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on: June 02, 2018, 07:18:59 PM
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Note, this is written by a character in another story:  http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=63586.0

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[Maiden Taiwan
By Kinsey Brooks

"Bye Jian!"

She shook her head, and drove off smiling.  I can't get it right, it's not like Jane, Jean, or Jen, but all 3 at once.  I don't think I hold my mouth right, and no matter how slow she enunciates it for me, but I haven't been working for her that long.

Then, Cheng came out, with the ski-mask thing he made out of some bicycle shorts with a knot on top, and a hole cut for his eyes.  "Ninja!"  He said, and held up the ruler.

I was just going to kick the soccer ball around the yard, but he ran back down the hall, so I put it up.  He's 8, and Taiwanese.  Not Japanese, I think that's China, but between Japan, and the Philipines if you look on the map.

He came to stay with his Aunt, and learn English at school here, which makes sense, since she's taking that in College.  They speak it in Taiwan, and she's going to be an English teacher, but his hands aren't big enough to hold the wide metal meter stick.  It's like a yardstick, only a little longer, metal, and I can pretend it's like a sword.

So anyway, I turned off cartoons, and figured the neighborhood boys would be over to play Ninjas with him.  They don't know the difference between Japanese, and a Chinese Island, they just like to play Ninja, and he's got oriental eyes to peer out the spandex mask.

"Jite!"

"Huh?"  He held it up.  "What the f'.  Uh, heck is that?"

"Jite, Jite!"

It looks like, I don't know, a piece of a robot?  I certainly didn't recognize it as anything, just this weird shape of blue plastic, with mechanical stuff in it, like ball bearings, and this thing sticking off the side like a twig.  

Or a piece of bright blue coral?  "What's it for?"  The plastic is squishy, but see through, I thought it would be hard.  So the ball bearings can rotate in it, but then I found an on-off switch on the bottom.  I had to guess, the arrows went both ways, but I can't read the pictures to tell which is which, and there's a button on the side.  

I was trying to see if it had batteries in it, when it sprang into life, and the ball bearings started to spin, but it turned 3 clicks, and the button started rolling up and down.

"Uh!"  I dropped it.  "Oh, god!"

"Jite!"

He held up a card, a magic card, and it turned out to be spelled Jitte.



"Uh, you better put that back, where you found it."

"Pho polee.  Weow weaw!"  He ran around, waving it around, making siren noises, until I caught him, and took it away.  

"Where did you get this?"

"Awn Jian."  Easy for him to say.  He can't get the T in Aunt, but Jian is no problem.  He showed me in her room.

The box was open, right there, and sure enough, there was a sticker on the flap that said [Made in Taiwan.]

"Well, we can't play with it."  You know where it's been?  Because I do, and I didn't know they had such fancy robot vibrators, anywhere, but I guess being so close to Japan.  You know, I've seen cartoons, they don't show on Saturday mornings, so maybe it's for Squid porn, or something.

I don't know, it's just weird, and mechanical, and organic feeling, and kind of alive when it turned on, and started squirming around in my hand.

"Huh!"  Thank goodness his friends showed up to go out and play in the yard with the ruler, and all the plastic swords, and stuff.  Viking helmet, and football pads.  One even had a big plastic Captain America shield, I think.  I don't know, don't really like comic books much more than Soccer, and Ninjas, but I think that's the one with the red white, and blue shield, stars across the top.

Easy to remember, but I keep thinking about that, thing, and looking away from the window.  At the hall, and.  "Huh!"  It's just so weird, but I finished making his snack, and washed my hands for no reason.  They just felt dirty, even though I didn't get any peanut butter on my hands, and he likes cheese on one, and bananas on the other half.  

Don't ask me why, but after touching that thing, and realizing what it was.  Much less where it's been, I should have washed my hands before I started handling food.  He'd put in his mouth when he got worn out, but she probably washed it before she put it up, right?
 It didn't stink like you'd think it should, but you just kinda have to wonder, what's that all about?

That flat rubbery tip kinda shaped like a tongue, moving slowly round and round, while the ball bearings spun the other way, and the weird thing inside I thought was a switch, before it came alive, and started rolling up, and down, but I can figure out where that twig is supposed to go.

