Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (18) The Waves of Bali - "Male Prostitute" (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Adult novel adapted from anime)

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

It was my first night at the Water Lily Pond in Bali. I had just arrived from a long flight in Italy. After watching the monkey dance in the evening and having a full body massage by masseuse Gigi, I walked back to the inn. As soon as I entered the room, I felt exhausted all over, so I quickly washed my face, changed clothes and went to bed.

Although my body was extremely tired, after massage, volcanic ash application, and flower petal bath, my acupuncture points were completely opened, my bones and muscles were relaxed, and I felt quite comfortable. But my mind was still spinning: I recalled the appearance and body of every man I met today; of course, this also included Gigi's penis, which I had only touched but not actually seen. The men that come to my mind are all wearing sarongs, so that the bulge of their genitals is never very obvious. I tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep; when I looked at my watch, it was already 11:30 in the evening.

Suddenly I heard voices outside the house; I got out of bed, lifted the curtain and peeked in. I saw a man and two women walking back to the hut next door, laughing and speaking Japanese. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could tell that the woman with long hair was short and the one with short hair was taller. From their appearance, I could tell at a glance that they were Japanese female tourists. The man with his hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a sarong had a very strong physique. Maybe he is a local man who knows Japanese?

��They entered the house, still laughing loudly; later, the sound of their conversation turned into the woman's moaning and the man's continuous growling, interspersed with giggles, incoherent shouts and screams from time to time; one could tell at once that they were the obscene sounds of a man and a woman having sex: sometimes high, sometimes low, and one after another. It disturbed me and made me unable to sleep. On the one hand, I felt annoyed, but I also became excited because I couldn't help imagining the three of them having fun...

I had no choice but to open my purse and take out the pocket-sized "Bali and Wubu Guide" that I bought in the afternoon. I half-lay on the bed and read it listlessly, thinking about where I could go and what I should do in the next few days. ┅┅The book introduces the local people's living habits, residences, architecture, festivals, and artistic features, with many illustrations and photos; it also details the scenery of Wubu: including galleries, art museums, craft museums and other places for people to visit┅┅

As I read, my eyes became so dry that I could hardly open them. He threw the book aside and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the cold air and could still hear the laughter of the men and women in the next room. I jumped out of bed and closed the window, but in order to allow natural air circulation, I did not close it tightly. Of course, all I can do is continue to "listen" to their endless and passionate lovemaking sounds.

She pulled the quilt tight, curled up into a ball, and put her hands between her thighs to keep warm. Thinking about how I have lived alone in California for many years, I have long been accustomed to sleeping alone; but tonight, I am in a foreign country and a foreign place, and I feel the desperate need for someone to share my sleep and company. And this person is, of course, a man!

I hope to hug and be gentle with him in my dreams, but it doesn’t necessarily mean we have to make love...

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I was awakened by the sounds of roosters crowing, birds singing, and dogs barking in the early morning; I opened my eyes and saw that the sun that had just risen outside the curtains was still shrouded in a thin layer of fog. I put on a jacket, opened the door and walked onto the terrace. I immediately smelled the thick moisture in the air and the fresh scent of grass leaves. In the rice fields outside the garden, tufts of rice seedlings swayed in the wind, and pools of water were like mirrors, reflecting the blue sky and the golden morning clouds...ah! The name of the village "Wu Bu" is really appropriate.

After having breakfast at the garden teahouse of the inn, I asked the counter about tourist destinations and transportation, and planned to take the bus that local people usually take to visit a nearby art gallery. Although I knew that renting a car would be more convenient and inexpensive, I deliberately decided to do this in order to get along with the local people and not be in a hurry...

��I went back to my room, changed into a more formal dress, put on sunglasses and a hat to protect myself from the sun, and then set off leisurely.

There was no air conditioning in the bus and it was very hot, but luckily there were not many passengers. As soon as we were on the road, the breeze blew in through the car window, blowing my hair and sprinkling it on my neck and face. I could feel it clearly. Looking outside the car, I saw a vast expanse of green as it slowly bumped forward, while the distant volcanic peaks appeared and disappeared among the lush green forests... The countryside scenery made me feel relaxed and at ease.

The quality of the works in the art gallery is quite high. The diverse materials and bright colors really attracted me. I spent the whole morning there without realizing it. What impressed me most was the artist's depiction of the lives of the locals, their various styles of clothing, and the vivid expressions on their faces. In particular, the photographic series of folk dances from the 1930s on display showed extremely rich and powerful dancers' styles, which particularly moved and fascinated me.

After the tour, I stopped to rest in a pavilion at the edge of the valley, overlooking the countryside. While sipping a cold drink by the railing, two young Western men who looked like travelers stared at me for a long time, then came over to chat with me, asking boring questions like "Where are you from?", "How long have you been in Bali?" and "Do you like the art on display?"

I gave a simple answer and did not bother to ask any questions in return. I acted indifferent, intentionally or unintentionally, and just enjoyed the scenery by myself. Seeing that I was always looking away and didn't seem to be interested in them, the two men walked away tactfully.

In fact, I had nothing to do, so I should have naturally welcomed someone to approach me and chat with me; but unfortunately, these two people were both blond-haired, blue-eyed Western men, and at this time, I was only curious about the locals and had no interest in men of other races at all.

��Perhaps it was because of this thought in my mind that I "accidentally" met a man from outside the country that afternoon, and this was the first time in my life that I had an intimate relationship with a male prostitute? !

This is what happened...

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While having lunch at the art museum, I found from the guide map that the place was only two kilometers away from Wubu and there was a very flat path leading to it. So I decided not to take the bus and instead walk back to the village so that I could enjoy the local rural scenery along the way. Although the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, there was still a gentle mountain breeze; the path passed through the fields, and the stone road stretched under the shade of the trees. It was cool everywhere and there was no feeling of heat at all. While enjoying the scenery and feeling the breath of nature, I arrived at the edge of the misty village, where scattered houses gathered in the alleys in the dense forest. ┅┅

The mud-carved enclosures of traditional Balinese houses, the exquisitely carved animals at the entrance, and the flower plates placed on the stone steps for worshiping ghosts and gods all attracted my attention. The sounds of children playing could be heard in the alley, some of them even held up painted kites that they had taken to the fields to fly and competed with each other, adding fun to the islanders' lives.

I saw a man and a woman coming out of a gate not far away, and they stopped at the door to talk. The blonde western girl with a nice figure was wearing western clothes; and the tall and thin local man with long hair and black beard looked very familiar. I stopped to observe, then I realized that the long-haired young man who squatted at the entrance of an art shop and greeted me with "Hello!" on my way back to the inn from the massage parlor last night was him!

At that time, I was so focused on getting back to the inn that I ignored him and thought he was just a peddler selling things. Now, I find that he is full of elegant temperament and looks quite handsome in his white linen shirt and black sarong!

A young boy drove out of the gate on a motorcycle, and the blonde girl sat on it sideways; the long-haired man handed her a plastic bag that probably contained diapers, and the two nodded and waved goodbye to each other. After watching her go away, the man did not turn around and go back inside, but turned around and looked in my direction.

Driven by curiosity, I walked closer boldly. He smiled and said "Hello!" to me. I was even more certain that he was the man I met on the street last night, so I said "Hi!" to him too, and then looked at the doorplate written in English and Chinese (Japanese?).

��It says "Chunxiang Arts Pavilion" on it, which is another very poetic name!

