tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102266952011-07-03T17:33:36.058-12:00A blog by two Malaysian sensualists. J is the one with the sugarcane, and N is the gal with the cane. Malaysia boleh!The big cheesenoreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1119191753289142332005-06-19T02:17:00.000-12:002005-06-20T02:41:08.833-12:00

Tomorrow will be exactly 6 months from the day that F~ died. Thinking about him still brings a smile to my face (and occasionally a tear in my eye). He was a good dog by all accounts, as energetic (until his final 2 weeks) as though he was still the 4 month-old puppy that I'd found as a stray and adopted.As I sit at my computer typing this blog, I recall the times when he would climb upstairs and

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1117199828776014952005-05-27T20:17:00.000-12:002005-05-27T17:40:56.456-12:00

J here. Imagine you're sleeping with your mouth wide open. There are sounds. Sounds of snoring. Picture a red ant crawling high above on the ceiling, minding it's own business. Suddenly it's attacked by a hungry cicak. Startled, the ant drops from the ceiling, into your wide open mouth. Yeech, you wake up retching, the little ant tripping all over your tongue, the foul stinging taste of ant acid

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1116428897961176012005-05-18T23:08:00.000-12:002005-05-18T03:22:48.586-12:00

Seems like some people have been inspired by our previous posts on the erotic uses of Tiger Balm. Sexploitster goes one better. He gets a taste of minyak cap kapak and pepper on his penis!And if you think Tiger Balm is erotic, then you might agree that Ikea furniture is sexy.

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1116184954474113522005-05-15T23:22:00.000-12:002005-05-16T16:01:03.466-12:00

A day after my last post, N and I were lying in bed, relaxing after a hot shag. She grabbed my limp penis and proceeded to milkshake me. I felt my member revive, but it still felt dry and sore. N stopped and turned to the edge of the bed, where we keep a pot of cream for these dry spells.I lay on the bed, gazing at the ceiling, as she rubbed cream over her hands. Then she turned round, her hands

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1115724419044981912005-05-10T19:26:00.000-12:002005-05-10T00:07:48.403-12:00

J here! After a short hiatus due to work commitments, we're back.I've been using Tiger Balm ointment since I was a kid to sooth mosquito bites. The cool menthol feel and deep heating properties of Tiger Balm make it suitable for backaches and sports massage. And other things of course!When N and I first met, we talked about sex aids. She admited that she sometimes uses a deep-heating massage

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1113924834359524212005-04-19T21:33:00.000-12:002005-04-19T04:54:25.046-12:00

I remember how delighted I was when I first discovered the Hustler's blog. Here was a kindred spirit who reveled in the joys of sex, and was a great storyteller to boot. We never met and only exchanged a few words on the fringes, but I always smiled whenever he posted another quirky story about the sexual misadventures of us Malaysians. My gal N wasn't so pleased when I showed Hustler to her:

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1112430067859430002005-04-02T15:21:00.000-12:002005-04-01T21:04:18.683-12:00

Was surfing around and stumbled upon this site by Jake Bronstein. Jake weaves his photos and stories together wonderfully: Golden Penis and Sticky, Icky, Icky.

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1112352011388668222005-04-01T17:40:00.000-12:002005-04-01T19:58:54.216-12:00

Hi! No April Fools jokes. We're fucking serious here :-)The bondage books we ordered from Amazon and mentioned in Ultimate Surrender have arrived. Not a peep from Malaysian Customs. So long as the boys from Customs are out performing drug busts and not disturbing my sexual peccadilloes, i have no complaints.The two books are The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage and Asia Bondage. From a cursory

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1112015585508897862005-03-29T21:05:00.000-12:002005-03-29T04:39:23.810-12:00

N's mother invited me to church for the Sunday Easter service. I'm not a Christian, but I tactfully agreed to go. On Sunday morning, I got a call from N, demanding: "Have you left?"I looked at my watch. Just past 10: "What's the rush? The service is at 11."N explained patiently, "Today is Easter, it's going to be packed. We have to leave now."Oh-oh. I was too far away, so I told them to go ahead

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1111425340509894982005-03-22T01:15:00.000-12:002005-03-21T14:14:31.156-12:00

Read this interesting titbit on abstinence from sex on Xinhua:After studying the sexual behavior of about 12000 youngsters, researchers from Yale University and Columbia University have found that teens pledging virginity until marriage are more likely to have oral and anal sex than other teens who have not had intercourse. "Since pledgers have fewer sexual partners than non-pledgers, they

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1111249611881478572005-03-20T00:26:00.000-12:002005-03-19T05:29:38.220-12:00