"Cheng!"  I held open the door, before I went, and did something stupid.  "Come in, and eat your lunch!"

"Oh!"  They lowered their weapons.

"Your friends can come back in an hour or two, okay?"

They didn't, they went off to play war or something somewhere else, all afternoon.

I didn't think about it, but after he finished the rest of his milk, and belched.  Rubbing his belly, he wiped his mouth, and went right back to his room.  To take a nap, he didn't even ask for a story, and he was out like a light.

"Huh!"   :roll:  'fuck it.'  Under my breath.

I was going to wonder until it drove me nuts, and I just had to know.  I bet you can't even get them like this, here.  In the states, but it's not like I spend much time in Adult Novelty Shops.

Well, it says Magazines, Videos, and Novelties on the sign, under Adult.  I know what that means, but when she gets off work, and pays me for the week, I might as well go see what they do have in stock.

But first, I just have to figure this thing out.]

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Reply #1 on: June 02, 2018, 09:24:23 PM
Naomi is a smart girl, but she needs money to go back to school.  I have no money for children, nor time for man, but my sister's husband.  He sends money for his son to learn English.  American English, and it is good for me, when I return to my man.

Speaking to her is like talking to the deaf.  Only I read her eyes, instead of lips.  Speaking English, and writing English.  These are 2 different things.  I have a teacher in school, he show me how to hold my mouth, but these hard sounds, the T, and S.  Th, and Sh, in the middle of words, or on the end, and how they stress them.

She shows me in her eyes, and eyebrows when she understands, and when I must say again, only harder.  The t as a T, and the inflection.  This is hard for her, and is hard for me.  I learned to sing the end of important words, and not many American tourists to practice.  Here, they say the hard sounds, Hard.  At the beginning, THis, and THat.  Not thiS or thaT?

She is a good girl, and would make a good mother, I think, for a good man.  I did not think she saved up for going back to school.  For a career instead of husband, family, and children.  Then I find what she hides, when I come in.  Before this, I was afraid, when I come home to find my.  机器人  Jīqìrén, how do you say?  I do not know, this is.  In English, we do not talk about such things in formal class.  Joy machine.  Hand robot.  Substitute for my fiancee.  This word is French, but on loan word to English.  I am engaged, but I miss him.  It is expensive for him to visit.

Vibrator for those that do that, but this is the same function, to fill the same need, mechanically.  I have this, I brought with me, as a present, from my Fiancee.  I do not remember the inflection on this French word.  No matter, this is a misunderstanding.  I find it, under Cheng's bed, with the card for it.  He think it is a weapon, he tell me this is, in Japan.  His card game friends tell him this is a weapon for police to block a sword in Japan.  He got into everything, so I get out the step for my shoes, and sandals.  To put it up on the shelf in my closet, and that is it.

Then, I come home early.  I get finished in class early because professor hurry to get out, he had something to do.  He did not say, but after a long week, and before I go to work in between weeks.  I come back, and she was still on the couch.  

"Oh!"  

She cover up her lap with her skirt, and I go in kitchen with dinner.  I bring for all of us to eat together.  Our little tradition, but I see that she have a chord, and remote, into her underwear.  

She went to the bathroom, with her hand bag, and I straighten up the couch.  She left it in disarray, then change, and wash hands, before she go to get up Cheng for dinner.  I see she put it under the cushions, and the pages fold open.  Fold it up, and put it under her rucksack?  

This is the loan word from Germany, but not like in Germany.  We went to see the Alps, and this is the backpack, not like the Sherpas in Himalayas, but like the book bags for the school girls.  She got her diploma, but bring it for other things.

"That's right, wash your hands."

[East Meets West.]  

They are naked, and I do not mean to pry, it is just not for my nephew to see, and the cover is bent from being pushed into the sofa to hide.  I see that they are naked, and they are girls.  Occidental girl with Oriental girl, and implements of pleasure.  Vibrators, and this is the one that it was folded open to.  I think it is the one she looked at but they all are this in common:

Oriental girl, and occidental girl.  All, I put this back, and we sit down for dinner, because she and Cheng are done washing up.  I have heard of this, all over.  The islands, the mainland, here, and in Europe.  Especially the Japan islands, they have books and cartoons.  

