Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2019 06:16:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Screw Ya Subject: Married to Malay butch THIS STORY INVOLVES SEX BETWEEN A TEENAGE GIRL AND AN ADULT WOMAN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 AND/OR ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH MATERAL, LEAVE THE SITE NOW. if you like my story, email me at thescreamingqueer@yahoo.com tags: F/F, strapon, oral, beginnings, romance, teens, adult/youth CH 1 Hey there... I'm Anna and I got married a year ago... I'm 17 and you may think it's crazy that I somehow got married to a woman 8 years older than I am, but it was in a liberal part of conservative Malaysia, so, if you were to take that into consideration, it'd make sense. I met Mayang a few months ago (if marrying at 16 to a woman isn't weird enough for you) as a tourist to Kuala Lumpur who was walking around with a few friends until they ditched me. All I had was a phone and a phrasebook on my person. At the time, I was wearing a denim skirt that stopped a few inches over my knees, a white button up shirt, and a pair of black heels. My long, dirty blonde hair was a little lighter than usual as I was getting a lot of sun in Malaysia. I wanted to embrace my femininity and my figure while making sure I didn't create a lot of shock as a white girl in a conservative Muslim country. I have an inverted coke bottle figure and was hoping it didn't draw a lot of attention to myself. She just so happened to be in the right place at the right time when I got lost. I was panicked as hell. I texted my friends anxiously and got no response. After all, there was no service where I was. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was preparing to slap someone, presumably a man with nasty intentions, but when I turned around with my hand raised, I immediately realised I had nothing to worry about when I looked up. All I saw was a tall, handsome woman who stood about 5'8 with a concerned look on her face. Her dark brown doe eyes were framed by her perfectly arched eyebrows. Her lips looked plump. She had prominent cheekbones and a smooth square jaw. She was wearing a white button up shirt that accentuated her broad shoulders, some black slacks, and a white, cotton head scarf that framed her chiseled face that was the color of coffee with a bit of French vanilla creamer in it., perfectly tan. "You lost?" she asked me with a strong Malay accent. Her voice was very pleasant... there was a certain richness to it that gave me chills and made my knees shake, but also made me blush like a little girl who just said a cuss word. "Yes," I replied, trying not to let a single tear escape my worried blue eyes. It'd ruin my mascara and I would look like a crying mess. I already spent enough time working on my makeup that morning, anyway. I was shaking. It was already enough to be lost in a foreign country and feel terrified as SHIT, but being in the presence of such a beautiful human being and being TOTALLY unprepared for it really put a cherry on the top of my "Shitty-Day Sundae", so to speak. "Come," she said. "You look miserable." She took my hand gently and we started walking. I didn't know where we were headed at the time. "Where are you taking me?" I asked her, worried that she wasn't as trustworthy as she looked. She leaned in and whispered "this country is not like America... I want to buy you a hijab. You need to be safe." I may not be a Muslim, but I loved the way she rolled her r's. I also didn't want to seem ungrateful of her hospitality, so I just agreed and told her I was from America and came here for travel. "I am Mayang," she told me. "Welcome to Malaysia." I thanked her and told her my name was Anna. I asked her how old she was and she said she was 24. I was bummed out when I heard of her age, because surely someone's ass would get whupped in the US if a minor was with an adult, even if there was no sex involved. Anything like that had to be kept a secret. I told her I was 16 and her eyes lit up a bit. Maybe she was surprised about my age...Perhaps she was worried about me being so young and alone in a conservative country. We stopped at a little store that looked like it was high-end. We went inside and I took note of all the surroundings, the smells, and the people speaking Malay who were doing their business there. They were all women wearing hijabs. I was basically the only white person in there, but no one seemed to care. Mayang told me to stay where I was as she went to what seemed to be the hijab section of the store. After a few minutes, we left the store and she pulled my hijab out of the bag. She grinned, saying "You will love it." She handed it to me and it felt extremely soft... I was thinking it was made of silk. It was a light blue color and it looked as though it'd look amazing on because it'd bring out my eyes. I smiled at Mayang and she smiled back. She seemed to blush too, but I didn't know if she liked me or if she was just trying to be kind.. I was worried about coming off as too flirty around her, but then she lifted her hand to touch my cheek and whispered "You have a beautiful smile, Anneh..." I thanked her as a big smile filled my lips and hers. I wanted her to kiss me right there and then, wrapping her strong arms around me as the passion between us would burn all the anxiety I had- However, the anxiety in me restrained my impulses. For now, though, well, at that point, I wanted to spend time with Mayang. I felt as though I was falling in love with her already... and it USUALLY takes a while. Here's why. I've had my heart broken numerous times. I've been in abusive relationships where the other girl takes my heart and shits on it, and I was too blind to see that she didn't love me. She could slap me and manipulate me all she wanted, and I still believed she was right. If I tried to stick up for myself, she'd threaten to hurt me even more. Then she told me she loved me, and somehow, it felt justified to me. If she slapped me, it was right in my eyes, no matter how much she drank or how hard she hit me. It's why I'm so afraid to fall in love. I wore a skirt because all the scars my 3rd girlfriend left on my legs finally went away, but I wore a dress shirt that covered my arms completely (for obvious reasons). My friends would ask about the scars I didn't know I was showing and I tried to make up stories on the spot. They saw through the bullshit and the makeup I put over my black eye that I got if I told one of my significant others that she was drinking too much, and they were RIGHTFULLY worried. What if Mayang wasn't any different? If we had a relationship, would she, seeing that I have a soft, delicate nature, hit me too? CH 2 A few hours passed. My friends knew where I was. Mayang offered me a place to stay, and I made sure they were aware of that. The idea of spending the night with her was wonderful. Mayang let me hang out with her. She and I were having quite an interesting conversation after we went to a restaurant that served traditional Malay food. She also made it clear that I owed her nothing at all. I felt guilty and relieved at the same time, as I was pretty broke. It felt like we've known each other for a few months instead of the few hours we've actually known each other. We talked about our lives and she asked tons of questions about America. It turned out that she was the heir of her late father's business, so she was REALLY well off. She spoke very fondly of him. It seemed as though they were pretty close. I opened up about my exes abusing me. I saw the expression on her face go from wistful to concerned; I started to tear up at one point and she reached out and touched my hand. It didn't matter that we were in a Muslim country that treated gays like shit. She loved me. CH 3 Mayang walked me back to the flat she owned in the city. It was one of the rooms of the 24th story of a skyscraper. There was a silence that had something to fill it. Aaaand it was like a different silence that couldn't be broken by the sounds of Kuala Lumpur. We were on an elevator for a couple minutes. Mayang smiled at me and said she was so happy I could keep her company for a bit. Once the elevator opened, she took my hand and led me to a nasty looking door with a keypad. She put her code in and opened the door for me before going in herself. She took her hijab off, revealing her dark brown fade. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I have always loved butches. She and I sat on a leather couch in a dimly lit room. She had pictures on the wall of various things and people that she pointed to and told me about. She had a way of making me laugh. Her hand rested on the small of my back as she showed me around the place. "Anneh," she said in a low, serious tone. "I want to treat you right." I felt like I was burdening her. "I-I'm sorr-" "Shhhh..." She bent over and took my face in her hands. My legs shake and I can't think straight. All I can hear is my heartbeat and whatever she says. It's always been that way. She and I are married now, and when she touches me like that, it's the same feeling all over again. It's like the world shut up and the only thing that matters to me is her. Just Mayang. The fact that I'm breathing the same air she is. The passion that came through her touch. Her firmness. Her dominance. Her chivalry. The way it all calmed me. She picks my chin up with one hand and presses her lips against mine. My legs shake even harder but I feel her right hand on the small of my back again. It was a soft, long kiss. Her lips felt soft. They were as tender as the way her hands felt. She releases from the kiss and caresses my cheek, brushing a bit of hair out of the way. I lift my arms to wrap around her neck as she lifts me from the ground slightly to pull me in for another kiss... Her arms were strong. She smelled of cologne. When she let me down, I wrapped my arms around her and buried my head into her chest. She just held me. "Anneh..." she whispered. "You're beautiful. I want to treat you like I know you are...." I began to cry into her dress shirt. No one has ever treated me with such tenderness before. "I... I need..." I mumbled in between sobs. "What do you need, love?" she asked as she rubbed my back. "... you." I choked out. "Be my girlfriend, Anneh." "I will," I muttered as I sobbed into her chest. All she did was hold me as I cried and let whatever the hell I was feeling come out. CH 4 I spent the night in Mayang's embrace. It was heaven. She was my savior. She held me close as I ran my fingers through her hair. I let her feel the curves on my back. Plenty of soft kisses were exchanged during the night, sometimes exchanging love letters to the napes of each other's necks. She whispered to me in the most gentle way possible.. Hell,Whatever contact she had with me