Man Shaving Abbs

It can be nerving and a bit scary wielding a sharp razor near your private area, even more when you’re a guy, so if you’re feeling nervous or hesitant about shaving down their then definitely keep reading for some Manscaping information. But why should you remove your manly bush? Maybe  it’s the anxiety and social norm to keep your area smooth and more aesthetically pleasing , maybe it’s what your partner wants or it could the fact that when your pubic hair is gone it makes your erection incredibly larger. You see, When your pubic hair covers up part of the shaft, visually it can seem much shorter but when the hair is gone, the hidden section of the shaft will be revealed and can make your penis look a half inch longer. But, of course you wouldn’t care about that, would you? If you’re still not convinced there are plenty of other benefits that you might not have known about or have heard of before.

A popular reason and important benefit for Manscaping is to the fight on genital hair is simply hygiene purposes. Something not to be forgotten about when it comes to anything genitals really is hygiene. With everything shaved it will be less prone to carrying sweat (so say goodbye to the funky funk in your trunk), it’s easier to keep clean and will stay cleaner for longer which will make your whole area more inviting too. When you’re wearing underwear with a bushy basement then there isn’t much room or oxygen to circulate down there which ultimately means that whatever odours that you do have down there become more pungent and noticeable. Shaving the hair off creates more airflow and a much nicer smelling pubic area.

Manscaping will make your shaft and scrotum look cleaner, but it will be healthier too. Without the obstruction of hair you can take advantage of your newly smooth area to examine your testicles regularly. It’s also peace in mind for your sexual partner/partners; they can be rest assured that they are protected from skin eruptions or unusual bugs. It even gives good evidence that you have nothing to hide down there. It’s not a surprise that even shaving can be considered sexy. Get your partner to help you shave, apply heaps of gel and tease the area with long strokes from the razor. You can even get lathered up with soap in the shower and shave under the warm stream of water for a bit more eroticism.

Photo: Manscaping

A shaved pubic region is much less prone to cuts during sex. Sometimes, when sex involves a hairy penis, the hair gets in the way and causes cuts in the genitals or even condoms. These cuts could be open doorways to infections. Eating a few hairs when you are giving oral isn’t really ideal so it’s important to keep downstairs ready for oral pleasure by keeping it hair free. The average woman will be more willing to tongue-please a shaved ‘johnson’ than a bushy one. So if you want to get really intimate, stay well-groomed down there.

Manscaping is simply more appealing. The benefits of having a shaved pubic area will be apparent straight away. A smooth scrotum begs to be touched. An unusual one and slightly related to another benefit is when shaved your preventing unwanted friction and chaffing in you junk. Because hair stores sweet and gunk it’s possible that it can get really hot and build up friction and possible forming of blisters or burns. Will all these benefits you would think anyone with hair is crazy not to remove it but it’s important to recognize that shaving downstairs has its downsides as well. Some women view men with pubic hair as manly and masculine, so the removal of it could feminise you or make you look like a child down there, which is very unappealing to a lot of people. Also keeping its shaved requires dedication and commitment. You have to keep it up if you want the look and to a lot of people that’s just too much time out of game of thrones to be worth it.

Something that everyone can relate to is when you freshly shave somewhere you essentially unleashing 1000 mosquito bites onto that area. The itching can be unbearable for beginners and people with sensitive skin. Sometimes when you cut it all the way it grows back faster, fuller and thicker. Most importantly is that you have to be careful not to castrate yourself, the balls are a sensitive spot and they do not need a razor poking and cutting down there. Manscaping can also cause razor bumps, allergic reactions, rashes and other uncomfortable side effects. Remember safety is important. So at the end of the day you have to make the choice if you want to be bare down there or have hair to spare. I honestly think having it all trimmed is the safest, most hygienic and simply the easiest to upkeep especially if you have one of those electric razors (less risk of cutting your balls off).

Author: Bronson is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres


How to Find the A-Spot

People using Map

Over the past couple of days I’ve been doing a bit of research on How To Find the A-Spot. Since finding an article about it at home, I’m embarrassed to say I’m a woman and have never heard of this before the other night but at the same time realized I’ve definitely had a few A-Spot orgasms.

How To Find the A-Spot?

The A-Spot is also known as the anterior fornix erogenous zone, AFE and the epicentre. The A-spot is located between the bladder and the cervix. Now a lot of woman might freak out a little bit because of the lengths they may have to go to find it! But if you are feeling uncomfortable, all you have to do is a little bit of research and prepare themselves for the stimulation. Right they should have no problems finding it and once they do they’ll most definitely want to do it again! Ever wondered why some woman squirt or why you yourself may squirt from time to time? Well congratulations, you may found your A-Spot! Because it is right by your urethral sponge which fills with liquid as you’re turned on it will release if you have a female ejaculation.


Female Squirting
Diagram: How to Find the A Spot

How to find the A spot?

Well, firstly you’ll need something with some length to it to find the A-Spot. If you’re a female with a male partner but his penis may not reach all the way back you have a few different options. You may need to make a quick run down to your closest Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centre and look for a couple of sex toys that will help to enhance your sexual lifestyle as well as help you experiment with your erogenous zones.

