Erotic Adventures in Southeast Asia

By Jay Walken

In this four-story bundle of sizzling erotic stories spiced with humor, the Western narrator visits Thailand and Indonesia, only to watch in surprise and delight as he is set upon by sexually ravenous women in one city after another. These erotic stories with heart, humor, style, and love go beyond raw sex to reveal something of character and life in Southeast Asia. The four stories in this book are from three short books: Erotic Adventure in Thailand, Milk and Pussy in Indonesia, and The Reluctant Virgin of Jakarta.

The first story: Mid-massage, the Indonesian masseuse squeezes her breast to let him taste a drop of her milk, and drops her pants and invites him to feel how little hair she has down there. In the second story, a nymphomaniac Jakarta virgin sucks every ounce of pleasure she can from a fascinated Western visitor who hopes he might be invited to dislodge her stubborn cherry. In a third story, a young Thai woman, who is obsessed with the woman-on-top position, teaches an American visitor that all that is needed for love between two people is that they understand 12 words in common.

Sweetness, innocence, beauty, tenderness and raw eroticism to make Jay Walken's "Erotic Adventures in Southeast Asia" a rare book with literary taste, local color, cultural insight, and humor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Walken
• Release date: Aug 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476336862

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Erotic Adventures in Southeast Asia

Jay Walken

Copyright 2014 Jay Walken

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Copyright © 2014 Jay Walken

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Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the publisher of this book.

Author’s Note: This book is comprised of 3 short books bundled together, and contains 4 short stories.

Cover design: Kathleen Valentine

Disclaimer and About the Author

This is a short book of lighthearted erotic fantasy in the tradition of the honest and non-euphemistic description of sexual reality that is to be found in the works of Henry Miller, Michel Houllebecq, and others, in which the erotic story is sometimes combined with literary description.

This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real characters and events is purely imaginary or coincidental.

Jay Walken is a widely traveled author who has published five other books of erotica and a Thai language guide for beginners, as well as a few books under other names. He is an American who has spent many years in Southeast Asia.

Table of Contents

Erotic Adventure in Thailand

Milk and Pussy in Indonesia

Fun With Nur and Citiya

The Reluctant Virgin of Jakarta

Other Books by Jay Walken

Erotic Adventure in Thailand

When I arrived in Bangkok from freezing New York, the smells of sizzling sex, fresh fish, and women’s cunts were wafted by the warm, humid Bangkok air into every male nostril in the vicinity, and mine was no exception. I had arrived fresh from a bitter New York divorce and an icy North American winter, and had no idea what was in store for me, except for warmer weather, cheap massages, blue skies, and food that had taste and aroma: roast duck, fresh shrimp, steamed red snapper, pork in a red curry, mango with sticky rice.

It was enough at first that Bangkok in January was a paradise compared to the frozen New York I had left behind. Smoking hot young women were everywhere, filling the streets, the roadside stalls and bars, the hotel reception; they seemed to do almost all the work except for policing, transportation, management, and being bellboys. They walked provocatively, looked you right in the eye, and there were provocations even in the hotel elevator, where the advertisements for the hotel’s massage showed the lucky recipients lying butt naked under a skimpy towel, their faces betraying a post-orgasmic smile. Attractive young women propositioned you right in the elevator of your four-star hotel, and then followed you to your room, and you could find yourself having sizzling sex three minutes later with a woman whose existence you had been unaware of four minutes earlier.

It was all frighteningly simple and deliciously easy. Because Thai women believe in simplicity, and in never using three words when one could do as well. No long speeches about commitment, relationship history, political leanings, and so on. Just three words: Go with you?—along with a variant, Go loom you? (Loom being a common pronunciation for room; Thais often pronounce the r in a word as l.). They managed beautifully with these three or four words, especially as their primary goal seemed to be a simple exchange of bodily fluids with you.

Though this was not my first trip to Thailand, it was my first post-divorce trip, and like any male on the rebound, I was looking for love from whoever would give it to me. But meanwhile, I would not be a hypocrite and say no to sex: glorious, healing, and therapeutic sex, which was in the air, like salt is in the sea and the sun is in the sky every morning without fail. Many a time, the sex was even more ecstatic than marital makeup sex. And whenever I found it in Thailand, I devoured it like a starving man invited to a banquet. The banquets or buffets in Bangkok often served fresh oysters, and the Thai word for a woman’s cunt—hoy—was the same as their word for oyster. Or clam. Women seemed to be turned on by my emotional hunger—they were surprised by it, they loved me for it, and sometimes, they returned it to me doubled—their own emotional hunger spicing up the hot sex.

Still, sex, sex, and nothing but sex can get mechanical over a period of time. Glorious for an hour or a half hour, true; but in the absence of love, sex is just sex. While your emotions and your desire led you astray, often thinking during the act of love that there was something of Romeo and Juliet proportions going on here, that illusion would be stripped away once it was over, and she dressed up, collected her gratuity, and left the room looking for another visitor whose hunger she might satisfy.

Part of the problem was that I didn’t understand more than a few words of Thai, and few Thai girls could speak English, except for the laughably simply English that was very effective in getting them what they wanted. And I believed that so long as there was no deeper communication, there could not be love.

Until I met On, who proved to me that Love in Twelve Words was possible. That you could love someone in any language so long as either of you knew twelve words of the other’s