Many many things, and this is not one of the stranger ones.  I just do not know any like this, girl who loves women, and I do know one thing.  She looks at this, here in my home with?  I have to imagine something electric in her underpants, under her shirt.  Looking at oriental, and occidental girl with girl.

Just saying, the implication is obvious.  Just not something we talk about over dinner, even with out Cheng who is far too young to hear about this.  Bless his heart, he find my Jīqìrén, and think it is a iron baton for Edo police to stop a Samarai Sword.  A Jitte.  Luck would have it he did not show it to his friends in neighborhood.

"You all right, Jian?"

"Yes, it is spicy.  Very good."

"What's that?"

"Jian.  Ji-an.  You are learning.  Very much better, every Time."

"Thank you.  Can I try that?"

"It is Xechuan.  Very very spicy."  Pick out the pepper top, and scrape the seeds from some beef, pick up with carrot, and vegetal sticks to dip in sauce in corner for her to bite.  She get up for milk.  

They do not have Taiwan style, they have Thai, and Chinese, but mainland.  The Xechuan is very good, but very very spicy.

"Mh!"  She held up her hand under, then take a drink of milk.  "It's not too bad."  She knows this.  The milk, or cream, or butter, or in Thibet Dri-chai.  For Texas, it is milk.  They have the Hellapeño peppers.  They are spicy, but not much flavor.

I will think of a time, to speak with her on this.  I have not done, with girl, and girl.  I have not known, but she is looking at it, with Cheng asleep for nap.  This is okay, but she look at not just girl, and girl with toy, but Oriental girl with Occidental girl, and toys.

Also, I wonder what she had in her pants, but this is not the time, or place.  

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Reply #2 on: June 02, 2018, 10:24:31 PM
It's not like I planned it.  For one thing, I'm not a lesbian, and for another, who knows if they have such a thing in Taiwan?  I mean, I guess there's gay people everywhere, but after a week or 2, after I got my rabbit/rocket hybrid.  

It turns out they don't have the exact same thing, but I tried it once, and didn't go looking for it again.  Who knows where Cheng got it from in the first place, but I had the Japanese, guy's name I forget.  The card with the Jitte on it, and I hope he didn't get in trouble, but instead of telling her "He showed me this, and I didn't know where to put it back," I just left it where she could find them together, and talk to him about it.

That part worked, but put me down for Bi-curious.  Oh yeah, and the rotating action, with the little egg vibrator, bunny ears, and gummy-bear paws?  Yeah, let's just say I don't need a man any more.  I also got these Tiawan Panties with a pocket for a vibrator in front, and those are great for hands free stimulation at work while I look at pornos, but she says Oriental, and Occidental.

Sort of, the way she pronounces it is more like "Oxy-dental" like a bleaching toothpaste, or mouthwash, I imagine.  I'm not even going to attempt to pronounce how she says "Xechuan beef."  When she orders it, but I got to the point that I can't stand Panda Express, or Mama Fus any more, because she showed me the place where they don't speak English.  The little grandma ladies has to go get one of the Mexican cooks so I can order in Spanish, but the Hot and Sour soup is unlike anything else I ever had.  

Very hot, very sour, black as oil, and it comes with a small white rice, because you need it.  I like spicy food, but this is spicy with 5 more flavors you have to wait to kick in with every bite, once the heat cools down.  Okay?  Out here, they've only got 5 flavors.  In Japan they call it Umami, and I'm not going to try the Chinese, or Taiwanese words for flavor #6.

It's that good.  I'll eat it in summer, and take a shower to wash all the sweat off, then go buzz myself to orgasm after orgasm with it still tingling in my mouth.  If I could fuck a bowl of soup, I would have figured out how to by now, it's liquid sex, I tells you.  Can't tell you the name of the place, I don't even know what alphabet it's in.  Don't try to order it anywhere else, it's more like egg-drop soup with a bunch of crap in it.