  • A cock ring can be used to help the blood flow remain in the erect penis keeping it harder and stronger for longer.
    • NU Sensuelle Dual Bullet Cock Rings with added testicle and clitoral bullet.
  • A penis sleeve or penis extender.  Penis sleeve’s and extender’s come in different sizes, textures and materials so maybe have a think about which one you may need before heading over. You can buy a penis extender that is textured on the inside of his pleasure or textured on the outside for the other person’s pleasure.
  • A Penis Enlarger that will pump his cock to a much bigger size.
    • LA Penis Pumps which are the highest quality pumps we have in stock.
    • Bathmate Penis Pumps that works on water.
  • A Vibrator to feel added sexual stimulation.
    • I’ve read a few reviews on the A spot and quite a lot of them are recommending the Lelo gigi as the perfect toy for it and I definitely agree because of the length and the flat curve on the end, it should massage the area quite nicely and we have plenty of them in stock!
    • Fun Factory Patchy Paul G5 for is flexible tip, ridges and easy to use handle.
  • A Dildo to get the hard to reach spots that is more naturally shaped.
    • Tantus brand as they are a trusted company that create hand poured, high quality silicone dildos.
    • Pipedream’s Real Feel Deluxe dildo range which is gentle and hard just like a real cock, with vibrating and suctions functions.
    • Steel or Glass Dildo’s can naturally warm to your body temperature and are long lasting.
  • A Rabbit Vibrator to receive clitoral and internal vibrations
    • Fun Factory By Stronic Fusion which is used hands free and pulsates back and forth whilst massaging the clitoris.

Now once you get home and you’re ready to find this magical spot that’s been waiting to be found for so long I’d recommend searching up some tips on how to find it and the safest ways of finding it, it won’t be very fun for her if you go just that little bit too deep, that’ll just ruin the mood for everyone. I’ve heard having her on top, reverse cow girl or just face to face positions are the best way to hitting the spot and sometimes applying a little bit of pressure to the lower part of the belly may give her some extra sensation. Have fun and be safe!


Romance In Kampong Lorong Buangkok

Small Singapore Village

As I travel to the little village of Kampong Lorong Buangkok for a new project, I’m not expecting much except for friendly neighbors and a cheap place to stay. I don’t expect to learn some life lesson about the importance of living in simplicity or how to be grateful for what I have. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve just heard it countless times, so it kind of loses a little meaning. I’m a journalist for a major travel website, and they wanted a look at the “elusive” kampong.

“Elusive” isn’t the way to describe it, it’s just tiny. There’s about thirty people who don’t do much except live their quiet lives and are content with it. There isn’t some kind of secret or crazy strange society lurking within the bounds of the village. Unfortunately, people just cannot fathom that a “unique” place can be normal, thus I am here, just so they can learn that it’s not exciting, and I can learn nothing.

I get off bus 103 late in the day when the sky starts to glow a salmon color and all the bugs of the night come out to sing and eat me alive, cross the bridge, and follow the road to my new little temporary place.

I’m only a little nervous because these people don’t like everyone bothering them or treating them like animals in a zoo just because they live in the last kampong in Singapore. Why people actually board planes to come here to walk through a village where the most exciting thing you might see is an old person waving at you is beyond me. I get it, it’s still standing strong against all odds and all, but I don’t get why people spend actual money to get here. There used to be tons of floods so they built a canal. That didn’t work. Then someone was going to spend $10 million to create a drainage system, but the government decided the 30-ish residents weren’t worth it and denied it, so now there’s tons of floods again. It’s truly an illustrious history.

A tall, tan man who can’t be more than thirty-five greets me at the Kampong border. I’m surprised that he’s not Singaporean or old like I expected everyone to be here. He’s wearing a t-shirt that appears to have once been gray with khaki cargo shorts that fit him all too well. His body is masculine, with a thick neck and broad shoulders and arms and a smaller waist with strong legs. He walks briskly to me and grabs a couple of bags off my arms.

“Welcome to the village, I’m Peter. I’m your new roommate Follow me.”

A small trickle of sweat drips from my bra down to my jeans, tickling a little as it slides down. The only people who find DD’s to be a ‘blessing’ are the people who don’t have them. Of course I have to be disgusting at this moment. I have a gallon’s worth of under-boob sweat and this poor, strikingly handsome man with the voice that could charm a hundred fishes out of water has to witness it.

“What’s your name?” he asks, guiding me through the little run down Kampong.

“Arielle.” I say.

All the houses have open gates and open doors. A small older lady waves and Peter shouts, “Hey, Mrs. Goh!” She smiles and it makes me smile.

We walk up to a tiny house and up the steps through the open door. He shows me a small empty room except for a twin bed and says, “Home sweet home”.

I never thought I’d be so excited to have a tiny window air conditioner. I ask why he’s alone and he explains that his mother and father adopted him from America when he was young but they were older when they adopted him and passed away a few years ago. He helps his neighbors with their yard work and house maintenance and explains that his dirt stains are from a runaway chicken he had to chase down and tackle. After the explanation, he helps me unpack my few things (mostly notebooks) and he leaves me to unpack, offering to share a drink with me later. I politely decline with the excuse that I have tons to start writing tonight. I’m not sure how he believes me because he walked me through the village; he has to know there’s nothing to write about. I’m actually just nervous to drink around anyone else. I have a habit of not keeping my hands to myself or my clothes on my body when I’m inebriated. Which is terribly embarrassing, because I’m nothing like that sober.

The night passes and I manage to get even more sweaty. It’s after midnight and Peter and his brown eyes said goodnight about an hour ago. Brown eyes are so underrated. They’re deep and rich and always show emotion just a little more than other colors somehow. I ponder this across the minuscule living room and into the bathroom, locking myself in and immediately stripping. Peter has a full body mirror. I stop and look at myself. My horribly fried from college phases golden blonde hair with reddish brown roots peeking through, my huge thighs that get all jiggly when I walk, my boobs that aren’t cute and perky the way only girls with ant bites for tits have. My waist is tiny and curves into my humongous hips and thighs. I know I’m not fat, I’m ‘curvy’. My whole body can be comfortably used as a pillow because I’m soft and feminine. But guys like Peter don’t go for that, he would probably pick a model, a sexy woman. And like I said, I’m keeping my expectations low for my Romance In Kampong Lorong Buangkok.

