I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making.
I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York.
I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians.
My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her.
My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination.
I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school.
My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was.
When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings.
I miss my sister and my parents.
The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears.
Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put.
My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you.
A family dog
Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind.
My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him.
Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend.
Many many years ago, prior to our family’s immigration to America, certain things had happened that to this day my mother had forbidden me to tell anyone else. It’s better to bury those shameful events deep in your memory, she tells me, it’s best to completely forget them …
My parents lived in rural Jilin province, the economically under-developed backwater of the barren, rustic northern China. My older sister told me, after her mother had given birth to her, she had been given involuntary abortion four times. “Unable to bear the shame, she killed herself,” that was my sister’s exact words. “In China, if a woman cannot give birth to sons, it’s considered shameful, and whenever the results came back saying that she had been pregnant with yet another girl, our father took her to the hospital and forced her to have an abortion. At the end of it all…
Chinese prostitute plunges to her death to evade police arrest on New Year’s Eve
The New Year Eve of 2017 marked the coldest day of New York in the last 34 years. Yet Ci Ci, a smartly dressed young woman in her late twenties, had been standing on the street corner of Main St. Flushing for the last several hours. She wore a large, bright red overcoat, which covered her otherwise naked body, but one could still see her skin-tight black stockings which were the only fabric covering her long, slender legs. She stood tirelessly on her black open toe stiletto heels. Her round white face was touched up with slight makeup: bright red lip stick and deep dark eye liner. Her naturally black hair was covered under a white fur cap. Tresses of her silky hair fell on each side of her pink cheeks. She seemed distinctly lonely on a bustling street full of people, people with their family, parents, and children, and yet Ci Ci was all alone by herself. She held a fist full of pink business cards and tried to stuff into strangers’ hands, and yet no one took them. Her lips quivered and she pushed her chest out as she leaned back against the brick wall. She was especially coy, and she tried to flirt with any man who looked at her. Yet there was no customer. Her eyes betrayed hunger, even desperation. She hasn’t made any money for several days, and she has just gotten out of prison a month ago. The police took all the money she had made last year, and, she told her working sisters, if she’s ever caught again, she would kill herself. The streets were frozen with coldness. Patches of snow mixed with ice accumulated on the sides of buildings. The people walking back and forth seemed happy yet cold and oblivious to Ci Ci’s presence. There was so much joy in the air, but for Ci Ci everything seemed so bleak. Her elderly parents were still toiling away in the north eastern China, a place renowned for its coldness and which partially explained Ci Ci’s ability to endure cold; her little brother did not have the money to go to school and had to become a migrant worker in Beijing. Her younger sister went to work in Japan in a massage parlor as well and Ci Ci was determined to make money, to let her parents live a wealthy life, to let her brother go to college, and to let her sister find a good husband, preferably a wealthy white man. She was willing to do anything. Anything at all.
