The Stranger of Shifen

Blonde Woman Standing Near Rocks

I looked through the pathways that made up the Pingxi area, Shifen Old Street.  I could see the Shifen railway station, its tracks remained behind and unchanged as they trailed through the peaceful village. They remained as a memory to how they were used to transport coal to the surrounding areas. The locals would walk safely cross the tracks almost as if they weren’t there. It was a quiet reminder of how times had changed since the Japanese had occupied the land.

Everything seemed so surreal, the bustling marketplace which was situated all around the station sold handcrafted goods, tourist memorabilia, delicious foods and xiaochi snacks to hungry travellers and locals. I continued to walk to the Shifen Waterfall which was just 25 minutes away. As I walked I remembered the photos I saw of the Sky Lantern Festival, people from all over the world would visit to write down their secrets hopes and aspirations on a Chinese Lantern which they would release into the sky.

“This feels real”, I thought in my head as I looked around me. I chose a rock and sat down to gather my thoughts. I sat in peace that emerged from a small place within me and I just knew… that it was right.

I thought about the summer, how I knew I had to get out of this city, how I had to take a break from my work and my life. It had been three months since the breakup and it felt like I had moved on but not until recently when I was sitting alone after work in an empty house did I realize how much of an emotional turmoil I was in. I started working longer hours, stopped meeting my friends to avoid all the questions and excused myself of all social gatherings, simply so that I don’t bump into him. Alex.

She had a smile which made the world seem like a better place. Her eyes were blue and reflected the colours around her. The gentle wind swayed her light blonde hair was long and rested on her breasts. Today she had chosen to wear a navy blue floral V-neck dress which tied at her small waist and a pair of brown sandals which complimented her light skin tone.

Just as I was taking in the fresh air and the lovely sound of the waterfall, I thought about how I decided to come to Taiwan. To a place whose culture I’d never learned about, for an experience which I’d never longed but suddenly wanted. I remember using up all of my work leave to come here for a week to relieve myself of all the tension all the worry back home, and just live in a peaceful cottage near Shifen waterfall, just me lost in my own thoughts amidst nature.

Suddenly, a small sound distracted me. I looked over my shoulder to see what it was. At this point, I needed some time to heal, and any disturbance in my mind was met with a resentment that my brain had taught itself to feel ever since I came to Taiwan.

The soft dusky sun was settling behind the falls, and the leaves reflected the dull orange color of the sun’s shy rays. People rarely visited in the evening so I was a little surprised. It was dark and I had to squint my eyes to see who it was. Seemed like a tall broad man and he was walking right towards me. I looked ahead assuming he must be one of the visitors to see the beautiful Shifen and resumed my relaxing state with my eyes closed and breathed in the fresh air, engrossed in my thoughts.

As I opened my eyes, I saw him, the man I’d seen earlier, looking over the Shifen waterfalls as he stood against the railing. He must have heard me because he turned his head around.  The stranger from Shifen.

“Hi,” he said, moving his hands in a gesture that made it seem like he wanted to show something to me. Something about him sparked my interest and I walked up to him.

“Do you see that?” I looked over to where he pointed but all I could see is the cascading water. My face must have shown how puzzled I was because he proceeded to explain.

“I come here every year and you look like you’re new here because, amidst this wonderful beauty, you had your eyes closed.” I frowned because as much as I wanted to deny it, he was right. I was too self-involved to realize how beautiful nature was around me.

“Look at how beautiful the sun shines on these waters, how amazingly these rocks call this their home, wonderful and splendid, just as nature. We can never truly appreciate this if we don’t get out of our problems and miseries and learn to accept the surroundings around us including ourselves”

 

Shifan, Taiwan
The Waterfalls of Shifen

 

It was wonderful. His tone has a certain smoothness to it, which had my attention instantly. He seemed very genuine and his eyes shone with a delightful misery and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. On occasions, it felt like I saw them share the same attraction that I was feeling towards him but I dismissed it, thinking it must be something that my brain or my hormones were coming up with, considering how handsome he was.

We talked some more, about nature and random things which never mattered in our lives back home. It was fun, flirtatious and I had never done anything like this. Talk to a stranger about things in a foreign land.

I looked into his face as he was talking, his head tilted charmingly, I couldn’t help but notice how chiseled his face was and how bronze the warm sun made him look. His shoulders were broad and arms something worthy of just grabbing, and pushing closer. I suddenly realized I was really attracted to him. It must have been evident because I caught him staring at my flushed face. He stopped talking and looked at me intently. We both knew what we were feeling. My heart was beating so hard and so fast I was so sure that I was skipping beats. It had been long since a man looked at me like that and brand erotic feelings inside me just like when I read Singapore Adult Stories. I and Alex had lost our spark long before we ended anyway. I smiled hesitantly, and he knew what I was thinking.

His gaze moved further down from my eyes to my lips to my breasts as my nipples showed through my shirt. So hard. I knew he was just as attracted to me when I looked down and could see the bulge in his shorts.

I was so embarrassed, yet a little amused. All of this was a little overwhelming. I realized I was probably mixing up things in my head and was almost ready to leave when he slowly grazed his finger along my collarbone and tilted his head towards my neck as if he was going to kiss it.

I stopped right there. I knew I needed to stay. He was far too tempting. I tilted my head back, feeling the rush of electricity in my body with his one touch. Longing for something I knew he longed for too. But there was no kiss, just his warm breath on my neck and his fingers lightly tracing my arm.