The long-haired man spoke something in Japanese, and waved his hand to point me in the door as if inviting me in. I shook my head and said in English that I was not Japanese, then he changed his tone and said sorry, explaining why Japanese and Chinese people look similar and difficult to tell apart; as for the "Chunxiang Art Pavilion", it is a studio with a garden teahouse and dedicated to displaying art works such as paintings and sculptures.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to come in and have a look? You don't have to buy anything," he said.

I was unexpectedly called "beautiful lady". I smiled with joy, nodded, and followed him into the door. I saw children chasing each other in the front yard and an old woman beside the thatched pavilion greeting me with a smile. I happily and confidently walked through the path among the trees and came to a pond facing two thatched cottages and a garden. There was a four-cornered bamboo pavilion with straw mats and cushions, where people could lean on the pillows and leisurely enjoy the scenery.

The long-haired man led me to sit on the pavilion, politely asked me to wait, and said he would be back soon, then walked into the thatched hut with whole excrement sheets hanging under the eaves. I looked around and saw green and bright red flowers and plants in the sunshine and shade of the trees, and the swaying light and shadows of banana and bamboo leaves filled the air with incomparable tranquility.

Although I was the only one in the garden, I did not feel uneasy at all. On the contrary, I felt very happy. I felt very relaxed while waiting. After a while, a girl came over with a tea tray and offered me iced "lemongrass tea".

After thanking her, I adjusted my posture and sat half-leaning on the pillow. When I picked up "Bali Folk Crafts" from a pile of books and newspapers next to the teapot and was flipping through it, I noticed that there was also a volume of "Japanese Spring Pictures" and an English book called "A Journey to Southeast Asia" underneath it!

I couldn't help but open the "Japanese Spring Pictures"; the page after page of paintings of men and women having sex caught my eye, and my breathing suddenly became rapid and my heartbeat quickened. I closed it immediately for fear of being discovered, but I was more curious and picked up "Journey to Find Love". I didn't care that the cover was printed with a photo of a nearly naked Thai girl doing a "pole dance". I hurriedly turned to the Bali chapter and quickly read under the columns of "Men looking for women" and "Women looking for men"...

Only then did I realize that in Bali, there are many local men who would approach Western women on the streets by calling out "Hello!" In fact, they are male prostitutes who specialize in providing overnight and travel companionship to female tourists. However, they originally targeted Western women, but in recent years, due to the shift in the source of tourists and the increasing number of female tourists in Japan, they have expanded their service scope to include Oriental women!

"Oh my God! Could it be that this young man with long hair and a beard is a 'male prostitute'? Then, isn't this 'Chunxiang Geitei' a brothel?! And the slightly plump but very strong man with a ponytail who accompanied the Japanese woman in the next room last night, is he also one?" The book also said that most Western men who are looking for women to play with can find their prey in resort hotels or seaside bars where tourists gather; and female guests who want male companionship can also choose suitable targets from local men who take the initiative to greet them. In particular, the male prostitutes working in this industry on the island all have amazing skills in bed. Besides fully satisfying women, they also have artistic temperament, which is the main reason why women from all over the world flock to them!

After quickly reading this paragraph, I noticed the following part which talked about the extremely low charges of male prostitutes in Bali: even if they accompany you all day, it’s only about ten US dollars, which is really outrageous! ┅┅My heart started beating faster and faster and my mouth was dry. I quickly grabbed the lemongrass tea and took a big gulp before I put the book down and didn't dare to read any more. Then, he adjusted his posture unsteadily, trying to sit more comfortably.

But today I was wearing a light purple, thin dress, and the skirt was too tight for me to know how to bend or position my legs. I tried to sit still, but I just couldn't. I had to pull my skirt higher up my waist to show more of my thighs, and then I turned to the side and leaned back into the pillow; only then did I feel a little more comfortable.

At this time, a long-haired man came over with a stack of cloth, took off his shoes, knelt beside the teapot, and unfolded the cloth one by one to show me. I had long lost my focus on the beautiful scene of flowers in bloom, birds flying in the sky, and branches and leaves swaying in the wind; all that came into my mind was the scene of him and I making love passionately on the couch in the gazebo!

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As the man explained ejaculation, he looked deeply into my eyes, making me even more uneasy. I shifted my body on the pillow, and shyly pulled at the bottom of my skirt to cover more of my thighs that were exposed in pantyhose. She didn't even hear clearly what he asked, she just lowered her head and pursed her lips and nodded; she wanted to look at him, but was too timid to raise her eyes. And I was afraid that the man had discovered from the pile of books and newspapers scattered next to the tea table that I had flipped through those books.

"Miss, my name is Dayang. What is your name?" he asked me with a smile.

I had to answer: "Kim...Kimberly..." I pursed my lips and dared to look the man in front of me straight in the eye.

His dark skin set off his bright eyes; his long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, naturally hanging over his shoulders; under his straight nose, the beard slightly covering his lips further highlighted the whiteness of his teeth; I was moved at the first sight. When his slender fingers were stroking the thin cloth, describing the lightness of the fabric, I could already feel that hand also stroking my skin, making my whole body tremble and even my crotch wet!

"Are you feeling hot because the sun is too strong? Kimberly?" Dayang asked with concern.

"Oh! No, it's just a little too bright..."

I answered anxiously and wiped 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 it. She had to pull the buttoned front of her dress to cool her chest; she folded her arms and hooked the shoulders of her sleeveless shirt and bra straps to prevent them from getting sticky with sweat... but all her movements were seen by Dayang. He quickly sat up cross-legged and said to me with a smile:

"Let's go into the hut opposite. It's cooler there." He bent over and pulled me up from the pillow.

"Inside the room?" I asked anxiously, kneeling up, moving to the edge, and putting my feet into my shoes. �

As Dayang held my hand and walked along the stone path towards the hut, my heart was pounding wildly, because I had always believed that the dirtiest and most disgusting things in the world were "selling oneself as a prostitute" and "visiting prostitutes". The behavior of using sexual organs as a tool to make money, offering one's body to strangers and strangers, being penetrated and withdrawn, and letting semen coming from nowhere be spilled into the private parts, is as shameful as it can be!

It's dirty enough for a man to visit a prostitute, but isn't it even more shameless for a woman to go to bed with a male prostitute? ┅┅

But, but I have to ask myself: Last night in the massage parlor, I had such urgent physical needs that I had to rely on Jiji to satisfy them with her bare hands, and she couldn't even touch my organs; as a result, after nightfall, I couldn't sleep when I heard the sounds of lovemaking in the neighboring room. And this kind of discomfort is absolutely real, and is comparable to the torment and torture endured by the lack of male comfort for many years; it is not something that can be deceived or pretended not to exist by a moral lesson!

Since Dayang treated me so warmly today, and his youth and handsomeness deeply attracted me; and now that I have come to Bali Island, far away from the horizon, alone, even if I did something, it would be unknown to anyone, and no one who knows me would know about it!

But if I still limit myself to moral concepts or psychological barriers and do not have the courage to accept challenges, won’t I regret it again because of the missed opportunity?

Seeing that the cobblestone road had come to an end, the chaos in my mind was still not cleared up. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and put on a thick face, and said nervously: "Da... Dayang, I... I..." I wanted to tell him that I was not prepared at all.

"Kimberly, don't worry, I understand everything. Besides, you are beautiful and cute."

Dayang held my hand and kissed the back of it gently; at the same time, he lifted the curtain of the hut and led me in.

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"Ah, I..." I didn't know how to start, let alone how to face the man. It was not until he closed the door, turned around, put one arm around my waist and held my chin with the other, as if waiting for me to close my eyes and accept his kiss, that I opened my eyes wide and managed to utter:

"I'm so scared! It's dark in the room, and there are so many monsters and ghosts. This..."

