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This is my boyfriend; isn't he cute? I mean, could you die? I've been talking about Asian boys forever, ever since I started growing tits. I grew up in San Francisco, see, and I think that's where it all started. My sister and I used to hang out in Chinatown as soon as we were old enough to go by ourselves, and we used to just hang out and watch them. We watched the girls too - God, we were so jealous! They were so beautiful, with that long black hair and those beautiful, mysterious-looking eyes. Do you think that's racist, me talking like that? I don't think so. Neither does James. That's his name, James Kim. He thinks I'm funny, when I start getting worried about that stuff. He puts his arms around me and kind of rubs his nose against the back of my neck - that always drives me crazy - and says "Don't worry Ôbout it." Just that, nothing more. And then I stop worrying, because all I'm thinking about is his body. It's so warm; he always feels like he's got a little fever going. And he smells so good - not like perfume or cologne or spices - just like warm, suntanned skin. And believe me, that's enough. His arms around me...you don't know. To have somebody who's so perfect, who looks like all your daydreams come to life - it's incredible. We've been dating about three months. I'm torn on the one hand between wanting to take him out and show him off to all my friends, and wanting to keep him locked in my room on the other. Especially when he holds me that way. First I feel all warm and cuddly. Then when I smell him that way, I get a little tingle in my pussy. Just a little, at first, like there's a little bell ringing in there; isn't that silly? But it itches. I can't ignore it. It makes me kind of shift back and forth, rubbing my ass against him in a way that would look real nasty if I did it in public. That itch just keeps getting worse. Pretty soon I'm rubbing my back against his chest like a kitten, and he pushes his face in my blonde, blonde hair and rubs his face in it. He loves my hair; I wonder sometimes if he grew up wanting blonde girls the way I wanted Asian boys. He makes me strip sometimes so he can just rub his nose in my pussy, smelling it, getting those nice gold curls all over his lips. Pretty soon he gets his mouth down to the nape of my neck and starts kissing me. I moan and go, "Oh, James." We both laugh at that, because it sounds so silly, but also so sexy. And let me tell you, my little yellow pussy is sounding a five-alarm fire right about then. I have to touch myself then. I don't unzip my pants just yet; I just make my fingers real stiff - like five little cocks - and kind of knead at my clit. That's so good, right then, my boy touching me and me touching myself. Now I'm the one who has a little fever going; I imagine he can smell me the way I can smell him; except my smell would have a little faint salty undercurrent; the ocean-smell of my pussy swelling up for him. I know he can smell it, even through my pants. I'm making little noises now; nothing like words, just mmmm and ooooo and multi-syllabled gaspings and whimpers that sound like something from a foreign language. I want him to teach me Korean sometime, but he says he never learned very much of it. I think that would be so hot, though, to be able to tell him I love him in Korean. He's hard too, now. I can feel his cock through his pants, all fat and stiff. I think about it while I prod my clit, how it looks, the way it kind of angles to one side, the little drop of clear stuff it gets on the tip when he really, really wants me. I think about how sensitive it is, how wonderfully full of nerves it is, the perfect toy for a bad little white girl like me. I've told him I want to tie him up sometime, so his cock-toy sticks straight up for me to play with. He hasn't let me yet, but it's only a matter of time. I know he thinks about it, fantasizes about it. When he's not with me, I know he jerks off thinking about me taking his cock that way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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