“You’re such a tease” I whispered, pulling back, looking straight into his eyes. “What man doesn’t make his intentions clear, and if so, what kind of a man is he, really?”

He looked back at me with his warm hazel eyes. They breathed this fire that I just wanted to be consumed in. My cheeks turned hotter and I realized the cool wind had no effect on me as the dusk broke into darkness. I could feel the tension between us, building. My heart was thudding so loud I bet he could have heard it. Within seconds he leaned down to me and kissed me softly on the lips. My mind was completely empty and all I could think of was how wonderful his lips felt against mine. Within seconds we were furiously kissing, my back against a tree in the shadows of the dusk against the soft murmurs of the waterfall. My face, hot with pleasure. All that fire consuming us. I gasped as I felt his hands move beneath my shirt, feeling me up completely. His hands felt rough against my soft skin, making me want him more. I could feel him move his hands up my skirt, caressing my thighs with a sense of urgency. Like he was holding off just tearing my clothes then and there.

I softly bit his lip and forced my tongue into his mouth as I bit harder. And I knew I’d done it. Driven him wild. He tugged at my panties and within seconds he had his hand between my legs onto my wet slippery slit. His hands felt cold against my sweet spot and I moaned softly in pleasure as he started rubbing, feeling my swollen clit. He stopped for a brief moment and looked at me before he lowered the top of my shirt with his teeth ushering my breasts to fall out, and just as I thought it couldn’t get any hotter, I could feel his mouth on my breasts, suckling on my nipples, softly.

I was so wet, I could feel it run down my thighs. All I wanted was him. All I wanted was this stranger who had me so wild and so driven with lust that I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Let’s go to my room”

He denied. Both of us pulsating with energy.

“I’m going to take you, right here and you’re going to love it” As much as I wanted to refuse, there was a sense of urgency in his voice and a promise which I knew was real.

He picked me up and had me against another tree in seconds. Before I had time to realize what was happening, the man sunk to his knees, revealing me fully between my legs, my head was thrown back as I murmured in delight. My mouth opened wide, gasping as he touched me gently. His fingers softly rubbing me in circular motions, just how I would often lie in bed and touch myself in those warm lonely nights after the breakup. I whimpered as the cold breeze blew at me combined with the warmth of his hands.  Within seconds my top was off and so were his clothes. He rubbed his erect penis along the length of my wet slit as I moaned some more. His hand reached up to cup my breasts as the other grabbed my buttocks and suddenly he was on his knees again. His head moved in closer towards me and I threw my leg over his shoulder, spreading myself open for him. He grabbed me harder. I grabbed his hair.

“Oh fuck yes baby. Lick it there, oh yes.”

His tongue felt so good, warm as his face was deep inside my wet slit. “Oh fuck baby that’s good,” I said, looking down to see him busy, eating me out like a thirsty boy.

“Put your fingers in.”

He did as I ordered, and I moaned louder. And before I knew it I’d cum in his mouth. He came back up and kissed me harder. Making me taste myself, telling me how sweet I tasted. I wanted more. One look into his eyes and I knew he wanted it too. I took him to the edge of the bed and before I could do anything else, he had me bent over on the edge of the bed.

He leaned in against my back and brought my hands together behind me. His lips brushed my ears as he said

“Hey you, I’m going to fuck you. And baby, you’re gonna love it”

I didn’t even think twice before I moaned in agreement. I felt his shaft slide inside me slowly as he cupped my breasts with the other hand, his other hand rubbing my clit as he pushed himself in as deep as he could and left me breathless and asking for more. He held on to me as he thrust harder me crying out loud, moaning and gyrating against him.

I pushed back, slamming myself against him as he was buried deep inside me hearing him gasp as he felt himself get deeper and deeper every time, lifting his hips to meet me with my every stroke, his hands on my hips now, pulling me closer towards him.

I felt his hands on my clit, rubbing furiously as he was taking me from behind and I could feel myself nearing climax. One more push and I was lost, go into a whole different world screaming as with one final slam, my orgasm washed over me, the muscles of my pelvis and my thighs, tightening with delicious pleasure and me trembling and shaking as my legs tightened around him.

I could hear his knees relaxing, his grip on me getting softer and his sweaty chest against my back and as soon as I had whirled out of the suddenness that my orgasm had brought with itself, I realized he was just as spent as I was. For hours we lay there, both of us on the ground, with our clothes hastily pulled over to avoid a public confrontation, secretly amused with the wetness between our legs.

I was the first to leave. With one last kiss and one long look, he was just as strange as the waiter across the dining table next morning as I found myself, engrossed in his thoughts, the Stranger of Shifen.

 

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A Taste of Paradise at Guguan Hot Springs, Taiwan

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Meeting Elvina was the most incredible thing I can remember. Of all the girls I loved, she was the one which was sensual, sophisticated and had a voluptuous body. She was a girl that I was content to spend all of my money to win her over. Yet, she wanted to do that for me instead. I knew she was mine from the way we shared nude hot pictures on social media. We could spend sleepless nights chatting without regret. I was too shy, I could not send her totally naked pictures of myself. But she did. I never knew she was serious about this affair.