Upon getting out of the cold and uncomfortably hard watered shower, I realize I forgot to bring a towel in. I would just call Peter to grab me one, but a) I just met him and b) he’s asleep. I peek my head out of the bathroom door to check if the coast is clear. I decide to make a break for my bedroom since it’s directly across the living room and hope nobody gets accidentally flashed. My plan works perfectly except for the part when I take two steps out and promptly slip and fall straight on my face and make as much noise as humanly possible. I am scared as I do not remember the last time I slipped so hard. Peter’s bedroom door handle turns and I silently curse the day I was born. He doesn’t skip a beat when he sees my body on display sprawled across his living room floor. He asks if I’m hurt in a voice that simultaneously calms me and wakes me up in too many ways. I reply, “No, I’m okay, sorry I woke you up.” He runs to his room and brings me back a towel. I wrap it over my dripping wet and probably bruised torso and thank him. He grabs my hand and pulls me up, bringing us chest to chest. I force myself to exhale and walk away. He couldn’t be interested in me. He held eye contact the entire time.

Monday morning is much less awkward than I expected. He has a way of making everything seem light and not very serious. He acknowledges what happened last night and then breezes right past it. He knows all too well that there might be some underlying tensions in the air but he chooses to ignore everything as if it never happened at all. I don’t even feel all that embarrassed. He introduces me to Mrs. Goh, a 75-year-old woman who’s been at the kampong since its beginning. She tells me the complete history and I trust her because she was there for it all. She asks if Peter and I are “going together”.

He immediately replies with a chipper, “Yes!”

I feel my face heat up but I go with it because Mrs. Goh is just so excited for the happy couple. After we leave I ask him what the hell that was and he laughs. I’m not complaining or anything, but he lied right to sweet Mrs. Goh’s face.

“No worries,” he said, “her lips are sealed.”

Upon leaving the house to begin yard work on Tuesday morning, we were bombarded by at least a third of the village about Peter’s “American girl”. Thanks a lot, big mouth Mrs. Goh. He proudly showed me off to everyone, not knowing much more than my name. He doesn’t even know that I’m 12 years younger than him, and nobody seems to care. I think this is the hottest the gossip gets in this town.

Wednesday is a new day. My fake boyfriend is out doing yard work and I have the day to myself to learn the town, tour guide free. I take pictures of the houses and trees that surround them. While I focus my camera, Peter approaches.


Woman Cleaning in Bathroom
Photo: Woman in Bathroom


“Done already?” I ask. It’s only three.

“It’s not exactly the biggest neighborhood,” he replies in a cute-but-snarky tone. “Mind if I join you?”

I tell him that I don’t mind. I’m glad he’s with me. I don’t think I’d be able to lie to all these sweet people about our relationship status the way he does so casually. Our walk consists of learning the similarities and differences between us. He was adopted when he was only four, and raised by Singaporeans that loved him unconditionally and showed him a beautiful world before moving to this village, so he considers himself more Singaporean than American. I was raised by different Americans that didn’t care what I did with myself and showed me how to get in trouble before graduating high school, so I found a job that might be able to get me out. He learned how to speak Chinese and do honest work. I learned how to hate authority figures but I learned how to respect everyone else.

We keep walking in the wooded area for a while until I ask if we’re lost. Peter tells me not to worry because he knows the way back. He abruptly stops and whispers with a panic in his voice, “Don’t move.”

I look ahead. Some sort of cobra stays frozen in our path. Let me say here that I am irrationally afraid of snakes. No matter how small or “harmless” they may be. They strike fear into the core of my being. So, seeing one that can actually kill me is an entire new level of snake fear. I stay still, literally shaking in my boots. Peter reaches for a stick slowly. The snake doesn’t like that. It stands up, ready to attack. It races towards me and I can’t move. I’m going to get attacked. Peter swings the stick like a golf club in an attempt to send the snake flying away. It hits only the end of it and doesn’t slow it down much.

Peter lunges forward like a goalie, landing on the ground and grabbing the snake just inches from my feet. It flails around in his hand, ready to bite him. His reflexes are quick and he positions his other hand around the snake’s head, paralyzing it mid-bite attempt. He gets a running start and throws the killer snake as far as he can. I’m not sure if that’s the proper way to dispose of an evil cobra, but I’m not complaining.

The fear is keeping me frozen. Peter walks up to me cautiously. “Are you okay?” he asks with prevalent concern in his voice.

I feel hot tears running down my face and soon enough I’m sobbing right in front of him. I could have just died from my biggest fear. He softly envelops me in his strong and secure arms. He consoles me with whispers quiet enough that I can hardly hear them and gently sways me back and forth. The tears keep coming. I’ve never really been comfortable crying in front of anyone, even at weddings and funerals. But he makes it feel okay; natural even. I cry in his arms, soaking his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind. We stand together until I’m reduced to puffy eyes and tiny sobs. Peter guides me back through the thick woods until we’re back on the road to his house.

It’s almost completely dark out when we get arrive at the house. The thing about Kampong Lorong Buangkok is that the sky is clear. I’m sure it’s clearer elsewhere in the world, but coming from Bakersfield, California, it’s not hard to impress me. The sky is the deepest dark blue I’ve ever witnessed. These people with no other entertainment probably count stars every night just because they can. They’re simply radiant. The sky is reason enough to settle down here for life. If I wasn’t a journalist, I always thought I’d be a good astronomer. I’ve always been a little jealous of stars because they get to be so far away from Earth. I catch myself staring and probably looking ridiculous and head inside the almost always open door.

Peter wraps me up in the warmest blanket I’ve ever felt. He guides me to the couch in the living room and puts his arm around me.

