Erotic Romance In Malaysia

Romantic Malaysia

Daniel could not work out which was the better view – the Menara Kuala Lumpur towering high into the sky or pretty Amina who he lusted after.  It was time to make his feelings known as he backed her against the wall.  It didn’t take him long to find the hem of her skirt as he erotically lifted it revealing her muscular legs.

Amina was confused, she was in a relationship with Mikhail but have never felt this sexual attraction with him.  Her mouth touched his and their lips parted and their tongues danced moving back and forth.  Shuddering, she knew she did not have the strength or fortitude to resist this sexual onslaught as Daniel claimed her in this sex charged Malaysian romantic story…..

Threesome Sister Sex In Jalan Alor Malaysia

Pink Hijab Woman

Who would have thought it possible?  Wandering through the night markets in Kuala Lumpur a stunning Malaysian girl wearing a pink hijab would want to have sex with an American tourist.   Well, that is not the deal breaker as she leads him to a massage studio she introduces him to her sister.  Now both these horny Malaysian women want to bonk him.  What good fortune for our lucky traveler and you can read his erotic Kuala Lumpur story here –

First Timers!

They both knew things had been going stale. Not inactive as such, but that their sex had become quite routine. Finally, while stuck for what to watch on Netflix, they began to talk about it, snuggled on each side of the lounge.



Mostly, and Jon was first to admit as much, it was on his part. Before he’d met Bec, his experiences had only been one off, almost always while drunk, and never overly concerned about his performance or satisfying his partner.



Bec craved more. She missed the passion from their early times, when he would actually try to go down on her, or at least make an attempt at it. But she loved him, and pushed aside her deep sexual desires, instead merely fantasizing about them when she snuck in a solo session.



That night, on the lounge, sometimes unable to look each other in the eyes, they poured out their desires, their ideas, and pondered together about what they were to do next. They decided to peruse some online sex stores, but didn’t really know exactly what they were after. Overwhelmed, Bec suggested they just visit their local adult shop. Jon was hesitant. Almost more hesitant than when he’d said, with his eyes glued to the floor, that he’d like to try ‘some butt stuff’.



Bec explained to him that adult shops aren’t a scary place. Having been on the receiving end of young men like Jon used to be, she relied on toys to get her through her younger years (and sometimes still she digs out her favourite little blue bullet).



The following night, the couple went up the stairs to the adult shop, albeit Jon weighed down with trepidation. He was happy, and relieved, to find it nothing like his mind had imagined. There was no seedy old man in leather pants behind the counter, no pale skinned men perusing through magazine racks (there weren’t any magazines!) and everything was nice and clean.



Most surprising though, was the young man that greeted them, his smile and personality shining through his clipped hair, his close cropped beard. Jon let Bec do all the talking, and after she explained why they were in, the shop clerk smiled broadly at them.

‘I’m so glad you’ve come in here, guys,’ he said. ‘And while I’ve got plenty of things I can show you tonight, let me just say you’ve already done my job for me. You’ve talked about it. You’ve opened up a line of communication that will bring you closer together than anything I can sell you here tonight.’



Jon smiled to Bec, who shared the same look back to him. It had been a hard conversation the night before, but it had brought them here, and brought them closer together already. They both knew they were going to be in for sex after visiting the store, but when they went to bed the night before, they kissed with a passion they both felt was long lost. They held each other close, their hands longing stroking the other’s body.



The clerk gave them a tour of the store, to get them used to the place, to help make them feel comfortable. He took them through everything, from bullets to bunnies, from dongs to douches, and everything in between.



‘Now, I’d love to sell you a WeVibe Sync,’ he said as they stopped in front of a glass cabinet. ‘But this is a journey you’re taking, and I’d rather make sure you two leave happy than make one good sale tonight and never see you two again.’



At the suggestions of the clerk, the couple left with a few nice little things: A sexy board game, a Kama Sutra DVD, massage oil, scented hemp candles and loose rose petals. While they loved what they got, they were also excited about the satin ties he suggested for their next visit, and moving into sensory deprivation play.