Her invitation to meet her was at least two days old. I had been so busy of late that I had not had time to log in my Facebook account. It felt both enticing and surprising as I lingered through her lines with pleasure “Please don’t let me down honey. I would be delighted to spend a whole night with you and offer you everything I have. I can hire a small room that accommodates just the two of us. I love you. I have everything needed to create a place for you in my heart. How would you feel about having my body for a whole night?” All the good nights she had been wishing with me were now becoming a reality. This was certainly going to be good. My mad longing to touch her perfectly toned body welled up in me. I was expecting something to transform me. The love I had accumulated for all that time was going to prove itself in this single night a strange adventure. The deadline was approaching. I had to prepare so fast to meet Elvina, the girl I had admired with all my strength. I was in Africa, She was in Asia. But she wanted to have me. We were going to meet in Taiwan, a country I had long ago read in history.

It was off course a long but enjoyable flight. I had been dreaming of arriving. Finally, I was there. As the plane landed nearer, I could see that all my life belonged to this land. She had been tirelessly waiting for hours, she had personally spent her own resources to meet me and I had finally arrived. I stepped delicately out and saw someone who looked exactly as the pictures she had sent. But for the entire one year something had been hiding from my sight. She had gently curved hips which fit snuggly into her miniskirt, her boobs were perky as they peeked out from the top of her singlet top which I desired to touch. Her body was slender and dainty. I felt too shy to hug her in the airport. I had that queer feeling that we did not just match. But the intimate smile she gave me assured me of her love. At long last, I gave up my fears and spread my arms for a hug.

She wanted to spend the night with me, it was the only thing she needed to be sure that I was the one. We got to the car and off we drove. She said there was a reserved place for just the two of us. We had the world before us and we were going to prove that the strength of our hearts held together by some formidable force which would be so hard to break. We were on our journey where we were sure of competing in a game that we would both win.

The two creatures combined by some unseen mechanism stepped out of the car carefully into the parking area. I looked around and felt the air of an adolescent boy with his first love. She held my hand tenderly and pointed at the main gate. This place was great, love had finally brought us to Guguan Hot Springs Resort. We took an hour or two getting to know each other to make certain we had finally come together. She hugged me. I didn’t know she had intended a kiss. She smiled and I knew I was hers. We were not yet inside.

Elvina was a tall and sweet looking girl. She had that unique confidence rare in most girls. She was taller than me. She cursed that strange instinct in me that made me think of porn stars when I looked at her face. I visualized her on a bed, already halfway into sex.

The weather at Guguan Springs was comforting, especially with each of us before one another. WI caught her fragrance and felt unstable. She had figured creatively a formular of killing me.

We entered the restaurant and sat oppositely. As she sat down, I could place her at exactly twenty one. Her chest was bulgy enough in her loose blouse that clinged intimately on her succulent body revealing the nipples of her breasts. She made sure I had got a glimpse of her thighs before she finally closed up. But even as she fumbled to close them up, her large deceiving thighs could not come together completely. They remained some inches apart, but not exactly revealing anything exact within. We ate fast. I cannot remember exactly if I felt the taste of that food. But the drink we shared the straw to take made me feel the sweetness of her lips.

Guguan Hot Springs Photo
Photo: Guguan Hot Springs

Dusk was approaching. She rose and stood impatiently. She wanted us to go quickly. She was not prepared to spend such a long time with me doing ‘nothing’. At least, she wanted to do something. Something that could place me and her to the weighing scale and determine who felt the true love for who

I was tired and sleepy but her fragrance awakened my senses. She opened up her mouth for a deep kiss, and I fed her. It was difficult to let go of the two lips. We struggled to suck the best out of the two mouths. She held my face and sat just in a good position to show me something. She caressed my beards and I felt the tenderness of her fingers. She whispered into my ears and all I heard was a feeling, not the words she spoke. She was already on my hairy chest. Downwards, she met a steady dick. But my belt was tight. I heard her scream as she held my penis so tight. She would die with it. Die of love. She was crying genuinely, but without tears. She had kissed with all her might, she struggled with my jeans and finally got it off. The boxer was nothing to her. The instrument she found was just enough for her. She opened her mouth and brushed my dick over her lips tenderly. I could only feel the slow moaning in her voice like a mere vibration of her lips over my dick. I was patient. I held her cheeks. They were smooth and kept my fingers sliding. I migrated downwards to the boobs, to these rounded instruments that I loved. They were hard. Elina was actually going through hell. She had stopped talking. Her moaning had become vigorous. She had remained with her loose bra. But I was not taking her anywhere yet. She screamed and slapped my shoulders in a demanding way. She began to complain and held my hand off the chest. I thought she was protesting. ‘Babe be honest! I need your word! Say your word babe.” She was taking my hand to her hole. It was small. I wondered if surely my dick could penetrate. I sympathized with her. She was still a young girl, but she said she was mature on her website.

Elvina was wet all over her thighs, all the way to the knees. She started begging for it, and I protested. She tried out her luck and in deed, she succeeded. Taking my penis into her hole. Though wet, I felt the heat in the pearl of that vagina. It was an adventure as she started struggling with me, wishing fervently with her body and shouts, but looking at the manner in which she held me, she could not dream of letting me go.