A group of Mexican laborers passed by and were ogling at her, whistling and commenting on her looks to each other. Their clothes were dirty and their faces were brown with physical labor. She smiled at them; her white face and red lips contrasted with their dark, dirty faces, and she waved at them by raising her wrist to the side of her cheek. “30 dollars massage. Full body. One hour.” Her legs were shivering from the cold, and her hands felt frozen. As they approached her she handed over the little pink cards to the Mexican men which had written in English: “girlfriend experience $200. No condom vaginal cum shot $250. Free semen swallowing.” The Mexican men read the simple English on the cards, and their eyes were round like dead fish, their faces wide with grin, revealing their crooked yellow teeth. A few started to grope Ci Ci all over, touching her legs, and feeling her breasts through her overcoat. “50 dollars. Blowjobs for all of us.” “No, 100 dollars. You too many people. One, two, three, four, five. Five. Five people.” “60 dollars, 60 dollars, how about 60 dollars. It’s New Year.” “80 dollars I give you discount.” “No condom. You swallow?” “Yes, I swallow everything.” By this time the two Mexican men standing in front of Ci Ci had already had their hands inside her bright red overcoat partially exposing her naked breasts in the open. Her nipples chafed against the zippers on her red coat and she moaned in pleasure. “Pay first. Then we go up.” Ci Ci said as she pointed to the metal door behind her. The Mexican men collected their money together and handed them in a roll to her and quickly she led them through the door, then through a dark hallway and went up a serpentine series of stairs. Her bright red overcoat was almost completely open, revealing her naked body underneath and they took turns fondling her large breasts. By the time they reached the third floor Ci Ci was naked, except for her black stockings and black stilettos. They were very happy to discover that Ci Ci had worn absolutely nothing underneath the red overcoat, not even a bra or panties. Her pubic hair was completely shaved so she could cater to western men, and her body was curvy with large hips. The red overcoat was torn off from her and threw to the side. Those Mexican laborers hadn’t had sex for months. They were hungry just as much as Ci Ci was. They quickly dropped their pants, revealing their smelly Mexican dicks to Ci Ci and Ci Ci took them like the pro she was. She put their hardened dicks in her soft little hands and took turns kissing and sucking on each one while working fast with her hands on the ones she was not sucking on. And within just minutes one of them had shot into Ci Ci’s mouth. As promised, she swallowed every drop. “I have earned my worth today,” Ci Ci smiled and thought to herself. “Okay, you finished. 80 dollars more.” “No 80 dollars for all of us. “No 80 dollars for each blow job. You want more? You pay more money.” The men were all horny and somewhat annoyed at her dishonesty. “Okay, 80 more dollars we fuck your pussy.” “150 dollars fuck my pussy.” “100 dollars.” “No 120 dollars.” “Okay okay 120 dollars fuck your Chinese pussy. Your pussy is very tight?” “Of course, I’m Chinese. Our men have small dicks. You have very big dicks”
The Mexican men handed over more money to Ci Ci which she kept in her Louis Vuitton hand bag and with one hand holding her bag, she pried open her pussy with another hand, showing the pink inside and she offered her pussy to those Mexican men by bending over. They took turns fucking her in the pussy, bareback, cumming inside her. It was pure joy for those Mexican men. And it was joy for Ci Ci too. She had been so hungry for cocks, and not only was she satisfied with her carnal desire, she was also making money. “I will finally have a happy new year,” Ci Ci thought to herself. The warmth of those Mexican men’s cum had not just warmed Ci Ci’s body but also her heart. She hadn’t had a good new year in so long. Last New Year’s Eve hers was spent in prison. The previous year she was beaten by a gang of black teenagers. She was happy to finally get some relief, and those men’s sperm were like antidepressants healing her emotional wounds. For those who didn’t cum inside her pussy, she directed them to cum inside her mouth.
But just as she was mesmerized by the bliss of sex, by the success of her little business, the metal door on the first floor was banged open, and there was a loud masculine voice overheard. “Police! Everybody freeze!” She looked over the handrail and her face went pale with fear. The worst that she could possibly imagine had finally happened. All the Mexican men froze on the spot with their hands up, except for Ci Ci. She remembered her previous experience in prison. She remembered being beaten by the police, being tasered while she was handcuffed and hung upside down, being forced to have her pictures taken, humiliated, ridiculed, and forced to have enema liquid shot up into her rectum. She felt terror. A fire burned up all her innards as she thought back to all those horrible things that they did to her in prison. The fear, the terror, the unfathomable sadness, the despair burned her brain like a fire, and had eaten away the last hope. She couldn’t remain still. She grabbed with both her hands over the handrail. Her hand bag slipped off her wrist and the green bills scattered on the ground. “STOP! Do not move! Or we will shoot you!” Ci Ci didn’t care for a word of their warnings. It was as if the police thought death would still scare her, when she had seen far worse than death in prison. She had given up on life already. She ran over to the window directly opposite the handrail and leaped out with a fiery determination to die. Her naked body dropped through the open window, and her head hit the restaurant billboard directly beneath the window, which caused her to somersault in midair and then her body landed onto the street curb. Her bright red overcoat was still on the floor. Her naked body was now three stories down below. Red blood splattered across the wintry ground. The sound of her fall did not impact the bustling streets of Flushing. In fact most people couldn’t even hear her through all the noise. Police lines quickly drew up and medics arrived in nearly minutes to cover up her cold, dead body and then, it was as if nothing ever happened. The streets were bustling with people.
