked my lips and grinned at Da Yang, saying,
"Oh my~ you... you look so good! ... No wonder you were so confident when you undressed for me!"
Da Yang smiled back, not deliberately showing off his impressive "assets" as I had imagined. He simply took a bar of soap, squatted by the bathtub, and asked if I wanted to lather up, saying that he could completely satisfy my cleaning needs.
I was so flattered that I couldn't stop smiling and nodded, thinking: So a man doesn't have to be your lover to be so considerate of a woman! Sitting
on the edge of the bathtub, with my back to Dayang, I let him soap me and wash my entire body. I closed my eyes in comfort, reveling in the movements of his nimble hands. Every now and then, I would deliberately lean back and snuggle into his arms, softly murmuring sounds of pleasure. When his smooth fingers pinched my two little nipples until they were hard and protruding, I almost couldn't help but wiggle my buttocks again!
While washing my body, Dayang asked me casually: How did you know to find his place, "Chunxiang Art Pavilion," in Bali? I said I had no idea at all; it was completely by chance. I countered with a question: Are all the men in Bali this attentive to women, or is it just him...? (No, I only asked in my mind, not aloud.) I quickly changed "does this" to: Only he is so kind to me.
"Of course it's because of you, Kimberly! ... You're so cute, I fell for you the moment I saw you!"
"Oh~, you... you're so good at sweet-talking me!" I said sweetly, turning my head to kiss him.
"Open your legs!" Dayang commanded before returning my kiss.
As we kissed, his hands explored, washed, rubbed, and massaged my vulva... making me incredibly excited!
My mind kept replaying the image of his large, dark penis that I had just seen; I imagined it swollen and erect, so majestic and imposing. At the same time, I let out a soft moan: "Mmm!...Mmm! Mmm!!..."
"Oh! Dayang! Let me see you, let me see your...big cock!...I want to...see your big cock!"
I cried out in my heart, breaking free from Dayang's kiss and embrace. Ignoring the soap suds covering my body, I immediately turned around, my eyes fixed on the naked, strong torso, on the erect penis I had longed for, licking my lips repeatedly; I exclaimed with a frenzied, urgent intensity:
"Oh, Dayang! I...I love, I love...your big cock!!..."
At the same time, I eagerly stepped out of the bathtub, sat back on the edge, stretched out my hands, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth, hoping he would understand and insert his penis into my mouth.
But Dayang stopped me with a smile, saying, "Don't rush, I'll give it to you after I've washed myself..."
He stood in front of me, scooping up cold water with a gourd and rinsing his dark, tall, and thin, yet ultimately healthy, body with ladlefuls. I watched, as if admiring a work of art or a performance in an art gallery, my eyes glazed over. Completely unaware, I also spread my legs in front of him, reaching into my vagina to rub and knead it, masturbating.
He stared at me as I masturbated, his dark penis hard and large; I glanced at him seductively, pouting and blowing kisses, moaning with unbearable pleasure. Finally, in a coquettish voice, I begged him to finish washing quickly so he could feed me his penis! The two of
them
, impatient and hasty, barely dried themselves before rushing naked to the large bed before the "Life-Giving" deity. Hand in hand, they stumbled onto the bed and began a passionate and lingering act of oral sex, intercourse, oral sex, sexual intercourse, anal sex… indulging in their desires for the entire afternoon until dusk.
I've often heard it said that men who pay for prostitutes mostly do so to satisfy their lust, rarely gaining emotional fulfillment; because prostitutes only sell their bodies, not their souls. But that afternoon, the time I spent with Dayang was filled with a sense of peace and joy; not only was the sensory pleasure unparalleled, but even my emotions and feelings felt like those of a longtime confidant, an incredibly close lover, leaving me intoxicated and comforted.
I don't know if it was because Dayang was from Bali, or because I felt free and unrestrained in Bali, that I was so uninhibited and shameless, so passionate and wanton.
It started with desperately clinging to Dayang and frantically sucking his penis, to being so excited that I couldn't wait to call him "play with me." It started with completely disregarding my image, straddling and sitting on his thick, dark penis, moving up and down, rising and falling, to shouting: "So good! So good!"... From actively leaning forward, kneeling and sticking out my buttocks, wanting him to thrust into me hard from behind, to being overjoyed, tears soaking my pillow, and even begging him to slap and spank my buttocks... The
lewd words that naturally came out of my mouth were: "Baby~! Darling... Baby~!... Fuck me, I, fuck me to death!... I love you to death... I love your... big cock to death!"...
But what I cried out in my heart was a wave of eternal expectation and hope: "Baby, baby!" Love me, love me! Forever and ever... Love me! ...
Illusory and real joy and satisfaction intertwined, seemingly real yet illusory. Like a pillow rubbed against flesh, like clutching the wooden carvings of birds, insects, and snakes on the headboard; yet like the fragrance of grass, the smoke of sandalwood, and the chirping of cicadas and birds outside the thatched hut, elusive and unpredictable...
