On the first night in Bali Water Lily Pond, I had just arrived from Italy for a long flight; in the evening, I had to watch monkey dance, and then let the masseur Jiji go back to the inn. When I walked into the room, I felt exhausted all over, so I hurriedly washed my face, changed my clothes and went to bed.
Although my body was extremely tired, after massage, smearing volcanic ash and bathing with petals, the acupoints were completely opened, and the muscles and muscles were relaxed, which could be said to be quite comfortable; but my mind was still constantly spinning: I recall the appearance and body of every man I met today; of course, it also includes Jiji's penis that I only touched but didn't really see!
The men who appear in their minds are surrounded by sarongs, so that the protrusion of the vagina is always not very obvious
I turned left and right and couldn't sleep; I looked at my watch again and it was already late at night.
Suddenly, people heard voices coming from outside the house; I got out of bed and lifted the curtain to peek, and saw a man, two women walking back to the next hut, with Japanese squirting in laughter
I couldn't see their faces clearly, so I could only recognize: the woman with long hair was short and tall. From the appearance of the two, they could be sure that they were Japanese female tourists; and the man with hair tied into a ponytail and sagan was very strong, probably a local man who knew Japanese?
They entered the house and still laughed loudly; later, the voice of the speech turned into a woman's roar, the man's roared, and giggled from time to time, and incoherently shouted and screamed. At first, I knew it was a lewd voice of a man and a woman going to bed, and the sound was sometimes high and sometimes low, which made me unable to sleep. On the one hand, I felt very annoying, but I was also excited because I couldn't help but fantasize about the scene where the three of them had fun.
I had to open my bag and take out the pocket book "Bali and Mist Cloth Tour Guide" I bought in the afternoon. I lay half-lying in bed and read it listlessly. I thought about what I could go there in the next few days and what should I do...?
The book introduces the living customs, residences, buildings, festivals, and artistic characteristics of the locals, and has many illustrations and photos. It also describes the scenery of the fog cloth in detail: including galleries, art galleries, craft museums, etc. for people to visit...
As I read, my eyes were so astringent that I could hardly open it, so I threw the book aside, and fell to sleep in a mess.
In the middle of the night, I woke up by the cold air, and I still heard the laughter of the men and women in the neighboring house; I jumped out of the bed and closed the window, but in order to allow the natural air to circulate, I did not close it to death
Of course, I can only continue to listen to their endless love.
Tighten the quilt, bend your body into a ball, insert your hands between your thighs to keep warm
Thinking that I have lived alone in California for many years, I have long been used to sleeping alone; but tonight I am in a foreign land and in a different place, I deeply feel that someone needs to share the same pillow and accompany me; and this person is of course a man!
I hope to embrace him in my dream and keep warm, and I don’t have to have sex...
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Wake up by the chirping of chickens, birds and dog barking in the morning; open your eyes and see that the sun just rising outside the curtains is still shrouded in a thin layer of fog
Put on a jacket, open the door and walk onto the terrace. I suddenly feel the thick water in the air and the fragrant grass leaves.
In the rice fields outside the garden, the seedlings sway in the wind, and the pool is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, the golden morning clouds, Ah...
This Wubu Village name is really appropriate
After breakfast at the inn garden teahouse, I asked the counter for the tourist location and transportation, and planned to take the bus that local people usually take to visit a nearby art gallery.
Although I know that renting a car is more convenient and not expensive, I deliberately decided to do this in order to get along with the local people and not in a hurry...
Go back to the room and put on a more formal dress shirt, wear sunglasses and a hat to protect the sun, and then Xiaoyao set off
There is no air conditioning in the bus, it is hot, but fortunately there are not many passengers
As soon as I got on the road, the breeze blew in from the car window, blew away my hair, and floated on my neck and face, and I could clearly feel it
Looking at the outside of the car, it was green, slowly shaking and moving backwards, while the distant volcanic peaks appeared and disappeared in the lush forests...
The scenery of the countryside makes my heart feel relaxed
The works in the art museum are of very high quality, and the diverse materials and bright colors are very attractive to me. I didn't realize it was there for the whole morning.
What impressed me most was the life of the locals written by the artist, all kinds of dresses and vivid expressions on the face
In particular, the photography series of Bali ethnic dances exhibited in the 1930s presents a very rich and strong dancer style, which makes me particularly moved and fascinated.