A former Shandong University student, Nancy Li, a petite, soft-mannered Chinese girl in her early twenties, who is now working as an accountant for a Fortune 500 company, recounts of being assigned to a foreign male classmate as his “female companion” when she was a freshman at Shandong University, a top 20 ranked university in China.
In order to receive state sponsored scholarship, Nancy had to sign a contract with Shandong University agreeing to participate in the “female companion sponsorship”.
Not everyone was selected to be in the sponsorship, according to Nancy, the females must be “attractive, white-skinned, and gentle-mannered.”
Every foreign male student is assigned three Chinese female student companions who accompany the foreign student to class, lunch and dinner, collegiate events, extracurricular programs and parties, and even sleepover in all male-dormitories.
“We must give in to the demands of those foreign students and if they complain to the University that the female companions are not cooperative, we would lose our scholarship and might even be expelled. Many were coerced into having sex with those foreign students. I have witnessed first hand, a foreign student beating a female companion for refusing his sexual advance.”
Though not explicitly stated in the sponsorship, sex between foreign male students and Chinese female companions is so commonplace that, “every night, we could hear those Chinese girls moaning in the foreign students’ dormitory,” said a former Shandong University student who wished to remain anonymous.
Almost all female companions were virgins, most having had zero sexual experience with the opposite sex, and some even had zero romantic relationship prior to their entrance to the female sponsorship program. Many suffered not only psychological trauma but also physical assault in addition to frequent sexual abuse.
“One time we were all invited to attend a party for foreign students. They forced us to drink a lot of alcohol. When one of the female companions refused, she was slapped really hard across her face. Another tried to intervene, but the guy grabbed her hair and dragged her across the floor. We were all really scared. If we leave, they threatened to complain, and we would all be disciplined by the University,” Nancy said.
Shandong University has a zero tolerance policy against Chinese students who are disrespectful to foreign students. Any Chinese student who express resentment of foreign students will be disciplined up to and including expulsion from the University.
“When they got really drunk, they started to tear at our clothes and fondle our breasts. If we tried to resist, they would hit us. Several foreign students took turns slapping my nipples really hard and I was in tears. The party continued until midnight and some [female companions] were so drunk that they had passed out. None of us were allowed to leave until we have all had sex with at least one foreign student.”
In order to encourage more foreign internationals to come to China, and to brand China as a welcoming home for those foreigners, sex between local Chinese women and foreign men is not only tacitly condoned, but openly and actively encouraged, as Chinese national TV frequently showcase beautiful Chinese women being involved in sexual and romantic relationships with foreign men.
“Three of us [female companions] were pushed on the bottom row of their bunker beds, and they took turns having sex with us. None of them used a condom. We felt violated, and wanted to report the incident to the police, but if we did that, the University would have expelled all of us.”
Foreigners in China enjoy special treatment and are often seen behaving above the law. However, alleged accusations of rape committed by foreigners are rare, since most victims are willing participants, or too embarrassed to report the incidents due to a Confucian culture of shame and honor. In the unlikely case that rape is reported, local Chinese police are often hesitant to investigate.
“In order to not make a scene, all of us took morning-after pills. There was one really unfortunate girl who didn’t. She was forced to have an abortion, by the University, and it became a campus-wide scandal.”
Looking back at her own experience, though resentful, Nancy also felt happy. “It gave me experience with foreign men, and helped me grow as a person. I’m now married to a white American man and my experience as a female companion to foreign men definitely helped me to understand foreign men better than Chinese men.”
In a survey, most female graduates of Shandong University prefer foreign men as lovers, sex partners, or husbands to local Chinese men. Alumnae to one of the most prestigious universities in China, many went on not only to become highly successful career-women, but also caring housewives to successful foreign men.
