Bed Time stories

Somaek

After having slept with western men for the past 3 years, I kind of lost taste for Asian men. Let's admit it ladies, size does matter. A few centimeters makes a LOT of difference. So It was a surprise for me when I found myself getting ready to meet this Asian guy. I decided to meet him because he was polite and heck I wanted to see for myself if what I'm seeing in their Dramas are true. Besides, KPOP.

We agreed to meet up in one of the restaurants in some hotel. True enough, he was on time and looked like he had been waiting for me, like what I usually see in their dramas. I didn't exactly liked what I saw at first. He didn't exactly look like a kpop idol nor a halyu star but I he looked decent and harmless so I approached him anyway.

"Hi! Have you been waiting long? " I asked with my girliest smile.
"No problem just 15minutes I already ordered beer. So what would you like?"

So I asked for a beer also. He started to introduce himself and talked about his work. 'He's really decent.' I thought. He asked a bit about me ofcourse but I am more intrigued to hear about his culture. I didn't want to be that obvious so I let him talk about himself until he asked me If  I knew Sandara. "Omg! I love her!" Naturally he asked if I also watched their dramas. "Are you kidding? I might have watched more dramas than you"
It turns out he's also a drama freak so I had to ask him a lot of ridiculous things.

So there we were talking for hours. Here I go again getting worked up with smart men. He asked me if he can hold my hand and I agreed. He told me what we were doing was "skinship".  It's like the first step to being intimate. I got to admit. I got sooooo curious. At first, I liked him to be just a friend or like a drinking buddy So I was surprised when he asked jokingly if I wanted to be come to his room, I said "sure I'll go! next time." I kissed him on the cheek and said good bye.

On the weekend, 2 days after we first met up, he invited me to drink "somek". This time at his hotel room. I was having my period that week so I was sure that nothing was gonna happen. 'He's just a drinking buddy' I repeated as I walked in the lobby.

"Hi!" Said the nerd with the glasses. It took 2 seconds to recognize him. The lobby was dark. He was wearing a nerdy shirt and a cardigan pulled up in his arm. Kinda cute. He's just a drinking buddy.

When we got to his room, he asked if I knew what soumek was. I knew it was some kind of drink. "Not so sure. What's that?" In my most dumb tone. "It's 2 words abbreviated for souju and maekju (beer) hence soumaek." My nerdy ass got excited because of this tiny trivia. We began drinking while he shared more stories about his home. After only 3 sojus and 4 beers, I was getting buzz. "Can we have a time out?" It wasn't just a buzz. I was getting drunk. This somaek was serious. "Sure. If you want I can rub your back". Now ladies, if you're on your right mind, you absolutely know where this leads to. But under the influence, you think "oh yeah, I've got all these knots on my back" then immediately unhook your bra.
We were seated on the sofa, 2 m from the bed. He started massaging my back and telling how stiff it was. "You need to let loose... you're so stressed. I feel like you're not even stretching in the morning". This shocked me. "How can you tell?!"
"Well I kinda had a small lesson on reflexology back home. Almost everybody does" that's got to be the most oriental thing I've ever heard.

We started drinking again. It was about almost midnight. "I better sober up and go" telling him with a drunk smile. I'm not sure what came over me Because next thing I know, I was leaning my head on his back. So, needless to say, I didn't go home that night.

"Do you wanna lie in bed?" I looked up, my vision spinning and just nodded. He helped me to stand up but feeling the alcohol wooshing I my stomach, I dashed for the bed. With my eyes half opened, I saw him finishing some beer went inside the bathroom. I was blacked out. He tried waking me up to remove my jeans. "It's okay I'll just sleep in it". I just couldn't let him see my period panties.

In my sleep, I could feel someone staring at me. I slept on the left side of the bed with back turned at him. So when I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, I got confused. He was standing there watching me, not in sweet manner but a very lustful one.

"What are you doing?" He didn't answer then returned to his side of the bed. I got scared for a minute. I eased up when he hugged me from behind. Then started caressing my head. I moved my body to face him so we started kissing. He wasn't that much of a good kisser. It wasn't bad but I had better. But while we were kissing, he did something that even I didn't expect that would get turned on. He started to choke hold my neck and started to squeeze. In my head 'shit this is it I'm gonna die tonight in this hotel with a stranger' then another voice saying 'harder daddy!'

The latter voice won. I didn't stop him. I felt him hard when I tried to open his pants. Oooooohhh... it's been a while since a saw an Asian dic. I felt my panties getting wet. Shit. I forgot about my period. I have to keep him busy to keep him from going down. Everytime he does so, I pretend to be sleepy or dizzy because of alcohol. Then after trying so many times, he gave up. He gave a sigh of frustration and went to sleep. I felt bad. I knew I wanted it too but timing was a bitch.

We started seeing each other regularly. We would see each other maximum 3 times a week, depending on his itinerary. He lives in a different city, about 2-3 hours drive from where I live. We would go to different hotels and every hotel is a different experience. He opened my eyes to BDSM.

At first it was just light to moderate choking. "Do you like it?" He asks as his dick enters me in missionary.
"Harder baby" Was my reply. The following meet up, he bought a hooker lingerie for me. It was a black lace teddy. More strings, less lace. It was very racy. I even came with a lace blind fold and fingerless gloves.
In other times, he would bring sex toys. A black, wireless 7 inch vibrator and a small egg shaped vibrator with wires attached to a control. Both have adjustable speeds for pleasure.

Sometimes we'll use 1 or both at the same time.  I haven't known orgasm this intense before him. It was unlimited orgasm each time. It would only stop if I tell him to stop or when my legs would close on its own because I couldn't handle the contractions anymore.

I'll never forget this particular weekend, he asked if I would like to have drinks with him in his hotel. "I'll come pick you up on Friday. Bring your stuff because I can't drop you back home the next morning. My hotel is far from the city." I only had 1 day off so i had to bring my work clothes with me if I'm going to stay the night. "I have a surprise for you" he added.

So there's a next level to this, I thought. When he picked me up on Friday night, he looked his usual nerdy self while I wore a short romper with a hot red baby doll lingerie inside. (I picked up these lingerie terms while shopping for several items for him). He could see a bit of what I was wearing so he pointed at it with a dirty smile on his face and asked "oohhh, what's that?"
"I'll show you later".
At he hotel, he opened up his "bag of dirties". It's where all his sex stuff is at. Aside from the usual vibrators. He showed me a lot of new stuff he bought online.

I told him in passing that yeah I do enjoy being choked and a little rough sack session but i didn't know he would go crazy about it.

"G are you ready?" He asked while he was laying each item in bed. He was preparing to explain to me how each stuff works. He was a nerd like that. These are what he brought that night:
1. Rope
2. Vibrator - the usual egg shaped but with electric current
3. Gag ball
4. Neck, hands and legs leather cuffs
5. Small leather paddle
6. Leather whip
7. Lube