After the tour, I was on the edge of the valley, and I could rest and rest on the pavilion with a view of the countryside. When I was sipping cold drinks on the railings, two young Western men, like travelers, looked at me, stared for a while, and then came to chat with me; asked something boring (where did you come from...?)
(How long does it take to stay in Bali…?)
And (Do you like the artwork on display...?)
It's boring like that
No matter how simple I answered, I was too lazy to ask back, I was deliberately or unintentionally showing my indifference, and I just watched the scenery by myself
When the two men met, I always looked away. They didn't think it was very meaningful, so they walked away with tact.
Actually, I was idle, so it should be natural for me to come forward to chat and chat; unfortunately, these two men are both blonde and blue-eyed Western men
At this time, I was only curious about the locals, but I was not interested in men of other races at all.
Perhaps it was because of this idea in my mind that I accidentally met a Bali man that afternoon, which also became the first time I had a close relationship with a male prostitute in my life?!
This is how things happen...
During lunch at the art gallery, I found from the tour guide that the place is only two kilometers away from the fog, and there is a very flat path to access. I decided not to take the bus and instead walk back to the village on foot, so as to enjoy the local pastoral scenery along the way.
Although the sun shines brightly in the afternoon, there is still a gentle mountain breeze; while the path passes through the fields, the stone pavement extends under the shade of trees, and it is cool everywhere, without feeling the heat at all.
While enjoying the scenery and experiencing the atmosphere of nature, we have arrived at the edge of Wubu Village without realizing it, and there are scattered families gathering in the alleys in the dense forest...
The mud carved walls of traditional Bali houses, exquisite carved beasts at the entrance of the door yard, and flower plates for worshiping ghosts and gods on the stone steps are attracting my attention
The children's play and play in the alleys are rising and falling, and a few of them are holding up painted kites flying in the fields, competing with each other, adding a lot of fun to the islanders' lives.
I saw a man and a woman walking out of a door yard not far away, and stopped at the door to talk.
A beautiful blonde Western girl wearing Bali clothing; and a local man with long hair and black beard, looks very familiar
I stopped to observe and then I realized that on the way back to the inn from the massage parlor last night, I squatted at the entrance of an art store and said hello to me. Ha Luo~!
The young man with long hair is him!
At that time, I was determined to go back to the inn, ignoring the hawker who thought he was just a selling stuff. Now, I found that he was wearing a white shirt and a black valong, full of elegant temperament and looked quite handsome!
A motorcycle driven by a young man drove out of the door, and the blonde sat down on it; the long-haired man handed her a plastic bag probably filled with wax dyed cloth. The two nodded to each other and waved goodbye.
After watching her go away, the man did not turn around and enter the door, but turned around and looked at me.
Driven by curiosity, I came boldly and saw him curling up and greet me with a smile: Ha Luo!
I was even more sure that he was the man he met on the street last night, and also said to him: Hai!
With a sound, then go to the British and Chinese (Japanese?)
Wen Bing Chen's door sign looked at
It says Chunxiang Yiting, which is another poetic name!
The long-haired man spoke in a string of Japanese and didn't know what to say, as if he invited me into the room, and waved his hand to signal the door.
I shook my head and said in English that I was not a Japanese, so he changed his words and said sorry, explaining the reason why Japanese and Chinese look close to each other and it is difficult to distinguish. As for the Chunxiang Art Pavilion, it is a studio with a garden teahouse, dedicated to displaying wax dyeing, carving and other artworks.
Beautiful lady, would you like to come in and visit for a while? You don't have to buy anything... He said
Unexpectedly called the beautiful lady, I smiled happily, nodded, and walked into the hurdle with him.
Seeing the little boy chasing in the front yard, the old woman beside the thatched pavilion greeted me with a smile; happily and reassuredly walked through the bush path and came to the pond facing two thatched huts and gardens. A four-corner bamboo pavilion with straw mats and mats can make people lean on their pillows and enjoy the scenery leisurely
The long-haired man led me to the pavilion and sat on the shop. He politely asked me to wait a moment, saying that he would come back soon, and then walked into the hut covered with a row of wax dyed cloth under the eaves.
I looked around the sun and the shade of the trees, and the green colors and bright red flowers and plants were everywhere, while the swaying light and shadow of the banana and bamboo leaves were even more quiet.
Although I was the only one in the garden, I didn't feel uneasy. On the contrary, I felt very pleasant; I was in a relaxed mood while waiting.