Similar reports of female companion programs were found in all elite universities throughout China.
Given the ubiquity of Asian women engaged in sexual relationships with white men, whether it be on the internet (every Asian female amateur has a white boyfriend or a white dom) or in real life (I lost count the number of Asian female white male pairings that I see everyday on nearly every bustling street corner), it’s surprising that many people are still living in denial.
In addition to the vastly known statistic that nearly one in every two Asian women living in America will end up marrying non-Asian men (the ratio is similar in Europe, Canada, and Australia), about 80% of Asian women between the age of 18 to 35 who are sexually active and are currently residing in America have white sexual partners, and approximately 60% of young Asian girls growing up in America will have white boys as their first sexual encounters with the opposite sex and it is not unreasonable nor unusual to assume that, after losing their virginity to white boys, those Asian girls will only be able to find white men as attractive and compatible sexual partners in the future and will thus be exclusively dating white men from then on.
Critics who live in denial (stereotypically angry Asian boys) often cite that “many white girls prefer black guys.” But statistically speaking, only 7% of white women marry black men. The level of interracial coupling of white female and black male is vastly lower than that of Asian female and white male.
Take as another perspective from the porn industry. Every Asian female porn actress performs sexual acts with white male porn actors, and sometimes also black male porn actors, but not every white female porn actress performs sexual acts with black male porn actors. In fact, no Asian female porn actress in north America performs sexual acts with straight Asian male porn actors, and some would go out of their way to state that “they don’t fuck Asian guys,” e.g. Annabel Chong, Alina Li, and many others.
In fact, not only are straight Asian male porn actors non-existent in the porn industry, every single Asian male who appears in porn is either a submissive gay bottom or a transgender ladyboy, the said performer similarly engages in submissive sexual acts with dominant white male actors or black male actors. This is actually even more true in amateur porn, which topic will be touched on. As an addendum to the argument, if, for instance, if a single non-gay Asian male porn actor appears in the porn industry and is seen with a white female, it immediately becomes world news and is shared on social media across the globe. The fact that it is news-worthy by itself speaks volumes.
But this wide spread phenomenon of asian female and white male is actually even more revealing in the amateur porn industry. Almost all amateur Asian females who featuer themselves on various social media platforms are exclusively sexually active with white sexual partners, often their boyfriends or husbands; however for politically correct reasons, as well as a smart marketing strategy, most of those Asian amateurs would deny that they have sexual preferences for white men, since they know that their audience come from all backgrounds, and this includes many politically correct white men who do not enjoy “letting the cat of the bed”, so to speak.
And not only that, but in the few instances in which the Asian amateur porn does involves non-gay Asian men, almost always the performers turn out to come from Asia.
Which brings the topic out of North America and into East Asia: it’s actually even easier, much easier, for white men to pick up local Asian women in Asia. It is very common for a white man to have multiple local girlfriends in an Asian country. Take China for example. An average white man living in China for three years can have anywhere from 5 or 6 to dozens of Chinese girlfriends, whereas the average Chinese man usually has zero to one girlfriend before marriage. According to CCP’s own account, over one million Chinese women marry non-Chinese men and go live abroad EACH year. The number is similar in Japan. Statistics Bureau of Japan recently published a study that states over 50% of Japanese men below the age of 50 are virgins, raising concerns about Japanese fertility and population trend. The same publication cites a finding that nearly 80% of Japanese women want to live overseas and the top destination for immigration includes Europe, America, Canada, and Australia, all white-majority countries.
“Every night I used my belt on her ass until she was in tears, then I would fuck her like an animal until she was screaming and begging me to cum in her.”
To given a more vivid and personal example of Asian women’s desperate lust for WHITE COCK, Wei Hui, the famed Chinese female writer and author of the semi-autobiographical novel Shanghai Baby, states that the German businessman with whom she was in a SM relationship has had sex with more than dozens of Chinese girls while living in China.
