I am not a writer, there will probably be grammar issues.
If you want great description and deep backgrounds, This is probably not it.
Themes of raceplay, wmaf, ntr, taboo
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My name is Leonard Chan and I have an obsession for WMAF, and for those who don't know, because at some point in my life I also did not know, WMAF stands for White Male, Asian Female. And now I know all too well about WMAF.
It started a while back when I was in college. I was 21 living with two of my cousins/friends. I was scrolling through some porn blogs, and just happened upon a certain post. It was a video of a petite Asian girl saying "Asian girls belong to White men. Big white cocks are better than tiny asian dicks."
I continued down this rabbit hole and before I knew it, I was brainwashed. My mind was filled with Asian girls and White guys. Whether at work or school, seeing an Asian girl talking with a White guy, my mind immediately thought he was fucking her with his Big White Cock.
Seeing an Asian girl with an asian guy, I felt sorry for the girl. She could have been with a White guy and enjoy the pleasures her asian boyfriend could not give. I would feel sorry for the asian guy, knowing he could not please his girlfriend the way a White man could. I would think she was cheating on him. How could she not, knowing there were Big White Cocks ready penetrate her desirable pussy.
During the day, I was on my phone constantly checking out new WMAF content, hoping no one could see my phone screen as Asian girls are sucking off BWCs and taking White cocks deep in their tight holes. My nights were hours of endless White men pleasing our women.
Even though all these shameful thoughts crossed my mind, I did well to hide the fact that I was addicted to WMAF. I was confident for the most part. Normal in every sense to the outside world. And if my secret came out, I would be mortified by the shame of it all.
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One Friday, me and my roommates were chilling at our apartment. We had no plans, just playing video games, and that would be how most weekend nights went. But then something came up.
My sister Cindy, and her friends decided to throw a spontaneous party for her 20th birthday. My cousins both really wanted to go, knowing my sister had cute friends. I was reluctant, but decided WMAF porn nights needed a break, and I had to keep up appearances and go out every now and then.
We went to grab some alcohol and got back to our place to get a buzz going before heading out to the party. We talked about the girls we would be getting at. But they were all talk. Every time we go out, we just stand in the corner and drink and talk amongst ourselves, and small talk with familiar faces.
But there we were, the big talks from David and Jimmy. "If this girl is there I will... blah blah blah." It gets annoying sometimes their cockiness when it's just us, but when it really matters, they end up doing nothing. By the end of the night they will be exaggerating how close he was to getting laid.
We had a buzz going, a bottle in hand, and walking over to my sister's birthday party. As we approached, we could hear music blasting from outside. Some people outside smoking, playing drinking games, and hanging out. We made our way inside, disco lights in the dark living room, and everyone dancing.
We wandered through the crowded dance floor for a while, until we spotted Cindy in the kitchen.
My sister, Cindy, was a knockout, something I only noticed after my exposure to WMAF. She still had some chubby to her, but nothing that made her look fat, standing at 5' foot 5", in fact, it made her body look erotic, curvy and sexy. She had bigger than average breasts which bounced with her movements. Her ass was something to awe at, round and firm with some jiggle to it. Anything she wore, which were generally tight on her, made her look cute but with a hint of sluttiness.
Today Cindy wore white jeans shorts, they barely covered her full butt letting some extra meat slip out every now and then. She would constantly pull them back down to hold in her ass, often showing off the rising black string thong along her waist. She wore a tight thin strapped black top. Her tits held firmly up with what I imagined was a push up bra. She had her make up all done, her hair wavy and dyed with blond streaks, and a "Happy Birthday" crown on her head.
We made our way to the kitchen, I told her happy birthday, and she flashed a warm familial smile and thanked me, pointed out where the alcohol was and to help myself.