After a while, a girl came over with a tea tray and invited me to drink frozen lemongrass tea
Thanks to her, I adjusted my posture and sat half leaning on the pillow. When I picked up the "Bali Island Folk Art" from a stack of books and newspapers next to the coffee table, I saw that there was a book "Japanese Spring Painting" and a magazine under it called "Southeast Asia's Fragrance Journey"!
I couldn't help but open "Japanese Spring Painting"; pages of man and woman's intertwined paintings came into my eyes, causing me to breathe rapidly and my heartbeat to accelerate
I was afraid of being discovered and closed it immediately, but I picked up "The Journey to Seek the Fragrance" with curiosity. I didn't care that the photo of a Thai girl who was almost naked and danced with a big erotic dance on the cover, and rushed to the chapter of Bali and quickly read under the column of "Men's Looking for Women and Women Looking for Men"
Only then did I realize: There are many local men on Bali Island calling out to the Western women along the street. Halo!
Chat up
In fact, they are male prostitutes who provide accommodation and escorts to female tourists; but the main targets of Western women have also been the transformation of tourists in recent years, and the number of female tourists in Japan has expanded its service scope, including Oriental women!
"Ah~! Oh my God... Could this young man with long hair and beard be a prostitute? Then, isn't this "Chunxiang Yiting" just a brothel...? And last night, accompanied a Japanese woman in the neighboring house of the inn, she was slightly fat but very strong, and the man with a ponytail was also a rosy...?"
The book also says: Most Western men who try to find women can find prey in vacation hotels or beachfront wine shops where tourists gather; while female guests who want men to accompany them can also choose suitable people from local men who take the initiative to greet them.
Especially, the male prostitutes who work in this industry on the island have amazing bed skills, which makes women fully satisfied, and have many artistic temperaments, which is the main reason why women from all over the world are flocking to them!
After reading this passage in a hurry, I went to the following to talk about the extremely low charges for male prostitutes in Bali: Even if they spend all day, they are only about ten dollars, which is really cheap...!
My heart thumped, and my mouth was dry and my tongue was dry. I quickly grabbed the lemon tea and took a big sip before putting the book down, and didn't dare to read it again
Then, adjust your posture very uneasy on the bed, and want to sit more comfortably
But because I was wearing a light purple, thin one-piece dress when I went out today, I was stuck too tightly by the narrow skirt and didn't know how to bend my legs and put them on. After all, I just couldn't sit still
I had to pull the skirt up to my waist to expose more thighs, and leaned to the side and leaned back into the pillow cushion to feel a little more comfortable
At this time, the long-haired man walked up with a stack of wax dyed cloth, took off his shoes and layed on the top, knelt beside the coffee table, spread the fabric one by one, and showed it to me.
I had long been unable to concentrate on the beautiful patterns of flowers in front of me, birds soaring, and branches and leaves; what appeared in my mind was the scene of myself and him having sex on the pavilion!
While explaining the wading, the man looked into my eyes deeply, which made me even more uneasy. He moved my body on the pillow cushion; and shyly pulled the lower edge of the narrow skirt, trying to cover the thighs that exposed the pantyhose.
Even what did he ask?
I didn't hear it clearly, I just lowered my head and pursed my lips. I wanted to see him, but I was so timid that I couldn't lift my eyes.
And I was very scared, afraid that the man had already found out that I had read the books and newspapers scattered beside the coffee table.
Miss, my name is Dayang. Your name is...? He asked me with a smile
I have to answer: Kim...Kim Boli... I pursed my lips before I dared to look at the man in front of me
His dark skin sets off his bright eyes, his long hair is like a waterfall, and he naturally droops his shoulders. Under his erect nose, his beard slightly covered his lips and highlights the whiteness of his teeth. It makes me feel moved at first sight.
When his slender fingers rubbed on the thin wax dye, telling the light texture of the fabric, I felt that the hand was also stroking my skin, causing my whole body to tremble, and even my crotch was wet!
Is it because the sun is too strong and it feels hot...?Kimberie...? Dayang asked with concern
Oh! No... I just thought it was a little brighter...
I responded anxiously, wiping the sweat from my forehead, wanting to pick up a magazine and fan myself, but I am afraid that Dayang will notice the pile of books and newspapers and dare not take action
I had to pull the front closure of the dress to cool my chest, fold my arms, and hook the sleeveless shirt on my shoulders and the bra straps to prevent sweat from sticking to the point!
But all the movements were seen by Dayang. He quickly crossed his knees and smiled at me and said: Let's go into the hut opposite...! There... it's cooler... He bent over and pulled me up from the pillow
Inside the house...?
