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China Sex Fantasy



My Chinese name is Weiling but ever since I came to England I ask people to call me Ling. People can remember it easily and it saves time too.  My parents were really against the idea of me coming to London to study, they thought it would be difficult for me to survive in another country, especially one as far away as England.  But really they just wanted me keep an eye on me, so that I didn’t get into any trouble. Chinese parents really like to keep an eye on their children, and it doesn’t stop when they start university, with many students living at home, especially if they’re girls. 

I came to London last summer, and I’ve been here almost a year. It took me a while to get used to the differences. The hardest part was the weather. I seriously thought I would quit after the  first month. The first thing I did was find some Chinese restaurants – Chinatown has quite a few, but I started to eat English food, and it was really good. Especially the bread, cheese and roast dinner. But the thing I like the most about England are the men – and it’s really easy to meet them here, because they love women from China. 

I laughed the first time I heard the phrase ‘yellow fever’ – I had no idea that men would be attracted to women for being Asian. But there are lots of Chinese women studying here, and my friends all told me that they started receiving a lot of attention when they first came here. I can go out to the café, or take the tube, and I only need to wait five minutes before someone comes up to me for whatever reason.

I have met men in clubs but I find it’s a lot of effort to go to all that trouble. This particular occasion happened one afternoon when I was out shopping in Regent Street.  I went there to look at some of the dresses in TopShop. I like the styles they have, most of it changes all the time, but you can always find something good there. My figure is slim, and I can wear a UK small size. I’m nearly five foot 6, which is on the tall side for a lot of Asian women. I have good legs, and my bust is modest but firm. My breasts are definitely there, even if they aren’t as large as some English girls’. Naturally, my hair is black, but I like to colour it on occasion, and sometimes I have even been blonde.

I was looking around the store for a while without buying anything. The music was starting to bother me so I went to the Starbucks on Berkeley Square.  I like to watch some of the rich people as they hurry out of their taxi and into one of the expensive member’s clubs.  Sometimes English men dress really scruffily, I can’t tell if they’re homeless or actually millionaires. 
 
I was waiting in the queue for my matcha latte and as I was about to pay this guy approached me and asked me if I would like to sit down and join him. I was feeling bored at the time so I told him I didn’t mind.  And also since he looked so dreamy I really couldn’t miss the chance to get close to him.  We talked a lot and when I finished my coffee he asked if I would like another. From his subtle (but expensive) clothes I could see that he could afford it, so I accepted his offer. 

“Well, would you like to have dinner?” We had been talking for nearly two hours…
”Well thanks, “ I said. “Just a small something because I don’t like to eat late.”
We carried on getting to know each other over dinner – which was at a small Italian serving elaborate small plates of cicceti. 
It was nearly 9, And I knew my housemates would be out somewhere, because we always went out on Thursday. 
“Ok, I said. I don’t normally do this. I live by the UCL building. You can come now because there’s no one home. But you have to be gone by 12, ok?”
“I’m sure we can find something to do in that time.”
“Good.” 
“He took his scarf off the table and wrapped it around his neck. 
We soon arrived at my flat, and I managed to get him inside without anyone seeing us.  He started kissing me as soon as we got inside, first gently and then more forcefully with his tongue pushing mine more firmly. I let him use his hands on me while I pulled him closer. We made out like this for some time before I pushed him gently away,.
“Just a second,  we should move to the bedroom , but give me a minute, ok?”
I wanted him to wait whilst I changed into something very sexy. I keep a lot of red underwear to sleep in, it’s a difficult colour but I think it matches my skin tone very well, and most men who see me in it agree.
“Ling? Can I Come in now?”
“Come in and fuck me hard.”
I can talk dirty when I’m in the mood.
I got on to my bed and opened my legs for him. 
“Come on, I’m already so wet.”
I pulled him on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, took off his jeans and removed his boxer shorts. His cock was hardening, and I could see his balls tightening, they were so big he was going to have a lot of cum I could tell. I opened my legs as wide as I could and grabbed his hand and shoved it inside my underwear, so that he could feel my shaved vagina and then slowly work his fingers inside me. 
 
