I have had sex with foreigners twice.

Three years ago, I went on a solo trip to the south of France, staying in a small hostel by the beach. The day before I was to return, I wanted to finish taking photos of the remaining film, so I took my camera and went to the beach to find some angles.

It was Sunday, and the beach was crowded with tourists. Suddenly, I noticed a foreigner walking towards me, staring at me. After we passed each other, he turned back a short while later.

He struck up a conversation, and I only responded casually. However, when he mentioned he was a tour guide, I became interested in his topic. We started talking about the countries we had visited, and the more we talked, the more engrossed we became. He then suggested we go to a small shop by the beach for coffee.

At dusk, in the beachside coffee shop, we chatted more and more congenially. I learned he was a tour guide, and that today was a break between two tours; he would be leading a new group the next day.

After coffee, he suggested we go for a drive. I hesitated for a moment, but then agreed.

His car was nice, and he even played jazz, which was really relaxing. The road was lined with coastline, but not as beautiful as the northeast coast of Taiwan.

We drove to a beach where we could watch the sunset, and there were only the two of us on that stretch of beach. I took out my camera, aimed at the sunset, and prepared to take a picture. He looked at me with a strange expression, then hugged me and tried to kiss me. I pulled away because I thought of my boyfriend.

Later, he asked me to sit with him on the beach. He sat behind me and massaged me. Seeing that I was more relaxed, he breathed into my ear. I knew what he wanted to do, but because I'd never been with a foreigner before, I still felt a bit resistant (although, actually, I was somewhat aroused).

I said, "I should go back."

He said, "Okay, I'll take you back."

In the car, we weren't as talkative as before. I suddenly wanted to play with his ears, and he let me play with them while driving, his neck…

He said, "You can keep playing, don't stop."

Halfway down the road, he stopped the car, leaned down and kissed me. This time I didn't dodge. His hands moved down, caressing my breasts, while his other hand continued down, rubbing between my legs. His caressing technique was excellent, especially the stimulation between my legs, like an electric shock. Several times I almost couldn't take it anymore and asked him to stop.

He suggested going to his hotel room, but I refused because I still retained a sliver of rationality. I thought of my boyfriend, and how reluctant we were to part at the airport when he saw me off.

He had no choice but to continue teasing me in the car. Then he pulled my hand to his penis, and oh my god! It was so hard, and... so big and thick!!

I only knew that foreigners had big penises before, but actually... it was much bigger than I imagined, about the size of a folded palm!

I said, "Yours is too big, it will hurt me."

He continued driving, intending to take me back to my hotel.

When we arrived at my hotel, he said he would accompany me upstairs, and I didn't refuse because he said he wanted to exchange contact information with me, but he didn't have any paper or pen on him. He followed me into the room, started kissing me again, and then lay down on the bed, caressing me. He said, "Don't worry, just touch, no more." He promised me that neither of us would take off our underwear.

I believed him.

His caresses were very skillful, and I was completely immersed in them. Through two layers of underwear, he pressed his hard penis against my genitals. Even through the underwear, I could feel his thick, hard penis, and it even hurt a little, so I held firm to my last line of defense.

I said, "Yours is too big, it will hurt me."

Before he started kissing me, he carefully turned off the lights and then turned on the bedside lamp.

His caresses felt good, and he even inserted his fingers into my vagina. For a while, I was so numb that I lost consciousness, and I didn't even notice when he took off my underwear.

He also took off his underwear, rubbed against my vaginal opening for a while, and then slowly inserted himself. At this point, my vaginal opening was just continuously numb, and I didn't even feel him inserting himself until he began to penetrate deeply. Only then did I realize that our genitals were already intercourse, and his hard penis was thrusting in and out of me.

I said, "You're lying. You said you wouldn't take off your underwear."

He said, "Yes, I lied."

While he was caressing me, my vagina was already very wet, so when he penetrated me, it didn't hurt too much. However, I still couldn't imagine that my vagina could accommodate such a large penis.

When he was about to ejaculate, he asked me, "Where do you want me to ejaculate? On your face?"

"No!"

He ended up ejaculating on my back.

Lying in bed, we started talking. He said he had a girlfriend in France, but they weren't planning to get married yet. I stroked his forehead; he was as quiet as a child.

I told him that for the past week, lying in this bed, I had been fantasizing about having sex with someone else, and then, that fantasy came true. He smiled.

While he was showering, I was washing my face naked at the sink. When he came out, he saw my naked body, hugged me from behind, and couldn't resist grabbing my buttocks, saying, "Your buttocks are so cute."