“At least while you’re here,” he whispers, “nothing bad is going to happen to you.” I don’t remember anything after that.

I wake up in my bed. I smile at the thought of us. We’ve spent a lot of time talking in the past few days. Our fake relationship feels good to think about. It seems like it could be real. He’s an extrovert with love to spare for every person he meets. I choose too carefully who is allowed in my social life, and even more importantly, my love life. It’s like every brick wall that I’ve taken my entire life to construct get instantly converted to dust when he’s around. I wonder if he feels the same about me or if he just has caretaker instincts.

Makeup has never been my best friend, but I know a couple of tricks to make myself appear a little better than average. I’m trying extra hard today. I’m not sure why I care so much now. Maybe it’s the way he treated me after the snake mishap. I’ve never in my life had someone care for me besides myself. Independence was my only option. It feels good to be taken care of, even if it was just that one time. I hope he tells me how he feels or even just make it a little more obvious. Nobody has time to play around with relationships anymore, and I especially don’t have the patience for one.

The day goes by quickly and easily, I mostly stay inside to prepare my questions for tomorrow. Peter comes home to get various things to help him throughout the day.

I wake up Friday morning prepared to interview the people of Kampong Lorong Buangkok with Peter as my tour guide. By the end of the day, I learned exactly what I expected. They’re regular people who are grateful for their minimalistic lives. Oh, and they don’t want to be bothered by journalists with their intrusive questions. They were friendly, of course. But the questions I had to ask to satisfy the insatiably curious internet were damn near degrading. I just wanted to tell them that I promise I don’t care that much.

By night, I hate myself more than I already did. I think I’m ready to accept his offer for that drink. We sit on the couch in the living room together, sipping on whiskey and Cokes, talking about everything. He laughs so deeply that I keep making an idiot of myself just to hear it. I tell him about my insecurities because I know I can and he slides closer to me.

“We’ve been together for quite some time,” he smiles.

“Shut up,” I say, trying to beg him with my eyes the way the pretty girls do in movies.


Woman Looking at view
Photo: Woman Traveling with Backpack


Whatever I did works and he kisses me with his mouth closed, sucking ever so slightly on my bottom lip. He pulls me up to his lap and I feel my face heating up. I’m still sweaty from the day and so is he, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He picks me up and carries me to the Queen sized bed in his room, kissing my neck the whole way. I try not to let out more than tiny moans. I can’t let him know this is all I wanted from the second I saw him. He lays me on the bed and I’m amazed at his strength. He bites my lip and I let out a moan louder than I expected to, so he does it again. My shirt comes off and Peter works his way down to my pillowy tits with his mouth. He slides his hand under my shirt and unclasps my bra in one swift movement. His tongue is soft and he doesn’t push it hard against my skin. I catch my breath when he does a tiny bite against the sensitive skin of my nipple, but it feels so good. He’s circling the left one with his thumb and working the right with his warm mouth.

I can feel myself getting wetter as he does his magic tricks on my nipples like he’s some sort of expert. His right hand dances down my torso and unbuttons my pants and slides them down off of me. My underwear is soaked through; I can’t help how bad my whole body wants his. He rubs in soft little circles through the thin cloth. I try to touch the impressive bulge in his jeans, but he holds both of my wrists in his hand and pins them above my head, firmly but not forcefully. He pushes my underwear to the side and slowly slides one finger into me. He gently bites my neck and goes faster and faster. I’m not sure what he does with his hand, but it takes my breath away and I feel like some sort of floodgates are about to bust.

He whispers, “That’s it, you can do it babe,” in my ear and I let my body take over with a big shudder of wet pleasure.

Peter smiles at me and lets go of my wrists. He picks me up again and takes me into the bathroom. I take his shirt off and unbutton his jeans and I feel his penis bulge. He slides my underwear off and smiles.

“Look in the mirror,” he says. I look at the reflection of my naked body. “Look at how beautiful.”

I smile at him and turn the shower on. It’s hard to disagree with a man like that. The warm water feels so much better than usual on my skin. Peter joins me in the shower and I’m awestruck at how handsome he really is. He pours some soap into his hand and massages my body. His hands slip and slide down me and he gets on his knees. When I rinse the soap off, he pulls me close, gripping the back of my thighs. He kisses up my thighs to my tight pussy that’s still recovering from mildly squirting into his palm. His mouth is on my clit and I’m begging for more and more. He scratches lightly down my back, stopping to slap and then squeeze my ass. “Oh, fuck,” I yell a little too loud and he thrusts his tongue deep into me. I come again for him, and he keeps licking.

He turns the shower off and leads me by the hand into his room again, still dripping wet. He tells me to get on my knees and bend over, then he holds my wrists behind my back in one hand and my hair in the other. The way he touches me doesn’t hurt at all. He spits into his hand and rubs the hole that’s already producing enough lubricant for a while.

Peter doesn’t mindlessly fuck me. He teases me with just the tip until I’m begging and my legs are shaking. He asks if I’m ready to take it and I beg him to give me everything and he shoves his entire cock into me. I scream into the pillow because I’ve never felt anything that big and warm inside me. His erection feels like it’s pulsing, stretching my tight, wet pussy as far as it can go. As he thrusts deeper and faster, he pulls my hair, making me scream for him. He grabs my hips and fucks me harder from behind until we both cum, gasping for air.

He lays down next to me and I collapse, out of breath on his bed next to him. As I listen to the rhythmic breathing of Peter, watching his sculpted chest rise and fall rhythmically, my thoughts suddenly go sour. I watch Peter sleeping, his face drawn in a half-smirk, the face of blissful serenity. Suddenly I envy him. His mind does not torture him with a thousand random thoughts, pulling obligations, fear of failure, nagging obligations. Peter holds none of it. It is as if he went through life like a stone in the river, letting it all pass by him. Not me though, I was more like a sponge. I just couldn’t let things go.