 
“DO you like that? “
“I love it , come on baby, I’m getting so wet.”
HE removed my underwear whilst the top half was still on. 
His face was staring directly at my pussy. It was as if he hadn’t seen one for a very long time. 
“Are you going to stare at it or are you gonna eat it?”
He climbed on the bed and got his head right in between my legs. He was staring at it like he didn’t know what to do.  Just put your tongue in and move it up and down. Then make a seal with your lips like you’re kissing someone. 
He got closer and then gently pushed his tongue inside me so that I could feel his warmth breath on me and I started to get a tingling feeling, and I had to steady my legs to stop my knees buckling. 
Keep going I told him. Do it to me harder.  I got my hands around his neck so that he was though to go deeper inside with my tongue, as he brought me off with my first orgasm I let him free temporarily. 
“ are you going to fuck me now?”
I pulled his cock up to my mouth and gave it some caressing strokes with my tongue, and used my hands on the warm skin underneath his balls to fluff them and keep them tight, I pulled my mouth away as his cock was starting to hit the back of my throat, his cock sprung upwards as it came out of my mouth. He moved downwards and easily put his dick into me, I was so wet that it met no resistance.  
He was hitting me with energy but I wanted more powerful sex.
I let him take me from behind which allowed his entire cock to enter me, and I came several times like this.  
I wanted to ride him next so I sat over him with my legs and let him thrust his way inside. 
“Oh my god, I’m coming. “ He pulled out just in time and I took his cock in my hand. The semen shot out in warm jets, it covered my hands, slid dowm my fingers and I used my hand to stroke him until he was totally spent. 
I asked him if I was his first Asian girl and he said yes. I was happy that I could have this honour and I look forward to being another guy’s Asian first!
 
 
 


 

The truth about ‘yellow fever’

One of the things that annoys me by the glib term ‘yellow fever’ is that it only looks at one side of the equation. If you’re a white guy and you prefer to date women of a particular country, for example, China, you might feel a level of stigma for doing so. Maybe you prefer Asian women because of their interesting personalities. Or you like their unique dress sense. It could be that you have a unique feeling when you spend time with them that you never have when you are with women of other nationalities. Like creatures of habit, we Asian fanciers know from experience that we want to be with the yellow women, and it’s going to take a lot more than the disaproval of a bunch of angry man-hating liberals to make change our ways.

Yellow fever

It is a bit rich to criticise men for favouring ‘eastern’ women, when those women profess an equally strong preference for men of Caucasian race.
Another oft-mentioned claim is that white men exploit Asian women who they consider an easy target. This is not only a gross oversimplification, but it ignores something far more noticeable. The lack of desirability of many white women, along with their ridiculous levels of expectation, means that most white guys don’t stand a chance with women of their own race. If you were constantly ridiculed by women growing up, and seen as a loser by women in your surroundings, how are you able to form healthy relationships with the opposite sex? Its because men who move to Asian countries experience such a positive response from the
women there that they begin to see themselves in a new light, and finally have the confidence to start approaching women in a natural and healthy way. It’s this new-found confidence that gives men the ability to start trading up – giving them the opportunity to meet girls considered out of their league back home.


Game playing
If you’ve ever been on a date with someone whom you met through a datingapplication, be it tinder or similar, you probably faced a whole load of questions about things. Should you pay for the first date? Do you kiss her? Where do you go? Should it be somewhere expensive, or just a causal place? The problem is, no-one knows the answer. It’s why dating has become so much harder, especially now that women want to be seen as equals, whilst still clinging to the idea that men should pay for everything.
The other thing you hear is that men dating white women have to jump through so many hoops, prompting one internet writer to declare that the real reason whitewomen are against men dating Asian women – they don’t want other men to see how easy it is when there are no games to play and you don’t need to go to great lengths to win her approval.


Stereotypes
You hear so much about white men and Asian women, but what about the
reversal? If you’re a woman who likes Korean or Japanese culture, you’re
probably equally interested in men of the culture. Surely all the fans screaming at BTS aren’t just excited about the music? Yet, nobody has suggested that these women are racially stereotyping these men.

Why I prefer Asian women

Not that I’m some kind of pervert or anything, but I do happen to believe that Asian women have the nicest bodies of women anywhere. I have tried women all over the world, so it’s not like I’m an experienced loser who likes Asian women because those are the only women he has been with.

Ho says in her bio that she wants a man to take care of her. I’m crazy about flight attendants and would do anything to be with one.

Do Western women even want to dress nice and make an effort? Lets face it, they never wear the clothes and accessories that men like. If they wore some nice skirts with tights and heels, wore make up an went to the gym, I might have a scintilla of interest. As it is, they way they dress makes me want to cover my eyes in shock.