Then, he held me, and I clung to him like a little bird.

He carried me to the bed and began caressing me again. This time, his caresses were less intense before he began to penetrate me.

When he entered me from behind in a doggy-style position, I couldn't help but cry out because it was really deep. I thought my roommates next door could probably hear me!

We tried many positions. I was on top of him, but I had never tried this before, so I really didn't know how to move. He simply pressed me down, put my legs on his shoulders, and penetrated me deeply.

I forget when I fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next morning, I packed my bags and rushed to catch the early flight back to Taiwan.

My experience having sex with a foreigner (Part Two)

My second experience was in Taiwan.

How I met Michael: Once, I was in a buffet restaurant when he saw me eating alone and asked if I could eat with him. I said, "Why not?"

At first, nothing special happened; it was just the usual conversation between Taiwanese and foreigners: "Where do you live?", "Why did you come to Taiwan?"...

Honestly, the first thing that attracted me was his appearance; he was tall and handsome.

He was from New Zealand and came to Taiwan to make money.

After dinner, he asked if I wanted to go to his apartment, saying it wasn't far from here.

I knew what was going to happen, but I went anyway because I'd broken up with my boyfriend over two years ago, and I needed a man.

His apartment was small because he said he planned to move to Hong Kong in two months, so this was temporary accommodation.

We lay on his sofa watching TV for about twenty minutes. Then he asked me to sit in front of him so he could give me a massage. After only five minutes, he started getting inappropriate, breathing into my ear, kissing my nipples… hugging me from behind, and caressing my breasts.

I cooperated, rubbing my hands against his thighs. He turned me around, and our lips met.

The kiss was passionate. He pressed down on me, his massive body making me appear even smaller in his arms. He slipped his hand inside my shirt, caressing my breasts. Before taking off my shirt, he asked, "Is it okay?"

I nodded. In truth, I had lost the ability to think.

He sucked on my nipple, it hurt a little, and I cried out in pain before he moved on.

He slipped his hand inside my skirt, touching my genitals through my underwear. The pressure was a bit strong, as if he wanted to insert his fingers into my vagina through my underwear, but it felt really good.

He took off his shirt himself, still asking, "Is it okay?" I nodded again.

He pressed down on me again, his penis against my lower abdomen. I reached out and touched it; it was already quite large, comparable to the Frenchman's last time. However, this time, I wasn't so afraid. Instead, I was happy to encounter such a large penis again.

He was on top of me, and I helped him take off his trousers, but because he was still kissing me and wriggling, it wasn't easy. Once his trousers were off, his penis was almost jumping out of his thin underwear.

He helped me take off my underwear, and now I was completely naked in front of him.

He pressed down on me, and my legs could only be spread wide, accommodating his body between them. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and we were tightly joined.

He pressed his penis against my vaginal opening, rubbing it up and down, letting me feel his hard penis. As he moved up and down, I took the opportunity to pull down his underwear, only to discover that his penis was much larger than the Frenchman's.

"Oh~ your dick is too big, it will hurt me."

"No, it won't. You will like it."

He licked down my neck, shoulders, chest, and lower abdomen, and when he started licking my vulva, I cried out! He licked it, then put his fingers inside, thrusting in and out. Because I hadn't had a penis inside me in so long, even inserting his fingers hurt.

He kissed me while penetrating my vulva, and when I was already very wet, he lifted his penis to insert it. At this point, I was really looking forward to his penetration, and even at the entrance, I felt a lot of pain and cried out. He said he hadn't gone in yet.

He sealed my mouth with his to prevent me from crying out. He continued to thrust deeper, and the pain became unbearable. I pushed him away, and he stopped, gently pushing in and pulling out again until the pain subsided. Once the pain subsided, he began thrusting forcefully again.

I tried this several times, but it still hurt a lot. I changed positions several times. He made me sit on top of him, letting me wrap my vagina around his penis, controlling the speed and depth myself. I couldn't sit down completely because it would go in too deep; I could only sit suspended on him, and only when my vaginal opening slowly widened could I barely sit down.

Lying on top of him, feeling his thick, hard penis inside me, I finally felt the pain subside and rested against his chest. But he wasn't satisfied. He lifted his buttocks and thrust even deeper. I couldn't bear it, and tears streamed down my face. However, I liked this painful feeling. I started to writhe on top of him, letting waves of pain assault me, yet I screamed in agony.

My Experiences Having Sex with a Foreigner (Part 3)

It had been a while since we'd seen each other; we were just friends. We communicated by phone, and on nights when my desire was burning, I would call him and we'd make love over the phone.