was gentle. It didn't go any further than that, However, it was like I KNEW she was "the one" at the time. She'd treat my heart like a porcelain. Same thing went for my body. At that moment, I knew every atom of mine wanted to be with hers. I didn't want things to be any other way. Everything felt so right. MAYANG: She's so beautiful... there's a certain softness about her that I can't put a finger on. Her voice is so thin and soft. Whenever she touched me, it reminded me of my sexual polarity. She is my yin, I am her yang. Her skin is extremely white... she was the milky way, and I was the astronaut exploring her. However, not only was I in her midst, I felt her. I enjoyed it thoroughly, and she seemed to also. I will be honest here.... I thought I smelled the heat growing in between her legs... If we were married already, I'd be able to scale her inner thighs with my mouth and sense that the heat was growing without the religious guilt involved. I already started dreaming of the night I'd slip a finger inside of her and feel her walls tighten around me, as if she wanted to trap me inside of her... I would explore her, feeling every space I'd be occupying with my tongue later. I would kiss her as her speed of breath increases... I'd feel her melting core, and I'll taste her, savoring her flavor. I knew she'd be tight, no matter what I did to her. She has the biggest, bluest eyes I've seen on a European girl, ever. They contrasted against her skin amazingly. Her pink lips were full and soft. Her face is round and she hates it... I love it, personally. Always have, always will. She looks so innocent. I KNEW she was mine when her cheeks turned to a shade of crimson when I touched her but yet she looked like she was about to faint. I felt protective over her.. She's all I want. Every atom of mine became hers, and every atom of hers was mine.. No clothes were removed, but I knew that whether they were gone or not, I'd always lead and she'd always submit. That's how it was. That's always how it's meant to be. I want to come home to her, and I was determined to make it that way. CH 5 "Mmm... Anna... you awake, cinta saya?" I felt a kiss on the spot under my ear. Damn, I'm not fully awake yet, but it's the chills she gave me made me perk up a little. "Cinta saya" means "my love" in Malay. I checked my phone's clock. It was 7 in the morning. I was still damn tired because my body needed to adjust to the time zone. I was still wearing my skirt and dress shirt from yesterday, but they were hella wrinkled. "Mhm..." I mumbled. I looked up from my phone in front of me to realize that Mayang's hands were on the spaces to the left and right sides of my body and she was on all fours. "I'm about to go to work... " she said. "You can stay here until you and your friends meet again..." "Thank you so much, M-" "Though I'd love to have you here for longer..." I looked into her eyes. "How long will you be gone?" I asked her. "From 8:30 to 10 at night..." I offered to clean the flat for her and make her dinner. As cheesy as it sounds, I love being hyper-feminine. Deep down, I've always wanted to be like a 1950's housewife in a relationship, especially with such a hardworking woman who loves being in charge. It's not like I really love cooking and cleaning, but I'd do that for her. I'd make her feel respected even though she leads an entire company. After all, it must be stressful for her. Honestly, it makes me feel like a woman. I wanted to be someone she could come home to. I don't like being in charge. I wanted her to lead. She obviously wanted to lead. So there is nothing fucking wrong with that. I'm a femme and I'm proud. She said that she had a maid come by and do everything for her, so i didn't have to worry about anything. I still felt guilty, though. She told me that she texted the maid about getting me some hairbrushes and your basic hygiene stuff. I forgot everything at the hotel I was staying at with my friends. That included my makeup. Whup. MAYANG: On my way to work, I thought of her as I adjusted my tie. This pantsuit actually fit me for once! She's still sexy when her hair is messy and her breath smells like death. I need to make her my wife, because if it weren't for my religion, I'd be making love to her already. All I'm going to be thinking about is what she'd look like once I unclipped the lacy black bra I'd buy her and pulled the matching panties off with my teeth. I pictured her breasts (being a little over a handful) being supple and firm and her pussy being trimmed. Maybe even shaved. When I made it to my office and started making spreadsheets, I couldn't focus. I thought of what my lover's body would look like once she was completely undone before me. Thankfully, it was only three months until I took her last name. During my break, I pictured my younger girlfriend straddling my lap. I was daydreaming but I still simulated her scent in my mind. I could smell her perfume that smelled of roses again. I thought of kissing down her neck as she grinded on me in that skirt she wore earlier. She always seemed like a modest girl, but even if she wore a burqa, she'd still look so attractive to me. I felt the friction I imagined on my crotch. I checked that the door was locked and I pulled the blinds down on my windows before sitting back down in my office chair, letting my hand slip under my pants and over my boxers. I rubbed my pussy in sync with Anna's motions in my mental movie. I pictured her biting her lip as she grinded farther into me. I imagined what her ass would feel like as I pictured grabbing it to pull her further up my lap as she unbuttons her dress shirt and I lean in to get in between her breasts that I've been thinking about taking into my hands since the night before. "That's where she belongs," I thought. "On my lap... She's probably a virgin and I need to have her all to myself before someone else lays a finger on her." After I came for the first time, I wondered if she was taking a bath... the image of my younger girlfriend soaking in my bathtub aroused me so much... The thought of her touching herself at the same time got me masturbating to yet another orgasm. I then remembered that I left a new vibrator in a box for her in the bathroom. I smiled, wiped my hands on my pants, and got back to work. ANNA: There were a few bathrooms in Mayang's flat. I was amazed at the quality of the bathtubs. There was a wide variety of body washes and shampoos available. It didn't look like she would use any of them, and plus I felt like pampering myself a bit. I knew I'd be doing nothing, but I wanted to smell good for Mayang as soon as she got back. Hell, she had a TV in there! It was mounted on the bathtub. Today was going to be a good fucking day and I knew it. There was a remote near the bathtub so I managed to figure out how to get on hulu and find my favorite show, 90 Day Fiance. I'm a proud consumer of Trashy TV and I have zero shame about it. At home, I'm usually sitting with my gay fathers when I have no shit to do after school. We consider it bonding. I undressed and got the water running as I tried to decide on which episode to watch. "Since I really have nothing to do, I might as well binge watch season 3," I thought. I put in a couple of lavender bath bombs as I get a rose scented body wash and spread some on my skin. For a minute, I closed my eyes and pictured my hands being Mayang's instead. I wondered what it felt like for her to sit behind me, wrapping her arms around me from behind. I wanted to feel my back against her breasts. I noticed that they were smaller than mine, but I didn't mind. I wanted to feel her breath on my neck as she lathered my arms with the body wash. I trembled as if she were there with me now, feeling me up. That thought alone turned me on, but I wanted to finish using the body wash. After all, it smelled amazing. I saw another bath bomb that I felt like using, though, and I reached for it, but when I grabbed it, I saw a box with a vibrator behind it. I blushed and giggled a bit, but then I saw my name on it. I was thinking `holy hell, she literally bought an expensive looking vibrator for me... I wonder if she wants to fuck me later." I opened the box and pulled it out. It had 8 settings on it and it was silent when I turned it on. "Perfect," I thought. "I can't think of Mayang fucking me into the next century with a bunch of fucking noise." I didn't care if my show was on. All I could think about was being Mayang's little submissive wife and letting her take all her lust out on me in bed after a particularly stressful day at work. I ran the vibrator over my pussy lips after I pulled them up and pictured Mayang running her fingers over them as I bit my lip and wished she were there to massage my breasts. I tried to slip the vibrator inside of my pussy but it was an inch too big for me. I just needed to picture her finger inside of me so bad. I NEEDED to feel it. Using some force from my pointer finger, I managed to slide it inside my gaping hole. The stimulation was so much for me, and I couldn't bring myself to try to pull it out. Instead, I let it buzz inside of me and my thoughts went from my girlfriend fingering me to her fucking me in missionary position with a strapon. Really incoherent, I know. My legs were twitching and shaking as I let out a few moans. It was somewhat painful but I was coming close to an orgasm that I was never ready for. However, I moved a certain way that turned the vibrator on HIGH and I started moaning louder. My moans turned to whimpers and a few tears fell from my eyes out of pure bliss as I worded my future wife's name, incoherently muttering its syllables. "OOOOOOH... Ohhhhh... Nnnnggggh.. Godddddddd... Mmmmm.... Ahhhhhhh! ANNNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!! MAAAAAAAAYYYAAAANG YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" I was convulsed a few times until I screamed and had a MAJOR orgasm that left me panting heavily and feeling hot, even in cool water. I came all over the vibrator . My arms felt weak. My waist was tired. My heart was pounding. I felt tears gushing from my eyes out of pure bliss. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. It was all so amazing. I reached down to pull it out of me finally. I kinda winced and gasped again. Aaaaaand I just realized that I masturbated through half of season 3. Great. CH 6 I just started over with season 3. It was actually decent. There were some AMAZING catfights, let me tell ya. While I was watching, I got a different soap involved so I could have a bubble bath. Apparently, this soap had qualities that purified the skin. Might as well use it, I guess. I heard a knock on the door and quickly covered myself up with suds. It was a maid. It was an old Asian woman with short hair that was carrying towels. "Oh! So sorry!" She said as she dropped them out of shock. "Oh, no, you're fine!" I felt guilty. I honestly have a soft spot for old people. And, plus, I was covered in suds, so she couldn't see my body at all. The suds were covering my breasts, so i was able to sit up and rest my head on this waterproof pillow. "Mayang tell me you here. Can I get you something to drink?" She asked with a smile on her face. "I'll have some Rose tea," I said. "Ah, good for calm," she replied. "5 minutes, please." She left the room. "She seems friendly," I thought. "Aaand she knows about tea..." Back in the US, one of my hobbies was making teas from whatever the hell people gave to me from their gardens. I managed to make quite a few good teas. I told people about teas by what it was capable of doing to someone's body and mind. For example, Lavender tea was good for anxiety. Black tea is great if you're trying not to fall asleep in math class. Green tea helps with stress and gives you a bit of energy. Rose tea is good for lifting the mood... AND one of its other abilities is to give the atmosphere a delightful scent; well, "setting the mood" as I put it. I also managed to make a good bit of money off the emo kids at school. The school banned the sale of caffeine and junk food, so people had to rely on me if they weren't able to get coffee before classes started. I usually made 20$ per day. Exam weeks were even better: 40$ a day! This was and always will be the only reason I'll EVER appreciate Michelle Obama. After all, that's how I paid for my tickets to Malaysia. The maid got back and handed me an ornate mug with my tea that was piping hot before she went to the mirror and set her purse near the sink. I thanked her and smelled the aroma. It had the strongest scent that I've ever smelled from a rose tea, which was astounding to me. I took a sip as the flavor and the heat basically CLEANSED my body. I now realize that this was possibly the greatest tea I'll ever have in my life, looking back. It was like being reborn or something. I dunno. But this was seriously a religious experience. "This tea is amazing," I thought out loud. "Thank you," replied the maid. "No one ask for rose tea! It's very good." "Honestly, people should drink tea more," I said. "It's amazing for your health and it's natural. Have you tried ginseng?" "Yes, it's my country's tea. We drink it a lot. Good for energy. Make you live longer. I like it." "I like it too," I replied. "You serious with tea, yes?" she asked. "I make tea at home." I gasped and exclaimed "I do too!" She smiled and laughed a little, telling me I was wise. We continued to talk about tea for hours on end, only stopping when she made me fried rice and chicken with Malay spices for lunch and Nasi Lemak, a popular dish based on rice in Malaysia, which is rice steamed with coconut milk and pandan leaves to give it a rich fragrance. She told me her name was Kim and she was 70 years old. We shared life stories and had tea together. Her husband fought in the Korean war while she raised their two young sons at the age of 15. She was a neighbor of his, and he would talk to her on the way back from school. He fell in love with her first, and she fell for him soon after. In spite of their parents' wishes, they got married. They're still together and they're happy as can be, she said. Her kids were now grown and had successful lives and children of their own, and they'd fly to Malaysia once a month to see her. At 6, she had to leave. In fact, today was their 55th anniversary, so they were heading out to dinner. I told her I was happy for her and congratulated her. However, before she opened the door, she said "Don't tell Mayang I tell you this, but she love you. She text me about you all day. I never see her like this, and I know her for 4 years." I FINALLY got out of the bathtub and put on a white robe that was hanging on the wall. It was extremely soft. I couldn't believe I was in there for 9 or so hours! When I tightened the "belt" on the silk robe, it made my figure seem a little more shapely. I noticed that my cleavage was showing and that the bottom of the robe was a little over my knees. It didn't really matter, though. I felt FANTASTIC... I made out with an amazing, chivalrous woman who felt for the way I did for her (who is also very, VERY well off) before I spent the night in her arms, she called me "cinta saya", I had an AMAZING orgasm before I made a friend with an elderly Korean woman with an interesting life,had the rose tea to define ALL rose teas, and was now looking forward for my Malaysian to come home from work. Life could NOT get any better. CH. 7 I heard a few steps from outside of the flat as I neared the front door. I walked close to it, adjusting my hair that I brushed in the bathtub earlier. Mayang opened the door, holding a suitcase, and before I was able to leap into her arms, she aggressively picked me up for a kiss as they held me. I was so happy, Everything was perfect. "I was thinking about you all day, cinta..." she whispered into my ear, nibbling it softly. I got the chills. "I thought of you, too," I replied as I kissed her cheek. "Your friends dropped your clothes off at the lobby," She informed me as she put me down. "Oh, thank god." I let out a sigh of relief. "What a shame." she let out a laugh. "I'd love to see you walking around like that all the time...." I remembered how short my robe was and I blushed. I looked up at her as she smirked and bit her lip. God, I found her so attractive... I asked her how work was as I helped her take off her coat and tie. "Stressful, Anna, stressful." She sat on the couch and I decided to be a big tease and sit across her lap. "Tell me about it, Mayang." I said in a low tone as I wrapped my arms around her. "Ya Allah, give me discipline," she giggled and said to herself. "I had to fire a couple idiots. Not the best workers, you know." "That sucks," I replied. We cuddled and said absolutely nothing as she turned on the TV for 20 minutes. I felt her stroking my back and giving me a few occasional kisses on the neck. "Anna.." "Yea, Mayang?" "I have a question to ask..." She turned off the TV and looked at me. "I'm a Muslim," she said. "My religion is important to me...As much as I want your body all to myself, I can't have sex until I marry... is that okay with you? And do you have a belief in a religion?" I was delighted to hear that... as slutty as I could be around her, it was sweet that she thought the sex between us could be sacred. And honestly, her devotion is one of the most amazing parts of her personality. Hell, as I'm writing this, she's doing one of her daily prayers. "I'm a Quaker," I replied. "My religion is important to me too. I'm completely okay with you wanting not to have sex until marriage, and I'm happy you brought the subject up. I respect you and I love that you're already showing that you respect me." "Good," she replied. "Do you want to start a family someday?" "If you want one," I replied. "Why all the deep questions this early?" "Cultural differences," she said as she shrugged. "I'm fine with it," I assured her. "I actually want the same thing. We seem to click." She asked about my parents and I told her about my two dads, Reuben and Randall Cohen. Reuben works as a Rabbi and Randall is a beautician. They met a year before they adopted me as a baby and have been awesome parents to me. When I told them I was gay, all they did was love on me.I was raised both Quaker and Jewish, but I've leaned more towards Quakerism. I take after Randall as I wear a full face of makeup every day and throw shade at everyone. He and I are pretty close. I'll introduce them to you later. "They sound nice," she said. "They're hella liberal, so they'll like you." I replied. We spent the night much like the one before, cuddling and kissing, giving zero shits about the rest of the world. Her arms still remain as strong as they were then. CH. 8 It's been a month at this point. Since I was taking a few months at school online, I could stay in Malaysia until it's over. Mayang and I were still getting along. Kim and I were better friends too. According to Mayang, she's kind of a mother figure to her. She'd joke that if she was to marry me, she'd ask her first, and then my dads. My fellow Americans were invited to dinner by Mayang because she wanted to get to know them. "Well, there's Aaron." I said as I sipped some soup. "He's from my neighborhood.In fact, our houses are next to each other. He's my best friend. We're really close. Grew up together. Came from the same orphanage. I've heard that we could have the same biological mother, I dunno." Mayang nearly spit out her soup. "Wow!" I laughed a bit. "I call him my `brother' because I've known him since we were toddlers, but..." "He could be your actual brother?" she asked. "Maybe," I replied. "He looks like me a lot. Our personalities are similar. In fact, he's gay too." Mayang smiled and said "I think he could be." "Well," I smirked and said "it's better than people thinking we're a couple." "Awkward, I guess." I pulled out my smartphone and pulled up a picture of Aaron and I from a month ago. We were both posing and trying to look serious. He has long, dirty blonde hair like I do. We share makeup, so we both had winged eyeliner and long lashes, emphasized by a neutral eyeshadow.. Our cheekbones were contoured to perfection and our lips had a coral shade painted on. "You two look so similar! He has shorter hair though. Still very wavy." She said. I thanked her and showed her a picture of us playing video games as kids. We still looked similar. Then, I showed her a picture of us in middle school. Our resting bitch faces, in their full glory, were in the photo as we wore matching shirts for "twin day." She laughed and asked "who else you got?" I told her about Jeff, another gay guy I usually hang out with. You really wouldn't suspect he's gay, though. He plays on the football team and detests anything frilly and feminine. However, he secretly writes poetry. Then Alex. Alex is my cousin. Does martial arts. Nuff said. He's pretty chill.A small nerdy looking guy, but you wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley. He's not really attracted to anyone at all. "They look lovely," she commented. "I can't wait to talk to them." "I'm going to tell them we're dating," I replied. "They'll be nice about it, but I want to surprise them... maybe after a month, I'll tell the dads." "Sounds good," she said. "Oh... by the way... gay people can't marry in Malaysia." We discussed the prevalence of religious conservatism in Malaysia. As a Libertarian, I got pretty pissed off at their government for legislating morality and failing to protect an individual's rights, especially if they were a woman or someone who wasn't too lucky financially. However, gay people are allowed to live together. CH.9 MAYANG: God, Anna's pretty smart. Last night, she explained what she calls "the shitstorm of American politics" to me. It's not like I thought she was dumb when I met her, but all of it stunned me. She's a rather blunt human being that wraps her grievances about other human beings in kindness. I like a little sass in a woman. Kind of sexy... Ah, Just like her soft hands and her gentle demeanor. The way she let me slip my hand over hers instead of it being the other way around. The way she almost signaled for me to kiss her when she wanted it. Her vulnerability. Her deep, soft, feminine voice. How she loved to make herself pretty. How she seemed to enjoy it when I assert my dominance. She wanted me to be in charge and I loved it. That's how it was meant to be. Her body was so warm against mine. I loved being the big spoon. It meant a few extra neck kisses for her, and a nice, firm ass against the crotch for me. It was like she shivered from the pleasure of my attention. I knew I loved her at that point. I swear. I needed her softness as she needed my rough edges. It's just the way it's supposed to be. CH. 9 Anna: >From what I believe, there's two dimensions to every human being- the spirit human and the carnal human. If you remove one, you can either have a weak human or a wicked human. The human who's all spirit is weak; without a drive and a will. A human who's all flesh is one has no capacity to love. Depending on polarity, we all lean a certain way, though it's important to maintain a balance... Sometimes there has to be another person to balance you out. Mayang has always been the more aggressive one. The other day, a guy said something (presumably) nasty to her in Malaysian and she, of course, got angry and proceeded to beat the shit out of him. If I were there, I would have gently tried to restrain her or try to distract her with a kiss if we weren't living in Malaysia. I, on the other hand, am the softest person here, in case you haven't figured out already. I'm passive. I'm sensitive. I'm emotional. I'm often the mother figure in my friend group, meaning that my boys often confide in me about their insecurities. Men don't like to cry in public, but I can make a person soft enough to cry around me. Hell, I even made Mayang cry as soon as we kissed at our wedding. However, I was already crying first. MAYANG: God, I'll never regret marrying her. I don't know how or why, but something wanted us two to be together. I can't imagine life without her. She's appealed to the softer sides of me that I'm discouraged from showing at work. Someone other than Kim was there for me to confide in. I'm just happy I have her to love. The fact that she's developed such a friendship for her just tells me Kim knew what she was talking about when she suggested that I propose to her. I regret absolutely nothing. I needed her. I just did. Always will. I'm a mess without her. Also, God, I miss Kim. I'm just happy she was at the wedding before she passed on. Anna and I speak of her every day. We have a picture of her in the flat. I see my wife praying over the picture every night and talking to her as if she were still there. May Allah take care of her. CH. 10: ANNA: It's been a couple months. My men (that's what I call my friends) met Mayang and actually approved of her. She encouraged them to make themselves at home. In fact, she gave them the living room to sleep in as she and I slept in her master bedroom. Honestly, she was the first girl my guy friends didn't give the evil eye. Of course, they weren't able to give her the "if you hurt Anna, we'll beat the shit out of you" talk (because of how strong they are compared to her)" after seeing the way she treats me and the way I looked at her. MAYANG: One of Anna's friends, Aaron, and I got along very well. He and I talked about work as the other 2 guys played video games on my PS4 and Anna was taking a shower. "Mayang," he picked up a cup of tea. "What do you plan on doing with Anna?" He raised his eyebrows at me, as if he were suspicious of me. I looked straight into his eyes and finally let someone know my intentions with Anna. "I want her to be my wife." I whispered, just in case if the other guys heard and told Anna. I wanted to make this a surprise. We were sitting on the balcony and looking at the view of the city. Aaron gasped loudly and grinned like a crazy person, covering his mouth with his hands and then squealing a bit like Anna usually does when she's happy. I smiled back at him. "Are you serious?" he asked me. "Please be serious with me." "Yes I am," I replied. "Do you love her?" he asked me. "Like, do you ACTUALLY love her?: "Yes I do." I made my eye contact more directly with him. "Is it alright with you? I know Anna is a beautiful young woman who can make her decisions, but I know she loves you like a brother and I respect you enough to ask you first." "I see," he replied, "Will you help me propose to her?" I asked him. "You know, I have the money and things like that, but you're so important to her." He let a few tears slip out. He smiled slightly as his lips quivered. "Yea," he responded. He pulled me in for a hug and patted my back upon release. He asked what I was planning to do and I told him that he and Anna can go with me to work and the other two can stay home and make themselves comfortable. He asked about the ring and I pulled it from my pocket, showing it to him. He gasped and smiled, asking how I found the size. I told him I "stole" one of her rings and got it measured. He told me that Anna had a soft spot for girls that could sing and play the guitar. I told him I knew how to sing somewhat decent and play the guitar, but never told Anna about it. "Does she have a favorite song?" I asked him. "I can learn how to play it." "Do `Tangled up in you' by Aaron Lewis," he told me. "Get her somewhere alone. Hell, I can sing decent, too. I take choir, anyway." "You can do the.. What's the word.. Harmonies?" I looked at him again. "Of course," he answered me. "What should I wear?" "Anything, really. We have to make the proposal a good surprise." "When do you plan on doing it?" "Tomorrow. I can't wait anymore." ....But then I eventually remembered that I didn't have a guitar. I guess I'll have to work with the cards I'm dealt with. CH. 11: I woke up in my bed as Kim handed me my coffee. I whispered into her ear that I was going to propose to Anna and she hugged me, wished me luck, and said that she was proud of me before leaving the room. I did my Salat prayer more fervently than what I usually did. I was so nervous, so that might have been the reason. I already made plans for the wedding with a few friends at work. We might not get a marriage certificate, but in Anna's religion, it isn't the government who marries; "It's God who marries," she says. "People are just witnesses." Anna, thankfully, was still sleeping like a rock next to where I was sleeping a bit earlier. She didn't need to know my intentions to marry her, yet.She still looked beautiful in her baggy pajama pants and a shirt with "Kuala Lumpur" spread across her chest. She looked so peaceful. I planted a kiss on her cheek and went to the mirror in the bathroom that was connected to the master bedroom. I put on the pantsuit I usually wear to work and slipped the box with the ring into my pocket. I heard a knock on the door and I opened it. It was Aaron wearing a tie. "Do I look ok?" he asked me. "You look great," I assured him. "We will send someone to get Anna in a couple hours while we're in my office." After we caught the bus to my building, I introduced Aaron to my coworkers as they struggled to speak English. He seemed to understand it, though. After we took an elevator, we went into my office. "This is my office," I told him. "There's a coffee machine if you need something to drink." "Thank you," he went to the coffee machine and grabbed one of the styrofoam cups to pour coffee in. He sat down and we started talking about the marriage proposal i was planning on carrying out. "You have the song, right?" he asked me with a concern on his face. "It's important to her. Martha sang it to her before she passed on." "Martha?" I asked him. "Shit.." he looked nervous. "Never mind." I was worried. Who was she? "Who is she?" I asked him. "She was Anna's fiance. She died a year ago. She gave me the ring she gave her before she died in an accident." "I'm sorry. ` `She doesn't want to talk about it, though." he said. "Don't bring it up. It's better if you don't." He went on. "She's been on Lexapro ever since she passed on. She texts her therapist every night." He explained. "She's always tried to take care of herself. Hell, she even told me Martha would rather her be happier than mourning all the time over her death." "What is Lexapro?" I asked him. "It's an anti-depressant med. Honestly, it's what's been keeping her alive. No matter how much she loves you, she's gonna need those pills. Gotcha? I've even been checking her suitcase to make sure she isn't trying to double dose. Please, Mayang, this isn't me being mean about your ability as her partner to make her happy... But god, she needs her meds. Hell, she ran out of them last night and I'm worried for her." I nodded and told him I was going to make a quick phone call. I found a way to buy the closest thing to Lexapro that was available and bought enough to last her a year. I just want Anna to be happy, and if there's nothing I can do about her hormones, I'll leave it to Prozac. It can be bought over the counter in Thailand, so I ordered it from there. The shipper said it'd be here in a few hours, as I paid extra to have it delivered more quickly. I then had an amazing idea... I was going to propose to Anna with it. ANNA: Today's a good day, and I know it, but I'm worried about my mental health. See, I thought I had brought enough of my Lexapro to last me for my time in Malaysia, but I was a third of my 3 month supply short. What would a month do to me? Would I have a bunch of depressive episodes per day? Mayang couldn't see this side of me. She really couldn't. I knew she was told about my dating life, but god... she's been so good to me I didn't want to burden her. She could have chosen someone FAR better than me, but no, she just chose my weird ass-My weird ass out of a huge selection of pretty asses. Attractive asses. Useful asses. Happy asses. You get it. I didn't want her to know I have depression, and that mentally, I've always had tunnel vision. The tunnel is dark and disgusting. I keep on going to reach the light or the darkness I can actually love-death. I received a text from Mayang that said Kim was going to drive me to her office. I was delighted because I've been missing her since she walked out of the door. Might as well get ready. However, yea, behind the made up, smiling face is a bunch of hormone imbalances and a shit ton of