She Male Escorts of Kuala Lumpur would change my view on diversity. I despised the fact that we have to live our lives according to some social norms and expectations. With over 7 billion people, being either this or that is too much of a constraint for people to live by. I have lived and am currently living as a nonconformist. With my wild and adventurous sex life coming as no surprise. Having a taste of both worlds has always been a fetish of mine. Or so I thought.
My experience in Kuala Lumpur with a she male escort will forever change my perception of life and romance.
Last summer was my first time in Malaysia.
My favorite band was to hold a show in the capital city, Kuala Lumpur, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Announcement came as a surprise, so I had to make hasty arrangements to make it. I got on the phone with my travel agent, Bryan, who also happened to be my best friend. We made travel arrangements together. I had my flight booked and I looked over some hotels I will be staying during my 3-day visit.
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While making plans, he asked if I needed the service of the shemales of malaysia for the period. I was hesitant as I thought it would be an exciting experience to tour the city by myself without a shadow lurking over me. It’s the idea that gives me freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I wish.
So I replied, “No.”
Bryan responded, “You are a beautiful lady, alone in a city you know little about. Three days might be too little for you to properly explore the city and have the best out of it. ” He continues, “You will be there for just a couple of days for a good time only.
Having an escort who could also be your guide might just be all you need. “
I mused over it for a bit and thought, if the company is perfect, why not? I replied, “On one condition, though, he or she must be perfect. You know my taste. ” With a sly smile, he replied, “I got you.” With an afterthought, he asked, “How does a she male escort sound?”
My roguish grin was answer enough for him.
I had to travel the following week, so I said a hasty farewell to my friends and made my way to the airport.
Keisha, my Malaysian escort, would be waiting for me at the airport
Which was a relief. Flight was a bit bumpy, but we touched down without a mishap in Kuala Lumpur. Amidst the stream of people waiting at the airport, I found my name colorfully written in a bright color. That brought a smile to my face. But not as much as the person holding the sign. I have always thought of myself as someone with a great eye for beauty, but I couldn’t properly place the lady.
I was fascinated by her good looks. But I don’t know if I should call her beautiful or handsome. She was dressed in baggy sweatpants, but it has never looked this good on anyone. This was teasing as it only made me fantasize about what was underneath.
Thought of Her Lips Had Me Shivering
She had curly blonde hair, perfectly carved brows on a sparkling blue eye, and pouty lips. Thought of those lips on me sent me shivering for a second. My gaze traveled down her chest, and I could see the faint shape of her bosom. I imagine those in my mouth as she touches me where I yearn for her the most.
My hungry eyes had already stripped her naked. But I couldn’t wait to do it with my hands. I signaled to her and she flashed me one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen, weakening my knees further. She walked down to me and gave me a warm hug.
“Hello,” she said, with a soft kiss on my cheek.
I responded, “Hello.”
“You look way more beautiful and hot than in the pictures,” she said.
I blushed briefly and, with a smile, said, “Thanks. You look better than I imagined also.”
“The hotel is about 30 minutes away, so you should have plenty of time to rest for the show tomorrow,” she said.
I was so distracted by her already that I already forgot about my reason for traveling down here. “There are 2 booked rooms, so you can sleep separately if you want,” she added.
“I can use the rest,” I replied.
We got a taxi. But throughout the ride I could feel myself getting hot and my body craving touch. It has to be the jet lag, I reminded myself for the umpteenth time. We collected our keys, got on the elevator, and had small talk along the way.
“This is you,” she said, as she pointed me to my room.
“I am in the opposite room, so you can easily reach me whenever you want,” she added.
With her naturally pouted lip, she said, “Have a great rest, Laura.”
She brushed my hand with hers lightly and gave me that smile, one I couldn’t resist.
In a moment of weakness, fatigue forgotten, I dropped my luggage and took her in my hands. I grabbed her lips hungrily and pressed her to me. Could feel a stirring as she pressed towards me, feeling her through the fabrics. I clumsily opened the door, totally forgetting about the luggage. Dragged her into my room. I had my hands inside her shirt till I could feel the heaving breasts. Yanked the shirt off her and could see the beautiful skin. I took a second to take it all in. As she gently and sensually took off her pants.
I gawked and swallowed twice as I saw all of her.
She walked slowly and dangerously towards me, took off the scanty clothes still on me, and pushed me to the bed. I arched my back towards her. But she turned me, kissing me gently from my face towards my belly, leaving hot, wet trails. She went further down until she got to the warm, moist part. She had me in her mouth, and I couldn’t describe the sensation that came. I felt tears trickling down my eyes as I moaned in pleasure.
I wouldn’t miss the show for the world. But for this I will, I thought, as I let myself get swept by the flood of pleasure. Amidst moan of pleasure, I thought faintly about how no one should have to make a choice between the kind of pleasure they want.
That thought would be short-lived as another gasp of pleasure escaped my lips.
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