Neither is Ms. Wei Hui the first Asian woman to pen in vividly graphic and ostensibly salacious detail of her sexual escapades with white men, nor the last to do so. Beginning with Amy Tan, generations of Asian women have written of their romantic and often lewd sexual encounters with white men. In her book, ‘How To Attract Asian Women’, by Ming Tan, a Chinese woman, she boasts about successfully bringing together over one thousand Asian women with White men, and puts the icing on the cake by adding salacious tales of lewd sexual encounters between seemingly virtuous Chinese women being corrupted by their western lovers.
And all those come within the realm of politically correct mainstream culture! Not to mention all other books, movies, TV shows that showcase the submissive and hypsersexual–whorish–nature of Asian women which always go hand in hand with the dominance and assertiveness of white men.
The internet, on the other hand, abounds with blogs, sex blogs, profiles, channels, videos, and pictures of Asian women in multitudinous states of submission to white men, and in which subordinate roles those Asian women eagerly and shamefully play and relish. Not only do those Asian women fully embrace their love for white cocks, proudly proclaim their natural subjugate state in relation to white men, and eagerly whore themselves out to be slaves to white men, in the process they also often belittle Asian men and partake in the emasculation of Asian men.
I’m white, 50, twice divorced, and my current wife is Chinese, 31, and a single mother.
Before marrying me, she was a very chaste and traditional Chinese woman. Through my rigorous training in the last two years, she has been thoroughly transformed to be an extremely masochistic slut.
She is born to be submissive and will be willing to do anything to get orgasm when having sex.
The only exception is that she cannot bear much pain, for example, from being whipped or slapped too hard, which I am still training her to receive. She likes to be degraded, humiliated and abused very much, as it turns her on. She loves the idea that she is a cheap Chinese whore who was born to serve white men.
At home, before fucking her hard, I ask her to kneel down and kowtow to me.
I also share her for some other expat men from America, England, and Germany and she likes that very much. My fantasy (and I am planning to do that in real life) is making her work as a whore, in secret of course.
I would tell the customers that she can serve them in any way they want in return, like licking their asshole, drinking their pee, crawling under their feet, etc., for just a little of money. Another fantasy of mine is selling her to another master to be his sex slave in a couple of hours per day.
“By the second week I arrived in China, I was already dating this petite Chinese woman who was very submissive. Every night I used my belt on her ass until she was in tears. Then I fucked her like an animal until she was screaming and begging me to cum in her. Afterward, she would get on her knees and noisily lick and suck her juice off my cock, with my cum still leaking out of her cunt. She simply couldn’t get enough of me. We would have sex all over her home. In her bedroom, on the kitchen table. On the balcony. She told me she had done things with me that she would never do with a Chinese man. She was my obedient sex slave. I did not allow her to wear clothes in her home, not even in front of other people.”
I once heard on some late night TV show that whereas men exaggerate how many women they have had sex with, women understate the number of men they have had sex with, and not only that, actually, women on average have twice as many sex partners as men. The ratio is even more skewed for Asians. Whereas the average Asian man living in America has one or two female sex partners, the average Asian woman will have seven or more male sex partners, the majority of whom will be non-Asian.
I had sex with three guys when I was in college. After starting work, I dated a guy from Scotland, then a Jewish guy, then some guy from Long Island, and then this guy from Maine. I dated this college professor for over a year, and then a doctor for more than two years. I’m, honest to god, just an average Asian girl. Not all of my dates led to sex, obviously.
I still remember the time when I was dating this college professor and we were in a bar and sitting at a table across from where we were was a group of three Asian girls and three white guys. Every one of those Asian girls was dating a white guy. It looked surreal. In the four hour span that we were in that bar, I only saw one Asian guy and of course he was gay and he was with a white guy as well. Seeing so many Asian girls with white guys definitely makes one wonder if there’s not something deeper than meeting the eye, of which no one is allowed to speak about.
There’s nothing like having a strong, tall, White man just completely taking control of their small, frail bodies and using it solely for HIS pleasure. It’s when an asian is acutely aware of how tiny and feeble she is compared to a real man.