insecurities. That's just who I am. I'm not proud of it. CH 12: MAYANG: Aaron and I were bending over in front of my computer's webcam, trying to make sure we looked good. It was 5 o'clock and I was anxiously waiting for Anna to come to my office. "Mayang, you got any hair gel?" he asked me. "Yea, it's under the screen." "Thanks." I heard a knock on the door and I went to open it. It was Anna. She looked beautiful. My eyes widened as she stepped into my office, slowly closing the door before she walked towards me. God, I've always loved the way she walked. Her ass sways from left to right and she walks like a runway model. I CANNOT count how many times I've watched it when I got the chance. She was wearing her hijab, a black dress shirt, a long denim skirt, and black heels. I love her. I whistled at her and winked as she playfully rolled her eyes and was welcomed into my embrace. I kissed her forehead. "You look beautiful," I whispered into her ear. She giggled a bit and straightened my tie out a bit. I told her I was free tonight, so I was going to take her on a date (well, with Aaron too). We spent the next few hours eating at a traditional Malay restaurant, walking around Kuala Lumpur, and at this point, at a nice pond we stumbled upon, I decided that I'd work up the nerve to pop the question. I gave Aaron a signal to "go to the bathroom (meaning "hide behind a bush and take a video of the moment")." I looked into Anna's eyes. She looked into mine as I pulled her closer and picked up her chin. "Saya cinta awak," I whispered to her. "I love you." "I love you, too," she whispered back as I went in for a kiss. This kiss was longer than any other that ever happened. It was softer. More tender. Somehow as innocent as the one we had when we met. Time stood still. I released from the kiss and she and I noticed the sunset. It was like nature was aware of what was going on and wanted to make everything between Anna and I possible. "I got you something." I started digging in my pockets. I fumbled around until my hand found the orange bottle with the Prozac and ring in it. "Aaron told me you needed this and I want to take care of you... I could not find the Lexapro but apparently there's something they call Prozac." I pulled it out and extended my hand towards Anna. "M-M-Mayang..." she stuttered. "You didn't have to... seriously, you really didn't have to-" I told her just to take one for now, and she reluctantly opened the bottle and reached in for one of the green and orange pills. She didn't just grab the pill though. She saw the ring in there and asked what it was. I told her to give the bottle to me so I could make sure it wasn't anything crazy. Then I got on one knee and took the ring out. Anna covered her mouth as her eyes started to water, letting tears trickle from her eyes as I took her right hand into mine and held the ring up for her to see. I made eye contact with her again. "Anna, I love you. Will you marry me and be my wife?" "YES!!!" I slipped the ring on her pale, skinny finger before she fell into my arms and sobbed into my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her hair and held onto her tightly as her arms wrapped around my neck and I kissed her. Aaron came from behind the bushes and gave me the thumbs up. Then he ran over and turned our embrace into a group hug. "Anna, I'm so happy for you!" he exclaimed. CH 13: The morning after I proposed to Anna, I told a guy at work to take my position for the day. "I might as well spend today planning the wedding," I thought. We spent the entire day trying to plan it... She wanted to be cheap, but I didn't mind spending a bunch of money. Anna told me that her dads would have to pay for it, too, but I told her I'd pay for the entire thing, and that she wouldn't have to worry about dress shopping because we Malays don't really do the "white dress' thing. After all, she told me she wanted something traditional. We couldn't hire an imam, but we wanted to "feel" married. Well, maybe a commitment ceremony is a better description of what was going to happen than a wedding. Oh wait... the dads! Would they be supportive? Did they know? "Anna," I called Anna into my bedroom. She was hanging out with the boys. She seemed really cheerful as they asked her questions She came in and asked me what was going on. "We need to tell your dads." "Yea," she responded. "But we can't..." I was concerned. "Why?" She smiled and threw her arms around me before whispering "I've already done it. They can't wait to meet you." I smiled, relieved that I didn't have to break the news to her. "Baba told me that as long as you're good to me, he'll be good to you," she told me. "They don't feel the need to interview you. They'll just show up for the wedding." I tightened my hug and kissed her forehead. "I can't believe it," she whispered. "I'm gonna be your wife!" God, she's so beautiful. Every inch of her is. I couldn't wait to see her in her baju kurung (the traditional Malay dress for women), but I sure couldn't wait to take it off, either. ANNA: It's been two damn weeks.. Mayang can really plan shit fast. She's always been able to. We got married today! It's the happiest day of my life! The dads were crying, and hell, the boys were too. Baba told Mayang that he prayed for a suitable wife for me since the day I came out, and that he thanked God for her. Randall (whom I call dad) was an emotional mess, too. He offered to do my makeup for the wedding, and I let him do it. He and I are close, and he says that he remembers me being a child and asking him to do my makeup on my wedding day. He gave me advice about married life and told me how to be a decent life partner as he was touching my face up. "I don't care if y'all raise kids or not," he said. "But we sure wouldn't mind taking the grandkids clothes shopping!" After a few more brushes he did the jazz hands and said "Aaaaand you.... Look... FAAAAABULOUS!!!!" I gave him a hug and he adjusted my hijab. I saw myself in the mirror and nearly cried. I didn't really look at myself till now. I felt beautiful. My hands shook as Dad put a hand on my shoulder and said that he was proud of me. "Well, we now have another Cohen in the family." I said. "The first Malay Cohen, huh," he asked me. "Yup." "By the way... I have something to tell you" he made eye contact with me. "You know Aaron?" "Yeah," I responded. I was worried. Did something happen to him? "The DNA tests came back. Y'all are actually related." I gasped. I couldn't believe it. My best friend was actually my brother! I started to cry a little. I was just overwhelmed. I was so happy. "The mascara is waterproof, right?" I asked him. He assured me that it was. After 15 minutes, the wedding started at a nearby beach. We said our vows and did the traditional Malay wedding rituals. We had a small dinner and I saw Baba put his hand on Mayang's head to bless her. It was awkward since he's short like me, but it's important to him as a Rabbi that I'm with the right person. We were at Mayang's flat and we were just sitting around and laughing. We were generally in a good mood. When my (now) wife heard that Aaron and I were related, she gave his back a playful slap and exclaimed "I knew it! Ha!" We partied and chatted for a few hours until my dads went to a hotel room Mayang was sweet enough to pay for and the boys were getting ready to go to bed in the living room. Before everyone left and went to bed, Aaron gave me a hug and asked me, "What's it like to be a married woman?" "I don't know, but I know I definitely found the right person." CH 14: I went to Mayang's bathroom (which was technically our bathroom now),brushed my teeth and took a shower. It was fogged up, so I couldn't see anything outside of it. It was honestly the nicest shower I've ever taken in my life. When I stepped out to grab a towel, I saw Mayang standing there in front of me. She picked up my chin and kissed me. Her dark, brown eyes that burned with lust were staring right into mine. She was still in her best clothes. "You are so beautiful," she whispered into my ear. "I want you tonight..." "Oh god...." my voice was shaking out of arousal. The guys were still up, so I wanted to wait a bit until they were sleeping so they wouldn't notice. "Let's wait till the boys sleep," she said. "I'm tired.. We can just wait for a few hours..." So, we lay in her bed for a bit. I was in her embrace. We were kissing and cuddling under the covers and it was wonderful. She was so warm and her presence was just so... comforting. It's like every shitty thing in the world goes away when we're together like this. She was running her fingers through my hair as I did hers. I caressed her face as my thumb traced around her jawline. "Saya cinta awak," she whispered. "Saya cinta awak," I whispered back. We made out for an hour until it was 11 o'clock. "The door locked?" I asked her. "Mhm," she replied as I felt her hand on my ass. I shivered. "Can I fuck you now?" It turned me on so much to hear her swear... and two octaves deeper... She really isn't the type to do that. And honestly, it was hella sexy. Especially with that accent. I bit my lip and was about just to let her have her way with me but I was still paranoid about the boys hearing everything. "Hold on, baby," I kissed her and whispered into her ear. I got up and went outside the room. The boys were sleeping peacefully. Aaron, on the other hand, was still up. I motioned for him to come over to me. "Dude" I whispered. "Mayang and I are gonna fuck tonight." He smiled huge and wished me luck. "Make sure no one hears," I told him. He nodded his head and gave me the thumbs up, turning on a deafening fan. I just remembered that I forgot to moisturize my face, so I went to the bathroom near the front door. Once I went in, I used my face moisturizer and my aloe vera gel. I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing a pair of short-shorts that rode up my legs and a tank top that let my nipples look a little more noticeable. I adjusted my hair and used a red shade of lipstick, then strategically spraying perfume in different places of my body. I blew myself a kiss in the mirror and walked out, making my way back to Mayang in our bedroom. By the time I got back, Mayang has probably taken a quick shower to freshen up, but I wasn't aware of that, so I used the mirror near the bed to check if my makeup was good. While I was trying to rub in a bit of moisturizer that I forgot to earlier, Mayang came out of the shower and stood behind me. She was wearing black boxers and a white muscle shirt. Her muscular arms,chest, and stomach bore through the cotton. CH 16: I smiled and thought about standing up correctly again, but then she grabbed my waist and pressed her crotch into my ass. I gasped and bit my lip as she began to grind on me. Her hands moved around my waist and ass, caressing