She lay in a good sex position, the traditional style of facing upwards but she modernized it by spreading her legs in the air, such that there was no obstacle preventing me from entering her. She screamed but held my neck tight. I was now used to her screams. But she was genuine in her screaming. She did not mean to pretend as most girls did. Pressure was mounting. She tightened her grip on my neck for about six seconds, then the screams disappeared. She looked at me and the protest in her eyes vanished. She tried to get make me cum, but was unsuccessful with her efforts. But she had another tactic which was unknown to me. Holding me tightly, she moved in the up-down motion till I was sure she had cooled down. But she was looking for a way to push me off. Then suddenly, she screamed loud and threw me away, and the spring of fluid, just like the hot springs outside splashed over my face. I couldn’t believe a girl had such a force. I did not know if she had lost her feeling, but I was still stable. I wiped off the fluid on her thighs and the hole and she did it for my dick. She was fresh again. We were in the field again. This time it was going to be my turn. I was going to work hard. I felt like I was releasing the waters of mv life into her tube but she made certain that my dick was out. With the fullness with which she held it in her hands, she dipped it into her mouth. I started a new chapter in this game. I pumped into her mouth and felt the vitality of her lips. Then she squeezed her lips in a professional way and what I did, whether I intended or not, was to release everything into her mouth. She went on sucking even as my dick fell helplessly.

It was midnight. Elvina took the shortest way possible to take a shower. I drank some juice, I took her tablet and opened the gallery. It was full of videos and photos of her bare body. Because I had already ejaculated, she seemed more pleasant in her pics than she seemed physically. I was again attracted to her. But I did not tell her. I saw an original photo that she had sent to me, her breasts were photoshopped so sexily that it seemed real. This was the picture I had taken as I bordered the plane to Taiwan and sent her. I remembered I had arrived tired and I needed a sleep. But I was not sure if that was what took me there.

Elvina was bored. She did not want to see me asleep. It was like a waste of time and resources. She woke me up with a whisper and a soft brush of her fingers over my face. She was also pressing persistently at my arm and she smelled sweet. My dick was painful for having done a fabulous job some hours ago. But I was a man who could not just afford to leave this girl unsatisfied for the offer she had pledged to last a whole night. I turned around to undress her but she was already naked. She slipped her thigh onto mine and dozed on my chest. She began to snore. She slept. I slept too. Second phase had been postponed.

Morning found us dozing. I could not believe myself having taken a single round with Elvina for a whole night. But I was still there with her. Next we were going to fuck, I would teach her a good lesson. But I had tasted something sweet. A paradise.

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Love at a Sunset of Fort Zeelandia, Taiwan

Cheng-han had crossed the South China Sea to come to Taiwan in search of adventure. He was a tall and unassuming Chinese boy who was mostly quiet but when he spoke everyone would listen. He would talk about going off to unknown lands in search of his destiny, fall in love and marry a princess but his father would laugh at him. You live in your head, boy, his father Chun-hung would always say.

But he had done it. He had run away from the humdrum life of downtown Shanghai and landed in Taiwan, a small exotic island miles into the sea. He had felt the sea breeze, smelled the salt and experienced the unadulterated sunshine on his face.

He was lucky to have landed a job on daily wages as a manual labourer at the newly established Dutch settlement of Fort Zeelandia for it was rare for a civilian to work and live in this military area where locals were hardly seen. It was essentially a port where ships came and went all day; it fascinated Cheng-han to think of faraway lands with their inhabitants. He would often wonder how they lived their lives across the seemingly endless ocean.

The Fort consisted of three layers of walls constructed from Dutch bricks with a bastion on each corner, which seemed daunting to Cheng-han at first, but with time he got used to it. The downtown was outside while inside the fort lay the military and administration center, a church, and garrisons. Cheng-han often crossed downtown consisting of a market to get inside the fort, almost on a daily basis.

It was here that he had his first interaction with the white man; aloof and business-like, most of the Dutch officials were stiff and arrogant, and hardly even spoke to the locals. But Cheng-han was luckier than most; he managed to get repair work inside the cantonment area so he was a common sight heaving bricks to and fro from all over the fort. Even though it didn’t pay much, he was making his way up in the world and never complained.

One of the Dutch officials he did have some interaction with was Hendrik Gerritt, a middle-aged heavily set and tanned army officer who barked orders with precision who knew some Mandarin which served well for basic communication for Cheng-han. The Dutchman developed a particular fondness for the Chinese boy during the two years that passed; in this time Cheng-han was given errands such as delivering of letters and documents from one office to the other. It seemed as if this humble hard working local had earned the trust of his masters and it seemed to suit Cheng-han.

It was January 1634 when the huge fort was nearing its completion that Cheng-han’s life was turned upside down; he was snared from the moment he saw her. It was as if an angel had descended from heaven who smiled upon him. His rush in delivering a letter for Gerritt had knocked over some trunks which blocked his way. He stumbled and was momentarily blinded by the sunlight. When he looked up, he saw a beautiful, golden-haired angel looking down upon him; she was dressed in white and at that moment he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

After spending days awestruck and searching for this angel in vain, Cheng-han was convinced that she as not real. It was only by accident that he found out that she was Gerritt’s only daughter, Adriana and was visiting her father for some time. He could not believe that fate had dealt such a cruel blow; he had fallen in love with the forbidden apple of Eden.