That night, perched on either side of their little dining table, they jumped straight into their board game. They laughed a lot, they answered questions in the game that caused moments of awkwardness but, just as the man in the shop had said, it got them communicating even more. It got them excited to hear what the other was thinking about various fantasies.



Afterwards, Jon gave Bec a massage as they played their Kama Sutra DVD in the background. While the DVD was meant to be more educational, Jon also saw it as a way forward towards watching regular porn together.



As he felt the warmth of her soft skin flourish beneath his hands, he could feel his hardness pressing against his pants. Not for naked couple on the screen, which he’d since stopped watching, but just from enjoying his lover’s body. Paying close attention to all those curves of hers that he loves.



Bec fought against herself to not wriggle against his touch. Not that she was ticklish, but just as the wax in the candle, she could feel herself melting all over. She couldn’t remember a time, if ever, he had been so single minded in simply trying to make her feel good.



And it was working.



The massage set the pace for the rest of their evening. Sensuous, slow, loving. For the first time, they made love there on the lounge, lingering on each touch, every caress, every kiss.


They had re-lit the spark, and never looked back.

Jon and Bec were very pleased with the way things were going between them now. In and out of the bedroom. They didn’t always use the things they bought from the sex shop, but Jon had learned to slow down and pay his lover as much attention as he could muster.

Even still, it was only two weeks after their first visit that they returned to the adult shop.

They were eager to start with sensory deprivation play.

‘I want to be the first to tie you up,’ Jon said as the pair left the store, their bondage starter kit tucked into a large black bag.

‘You mean I’m just going to lay there and let you completely please and satisfy me?’ Bec laughed, ‘Yeah, that sounds horrible.’ She had no idea about what Jon was planning to do, what he had been imagining for some time now.

As they had found themselves frequently doing recently, they prepared themselves by sharing a shower. Lathering each other up, kissing as the steaming water runs along their bodies. When Bec’s soapy hand found Jon’s semi erect cock, she took extra care to wash it, lightly stroking him. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold herself back, as she felt him grow firmer beneath the touch of her fingers.

Jon pressed his forehead against hers, savouring her touch. His eyes dropped down, seeing streams of water shoot off from her erect nipples, before flowing down to where her hand was stroking him. He soaped his hands, starting from her shoulders, he moved them down to her silky breasts, before continuing on over her hips. Her skin was so smooth, encased with water and lubricated with soap.

Bec pushed back against his forehead, raising his chin so she could kiss him. She pulled her hands off him, wrapping them around his back, pulling him close. His own hands grabbed hold of her ass.

He squeezed her cheeks.

She could feel his erection poking against her belly. He longed to be inside her, and she needed him just as much.

Bec forced her tongue inside his mouth, drawing circles, craving him.

They barely towelled off before making their way the bedroom.

With the style of their bed, they had to buy an under-mattress restraint system, since they had no headboards to tie off against, which Jon had set up beneath the mattress before they had even jumped in the shower

‘Where do you want me?’ Bec said as she crawled into the middle of the bed.

‘Right there, on your back, spread out.’ His tone was unwavering, enough to make Bec do exactly as told.

He walked around the bed, and Bec’s gaze followed him, and his semi erect cock slapping against each leg as he took a step. Jon gently took her left hand and pulled it diagonally towards the corner, where he fastened the velcro cuff around her wrist.

‘How’s that?’

Bec yanked her hand against the cuff. ‘You can go tighter,’ she smiled.

‘You sure?’

She simply nodded her head yes. He did so, and followed suit with her other wrist before moving towards her ankles. Here, he made sure he had her legs spread as wide as he could get them.

Bec felt completely exposed. Stark naked, bound, her pussy wide open. Her nipples were rock hard, a mix of excitement and hesitation. But at the suggestion of the store clerk, they had come up with a safe word. Something they felt was appropriate for them, a reminder of where they had been sexually before, and where they were progressing to now. ‘Vanilla’.

She was glad they had the word in place, but at the same time, she trusted him completely. Besides, she was also interested to see what Jon had in store for her, and just how far she felt she would be able to go.