"They are mostly guardian gods! Come, take a look..." Dayang pulled me closer to a statue and explained:

"Don't be fooled by its fierce face. It is actually a good god that is meant to scare away evil spirits and protect men and women making love!"

"Oh~!? Then..." I glanced at the big bed and stuttered to ask:

"Then, does it also bless us when we make love?" But I couldn't ask and just leaned closer to him.

Dayang sniffed my hair and whispered in my ear, "Kimberly, you are really cute!" Then he naturally hugged me and asked, "Do you want to go to bed and let the gods bless you?"

"Ah~!? I..." I was speechless. I just felt Dayang's hot hands on my waist.

��The scattered emotions, like thousands of threads, poured out like a torrent in an instant. "But I'm still so scared!" The excuse of screaming was just to cover up his real fear; fear about Dayang and everything in the hut, whether it was clean? Is it filled with billions of bacteria and pathogens that spread diseases and are filthy? ┅┅I am afraid that since I have never had sex with a man who works in this industry, once I break the habit, will I become addicted and unable to extricate myself? ┅┅

I am also afraid, afraid that my figure is so bad, will Dayang, who has seen so many people, be interested in me? Would you like to have sex with me? ┅He, can he understand the heart of a woman who comes from a distant horizon and travels alone, can he understand the desire for a soul mate? ┅┅Or do you just see me as a slutty woman who can't bear the torture of sexual hunger and has to find a male prostitute to satisfy her physical desires? ┅┅No, no! What a terrible and sad thing this is!

��But what else can people in panic do except pray to God? ┅Apart from nodding and praying that I can be like a woman, accepting the protection and "making love" of Dayang, what choice do I have?

"Will it? Will even I... bless you?" He nodded and shook his head, asking in an urgent and affirmative manner.

"Yes! I will teach you how to please others, and then I will bless you." Dayang answered confidently.

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (18) The Wave of Bali - "Male Prostitute" (Part 2)

I traveled a thousand miles to Bali, and accidentally entered the "Chunxiang Art Pavilion". What I did with Dayang, who was suspected to be a male prostitute, in a thatched cottage by the garden pond was not something that should be told to outsiders. However, ever since I had sex with other men behind my husband's back many years ago, I have always established a certain degree of "interpersonal relationship" with men first, and then went further to have physical intimacy with him; rarely, and almost never, did I start with a "sexual" relationship.

��Except for the only time: that year in Taipei, I went to the "Silver Star" dance hall with my male and female classmates, and 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 went to bed with him and spent most of the night in debauchery. This was the first time I deliberately wanted to have sex with a stranger just after meeting him. Afterwards, I felt very regretful; plus, at that time, I already had a "lover" in Taipei, which made me feel even more guilty. I immediately confessed my regret to him and accepted his "treatment", and my lover stopped caring about it; he continued to associate with me afterwards. (See "Xiao Qing's "Lover"" posted by Yuan Yuan in 1998.)

��But now, as I have grown older and more mature, my views have gradually changed; I no longer believe that men and women must be in love to have a happy sexual relationship. Moreover, sexual enjoyment does not have to rely entirely on love; even at a certain time and place, and under certain circumstances, sex that has no emotional entanglement and is purely physical can be more comfortable and intoxicating!

This is probably the main reason why I was able to have sex to my heart's content, to the utmost bliss, and to fully enjoy sex with the handsome young man, Dayang, that afternoon at Chunhyang Arts Pavilion? !

��Even though I said this, I have to admit that what I did that day was indeed very absurd, irrational, and actually very risky. In particular, knowing that Dayang was a male prostitute who had slept with thousands of women, I did not even take the most basic precautions and protection measures. It can be said that I was risking my life just for the sake of enjoyment.

Moreover, when she heard him say that good spirits would protect her, she completely trusted him without thinking. Not only did she let him dispose of her entire body and let him manipulate and direct her, thinking that only by doing so could she please the spirits and satisfy her own needs, but she also revealed her private assets, details, and even the most unspeakable things to the spirits and let Dayang know, as if she was hypnotized or possessed. ┅┅However, the good thing is:

Although the hut looked simple, it still had basic bathroom facilities for washing. After all, Dayang, who was quite experienced in this field, also prepared various things to prevent diseases and enhance enjoyment, such as condoms, lubricants, and sex toys that were cleaned and organized neatly. This made me feel more at ease.

As for obeying orders and confessing all my "secrets", to be honest, it's not a big deal; I live far away in California, USA, and my husband's family is in Taiwan. It has nothing to do with Bali, so why should I be afraid? What's more, those unspeakable things are neither heinous nor against morality in the eyes of God; He is already busy managing the millions of women in Bali, and I believe he probably has no time to bother with me! ?

Oops, I accidentally strayed off topic. Let’s get back to the topic and talk about what happened in the hut!

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Dayang put his hands on my waist from behind, stood in front of the statue, and asked me to look carefully and tell him my name, place of residence, date of birth and marital status. I thought it was ridiculous and pursed my lips tightly, unwilling to speak. But when Dayang reminded me to tell the truth, the gods would protect me, the protrusion under his sarong was pressing against my skirt and hips, gently pushing against my buttocks. I couldn't stand the stimulation and gasped: "Hiss! Ah! Hiss!" My mind was in a mess, I nodded vigorously and blurted out:

"My name is Kimberly Zhang, my real name is Yang Xiaoqing. I live in California, USA, and was born on ××/××. I am married and have two children. It's just that I haven't lived with my husband for many years, so..."

Dayang's penis rubbed against my butt through my tight skirt, becoming bigger and harder.

"So, I traveled all the way to Bali to play with men..." Dayang interrupted me, and I quickly denied it:

"No, that's not it! I've actually already had an affair with other men. It's just that right now, I don't have a male companion, and I feel empty and in need..." She explained like she was confessing, hoping that the gods would understand.

Dayang put his hands on my chest and rubbed my small breasts over my skirt. His hands were so flexible that he immediately found and grabbed the two nipples and started pinching them through the bra. I breathed rapidly and panted, then leaned back into his arms, trembling.

"So, what you need is male comfort. You don't want to have a baby, right?" Dayang continued to ask.

"Have a baby?! Oh my God, what are you talking about? I'm already in my forties! How is it possible that I still want to have a baby? I'm only looking for a man to fill the emptiness in my heart, why should I answer such an unthinkable and ridiculous question?" I was so surprised that I almost asked back.

"No, no! Of course not, I don't want to have a baby!" He shook his head repeatedly and denied it vehemently.

Dayang let go of his hands that were pinching my breasts and nipples, and moved them to my belly, gently pressing, kneading and rubbing it in circles. At the same time, he whispered in my ear: "Well, the gods can guess what's going on with you just by looking at your appearance. But it would be better if you could explain it yourself to avoid misunderstandings..."

When Dayang's hand dropped her breasts, she immediately felt lost; and when the topic of having children came up, the sexual desire that had just been aroused disappeared almost instantly. I was extremely anxious, so I leaned on him and begged in a coquettish voice:

"Then just touch my breasts again, okay? You're moving your hand too fast!"

But Dayang was unmoved and continued to rub my belly, explaining that in order to encourage the people to reproduce and have an endless stream of descendants, the gods endowed the women with beautiful breasts to provide them with abundant milk so that they can feed healthy babies. However, as for the breasts of women who refuse to have children, the gods are unwilling to take care of them too much out of disappointment!