When a White Man really uses her and fucks her as rough as he can, she comes to terms with the worthlessness she feels everyday when she looks at her slanted oriental features, her tiny slit eyes, her tiny asian breasts, her flat face and her tomboy-like flat body. Finally, she is being treated like an inferior being that she has always known she is. No more political-correctness bullshit that tries to coddle her feelings … in the bedroom, the White Man finally puts the asian in her place.
The small chink slut gets slapped, spat on, and finally passes out. It is absolutely degraded and abused. And when the White Man finally tells the whimpering, sobbing chink slut to fuck off, he smiles to himself knowing that the chink slut will come back for more.
A chink’s ultimate goal in life is to be fully owned by a White Man.Not just in sex. But to have her whole life and decisions dictated by the White Man. Nothing feels better for a chink than to surrender all control, all desires, all needs, all independence; just obey and serve a White Man.
Once you feel that collar around your neck and you hear the latch click. Once he puts the cuffs on your wrists and the chains on your feet. Once you see Him throw the key drown the drain. Then you know, you can serve with dedicated purpose for the rest of your life.
You wake up in the morning in your cage. Shackled and blindfolded. Your body clock has adjusted to your Master’s daily rituals and you know he’s waking up. You hear him stirring in his bed. You know he’ll be hard and horny. He gets up and you hear the footsteps coming closer. He opens your cage; he doesn’t need to lock it ’cause he knows you’ll never run away.
He takes your blindfolds and shackles off. The keys to your shackles are inside the cage but you never touch them. He looks at you and you remain silent. You learned the hard way that one time you spoke without being spoken to. He looks angry, like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You brace yourself for a rough morning.
He grabs your collar and yanks you from the cage. He drags you across the floor as the collar chokes you. You gag and cry as you hold on to the collar while trying to gasp for air. In one swift motion, he pulls your thin 100-pound body in the air with his massive arm and hurls you onto the bed. You land hard and get winded.
In a second, he’s on top of you and pinning you down. You know he won’t use lube this morning. He ravages your cunt and asshole and fucks you dry. You scream and cry but you take it. He’s in a bad mood and the tiniest bit of resistance would mean being locked in your cage for days on end.
He fucks you hard, grunts loudly, and cums inside you. He spits in your face. He drags you by your collar again and puts you back in your cage. He puts your blindfold back on and shackles your wrists once again.
He speaks. “No food for you today. I want your asshole perfectly clean tonight.”
His strong arms pinned my legs down before I could react. I was folded up, as if I was a toy to be played with. I looked even tinier than I normally was, and I was already especially tiny for an asian.
I always wondered why asian people are smaller than white people in general, like how asian boys are much shorter and small than white boys, and not just with penis size, but with asian girls we are even tinier. It’s as if asians naturally have smaller frames since we are destined to be used and subjugated by the bigger white men … the hierarchy of race, I guess.
His arms were wrapped around my legs and I was completely immobile. I knew resistance would be futile and I just steeled myself for the pain that was about to come.
“You ready chink?” he said, the lust and anticipation in his voice clearly evident.
“Yes Sir!” I lied. One could never be ready for a white cock … tiny asian bodies were never built to handle the size of a white cock, but our asian minds make us hunger for it, so we brave the pain just to be able to serve.
His cock went inside me faster than I anticipated and a jolt of pain surged from my pussy and throughout my body. It hurt. it felt like someone was punching me inside.
“That’s it … you’re gonna take it whore!” he said as he started pounding me harder.
Before I could stop myself, I started to sob. The pain was unbearable and with his every thrust, I left out a feline cry.
“Shut up bitch. I told you if you make a noise, I’m going to fuck you harder” he said as his thrust went deeper and faster. The pain became intolerable.
I had to stifle my sobs. I didn’t want a repeat of last time when my sobs were uncontrollable and he just ravaged me until the pain made me black out.
“That’s it chink, you’re a good chink.” he said as he slowed down again. I was relieved as the pain became manageable again. I was sure he would punish me for that sob I accidentally left out.