N and I were having phone sex a few months ago. I was sprawled on my bed, one hand holding my Nokia, the other one playing with my cannon as we lobbed verbal shots at each other. Midway through the verbal licking we were giving each other, N asked me whether I liked Mars bars. Being utterly stupid and lacking in imagination, I answered with a cautious and puzzled "Errrrh, yes... Why?""Don't you

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1110942173929542232005-03-15T15:02:00.000-12:002005-03-19T15:02:42.950-12:00

Xiaxue, an extremely interesting blog written by lovely young Singaporean lass, has posted this intriguing riddle:Safe sexThere are 2 guys and 2 girls. The 2 guys want to fuck the 2 girls (ie each guy screws both girls) but there is a problem ... There are only two condoms available. Use the condoms any way you want - reuse, flip it, etc - but you cannot wash it.No body fluids can be exchanged (

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1110621690746964082005-03-12T18:01:00.000-12:002005-03-12T22:50:50.063-12:00

An absolutely delighted N return to my house after dinner on Tuesday. She was still glowing from the pink iPod mini I had just given her. In my bedroom, I turned on her new iPod and played it on my speaker system. I choose a playlist I had handcrafted for her, good music for romantic fucking. A mix of soft music from Diana Krall, The Carpenters, Alicia Keys, Sting, Bee Gees and Ella with a twist

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1110591413716520932005-03-11T13:00:00.000-12:002005-03-11T17:36:08.340-12:00

I had been running around like a headless chicken all day trying to make sure that my presentation materials, facts & figures were all "a-ok" for the big meeting that I was going to attend at my regional office. I was to fly off early the next day.It was going to be the first time that J and I were going to be apart since we started dating. I had to meet up with him. It was for dinner at Amarin,

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1110282038839040832005-03-08T19:40:00.000-12:002005-03-08T04:36:18.443-12:00

Shhhh! I have a secret I'm about to share with you. N doesn't know about this yet. I just bought N a pink 4 Gb iPod Mini. I'm really excited about it, and am going to give it to her tonight in Mid-Valley.The iPod Mini cost RM 999. One of the new ones that run for 18 hours continiously. I'm also getting for her the Apple In-Ear Headphones that fit better and my spare charger (the new iPod's don't

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1109964411195495602005-03-05T03:26:00.000-12:002005-03-05T05:10:42.016-12:00

Hooray for Friday night! Both of us had been working hard and we promised each other that we would play hard after work. We agreed to meet at 7.30, but we had so much work that we only met up closer to 9. The food was Italian, the place Damansara. N had spaghetti marinara baked in foil and I had ravioli in creamy salmon sauce. The ravioli was too rich, but that didn't matter; tonight was for

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1109786879500997022005-03-03T01:07:00.000-12:002005-03-03T03:30:21.020-12:00

I have mentioned before that N is too busy to blog because some of her seniors at work have resigned. Thanks to this, N is moving up into middle-management. Like all new managers, she's very hands-on, so she's been staying out late at work these past few days. On Tuesday, N came home at 11pm. My poor N hadn't had dinner yet, so i dropped by her house and took her to out to a popular mamak eatery

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1109568718232620112005-02-28T20:31:00.000-12:002005-02-28T02:29:58.266-12:00

I (J) recently spotted a blog posting about how much better lesbian lovers are on petalingstreet.org. Lainie, who has a great blog, talks about this lesbian she knows in fawning tones: Fip and I were talking ... about this girl friend of ours who had eleven orgasms in a night thanks to her extremely, extremely talented bed partner....Yeah you hetero girls out there, suddenly, sleeping with

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1109519049460341932005-02-27T23:06:00.000-12:002005-02-28T03:52:53.623-12:00

Recently N and I watched the movie Kinsey on DVD. It's about Alfred Kinsey, a pioneer on human sexuality research, and how he shocked America as he walked a fine line between voyeurism and science. Liam Neeson, famous for his multi-faceted portrayals of real people (Schindler's List, etc), stars as Kinsey. Alfred Kinsey was a zoology professor in Indiana University. Disappointed by the lack of

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When visiting Chinese restaurants as kids one of the fun things we used to do was popping the wrappers of the paper towels. As you probably know, you hold the plastic wrapper taut at one end with one hand, and hit the bubble formed on the other side really hard with the other hand. A very satisifying explosion occurs. If you're lucky, you'd annoy the grownups and enjoy ducking and evading the

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1108468940635639912005-02-15T00:02:00.000-12:002005-02-15T01:08:36.336-12:00

I took N and her mum(!) out for Valentine's dinner. No roses, no wine, and definitely no sex. We weren't planning on having a big celebration anyway, given the amount of shagging we did over the weekend. There's only so much kneading, rubbing and friction that a dick can take. And I also felt good in taking N's mum out - it's not merely sex I'm after you know.We ate at a Hong Kong style

