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An Asian Fantasy...
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An Asian Fantasy... I have another story for you...in an exotic setting: The mass of humanity was everywhere, crowds making their way through the crowded open market, with clusters of onlookers around the more interesting displays. It was hot and sweaty in downtown Taipei as I navigated through the crowds with Wei Ling, my Chinese lover, a far cry from cool and comfortable Minnesota. We were there visiting her mother, an interesting woman now retired in the suburbs. Evening was approaching, a time when a whole new set of street vendors came out for the throngs of shoppers. We found ourselves pushing our way through crowded alleys as we checked out a huge range of consumer goods and tourist items. There were also several booths selling native medical remedies for every condition imaginable. We paused at one where the owner was holding a long, writhing snake high, using it to attract a huge crowd. We stopped to watch at the edge of the crowd and gazed with interest as the six foot long black snake was stroked and caressed by the charmer. I asked Wei Ling the purpose of the snake and she replied “In a little while, he will kill the snake and sell its blood to the crowd.” This seemed cruel, but he had no shortage of customers lined up for a taste of the blood mixed with wine. We moved on before the snake met its fate. A few narrow alleys away, we stopped to check out another herbal remedy display. Its owner pulled me over and said “I have just the product for you, very rare and it will have profound effects on you. He showed me a root that was perfectly shaped like a human being, even down to the head.” If you consume a tea from this root, your mind will gain powers to see and move throughout the universe and communicate with others without talking. My lover was a little skeptical, but told me that her ancient countrymen believed in herbal medicines and that they sometimes worked. Intrigued by the root; I bought it from the vendor and hung it on a string around my neck. As we returned to the apartment, I noted the beautiful young Asian girls as we walked by them, recording their images in my mind for later fantasies. When we returned, I brewed part of the root as a tea. It seemed normal, but I was soon to learn otherwise. That night, as I slept, I found myself in a dream wandering the nearby streets. It was like I was living the dream and everyone was a prop in a movie set. I found myself admiring the beauty of the smiling young women when I realized they were part of the local night world, seeking men to service in erotic ways. I began to examine them with a critical eye, enjoying the curve of their breasts and their slender thighs peeking through the slits in their silk dresses. As I passed an ancient hotel, a beautiful young woman caught my eye. Her bright eyes hinted at great intelligence, accenting her delicate facial features and slender body. I smiled and approached her, her steady gaze and smile indicated that my approach was welcome. She seemed quite familiar and suddenly I realized that the beautiful girl was one I had admired earlier in the day. “Would you like a massage or a cup of tea?” She asked. Looking around for my companion and not finding her, I quickly accepted, following her into the massive lobby. We were in an old colonial hotel, built long before the days of elevators and modern conveniences. I followed her up several flights of stairs to a suite of rooms that transported me back at least two centuries. The walls were hung with tapestries depicting Chinese noblemen and their ladies, some of them quite erotic in their poses. She led me to a low table and served me a cup of green tea, its steaming surface spreading a delightful aroma. I asked her about herself and she explained that she was a university student who worked part time in this luxurious establishment. She had escaped from Mainland China several years before, leaving behind her family. She had experienced a middle class upbringing in a family that had been well-educated and privileged before the communists took power. Without resources, she was working her way through school as a masseuse. As we chatted, I became more enchanted with her erotic charm; she was very open and casual in her approach to me. She seemed to sense that I was a good person and had nothing but good will and admiration for her. We sipped the tea and gained an easy confidence in each other and also a strong attraction. The contrasts were striking: I a tall, strong blond American and she a slight, delicate, dark Asian beauty. “Would you like a bath or massage?” she asked. “Absolutely,” I replied and took her hand as she led me into a room with a large sunken tub and a low massage table. She led me to a low couch and turned to face me. “We need to undress, would you like me to do it?” My already hard member embarrassed me, but it didn’t seem to affect her, so I readily consented to her undressing me. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders, dropping it on the couch. Her eyes fell to the man-shaped dried root on the string around my neck. “Oh, I see what brought you to me,” she smiled. Her nimble fingers found my belt and undid it, then found the button and zipper that released my pants. As they fell to the floor, my erection created a tent in my briefs that caught her eye and made her smile. “American men are so big,” she said as her fingers hooked the elastic of my briefs and pulled them down to expose my erection. She un-belted her robe and dropped it onto the floor. Now, it was my turn for admiration. Her body was sculpted beauty, her slender neck blending into her shoulders and accenting her beautiful breasts tipped with pencil eraser nipples. She smiled modestly as she led me into the sunken tub and showed me where to sit. She began to knead my body with her long fingers, caressing the tension out of me. I became calm in all ways except the<b> sexual tension </font></b>her presence stimulated. I reached out and caressed her side, marveling at the softness of her skin. She reacted more than I thought she would, she was fairly new at this and still carried a -like innocence. I pulled her onto my lap saying, “Here, you can massage my entire body with yours”. She did, molding herself perfectly to my body contours, then sliding gracefully over me, creating gentle friction and drawing my undivided attention. She giggled when her tight bottom slid over my erection and adjusted herself slightly to allow my hardness to slide up between her thighs. She closed her legs over my cock and began to gently gyrate around it, squeezing me as she sought to massage herself at the same time. I reached around her and squeezed both breasts, rolling her pointed nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She was losing her professional manner as my obvious passion affected