I asked uneasyly, and at the same time I knelt up and moved to the edge, stretched my feet into my shoes
When Dayang held his hand and walked along the stone road to the hut, his heart kept pounding, just because he had always believed that the most filthy and dirty thing in the world was selling himself as a prostitute and prostitute.
The act of using sexual organs as tools for making money, giving out the body to people who are a raw Zhang Shuwei, being inserted and pulled out, and having to let the semen from unknown origins spill into the private holes is really shameful!
It is enough for men to go to prostitutes to be buried, but isn’t it even more shameless for women to go to bed with male prostitutes?
But!
But I had to ask again that last night in the massage parlor, I had to rely on Jiji to satisfy my urgent physiological needs with bare hands, and I couldn't even touch my organs. After nightfall, I heard the love voices of men and women in the neighboring house, and I couldn't sleep.
And this kind of discomfort is truly true, comparable to the torture and torture suffered by lacking male comfort for many years, and it is not that you can be deceived by a moral lesson and pretend that it does not exist!
Since Dayang treats me diligently today, and his youthfulness and beauty deeply attracts me; and now I have come to Bali alone in the horizon of the cape. Even if I have done anything, I will not know anything. I will never know anything that anyone I know can know!
But if I am still limited to my moral concepts or psychological barriers and have no bold acceptance of challenges, wouldn’t I regret it again because of my missed encounter?
Seeing that the stone road had reached its end, the mud in my mind had not yet been clarified; I had to bite the bullet and thicken my face, and said uneasy: Da...Dayang...! I...I...I...I want to tell him that I was not prepared in my heart
Kimberly, don’t worry, I know everything well, and you are beautiful and cute... Dayang held my hand as if he saw through my heart, gently kissed the back of his hand, and lifted up the curtain of the hut to lead me into...
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Due to the large light difference, I couldn't see the room clearly. I could only see a wide low bed in the dark, covered with large and small pillows with navy blue wax dyed cloth; a lit ray of fragrance was placed on the side of the bed.
Until I got used to the dimness, I found that except for a bamboo curtain penetrated by the sun and a half-open window in the house, the other walls and tables were hung on the table, displaying various Bali woodcuts and statues of gods and ghosts.
A faraway sacrificial platform also enshrines a statue of Buddha wearing feathers and monsters. He surrounded by four turtles with heads raised, and his face was like a human and lion, showing a ferocious expression, which made this unknown hut space full of mysterious colors.
Ah! I... don't know how to speak, let alone how to face men
It was not until he closed the door, turned around and put his arms around my waist, and held his chin with one hand, as if I had waited for me to close my eyes and accept his kiss that I opened my eyes wide and tried out: I was so scared to be edifying...! The room is dark and dizzy... there are so many... demons and ghosts...!! This...
Most of them are patron saints! Come on, look... Dayang pulled me closer to a statue and explained: Don't look at its fierce face, it is actually to scare away evil ghosts and bless men and women in love... What a god...!
Oh ~!? Then... I glanced at the big bed and stutteredly wanted to ask him: "That... does it bless us... to make love..." But I couldn't ask, just leaned my body close to him
Dayang sniffed on my hair and whispered in his ear: Kimberly, really, you are so cute!
Then he naturally hugged me in his arms and continued to ask: Do you want to... go to bed and let the gods bless you?
Ah~?I... I couldn't speak, I just felt Dayang's burning hands holding on my waist, like thousands of strands of scattered emotions pouring out instantly like a torrent of scattered heart
But I... am still very scared...!
The excuse of screaming is nothing more than to cover up one's true fear; is it clean to fear Dayang and everything in the hut?
Are there billions of bacteria and pathogens that are full of contagious diseases and filthy burials...?
I am afraid that I have never had any experience with a man in this kind of industry. Once I quit, I will become addicted in the future and cannot extricate myself...
I am also afraid, afraid that my figure is so poor that Dayang, who has seen countless people, will be attracted to him?
Would you like to make love with me...?
Can he... understand the heart of a woman who travels alone from a distant horizon, and understand the desire to need a soul mate...?
Or do you only think of me as a lewd woman who cannot bear the torture of sexual hunger and thirst and has to find a male prostitute to satisfy her physical desires...?
No! No! How terrible and sad this is!
But what can a person who is afraid and longs for needs do except praying to the gods...?
What choice do I have to choose besides nodding and praying that I can accept His protection and love like a Bali woman...?