Jon laid the remaining pieces of the kit out on the bed, slowly, deliberately, making sure Bec could see each item. She couldn’t help but smile at the little feather tickler, a smile that soon faded as he took at the little leather flail. He already had some of their other goodies out, namely massage oil.

The last thing Bec saw was the plush lined blindfold, which Jon pulled over her head, softly kissing her cheek as he did so. She stretched her neck to try to kiss him, but he pulled away.

Bec couldn’t see the smile on Jon’s face.

Jon didn’t warm the oil up in his hands like he did the other times. Instead, he held the little bottle near her, and let the viscous fluid drip onto her skin.

Bec suppressed a little squeal, her body tensing, her arms tugging at the restraints. The cool oil began to warm as it ran along down her thighs. Jon was quick to move, his hands swiftly taking up the lotion, he could feel Bec relax beneath his palms. He took long strokes, following the length of her legs, his fingers covering most of the top. He was using just enough pressure to call it a massage, but almost light enough that Bec felt like it was a whisker from being a tickle.

As his hands made their way up her legs, along the inside of her thighs, Bec tried to squirm, tried to pull her knees together. She was trying to force his hand to touch her, she was so wet already.

But to no avail.

Jon heard her breath, heavy, quickening.

His hands slid right by her throbbing pussy, up and along the front of her hips, over the lightly protruding bone. Jon twisted his hands around, and brought the back of his finger tips running across her sides.

Bec couldn’t hold back any further, letting out a little squeal from her lover’s tickle.

Her restraints drew taut.

And suddenly, nothing.

She couldn’t feel his touch. Her own breathing was to loud to hear his. She tried to calm her breaths, slow them down, but her body was electric, still tingling from his touch.

What was he doing now?

Bec cursed her blindfold. She had no idea Jon could keep this going for as long as he had. She thought he would have gone straight for her pussy when he started massaging her legs. And yet, he hadn’t even touched her nipples!

While she wasn’t usually too reactive to much breast play, her nipples were so erect they were almost sore. She needed him to lick them, touch them, anything. She just wanted, no, she needed, a firmer touch, somewhere erogenous.

Her whirring mind did nothing to help regulate her breathing. She still couldn’t work out where Jon was, or what exactly he was doing. She squirmed a little on the but the restraints didn’t allow much movement. For a moment, she thought she could feel extra pressure upon the bed.

Bec let out a muted scream of shock as the cold massage oil dripped onto the middle of her chest, oodles of it, quickly running along the curves of her breasts, along her ribs, under her armpits.

Jon let the bottle continue dripping over her body, stopping just at Bec’s trimmed bush. He snapped the lid closed and tossed the bottle aside. All that time Bec was wondering where he was, he’d been applying the lotion to the front of his own body.

He climbed on top of her, his legs on the inside of hers, but just high up enough that he wasn’t entering her.

Bec shuddered. His mass wasn’t completely upon her, but he warmed her inside and out. She felt his warm breath lingering near her face. She inched her chin up, her lips parting. She felt his tongue extend to the opening of her mouth. She latched her lips around his tongue and sucked hard.

She wished it was his cock!

Jon pulled his head back, amused to watch Bec’s blindfolded face desperately searching for his tongue again. But he had other things in mind. He lowered his chest against hers, drawing his body side to side.

Finally, Bec had her desire for proper contact satisfied. Sort of. Jon rocked against her, slowly, with deliberate movements, only using his body, not his hands, which were propping him up and shifting him around.

Bec could feel his balls just touching her swollen clit, his erection firm against her belly. She moaned loudly, like a siren call, beckoning this sailor to clamour to her. To give in and enter her. To save her from this frustration.

But Jon was being strong willed. Stubborn. His body slid easily across hers, grazing her nipples, awakening every inch of her flesh.

Finally, she felt his weight shift, and the top of his thighs press against the back of hers. He drew his body along hers, down, letting his arms slowly follow thereafter, his fingers stopping briefly to caress her breasts, circle her nipples.

‘Oh yes,’ Bec whispered. She could feel his cock hard against her wet lips. His fingers journeyed further down, along her below and just as they were centred to hit her clit, he let them glide on either side instead, before they left her body completely.