So anyway.  She came home one afternoon, it was Friday, and as usual Cheng crashed out right off the bus.  I don't even have to help him with his homework, because of the language barrier, so I just wore the plastic panties, and pulled out the motor to go get him off the bus.

Tucked him in, and settled down with Kitty.  I think that's her name, she's got to be at least 30, she looks like she's 11, she's got jewelry in the clitoris skin, and she's very very creative.  I think she's Korean, or somewhere around the south east peninsula, I don't know.  They all call her Kitty, she's bisexual, she does everything, and if you go through the whole catalog, she's been doing it for at least 10, 15 years?

I don't know, and I don't care, but I finally found this one with a girl that looks like me, I don't even know her name, because I ignore it, and think about it saying Naomi instead.

Here's the deal:  Jian doesn't look anything like Kitty, at all.  She's just the most famous oriental porn star I know about, I'm going to just guess it's because she looks 12, and she does everything.  Men, women, girls (At least 18, but act younger) Kogal outfits, locker room coach fantasy with some blond chick, toys, candy with Amai Liu, probably tentacon, and Futanari if you dig deep enough.  I wouldn't put it past her.

Jian is tall, or rather I'm short, but long arms, and legs.  Doesn't shave anything I've seen, but she's Chinese, so she doesn't come out looking like a Yeti.  She also calls mountain climbing "Hiking."  She's been "Hiking" in Nepal, Thibet, the Swiss/Bavarian Alps, Andes, and Rockies.  I think she's covered every continent except for Antarctica, and Australia, no wait.  I think she's hiked New Zealand too, if I remember right.

She can also kick around a soccer ball like a hacky sack, and she likes me to play Goalie, which she pluralizes, and uses like a verb.  Uh, conjugates?  INS, she's the English major, but asks if I mind "Goalying," and dusts me every time.  It's hot, and sweaty, utterly humiliating, and so worth it to see her in her soccer dress.

Okay, it's not a chearleader uniform, or a schoolgirl dress.  (Which in Singapore, where she also went to school, is worn under a sweater, with a tie for some reason) but more like a tennis dress?

I don't know, but in anything else, you wouldn't think to look at her that her skinny legs are full of more muscle than you could pack into a gymnast's whole body.  Make that a male gymnast.  Just the legs, the rest of her is just as skinny as Kitty, except for not nearly as dark, and much prettier.

I think, anyway.  If she's not completely flat, I can't tell, but I've got more than enough strapped in for both of us, and the same mental trick I used to put the name Naomi in the picture captions, I cut and past Jian's face right over Kitty's.

Then, I heard her pull up, and held on.  "Ngyrh!"  Not even close, but I turned the motor off and caught my breath before she opened the door, and came in with dinner.

"Oh!"  She's home, like an hour early, and I ran off like a chickenshit to pull out the vibe, and stuff it in my purse.  Then, I got Cheng up, and ready for dinner.  I thought about leaving the magazine for her to find later, but by the time I excused myself, and got my spare underwear out of the pencil pocket, she'd already fixed the couch, and moved the dirty mag back to my bookbag.

"Huh!"  Awkward.  I was so ashamed of myself, my plastic panties were stale with old sex stink, and I just took a cat bath, then got the fuck out of there.

Not really my plan.  I want to talk to her about it, but I'm such a chickenshit, all I can think about is all the ways she can say no.  Or completely not understand, what i'm talking about, or worst case scenario be disgusted, and never want to see me again.

So, I packed up, and bailed out, I even forgot to let her pay me for the week.  Then, I got home, and my room-mate said she got a call from, "Chinese Jen."

"Jian."

"Whatever, anyway it's on the board."

[Forgot your pay, call me back when you get in.]

"Huh!"  I waited for her to call me back instead.  "You got any smokes?"  

"Out on the porch."  On the table next to the ash tray, I had to go back in for some matches, but my hands were shaking something fierce!
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Reply #3 on: June 02, 2018, 11:27:02 PM
"Hello?"

"Is Naomi in ples.  PleaSe."

"This China Jane?"

"Yes it is."

"Naomi!  It's your boss!"

I thing she is ashamed, she did not call back, and I have her money right here, but as she left, she looked of fear.

