Look at Me One More Time

Bom Dia

For a short while, I thought I was in my own bed, back in my homeland Penang in Malaysia. The air felt familiar, the heat from brick walls as I moved around to look for a more comfortable position.

The breeze coming from the fan indicated the weather was hot, even though it wasn't at its full power.

I felt my sweaty hand was moved from somebody's body part, and the voice saying, "Please don't rape me.. I'm really tired tonight."

It was my boyfriend Ben sleeping by my side, and I was touching him in my sleep.

"Oh sorry," I turned facing the other side. There was a slight frustration to wake up and realize that it was all not a dream.

Yes, the reality hit hard that time, knowing that being together was impossible even though we did our best. I sighed loudly and forced my eyes to close again.

"You can't sleep?" he asked, holding me from behind.

"I'm getting pissed off," I said, although that might have come from my menstrual pain, not my actual evaluation of the situation. Being pissed off at things we couldn't control especially when those people were just doing their job was a childish move, in my opinion.

I was hoping there was another way, instead of having to fly back to Portugal, and beg the people at Malaysian Embassy to let us marry.

"Just chill," he said. "We'll think of it tomorrow."

"I'm horny and can't even make out," I complained. "Stupid period."

Ben giggled as he slowly moved his hand inside my panties where I had my sanitary pad covering the whole thing to prevent leakage. There was no blood on it around my clitoris, as the blood must be full at the back instead where I laid to sleep.

Though he didn't stop there. He went further in and rubbed the entrance of my hole, saying, "You're actually wet on your own."

"That must be blood," I denied.

"This is blood?" he took out his fingers to show a layer of clear liquid together with streaks of blood on them. I felt embarrassed. I pushed him away and faced the other side.

"Aww.. sulky Yani," he consoled by poking me playfully.

"Not Yani," I scowled. "My name is baby."

"Okay, baby," he slid his hand back inside my panties, rubbing my clit gently.

I grabbed his hand to push it away but the feeling was so good that I gasped while clenching my legs.

I hate that Malaysia forces him to convert to Islam before he can marry me. I hate it even more that I can't remove Islam from my identifications.

I feel like everyone should be allowed to love anybody, regardless of religions.

"It's not like we're asking for a permit to murder someone," I complained again, without realizing.

And to prove that he actually converts legally, he has to attend some kind of course, complete it with a certificate and must be able to recite the whole Qur'an in front of them.

How can he even do all of those junk in 3 months before his visa expires? Does anyone ever feel that this is ultimately ridiculous?

"Look, your dad told us to get married outside of Malaysia," Ben said softly as he nibbled my ear. "We'll find a way, babe, I promise. The embassy will help us."

"Just go back to sleep, hun," I said. "You're tired."

For once I'm consistent with my choices and determined to be married, things turn out shitty and won't let me do it.

"Touching you doesn't require that much energy."

"You just got a boner," I said, looking at the big bulge in his boxer.

"Because you won't stop groping me in your sleep," he said.

"Because it's nice to squeeze your balls."

"Mmhmm. Can't wait for you to be done with your period so this thing can go inside."

That sounded so hot. I couldn't help but slide my hand inside there, seeking warmth under his scrotum and stroking his shaft.

Ben gasped in pleasure. "How can you live without this?"

"Cannot," I said, moving closer with my mouth, licking the salty juice from the hole of his dick.

He probably tried to hold it in the whole time he was touching and rubbing my clitoris. My pussy was feeling hot and contracting, spurting out my honey along with blood.

His legs looked as if they were getting cramps. I kept on sucking the tip of his dick, with both hands stroking and squeezing the balls. It drove him crazy that he had to grab on something even if it was my head.

"Ugh," came his moan together with the shake of his body as he ejaculated inside my mouth, spilling out some from the side of my lips. He breathed, and said, "That was so intense."

Not that intense, I thought. If my mouth was bigger or his dick was a bit smaller, I could have sucked it whole.

In fact, it was so awkward back in Malaysia when we walked along the beach in Penang, and he was just wearing singlet top with knee length loose pants that showed off his huge bulge to everyone, catching the attention of ladies there mostly. It just couldn't be helped. He ended up going out with jeans instead after that, to make sure his dick remain less provoking.

After all, flashing your genitals or even the shape of them is something they frown upon in Malaysian culture. At some point, a lady can't enter a public place wearing shorts as it is treated as impolite and indecent.

Quite the opposite of Portugal especially around the seaside of Praia da Ursa, we can find naturists sunbathing nude the whole summer.

I chuckled alone while reminiscing this. "Sleep, hun. We may have a long day tomorrow."