Jon grabbed his cock and pushed it forward, the head pressing against Bec’s moist lips. He couldn’t remember being so turned on before. He thought he could explode at any time now.

But this was about Bec.

‘Just get in my guts,’ Bec cried out to him.

‘Well,’ Jon thought, ‘It’s about what she doesn’t realise she wants.’

Bec felt Jon pull away from her, and his weight lift up from the bed. The room fell silent again, except for her almost panting breath.

A familiar buzz broke the silence. Bec new it instantly. It was her little blue bullet.

‘Oh my god,’ she gasped.


Bec knew the sound of her favourite little blue bullet. And while she loved to drag it out for some self love from time to time, this was not the circumstances she found herself now.

Instead, she was tied to her bed, her legs spread as wide as the under-mattress restraints would allow, and Jon had just spent a good ten minutes already teasing her.

She was well and truly ready to go, aching to be released.

But clearly Jon had other things in mind. Bec thought about how he had been massaging her all this time, and as she heard the hum of the bullet getting closer, she prepared herself for him to continue to tease her, no doubt getting as close to her clit as he could without ever actually making contact.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Jon went right for the kill. The tip of the bullet touching nothing but her clit.

Bec screamed with pleasure, her breath struggling to return as Jon kept his hand steady, the toy a beam of intensity she was not expecting. She lifted her ass as high off the bed as the restraints would allow, trying to force the toy harder against her.

Jon let her suffer a little longer, before allowing her struggle to pay off. Her moans raised in volume, until she managed to form words: ‘I’m gonna come…’

Bec groaned hard because as soon as she said the words, Jon pulled the bullet away from her clit. ‘What are you doing?’ she pleaded.

‘Delaying your orgasm,’ he said softly.

‘It’s fine baby, I can go more than once.’

‘Oh, I know.’

Bec couldn’t see the grin on Jon’s face, but she could certainly hear it in his tone. She tilted her head back, trying to peek beneath the blindfold. But it was no use. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him.

Her body tensed as she felt it. Cool strips of material swirling against her thigh. Bec’s mind rocked back to their time in the shop, the little kit they bought. They were both unsure about the feather tickler, so they had picked out a (comparatively) short leather flail. They’re new friend behind the counter had told them it was best to gently stroke them with it before whipping, get them used to the feel of it, the material.

It felt a little more than a tickle, a multi pronged caress, gliding against her oiled skin. She wondered how the oil being swept up by the leather tails would affect its impact when he finally strikes her.

Bec could feel her body tense. Her nipples like bullets, her clit humming. She wanted to explode, but slowly, she was understanding the game, as hard as it might be to play. She wouldn’t fight back but try to relish the sensations.

But her body was tensing because she felt the flail pull away. She knew what was coming. The inevitable first strike. She’d never been whipped before. Sure, a good smack on the ass during intercourse, but never with something other than a hand.

‘Ready?’ Jon’s hushed voice uttered.

‘Go,’ Bec gasped, ready for the hit.

Instead, her little blue bullet jumped hard against her clit, on full bore. She squealed, her hips thrusting up from the bed. Jon persisted with the toy.

‘God yes!’ Bec cried out after a few seconds.

Jon pulled the bullet away, instantly bringing the flail whizzing through the air, cracking against her thigh.

Such an unexpected shift of sensation drew a rasp from Bec’s lips. She could feel the warmth of her blood rushing towards her thigh. Just as she thought she could feel the sting begin, her bullet was back directly on her swollen clit.

Bec neared her orgasm precipice. She suppressed calling out her ingrained climatic foreshadowing, hoping she could sneak one past Jon.

But he was well in tune with her body. Not just from tonight, but their recent times together, paying her more attention than he had managed their whole time together.

The shuddering of her thighs, the curling back of her toes, biting her bottom lip. He repeated his previous move, pulling away the bullet and whipping her in the same place.

Bec let out a sound, somewhere between pleasure and pain; breathy, guttural, ecstatic.

She waited for the return of that devilish little satisfying toy, but instead she got the whip again, then followed by the bullet buzzing against her pussy lips.

‘Do you want to come now?’ Jon said, flatly.

‘Oh god yes!’ Bec wailed.