Will it be? Even I... He will bless you...? I nodded and shook my head, and asked with great urgency
Well! I will teach you!, teach you to please him, and he will bless you... Dayang answered very affirmatively
Although my body was extremely tired, after massage, smearing volcanic ash and bathing with petals, the acupoints were completely opened, and the muscles and muscles were relaxed, which could be said to be quite comfortable; but my mind was still constantly spinning: I recall the appearance and body of every man I met today; of course, it also includes Jiji's penis that I only touched but didn't really see!
The men who appear in their minds are surrounded by sarongs, so that the protrusion of the vagina is always not very obvious
I turned left and right and couldn't sleep; I looked at my watch again and it was already late at night.
Suddenly, people heard voices coming from outside the house; I got out of bed and lifted the curtain to peek, and saw a man, two women walking back to the next hut, with Japanese squirting in laughter
I couldn't see their faces clearly, so I could only recognize: the woman with long hair was short and tall. From the appearance of the two, they could be sure that they were Japanese female tourists; and the man with hair tied into a ponytail and sagan was very strong, probably a local man who knew Japanese?
They entered the house and still laughed loudly; later, the voice of the speech turned into a woman's roar, the man's roared, and giggled from time to time, and incoherently shouted and screamed. At first, I knew it was a lewd voice of a man and a woman going to bed, and the sound was sometimes high and sometimes low, which made me unable to sleep. On the one hand, I felt very annoying, but I was also excited because I couldn't help but fantasize about the scene where the three of them had fun.
I had to open my bag and take out the pocket book "Bali and Mist Cloth Tour Guide" I bought in the afternoon. I lay half-lying in bed and read it listlessly. I thought about what I could go there in the next few days and what should I do...?
The book introduces the living customs, residences, buildings, festivals, and artistic characteristics of the locals, and has many illustrations and photos. It also describes the scenery of the fog cloth in detail: including galleries, art galleries, craft museums, etc. for people to visit...
As I read, my eyes were so astringent that I could hardly open it, so I threw the book aside, and fell to sleep in a mess.
In the middle of the night, I woke up by the cold air, and I still heard the laughter of the men and women in the neighboring house; I jumped out of the bed and closed the window, but in order to allow the natural air to circulate, I did not close it to death
Of course, I can only continue to listen to their endless love.
Tighten the quilt, bend your body into a ball, insert your hands between your thighs to keep warm
Thinking that I have lived alone in California for many years, I have long been used to sleeping alone; but tonight I am in a foreign land and in a different place, I deeply feel that someone needs to share the same pillow and accompany me; and this person is of course a man!
I hope to embrace him in my dream and keep warm, and I don’t have to have sex...
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Wake up by the chirping of chickens, birds and dog barking in the morning; open your eyes and see that the sun just rising outside the curtains is still shrouded in a thin layer of fog
Put on a jacket, open the door and walk onto the terrace. I suddenly feel the thick water in the air and the fragrant grass leaves.
In the rice fields outside the garden, the seedlings sway in the wind, and the pool is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, the golden morning clouds, Ah...
This Wubu Village name is really appropriate
After breakfast at the inn garden teahouse, I asked the counter for the tourist location and transportation, and planned to take the bus that local people usually take to visit a nearby art gallery.
Although I know that renting a car is more convenient and not expensive, I deliberately decided to do this in order to get along with the local people and not in a hurry...
Go back to the room and put on a more formal dress shirt, wear sunglasses and a hat to protect the sun, and then Xiaoyao set off
There is no air conditioning in the bus, it is hot, but fortunately there are not many passengers
As soon as I got on the road, the breeze blew in from the car window, blew away my hair, and floated on my neck and face, and I could clearly feel it
Looking at the outside of the car, it was green, slowly shaking and moving backwards, while the distant volcanic peaks appeared and disappeared in the lush forests...
The scenery of the countryside makes my heart feel relaxed
The works in the art museum are of very high quality, and the diverse materials and bright colors are very attractive to me. I didn't realize it was there for the whole morning.
What impressed me most was the life of the locals written by the artist, all kinds of dresses and vivid expressions on the face
In particular, the photography series of Bali ethnic dances exhibited in the 1930s presents a very rich and strong dancer style, which makes me particularly moved and fascinated.
After the tour, I was on the edge of the valley, and I could rest and rest on the pavilion with a view of the countryside. When I was sipping cold drinks on the railings, two young Western men, like travelers, looked at me, stared for a while, and then came to chat with me; asked something boring (where did you come from...?)