Until countless orgasms, my body was exhausted and overwhelmed by stimulation, and I vaguely felt Dayang fiddling with a condom, preparing to put his penis on and insert it into my vagina again; he must have finally had enough and was about to ejaculate! I thought.
I chuckled: "You forgot I... am a woman who has already had a tubal rupture and cannot have children!"
"Ah~! Right, right!" Dayang nodded with a smile. But then she pointed her finger, pursed her lips, and whispered,
"Don't let the gods hear this and get upset, or they won't bless you!"
"Oh, oh!..." I nodded vigorously and explained to the gods,
"I'm sorry, I... don't want to get pregnant today, so... I need a condom..." How absurd!
The condom that Dayang used was the kind with tiny bumps all over the shaft, the kind that excites and stimulates women the most. As I lay on the large bed, my hands stretched above my head, gripping the bed frame, my legs spread wide, lying helplessly on my back, waiting for the man to enter me again, I felt a surge of excitement...
Perhaps it was because this was the first time today, and I would be facing him, in a missionary position, like millions of Balinese people who want to have children, having intercourse before the gods, fulfilling human and divine desires.
The moment Da Yang's thick, large penis, covered in aphrodisiac granules, penetrated my body, I went crazy, howling and screaming; like praising the gods, I sang loudly and moaned softly, shaking my head and nodding in a daze. The male's thrusting, like plowing and sowing, was smooth and slippery, the fluids flowing freely... rising and falling, vibrating on the pillow, like floating on clouds...
growing more and more excited, more and more frenzied. Just as another climax was about to hit, Da Yang suddenly pulled out his penis. Before I could cry out "No!", he covered my mouth and whispered in my ear:
"Don't let the gods know or hear!..." As he spoke, he flipped my legs up, pushing them up to my shoulders, folding my whole body in half, even lifting my buttocks off the bed; then he pulled a pillow and placed it under my tailbone. I looked at him questioningly, not knowing what Da Yang meant, and he whispered even more:
"Kimbolly, I want to play with your... inside your ass..."
I laughed, nodded, and refrained from saying anything indecent or offensive to the gods.
When his penis, covered in a granular condom, soaked with my fluids, thrust into my anus, I was ecstatic! This afternoon, I finally got to experience the sweet sensation of a good man, a good man, filling all three holes of my body with his penis and thrusting in and out!
Just before we were about to reach our climax at the same time, Da Yang, as I wished, pulled out his penis, quickly peeled off the condom, threw it off the bed, and then thrust it back into my anus, pumping vigorously! ...
Dayang's pubic hair slapped and tangled with my pubic hair, which was wet with my vaginal fluid, making a slapping sound; he thrust in and out to the hilt, each time pulling out until only the head of his penis remained inside my anus, and each time it pressed against my vulva, it rubbed and rubbed, making me extremely excited; I quickly let go of the headboard and reached out to Dayang's firm buttocks, pulling them hard against myself, while shouting in my heart:
"Oh~, Dayang!... You are so good, so good... You are making my... ass feel so good!... Ah~~! God!... I... I love you so much, I love being... by your big cock, my ass!"
Fortunately, Dayang had given me instructions beforehand, so I didn't say such words. The "birth-giving" deity only saw him above and me moving below, probably thinking we were practicing the techniques of procreation according to the rules.
"Hmm~! ...So fun! ...Who says you can't fool the deity? ...As long as you do it right, you can still be fooled by us...
" Ouch~! Your big cock...it's...it's killing me, it's making my ass...so sore and numb! Ah~~Ooh! It's so sour like...plum juice, numb like peach juice...so strange, so sweet, and so beautiful! ...
"...Ah, ah~~!! ...Oh my god, you've gotten bigger again, your cock...it's gotten bigger again! ...Oh~~!! Dayang...baby, you...are so big! ...So big!..."
Feeling dizzy, I started shaking my head, moaning and panting, and saw my legs swinging and kicking wildly. Feeling like I was caught in a swirling torrent, I quickly clung to the headboard, gripping the snake-shaped crossbar with my palms, holding on tightly. With my last remaining strength, I contracted my lower abdomen and thrust my buttocks upward repeatedly.
I finally cried out in another climax, feeling his penis throbbing and pulsating inside my anus, ejaculating hot, thick semen that filled and irritated the emptiness within me…
The scene before me is vivid in my mind. I can hardly believe that the crazy woman was me! Yet, it was truly, truly Yang Xiaoqing, Jin Baili Zhang! A shameless harlot who had completely changed, and a woman who was experiencing extreme pleasure!
But what about Da Yang, that handsome, lovely man with long hair? Was he a man who loved and liked me, or just a professional prostitute who was only interested in casual sex ?
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... He grasped my hand, slipped the money back, and said with a smile, "I'm already happy enough to know you. I hope you'll come visit me at 'Chunxiang Art Pavilion' again sometime." I felt embarrassed and took back the "tip" to avoid any misunderstanding... "But, what male prostitute doesn't accept tips!" I thought, shaking my head again...

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