He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “But I explicitly told you before … not one single sob ever again. You let out a sob again today, and now you will be punished.”
My eyes darted in fear as I started to plead, “No … no sir … please I’m sorry … no!”
His arms held my legs tighter as he fucked me harder and stronger than ever before.
The last thing I remember were my sobs coming back before I passed out.
I was on a working holiday in a small farming town in the middle of the Australian Outback …
I was born and raised in Shanghai and I consider myself to be an urbane, well-educated, modern Chinese woman of upperclass bringing, but I was excited for some adventure. Australia always allured me with photos of its culture, its European heritage, its marvelous architecture, its natural beauty, and most importantly of all, men, European men who were once criminals, destined to perish in cold, damp, solitary prisons but were set free in the wilderness of Australia and overcame all obstacles to survive, and not only survive, but to have built this once savage nation into a country on par with their ancestors, Europe.
White European Men, descendants of Charlemagne, who seemed to be the epitome of masculinity with their tall, tanned, and muscular bodies. It was a dream come true to finally travel to Australia.
I found a small idyllic farm, like the one described in Flaubert’s novel Madame Bovary, its rugged western scenes like it were in Thomas Hardy’s The Return of the Native, which my professor taught to me in my English literature classes at Fudan University. The farmer was an old, wrinkled white man but from his features I could tell, in his younger years, if he wished, he could have had any Chinese woman he wanted. He was quiet, rarely talking to me aside from telling me what to do on the farm.
Every day I would voluntarily go out to the field and help out in any way I can, as a good Asian guest, and everyday I saw his son. His son was perfect and attractive and I was smitten. He usually tended the field without his shirt on and I could see his muscles rippling as he operated the tractor.
He never spoke to me and I wasn’t sure if he caught me staring. He never as much gave me a glance. Every night when I went back to my bed in the barn, I would think about him, imagining what it would be like to kneel in front of him and suck his white cock.
On one hot summer day, the work at the farm was especially grueling and his aryan son was working hard in the fields. I couldn’t stop staring at his physique and I was so enamored by looking at him. I would have stayed there the whole day staring at him but the heat was unbearable. I decided to head back to the barn and take a nap.
My eyes slowly fluttered open as I heard a deep voice awakening me from my nap.
I looked up and there he was. Sitting in front of me with his shirt off and his pants down. He had a cigarette and he was flexing his huge arms. His massive thighs were like tree trunks and they were spread wide to reveal his hard white cock … his cock was even bigger than what I imagined. It was thick and veiny, and erect like a tower. His huge balls hung low at my eye level.
I slowly stared up at him and I was speechless.
“Yah think I didn’t notice ye looking at me? That’s right, I know yer a slut for white cock. Yah want some of this Aussie cock I reckon. Fuckin rice cooker. Come on, I know yer kind, you better suck this cock good, and don’t you dare walk away while you are sucking me off, chink I’m going to bloody fuck you like the fuckin cunt that yah are and I’ll blow heaps of cum right inside. Now get started.”
I nodded silently, knelt in front of him, wrapped my lips around his enormous Aussie cock, and began …
The feeling of a Big White Cock sliding in your asian pussy is absolutely amazing.
To feel every inch going deeper and deeper is simply not possible with an asian guy’s cock. White cocks have that length and girth to completely fill up a tight asian pussy. To stretch it wide until it is left gaping wide enough for a White Man to just easily withdraw and ram his cock back in. Only White Cock is long enough to completely penetrate deep in an asian hole and hit the spot.
And ultimately, it is the thought of having white meat sliding in your asian pussy that just turns you on the most. To know that a REAL man is using you is better than any feeling his cock can give.
Just listen to your moans and whimpers when you get fucked by a White Man. When it’s an asian guy, your moans are perfunctory and fake, like acting out a scene in a porno. But when it’s a White Man fucking you, your moans come from deep within. It’s a guttural high-pitched sound that you cannot control. It naturally comes out once he slides into you.