As a white German guy that only recently discovered this subreddit, I wanted to share my WMAF stories with the Asian bois. Feel free to discuss this with one another or with me in the comments.

Anyway, the following is a detailed recollection of my sexual experiences with Asian women.
I hope you enjoy my memories, since I tried my best to do them justice.

1. My first time with an older Japanese girl

When I was 19, I met her in a dark, smoky bar in my hometown. She, was an older Japanese woman, 25 years old, with a smile that was both inviting and mysterious. Her skin was as pale as the moon on a clear night, and her breasts, though not large, were perfectly shaped and firm, as if defying gravity.

The tension between us was palpable, electrifying. She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling, and at that moment I knew that this evening would be unforgettable.

We left the bar hand in hand and got into a bus that took us to her apartment. As we closed the door, the world around me faded away. We kissed passionately, our tongues dancing a wild dance. My hands glided over her silky skin, I felt the warmth radiating from her. I was already rock hard as my penis strained against the confines of my pants.

She led me into the bedroom, where the city lights shimmered through the curtains and bathed our bodies in a soft glow. She slowly pulled her dress over her head and took off her simple black underwear, revealing her flawless body. Her breasts, with pink nipples, stood proudly as if demanding my attention. I couldn't help but touch them, feeling their tenderness as my fingers brushed over their sensitive tips. A soft moan escaped her lips.

She gently pushed me onto the bed, her movements full of grace and experience. She kissed my neck, biting gently as her hands unbuckled my belt. She smiled as she revealed my stiff, throbbing cock and knelt before me, her dark eyes fixating on my member, and then she took it into her mouth with a single, skillful motion.

Her lips were warm and soft, and she knew exactly how to tease me with her tongue. She danced a sensual dance that drove me to the brink of madness. I reached for her head, pressed her gently against myself, wanting more of that indescribable feeling.

After a while of teasing and pleasuring me, she finally lifted herself up, her body over me, and guided my hard cock into her tight, wet slit. She moaned as she took me in, a deep, rough sound that ignited my passion. She moved on top of me, slowly and then faster, her perfect breasts bobbing up and down before my eyes. I felt the tension building in my body, a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"Come inside me," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

I couldn't help but follow her command. At that moment, I was her slave, trapped in a web of lust and passion. I thrust into her while her nails scratched my shoulders, a mix of pain and pleasure. And then, in a moment of pure ecstasy, I wished to pour myself into her depths and fill her with my hot seed. Even though the condom prevented it, the shared climax was an incredible moment of pleasure.

We trembled together as the waves of pleasure washed over us. I lay exhausted on her delicate body, her breathing slow and content. She smiled as she stroked my hair and whispered words of affection in Japanese that I didn't understand, but whose meaning I felt.

That night, we continued to pleasure each other until dawn and even though it was the perfect night. Even though I had covered every part of her body in ropes of my cum, even though I had drank litres of her juices, even though she had creamed on my bar cock. Even though I would never forget this night. I never saw her again.

2. My summer fling with a Filipina girl

The summer when I was 20 brought a new experience, a fleeting romance with a Filipina beauty. She was small and delicate, with flat breasts and a barely noticeable bottom. But what she lacked in physical fullness, she more than made up for with her insatiable sexual desire. The following is a description of one of the many nights of pleasure I shared with her.

My hands explored her small body, her breasts, so flat that they barely fit in my hands. But her sensitivity made her a treasure I wanted to enjoy.

She pulled me over the soft bedsheets, her fingers clawing into my back. She was wild and untamed, her lips and tongue challenging my body. We kissed, and she bit my neck while her hands stroked my cock with a devotion that astonished me every time. I felt overwhelmed by her desire, a desire that pushed me to the limits of my endurance.

She took me into her mouth, and her technique was so skilful that I wondered if she had a natural talent. As she looked upwards, her eyes were filled with a mixture of greed, lust, and desire that is perhaps best described by hearts as pupils. As she sucked and licked, her hands massaging my shaft, she was absorbed and had forgotten everything except that she wanted, loved, and desired this big, fat, white cock above all else. I wanted to taste her, wanted to know what she felt like.

I moved her onto her back, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I penetrated her. She was tight, almost too tight, and I felt her muscles close around me, holding me incredibly firmly.

The sex was unrestrained, a dance of lust accompanied by our moans. We moved together, our bodies merging into one, until I could no longer hold back. I eventually came as her lips were once again wrapped around me, my seed flowed into her mouth, and she swallowed eagerly as if it were the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.

This fleeting affair lasted only one summer, but it burned itself into my memory.

3. My relationship with an Indian girl

My third and perhaps most significant experience was a long-term relationship with an Indian beauty who touched my heart and soul. She was elegant and cultured, with an inner strength that fascinated me. Her dark eyes, deep and mysterious, appeared to look directly into my soul. When she smiled, I felt as if the sun were shining on my face.

Our relationship blossomed rapidly, with an immediate and undeniable connection between us. She was not just a devoted lover, but also a caring partner who took pleasure in pampering me. Her love was evident in every touch, every kiss, and every tender caress.

As she explored every inch of my body with her lips and tongue, it was clear that her attention to detail was unmatched. Each kiss felt like a carefully choreographed dance, each lick a gesture of pure devotion. She took my cock into her mouth and pampered it with a passion that left me breathless.

But it wasn't just her physical affection that set her apart. She embraced our intimacy fully, taking me in without any condoms, guiding me into the warmth and wetness of her eager body. The sensation of being so intimately connected, skin to skin, was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and the pleasure of direct contact between my throbbing cock and her sopping wet insides was incredible.

Our bond deepened with each touch, each shared moment of pleasure. She welcomed me inside her with a hunger that matched my own, savouring our connection as my cum coated her inner walls.
Our sexual connection was intense and fulfilling. She loved feeling me enter her, tasting my seed after it coated her inner walls.

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These three experiences, as different as they were, shaped my preference for Asian women. From the experienced Japanese woman who introduced me to the art of love, to the wild Filipino beauty who challenged my boundaries, and the elegant Indian woman who touched my soul. Each encounter was a chapter in a story of sensuality.