"Yeah?"

"Hello, yes.  I have some time off, coming.  I take it, but there is no mountain to hike in for the weekend, here.  So, I ask of you to help me with."

"Yes?"

"It is a hard word, shw.  Swim sute.  Schvimming."

"Swimsuits?"

"Yes this, and you know of any good beach.  Close so we can drive down to-moror.  Mirror,"

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Yes yes.  This is, we don't have in Taiwan.  The Sidney, Aus.  Asst."

"Australians?"

"Aussies.  Sorry, so like Austria, they wore the Bikins?"

"Bikinis?"

"Huh!"    :roll:  "Snh, huh!"

"Take your time."

"They pay me at work.  For my vacacion.  Vaca."

"Paid vacation."

"I pay you too.  Come with me, where do you like?  On the coast."

"Galveston's closer, but it's a shithole.  Corpus Christy."

"Okay, I can never say tha'T."

"Padre Island?"

"Padre I-lan'D.  Hold up, I look up.  I get this map, it is near Huson.  Hugh stone."

"No, that's Galveston, look down the coast, halfway to Brown's ville."

"Oh yes, Corpu."

"Yeah, off the coast of Corpus Christi."

"It is spell D.  Wis an I.  Yes, now where do you go for the bikinis?"  Much easier than Swimsuit, to say.

"I don't know, the mall?"

"Aun Jian?"

"Hi Cheng!"

"AunT Naomi says hi!  Cheng.  WhaT iS iT?"  It helps him learn to enunciate.

'niao;'

"Ca'yu bacK."

"Wet the bed?"

"Gobye."  Hang up.

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Reply #4 on: June 03, 2018, 12:18:30 AM
She picked me up first thing in the morning, but I asked to borrow the van.

"WhaT is this?"  She's learning, from Immersion.  That's that they called it, in the homework i helped her with.  She writes beautifully, but she has to Speak English, properly to teach it.  So, she's challenging herself, and we talk all the way down.

"I figured it's roomier than the car."  Little Korean hatchback, I think it's a Hydai, but I can't tell.  "They use it for deliveries, but I need a little help with this seat."

I showed her, it's supposed to go on the side, but there's these tracks in the back, and the middle so we can mount it all the way back.  "See?  It's got a built in child safety seat if you unfold it like this."

"Very clever.  It, It'S."  She hissed.  "Japanese?"

"I don't know, probably.  How much stuff?"  She loaded up the back, and the seat down on one side for a enormous umbrealla.  "So, uh.  What do you wear to swim in back home?"

"Oh, just shorts, and shirts, or skirts.  We have swimsusoose."  She shook her head, "I have been prectiseen, but I will get it.  Very very hard."

"To swim in?"

"It is white cotton, if we want to swim?"  She shrugged, "Some take it off, or underwear, but we mosly just walk in shors.  Shorts."

"Or skirts, got it."

"The touris, they brling.  Do you have it on?"

"My swimsuit?"  My face burned like I just dank a bowl of hot and sour, and it was just BAM.  Right away.  "Uh, yeah.  It's up front."  I nodded.  Trying not to think about every single picture, and video I could find in my collection of Kitty with tan lines, which is a lot.  Because as far as I can tell, she sunbathes in a triangle bikini.  "It's a 1 piece."

"Oh, how much are thees.  At the mall?"

"Actually, I checked the paper, and there's a 2 for one sale at Target.  For spring break."

"It is?"

"Not any more, I don't think.  It's on all month, but I think most of the colleges already did it."

Good thing too, because Padre, and South Padre are like Fort Lauderdale for most of Texas.  Especially with all the bullshit with Mexico lately.

Back at her car.  "I have to as`Kew."  She shook her head.  "Ah, about the."  Stuttering, and she doesn't stutter.  Ever, sometimes she corrects herself, for practice, but I could tell. She was really struggling.  Finally, she had to bury herself in the trunk, where the umbrella was before, and talk to the window.  

She giggled, "The magazines.  Where did you get them?"  She covered her mouth, and mumbled something, In Chinese.  I don't even know, it was muffled.

"Uh, you mean.  East Meets West?  Magazines like that?"  She giggled again, nodding, and she had her hair braided up.