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1108263173288425752005-02-14T10:52:00.000-12:002005-02-13T15:14:19.146-12:00

I popped myself out and the head was laced in red lipstick from N's monthly cycle. I peeped under the T-shirt. The flow had soaked right through and into the bedsheets. We had done it with more vigour and passion this time, and a T-shirt was no longer enough. Yes, it would be a red laundry day.N and I put the stained sheets in the washing machine and had lunch in the living room. Mutton curry

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1108353429911434072005-02-14T00:57:00.000-12:002005-02-13T19:51:45.453-12:00

You always picture a hustler as a sharp dressed man with a glib mouth and a shark's mind. SleekBlackMercedes aka ThE HuStLeR shows another side to his character in his Best Wishes on Valentine's Day... post:It’s sad when relationships/marriages fail due to misunderstandings and us men’s failure to recognize that we have a precious gift in our gf/spouse and due to neglect, we let something

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1108225702178254182005-02-12T04:28:00.000-12:002005-02-12T05:41:40.113-12:00

To me, there's something intensely romantic about making love to someone during her flow. It's like saying "I will always love you, through thick or thin." I don't wear a condom then, and the thought of the blood mingling with my semen makes it feel like some pagan love ritual.The first time I suggested this to N, she was a bit hesitant, not because she didn't like the thought (she is my kinky

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1108133246955646872005-02-11T02:47:00.000-12:002005-02-11T15:11:09.890-12:00

Happy Chinese New Year. N is in KL and I am away in my home town, so we are corresponding by email, phone and sms. Recently we received a nice thank you post from littleblack, complimenting us on our blog:This is Littleblack from Black and White Nightlife Diary. Thanks for linking. You have a great blog! N responded by sending this email to me (J):U are gaining quite a fan base!!!I replied:Me

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1107794322620519962005-02-07T05:38:00.000-12:002005-04-01T19:58:12.776-12:00

N and I have known each other for about 2 months. Despite the age gap (I'm nearly 10 years older), we have so many similarities in taste that it is postively disturbing. Of course the really interesting parts of our love story are always in the ways in which we differ.I've played consensual rape before with some of my ex-girlfriends. That's when she resists my advances and we wrestle each other

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1107456291096073092005-02-04T15:44:00.000-12:002005-02-04T18:42:24.443-12:00

After I told N that I was going to blog about Ikea furniture as sex toys, she cautioned me, warning me that Ikea might sue me. I laughed: hey babe, they should be giving me a commission! With this sort of publicity, sales of the Mammut stool is sure to increase... Update: Ikea's Attitude Toward Sex Ikea has a healthy swedish attitude towards sex. I doubt if they see any defamation or bad

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1107142135265294832005-02-03T12:19:00.000-12:002005-02-12T04:47:15.553-12:00

As some readers might recall, N and I were at Ikea (a large furniture store chain) last weekend.We had heaps of fun bouncing on the beds, banging the cupboards, and slouching on the sofas. We sneaked into a shower cabinet for a quick kiss and squeeze session. Things only got serious when we approached the chairs. I turned to N and said "Maybe we should buy a chair?" N and I have one track minds;

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1107422772918235912005-02-02T21:26:00.000-12:002005-02-03T04:51:44.616-12:00

On Sunday, we visited Sungei Wang Plaza. The traffic was pretty bad, the jam was longer than my dick, and I was getting pretty impatient. As we waited for the traffic to move, I saw our salvation. There was a Proton illegally parked on the sidewalk that was reversing out and onto the road, vacating some space for the next hero driver. I revved my engine and rolled my car onto the pavement.

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1107063740770404172005-02-01T18:42:00.000-12:002005-02-01T20:09:29.743-12:00

You know what, Sarong Party Girl is totally fucked up, but i still like her. Smart, sensual, impulsive, moody, confused, living life by burning her dildo at both ends. She looks quite cute too. Martine is odd, he says he doesn’t know what to do about me, and that’s a big problem for him. I told him about the fucker who’d said I had better be careful, and he said that I had indeed better be

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1107148490515584732005-01-30T17:14:00.000-12:002005-01-31T05:32:38.890-12:00

A few weeks ago, I was complaining to N that the Durex condoms I was using were such a poor fit (they were Ribbed). She told me to do some research, so I visited the Durex website and found a detailed comparison of the different condoms sold in Malaysia. I discovered that the best fit for me was Comfort condoms, which has a nice shape tailored to the penis. Now we've all heard the stories

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1107060830236089432005-01-29T17:43:00.000-12:002005-01-30T06:35:10.566-12:00

While getting out of my car in the underground parking at Ikano Power Centre, N asked me about my Passion and Perfume 2 post: "When did you call me kinky bitch?" I paused in recollection. We had called each other bastard and bitch in the heat of love; but it was true, I had called her kinky bitch only in my mind. I held her by the arm and fondly stroked it. "Dear, don't you know, whatever we