I can feel the guilt building inside me. For a moment, Peter’s face looks like my husband’s, a thought that feels like a blade thrust in my guts. I try to think about what my husband looks like. I have only been in the village for a short time, but it feels as though I am a different person than when I began. Normally I am quite the workaholic. I like to bury myself in work, as it is a good way for me to forget my troubles. Now though, my notepads lay dormant. As guilty as I am, it begins to mix with a feeling of anxiety, anxiety and pure, animalistic lust. My tormented mind longs for a release. All I can think about is climbing back onto Peter’s sculpted body and riding him until the blissful fleeting orgasm wipes my mind free of thought.

It is then that I begin to think. When I first came to this village, all I could think was how small it was, how pitiful. I used to feel sorry for the people here too. Yet deep down, angry. How could they be so stupid? To let their lives be so crude, so simple. Lying there though, next to Peter, watching him sleep guiltlessly through the hot night, made me realize something. I was the idiot. In a week’s time I would leave this small village, go back to the big city, where I am told by others and where I tell myself that the hustle and bustle is comforting. After watching the way the people here work though, how they don’t hesitate to give a helping hand. The way they give without hesitation, live without pride. It is the most liberating feeling I have ever had.

Modern society has told me my entire life who I had to be, what kind of job I should have, how I should look, eat, feel. Here there is none of that. Here you were whatever you felt like being, even if it was just for that day. It was in that moment that I realized I was the idiot. I would never find the same peace that Peter had. I could never surrender my worldly possessions, my pride, to live a life free of fear. My pride is my prison. As I pack my things quietly, ready to return to a life of lies and masks, the only one I know, I realize that I do have a story to tell. The story here is not about some flood, but of a resilient people, one that learned how to live a life of simplicity, of quiet dignity.

They freed themselves from modern misconceptions. The people here never pretended to be something they were not. They simply were, simply are. So that was my story, the story of how the self-centered westerner was humbled, and shown a life free of shackles, of self-perceived shackles. With that thought I rouse Peter from his sleep once more and grab his throbbing cock. He smiles in the darkness. One more time I take him, getting one more taste of a wild freedom I have never known. That was my Romance In Kampong Lorong Buangkok.



My Supernatural Affair at the Cloud Forest

Cloud Forest Singapore

I sat in my chair trying my best to concentrate since end of semester exams at the Singapore University were around the corner and my grade the previous semester was not all that good. Reading and my concentration had been somewhat difficult for quite some time, anytime I picked my algebra text book to study, twice in a span of two weeks I woke up the following day having been overcome by sleep in the middle of studying. Other units were even worse. As soon as I pick any book to read, many ideas came to my mind, and everything culminated in stress. But after we were given a motivational talk four days ago, I was more determined to turn things for the better. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I had all the determination, or so I thought. In Singapore, I developed a liking of hobby a walk in The Cloud Forest, and for this particular day, I looked through the window and noticed two lovers passionately holding hands as they entered into the forest. What a lovely experience.

The emotions were so strong that I couldn’t help wondering how I could have felt so good holding hands with a lovely girl in such an adventurous place like the Cloud Forest. There was this beautiful girl-going by the name Jane-I once fell in love with but could not just master enough courage to tell her. I would practice telling her before a mirror. That would not happen, though, since anytime I came close to her, my mind would completely format and would always end up appearing like a mad person.  Eventually Jane got bored with my unbecoming behavior and scolded me. That was three or so years back. It took a toll on me, and three years down the line, I can again start to think about love. I remembered and shook my head. I even remembered one time when my classmate complimented me for being smartly dressed. The compliment reminded me of Jane, and so I became so depressed and withdrawn for the better part of the day.

I now started imagining how if I had behaved well before Jane she would now be talking a walk with in The Cloud Forest, Singapore as I hold her very soft hand. Would she allow me to kiss her? Would she hold my public area as I hold hers? What would happen if I try running my fingers through her long hair while looking straight at her beautiful eyes? I was now standing, dribbling and sweating as I looked through the window. I then left my hostel and walked down the road towards Cloud Forest following the path that the love birds followed.

Inside the forest I almost thrust myself to within a radius of five meters from where the love birds stopped. The lady stood against a leaning as the man held her waist while was standing in front her both facing each other. I stopped to see what would unfold next. The man pressed against he further, and I could only imagine how she was now breathing heavily. Was he whispering to her how much he loves her? They must be feeling very nice, I reminded myself. The lady then started caressing her, he thin hands running up to her shoulders and back. He remained motionless for a moment then started kissing her while holding he head from the back. I felt a sharp urge to cough but resisted knowing how such an action would spoil the Singaporean Erotic story set right Inside the Cloud Forest.

The lady took a red lollipop licked it and then dipped it in the man’s mouth. He licked passionately, stopping from time to time to kiss her now red lips. The leaves swerved and I looked up to behold the sight of gorgeous Cloud Forest, sway from side to side following the tune set by the whistling birds. It was now approaching nightfall and food would have been served in the student mess for more than 30 minutes. There was nothing much to be worried of, really since I wasn’t hungry at all. The sight before me was too captivating to abandon. I stood there trying my best not to make any noise that would scare them away till a time I would not clearly see what they were doing.

I hurriedly left for the hostel, and was shocked to learn that I had left my laptop on and every other electronic device connected to the power. What a pity.

The following day, and for several other days I kept on going back to Cloud Forest and to the leaning tree and standing against it, Surprisingly, I would experience an inner feel of love and contentment. This would go on and on until at some point I would wake up from a nap after unknowingly falling asleep while leaning on the tree.

