Author: sweetasianfaye

The Best Father’s Day Present [MF]

After we ate the dinner my mom made, she looked ready to collapse. Yawning loudly, she walked over and kissed my stepdad on the forehead. She told me to make sure to go to bed early so I wouldn’t be late for work tomorrow, and then made her way upstairs. I caught the glance my stepdad shot her, the eager hope in his eyes, the way he watched her ass swaying up the steps before it disappeared. But she genuinely seemed exhausted, and who could blame her after working two shifts in a row over the weekend? The hospital couldn’t let her take the days off; it was only Father’s Day after all.

My stepdad sank the leather couch beside me, the disappointment clear on his face, and I finally knew the perfect present to give him. I’d felt so bad during dinner when mom presented her lasagna and my stepbrother, who’d gone to the gym, gave him a brand-new watch. All I’d given him was a mug that said, “World’s Best Dad.” I couldn’t think of what to get him. What’s the best way to tell my white stepdad how I really felt about him? Read more »

A sundress, a sudden summer storm, and a stranger

The downpour came without warning. That was what I told myself when I decided to cut through Central Park after coming out of the train station. It would be quick, I thought. I’d get there before the rain.

But on a cloudy summer day in New York City, you can’t trust the weather. All the signs of a storm clung to the air: the desperate breeze tugging my hair, the thick humidity filling my lungs, and the bloated darkness of the clouds, ready to burst.

I barely make it halfway down the path before the first drops of cold water hit me. Two heartbeats later, I’m drenched from head to toe, shivering and running underneath the trees trying to get to the other side of the park.

All I have on is a white sundress and slippers. Today was supposed to be casual. Meet a friend in the city for some coffee and cake. Post a few pictures to Instagram. Go shopping.

Yet, here I am, running as best as I can in slippers, trying to find cover. My hair sticks to my back. My dress is now see-through; my brown nipples already hard from the cold rain. And there’s a man in the distance, heading straight for me. Read more »

I woke up horny out of my mind at midnight.

In a burst of heat, I woke in the middle of the night. Light from the traffic signals outside spilled through my windows, bathing my room in red and green and yellow in turns. And despite the stillness, the bloated quiet of the hour, a thunderstorm surged within me.

My heart was racing, my mind spinning, and I was breathing hard as if I were in the middle of a glorious fuck. As if someone had me pinned down to my bed while he thrust into me, repeatedly with the intent of breaking me. All I could do was moan and pant and beg for him to go harder and harder while I dug my fingernails into the mattress.

But no one was here. So why was I so flushed?

I threw the blanket off and yanked my pants down to my ankles, trapping my legs. Then I started rubbing myself. Furious circles. I was so wet; the sound of my fingers and my lips filled my room. Slick and fast, my fingers strumming my clit, pushing my lips, slapping the juices silly, trying to contain this heat. Read more »

I let a stranger finish inside me in an empty train station

I didn’t tell him I was ovulating. I didn’t tell him my mind was spinning out of control, desperate to have my insides flooded. But I’m sure he could sense it. I’m sure he could taste the urgency in my juices as we got hot and sweaty in the empty train station.

The man (I never learned his name) bumped against me after coming down the stairwell. It was late at night, and the place was empty. The trains delayed. He had a frenzied look in his eyes and a smile that won my raging heart. It didn’t take long before he had me pinned against a movie poster, groaning and growling as he wrenched down my pants. One hand squeezed my tit, the other massaged my ass as if he thought I was hiding something in there.

“I fucking love your ass,” he whispered in my ear.

My response was to moan for him, begging him to go harder. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the wall. It felt so cold compared to my flushed cheeks, and I moaned again. Read more »

I met a guy twice my size on Tinder

Tyler is the tallest man I’ve ever matched with online. Compared to him, I really am just a tiny fairy, but I’m more than a little curious about fucking a giant. Which is why I waste no time in catching a cab to his place.

According to him, his roommate is out for the day. It would be the perfect opportunity to explore each other, he wrote in his texts. For him, a tiny Asian girl is a dream come true. For me? Let’s just say I want to experience the size difference in every possible way.

I arrive breathless and horny. The springtime rain batters my hair and my coat while I wait for him to answer the door. When he opens it, a sheepish grin on his handsome face, I can’t help but return his smile. Tyler is taller than anyone I’d ever kissed before. With a strong jawline, a thick head of brown hair, and blazing green eyes, he was straight out of my wet dreams.

“Hi,” he says, stepping back to let me inside. “Jesus, you are pretty.”