On one fateful day, when he was working in the expansive leafy garden areas of the fort when he saw her alone again. She was leisurely strolling with her white parasol and taking in the sights and sounds. By the looks of it, she seemed lost but Cheng-han was hypnotized by the mere sight of her. As she approached the place he was working, she saw him and upon recognizing a familiar face, she smiled. Cheng-han froze and seemed to have lost all capacity to speak. She came closer and he saw her beautiful eyes; they were as blue as the sea, and he was simply lost in their depth. Suddenly, he realized that he had lingered too long and that it would be seen as inappropriate. He was concerned that he had offended the young lady.

 

Fort Zeelandia Image
Image: Fort Zeelandia Historical Image

 

Destiny had worked its magic. It was as if the entire universe had stopped in that moment. She held out her hand and spoke a musical language he did not understand. But it was music to his ears. For a moment, he struggled but soon gave into the sea of emotions raging in his body. He grasped her tender hand and stood up. Is this love? He asked himself. The touch of her hand was electrifying and he felt sensations he had never in his whole life felt before; his skin tingled, his heart was banging against his chest and he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He had never felt so alive.

She spoke again and it sounded like a question. She then pointed at the stairs leading to the upper portion of Fort Zeelandia which overlooked the sea. I think she is asking me to walk with her, and his legs responded to her voice. He began leading her to the stairs. They climbed together in silence and reached the top just in time for the setting sun. The shades of yellow, orange and red reflected against the darkening sea created the perfect setting for this forbidden romance. No one could imagine such an unlikely love story could unfold in this intimidating Dutch army fort.

He turned to her and in that moment, his heart was bound to hers forever. He reached out and touched her face. Her cheek was soft and he was ashamed of his rough and blistered hands that were soiling this angelic creature. He dropped his hand and hung his head. I am not worthy of her, he thought.

Then he saw a hesitant, white-gloved hand touch his chest. He looked up in surprise. By her expression, she was caught in a struggle of duty and love; her smile was shy and scared. But he took her hand and this gesture encouraged her. She smiled more confidently now and this gave him more courage.

Slowly and gradually, as the sun disappeared into the sea, so did the reluctance of the two lovers. Their souls were mingling and their bodies felt it. He enveloped her in his arms and breathed in her scent. He could feel her trembling and it made him never want to let go. Soon, their hearts were beating as one; they were no longer two bodies, their souls had consummated.

She whispered endearments which he didn’t understand, he narrated odes of her beauty and grace that she couldn’t comprehend. But their love didn’t need interpretation; words were replaced by their limbs and eyes. When he kissed her soft lips, he lost all sense of propriety and wanted to marry her right there and then! He no longer cared about social customs, inappropriateness or even that his life was in danger because of this daring indiscretion.

From that day onwards, this secluded spot of Fort Zeelandia became their secret rendezvous. Every day, Cheng-han would drop everything and hurriedly make his way through the military offices and housing area to the top of the fort. Often, he would wait for her for hours before she could make the proper excuses for her absence and make her way there without suspicion.

Every evening was a reliving of the beautiful sunset of the very day they had fallen in love. Their kisses became more passionate and fervent. Their hands explored more of each other, but they did not dare to go further for the fear of being caught played in their minds. Cheng-han was aroused but did not want to scare Adriana off because he was thought she was too good for him, a lowly manual labourer. Even though his body ached and longed for her, he promised himself that he would not take her virtue without making her his lawful wife.

Now, the days at Fort Zeelandia seemed long and stifling to Cheng-han. He longed for the freedom of the sea with Adriana by his side. The stolen looks and smiles during day time were not enough for him anymore. He wanted to run away for the second time, but this time to make a home with his love. But it seemed impossible, for no one would understand his love for a white woman and he could not dare to speak of it or expect any help from any one.

 

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Photo: Taipei Signal Army, Two Old Dutch Forts

 

Adriana was also anxious all the time. She always feared that someone would see her with Cheng-han and report him to her father and be executed. But her heart was drawn to him as a moth is drawn to a flame. She had never imagined that a trip gloomy forbidding visit to her estranged father in a lonely fort would change her life completely.

She had been taught to look down on ‘yellow men’ but from the moment she saw him toppled over her trunks that fateful day, she knew there was something different about this China-man. She could not understand whether it was attraction or infatuation but this tall, handsome Chinese boy had stolen her heart. He was so tender and sweet; even the way he touched her showed so much respect, something that she could never find in men from her own country. He was courteous but also showered her with so much love that she only in a few days she could not imagine her life without him.

She had longed to escape the dull country life in Gouda which lie in the south of Holland. Even though her uncle had a match waiting for her as soon as she went back home, she felt trapped; even her father would not hear of rejecting her future betrothed Hans, who was a ginger-haired conservative and small minded clerk at the local townhouse. While they did not speak the same language, she knew that even though Cheng-han had no money, he greatly cared for her.

Cheng-han had picked up some Dutch words and was slowly beginning to communicate his concerns to her. She understood his dilemma. But as luck would have it; these innocent unsuspecting lovers were to be as quickly separated by fate as it had brought them together.

Cheng-han was sent to the port of Armosa which lay a few miles outside the fort, a trip that was to take two days because he was to supervise a delivering shipment of Dutch bricks. He hadn’t even had a chance to tell Adriana about his absence and was intuitively worried. Meanwhile, that very morning after his departure, Adriana was dismayed to find out that she was to leave for Holland at dawn the next day! She rushed to their secret meeting place and cried to Cheng-han out to the sea, but in vain. He was nowhere to be found. She thought the worst; they had been found out and that is why she was being sent back. She feared for him and prayed the whole night for his safety. With a heavy heart, she set out for the port and boarded her ship.