One day, during my usual trip to the Cloud Forest, to lean against my favorite tree, a strange feeling came over me. I could have sworn that I felt a lady’s body press against mine. Right in front of me was this gorgeous lady who was breathing warm breath and was wearing a pleasantly smelling perfume. Coming from a strong religious background, any superstition was such a farfetched idea. But I was certain a lovely lady in a red dress was responsible for my nice feelings.  Careful not to spoil another golden chance like I did with Jane, I sneezed and the lady looked away for a short while, then looked at me and smiled. I frisked myself to confirm that I was not dreaming. I wasn’t.

“Sorry”, I said.

“Oooooh, you are so lovely”, she uttered in a beautifully shrill soprano voice and I can see you are not experienced with the ladies.

A thousand ideas ran through my mind. So, the gent who was kissed and hugged her lovely lady actually got her here. The story I read in my basic education level was a true story after all. I didn’t have to worry over Jane all that long; all I needed was come over here and whoa! A stunning lady is given unto me. She went ahead to tell me that she had always watched me come to the Cloud Forest and lean on the same tree day in day out. She further informed me that her Name is Raya and that she really loved me from the first day she set my eyes on me, and was hoping that when she finally gathers enough courage to approach me, I wouldn’t turn her down. In my mind, I didn’t what to say. I feared anything I uttered would reveal my desperation for a girl in my life. On the other side, I was determined to do things right this time round. She opened her mouth to speak them, let out the feeling being overwhelmed. I sighed. Then I held her right hand tightly and assured her that everything was going to be Okay.

Raya then pulled me hard, with the strength that borders that of a man. My inhalation increased tenfold. Is she going to undress me? What if she does and I fail to rise to the occasion, considering I have never had sex before? Will she run away?

“Hold me tightly darling”, She said as her hands run up and down my body.


Beautiful Garden Woman
Anime: Dragon Golden Woman


I was experiencing a certain feel that only comes to me in a dream. She started gently kissing my neck, jaws and all over my face. Still, my hands are folded back like a scarecrow. Her aggression was increasing as time goes by, and before in knew she was unbuttoning my shirt. I felt an urge to stop her, but my resolve not to disappoint stopped me. Once she was done, she held my waist with her both hands, and whispered “Kissed me now”.

A strange strength and courage took over me. I started kissing her, first in the foe head, before slowly descending down. Just before I came to her lips, I got scared. I had for long believed that when I will eventually first kiss the lips of any lady, let alone a beautiful lady like Angel, I would faint. On noting my reluctance, she held my cheeks with her soft hands and began to pull my mouth towards hers.

“Sorry”, I told her. “I have never done this before”

“Stop your cowardice. I want it now”.

Unexpectedly, I felt my lips wet and I knew I was kissing her lips. Determined to hide my now firmly standing dragon, I sat down on a trunk and pulled her over to sit on my right thigh. This was the feeling I have for long longed for. Everything was right before me, and was free to do what pleases me.

Meanwhile, Angel is busy grabbing things and rubbing her tender hands against my bare top. With the emotions running high with time, I wished such a moment lasted forever. I then decided to explore more by kissing in her neck downwards. Eventually, my hands were trying to widen the space between her dress and her shoulders so as to kiss her downwards, but Whoa! She suddenly pulled back, held the fore finger of my left hand and said, “I have to go. My time is up”.

My mind was spinning. Have I done anything wrong to her? Why did I spoil yet another chance? She seemed to read my mind and quipped, “Not because you have done anything wrong. You are so good, huh?” Phew! I was now sweating profusely from my forehead.

“Thanks Ray!”

“Raya,” she corrected me.

“Sorry, Raya! Thanks a lot. I enjoyed your company.”

“Never mind. I enjoyed if far more than you did. Thanks for not turning me down”, she said as she disappeared into the brush inside cloud forest.

When I looked at my watch, it was a quarter past 4pm. It occurred to me that I had been in Cloud Forest for a whopping four hours! That evening I studied with utmost concentration the entire evening. I even realized the Exam that I performed dismally was actually wholly out of my note book. Angel should just meet me every day in Black Forest for a nice chill and I would beat all the bright students in my class. I am not foolish, after all.

The following day I went back to Cloud Forest at exactly 11am, the exact time I went the previous day. I forced a nap but it wasn’t forthcoming. I decided to close my eyes, just in case Raya would feel shy approaching while my eyes are open. Two hours later, I opened my eyes, and Raya was nowhere to be seen. Tired and hungry, I sat down on the Cloud Forest’s green grass and lied down.

“When she comes she will wake me up”, I told myself. “After all she enjoyed my company more than I enjoyed hers.”

After what looked like a whole day, Raya finally appeared to me. She apologized for what she was going to tell me next and then informed me that she was actually more than human.

I said, ‘What do you mean!  You are of exquisite beauty but more than human?’

She pulled my right hand gently, and placed it on her chest before asking, “Do you love me?”

“Raya stop it! Of course I love you,” I answered.  ‘I have been waiting for you my whole life’.

She said, ‘I know, but do you really love me?  Even though I have told you I am more than human?’

I said, ‘Of course, totally.’

She said, “Good.  Then come with me”

She led me deep into Cloud Forest. I followed her to an old abandoned room, and said, “What I am going to do to you will make you remember me forever. Please, understand that we will never meet again after today. So make sure you enjoy this time we have together physically – because after this we will never be apart but also never able to touch each other again”.

She took off her little red dress exposing her smooth hairless pussy and sat on a table at the middle of the room and beckoned me to go over. I obeyed.

As she pressed my head in between her legs and told me; “Don’t fear we are alone here. Do what you will with me”.