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106980617919580172005-01-28T18:36:00.000-12:002005-01-29T16:02:13.053-12:00

As you might recall, I borrowed N's panties the previous night to wear to work the following day. N's undies smell like roses. I'm serious - N stores all her undies wrapped in potpourri. My pecker had never smelt so fragrant. When I was in the loo at work and unzipped, the toilet didn't smell of disinfectant; my pubes were suffused with the sweet scent of flowers. Yesterday, we met up after work

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106884201573681182005-01-27T15:50:00.000-12:002005-01-28T19:08:43.336-12:00

During a Metro sale in the early 90's, my sisters and I were at the lingerie department. The queue at the sales counter was staggeringly long, so I offered to queue up while my sisters continued shopping. I was the only man in this queue. The women behind me, holding their delicate new bras, slips, panties, camisoles and garter belts stared at me. One woman actually came up to me, her hands full

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106753331012889932005-01-26T02:27:00.000-12:002005-02-08T15:20:28.800-12:00

I remember replying to J's first e-mail. It was, as he says, short & totally unusual. But what caught my eye was his profile. He ended it quirkily (in the column where you're asked to describe the "match" that you're looking for) , with"Must be kind to animals, including the macho species called men." And I thought that was a hook that I could really catch up on! So, I replied saying "Hallo, Oh!

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106673085402090732005-01-25T05:11:00.000-12:002005-02-08T15:27:26.223-12:00

I met N at match.com in early December last year. She told me that my first email to her was unusual. Apparently most Malaysian guys post a long and winding story introducing themselves, basically a standard canned response they send to all the girls. Mine was short, personal and to the point. I prefer writing personal notes to girls. I don't want to spam a thousand girls hoping to get lucky

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106573805435317622005-01-24T01:36:00.000-12:002005-01-24T01:51:00.993-12:00

I like this Mumbai wench ad astra per aspera and her love-story, torn between HUBB and 'HIM'. Real-life stories are more moving and gripping than any Bollywood movie. He had now realized that something was drastically wrong. He flew down from Calcutta, and demanded to know what was wrong with me. I told him as concisely as I could that I had decided to accept his constant offers to "get out

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106568487428017992005-01-23T23:59:00.000-12:002005-01-29T18:09:39.330-12:00

Yesterday, we were going full swing and I told N how beautiful she looked. It took little persuasion from me to record a video of me contributing to N's thrust fund. I raised the digital camera high above our heads and recorded a beautiful shot of her spreadeagled on my bed, her pillow tastefully tucked under her bottom, thighs wide and open, and me kneeling before her with my python going in and

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106414635130554412005-01-22T05:15:00.000-12:002005-01-22T05:23:55.130-12:00

Shadow play or “wayang kulit” is a cultural art-form that is practiced predominantly in the East Coast states of Malaysia. It involves an open field where the audience (villagers) sit, a stage with a white cloth as the screen, a paraffin lamp, the storyteller or “tok dalang”, and his two-dimensional puppets which are brought to life through his skillful manipulation. The audience on the other

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106396276086247332005-01-22T00:17:00.000-12:002005-01-22T04:30:21.040-12:00

It is possible in a manual or blog to describe all the variations of love-making; but it is impossible to recapture the feelings of the lovers involved. Descriptions of the bucking and the riding, words such as "the drowning of multiple orgasms", merely serve to suggest the indescribable, the mystery and the power of love. Yesterday was a public holiday, and N and I went shopping together. We

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Sex is all in the head. Sometimes i'm thrusting into N at a poor angle and i don't get enough friction. Without that friction it's not that pleasurable, and my penis will soften and bounce out. That's when N starts talking dirty. Well, not too dirty, but something like N's "take me, i want to feel you inside me" is an adequate aphrodisiac. Within a few seconds, I will get a tingling. Then my

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I remember the first time we met.We had arranged to meet on Sunday afternoon on Boxing Day, but we had been up so late talking over the phone that we moved it to dinner. Our hearts were focussed only on each other, oblivious to the Tsunami that day.In the evening, I was too early, so I quietly waited at the plant shop near your home. When I arrived and you entered my BMW, my heart beat faster,

The big cheesenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-1106064584954803432005-01-18T03:50:00.000-12:002005-01-18T16:02:51.153-12:00

It's funny how you meet someone whom you get along great with, and you think that "this IS IT". Like a shooting star, it streaks across your cloudless night sky, a sense of exhilaration is felt, but soon, it burns out leaving you bereft and wondering what had become of something which you had thought was so right, so perfect, so wonderful? The sense of "wonderment" wears thin after awhile, and

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J posts a test full of hormones. Burp!

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