As the ship backed away from the harbor, she saw a lone figure running towards the dock through her tears from the deck. It was Cheng-han who was crying out to her and pleading with her to come back to him! But alas, it was too late, she saw him jump into the water but being from the mainland he had never learned to swim and several other workers at the dock dived in to retrieve him but he was never found. It was assumed that he drowned under the tides as he looked up through the water he saw her image rippled and disfigured. He wanted to remember the moments they shared with each other and could not live with the sadness of living a life without her. Legend has it, he has turned into a ghost who now haunts the fort of Zeelandia.

And from that moment on, Fort Zeelandia was no longer just a monument of Dutch colonialism; it was an ode to an everlasting love of two innocent souls who were bound in spirit, but sadly, were never to unite in the flesh.

 

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My Perfect Woman at Love River, Taiwan

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I was born to a wealthy Christian family in a town village in Oklahoma, which clung to tradition and values, my life was easy going. I had everything I could hope for. My education was sound which gave me a handsome job with steady income. My marriage took place without first really getting to know my wife the way I would have liked. As time went on, I realized that this was never the dreamy married life I had looked forward to.

The early months of my marriage seemed deceptively lively and full of excitement. It slowly faded off, more like how a baby takes on a new toy and gets bored afterwards. Gradually our lives crept apart, each person locked inside their own world, we were strangers to each other. Somewhere shortly along the course of our lives, our child, a baby girl was born. I vaguely remember the happy faces of my family and somehow, to me, it didn’t mattered. The months that followed seemed ponderous and slow, as if on a march towards nothingness.

Despite all this emptiness I did manage my duties as a father. Both Melissa and I put our efforts to give our child the best of what we could muster, in the face of a fast disintegrating marriage. One and a half years after my baby’s birth, fate dealt a cruel blow. She was stricken down with pneumonia and despite every care we could give, she got worse. Our bundle of joy was fast losing her battle. She passed away one evening in the hospital fighting till her last breath. My wife was inconsolable having lost the only thing she really cared for. Later that night, strangely, I sobbed myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning hit with the pain of realization. I knew with a strange certainty that I had to save my marriage, and I needed my wife back in my life, and it had to be now. I knew that despite everything I needed her more than anything else in this world and I would give anything to get her back. So, for the next few days I started planning desperately how best to do it.

Taiwan is probably the last place any one would choose as a romantic hotspot and more so, especially to save your marriage. Not with its overcrowded streets and the bustle of everyday life. I used to dream about the canals of Venice with the gondolas and the romantic music to set the mood. Love River in Taiwan, I felt was the perfect place to experience all that and maybe more in a truly Oriental way. Suddenly everything began to fall in place. I knew what I was missing this whole time. I never did try to understand her nor her feelings all these years. It saddened me and I had to make immediate amends.

I broke the news to her one week later, after I had all the travel and hotel reservations done. I took the chance somehow feeling confident she will not say no. I was right and was obviously relieved. She seemed strangely unemotional though, about the whole thing. I couldn’t blame her. Our flight was in the morning and when we reached the airport which was slightly less then 3 hours by road, everything seemed to be coming back. She was still expressionless.

It was going to be a long journey. It was all the way to Hong Kong via LA, and from Hong Kong another one and a half hour. All together it would take slightly more then a day. I looked forward to being with her all this time, close to her and maybe look at her, the way I never looked these two years.

I imagined how much she needed me in a place where no one knew who we were. I thought that when we got back to the hotel how easy it would be to caress her face and hold her warm body up against mine. The feeling of her round breasts, pushed up against my chest. As she breathes her nipples begin to gently rub against me. I can see down her top, as I gently unbutton her top. I feel her beginning to grind against my jeans. I cup her breast in my hand and begin to suck through her lace bralette. She moans louder, my cock so thick and ready for her body. My heart beat faster as I thought about her.

Our travel was uneventful. We landed in Kaohsiung in the morning. It was a Sunday and being a holiday, it was crowded. Taiwan is never the best place to drive or to be driven. People are in such hurry and the last thing they obey, are the traffic rules. The place is overcrowded and for a moment I panicked on my decision to come here. We checked into one of the well known Hotels within a comfortable proximity to Love River.

The room was luxurious to say the least with a resplendent looking king bed and a spacious bathroom. I asked her to freshen up while I scanned the streets from the balcony. I could start off with a stroll along the river and maybe visit the pubs and restaurants by the road side. She came out from her bath draped in her robe and for the first time I noticed how beautiful she was. I looked up all the way from her dainty toes to her beautifully toned calves and up her shoulders and to her shoulder length deep brown hair, now wet and clinging around her head. Her hands and fingers seemed so perfect and sculpted.

She began to rub moisturising lotion on the bottoms of her legs, she rubbed it heavily into her thighs. I could feel an erection swell between my legs, I often loved to watch her. I imagined parting her thighs apart with my hands and massaging her inner thighs. I would place more lotion on my hands, I would massage around her vagina until she became wet. She would grab onto my waist and ask me to enter her. I would not yet give her what she wants. I would pin her arms up, and take off her panties. My hand would slowly begin massaging her warm and wet vagina. She would frantically grab at my hand for insertion, but I would lean in forward and begin to lick her out. I would lick all her juices and demand she needed to give me more. She caught me staring at her, I tore my eyes away and headed for the bathroom.