Determined not to disappoint, I licked her like I was an expert. She began groaning louder and louder. She then came on top of me and unzipped my trousers and started sucking my penis. After a short while, she signaled for me to lie on the table and then came of top. She pushed and pushed, reminding me that I should help her. I moved my waist to and fro and she groaned even louder. As I was about to come she started shouting in what sounded like multiple voices and my vision became hazy.  She looked like dragon wings were silhouetted against her body and then a mist swirled around her as finally my loins exploded from 23 years of cum, she disappeared totally and abruptly, a fine mist entered my body as I inhaled.

I lay there gagging as what felt like a warm slimy substance entered my throat and I felt if move down to the pit of my stomach where I felt it and it remained.  I coughed and hacked but I could not shift it as I slowly made my way back to my campus room.

It is now three weeks down the line, and I have sat for two exams now that I got straight A’s in and I did not even have to study.  I am more aware of my surrounding and have become a very popular man with the ladies now.  My whole outlook on life has changed and I see things now that I couldn’t.  I now know that I a possessed by the Hantu Raya – but I tell you something – I like it.

Read on to Part two of Raya Possessed Me!


My Erotic Encounter at Pulau Ubin

Pulau Ubin Wide Lake

When I was a child, I had accustomed myself to the smell of orchids. It was a fresh and earthy scent, tainted by the smell of salt coming from the seashore. Now, as I lie in bed, I can no longer smell orchids but a strong peppermint perfume – a silent reminder of a young blue-eyed boy I met in the summer of 1990. My father was the first orchid farmer to settle in Pulau Ubin.

So it was no surprise that I was named Jim Kie, after the famous Springwater orchid. He built a modest house out of wood and planted orchids on the eastern side of the land. All my three sisters who married before the age of 19, and left the family home. I never did. It was not that I did not have any suitors. Growing up, many in our kampong (village) knew me as the most beautiful of all four sisters. In fact, my father had almost succeeded in marrying me off twice. But I had never felt for any man the same love that I felt for Pulau Ubin, it’s blue ocean, and our small orchid farm. In time, I had grown to accept my fate and stopped accepting suitors. Slowly, the men from our village stopped walking me home. They no longer offered to carry my basket or sing me sweet songs as I passed through the market every morning. I lived alone, in our old family house, tending to my father’s orchids. This didn’t bother me, though. I liked living by myself and found no need to be with a man.

It was a few days after my 40th birthday when Ziqian, my neighbor, invited me to go to the beach to sell orchids. Apparently, a number of American college students would be spending a few weeks in the island. The constant flock of foreigners were nothing new to us, what with Pulau Ubin becoming one of the most visited islands in Singapore. It was a sunny Wednesday morning when Ziqian and I, wearing nothing but our sarong dresses and slippers, carried our baskets to the seashore to await the arrival of the tourists. The sea was calm and the clouds hovered above, providing temporary shade from the sun. The boat arrived, carrying about 10 American boys. I called them boys, because they seemed far from the men of our village who were aged and overworked by island life.

As they got off the boat in their surf shorts and flimsy shirts, they walked over to our fruit and flower stall right on the seashore. Most of them gawked over Ziqian’s durian fruit, calling it “funny” and “weird”. It was no surprise that none of them showed an interest in what I was selling. However, when most of them ran over to the edge of the shore, one of the Americans approached me. He was a young boy in his early twenties. Like the rest of the group, he had pale skin that was showing traces of sunburn. He was wearing a sleeveless white shirt, showing off muscular arms slightly dripping with sweat. His silver blonde hair reached down to the length of his chin. He bent down to the level of where I was seated on the sand, and slightly touched the petals of the orchids in the basket.

“What are these flowers?” He asked. His voice was low but clean, a sweet relief from the rough tone of Singaporean men that I was used to. For a moment, I had forgotten to speak. English was not my native tongue, but I had tried to communicate the best I could.

“These are Springwater Orchids. Would you like to buy some, sir?” I looked up and saw his eyes – blue, like the ocean. I had never seen such blue eyes.

“I’ll buy the whole basket if you show me around the island.” He answered, and smiled.

I couldn’t speak. I could only nod my head in approval. His smile grew wider as he ran off to his friends, apparently to tell them that a local woman was to show him around Pulau Ubin. I stood up as he returned and dusted the sand off my skirt, only to catch him distinctly looking at my legs. He didn’t seem the least bit ashamed that I caught him staring, and only laughed when our eyes met. “Are all Singaporean girls this modest?” He asked, as we walked towards the village.

“The girls are not, but women like myself are, sir–”

“It’s Ryan. Just call me Ryan. And while you may be a woman, you have the beauty and innocence of a young girl. I can see it in your brown eyes.” He smiled again.

I could not respond. I did not know how. My suitors, the men of the village, were never this straightforward when talking to women. He asked me for my name. I answered: ‘Jim Kie, like the orchid.’

“I’ll call you Kie then. It suits you. Beautiful, like your orchids.” Ryan said.

We walked around the village. I brought him to the marketplace, where I would sell my flowers. I showed him the northern part of the seashore where the abandoned mine quarries were. I took him to the cliff near the old German shrine, were the corral reefs were located. He listened as I told him about the place, while occasionally taking photos with his huge camera. As I stood beside him, I noticed that there was a at least a foot between us. He was a huge boy, tall for his age. My head barely even reached his shoulders.

Pulau Ubin is a wonderful place. But I’d like to see where you grow your flowers.” Ryan asked, his blue eyes looking into mine.

The longer we talked, the more I found myself longing to be closer to him. He smelled of some foreign scent that was not familiar to me. As we walked to my farm, he told me about life in America. How he had just graduated from college and was studying to become a lawyer, like his father. He was smart, and not once did he criticize me about staying unmarried all these years.

