Lately I've been working on young college students. I find that in my line of work I visit campuses enough that I can meet up with girls interested in getting into working with our firm as interns (I work for a company that does sports management of all kinds). I've also been fascinated by half-Asian, half-white girls recently. There's something about the way they look, the slightly hidden Oriental features, combined with the familiar look of white girls, so that what was plain before is now exotic.
I've also found that it's easier to seduce a half-Asian girl because they tend to be less prudish than some Asian girls, who take awhile to work on until they'll sleep with you. It's worth the work, mind you, but along with the slutty Asian girls that abound, it's always nice to get a few that are a challenge but still don't take too much effort.
Recently, I met a student who was half-Chinese and half-white. She was incredibly beautiful, as you can see from her photo. She blended the best of being white with the exotic allure of being Oriental. Her breasts were full but perfect for her slim body. Her eyes had the rounded shape of a Asian beauty, but alloyed with the sexiness of a horny, white girl. The first few times I went out with her, I could hardly contain myself, but I knew that coming on too strong early was the wrong way to approach her. I needed to build trust, and when she was comfortable with me, then she would open up to me like the delicate flower she was.
One day I asked her to meet me for coffee. She had a boyfriend, but I knew that like all young boys who don't know any better, he didn't treat her with the requisite amount of respect that a beautiful young woman needed. I also knew that her boyfriend was Asian, and that like all Asian girls, even half-Asians, she would have a curiosity about what it was like to be with a white guy.
I planned the morning down to the smallest detail. Take her to a local coffee shop, talk to her about her intellectual interests. Work our conversation to relationships and her plans for the future, and convince her that she needed to experience the wider world more. By the late afternoon we were having drinks as we continued our conversation, intimate now in the ways that it engaged with her deepest fears and concerns. After a long walk talking, we stood watching the sunset and I held her from behind, as if it were perfectly natural following the intimacy of our conversation, and immediately addressed any discomfort she felt by whispering that it felt so right holding her.
As she melted back into my arms, I began kissing her ears from behind, nibbling her lobes and tracing with my lips and breath the contours of her neck. As her head lolled backwards I could feel her relaxing. My hands roamed across her breasts, pinching her nipples as I began to feel her chest heave with excitement. Pulling her head back by the hair, I kissed her and covered her lips and mouth with forceful kisses. She was mine now. I walked her back to the car, making sure to constantly caress and touch her, pausing every few steps to kiss her deeply. In the car, I went slowly, kissing her for long minutes, kneading her breasts and stroking her thighs.