I’m chatting to Luna (who is Chinese) on weChat. She messages everyday, and always takes in interest in what I am doing.

You can bet I was swiping right on all of these. A fair few girls still like to wear denim cuttoffs, and why not? As I said, it’s all about looking as good as you possibly can. True, these aren’t the youngest women, but with my age fast approaching 40, there’s not too much I can do about that. Sometimes I think about settling down ( I will, eventually). But at the moment, I’m having so much fun getting to know these wonderful women. London has more Asian women than I will ever be able to date and I have no intention of ever stopping. All I can say is they have changed my life and they have changed it for the better.

Online dating: it’s not for me

Recently I’ve been thinking about internet dating and how common it has become.

Sites such as Ok Cupid and Plenty of Fish are popular becuase they are free to use (although both offer premium rates for added services). As well as these online websites (which offer a traditional approach to dating where if you like someone’s profile page you will send them a message and arrange to meet in person) there is Tinder, which offers a much more direct approach where you simply choose someone on the basis of looks (I wonder what could go wrong with that approach)?

After trying these three sites I can give you my informed conclusion that the world of online dating is not a world I want to be part of.

Firstly, online dating is a numbers game. Being man puts you at an instant disadvantage becuase of the sheer number of weirdos out there. I talked to women about their experiences of onine dating and they told me that most of the messages they were sent  were deleted because they were either overtly sexual or just very inappropriate. It seems that any girl on on a dating website is going to be bombarded with messages. When I signed up with Ok Cupid I found myself reading dozens of profiles of different women, I felt as though I suddenly had access to all kinds of great women and they were all single like me.

However the downside to all this is that you could spend all your time looking for the perfect woman whilst ignoring those who don’t fit your profile of what an ideal woman should be.

I went on a total of eight dates (by date I’m talking about a pre-arranged meeting at a mutually agreed time and place). I found them on the whole to be frustrating, dull and a little bit sad. The women all made at least some effort to be appear interesting, but the conversation was often strained.  If I’m being honest, it didn’t help that I chose very typical standard dating venues, ie, pub/restaurant/bar. On these occasions I felt as though I was on a job interview where I was allowed to drink alcolhol. On most dates, you need to be prepared to talk about yourself a lot. If you’re not comfortable with that you’re going to be sitting squirming in your seat, helplessly holding on to the plastic spoon in your drink. The women I went out with seemed to have a list of questions in their head that they wanted to ask me and it felt as though I was taking part in a boyfriend suitability test.

Tinder was the most annoying of the sites.  Being able to use your phone’s GPS signal means that you should be able to track down the closest women to you by area. It should be perfect. But instead of cutting through the bullshit that I got caught up in on the other websites (sending messages, waiting days for a reply) I found Tinder to be just as bad. Because you can’t send someone a message until they have ‘liked’ you (the mutual interest rule), it wasn’t possible for me to contact any of the women in my local area whom I would have had the best chances with.

A recent book by the actor and comedian Aziz Ansari explores the world of online dating. In it, Aziz comes to the conclusion that if you only go on boring standard date venues like bars and retaurants you will have boring standard dates. It would be better to take someone somewhere completely unexpected. (in the book, a couple bonded by visiting car rallies, partly becuase they were both fascinated by the strange characters who attended them). I never got the opportunity to go on any random dates, sadly. But I would have liked a diversion, perhaps to an amusement park, an open air concert or even a museum.

American comedian Aziz Ansari has written the first great book about the effects of online dating on relationships amongst heterosexual people
American comedian Aziz Ansari has written the first great book about the effects of online dating on relationships amongst heterosexual people

Another encounter Ansari describes is of meeting a young man in a small American town.

He told Ansari that he was confident that he woud meet a nice woman eventually. He said that no matter how much a person bugs you, once you get to them you realise that they’re not so bad. A person may not clip their toenails regularly or change their socks but these things you can get used to. Maybe we’re all judging people too quickly. I wonder if anyone is truly at the best on a first date anyway? Perhaps my dating forays would have been more successful if I’d gone for a second or third date, rather than looking for a new woman straight away after a disappointing date.

But I do know that it’s much nicer meeting people offline. And seriously, if a person is happy with someone not changing their socks or clipping their toenails they need to think about raising their standards.