The bullet retracted. Bec held her breath.

She had no idea what was next on Jon’s agenda.

Part Two of The First Time…

Truckin’ And Fuckin’ In China!

Ling is a Taiwanese truckie – the strong silent type.  He works hard for a living after losing his well paying job in the construction industry.  Still maintaining his muscular physique and chiselled looks made him popular with the ladies but now with the long hours he social life had come to a big fat zero.

But this day his luck was to change.   Whilst doing a delivery on a public holiday he came across a horny American girl.  Dressed in a skin tight mini skirt she led him on a sexual adventure he had never been on before.

Enjoy all of Ling’s sexual adventure where he was lucky enough to go Truckin’ And Fuckin’ In China!

Erotic Fiction Or Fact?

The best kind of erotic stories are one that’s based on the truth. Now i’m not guaranteeing that everything in this story is fact, but what i’m suggesting is that there were certain events that led to this story. . . Here goes.

A chance encounter while shopping reconnected me with an old friend. In the past we had a friend’s with benefits kind of relationship. And to be honest I had some experience as a slightly older boy having turned 18 a while ago and she had none. But jump forward 12 years and here we are catching up over a coffee, chatting about people and places from our past and it didn’t take long for one of us to mention our more personal adventures.

It was then that I learnt I was her first, it was news to me and I took the opportunity to give a cheeky compliment that she made all the right moves and seemed to know what she was doing, a natural.

Fast forward to a few days after our catch up and I receive a text from her, she quite openly asked during our coffee date if I was tempted to go off with her to some private place and relive some of those benefits we shared before or was she alone in that thought? I replied that the more we spoke about old times the more it crept into my mind – and i left it open to flirt.

In the days that followed we continued to exchange texts that where getting more and more on the subject of reconnecting sexually. One night the phone goes off again and it’s a simple but exciting question on my screen. “what do you want to do to me?” and to tell the truth I was shook, I didn’t know how to answer, was she expecting some descriptive play by play of a sexual encounter? Or was I expected to reply in a way that I can’t even begin to understand?

For the first time in many years I felt nervous, and decided to reply with a bit of a dodge “I want to fulfill your desires, whatever you want I will do”. If her first question didn’t make me feel nervous enough her next text had me completely questioning my self-image as a experienced sexual being, she began to describe how she wanted me to tie her hands above her head, kiss & bite her as I removed her clothes, and I thought well this isn’t anything new to me, all things I had done before. But that’s were my experience ended and I began to realized she had become a lot more experienced in exploring herself sexually than I.

The following texts all described how she will want me to choke her, spank her if she does not give the desired response, call her names & use all manner of devices on her, she ended out stating “I want you to completely dominate me” Not knowing what to say I responded with a joke “my safe word is keep going” to witch I was told safe words are useless when she is gauged.

I was both excited and nervous, she was defiantly requesting a kind of play I had never done. And I was running though my head, how do I go about this? How do I completely dominate someone and be in total control of another’s body, and that’s when I realized, she is the one who is in control here. She had outlined exactly what she wanted and I was putting all my thoughts and effort into how to successfully do this to her satisfaction. I had become so obsessed with making sure she was satisfied I didn’t even care if I enjoyed it. I felt like I was the slave here not her.

This was the first time my confidence as a dominant sexual being was challenged. She had told me that when we first had sex I was her first. But now I felt like I was the new one, nervous and scared of getting it wrong. And so I did what a lot of people would do, I completely hid my worries from her and acted like it was nothing new, not wanting her to know that this was new ground for me. Fake it till I make it I had decided.

Sex Stories

And so came the day when she invited me around. By this point there was no beating around the bush in how she spoke to me. “bring something to restrain me, and plenty of toys to fuck me with”

For a moment I considered the irony, she is the one completely in control of this situation in which I am to play the part of the one in control and boy had the tables turned from all those years ago where I was the one who knew what they were doing. A very new road lay ahead of me as I drove to her house, bag of toys sitting in the seat next to me, trying to compose myself and squash my clear nervous excitement. I received one final text before I arrived “the door is unlocked, I’m waiting”…..

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