“You’ve never been with a man then, Miss Kie? Such a shame. You are a beautiful woman. Any man would be lucky to be with you.” Ryan said so sincerely, as he stared at me. This time, he didn’t look away.


Singapore Farm
Photo: Singapore Women


I knew that I was old enough to be his mother, but as I stood next to this American boy, I felt like a young girl again. So when Ryan asked to be invited inside my house, I obliged without question. I served him mangosteen tea and a few local pastries.

As I stood up to serve him tea, he stared shamelessly at me and said: “You have a beautiful body, Miss Kie.”

I was in shock. I did not know how to respond to this huge boy in my kitchen, staring as though he was about to devour me whole. He stood up and looked down on me, but just when I thought he would touch me, he brushed his hair over his eyes and headed toward the door. He said he would return to the beach and politely thanked me for my hospitality, then left. As I closed the door, I had never felt so empty. I lingered in the kitchen, smelling that foreign scent that Ryan carried with him. I realized later on that it was peppermint perfume. I needed to smell it again. I went back to the shore that afternoon, hoping to see him. But Ziqian told me that the American boys had gone into the village to find a local hotel. I returned home, frustrated that I had not stopped him from leaving the house that morning. I should have asked him – forced him – to stay.

That night, I was restless as I lay in bed. I couldn’t understand how a foreigner, a mere boy, could make me feel so powerless. I had lost control over myself. I wanted nothing more than to see him. The sea breeze brought in the smell of orchids from outside my bedroom window, and I held my breath as I thought I detected a faint scent of peppermint. Almost as suddenly as the scent came through air, there was a knock on the door. It was around midnight. I hesitated and took a look in the mirror. It was a hot summer night, and I was wearing only a thin house dress, with nothing underneath. I decided not to think and opened the door.

Ryan looked taller than I remembered, as he towered over the door frame. He walked inside and looked at me, his blue eyes shining against the lamp in my hand.

“Close the door,” he said, emotionless. I obliged.

Right as the door slammed shut, he dragged me to the bed with such forcefulness and hunger that I didn’t have the strength nor the will to resist. Ryan wasted no time. He wore only shorts, but I already saw his huge bulge as soon as I opened the door for him. He took them off immediately as he reached the bed. I had heard stories from village girls who had been with foreigners, but I was not prepared to see Ryan like this. I was still in shock as my eyes adjusted to his nakedness, when he pressed his lips against mine, and flicked his tongue between my teeth. I was in an icy sweat. He pulled away and looked at me, observing me, with an expression I could not understand. I felt so weak. My knees trembled as his eyes were on me.

“Take off your dress,” he said. It was more of a command. And I could do nothing else but obey.

I was a woman of 28 years, but I admit that days of tending in the farm have preserved the firmness of my body, which I realized , as I let my dress fall to the wooden floor, that I had reserved my virginity only for someone like Ryan. He lifted me by my waist and laid me down on the bed, with a forcefulness that comes only with youth. Ryan rolled on top of me, pushing his body against mine, as I felt his rigid manhood force itself between my legs. I had never felt so scared as I did that night, but I welcomed his hardness with such familiarity as though I had known this boy for years. I could feel Ryan’s breath grow faster. He looked at me then, with those blue eyes, and arched his back slowly thrusting himself into me. I cried out, the pain was not easy to bear. He pressed his lips on mine, and held my hand as he thrust himself deeper into me. I cried out again, this time against his lips.

“You are so tiny, like my own little orchid. So beautiful,” Ryan whispered into my ear.

He seemed to notice my discomfort, and pulled out, as I whimpered against his chest. The bed was wet, and the room was filled with the irony scent of blood. I felt a bit self-conscious then, almost ashamed. But Ryan looked at me and said, “I want to be inside you. Please.” Almost begging.

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. He got on top me again, this time with more force than before. He thrust himself all the way inside me, despite my cries. I felt his body shiver as he hit climax, almost the same time I did. Ecstatic and shuddering, I came. The world was in bright flashes, and I knew from that moment, I wanted nothing else in the world but to be with Ryan.

The next few days were the happiest I spent on the island. Ryan and I would walk the seashore together in the mornings, ending with lunch in the village, despite the judging eyes of the residents of Pulau Udin. In the afternoons, he would help me tend to the orchids and cook dinner. At night, we would make love, under the covers listening to the sound of the waves from the shore. It became so natural to us, that we would talk as though we had known each other for years, and the age gap between us slowly melted. I woke up everyday to the smell of his perfume – the smell of peppermint.

After two weeks of passionate sex, the boat arrived to take Ryan and his friends back to the mainland. We made love the night before, with a new kind of passion. We lay in silence after we were done. He looked at me and asked me the question I was waiting to hear: “Come back with me, Kie. Come with me to America. I will make a good life for us there,” He said with pleading blue eyes.

I couldn’t answer. I thought about my father’s orchid farm. My sisters. My life in Pulau Ubin, and the sea that I had loved all my life.

“I will wait for you at the seashore tomorrow. When the boat arrives, I hope you will be there with me,” Ryan said.

I slept that night, resting my head on his chest. He left early in the morning. Neither of us said goodbye. I wept from my bedroom window as I heard the boat leave later that morning. I tried desperately to smell the orchids and the sea, but all that’s left is the strong scent of peppermint.

20 or more years have passed and the orchids still cannot mask the smell of peppermint, though it is fainter now than the day I watched the boat leave for the mainland. While I never saw Ryan again, my love for the island grows stronger each day as I watch son who has now turned into a man ten the orchids, his blue eyes glistening under the hot Singaporean sun.


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