(How long does it take to stay in Bali…?)
And (Do you like the artwork on display...?)
It's boring like that
No matter how simple I answered, I was too lazy to ask back, I was deliberately or unintentionally showing my indifference, and I just watched the scenery by myself
When the two men met, I always looked away. They didn't think it was very meaningful, so they walked away with tact.
Actually, I was idle, so it should be natural for me to come forward to chat and chat; unfortunately, these two men are both blonde and blue-eyed Western men
At this time, I was only curious about the locals, but I was not interested in men of other races at all.
Perhaps it was because of this idea in my mind that I accidentally met a Bali man that afternoon, which also became the first time I had a close relationship with a male prostitute in my life?!
This is how things happen...
During lunch at the art gallery, I found from the tour guide that the place is only two kilometers away from the fog, and there is a very flat path to access. I decided not to take the bus and instead walk back to the village on foot, so as to enjoy the local pastoral scenery along the way.
Although the sun shines brightly in the afternoon, there is still a gentle mountain breeze; while the path passes through the fields, the stone pavement extends under the shade of trees, and it is cool everywhere, without feeling the heat at all.
While enjoying the scenery and experiencing the atmosphere of nature, we have arrived at the edge of Wubu Village without realizing it, and there are scattered families gathering in the alleys in the dense forest...
The mud carved walls of traditional Bali houses, exquisite carved beasts at the entrance of the door yard, and flower plates for worshiping ghosts and gods on the stone steps are attracting my attention
The children's play and play in the alleys are rising and falling, and a few of them are holding up painted kites flying in the fields, competing with each other, adding a lot of fun to the islanders' lives.
I saw a man and a woman walking out of a door yard not far away, and stopped at the door to talk.
A beautiful blonde Western girl wearing Bali clothing; and a local man with long hair and black beard, looks very familiar
I stopped to observe and then I realized that on the way back to the inn from the massage parlor last night, I squatted at the entrance of an art store and said hello to me. Ha Luo~!
The young man with long hair is him!
At that time, I was determined to go back to the inn, ignoring the hawker who thought he was just a selling stuff. Now, I found that he was wearing a white shirt and a black valong, full of elegant temperament and looked quite handsome!
A motorcycle driven by a young man drove out of the door, and the blonde sat down on it; the long-haired man handed her a plastic bag probably filled with wax dyed cloth. The two nodded to each other and waved goodbye.
After watching her go away, the man did not turn around and enter the door, but turned around and looked at me.
Driven by curiosity, I came boldly and saw him curling up and greet me with a smile: Ha Luo!
I was even more sure that he was the man he met on the street last night, and also said to him: Hai!
With a sound, then go to the British and Chinese (Japanese?)
Wen Bing Chen's door sign looked at
It says Chunxiang Yiting, which is another poetic name!
The long-haired man spoke in a string of Japanese and didn't know what to say, as if he invited me into the room, and waved his hand to signal the door.
I shook my head and said in English that I was not a Japanese, so he changed his words and said sorry, explaining the reason why Japanese and Chinese look close to each other and it is difficult to distinguish. As for the Chunxiang Art Pavilion, it is a studio with a garden teahouse, dedicated to displaying wax dyeing, carving and other artworks.
Beautiful lady, would you like to come in and visit for a while? You don't have to buy anything... He said
Unexpectedly called the beautiful lady, I smiled happily, nodded, and walked into the hurdle with him.
Seeing the little boy chasing in the front yard, the old woman beside the thatched pavilion greeted me with a smile; happily and reassuredly walked through the bush path and came to the pond facing two thatched huts and gardens. A four-corner bamboo pavilion with straw mats and mats can make people lean on their pillows and enjoy the scenery leisurely
The long-haired man led me to the pavilion and sat on the shop. He politely asked me to wait a moment, saying that he would come back soon, and then walked into the hut covered with a row of wax dyed cloth under the eaves.
I looked around the sun and the shade of the trees, and the green colors and bright red flowers and plants were everywhere, while the swaying light and shadow of the banana and bamboo leaves were even more quiet.
Although I was the only one in the garden, I didn't feel uneasy. On the contrary, I felt very pleasant; I was in a relaxed mood while waiting.
After a while, a girl came over with a tea tray and invited me to drink frozen lemongrass tea
Thanks to her, I adjusted my posture and sat half leaning on the pillow. When I picked up the "Bali Island Folk Art" from a stack of books and newspapers next to the coffee table, I saw that there was a book "Japanese Spring Painting" and a magazine under it called "Southeast Asia's Fragrance Journey"!