Hearing these words was like a huge rock falling into a well, which shattered my anxious heart. Even though she had put the issue of having children out of her mind for many years and never thought about it again, and it was even less likely that she was seeking pleasure from male prostitutes in Bali for reproduction, she still lamented that her fallopian tubes had become blocked and that she could not have children even if she wanted to! ┅┅Also, my two children were raised by a wet nurse and never sucked my nipples. Plus, I have always been ashamed of my small breasts. Now hearing what Dayang said, how can I not be filled with sorrow and tears in my eyes! ?

"I'm not rejecting you. I've had children before, and I've been conceived and sterilized!"

I raised my head and explained to Dayang Nonno in a trembling voice. At the same time, her hands felt extremely itchy, so she ignored everything and reached out to her chest. She rubbed her breasts hard outside her dress, and kept pinching her small nipples as if she wanted to squeeze them bigger. At the same time, I followed the rhythm of him pressing my belly, shaking my buttocks, and rubbing it on the bulging hard thing.

"Ah~!...Oh~Oh!!..." I became excited and panted.

Dayang continued to rotate and press my belly with one hand, and moved the other hand to my buttocks and began to knead and rub it. No matter that the thin dress was half lifted up and the fabric was wrinkled, he finished rubbing one buttock passionately and then moved on to the other side; but the head of his penis was always pressed in the crack of my buttocks and would not leave. I felt comforted, hope rose in my heart, and I asked earnestly:

"Oh, Dayang! My breasts may not be good, but at least my butt is still good, right!?"

My flat breasts cannot compare with those of Western women, and I am even inferior to those of women from tropical island countries. Although I have long since admitted defeat, I still hope that God and Dayang will at least have some interest in and take a liking to my buttocks, the only thing I can still be proud of. ┅┅Otherwise, I would really be discouraged to death!

In an instant, the man's penis left my buttocks. I looked back and saw Dayang slightly stepped back, with his hands on both sides of my buttocks, staring at my buttocks that I unconsciously tilted back, as if inspecting an object, for a long time, then nodded and said:

"Hmm! She is indeed good-looking and looks very fertile. I believe the gods will like her."

I burst into laughter and glanced at him with a grin: "Well, do you like it too?" I even shook my butt.

"Shh!" Dayang raised his finger to cover his lips and told me not to ask. She simply bent down and lifted the hem of her skirt up, revealing my legs in pantyhose, and then continued lifting it up to expose my thighs and buttocks.

��I felt a little relieved and adjusted my posture: my upper body leaned forward slightly, my legs slightly bent, and my hands rested on my knees exposed by my skirt pushed to my waist; like a model, I let him admire me to his heart's content.

Dayang's hot palm stroked the back of my thigh, moved up to the edge of my buttocks, and moved along the curve of the bottom of my buttocks to my crotch. The towel touched me and I was so excited that I couldn't stop trembling. My buttocks tightened and clamped...

��At the same time, I was thinking: I would rather have my ass played with by others, touched by others, or even have a big cock inserted into it for comfort, than be treated as a tool just for bearing children!

I anxiously wanted to ask, "Do you love my butt or not?" But I couldn't open my mouth.

The strange thing is that Dayang seemed to have heard the questions in my heart. He leaned close to my ear and whispered: He really likes my butt, especially when I wear pantyhose and the whole curve of my lower body is exposed, which looks very sexy. However, he asked me not to tell anyone, saying that it would not be good if the gods knew; because Balinese women are not used to wearing pantyhose, and only Western women like to wear pantyhose. ┅┅

When I heard that, I was extremely excited. I immediately tilted my neck and head, and leaned close to his ear and said as if whispering, "Well, just look at and play with my butt in pantyhose more! Oh! Dayang, Dayang! I'm so happy, really so happy!..." My raised buttocks twisted gently.

"Okay, Kimberly, let's not do it in front of the statue of the god of life. Let's go inside where we can't see and have some fun first!" After suggesting this, Dayang asked me to hold onto my skirt that had been rolled up to my waist, saying that he liked to see my butt swaying as I walked in only pantyhose and briefs.

"If I can't see, will it still protect me?" I asked as I was pushed into an even darker hut.

"Yes! After we're done, we can take off our clothes and have sex on the bed in front of us!"

"Ah, is this okay?!"

When he asked back in surprise, I had become even more excited because of my extreme curiosity and anticipation of how Dayang would "play" with me. ┅┅Thinking about how I "accidentally walked into" the "Chunxiang Art Pavilion" and accidentally fell in love with this handsome male prostitute, I actually fell in love with my lower body in pantyhose! When we got inside, he found that my crotch was wet. I wonder if he would go crazy and do something unimaginable to me? ┅┅And he said that after "having fun", I would have to take off all my clothes again and have sex on the bed in front of the god. How would he make me feel so ecstatic? ┅┅

��Thinking of this, I can hardly walk steadily! !

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Dayang pushed me, crookedly, and limped to the corner of the dark hut, in front of another altar, and asked me to stand there. He lit two small oil lamps and burned a stick of sandalwood in the dark. Faintly, I saw a statue of a half-naked, slightly fierce-looking, red-faced, fat Rakshasa god, holding the buttocks of a long-haired, naked woman with his hands, engaging in intercourse. It is very similar to what I have seen in picture albums introducing Indian or Tibetan Buddhist art.

On the ground in front of the altar, there was a cushioned, low, sloping stool for people to kneel down and worship. However, usually the top of the stool was tilted slightly backwards to make it easier for people to kneel down, but for some reason, it was tilted the other way around and was tilted forwards. ┅┅

On both sides of the stool stood a pair of round wooden pillars, less than half a person's height and as thick as arms; I originally thought they were a pair of candlesticks. Upon closer inspection, I found that there was no candle plate on the top, but instead it was carved into two pythons with their heads raised towards the sky; but the snake heads looked more like a turtle's head: shiny and smooth, with bulging eyeballs and a slightly open mouth, looking greedy as if wanting to eat something. What confuses me even more is that there are red and purple cloth ropes hanging in the depressions of the necks of the two glans, tied in a ring, but I can't figure out what they are used for.

I was extremely curious, but I didn't dare to ask. I just guessed that it was probably a sacrificial utensil unique to the people in the village!

I inhaled the thick sandalwood smoke and felt 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 the woman being hugged, her hands tightly clinging to his neck, her legs wrapped around his fat waist, her hips swinging rapidly and moving towards him, looking extremely lascivious. It was like hearing the low trumpet sounds and the high suona ensemble sounds coming from the temple, intertwined with the chirping of cicadas and birds in the broad-leaved forest, which were endless.

Before Dayang told me to kneel down, I had to face the statue and worship it. I was afraid that my skirt would fall down, so I clamped my elbows tightly, and when I put my hands together and bowed, I deliberately lifted my hips backward and shook my butt, as if to please the gods, and moaned softly. Then, following Dayang's instructions on my shoulders, I obediently bent down and knelt on the stool. I first lifted my hair to one side of my neck and supported my hands on the pillow in front of the stool. Then I lowered my head, raised my hips high, and let out a long sigh.

I had no idea that the entire movement would come so naturally, as if I was very familiar with it. In fact, I know very well in my heart: kneeling like this with my butt raised high, my slender waist and fairly plump round buttocks set off in front of men has long been my favorite posture and the one they appreciate the most. Every man not only praised my beautiful curves, but also thought that the posture I posed was the sexiest and most seductive!

��Thinking so in her heart, she twisted her raised hips unconsciously. I knew that the skirt had been lifted up to the waist, which must have exposed the T-back panties underneath the translucent light flesh-colored pantyhose, which I wore to avoid the hot weather!

The close-fitting and cool thong is made of maroon satin. It is the most eye-catching and the one that best contrasts with the skin tone among the several pairs of underwear I bought in Italy. I didn’t expect that it would come in handy on the second day of my arrival in Bali, and Dayang was given a feast for the eyes!