it and occasionally letting her fingers slip underneath my shorts, letting her hands travel up and down my ass. I shivered every time her long fingers touched a new place on my body. I stood up a little as she took me into her embrace from behind, planting a few kisses on my neck and leaving her hands at my waist. "You smell good," she whispered as she nibbled on my ear. "I want to have a taste..." I shivered a little and closed my eyes, guiding her hands in a way that allowed her fingers to slip under my tank top. She kissed the spot under my ear as her hands travelled up my stomach and eventually made their way to my breasts, cupping them in her hands. "They're perfect," she whispered as the started massaging them, sometimes taking my nipples in between her ring fingers and her middle fingers, tugging on them as she began to kiss my neck with a little more intensity by sucking on my skin for a bit. I grinded my ass against her crotch as she muttered something in Malay and released me, touching my shoulder. I faced her as her hands wandered once again. I helped her take off my tank top and she looked surprised. Well, pleasantly surprised. Her jaw dropped to see me like this for the first time and I was flattered. The bed was behind me and she picked my chin up for a kiss before I urged her to push me onto the bed by moving back and resting my hands on her shorts. When she did, she did so gently. I used my arms to scoot myself backwards to make space for Mayang on the bed. She climbed on top of the bed, and then her body hovered over mine. I let my arms slither around her back and she pressed her lips against mine. This time it was so tender. It was just the start of the rest of the night.I've never felt so alive. I was expecting her to kiss my neck again, but instead, she just went straight to my breasts. I shivered as she caressed one breast as she gave the other one attention with her tongue, flicking its nipple and taking it into her mouth. She stared up at me as if to ask, "does that feel good?" I released a small moan, and she responded to it coming up to kiss me. "I've been waiting for this forever," she whispered huskily as she smiled at me. "God, me too," I responded. "I've masturbated every fucking night thinking of you." "So hard to think about anything at work other than this," she said. "You're so damn sexy..." We started kissing as we did earlier. I let her hands explore my body as I rubbed her back, eventually peeling off her shirt. God, let me tell you something.... All that walking around does her body GOOD... her body is basically muscular and toned. She usually chews gum, so that's why her jawline is so strong. We kissed a bit more until she told me that she wanted to taste me and started kissing my stomach and stroking my thighs. I felt the moisture grow in between my legs as she went lower. She began pulling off my shorts and caressing my inner thighs, kissing them sometimes, leaving me more at her mercy and with more goosebumps. I was in ecstasy. Once they were off, I shivered even more. This was my first time, and it was going to be with her. This was hers, also. "You want this?" she asked me as she kissed me again. "I want your tongue inside of me," I said, with my voice cracking and shaking like hell.She kissed me again before making her way down my stomach again. "No panties?" she asked as she snickered a bit. "I bet you're tight, too..." Before I knew it, her tongue slipped inside of me and I gasped, letting out a slight moan. I felt it go a little deeper as my mouth gaped out of pleasure and I felt her grab my hips as if to pull me closer to her. "M-m-may..ooooh god...." Her tongue flicked across my clit and she took it into her mouth. "Oooooh.... annghh.... godddd...." I felt myself getting closer to orgasm as her tongue shot in and out of me at a steady pace. I couldn't help wrapping my legs around her head as I felt her tongue work more on my lips, nibbling my clit, and her tongue exploring me. Then her finger slipped inside of me as I let out a high-pitched moan. Then two fingers. It hurt at first but it eventually felt so good to have her fingers inside of me that I couldn't imagine them leaving. She quit licking and sucking on my clit and her head rose to my face. She was still fingering me, though. "You taste so good..." she leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her neck as her fingers fucked me faster by the second. It was becoming too much pleasure for me to handle and I finally felt myself getting closer to cumming. `I'm.... Ooohhhh... mayang.... B-b-baby I'm... ooooh.... God I'm gonna... CUUUUMMM!!!!" "That's it.. Good girl...." she said through her teeth. "Cum all over my fingers. Hard." Hearing Mayang cuss earlier was already sexy, but this crossed the line for me, erotically. I eventually jerked violently, with my pussy twitching and grinding against her fingers as I came all over them, covering them in it. I was breathless and gasping for air after I collapsed in Mayang's arms. She pulled me underneath her after she got on top of me before she began to kiss me again. "That was amazing," I told her. "You made me cum so hard." "That's good," she replied as she planted a kiss on my forehead, and then slowly started stroking my back. "I thought I'd do bad..." I was shocked. How was this sexy, dominant woman insecure about her performance in bed? "How?" I asked her. "Is that even possible?" "I didn't want to do too much for you but you seemed to like it." "Mayang, I loved it!" I kissed her and looked into her eyes. "Ah, ok." she replied. "I love touching your skin..." She plants a kiss underneath my ear "Hearing you breathe..." She feels my curves and kisses my neck. "Feeling your curves...and taste you," she finished. I told her about the fantasy I had about her in her bathtub. She nodded and bit her lip during the entire story. She got a little more touchy near the finish. "I have one," she said, referring to the strapon. "Awesome." "I want to fuck you with it.. Bought it just for you." "Please, Mayang... put it on." She went to her drawer after she kissed me and stepped off the bed. I positioned myself and got a pillow to feel a bit more comfortable.I was so excited. I've always wanted a hot butch lesbian to fuck me senseless with a strapon. She got into the harness before attaching the plastic black rubber cock to it.. It was around 12 inches long and one and a half inches wide. She looked directly into my eyes and adjusted it, slowly rubbing it and I spread my legs as my pussy twitched a little as I watched her do so. She crawled on top of the bed, hovering over me as she did earlier before rubbing her cock at the entrance of my pussy before slipping it inside of me. "Ooooooh....." She positioned herself on top of me a little more before it went in and out of me, with her forearms on opposite sides of the pillow my head was on. She let it fill me. Her hips started bucking at a fast rate and I began to grind on her cock as she kissed me. I moaned into her mouth and then she started feeling my tits. I heard Mayang breathing heavily at a similar rhythm to what I was doing. Mayang leans in as she fucks me a bit faster. She kisses the spot under my ear before I let out a high-pitched "Ahhhh" and she nibbles on my ear. "Your cunt is so fucking tight," she whispers into my ear, putting a little more emphasis on "cunt" and "fucking". Mayang's accent and her talking dirty combined sent me over the edge. I let out what sounded like a scream and came all over the strapon. She dismounted me and lay beside me, kissing me and running her hands down my sides as a I release a few tears out of pure bliss. My heart was still beating like hell as I breathed heavily and threw my arms around her to cry into her shoulder. "I love you," she whispered into my ear. "You're so beautiful." "You make me so happy," I whimpered in between sobs. MAYANG: Ohhh god... I was finally fucking Anna for the first time... It's been amazing so far. Her breasts are literally the most amazing things to exist, ever. Her pale skin is soft, her dark, blue eyes are intense and expressive, her lips are softer than her skin, and her body is amazing in every single way... Her voice is velvety and soft and her moans and cries of pleasure never fail to send me over the edge. I had no doubt in my mind that she wanted me to fuck her. All her teasing me since we first started dating has driven me crazy, and I wanted her to know what I've been thinking about doing to her the entire time. After all the times she's bent over in front of me "casually" wearing those short shorts, I had to pay her back for it. Oh, and the times she's bent over wearing a dress shirt that was slightly unbuttoned. Her cleavage was the first thing she's used to try to seduce me in the first place. I swear, she's "accidentally" dropped her towel in front of me once or twice upon coming out of the shower, and I, of course, pretended not to notice. About time I had my way with her. I'm the "man of the house" as they say in Anna's country. Once her friends are gone, I'm going to ask her to walk around the house in lingerie unless Kim's around... with the amount of teasing she's done to me, she probably wants a little more. As far as I know, our sex drives match. This is what I've always wanted- a wife who'd walk around the house in almost nothing. I can't be any happier. I was holding her close to me as she cried, and honestly, I couldn't help myself either. CH 17: Anna was sleeping like a rock and I was waiting for Kim to come around. I was eating breakfast with the boys and we were talking about sports in America. They told me about their home state, Mississippi, and about how a sport called "football" is so ingrained into their culture. Jeff plays it often, apparently. The other two just watch it. Aaron pulled up some footage of a recent game on his phone and it seemed fascinating. He explained all the rules to football and how there was a team or two per state in America. Jeff corrected him a few times, I think, and it was nice to see how they interacted. Kind of funny. I excused myself to do one of my prayers and right when I rose from my salat prayer, my phone rang. I picked it up and heard from Kim. Her voice was frail and weak. I knew something was wrong, and she muttered something about a collision. I shook Anna until she woke up, telling her that we needed to see Kim right away. She got the urgency in my voice and she pulled on one of her dresses that was sitting around and a pair of heels. We were promptly on our way to the nearby hospital. I rang up a taxi as Anna and I were in the elevator. I held her close to me as I felt her body stiffen against mine. I stroked her hair and said nothing. She didn't look like she wanted to talk, so I just wanted to be the stable one here. You know, for her. After I paid