I couldn't help but open "Japanese Spring Painting"; pages of man and woman's intertwined paintings came into my eyes, causing me to breathe rapidly and my heartbeat to accelerate
I was afraid of being discovered and closed it immediately, but I picked up "The Journey to Seek the Fragrance" with curiosity. I didn't care that the photo of a Thai girl who was almost naked and danced with a big erotic dance on the cover, and rushed to the chapter of Bali and quickly read under the column of "Men's Looking for Women and Women Looking for Men"
Only then did I realize: There are many local men on Bali Island calling out to the Western women along the street. Halo!
Chat up
In fact, they are male prostitutes who provide accommodation and escorts to female tourists; but the main targets of Western women have also been the transformation of tourists in recent years, and the number of female tourists in Japan has expanded its service scope, including Oriental women!
"Ah~! Oh my God... Could this young man with long hair and beard be a prostitute? Then, isn't this "Chunxiang Yiting" just a brothel...? And last night, accompanied a Japanese woman in the neighboring house of the inn, she was slightly fat but very strong, and the man with a ponytail was also a rosy...?"
The book also says: Most Western men who try to find women can find prey in vacation hotels or beachfront wine shops where tourists gather; while female guests who want men to accompany them can also choose suitable people from local men who take the initiative to greet them.
Especially, the male prostitutes who work in this industry on the island have amazing bed skills, which makes women fully satisfied, and have many artistic temperaments, which is the main reason why women from all over the world are flocking to them!
After reading this passage in a hurry, I went to the following to talk about the extremely low charges for male prostitutes in Bali: Even if they spend all day, they are only about ten dollars, which is really cheap...!
My heart thumped, and my mouth was dry and my tongue was dry. I quickly grabbed the lemon tea and took a big sip before putting the book down, and didn't dare to read it again
Then, adjust your posture very uneasy on the bed, and want to sit more comfortably
But because I was wearing a light purple, thin one-piece dress when I went out today, I was stuck too tightly by the narrow skirt and didn't know how to bend my legs and put them on. After all, I just couldn't sit still
I had to pull the skirt up to my waist to expose more thighs, and leaned to the side and leaned back into the pillow cushion to feel a little more comfortable
At this time, the long-haired man walked up with a stack of wax dyed cloth, took off his shoes and layed on the top, knelt beside the coffee table, spread the fabric one by one, and showed it to me.
I had long been unable to concentrate on the beautiful patterns of flowers in front of me, birds soaring, and branches and leaves; what appeared in my mind was the scene of myself and him having sex on the pavilion!
While explaining the wading, the man looked into my eyes deeply, which made me even more uneasy. He moved my body on the pillow cushion; and shyly pulled the lower edge of the narrow skirt, trying to cover the thighs that exposed the pantyhose.
Even what did he ask?
I didn't hear it clearly, I just lowered my head and pursed my lips. I wanted to see him, but I was so timid that I couldn't lift my eyes.
And I was very scared, afraid that the man had already found out that I had read the books and newspapers scattered beside the coffee table.
Miss, my name is Dayang. Your name is...? He asked me with a smile
I have to answer: Kim...Kim Boli... I pursed my lips before I dared to look at the man in front of me
His dark skin sets off his bright eyes, his long hair is like a waterfall, and he naturally droops his shoulders. Under his erect nose, his beard slightly covered his lips and highlights the whiteness of his teeth. It makes me feel moved at first sight.
When his slender fingers rubbed on the thin wax dye, telling the light texture of the fabric, I felt that the hand was also stroking my skin, causing my whole body to tremble, and even my crotch was wet!
Is it because the sun is too strong and it feels hot...?Kimberie...? Dayang asked with concern
Oh! No... I just thought it was a little brighter...
I responded anxiously, wiping the sweat from my forehead, wanting to pick up a magazine and fan myself, but I am afraid that Dayang will notice the pile of books and newspapers and dare not take action
I had to pull the front closure of the dress to cool my chest, fold my arms, and hook the sleeveless shirt on my shoulders and the bra straps to prevent sweat from sticking to the point!
But all the movements were seen by Dayang. He quickly crossed his knees and smiled at me and said: Let's go into the hut opposite...! There... it's cooler... He bent over and pulled me up from the pillow
Inside the house...?