"Hmm~!...Hmm!..." I hummed again; I wanted to express myself but was a little shy.

Fortunately, Dayang didn’t keep me waiting for long. He ran behind my butt and started rubbing my round buttocks. He touched my towel with his slender and deft fingers through the thin material of my pantyhose, which made my fleshy petals extremely itchy. I couldn't help shaking them left and right, rising and falling, flipping them up and down, and squeezing and loosening them tightly...

But after just two or three squeezes, the thong and pantyhose were squeezed into a thin slit and embedded in the buttock groove. It was wet and sticky, and it was very uncomfortable. I pursed my lips and hummed loudly, and shook my buttocks even more violently as if to attract Dayang's attention. Only then did I hear him laugh, and I felt his fingertips hooked into the crack of my buttocks, lifting up my pantyhose and the thong underneath, making me feel a little more comfortable.

�� sighed loudly and thanked him repeatedly; Dayang said: "No thanks, no thanks! Kimberly, your butt is not only plump and round, but also very flexible when you twist it!" His praise made me feel flattered.

"There! It's thanks to your dexterity that you solved my problem..." He also chuckled as he responded.

"But, Kimberly, it looks like you're already pretty wet!"

As Dayang spoke, his fingers slid into the concave crevice between my legs and rubbed back and forth along the groove of flesh. The stimulation made me scream. My arms were too weak to support me, so I simply bent my elbows and pressed my face against the pillow, raising my butt as high as possible. When my knees were about to slide off the slope of the kneeling stool, I quickly bent my ankles, hooked my insteps on the edge of the stool, and used all my strength to maintain my position, while panting and responding in a coquettish voice:

"Ouch! How can I not be wet after you teased me like this!?" Still shaking my butt.

"Now, I'm going to take off your pantyhose!" Dayang said as he started.

"Take it off! As long as you like me, everything is up to you." I was so excited that I twisted my butt even harder.

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Dayang pulled my pantyhose and thong from my waist to my hips, and slowly peeled them down to the knees below my thighs. I tried to lift my knees so that he could remove it completely, but he patted my butt and said,

"No need to lift your legs, your beautiful butt is already fully exposed!"

��Then, let me do it like I did countless times when I played with men: kneeling with my legs tightly tied in pantyhose, so that the untidy clothes would highlight my raised and naked buttocks.

��Please don't think I'm bragging.

I just realized that as a woman, I am very aware of the advantages and disadvantages of my body; I also know how to show my advantages and cover up my shortcomings in the most attractive way in front of men. Moreover, in order to win the favor of men, I am willing to do many things that he wants me to do, including serving him, showing off my charm, and doing my best to satisfy his special preferences or hobbies...

When he is extremely excited about me and his penis is erect and hard, my sexual desire becomes more intense, my emotions more agitated, and even my behavior becomes more fanatical, unbridled and dissolute.

This kind of self-awareness is probably one of the main reasons why I have always been successful in my relationships with men!

��［Yeah! ┅It does read a bit...too self-boasting, okay, I'll just shut up. ］

When Dayang began to caress and gently rub my buttocks, the strong feeling of physical contact immediately made me cry out softly, twisting my waist and raising my buttocks to meet his hands...

"Ah~! Dayang, Dayang, touch my butt! Rub it well, pinch it well! Oh~~~!..."

"Are you feeling good? Kimberly, do you like it?" he asked.

"Oh! I like it! I like it! It feels so good when I rub it! "

��I replied excitedly, looking forward to him playing with my entire buttocks further and flexibly. And Dayang really seemed to hear the call in my heart, and began to push, pinch, rub, and knead my buttocks in different ways, using his fingers, palms, and even the bottom of his wrists, alternating between light and heavy, pressing, pressing, rolling, and squeezing the buttocks; fingering, scraping, picking, plucking, hooking, and poking the protruding folds of flesh and the sunken grooves in various parts of my lower body.

I was completely absorbed in Dayang's caress, feeling myself being brought into a state of high excitement by his magician's hands...

��I hummed and sang loudly in my response of great joy. Dayang's fluids kept leaking out of me, which clearly showed that I was already completely wet and ready for male penetration. But his hands only stayed on the outside of the body and played with it, and he was reluctant to take any further action. It was very different from the way Gigi massaged me last night, which made my whole body feel comfortable: it was an extremely strong sexual desire, an urgent need for male penetration, and she couldn't wait any longer...

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and yelled:

"Oh, Dayang! Put it inside my hole, insert it and play with my hole!"

"You want to penetrate the hole so soon? Didn't you agree to let me watch and play more?" he asked me.

"Oh my! It's true what I said, but I can't stand being touched anymore!"

"Okay then!" Dayang inserted his fingertips into my vagina...

"Oh~~~Ahhh!!" With my face on the pillow, I closed my eyes tightly, stretched my neck forward and sobbed loudly...

�� shouted in his heart: "Finally it's inside! Dayang finally gave it to me... Jiji refused to do it!"

"Oh, Kimberly! Your hole is so tight and wet!"

He praised me; at the same time he began to thrust his fingers in and out, digging and prodding. I was so happy that tears burst out of my eyes, and I didn't forget to thank him even as I sobbed. I hooked my insteps on the edge of the stool and exerted all my strength to lift my butt higher and twist it more vigorously.

"Tell me, what else is your name besides Dongdong?" Dayang actually tested me!

"Call... call it vagina, little meat hole... little hole!... Keep calling... " I answered eagerly, as if taking an exam.

"Yeah! Good, Kimberly's little one is so good!"

Dayang praised me in fluent English, which made me particularly excited. I was even more shameless and took the initiative to scream at him:

"The hole at the back is called an asshole!" At the same time, tighten your anus to attract his attention.

"Ah, I thought you Chinese and Japanese called it chrysanthemum bud!" He even "corrected" me.

"But chrysanthemum is hard to pronounce in English, and sounds weird, and it's not sexy at all."

I had only explained halfway when I felt Dayang's other wet finger pushing and turning in the depression in my anus. I immediately cried out loudly and wailed in a strange way, shouting in a rhythmic way:

"Ah, ah~~!! Put it in too! Put it in my asshole! Ah~~~!!"

The pleasure of having two holes penetrated by fingers at the same time immediately swept over my whole body; I was shaking and convulsing.

��But the stimulation that really made my mouth and heart scream out and became more urgently excited came from Dayang, who had attached himself to my raised buttocks without me noticing, breathing hot air, caressing and kissing my two fleshy petals with his hot lips and prickly beard, and licking my buttock crack with his wet and slippery tongue!

"Oh! Oh my God! Dayang, Dayang~! You actually...actually licked my ass!?..."

Really, I could never have imagined it, and I dared not even to imagine it: he would be so... so good at catering to my preferences, using his extremely sexy mouth to kiss the butt that I just met for the first time today! ┅┅I was so overjoyed that I became crazy and spoke incoherently:

"Oh, oh! Dayang! You are so good, so great! My ass needs to be licked, it really needs to be licked!..."

Dayang’s kiss intoxicated me so much that my brain stopped working. Although it was not a mouth-to-mouth kiss, it was enough to make me dizzy and indulge in purely sensual stimulation. I kept sinking and falling, and lost my mind about where I was. In the chaos, I couldn't even figure out my own body posture and organ sensations, and I forgot what was going on...

Until I screamed: "Oh my god, you licked me so hard, so hard!" My knees slid down from the stool, my upper body almost fell to the ground, and I could no longer lift my raised buttocks; I suddenly woke up, shouting in panic and miserably:

"Oh! I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" She struggled to kneel back on the stool...