"Ha, hehn!  Hihim!  Sor.  Sory.  Sorry.  Is jus.  T!"

"It's funny?"

"Where do you get them?  Do you have to or'er them, or.  Do they send them to you?"

"No, well.  I guess I could get a subscription.  They have those mail in cards some of them, but I just go to the store, and buy them."

"Whish store, is it?"

"The Adult Arcade, out by the loop.  I'll show you, it's a little out of the way, and the selection isn't great but."  Look back, "You want me to watch Cheng while you go in, and look around?"

"Yes, please."  She pulled out a rope, that turned out to be attached to a cooler.  "Help me with this."

She got over her giggles, anyway.

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Reply #5 on: June 03, 2018, 01:00:14 AM
How do I describe her?  For a story in English, shortly?  She is short, but very wide in the hips.  I see this even as she normally dresses, but that is in loose tops, and long skirts, or shorts when it's hot.  As it has been, it is just June, and the weekend, but i think how to see her better, and I remember the other people at the beaches.

We have money, especially my sister's family, she marry in, and her husband's brother.  he is in marketing, but he was doing this testing for R&D.  They make the Vibrators for the Mainland, Japan, Sydney, and west coast market, but this was a prototype.

He give me, so as not to be with any men, when I am gone.  Cheng is my sister's son, and his brother's son, I think they sent me as much to keep me honest, not that I was ever that sort of girl.  When I was younger, and hearing something is not seeing it for myself, but it was target first, or the Adult Arcade.

You hear this, and think the video games.  I was not one for as a child, and as adult, Cheng does like these, the Double Dragons is his favorite, but he is very comfortable in the Japanese oragami seat.  Out like a light.

"You are not a.  Lez. Beyan?"

"Lesbian?  Ha, no.  Sorry, bi curious maybe but.  Huh!"  She watched the mirror, out on the highway.  "I uh.  You know the thing.  I saw it in Cheng's room, and I kinda have to wonder about you letting him play with it, but i thought it was just some wierd toy, until i saw something like that.  A the sex store."

I covered my mouth until I could stop giggling, and scrubbed the blood out of my face.  "Huh!"  Shake my head.  "He didn't know, what it was, but.  I think, I know what you're talking about."

"Is it a vibrator?"  More giggles, and I had to look away from the mirror.  "Hihn heh!  Whew!  We don't talk about these things, in my family, but my.  My man."

"Your husband?"

"Oh."  I took my ring off.  "We're not married, I just can't say it.  It's a French word."

"Fiancee?"

"Yes, very hard.  We are engage, but his family, they made it.  Special.  Custom?  It is a prototype."

"For you?"

"Oh no, for tes.  Test.  Ting.  It's tes'markeT"  Very hard, but this is practice.  Not just to see her in bikinis.  "That is what he does, marketing.  He give me it to test, but it is without the vibrator."

"Why?"

"Well, I wrote on the ser'vey.  Survey, the viberations?  They are distractions, but the cervis.  Cervish.  Owntuanhenton, pah!"

"Services?"

"No, this.  Inside you.  In your."  Now I'm giggling again.

"Cervix?"  Just wave her on to continue.  "Cervical?"  Shake my finger, and watch the road blur bye.

"Yes, the robot tongue, to lick around, and round that."

"Ahaha!  Really?"

I nodded.  "Yes.  That's what it is.  The word for it is Robot tongue.  In japanese, i forget which it is.  The words.  It's a number in my language."

"That's really fu.  Uh, sh."

Cheng woke up.

"I'm just going to drop you off, and make a lap around the exits."

"Why?"

"It's for adults, and he's 8 years old?  Hey, Cheng?"

"Yeah aun Naomi?"

"You hungry?"

"YEAH!"

"Let's go get some food, yeah?"

"Yay!  Yeah!  Chicken swips."

"Strips."

"Tlew.  Stlwr."

"We'll work on it.  See you in, about 20 minutes?"

"Yes, okay."

I am glad I brought it.  I am also amazed how many things, and books, and movies, and pictures of things they have.

"Can I see some ID?"