I asked uneasyly, and at the same time I knelt up and moved to the edge, stretched my feet into my shoes
When Dayang held his hand and walked along the stone road to the hut, his heart kept pounding, just because he had always believed that the most filthy and dirty thing in the world was selling himself as a prostitute and prostitute.
The act of using sexual organs as tools for making money, giving out the body to people who are a raw Zhang Shuwei, being inserted and pulled out, and having to let the semen from unknown origins spill into the private holes is really shameful!
It is enough for men to go to prostitutes to be buried, but isn’t it even more shameless for women to go to bed with male prostitutes?
But!
But I had to ask again that last night in the massage parlor, I had to rely on Jiji to satisfy my urgent physiological needs with bare hands, and I couldn't even touch my organs. After nightfall, I heard the love voices of men and women in the neighboring house, and I couldn't sleep.
And this kind of discomfort is truly true, comparable to the torture and torture suffered by lacking male comfort for many years, and it is not that you can be deceived by a moral lesson and pretend that it does not exist!
Since Dayang treats me diligently today, and his youthfulness and beauty deeply attracts me; and now I have come to Bali alone in the horizon of the cape. Even if I have done anything, I will not know anything. I will never know anything that anyone I know can know!
But if I am still limited to my moral concepts or psychological barriers and have no bold acceptance of challenges, wouldn’t I regret it again because of my missed encounter?
Seeing that the stone road had reached its end, the mud in my mind had not yet been clarified; I had to bite the bullet and thicken my face, and said uneasy: Da...Dayang...! I...I...I...I want to tell him that I was not prepared in my heart
Kimberly, don’t worry, I know everything well, and you are beautiful and cute... Dayang held my hand as if he saw through my heart, gently kissed the back of his hand, and lifted up the curtain of the hut to lead me into...
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Due to the large light difference, I couldn't see the room clearly. I could only see a wide low bed in the dark, covered with large and small pillows with navy blue wax dyed cloth; a lit ray of fragrance was placed on the side of the bed.
Until I got used to the dimness, I found that except for a bamboo curtain penetrated by the sun and a half-open window in the house, the other walls and tables were hung on the table, displaying various Bali woodcuts and statues of gods and ghosts.
A faraway sacrificial platform also enshrines a statue of Buddha wearing feathers and monsters. He surrounded by four turtles with heads raised, and his face was like a human and lion, showing a ferocious expression, which made this unknown hut space full of mysterious colors.
Ah! I... don't know how to speak, let alone how to face men
It was not until he closed the door, turned around and put his arms around my waist, and held his chin with one hand, as if I had waited for me to close my eyes and accept his kiss that I opened my eyes wide and tried out: I was so scared to be edifying...! The room is dark and dizzy... there are so many... demons and ghosts...!! This...
Most of them are patron saints! Come on, look... Dayang pulled me closer to a statue and explained: Don't look at its fierce face, it is actually to scare away evil ghosts and bless men and women in love... What a god...!
Oh ~!? Then... I glanced at the big bed and stutteredly wanted to ask him: "That... does it bless us... to make love..." But I couldn't ask, just leaned my body close to him
Dayang sniffed on my hair and whispered in his ear: Kimberly, really, you are so cute!
Then he naturally hugged me in his arms and continued to ask: Do you want to... go to bed and let the gods bless you?
Ah~?I... I couldn't speak, I just felt Dayang's burning hands holding on my waist, like thousands of strands of scattered emotions pouring out instantly like a torrent of scattered heart
But I... am still very scared...!
The excuse of screaming is nothing more than to cover up one's true fear; is it clean to fear Dayang and everything in the hut?
Are there billions of bacteria and pathogens that are full of contagious diseases and filthy burials...?
I am afraid that I have never had any experience with a man in this kind of industry. Once I quit, I will become addicted in the future and cannot extricate myself...
I am also afraid, afraid that my figure is so poor that Dayang, who has seen countless people, will be attracted to him?
Would you like to make love with me...?
Can he... understand the heart of a woman who travels alone from a distant horizon, and understand the desire to need a soul mate...?
Or do you only think of me as a lewd woman who cannot bear the torture of sexual hunger and thirst and has to find a male prostitute to satisfy her physical desires...?
No! No! How terrible and sad this is!
But what can a person who is afraid and longs for needs do except praying to the gods...?
What choice do I have to choose besides nodding and praying that I can accept His protection and love like a Bali woman...?
Will it be? Even I... He will bless you...? I nodded and shook my head, and asked with great urgency
Well! I will teach you!, teach you to please him, and he will bless you... Dayang answered very affirmatively
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