the taxi EXTRA to get us to the hospital, we had to tell the receptionist that we knew KIm. She reluctantly let us go up the elevator to see her after I told her I was her employer. When we made it to the bleak hospital room, we saw Kim hooked up to all the plastic tubes we could think of. Her heartbeat was on a screen. Her skin was pale. We stood next to the bad as Anna timidly reached for my hand and hers. "Her hand is cold," she muttered between sobs. "Shit, it just got colder." "Dammit, Kim, live! Fucking live!!!!" She cried out. A quick moment after that, the machine monitoring her heartbeat beeped. Reality sunk in. Oma (as I called her. Oma is mom in Korean) was dead. I looked into Anna's tearful eyes before she wrapped her arms around me, buried her head in my chest and sobbed loudly,holding her tighter than before as my knees buckled and I buried my forehead in her hair. I started crying as well. No one sees that coming out of me. A nurse hurried in and pulled a sheet over Kim as she dialed a number and urged us to leave. Shortly after Kim died, we were at the flat again. Anna asked me to ring up a taxi so she could go to the hotel where her dads were at. I asked if I could go with her, and she said it was fine. When we made it to her apartment, she ran into Reuben's embrace, sobbing loudly into his chest as he urged her to come inside. I followed them in and saw Randall sitting on the couch, motioning for me to come over. "Mayang," he grabbed my hand and looked straight into my eyes. "I know y'all are going through so much pain right now... but I just want to tell you that Reuben and I are here for you. Y'all may not need us, but we're here... especially for our little girl... but now you're like one of ours too." "How do I help Anna?" I asked him. "Honey, I know you love her dearly, but you need to remember to put your needs first....Help her after you help herself. I know she's sensitive, but remember that she not only relies on you, but she relies on us and Aaron... and the other two, also." "Yes, but-" "Just be there for her. She just needs to be sometimes held until she gets sick of it... and please, when she goes through times like this, as happy as she can sometimes seem, you need to keep her safe... " "I know, she's got depression," I blurted out. "I got her meds, but I can't fix the world for her." He looked surprised. "Oh... did she tell you?" he asked me. "Aaron did," I replied. "He cares for her, you know...He may head back to the US with the two other boys when the month is over. He's gonna miss her." My heart sank a bit. Anna just found out that Aaron was her brother, and I already knew they were close. I didn't want to break her heart. It may not often be that he comes to Malaysia, anyway. Those two have always been inseparable, from what I know, and I'd rather not ruin that. "Wait," I looked straight into Randall's eyes. "He can live with Anna and I..." "I think it'd do good for him," He said as he smiled and his eyes widened. "His mom's homophobic... " "Ah," I responded. "He can complete school online, correct?" "Yes, he can." he responded. "Hell, his mama ain't gon' care if his ass left." CH 18: ANNA: It's been two months since Kim died... lots have happened. Aaron moved in and everything felt a bit better, but Kim's presence was... well... missing. It felt like a void in the house. Our day to day routine was Mayang waking up early in the morning while it was still dark and leaving for work,Aaron and I doing our online courses, eating meals from the fridge during the day, and cleaning the place up before Mayang got home. She was usually tired and stressed out. She's always tried to act like nothing happened when she got home, though. I've always tried asking her what was up, but I didn't want to make her even more stressed by asking stupid questions, so I just helped her and simply nodded and agreed with anything she said. However, tonight was different. .. I wanted to really go above and beyond here. Aaron and I were sitting in a hot tub together and talking about life. We were just lounging around in tank tops and shorts and enjoying some free time. Honestly, I'm not bothered by him seeing my cleavage since he's as gay as I am. "So...." he picked up some tea. He giggled a bit. "Oh my god, Aaron, what is it?" I asked him. "How's your sex life?" I blushed as my cheeks turned a bright pink. Aaron and I have always been open about these kinds of things, but the fact that I've had sex so recently made me giggle like a crazy bitch. "Welll..." I began, looking into my tea. "Our wedding night was amazing, but we haven't done anything for the past two months and I'm a bit concerned...." "I understand," He replied. "Do you think you're coming off as, you know, `unavailable', though?" "I doubt it." I shrugged. "She knows I'm here whenever she needs a pair of tits to knead or something.... And she knows I love it when she makes advances on me." "That's nice and all." He put his tea on the table that sat on the side. "But how does she REALLY know that you're available." Damn, that hit me. "Ooooh," my eyes widened. "Girlfriend, you got me there..." "She's stressed and she needs a good outlet for all that stress." I nodded my head in agreement, muttering an "Mhmmm." "Yeah, but..." I took a sip of my tea. "How do I let her know?" "Well, I've been reading some erotica on this site called Nifty lately," He smiled like a crazy bitch like I did earlier. "I had to use a VPN since we're somewhere HELLA Muslim." "Oh good," I sighed. "I was about to ask if you did." "Okay, Annie," he put a hand on a shoulder in a "honey... listen here" kinda way. "Don't call me Annie, you little shit," I squinted at him, smirking. "Okay, fiiiiiiiiine...." "So, how do I save my marriage here?" "Anne, you have to take your teasing to 5 new levels, honeychild. Go buy yourself some lingerie and make sure it brings out the tits. Oh yea, and if you need to buy yourself a sexy little dress, go the hell ahead and do that if you want her to tear it off. Let's hope you order two of them, honey.... And get the lotion. Massage oil. Pamper her. Or let her pamper you..." "Aaron, I fucking love you, man." I ordered a few things from a store nearby. Mayang said I could use her credit card, but even though we're well off, I wanted not to feel so guilty about paying with her money. I bought a tiny red dress that would barely cover my upper thighs and cleavage, a perfume that was supposedly "erotic smelling",some lacy panties with a bra, and some massage oils and lube. I also ordered a shade of red lipstick that complimented my eyes and a mascara that would practically make my lashes look like falsies. I bought a rosy blush to apply to my cheeks, too. Once they got to the door, I put all of it on. I felt extremely sexy while looking at myself in the mirror. "Yo, Aaron, get that gay ass over here!" Aaron came to the bathroom and gave me a high five. "Yessss, bitch, you GO!!!" When Mayang sent me a text to tell me she was coming home in a few minutes, I told Aaron to hang out in the guest room for the night. He agreed and winked upon heading there. I decided to take some initiative and send Mayang a text that said, "Everything's fine at the house. Aaron and I had dinner earlier. But just earlier, I was about to cum thinking of you, but then I remembered that my cunt is yours..." She sent the frustrated and smirk emojis with a "Baby, you're turning me on..." "You stressed?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied. "Let me take all that stress off you." I texted her. "Come home quick... " I lay on our bed and assembled the oils and the lubes before lighting a few scented candles and dimming the lights. It was 9 o'clock at the time and I couldn't wait for Mayang to get home. I heard a few steps coming up the stairs and I walked out the bedroom door to stand near the front door. It opened. It was Mayang. She was sweating. Her hair was messy. Her clothes were wrinkled. It was sexy. What was even sexier is how worked up she was over a few texts. She quickly locked the door as we kissed, with her mouth aggressively ramming into mine. I lifted my leg and pressed my crotch against her leg as her hand crept up my thigh. "You're so sexy..." she whispered into my ear. "Just look at that dress..." I shivered at the pleasure of her touch as I felt her bite my bottom lip during another kiss. "You like teasing me like this?" she asked me in a low tone. "Walking around in that tight little dress like that... you need a good fuck, don't you..." "Mhm," I replied, feeling her kiss my neck as her hands made their way down my back. It felt wonderful. It's been two months since we have done anything like this. Her hands were soft but firm. She eventually managed to actually PICK ME UP... Then I straddled her waist as she kissed me, carrying me to our room. MAYANG: I gently tossed her onto the bed and it was like she instinctively wrapped her arms around me, pulling me onto her. She rose to her knees and asked me to unzip her dress. I did so with pleasure, to see the back of her bra. I impatiently pulled the dress off her and her bra, too. Her nipples were erect. She was sprawled out on the bed, obviously sexually frustrated, biting her lip. Her face was flushed. I climbed on top of her and grabbed one of her tits as she gasped, allowing me to kiss her neck a little before biting it slightly. I moved on to biting and sucking on her nipples while rubbing her pussy through her panties. I wasn't tender and soft like last time, but Anna was loving it. She shivered a little more this time, if I can remember it correctly. "Mayang, I want it ROUGH tonight. Fuck me, dammit." She begged through gritted teeth. "How rough?" I asked her, teasingly. Of course I knew how much she wanted it. I haven't fucked her properly in 2 months. She needed it. How else was I supposed to show her that she doesn't need to masturbate anymore like before we married? I KNEW she masturbated every day... I can't help but be jealous. That cunt is MINE... As far as I'm concerned here, I knew how to pleasure her more than she ever could herself. I knew that body like I knew myself. Call me possessive, but she knows her place. I make sure she does. I've never had a problem with it, anyway. It's been that way since we met. "..like a whore..." she begged through her gritted teeth. "A fuckin' whore..." Anna always swore and that was nothing new, but the fact that she degraded herself like that was. "Mmm yeah?" I asked her. "God, YES!" she exclaimed with frustration. Her voice was so breathy and faint. I smiled and slipped a finger under her pants, feeling around her wet slit before slipping another finger into her underwear. She let out a high-pitched moan and said something about me making her my little slut. "You want to be my fucktoy, Anna?" I asked her while biting her