An Asian Girl Recounts How a Bold White Guy Changed Everything
I would still be a virgin if white men weren't so bold.
I was a virgin even after high school. I thought sex was really scary and kinda icky. Maybe it was because I did have two Asian exes and I hated how their small dicks looked. I gave them handjobs and even shut my eyes and gave BJs a couple times on special occasions, but generally I hated it. I liked having a boyfriend but hated whenever they wanted something sexual from me besides kissing — I always liked kissing.
In college it was largely the same. For a time I was beginning to think I was asexual. Everything changed after I had my first BWC.
I met a white guy at a frat party who was clearly hitting on me in the middle of my friend group. That was really brave, so my friends kept pushing me with him. I liked him too, although he wasn't really that fun to talk with or anything — but he was handsome.
Anyways he managed to get me alone — my friends probably helped — and he just kissed me out of the blue. I like kissing, especially handsome guys, so I actually reciprocated a little and he took this as a yes and pulled me into a room. I knew he wanted sex obviously and I really didn't want to. I rarely did sexual stuff for guys I liked and dated; I certainly wasn't gonna do anything for this guy I met a couple hours ago.
But he literally held me and put me in his lap on the bed and refused to let me go. At first I was threatened and actually scared. But he started being funny and actually tickling me and I calmed down even though he kept holding on. He literally did this for maybe a whole thirty minutes — just cuddling me and talking about random stuff and making me laugh.
The door wasn't even locked so a few times others came in and he told them he was holding me hostage and everyone thought it was hilarious and I laughed along even though he really was holding me for real. Eventually I got comfortable and we started making out for real.
I didn't even notice he pulled out his huge BWC until he moved my hand onto it. I almost jumped lol. He told me in a joking tone that he wasn't gonna let me go until I finished him. His BWC was nothing like what I was used to. Touching it felt nice — it was so thick and warm and I could even feel his pulse through it. Eventually I started to really like touching it and told him I wanted to put it in my mouth, so he let me go finally.
The guy was so entitled that halfway through the BJ he just picked me up and started undressing me. This time I didn't even say no. Partly because I knew he wasn't gonna listen anyways and would just keep me with him until I relented, but also because for the first time I was really curious and wanted to know what he would feel like.
I think if it wasn't for him, I might have stayed a virgin until I got married or something.
Stories like this come up all the time in the same spaces where Asian women talk honestly about what finally changed their minds. The pattern is familiar — hesitation, then curiosity, then a first experience with a white guy that feels completely different from anything before.
If you want to see that dynamic play out on screen, check out the videos below.