I heard Dayang's hurried low voice: "Grab the red rope! Kimberly, grab the rope ring!"

It was then that I suddenly realized what the pair of cloth rope rings tied to the two logs were used for! He struggled quickly, propped up his upper body, quickly grabbed the cloth rope on one side with one hand, pulled his body up, and then maintained the kneeling position on the stool. I turned around quickly and asked Dayang who was standing behind me in a panic:

"Like this? Is it like this?..." I hope he will kiss my butt again soon.

"Yes, that's it!" He said, and then kissed my buttocks again.

I desperately held onto the ropes, keeping my upper body suspended off the ground. However, in order to maintain the posture of raising the buttocks high, he had to bend his elbows and use his arms to lift half the weight of his body; in a short moment, he was so tired that he broke out in a sweat. He had no choice but to turn around and complain to Dayang that he had no strength left! Seeing that I looked pitiful, he suggested that I put my wrists into the rope loop and let it hang tightly, which would save me a lot of effort. He also explained that if I had a psychological barrier to SM's sadomasochistic behavior, it didn't matter if I didn't do it. After all, I was just seeking pleasure and there was no need to suffer too much.

I thought about it: I am willing to try anything just for pleasure; and putting my hands into the rope ring can't be considered an act of "bondage", right? ! Following his suggestion, I put my wrists into the cloth rope loop and grabbed it with my backhand. Then, she leaned forward again, raised her hips, and accepted his kisses and licking...

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (18) The Wave of Bali - "Male Prostitute" (Part 2)

The darkness that permeated the thatched cottage of "Chunxiang Yiting" was no longer dark, but became extremely bright and dazzling; it seemed to have become another universe radiating thousands of colorful lights and infinitely brilliant; coupled with the background sound and light of curling sandalwood smoke, cicadas and birds chirping, it expressed the strange sexual behavior that Dayang and I had performed. It is an indescribable but extremely new experience. Perhaps it could only happen and be possible in Bali, this paradise on earth? !

Although my body posture was extremely indecent, even very pitiful at this time; not only were my limbs exhausted from kneeling and hanging, but even my waist, stomach, and chest were aching, and it was almost as unbearable as being tortured. But compared with the sensory stimulation brought by Dayang licking, kissing and playing with my buttocks and private parts; and the shock to my soul caused by his willingness to use his lips and tongue to touch my most private and most hidden organs and passages; this tiny bit of discomfort became insignificant and I had to endure it no matter what.

But the strange thing is that when the discomfort in a certain part of the body is accompanied by strong stimulation of other more sensitive parts, the discomfort will become a very strange, wonderful and indescribable feeling. The two coexisted, like a contrast and interweaving of pain and joy, yet also like a multiplication and addition of each other; in the end, a series of climaxes came, merging into an indescribable extreme pleasure, which easily destroyed my entire consciousness and mind...

��Now, I think back to that time and try to describe and explain my feelings; but I just can't describe it or explain the reason. I can only say that what I experienced that afternoon was something I had never experienced in my life, and what I did was also something absurd that I had never experienced before:

�� and the male prostitutes in Bali, like lovers, like adulterers, making love, sexual intercourse, joking, perverted...

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I stretched out my arms, put my wrists in the cloth rope loops on the wooden pole, and hung my upper body; underneath, I knelt with my buttocks raised up to the sky and kept twisting. ┅┅Getting more and more excited, shouting louder and louder.

Dayang's fingers thrust in and out of my vagina faster and faster; he also added other fingers to pinch my clitoris and rub my labia; and the sound of water squeaking was made along with the vaginal fluid. His hand kept touching my inner thigh, and I could imagine that his whole hand must have been wet...

��But the way he licked my anus and butt crack with his tongue was even more terrible. Sometimes he would lightly pick and sweep it, sometimes he would stick close and move it slowly, and he would also suck and lick it, kissing it with a "squeak, squeak, peck, peck!" sound. Not only did I groan and call out, but I also wanted him to open my buttocks and poke the tip of his tongue into my anus...

My vagina was being penetrated by fingers, causing my body to sway back and forth. My wrists were hung in cloth rings, and although it was not as painful as being tied up with ropes, they were gradually becoming numb. In order to steady my body and allow Dayang's tongue to lick my anus, I ignored the fact that the pantyhose stretched around my knees were almost biting into my flesh, and spread my legs as wide as I could, until my knees were about to slide off the kneeling stool which was not wide enough; then I reacted instinctively, holding the wooden pillar tightly with both hands like a crutch, and continued to maintain the ugly and unsightly posture.

As soon as she stood firm, she turned her head and begged in a tender voice: "Ah! Dayang baby, come on! Lick my anus!"

As I expected, Dayang peeled open my buttocks and stretched them wide open; his wet and hot tongue tip licked into the pit of my anus. In an instant, I raised my neck and shouted:

"Oh~~~Ah~!! Oh Daya~~ Your tongue~ ...

In my mind, I saw the appearance of my own anus presented to Dayang, as if I saw a python spitting red tongue, using its flexible, forked tongue to hook, poke, and sweep back and forth on the anus, which made me extremely excited. When his beard scratched the mound of my buttocks, his lips sucked on my anus, and his tongue tip pushed against the hole, it reminded me of the little snake trying hard to get into the hole, as if it wanted to get into the body!

��I was strongly stimulated and couldn't control my waist and hips. My whole body twisted like a snake. When I could clearly feel my wet anus being licked and poked by the slippery tongue, the inexplicable sexiness became stronger and stronger; the desire for the penis to enter the hole and fill the emptiness became more and more urgent, and finally I couldn't help shouting:

"Oh, baby! Dayang baby, I can't stand it, I really can't stand it!!"

At the same time, she felt herself tightly gripping two wooden pillars, supporting her upper body with her palms, and she felt an unbearable itch as she wanted to grab the man's penis. Suddenly, she realized that what she had been holding in her hands was the neck of a python carved into a cylinder!

My lust suddenly intensified, I raised my neck, shook my messy hair violently, and shouted in my heart:

"Oh my god! What...what is this feeling!...so many scary...snakes can actually teach me how to be sexy! I must be a pervert!...But, but I want, I want, I want more!..."

��Especially, because when I looked up, I saw the statue hugging the long-haired woman, and spreading the bottom of her buttocks with both hands. I could clearly see the thick and big penis inserted in her hole. I imagined myself as the long-haired woman and Dayang as the god. I held on to her tightly, wrapped her legs around her waist, and swung her buttocks rapidly. Like a typical slut, she screamed in English:

"Ah, Dayang, Dayang~! Me, me! I love you, I love you so much!"

The feeling of Dayang's fingers poking into my vagina again and pumping quickly became stronger and more stimulating. Not only is the entire finger inserted, but it also rotates and stirs inside, pressing against the G-spot, creating waves of pressure. At the same time, there were several fingers outside, teasing my hard, protruding meat core, rubbing the slippery, swollen and thick labia majora and minora; plus his mouth licking and kissing my anus passionately, dripping a lot of saliva, accumulating in the flesh pits, rolling down from my perineum to the folds of my vulva; his stiff tongue poked into my asshole, pumping in and out...

��It wasn't long before the climax came: my whole body was shaking violently, shaking violently, and I was screaming and shouting:

"Ah~!! Baby, baby~! I'm coming! It's coming!! Ah, ah~! You're killing me, making me feel so good! Oh~! Oh my God, oh my God! Oh my God!!"

Oh! Orgasm, orgasm, it turns out that orgasm can be so extreme, so blissful! It turns out that I don't need to be in love, have to be lovers, or even have real sexual intercourse, in order for me to reach the state of ecstasy and pleasure when Dayang gives me oral sex!