I was slightly panting and strangely excited. I finished relieving myself and had a bath. I came out to see her dressed in a pair of jeans and polo. I too dressed up and together we moved out to the streets. It was nearing noon and decided to try out some of the local recipes. Gradually she appeared to relax and speak more freely without the former hint of quiet submission. We ate and we talked at the same time. Our subjects flitted from the strange but lovely dishes, friends, our family and then slowly to our baby. The thoughts of her baby came back to her and I could see her eyes briefly moisten.

After we had finished I took her hand and led her down the street. Keeping to the side beside the river, we walked in silence, close to each other with bodies barely touching. I took her hand gently but firmly in mine. She did not say a word, but moved closer, now with our bodies moving in unison and gently rubbing against each other. She stopped suddenly and looked at my eyes and told me that she wanted to go back to our room now. We turned and for no reason hurried back, almost running, to our room.

No sooner we entered the room and with no further words exchanged, she embraced me tightly and clung to me pressing her whole body to mine, sobbing uncontrollably. I gently lifted her face to mine and without hesitating, kissed her long and deep on her full lips. Our tongues wrestled as I tasted the food we had. Gently biting her lips I sucked her lower lips while she hung on to me desperately. Finally I lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed and I literally dropped myself on top of her

I kissed and rubbed the nape of her neck gently biting her as she moaned with pleasure. Still dressed, I snuggled between her full breasts and biting them through her dress. By this time she was almost trashing with sheer pleasure and we almost tore away our dresses and cuddled into a warm embrace.

All the long years of loneliness seemed to break away replaced with a sudden uncontrollable urge. I made love to her gently at first but with a fiery passion in the end as I spent deep inside her. The moments which followed were probably the sweetest I ever enjoyed all these years. She held me tightly, all the time whispering sweet nothingness in my ear. We stayed in bed holding each other closely as if afraid something may befall the other.

 

Lover River Tourist Photo
Photo: Lover River

 

I slowly got up and planting a kiss on her forehead peered into her big brown eyes and smiled. It was a smile which carried a million expressions of love. She followed me to the bathroom and we took our bath together. I could not remember if there was another time before this that we had our bath together

Later that evening, we sat in the Love River Park drinking tea in one of the outdoor cafes. They played music and we listened to the litany holding hands and lost in our new found world. By late dusk we took a journey along the river overwhelmed by the breathtaking night sights on either side of the river. She snuggled close to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my hand over her shoulder and kissed her on her lips. She seemed so full of joy and happiness.

We decided to find a quiet place along the Love River, nestled between some forestry and the shoreline. I placed down my jacket for us to sit next to each other, I pulled her in close so she could use my body to heat up. I rubbed her shoulders as her shivering body calmed down. She placed her hand on my knee and it began to wander onto the crotch, she began stroking it through my pants. I had one of the biggest erections I had ever had, it sat so uncomfortably in my pants. She said she would take care of it. She unbuttoned my jeans and began running my cock. The precum dripped out as my balls started to become full of cum. I got the precum on my finger and rubbed it into her nipple. Her body relaxed and she rubbed my cock quicker and faster. Strings of cum uncontrollably poured out onto her hand. She was pleased with herself and I felt fully relieved for the first time in a long time.

We finished our boating and walked back to the park, I did not want this day to end so quickly. As we were about to leave, I pulled her close to me and planted a long and lingering kiss on her lips. I dropped to my knees in front of her and pulled up her top and snuggled against her breasts slowly sucking each nipple until they stood upright. I then proceeded down to her lap caressing her calves from under her skirt and then I buried my head between her warm thighs. The musky odor of her sex overpowered my senses as I titillated it with my tongue. Her moans were subdued and then she suddenly grabbed my hair pulling me closer and deeper. She held me like that for a few moments before she relaxed and looked at me for a long time.

Abruptly she got up, took my hand and walked back to our hotel. We had one more long delicious bath enjoying each other’s body to the fullest, exploring every nook and cranny, valleys and dales, seen and unseen. That night it seemed as if we could never get enough of each other. Finally towards the break of dawn we drifted off to sleep.

We got up late in the morning to the sound of our room phone ringing incessantly. It was the voice of a rather anxious front office clerk who seemed to be worried about not seeing us in the morning. I guess she understood when I spoke because I sensed her giggle at the end of the conversation. That day we kept ourselves to our hotel and to ourselves. All the time we had lost had to be made up.

The Love River park was our favorite place. We would sit and talk and talk. Not that we had any particular subject. We really never cared about choosing subjects as long as we could talk to one another. We sat there from morning till evening at times strolling along the river side and visiting each and every shop, not that we wanted to buy anything. We knew all the places we could secretly spend more time together, alone, away from the hustle and bustle of the locals and tourists.

We stayed on for another 3 days, this time taking care to visit the market streets to buy jade jewellery and any other curios we could lay our eyes on. As long as we had each other, we did not really care what we bought and how we spend the time. We took another boating down the river before we started back. This time the boat was all for ourselves and taking care that we spend the time enjoying the lovely sights along the shores not caring for anything else in the world. Within these days we made passionate love countless times, the wetness ran down her legs each time she would think about penetration. I always gave her what she wanted.

