My Bohsia Moment

Poor is the man whose pleasure depends on a permission of another - Madonna

I have always been fascinated by Bohsias. For those who doesn't know what Bohsia is, it refers to young girls (as young as 13) who experimenting slash experiencing sex with almost anyone. I am not the one to judge and I do not give a fuck with what they do with their lives - sexual or non-sexual, but I am fascinated by them.

Funny how Malaysian sees Bohsia as loose in moral just because they have sex. In my life, I have met prostitutes, mistresses, call girls and etc, but they highly-regarded as oppose to Bohsia. I guess it's the geography but a fuck is a fuck is a fuck - however you might wachacallit.

I guess I am fascinated by Bohsias due to the sense of freedom that they have. Most bohsias will ride on a bike with some boys and they go gallivanting to and fro from point A to point B. I guess feeling the cool wind on their faces, the heat from a man and the roaring sound of the motorbike are enough to be an opening act for sex. I guess it boils down to the meaning of freedom and escapism. Sometime we want to escape from the mundane, but I guess the Bohsia have got it right..at least they escape (from whatever) in style.

First, I am thankful that I do not fucking look my age. Pulling off a bohsia stunt is a feat and dressing up as one takes sheer courage and gumption especially when you're 38, but there I was on a bike with an ... I hope he was 21, or 20 but truth be told, he could be 18 or 19, and I couldn't give a fuck. I want my escape. I want my Bohsia-moment.

Tam - my 'mat rempit' is well known in my area. He has a cock to fucking die for. How the fuck I know this - hell, we bohsia and bohsia wannabes confided with one another. We do not braid our hairs and talk about Cinderella and fairytale shit .. trust me!

It was also a sheer coincidence that fortunate day that I need to go to buy, err cat food (I know, it's so un-Bohsiaish but that's the fucking truth), and Tam who saw me waiting for a taxi called me and offered me a ride.

To be a full-fledge Bohsia one needs to love speed and off course bikes, but for obvious reason, I am horrified by both. Something about two wheels that frighten the fuck out of me I guess, or it could be because I have a sense of being unable to control the situation that scared the fuck out of me. Anyway, one must live, at least once. Though I have a mental picture of my face on the tar road, this is a moment for guts and guile.

As Tam rode off (with me at the back), he did a wheelie. My heart almost dropped and I hugged him hard while screaming 'I am fucking afraid you bitch'. That was the time that I have resigned any notion of me ever being a Bohsia. Tam laughed...then out of a sudden, he said 'My water bill past due, how about you help me out?'. Ahh, the line used by all Mat Rempits nationwide to inform their Bohsias that they're fucking horny and need to fuck. I was flattered...I guess I can be an honorary Bohsia afterall. I caressed his jeans and went straight in search for a cock. There it was: hard, thick and fucking long.

'It doesn't take you much to get hard!' I said. 'Yeah' Tam confessed, 'so, let's fuck'.

Being a pussy of a Bohsia: inexperienced and fucking dumb, I might add, I asked 'where? You wanna go to my place now?'. At the back of my mind, I can imagine Bohsias nationwide rolling their eyes and screamed 'get the fuck down from that bike you stupid bitch'.

Tam swerve to the left and entered some housing area, he passed by a row of houses and took me to super-dimly lighted park. 'Let's walk' he said. Again, the jackass in me squealed 'there'll be mosquitoes and people might see us'. Now that I am writing this, I just realised how fucking virginal and fucking stupid I sound like. Coming from someone who blow a man on a bench in a park at 7.00 am overlooking row of apartments in Perak, what I squealed earlier throws me say 30 years back.

As we were walking further in the park, we saw another couple and I guess due to territorial honors among rempits - 'Thou shall not fuck in the same spot your fellow brethrens are fucking', Tam headed back and like a dog I followed him.

We got on the bike again and he stopped infront of someone's house. There was a lorry parked by the side of the road. 'There' he said. It ain't the Four Seasons, heck .. it's seasonless. He grabbed my arms and pulled me down from the bike. I tried to resist. Yes, resisting was I. As his cock came out from his jeans and I saw the 'magnitude' of it .. I thought 'resisting is futile'. I was mesmerized by what I saw. Even with orangey street light, what I saw is enough to make me come down from the bike and went down on Tam.

As I blow him and tasting his delicious cock, I felt so Bohsia-ish.

'Stand up..I want to fuck you'

'OK!'

Holding to the deck of the lorry .. Tam thrusted. 'You're fucking tight'.

'I know'

As he pumped me good .. and as I bite my lips, I can only think of this as my Bohsia moment, and it was a fucking great moment.

Now, since I've done the non-law abiding section, all I can think of is being fucked by a police in uniform.

Video below shows you how much I craved for it and the reason why!