Author: the-jellyfish

This happened about 3 years ago. I was 21 and just got my first full-time job out of university. This was a time in my life where there was a lot of drinking and partying because, hey, I can afford it now.

One horny night, I was invited out by a guy I had matched with on Tinder. We’ll call him Antoine.

Antoine is a 32-year-old mixed-race (Canadian/Jamaican) purser based in my city. We had matched for probably more than a month by that time, exchanged texts occasionally and we must have tried to set up a meeting at least twice but due to his being in-and-out of the city, it just never happened. So while I thought he was super cute and hot in his pictures and videos, I simply lost interest.

It was Monday evening. I had just gotten home from work and was almost ready to get into my jammies when I got a text: “I’m in the city, hanging out with some friend in A Jamaican Bar at Some Hotel. Wanna join us?” It was late. I was tired. I was supposed to have work early the next morning but the irresponsible, horny part of my brain thought, “you know what? Fuck it. Let’s meet this guy.” Read more »

This happened about 3 years ago. I was 21 and just got my first full-time job out of university. This was a time in my life where there was a lot of drinking and partying because, hey, I can afford it now.

One horny night, I was invited out by a guy I had matched with on Tinder. We’ll call him Antoine.

Antoine is a 32-year-old mixed-race (Canadian/Jamaican) purser based in my city. We had matched for probably more than a month by that time, exchanged texts occasionally and we must have tried to set up a meeting at least twice but due to his being in-and-out of the city, it just never happened. So while I thought he was super cute and hot in his pictures and videos, I simply lost interest.

It was Monday evening. I had just gotten home from work and was almost ready to get into my jammies when I got a text: “I’m in the city, hanging out with some friend in A Jamaican Bar at Some Hotel. Wanna join us?” It was late. I was tired. I was supposed to have work early the next morning but the irresponsible, horny part of my brain thought, “you know what? Fuck it. Let’s meet this guy.” Read more »

I can’t remember when my attraction to black guys started. As an Asian girl, I come from a traditional family that frowned upon any kind of interracial relationship, even more so the concept of pre-marital sex.

But I wasn’t traditional and definitely not conservative. Growing up I was the person in both my immediate and extended family who had the most liberal views and even though I lost my virginity probably later than most girls (17 years old), I knew I wasn’t going to wait for marriage. Of course, this is unthinkable for my family.

I attended university in an Asian country, away from my hometown, away from my family… So it was definitely an opportunity I took to explore. I went to a big university and we had a lot of student athletes who are mixed race or are international students. I guess seeing them on campus piqued my curiosity.

One horny night, I was swiping on Tinder when this cute black guy showed up on my feed… His main photo was of him during a basketball game and it turned out he was a student athlete. At the time, I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to hook up with a black guy, let alone if I was ready for it. I’ve only ever had sex with Asian guys before — I don’t think I have ever taken anything larger than 4″. Read more »