As we boarded the return flight and had settled comfortably in my favorite place by the window, I could not but be proud and guilty at the same time. Proud that I finally pulled my marriage back from a precipice and guilty that I never had made an attempt to know how much we loved each other. It took the loss of my precious baby to make me realize.

I looked across to my wife who appeared to have dozed off. Her hair slightly dishevelled, falling over her shoulders, her graceful face full of love and beauty almost made me say aloud, Thank God, it was worth it, the sacrifice was worth it. I looked back to the window staring in to the clouds. She turned her head to me and smiled. Maybe she heard.

 

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Sex Diary: The Ex’s Nickname System Part 2

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Following on from my previous sex diary entry about The Ex’s Nickname System, I’d like to share with you another quote from my book of choice at the moment describing interesting quirks of the animal sexual world:

“The male bison experiences an orgasm so violent that it lifts his hooves off the ground. Female bison, as you might imagine, have very strong backs. Say, you’ve been working out, haven’t you?”

This quip brought me immediately to another nickname, another memory and some more entries in the pages of our collective blackbook. Let’s continue.

Hardboiled Harry – Harry was a gentle giant that liked larger women. This worked extremely well for Harry because as the quip and his name may suggest, Harry liked to work out. I’m not talking about going to the gym to stay healthy and fit. I’m talking about the kind of person that must have their home away from home at the gym. Harry had muscle upon muscle upon muscle. He was as firm as firm can be and had the cutest little head up top of this extremely muscular body-builder physique. It was a good thing he found larger women attractive because as he said “I don’t want to crush someone”. When you’re as firm as a hardboiled egg and have an adorable egg-shaped head your nickname writes itself.

Hobbit – I would imagine for most people that this would be self-explanatory. Hobbits name only came about when Kissy rang me late one night in a panicked hushed whisper “There’s someone knocking at my doooooor!”. As I lived over the driveway I had a visual line of sight direct to her door. Peeking out the window, indeed there was someone standing at her front door but with the poor lighting I couldn’t make out much more than that. “Help!! I need to know who it is because they won’t stop knocking”. Being the faithful wingman I am, I proceeded to rush over to her unit in an attempt to get a closer look. As I trod up the stairs the first thing that came into sight were a pair of giant bare feet underneath very skinny legs, making the feet seem even larger. Not “Oh they’re large” giant but “Oh My God! How huge are those feet?!” giant. As I tried to remain inconspicuous I messaged Kissy simply saying “He has the biggest feet I’ve ever seen, just like a hobbit”. Her reply “Oh that’s Reece, I’ll go let him in”. Truly a momentous moment when a man can be identified simply by the size of his feet.

 

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Photo: Sex Diary: The Ex’s Nickname System Part 2 – Hobbit

 

Do Like Dat – After a particularly rowdy night involving schnapps and SingStar Karaoke on the PlayStation I bumped into Kissy’s new bedroom visitor out on the footpath as I was heading back home. Having already seen his online profile to give him the wingman seal of approval I recognised him right away. He seemed lost and being the helpful drunk I was, I promptly directed him to her front door “Go down the drive…” he started walking off to escape the all-knowing now yelling drunk “Turn left, like that”. Little did I realise the significance of what had just played out.

When asked about how he was the next morning, Kissy said that she’d heard the exchange outside and that his penis must have steered him in. He had a kink in his penis which made it bend strongly to the left. In Kissy’s words “It bent over so far that when I was giving him a blowjob I had to …” as she motioned tilting her head over to her right shoulder and actioning this weird jiggly motion “Do like that. It was the only way to manoeuvre without knocking myself out”.

It would be prudent to touch on here that some of the nicknames that stuck don’t make me proud, and in fact make me cringe a little. For one reason or another, they were usually created from trying to find the right descriptor as certain things were said over morning cups of coffee and pancakes. It could have been as simple as recounting something verbally to try and give the best visual description.

Triple Nipple – he was a lovely English man that enjoyed a good ale and had an endearing sweet nature.  Unfortunately his performance in the bedroom was very sub-par. Bless his soul, he tried. The fact he tried so hard and tried to pretend nothing was wrong made the situation worse for himself. There possibly couldn’t be anything more soul crushing for a man who is with a waiting woman only to find himself with a semi-erect penis. For Triple Nipple it was sadly more flaccid than erect and if only he’d been upfront about it I’d have been willing to have him round again. I pulled every trick from my arsenal that night. Diverting away with more foreplay involving other parts of the body, handing him a toy to use on me whilst assuring him these things happen, whipping out a new cock ring (every lady casual lover needs a stash of new cock rings!), suggesting we take a break, suggesting we try again another night. Triple Nipple persisted and made out like there was no problem. And persisted. And persisted. At one point he tried folding his flaccid penis with its baggy blanket condom attached, into my vagina and was successful enough with that manoeuvre that he blew his load almost instantly. And that was the end of that. Trying to describe to a girlfriend just how nubby and squishy and not exciting his penis was she asked with wide-eyes “Was it like he had a third nipple instead of a penis?”. Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what it felt like.

Get ready for another Sex Diary: The Ex’s Nickname System !

 

About the Author: Alicia is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

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Sexpert is our resident full time sex blogger. Having successfully owned and managed a number of blogs relating to women’s lifestyle, she easily blended into her role as chief blogger of the Adultsmart Blog. She is in a long term relationship with her boyfriend. She also runs Good Girl Guide, a sexual lifestyle blog.
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