ear. "Baby, yesssss...." she moaned in response, her voice high-pitched and varied in volume. "Say you want it then, wife." I slipped another finger, my middle finger, into the underwear. "I want you...." "Yea?" "I want you to make...me... your little fucktoy.." "Good girl..." ANNA: Mayang slipped a finger inside of me as I lay against her chest. I felt her warmth. I felt her heart beating against my back. She wanted it as much as I did. Her other hand made its way up to my tight breast as she began to massage the left one. "Beg for it, baby," she commanded me. She never spoke in an authoritative tone to me until now because I let her. "Mayang... please..." my heart was beating faster as my pussy grew wetter. "Please what?" "Please Mayang, turn me into your little whore. Please, please, PLEASE!" "That's my little slut.." she kissed me, biting my bottom lip when I returned it. "Get up." I weakly got up and stumbled when I got off the bed. My clit felt a bit numb and it was starting to affect the rest of me. Mayang wrapped her arm around my waist and kissed me on the lips. "Do you like it when I'm aggressive?" she asked me. "I'll stop if you want me to." I nodded and then she pinned me to the wall. I was surprised but anticipating what was to come. She kissed me, biting my lip and grinding into me. It must have been rough on her because she was bent over, so I guess that's why she told me to wrap my legs around her waist. It was just her and the wall holding me up. However, I noticed a bulge in her pants as she grinded into me. It felt hard and it was rather huge, as far as I know, so I wanted her to use it on me. I took one hand from her shoulder to her crotch and felt the bulge through her pants. She noticed and unzipped them, revealing a black strap on dildo. It was huge. She teased my entrance with the tip of it a bit, rubbing its head to my clit. Mayang was gonna fuck me on the wall, and it was gonna be amazing. MAYANG: "I want it," she breathily whimpered. "What do you want?" I asked her in a low tone. "Your cock." "Yea?" "Your big, rubber dick...in my cunt... please." I ripped her underwear from her body before I smiled at her and told her to wrap her arms around me again as I lifted her folds, preparing her pussy for my thrusting. So then I shoved it inside of her. Hard. I heard her whimper and began bucking my hips upwards at a steady pace, moving in and out of her quickly as she began to grind on my dick. She began to moan as the dick made slapping noises as it went in and out of her pussy. This time, it wasn't the sweet, tender lovemaking that took place last time. It was a fuck. This was a long, hard, fuck, fueled by frustration and passion. She wanted it to be rough. I gave it to her nice and rough. She asked for it with that short, sexy little dress. It barely covered her ass and tits. It showed me what I wanted to see all day. "Baby... Ahhh... OW.. shit.... Ooooh..." I was concerned. "Am I hurting you?" I asked her, temporarily bringing the usual softness and tenderness back to my voice. "Baby, I need it..." she whimpered. "Pop my cherry." Anna wanted me to take her virginity. I didn't take it last time because I didn't want to hurt her, but at this point I realized something: living inside my sexy, beautiful, attractive little wife was a whore desperate for a good fuck to remind her of her place, needing my dominance and strength to set her straight. She needed a big strong "butch (as she says I'm called by the gays in America)" to be on top of her and take charge. Her body belonged to me, and she wanted it that way. I asked her if she was ready and she nodded. I began to thrust into her faster and with a bit more force, with my cock moving in and out of her 4, 5, maybe 6 times per second. She wrapped her arms around my neck tighter as I stepped back, leaving her to rely on my arms instead of the wall to support her. She started whimpering out of pleasure and pain. "Ooooh... ohhh... god.. yes..." I eventually heard her let out a cry of pain after I managed to push deeper into her before she let out what sounded like a scream. I carried her to bed and laid her down, kissing her lips tenderly, taking her into my embrace as she clings close to me, resting her head on my sports bra and running her fingers up and down my abs. "I love you," I whispered to her, kissing her forehead. "I love you too." CH. 19 Anna: Last night was amazing... I didn't want it to end ever. Mayang gave me what I needed. However, she made me promise never to masturbate unless she gave me permission to, because, she said, "I'm jealous of those fingers...I'm the only one who gets to slip anything inside you... got it?" I honestly loved this side to Mayang. It's the side of her that shows up at work, probably, but when I see it, it's in bed. Thing is though, she's not gonna limit it to the bedroom. "Babe..." I felt her kiss the spot under my ear. "Last night was amazing," I whispered as she pulled me closer to her. Her toned arms were around me and mine were around her neck. "You sore, baby?" She asked me. "Mhm," I replied, wincing as I tried to move my legs. "I hope I didn't hurt you..." she looked into my eyes and kissed my forehead. "It's fine, 'Yang (what I call Mayang affectionately)..." "I'm off work today... Means I can take care of you." MAYANG: Her eyes lit up. It was adorable. I just HAD to kiss her. So, I did. ANNA: Turns out Mayang bought some red, lacy lingerie and some black stiletto heels for me to wear all the time. She said she's sick of coming home to my tits being covered up. It makes me feel sexy... I mean, she's ALWAYS making me feel that way, but the fact that she wants to see me as provocatively dressed as quick as possible really turns me on. Mayang actually asked Aaron if she was comfortable with it and he said he didn't really care since women aren't anything interesting to him, anyway. Once I changed into it and brushed my teeth, I walked out of the bathroom for her to see it. "Bend over," she commanded me, going from sweet and tender as she usually is to her REALLY dominant side. "Over my lap..." I was surprised and turned on. "Come on, baby..." she spread her legs slightly. I slowly walked over to her before she took me over her knees abruptly. I felt her hand fall upon my ass, hard. She made me jump a little, but she held me down. I felt her squeeze my ass before she smacked it again, making me gasp and release a small cry of pain (and pleasure). "Like that?" she asked me in a guttural tone. "Mhmm.." I whimpered in response. "Good.." her voice sounded like a growl. "I want you to walk around like this all the time..." "I will, Mayang," I replied, with my voice all breathy and desperate sounding. "Like a good little whore...." "Mhmmm..." "a little submissive, slutty wife..." MAYANG: I had my woman sprawled out on my lap, but I was still deciding what I was going to do with her... Of course, I kept on spanking her. I loved that ass of hers, and I loved how my hand made a mark on it. "Good girl..." I said, feeling her ass with my hand. "That's what you get for teasing me last night..." I smacked her ass again before pulling her panties to her ankles. I felt her getting goosebumps as I was pulling them down. I continued to smack her ass, with varying degrees of force and speed, to enjoy hearing her cries of pain before I slipped my finger inside her pussy, feeling her walls contract against it. I fingered her until she came and licked her nectar off my finger. "You taste good," I said in a low tone. CH. 20 ANNA: Mayang loves rough sex, and so do I. Our sex life has went sour since Kim passed on, but now we're starting to fuck more often, and that's awesome, I guess. Lately, she's been initiating sex more often. I love it. I thought she'd be sick of flexing her dominant muscle once she walked out of her company's building, but I was dead wrong. She loves being in charge, and I know I suck at being in charge, so I enjoy letting her take over. Aaron's been teasing me about the noises she and I make at night. It's expected and neither of us cares that he can hear it. He says that as long as I'm not screaming because she's beating the shit out of me, he's chill. Sometimes when I walk out of the bedroom all red-faced, I hear him giggling non-stop and then it becomes contagious. Then when Mayang comes out, she asks what we're laughing about and then we laugh even more. She'd smirk and smack my ass while she goes to pour her coffee. "Y'all sure were loud last night," he snickered. "Oh honey, you would NOT believe it," I replied. "Were we TOO loud?" Mayang would ask. "I hope not. I have to keep Anna in line." Then she joins in the laughter. "Aaron, make sure she doesn't touch herself," she told him. "Oh, fine, we'll probably just watch RuPaul's Drag Race or something," He replied. "I'll keep her busy." "Good." Mayang left the room to do something while my brother and I sat on the couch. Aaron had a big grin on his face. "Oh god, Aaron," I looked straight at him. "What the hell are you laughin' about?" "I got some news, Anna," He told me, excitedly. I sighed. "Let me guess, another boyfriend?" I asked him. "Yup," He replied, nodding his head. "And he lives here." "SERIOUSLY?" He was serious. He had a boyfriend named Mohamed here in Malaysia. He was 23. Turns out they've been talking for months, but he wanted to wait to tell me about it. I gave him a big hug and congratulated him. "He looks like Mayang," I told him when he showed me a picture of him. "What if they're related too?" I joked. "Nope. Not happening, bitch," He replied and snickered. "Wait," I felt Mayang look over our shoulders. "THAT'S ACTUALLY MY BROTHER, MOHAMED..." She explained to us that they haven't talked in a bit and didn't know her brother was gay. She wrapped her arms around Aaron, picking him up. He looked surprised. Hell, Mayang's strong, anyway. He probably thought he was going to die or something. "We're meeting up tomorrow," he told her. "Well, he's coming to the hotel... Can we have some space?" I looked at Mayang, hoping that'd she'd say yes to letting them have a room to do whatever the hell they wanted.I've never seen Aaron happier. It's like every guy he's dated was trash until this one. "Let me talk to him, first." She replied. So, the next day, Aaron and Mohamed met up. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. I've never seen Aaron so in love with someone. He was in his arms like there were magnets in their chests. Mayang hugged Muhamed and they spoke in Malay for a few hours. THey both seemed thrilled about seeing each other again. That night, Aaron and Mohamed made love like art, or at least that's what my bro told me. So did Mayang and I. Mayang, I love you. Always have. Always will You make me happy. You complete me. I'm not dying alone anymore. CH 21 Mayang: Anna, you've become the other half of me.