"Oh, Kimberly! You are so beautiful and so... sexy!"

��Dayang pulled out his fingers and stopped kissing my ass; I praised him from behind for seeing how slutty I was. He continued to rub her buttocks lovingly with both hands. His praise made me drool even more, and I licked the glans more vigorously. I licked until the entire head was wet, and as if I loved it so much, I kept stroking it with my hands. At the same time, I hummed in my throat...

She didn't stop until the stimulation of the climax completely subsided. She staggered to stand up straight, already exhausted. She didn't care that her wrists were still in the cloth rings. She turned back and looked at Dayang in a daze, asking in a confused manner:

"You really like me like this? I feel so...so..." An indescribable feeling.

Dayang smiled and nodded affirmatively. While helping me untie the rope, he kissed me on the forehead and said:

"Yeah! Especially since you haven't taken off all your clothes and your pantyhose are half-pulled down, you are 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 and only let me kiss his cheek next to his lips!

For a moment, I felt as if I was suddenly rejected, and my heart was shocked; but I immediately remembered that usually, prostitutes would never kiss their clients. Then in the same way, as a female customer, isn't it natural that I was rejected when I wanted to kiss Dayang, a male prostitute? ┅┅

��However, even though I knew this, I still couldn't hide the shame of offering my sweet lips but being rejected. My whole body suddenly went cold, my throat went dry, and I felt so uncomfortable that I almost cried...

Fortunately, Dayang naturally hugged me and whispered in my ear that the reason he avoided his mouth was not because he didn't want to kiss me, but because he was afraid that his mouth, which had just licked my butt, would dirty my lips!

"Ah~ Dayang! You are so good to me, so good! You kissed me for so long and licked my dirtiest place without caring whether it was clean or not. What's more, you licked my ass and my anus! Even you don't care, so what right do I have to think that your mouth is dirty!?..."

"Oh! Baby, kiss me! Accept my kiss! I'm not afraid of dirt, as long as you kiss me, kiss me like you lick my anus!!..." I raised my head and prayed. But in my heart I asked a more ridiculous question:

"Baby! If you are willing to lick my asshole, would you still dislike my mouth? Is my mouth dirtier than my anus!?"

Without waiting for an answer, she hugged Dayang and kissed him forcefully, kissing him again and again, kissing him all the time...

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Fortunately, the problem did not become a problem. As soon as Dayang touched my lips, his reaction was very enthusiastic. He not only hugged me tightly, but also passed his tongue that had just licked my butt into my mouth, letting me suck it hard. At the same time, he put his hands on my buttocks again and kept stroking them...

I broke away from Dayang's kiss, but deliberately clung to him, squirming in his strong arms, and whispering, "Baby! You seem to know my body so well! You know where I like to be touched and caressed the most... Really, we have never met, how can you know so much?"

Dayang didn't answer, but just kissed my cheek and ears. When he licked my chin, I naturally tilted my head back, letting his hot tongue wet my neck and linger on it. My desire, which had just climaxed and cooled down, was aroused again, like a wildfire that was rekindled and swept across the prairie again...

I took the initiative to reach out to his waist, trying to remove the sarong cloth around him and bring out the male symbol that I had been longing for. But Dayang stopped me and said, "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, Kimberly, let's go wash up first..." Then he took my hand and walked to the "bathroom" in another corner of the hut.

To call it a "bathroom" is actually an understatement; it is just a bathroom space with a tiled floor, behind a wooden and bamboo fence. Next to the square bathtub, there was a western-style white porcelain toilet, but no one knew whether it could be flushed or not. In the red brick water tank, there was a water gourd floating in the water, and white petals that had fallen from the branches and leaves of an unknown species and landed in the tank...

Dayang took his time, slowly and carefully helping me take off the clothes and pants that were half hanging on my legs, hanging them on the fence one by one, until he unhooked my bra and took it off. Only then did I stand in front of him completely naked. She realized that her most shameful, flat and tiny breasts were being seen by him at a glance; she suddenly felt inexplicably shy...

��He lowered his head in shame, but his eyes glanced at Dayang Sarong's crotch to see if it was bulging? At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh:

"Yang Xiaoqing! You are so shameless! You pretend to be scared and even peek at a man's dick!"

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Dayang turned on the faucet, put hot water in the bathtub, bent down to test the water temperature, turned around and stretched out his hand, motioning me to get in the tub; I handed him my hand and asked him if he wanted to take a bath with me? He shook his head and explained: The warm water was for me to take a bath, because he always used cold water to wash himself.

"Oh!" I was a little disappointed. After sitting in the bathtub, I looked up and saw him starting to untie his sarong and take off his clothes. I swallowed unconsciously when I saw his smooth, dark, muscular body finally exposed. I also couldn't help but stare at the penis between his legs, which was not erect but thick enough! Licking my lips, I smiled at Dayang and said:

"Oh, you look so good! No wonder you were so confident when you took off your clothes for me!"

Dayang smiled in response, and did not show off his magnificent "capital" as I had imagined; he just took a piece of soap, squatted beside the bathtub, and asked me if I wanted some soap. He also said: He can fully serve my cleaning needs.

I was flattered so much that I couldn't stop smiling and nodded, thinking: It turns out that a man doesn't have to be your lover to be so submissive to a woman! ┅┅

I sat on the edge of the bathtub, with my back facing Dayang, and let him apply soap and scrub my whole body. I was so comfortable that I closed my eyes. I was intoxicated by the movements of his nimble hands. From time to time, I deliberately leaned my upper body back into his arms, and murmured with pleasure... His slippery fingers pinched my two small nipples, and when they were pinched so hard and protruding, I could hardly help twisting my butt again!

While Dayang was scrubbing my body, he asked me in a chatty manner: How did you know to find the "Chun Xiang Art Pavilion" where he was in Bali? ┅┅I said I had no expectations at all, it was completely an accident. I also asked him in return: Are all the men in Bali so attentive to women? Or is he the only one who does this... (No, I only asked in my heart and didn't ask it out loud), and quickly changed "does this" to: Is he the only one who is so nice to me?

"Of course it's because of you, Kimberly! You're so cute, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you!"

"Oh my, you're really good at drinking rice soup!" I said to him in a drunken and sweet voice and tilted my head to kiss him.

"Open your legs!" Dayang said like an order before kissing me back.

While we were kissing, his hands were digging, washing, rubbing and cleaning my vagina... It made me so excited again!

"Oh! Dayang, let me see you, your big cock! I want to see the big cock!"

Shouting in my heart, I broke away from Dayang's kiss and his embrace, ignoring the soap bubbles all over my body, and turned around immediately, staring at the naked, strong torso, the erect penis that I had hoped for, and licked my lips fiercely, sighing crazily and eagerly:

"Oh, Dayang~! I...I love, love...big cocks so much!!..."

At the same time, I couldn't wait to step out of the bathtub, sit back on the edge, stretch out my hands, tilt my head back, and open my mouth, hoping that he would understand and put the penis in my mouth.

But Dayang stopped me with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I'll give it to you after I'm done..."

He stood in front of me, scooped up cold water with a gourd, and washed his dark, tall and thin, but ultimately muscular body with it, one ladle at a time. I stared at it with my eyes wide open, as if I were appreciating a work of art or an art performance in an art gallery. She was completely unconscious and spread her legs in front of him, put her hands into her vagina, rubbed and kneaded it, and started masturbating.

��He stared at me while I was masturbating, his black cock standing up so thick and big; I glanced at him seductively, pursed my lips, blew him kisses, and hummed an unbearable sound. Finally, I begged him in a coquettish voice to finish rinsing quickly so that I could feed him his penis!

