Chinese White Stories

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East Meets West Pt. 01 Ch. 04

by OldSarge69 on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

I had told Jiao that even if the Chinese, or the traitor that sold out the location of the safe house, found our hidden valley, it would take at least two, or probably three weeks. It actually took 13 days. We had just finished breakfast one morning when Jiao suddenly jumped up. Her face turned white as snow, and she blurted out, "They're here!" I didn't...

The Garden

by AnonAndAnon on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"When young I was not as others,I loved the mountains, hills and misted rivers. But Oh I was dazzled by visions of powerAnd've only returned in this, my final hour." - Tao Yuan-ming, 365-427 Perfect stillness cloaks the garden. Snow lies white and deep. Snow clings to the rocks on the little island in the pond, snow clings to the railing of the arching foo...

Andy

by brynhild84 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Alighting from a taxi, I breezed through the revolving doors and strode past the Assistant Manager's desk to the elevators. When the doors opened, the dim lighting against the off-white wall led to a reception desk and a giant Chinese landscape painting to my right. "I'd like a massage," I said to the attractive girl behind the desk, who silently motioned m...

Relaxing at the Beach Ch. 03

by likebadfun on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

Taking the day off, on doctor’s orders, Candy, a 40 yr. old real estate agent and vivacious single blonde parked her BMW at the beach intending to enjoy some fun in the sun. Not having had a date in two years, she was a little out of practice. In any case, she knew her luscious 38-34-36 body topped with blonde hair and blue eyes would turn plenty of heads. T...

Mick the Dick Ch. 26

by mysteriousquill on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

I woke up around 6:00 and got my shower before the two girls even woke up. I figured I owed them a nice breakfast. I fixed eggs, bacon, grits, toast, and, of course, coffee. I poured three glasses of orange juice and sat then next to the cups of coffee on the counter. Everything smelled so good, the odor went through the house. I knew they would probably wak...

Cindy's Humble Servant Ch. 06

by humbleservantbeijing on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

At work the next day, Peter couldn't get his thoughts together to focus on his tasks. He kept glancing at Cindy's grayed out name on the internal messenger service. He spent most of the day by the window of his office, staring out, his thoughts winding and weaving, terminating again and again in the same knotted images that he could not push past. Once, he h...

The Beijing Streakers

by AchtungNight on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

The Beijing Streakers, an erotic tale by AchtungNight Celebs: Various Chinese historical figures and Olympic athletes (names are surprise, see below). Codes: exh, voy, MF, FF, threesome, moresome, orgy, oral, anal, incest, interracial, DP. Intro: Ok, here we go again. This story is a follow-up to "Two Cats in Heat" and is also connected to some of my oth...

Life of a Slut Wife and Mum Ch. 06

by dercius on Sep 18, 2017
Loving Wives

Racial Harmony This chapter continues on directly (the next day) from Chapter 05 so please read that one first. I have already told my best friend, Drew over the phone about what I'd witnessed via his web cam hack. My mum had still seemed somewhat upset with my dad that morning as he left for a meeting with the middle eastern businessman's staff in Singapor...

North of the River

by Al_Steiner on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's Note: This is another story that takes place in the timeline of a major world war. It does not pick up where Collateral Damage left off, but is rather another slice of life from the time period I've envisioned and actually takes place earlier than Collateral Damage, during the most desperate portion of the war, when the enemy is driving into the Un...

Mellow Yellow Ch. 25

by miskeivitch on Sep 16, 2017
Mature

Chapter 25: Yellow pussy for breakfast - aged to perfection Melinda, my wife, showered, dressed and ate her breakfast without saying one stinking little word to me. I couldn't decipher anything from her face either. That's how Vietnamese women are. When they're not happy, they clam up instead of pouting or throwing a tantrum the way white women do. I though...