Okay. She’s back folks.
She penned the ever popular “What I Love About Giving Head,” which left many keyboards across the globe with a sticky key problem, and subjected herself to a BAP Blog interview, giving her perspective on interracial relationships with men of Asian heritage, as a self-described “white as wonderbread” girl.
For 2016, I wanted to build out, provide more types of content, and get more voices represented. Of the various new submissions and Answers to solicitations, there seems to be an interest in Asian male erotica. So now people send me hot stories to post – no complaints. Keep ’em comin”! ; )
Beatiful Train Wreck
I have no work meetings on Friday afternoons so I always catch the 5:15 train
For months now I’ve anticipated this weekly ride as I spend the entire trip gazing upon a Chinese man who works in my building. I wear my sunglasses so I can let my eyes slide over his body without embarrassment, taking in his slim physique, imagining the powerful muscle beneath his suit flexing in the throes of passion. He is unaware of my silent molestation as I admire the perfect shape of his shaved head, imagine kissing the nape of his neck softly as ‘he reads his newspaper. His broad shoulders are always held in perfect posture as he sways with the rocking of the train.
His buttocks flex to keep him balanced and I can barely keep myself from letting a little moan escape as I can see perfectly in my mind’s eye how his naked ass would look as he thrust his cock into me, his strong hands gripping my hips and pulling me to him so that he could bury himself deep inside me.
For months this went on, my lustful imaginings taxing my ability to look impassive to my fellow passengers, to my unsuspecting imaginary lover. This may have gone on forever, had I not lost my sunglasses one day. I nearly resigned myself to merely staring at his shoes the entire train trip, but some wild abandon struck me and I stared at him with no dark lenses to conceal the pure animal hunger for him burning in my eyes. And he saw me, staring.
When his dark eyes met mine I felt my face instantly turn scarlet, but instead of looking away, I bit my lower lip and let my eyes drop slowly down to his crotch, lingering for a moment, before returning to his face. He turned and looked around him, as if unsure that I was staring solely at him. When he looked back at me a wore a small smirk and blinked at him slowly, trying with all my will to send him a fraction of the gloriously dirty things I saw us doing together in my mind.
When my stop came, I walked to the door slowly, staring at him the whole time, smiling. I bit my lower lip again and tilted my head, silently asking him to follow me, but not honestly expecting him to. When I exited, I turned around and took a slow step backwards, still staring at him. With a swift and graceful move, he stepped out the door just as it began to close. I felt drunk with lust and triumph, certain now that it was only a matter of time before this gorgeous man and I were fucking ourselves to exhaustion.
He stepped up to me, a small bemused smile playing at the corner of his mouth. I turned and did my best sashay, happy that I’d worn a form fitting skirt so that he could admire my ass as I had his. I looked over my shoulder as I headed towards the stairs to make sure he was following me. He followed a step behind me the two blocks to my apartment, matching my carefully unhurried pace.
In my living room I finally have the pleasure of running my hands over his body. He opens his mouth, inhales as if to say something, but I put my finger to his full lips, gently caressing them and then cupping his face as I move in to kiss him. The floodgates holding back our respective desires burst and we are kissing deeply, tasting each other hungrily.
We grope frantically and I am simultaneously trying to undo his belt while stroking his cock through his trousers. He is already rock solid. We are both breathing hard as we undress each other. He half unbuttons my blouse before pulling my bra down so he can squeeze my breasts. I gasp as he pinches my nipples and shove his pants down so I can see him, feel the weight of him in my hands. With one hand still rolling my nipple between his fingers, his other hand has shoved my skirt up and pulled my panties aside so that he can probe how wet and hot my pussy is for him. He slides his finger across my clit gently and my knees go weak. I step back from him and take the rest of my clothes off so that I am completely naked in front of him. I’m breathing hard and my pussy is engorged and throbbing, ready for him to take me and fuck me hard and deep, again and again. He stands for a moment and takes in my nakedness, his eyes lingering on my full breasts, moving down slowly as he strokes himself. I hold out my hand and lead him down the hallway to my bedroom.
I lay back on my bed. I spread my legs wide and start to stroke myself gently. He stands at the edge of the bed, watching me, playing with his cock, while I watch him. He steps close, grabs my ankles and pulls my legs wide, my feet even with his shoulders. He begins to tease me, sliding the head of his cock against me, just barely pushing into me before pulling out. I twist the sheets in my fingers and moan, unable to stop myself.
He is in complete control now, all I can do let go and enjoy the exquisite pleasure of his teasing, the anticipation of the pounding I know is coming. He finally slides his cock all the way in and I almost cum as his thickness fills me, reaching the delicate spots primed to fire at the slightest friction. He begins thrusting with full strokes in a firm, smooth rhythm. He is a graceful fucker. My screams goad him to pump harder and I can see the sweat on his brow as he pounds my pussy with a fierceness I’ve never experienced.
I arch my back as I cum, riding the waves as they pulse through my entire body. I am still writhing in pleasure when he pulls out and flips me over. He pulls me close to the edge of the bed again and spreads my legs. He begins licking me, slowly and evenly, every so often probing me with the tip of his tongue. He is squeezing my ass and he buries his face in my pussy, tasting my wetness. This brief interlude allows him to catch his breath before he takes me from behind. With the full power of his well-muscled ass he plunges his cock into me, no teasing this time, just a frantic wild fucking. I spread my legs wider, wider still, never wide enough. I want to take all of him into me, to be impaled on his gorgeous manhood.
He is moaning now too, matching my screams as I cum again and again. Just as I think he is about to cum inside me, he has me on my back again. He towers over me, sweating from the exertion, his swollen cock slick and glistening with my juices. He begins stroking himself and his body bucks when he cums. He ejaculates all over me, warm, sticky cream all over my belly, my breasts, my thighs. And we are both spent, exhausted and satiated, at least for now. We meet each others’ eyes and we both laugh.
When I get out of the shower he has fallen asleep, his body curved, back to the wall, leaving me a perfect spot to spoon close to him. I press my back to his chest, enjoying the feel of his cock, still half hard, against my thighs.
He is just getting out of the shower when I awake the next morning. He is silhouetted by the bathroom light as he towels off. I enjoy the curves of his body, his lithe movements. He sees me watching him and dresses slowly, giving me a little show to start the day. He comes over to the bed and I catch the clean scent of soap on him. He leans down, brushes his lips against mine gently before kissing me, then whispers in my ear..
I’ll see you next Friday.