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The two of them could not wait and wiped themselves hastily, without even completely drying their bodies, they ran naked to the big bed in front of the "life-injecting" god and fell into the bed hand in hand; they began to engage in intense and lingering oral sex, lovemaking, oral sex, sexual intercourse, anal sex... They enjoyed themselves to their heart's content throughout the afternoon until dusk.

I always hear people say that men spend money on prostitutes mostly to vent their carnal desires, and few get emotional satisfaction; because prostitutes only sell their bodies, not their souls. But that afternoon, the time I spent with Dayang was full of spiritual ease and joy; not only was the sensory enjoyment extremely blissful, but even the emotions and feelings were like being with a close friend of many years or an extremely close lover, which intoxicated and comforted me.

I don’t know if it’s because Dayang is a local, or if it’s because I’m in Bali and feel free, that’s why I’m so uninhibited, so passionate and dissolute without any shame?

��She started by clinging to Dayang desperately and sucking his penis crazily, then she became so excited that she couldn't wait to tell him to play with her; she completely disregarded her image and rode and sat on his thick black penis, running up and down, up and down, until she shouted out loud: It feels so good! So comfortable! ┅┅From actively lying on my back, kneeling with my buttocks raised, asking him to poke me hard from behind, to being ecstatic, tears soaking the pillow, and begging him to slap and spank my buttocks┅┅

��The obscene words naturally came out of her mouth, calling out: Baby~! My dear baby! ! ┅Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me to death! ┅┅I love you so much┅I love your big cock so much! ┅┅

But what my heart cries out is waves of eternal expectation and hope: baby, baby! ┅Love me, love me! Love me forever and ever! ┅┅

��Illusory and real happiness and satisfaction are intertwined, seeming real and illusory. Like a pillow rubbed against the body, like holding tightly in the hand the flying birds, insects and snakes carved on the headboard; yet also like the fragrance of grass leaves, the smoke of sandalwood, and the chirping of cicadas and birds outside the thatched cottage, it is elusive and cannot be retained...

��It was not until after countless orgasms that my body was exhausted from the stimulation that I vaguely felt Dayang peeling off a condom, preparing to put on his penis and insert it into my vagina again; maybe he had finally had enough fun and was about to ejaculate! I think.

�� burst out laughing: "Have you forgotten that I am a married woman who cannot have children!?"

"Ah~! Yes, that's right!" Dayang nodded with a smile. But he put his finger to his lips and whispered:

"Don't let the gods hear you or they will be unhappy and stop blessing you!"

"Oh, oh!" I nodded vigorously and explained to the god:

"I'm sorry, I don't want to get pregnant today, so I need a condom..." This is ridiculous!

The condoms used by Dayang are the kind that have bumps all over the stem, the kind that are the most exciting and stimulating for women. As I lay on the big bed, with my hands stretched above my head, holding onto the bed board, my legs spread wide apart, lying on my back powerlessly, waiting for the man to enter me again, I felt excited again for some reason...

��Maybe because this is the first time today, I will be face to face with him, with the man on top and the woman on the bottom, just like thousands of Balinese people who want to have children, having sex in front of the gods, fulfilling the human and heavenly principles, right?

The moment Dayang inserted his big, thick penis covered with aphrodisiac particles into my body, I went crazy and howled loudly; I sang loudly, moaned softly, and shook and nodded in a daze as if praising God. The male who was cultivating and sowing the seeds thrust in and out, the obscene fluid flowed out smoothly... rising and falling, shaking on the pillow, like flying in the clouds...

I was getting more and more excited and crazy. Just when I was about to reach another climax, Dayang suddenly pulled out his penis. Before I could shout "No!", he covered my mouth and whispered in my ear:

"Don't let God know or hear!" As he said that, he flipped up my thighs and pushed them up to my shoulders, bending my body in half and even lifting my butt off the bed; then he pulled a pillow and placed it under my tailbone. I don’t know what Dayang is referring to? Looking at him questioningly, he whispered:

"Kimberly, I want to play with your... inside..."

I smiled, nodded, and refrained from saying anything obscene or offensive.

I was so happy when the penis, covered with a condom full of grains, dipped in the vaginal fluid and poked into my anus! Today, this afternoon, I finally got the sweet feeling of a good man's thing, a good man's thing, filling my whole body and three holes, going in and out! !

Before we both entered a state of madness and were about to reach orgasm at the same time, Dayang did as I wished, pulled out his penis, quickly peeled off the condom, threw it under the bed, and then poked it back into my anus and pumped it hard! ┅┅

Dayang's pubic hair slapped and tangled with my pubic hair soaked with my own fluid, making a slapping sound. He thrust all the way in, pulling out each time, leaving only the glans inside my ass. Whenever it pressed against my vagina, it would rub against it, making me extremely excited. I quickly let go of my hands that were holding onto the headboard, reached out to Dayang's firm buttocks, and pulled him toward me, shouting wildly in my heart:

"Oh, Dayang! You are so good at it. It makes my ass feel so good! Ah! God! I love you so much. I love being fucked by your big cock in my ass!"

Fortunately, Dayang had told me in advance, so I didn't say such words. The "birth-infusing" god only saw him on top and me moving below, and probably thought that we were practicing the techniques of how to pass on the family line according to the rules?

"Hmm~! This is really fun! Who says gods can't be deceived? As long as we act right, we can still deceive them, right?

"Ouch~!" Your big cock is so...killing me. It makes my ass...so sore and numb! Ah~Woo! It's as sour as plum soup, and as numb as peach pulp. So strange, so sweet, and so delicious! ┅┅

"Oh, ah~~!! Oh my God, you've grown bigger again, my cock... has grown bigger again! Oh~~!! Dayang, baby, you're so big! So big!..."

I felt the world spinning, and I began to shake my head, groaning and gasping for breath. I saw my legs pointing toward the sky, swinging and kicking violently. The whole person felt like he was trapped in a whirlpool. He had no choice but to quickly climb up the head of the bed, grasp the horizontal bar carved into a snake's body with his palms, and hold on tightly. Then he summoned his last bit of strength, contracted his lower abdomen, and lifted his buttocks up repeatedly.

I finally cried out loudly in another climax, and at the same time felt his penis in my anus swelling and jumping violently, spurting out hot and thick liquid, filling and irrigating the emptiness in my body...

The scene at this moment is vivid in my mind. It’s hard for me to imagine that that crazy woman could be me! However, it is indeed the real Yang Xiaoqing and Kimberly. open! She is a shameless slut who has completely changed into a different person, and also a woman who is extremely happy!

But what about Dayang? This handsome and cute man with long hair. Is he a man who loves and likes me? Or is he a professional prostitute who only does it for fun?

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[Postscript]:

I waited until dusk, and had dinner with Dayang at the Chunxiang Art Pavilion. I bought some loose fabrics and two sets of traditional Balinese women's clothing, paying a very fair price. Finally, I asked his brother to drive me on a motorcycle to the entrance of the inn where I was staying on Wubu Shopping Street. I walked back to the hotel with my legs unable to close and limping...

��However, I still haven’t found the answer to the above question!

I remember when I was paying, I took out an extra two dollars and stuffed it into Dayang's hand, thinking: It's just a small tip to thank him for his company and for giving me a happy afternoon; but I really couldn't open my mouth. He held my hand, stuffed the money back into my pocket, and said with a smile: "I'm glad to know you. I hope I can visit you at Chunxiang Art Pavilion next time when I'm free." I felt embarrassed and took back the "tip" to avoid him misunderstanding...

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