I wipe the damp hair from my face and blush. “You’re so big.” Read more »

I went to the office without underwear.

My body seems to react strangle when I go a day without cumming. My mind tightens and goes liquid, rippling with every deep breath. I feel hot and flushed, as if a thunderstorm were brewing in my rib cage. Humid and heavy. Steam emanates off my soul. Energy sizzles and crackles through my muscles and bones.

Every other thought is dangerously laced with desire. My heart thuds against my chest at the slightest inclination of arousal. My mind spins.

When I woke up this morning, horny beyond measure, I made the conscious decision to not wear underwear today. A cotton shirt, a purple sweater, and dark leggings that hugged my form. It was supposed to rain today (outside, not just in my head), and if my shirt got wet, it would be see-through.

On the train ride, I eyed every person I found attractive. Guy or girl, I looked into their faces and pictured wrapping myself around their bodies like ivy on trees. Or like a kitten pouncing on someone they want to lick and nuzzle. Sitting on the cold seats, only a thin cloth between my butt and the surface, I wondered if I would visibly start steaming. I wanted to sit on someone’s lap and feel their warmth. Read more »

I want to be your maid.

With the house empty and peaceful, I decided to clean. My mom was at a doctor’s appointment, my siblings were out, and my stepdad was at work. I picked up the broom and glanced around the dusty living room, and a thought hit me. Why would I want to get my pants dirty?

I tied back my hair and took off my pants. My panties as well. Slid everything right off in my living room and threw them on a couch. If I’m going to play, I’m going to go all the way.

All I had on was a grey t-shirt with a cute rabbit smiling on it. (I love rabbits.) Suddenly, the familiar coziness of the house evaporated, and everything was brand new and thrilling. Every time I crouched down to sweep a pile of dust into the dustpan, I felt my butt cheeks spread. Air from the open windows flitted in through the curtains to tease my exposed privates. Read more »

[MF] Break In [Buttstuff]

I wanted the burglar to cum inside me. That was my only thought as he thrust his cock into my ass.

In a matter of moments, he’d transformed me into his personal whore. I was on my hands and knees with my back arched and my butt in the air. My tits jiggled madly in my t-shirt as he fucked me, his legs on my either side, his boots racking dirt onto my pink rug.

My bunny rabbits watched from their cage as this stranger had his way. He hadn’t even taken off his jeans. I’d unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his hard cock and sucked on it for a few minutes before he discovered my already lubed up asshole and ordered me to submit.

With one firm hand holding my neck and the other wrenching on my hair, we filled my bedroom with heat and lust. He fucked fast and then slow, careful not to let the *smack* of my ass against his legs be too loud. His fingers were going to leave bruises on my pale skin and his grip on my hair and the size of his dick brought tears to my eyes. Read more »

[MF] The Professor’s Pet [oral] [buttstuff] [interracial]

The professor snapped his suitcase shut before leaning back in his chair and sighing deeply. It was just past 8 pm. The sun had set, the department was empty, but outside, the campus buzzed with students enjoying their Friday evening.

He was the only professor on the floor; the others had wished him goodnight and left him to finish grading a set of papers about the effects of immigration on gender roles. He was rolling through the papers with ease until one took his breath away.

Jenny Takigami had written about her identity as an Asian woman. It started off scholarly as she argued the merits of sexualization and femininity. Then she trailed off and started writing about her personal needs. How badly she wanted to be dominated by an older white man. How, despite the negativity of stereotypes, she could not help but feel aroused by the thought of white men spreading her legs and laying claim to her desperation just as the Americans had forced Japan out of isolation following World War 2. Read more »

[MF] The Professor’s Pet [oral] [buttstuff] [interracial]

The professor snapped his suitcase shut before leaning back in his chair and sighing deeply. It was just past 8 pm. The sun had set, the department was empty, but outside, the campus buzzed with students enjoying their Friday evening.

He was the only professor on the floor; the others had wished him goodnight and left him to finish grading a set of papers about the effects of immigration on gender roles. He was rolling through the papers with ease until one took his breath away.

Jenny Takigami had written about her identity as an Asian woman. It started off scholarly as she argued the merits of sexualization and femininity. Then she trailed off and started writing about her personal needs. How badly she wanted to be dominated by an older white man. How, despite the negativity of stereotypes, she could not help but feel aroused by the thought of white men spreading her legs and laying claim to her desperation just as the Americans had forced Japan out of isolation following World War 2. Read more »