"Oh."  Get out my wallet.  "Sor sorl.  WOW!  Is.  IS there, some way to guide.  I can look up where."  My mouth just stopped working, so I let it hang open, and just spun around.  Laughing, until my arms spun in the air like a helicopter.

"Ahahah!  Okay, honey.  Calm down, your first time?"

"It's like a warehouse of sex!"

"Yeah, huh.  We don't have a guide, or anything, so what can I help you find?"

"Girl and girl, East Meets West?"

"Yeah, we have some of those.  Anything else?"

"Are you bisexual, or a lez."  It's hard.

"Let me stop you right there.  Uh, how do you say it.  Ji, Anne?"

"Jian."

"It doesn't matter what I am, we're not going to be having any sex, just let me help you find what you need."

"I don not know.  What is it, that a bisexual Amrican, will like."

"Is it for a friend?"

"I hope for more."

"Okay, well.  You're obviously new to all this, so East Meets West might not be the best one for you?"

"Why not?"

"It's what we lesbians like to call a Male Gaze Rag, it's not really for women, it's for men that like to watch little girls play lesbo.  Only white, and Asian."

"Oh, I'm not Asian, I'm Oriental."

"What she difference?"

"Asia is the continent, I'm from the islands, but that whole area is.  Never mind, I don't have much time."

For once, I hope Cheng is his usual difficult self.  He just took a nap, and he slept all night, I hope they have a playground she takes hours to get him out of, but I will be back.  Now that I know what this place is.

"Why do they call this Adult Arcade?"

"You can watch movies in back.  You probably don't want to sit down back there.  Your husband know you're here?"

"Oh."  I took his ring off, but there is still a pale ring there.  "I am not married.  Yet."

I don't think I even want to go back.  This place is unbelievable!



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Reply #6 on: June 03, 2018, 12:41:50 PM
All through, brunch?  I don't know, I've been to breakfast at their house, and it's not like breakfast to me.  I guess a chicken, and fries basket is brunch, if they even have brunch, but what is it about her?

I mean other than finding that weird gizmo that's somehow a combination of a robot, and some undersea creature.  Maybe it's the blue?  It makes me think of something submarine, but of course also the wet place it's designed to go.

It's gay, but what exactly is causing my feelings for her?  I can't put my finger on it.  Yeah, of course she's beautiful, and a great mom, or aunt.  Why am I even thinking about having kids with her, when that's a biological impossibility one, and B: she's engaged.

I'm jealous, and it makes sense that she'd love a man, who cares enough about her sexual needs to provide her with something to satisfy them while she's away, but I don't want a man like that.

I want her, and it bugs me.  I know plenty of beautiful women, and girls, that never had any effect on me before.  Now I'm thinking about her being pregnant, and I feel full.  Too much soda, and I feel fat, sitting back, and feeling my tummy until I burp.

Cheng laughs, but having these feelings just confuse me, and drive me nuts, because I just can't explain them.  They don't make sense, but even her stilted English.  How she struggles to say out loud what she writes so well, and her perfect hand writing.

I almost wish I brought her note, anything she wrote for me, just to hold it, and know she wrote it for me.  I miss her, terribly, after 5 minutes, when she's just across the street, or rather the highway, and here I am daydreaming about her in a fucking Dairy Queen.

Her giggles.  Okay, that I can point to, as soon as she started giggling uncontrollably, whenever she was trying to say anything sexual, now I can say that's when I fell in love.  With her, it was so cute, and sweet, and it's not even about her body.

All though, that weird bottom heavy.  "Huh!"  There has to be a more flattering way to put it.  You'd think that lopsided.  No, that's even worse.  Her legs, all right?  They're downright powerful, and she can run like the wind.  

I know plenty of oriental women, and girls throughout my life, but how lucky did I have to get, for her to come here.  Meet me, and show even the slightest incling of interest in me?  Is it fate, destiny that brought us together?

Yeah, it was a babysitting agency, not a matchmaking service, and there was something there.  From the very beginning, even her difficult name "Jian."  I wanted to get it right, to impress her probably because she's an English teacher in training, and she's going to be such a good teacher.  

