My Favorite Bang - Sex Stories

My Favorite Bang

... of their woman being so sex crazed that she needs more than one man to satisfy her. They don’t worry that they’re missing out. They feel like they’re giving their girl a treat to fuck other guys. It makes them proud.” “You have some strange explanations for people’s behavior, man.” He finished his beer and smiled at me. “But I can tell it’s got the wheels churning in your little head. You’re thinking about going through with this, aren’t you? Ha ha! Come on, let’s get out of here.” We went out into the street, where night had fallen, and the lights of the nightclubs up the street were beginning to infect the air. Cars struggled to move at a decent pace among the mobs of well-dressed guys and beautiful women wearing skin-tight dresses that barely covered their hips. The women here certainly like to show off their legs. And every one of them—not most of them— every one of them was thin and had flawless skin. Mark put his arm around me as we observed the scenery. “Look, Tim, there’s something you need to remember about being here. See all these guys walking by us? Their dick is much smaller than yours.” I laughed. “I’m serious! I went to a bathhouse in this country already, and I saw a lot of Korean men naked in there. I don’t like to stereotype a lot, but this one is rather true. On average, white guys have bigger dicks. And see all these gorgeous women walking by us? They are all curious about what that’s like. They all want to hook up with a white guy at least once in ...

... their life, or even a black guy if they’re brave enough. Why don’t you fulfill that fantasy for this chick you’ve met?” I felt a sense of power washing over me, one so primal that I felt a bit embarrassed to be thinking this way, but it made me feel enabled, maybe even a bit obligated, to walk up to any of these gorgeous women walking by me, and introduce myself. My curiosity and optimism about dating in this country had been fully revived, thanks to Mark’s sleazy mind. --- Minjoo and I began chatting on Facebook regularly, and with the help of Google Translate, we could finally communicate in complete sentences. She was able to write in Korean, and I responded in English. The translations weren’t perfectly accurate; they usually came back as fragmented sentences, or with terrible grammar, but I could figure out what she meant. And I didn’t feel anxiety when talking with her anymore, whether online or at the PC bang, which I wasn’t frequenting quite so often anymore. Instead, I spoke to her with a bit of aggression and urgency. She asked me why I didn’t show up at the PC bang much anymore and told me she missed me. I immediately responded with “Well, let’s meet up sometime, have an English lesson.” Judging by the emoticons and explanation marks she dropped in the chat, she seemed to like the idea quite a bit. I also asked her about her “open relationship” status on Facebook. Minjoo : Yes. It is open ;) Tim: Why? Minjoo: My boyfriend lives in Incheon. He’s very far from me. That ...