True Stories #2: First Love (Lost Forever) [MF] [MILF] [Long]

*The following account has been translated and edited into English, and although written in first person, is in no way my own first hand experience, but the story of a friend / acquaintance*

Part 1 of this story which takes place 15 years before, can be found [here] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7gcvde/true_stories_1_first_love_village_life_mf/?st=JALWRBZT&sh=64566dbc)

**Chapter 1**

If you don’t already know, my name is Nizam and I am a 27 year old native Iban born in a village that looked something like [this](https://www.123rf.com/photo_84318138_a-village-by-the-river-in-sarawak-kuching-malaysia-landscape-view-of-the-local-house.html). I had many fond memories of the Village where I met my first love, and had my first sexual encounter. That first love also became my first heart break as she (not by choice) married a local timber baron and disappeared from my life.

Since then I studied hard and made my way to the USA on scholarship, secured a job as a photojournalist, and married an American woman who bore me a beautiful baby boy. But I still had an itch to go back to Borneo, just to see how things were like. My wife offered to stay back in the US to take care of our son, while I applied for a few days of leave and flew back to my homeland.

True Erotic Stories #1: First Love, Lost Love (Village Life) [MF]

*The following account has been translated and edited (with some creative liberty) into English, and although written in first person, is in no way my own first hand experience, but the story of a friend / acquaintance*

**Chapter 1**

My name is Nizam, and I was born in Borneo, Sarawak, to one of the many [Iban Tribes](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iban_people) in the region.

Contrary to popular perception of blood thirsty head-hunters, the modernization of Sarawak in the 1980s turned this sleepy village into a timber production region, and most of the men in this village (which looked more like a shanty town on stilts) were employed by the local *Tungku* (Baron, Landowner) to work in his timber factory about 2 hours drive away. Sometimes the men were away from the village for weeks at a time during the high season, leaving the women and the children in the village to their own devices.

Once they turned 18, most parents (thanks to money from the timber factories) would send their kids off to the city to pursue a higher education – with the hope that they would find a job in the city and never come back; and most never did.

True Stories #1: First Love (Village Life) [MF]

*The following account has been translated and edited (with some creative liberty) into English, and although written in first person, is in no way my own first hand experience, but the story of a friend / acquaintance*

**Chapter 1**

My name is Nizam, and I was born in Borneo, Sarawak, to one of the many [Iban Tribes](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iban_people) in the region.

Contrary to popular perception of blood thirsty head-hunters, the modernization of Sarawak in the 1980s turned this sleepy village into a timber production region, and most of the men in this village (which looked more like a shanty town on stilts) were employed by the local *Tungku* (Baron, Landowner) to work in his timber factory about 2 hours drive away. Sometimes the men were away from the village for weeks at a time during the high season, leaving the women and the children in the village to their own devices.

Once they turned 18, most parents (thanks to money from the timber factories) would send their kids off to the city to pursue a higher education – with the hope that they would find a job in the city and never come back; and most never did.