her. She lifted off me and slid down into the water to bring her face next to my cock. “You are the size of a bull,” she gushed as she took my member in her hands and caressed it gently. I was so aroused that I thought I might climax right there, but I held off for better things. I reached over and picked her up and set her on the side of the tub. She leaned back on a towel and allowed me to spread her slender thighs. Her pussy was almost bare. Oriental women are less furred down there than other races and she had a bare wisp of black hair at the top of her slit. My fingers sought her opening, caressing her lips and teasing her clit gently. Her inner lips were like flower petals, swollen and delicate as I teased them with my fingers. “I want to taste you,” I said and she moved up to the edge of the tub and spread her legs wide for me. I brought my lips to her opening and caressed her gently, teasing her opening with my stiff tongue and invading her womanhood. She cried out as I teased her clit and shifted to help me as I slid my hands under her small ass cheeks. My lips surrounded her clit and sucked all of the area around it into my mouth, sucking her love bud like a miniature cock. I tried all my favorite techniques for oral sex, alternating between invading her opening with my tongue like a cock, licking her rapidly and sucking her clit with varying intensities. I soon found the sucking to be the most effective, but used the other techniques when my lips tired. I could feel her body tense as she slowly let the<b> sexual tension </font></b>take over her being. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations, marveling at the continuous waves of pleasure that washed over her body. I could feel her climbing and tried a few variations of stimuli to bring her farther. My hands slid up to squeeze her nipples as I sucked her, teasing them with gentle friction and massaging them to full arousal. I also brought my right index finger to her pussy lips and teased them as I sucked her clit, then moving a finger into her tight interior, seeking her G spot. This brought her higher up the hill towards climax and her gentle hands seized the back of my head to guide me more closely. She was moaning as I drove her wild, her body quivering as her climax approached. Finally, I used my secret weapon and slid my juice-coated finger into her back door. She winced as I invaded her, but the exquisite friction took over and added to her stimulation and pleasure. I now just needed to finish my efforts with one final attack on her clit. I sucked it into my mouth and held it there with great pressure as I licked her captured bud quickly. It was too much for her to resist any longer. She climaxed with a shudder and a mild curse as she gripped my ears. As her body stiffened, I suppressed my smile and kept up the sucking, hoping for more climaxes. I’m not sure if she did, but finally she could take no more and pulled me up over her. “I don’t know if I can take all of you,” she said as she guided my swollen cock head to her tight opening. “I’ll be gentle,” I assured her and slowly began to ease into her. She closed her vagina around my invading cock and gave me a fantastic squeeze. We were too awkward on the edge of the tub so I pulled out and let her lead me over to the soft, low massage table. She had me lay on my back and began to slide her whole body over mine. She took fragrant oil and rubbed both of our bodies with it, giving us a slippery caress as we slid together. Her lips found my cock and slowly descended on it, sucking me gently, then with greater intensity. I lifted my head slightly to watch her beautiful face swallow my cock an inch at a time. She couldn’t take all of me, but her level of suction and location of her stimulation was fantastic. I knew she couldn’t make me climax that way as I have myself trained to hold off under all but the strongest stimulation, but she came close. She raised herself up and moved over my cock; reaching down to spread the rose petals of her pussy to engulf my cock head. I looked down to see it slowly disappear into her hot depths and sighed at her tightness. I watched her slowly force herself down onto me, her face a picture of perfect concentration. She slowly descended each time before rising up, only to repeat the down stroke again, taking a little more of me each time. I watched her eyes widen as my thick member invaded her each time she thrust down onto me, enjoying her pleasure as I experienced my own from her tightness sliding down my cock. After five minutes of exquisite pleasure, she moaned, “That’s all of you I can take,” as she bounced on six inches of my thick cock. “Do you want more,” I asked? “Yes,” she said, “I want all of you inside me.” “Well, I can do that if that’s what you want,” lifting her off and placing her on her back. She brought her legs up and spread herself for me, recapturing me again as I drove into her depths. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I said as I drove myself into her beautifully tight pussy. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I’m tough, just fuck me hard”. I took her at her word and began to drive into her with great intensity, capturing a bit more depth with each stroke. I watched her face as I took her into a different universe with my deep thrusts. “Oh, God,” she said, “fuck me,” pronouncing it “fool” as in Austin Powers movie. I did, very hard and very deep, her tightness quickly bringing me up the hill to climax. I watched her face, and then began to talk dirty to her, telling her how it felt to me to be inside her. We were now both so wild and out of control that our climaxes were inevitable. I came first, exploding inside her, my cock jerking and throbbing as I sent my spurts of cum into her depths. This was the final step needed to bring her off and she came with intense cries of pleasure. We slid wildly over each other, and then slowed as our climaxes sapped all our energy. Finally, we lay entwined in blissful exhaustion. As I left, she smiled and said “I won’t be able to walk straight for three weeks, but that’s all right as this is just a dream.” That root around your neck is a dream enhancer. You remembered me from the market today when we exchanged glances.” “I have one too,” she said, showing me the erotically shaped root on a chain around her ankle. The ancients thought that the chemical given off by the root could take lovers to a parallel universe. What do you think?” I could only smile as I left, a smile that was still on my face as I woke up the next morning next to my real lover. Any feedback on my writing is welcome. I find that men write erotica differently than women; we're much more into the physical description of making love while women are much more into the mental aspects. If any of you have any erotica you've written, feel free to add it in a return comment. |
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