She tries so hard, and honestly, her English is so good, if she didn't streSS it so hard to make it better, and get it perfect, when she's obviously not OCD about anything.  Her little apartment is messy, or clean at random, but maybe she is a perfectionist when it comes to language.

And exotic, and mysterious, and her language is beautiful and cryptic, just look at the letters, and how there's little trees, or houses in it.  I don't know, it's probably been long enough, for her to find something she likes, but I don't even miss her now.  That was a random silly feeling to begin with, I'm relieved that she's right there, and all I have to do is strap Cheng in, leaning around the seat under the back door.

She has a bag, of course. A rather big one, like a paper envelope for a magazine so nobody knows what a pervert you are.  As if people just hang out in that parking lot, at this hour.

"How was it?"

"Amazing!  I had no idea there was such a place, anywhere, and here I have been missing out for so long."

I looked back, in the mirror, but Cheng is just looking out the window, and she probably doesn't want to whip it out right here at the traffic light.  Even though the closest cars are going bye up on the highway.

"Thank you."  She took my hand, off the armrest, and just held it.  Gave it a squeeze, "For showing me these things, I never dreamed existed."

"You're welcome."  I don't know whether to scream, or pull over, and take her in my arms.  The light changed, so I stepped on the gas, and pulled onto the onramp instead.  Intensely aware of Chen just looking around.  Wide awake, the silence, and how hard her hand felt in mine.  

Her long slim fingers, and her thumb, starting to rub the back of my hand.  "I decided I want to stay, here in America, with you.  I don't love Xinhao, I love you."

"You do?"

"I had to say that."  She let go, and I wiped my hand on the arm rest.  "You don't, but I had thought, I would love him.  He is a good man, and my family."  She shook her head.  "They won't understand, but it's my life, and I want to live it, wis you."

"I accept.  Huh, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you too."  But our hands started getting clammy together, so it's better we let go.  Plenty of time for that later, but I smelled my hand, just to see if it smelled different with her sweat, and my sweat, mixed together.

"Huh!  I just don't know."  She liked back, and Cheng is still wide awake.  Just watching a truck go by in the passing lane.  "I don't know hao to have sex, with another woman."

"Me neither." she didn't even giggle.  She smiled when I said it, but I have to tear my eyes away from her face, and watch the highway.

"So, where is sis Target?"

"Oh,"  Blink, "We're going the wrong way, but.  I guess we can stop someplace else.  There's plentya other Targets, I'm sure they all have the same deal, but.  It's a beach, they have plenty of places to buy you a swimsuit."

"I very much want to see you in a bikini."

"Mh?"  My face heated up, and now I feel like giggling.  It's not a funny thing to say, and she said it so serious.  "Me too.  I really want to see you in one too.  Can you hold my hand some more?"

"Yes, I love to."

"Hehn!"  That feels so much better.  "I don't suppose Cheng is going to sleep much on the way."  he looked up at his name.  Then back down at us holding hands, and smiled.

"Aun Naomi?"

"Yes Cheng?"

"Are you Aun Jian's girlfrein."

"Yes Cheng."

"Okay."  He nodded, and that made me feel better too.  He just looked out the window again, to watch the cars.  She squeezed my hand, and smiled when I looked over.  

"I want to kiss you so much right now."

She giggled a little, and covered her mouth.

Asian women, gotta love it when they do that for you, but what more is there to say?
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Reply #7 on: June 05, 2018, 07:36:30 PM
This is part of a grander story, or stories fictionalizing the sexploits of a singular character.  Basically all the clusterfucks towed in the wake as she passive-aggressively teases people with a 10 foot dildo.  (Disguised by analogy.)

So, this isn't so much a continuation on, but a rewrite of a relationship she has in college:

http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=63586.msg510557#msg510557

I'm probably going to have to start an index thread/table of contents to keep track of it all, but I make a character for every site I post on (At least.)  @RavishU it was Virginia Victoria Liggett.  (And various aliases, most notably "Machina.")

On Rapestories (No longer a viable link) it was "Amanda Hunt" and on ASSTR.org they were BASIATES.

Here, she's "Kinsey Brooks."  (And various other aliases.)