Author: anasianstereotype

Me 28[F], Him 35[M], and Her 31[F]

Jay is a pretty stereotypical Indian male—decent shape, but doesn’t work out with dark skin and a thick mustache. Not a gym body, but not not fat at all.

Elle is tall, thin, very fit, kind of quiet and definitely more attractive than him. She’s the type of woman I’m often drawn to because it’s different than what I see in the mirror—short and curvy and thick and fiery.

I started talking with him on a popular website where people explore their sexual interests. It’s pretty obvious that this was his fantasy and he’d been pushing her into it. She wasn’t opposed, but he definitely had more or an interest in exploration and had persuaded her to explore her bi-curiosity.

I found her attractive and we exchanged some emails and then met with him there. She and I clicked, but I could still tell she was unsure. I offered to have sex with her only while he watched—but he was not allowed to participate or touch me.

I could tell right away that she liked the idea. He tried to take both of us into doing more, but I wouldn’t agree during our first play date. Read more »

[FFM] The story of my last Craigslist threesome…

Most bi-girls prefer cock. Not me. I’m a 60/40 dyke. I love smooth skin and long hair. I love the taste of pussy. I love tits and curves. I love women.

But I need dick. No toy is a substitute for male penetration.

I get turned on by women. I cum. But the orgasm isn’t as good. On the other hand, a man can cause an intense orgasm. But never the slow burn build up that I get from another girl.

And that’s why I love threesomes. My college days included a lot of hard drinking and harder fucking. But spontaneous group fun is a little harder to find in the real world. And swingers clubs aren’t for me.

So I turned to the internet some time in grad school.

Personal sites were as lame as the clubs. I had no interest in posting a pic of myself with a cute little unicorn symbol. But Craig’s List was perfect. Even when Tinder came along it was the ideal place to arrange a threesome.

My last post was a simple one. A neck down photo in a semi-sheer body stocking. “Asian Girl Seeking a Safe, Smart Couple for 3-some!” was the title. A tried and true classic. The ad didn’t need much verbiage. Read more »

[FFM] My last night as a Craig’s List unicorn before they shut it down…

Most bi-girls prefer cock. Not me. I’m a 60/40 dyke. I love smooth skin and long hair. I love the taste of pussy. I love tits and curves. I love women.

But I need dick. No toy is a substitute for male penetration.

I get turned on by women. I cum. But the orgasm isn’t as good. On the other hand, a man can cause an intense orgasm. But never the slow burn build up that I get from another girl.

And that’s why I love threesomes. My college days included a lot of hard drinking and harder fucking. But spontaneous group fun is a little harder to find in the real world. And swingers clubs aren’t for me.

So I turned to the internet some time in grad school.

Personal sites were as lame as the clubs. I had no interest in posting a pic of myself with a cute little unicorn symbol. But Craig’s List was perfect. Even when Tinder came along it was the ideal place to arrange a threesome.

My last post was a simple one. A neck down photo in a semi-sheer body stocking. “Asian Girl Seeking a Safe, Smart Couple for 3-some!” was the title. A tried and true classic. The ad didn’t need much verbiage. Read more »

[MMF] I was looking to hookup with a guy…I found two.

I made it to grad school before I had my first double dose of cock.

It’s not as if I’d never thought of it. Like every woman with a pulse, I’d fantasize. The thought of two men focused completely on me was intoxicating. But the last thing I wanted was to end up with two high-fiving frat boys living out their fantasy for three minutes without a thought to my pleasure.

Like all the best things in life, my first time was completely unplanned. Undergrad was like dining at a buffet. There was a never-ending supply of attractive people and parties where it was easy to cut loose and end up in bed with someone new.

But grad school as different. Everyone was older. Some people had families. And they took their studies seriously. It was hard to hook up without turning to the internet. And that’s never the same as something happening impulsively in the moment. And it felt too much like growing up. Read more »

[FMM] A Brown Boy, a White Boy, and a Chinese Girl Met at a Party…

I made it to grad school before I had my first double dose of cock.

It’s not as if I’d never thought of it. Like every woman with a pulse, I’d fantasize. The thought of two men focused completely on me was intoxicating. But the last thing I wanted was to end up with two high-fiving frat boys living out their fantasy for three minutes without a thought to my pleasure.

Like all the best things in life, my first time was completely unplanned. Undergrad was like dining at a buffet. There was a never-ending supply of attractive people and parties where it was easy to cut loose and end up in bed with someone new.

But grad school as different. Everyone was older. Some people had families. And they took their studies seriously. It was hard to hook up without turning to the internet. And that’s never the same as something happening impulsively in the moment. And it felt too much like growing up. Read more »

[FM] He Had a Kind For Asian Women…and Got More Than He Bargained For

American men are obsessed with Asian women. I’m a little thicker than most. I’ve got a gym toned body with big tits and a big ass. So I don’t catch the eye of them just looking for a school girl fantasy. But I defintely get more than my share of male attention.

So I wasn’t exactly surprised when I first noticed Rick eyeball fucking me. He was tall and lanky and looked like a hipster. His pants were so fucking tight that I could see his bulge. It’s one thing to look. It’s another to stare. I knew right away this guy had Yellow Fever. He didn’t look like a loser, but he was definitely giving on the vibe of someone who was playing out a fantasy in his mind and would probably be too chicken-shit to actually approach me. He looked a little drunk.

Nine times out of ten that the kind of situation I try to avoid. Maybe even 99 times out of 100. I’m not looking to fulfill some guy’s fetish or racial quota. But it was the end of the semester. I’d finished all my exams, I’d had a few drinks, and I was looking to blow off steam. I like to fuck and always have. Sometimes a night of fun is in order. Read more »