One time, I needed his help with a trade document, so I arranged to meet him at his apartment.

At first, we were seriously discussing business, but later, I sensed that Michael was a little distracted, and the atmosphere became a bit strange. I tried hard to continue the discussion, but after our previous passionate encounter, it was difficult to concentrate.

He said, "Wanna kiss?"

I put down the document, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, straddled his waist, pulled up my short skirt, and sat astride his lap. We kissed.

He lifted my skirt, trying to put his hand inside my underwear. I refused because I was on my period. He said it was okay, he and his girlfriend had done it before, and all they needed was a towel underneath. I was still reluctant; having menstrual blood while having sex was unsettling.

He continued kissing me, pushing me down onto the bed. He took off his pants first, then pressed his penis against my vulva, rubbing it up and down. Damn! He knew I couldn't resist this kind of stimulation.

As I reveled in the stimulation, he started trying to persuade me to take off my underwear. After a struggle, a real internal conflict, and finally, unable to resist his teasing, I agreed to try. Perhaps

because he had widened my vulva last time, it didn't hurt as much when he entered this time.

He went straight in, all the way in. When he penetrated all the way in, it felt like he was passing through a very narrow hole, and at the very end, there was a very comfortable feeling. Wave after wave... each full penetration was a wave of comfort.

Unfortunately, this time he didn't last long before ejaculating.

After making love, we were both naked and started talking about the "business" we had just had.

Compared to his absent-mindedness earlier, he was now very focused on helping me with the documents, while I, still not finished, was still playing on top of him.

After he finished helping me with the documents, I went home. Three years ago, I went on a solo trip to the south of France and stayed in a small youth hostel by the beach. The day before I was to return, I wanted to finish taking photos of the remaining film, so I took my camera and went to the beach to take pictures.

Because it was Sunday, there were many tourists on the beach, people coming and going. Suddenly, I noticed a foreigner walking towards me, staring at me. After we passed each other, he turned back a short while later.

He struck up a conversation with me, and I only responded with a few words here and there. However, when he mentioned he was a tour guide, I started to take a liking to his topic. We chatted about the countries we had each visited, and the more we talked, the more interested we became. He then suggested we go to a small shop by the beach for coffee.

At dusk, in the beachside coffee shop, we hit it off even more. I learned he was a tour guide; today was a break between two tours, and he was leading a new group tomorrow.

After coffee, he suggested we go for a drive. I hesitated for a moment, but then agreed.

His car was quite nice, and he even played jazz, which was very relaxing. The road was along the coast, but it wasn't as beautiful as the northeastern coast of Taiwan.

We drove to a beach where we could watch the sunset, and there were only the two of us on that stretch of beach. I picked up my camera, aimed at the sunset, and prepared to take a picture. He looked at me with a strange expression, then hugged me and tried to kiss me. I pulled away because I thought of my boyfriend.

Later, he asked me to sit with him on the beach. He sat behind me and massaged me. Seeing that I was more relaxed, he breathed into my ear. I knew what he wanted, but because I had never been with a foreigner before, I still felt a sense of repulsion (although, actually, I was a little aroused).

I said, "I should go back."

He said, "Okay, I'll take you back."

In the car, we didn't talk as much as before. I suddenly wanted to play with his ears. He drove while letting me play with his ears, neck…

He said, "You can keep playing, don't stop."

Halfway down the road, he stopped the car, leaned over and kissed me. This time I didn't dodge. His hands moved down, caressing my breasts, while his other hand continued down, rubbing between my legs. His caressing technique was excellent, especially the stimulation between my legs, like an electric shock. Several times I almost couldn't take it anymore and begged him to stop.

He suggested going to his hotel room, but I refused because I still retained a sliver of rationality. I thought of my boyfriend, and how reluctant we were to part at the airport when he saw me off.

He had no choice but to continue teasing me in the car. Later, he pulled my hand to his penis. Oh my god! It was so hard, and... so big and thick!!

I only knew that foreigners had big penises before, but actually... it really was much bigger than I imagined, about the size of a folded palm!

I said, "Yours is too big, it will hurt me."

He still drove on, intending to take me back to my hotel.

When we arrived at my hotel, he said he would accompany me upstairs. I didn't refuse because he said he wanted to exchange contact information with me, but he didn't have any paper or pen on him. He followed me into the room, started kissing me again, and then lay down on the bed, caressing me. He said, "Don't worry, just touch, no more." He promised me that neither of us would take off our underwear.

I believed him.

His caresses were very skillful, and I was completely immersed in them. Through two layers of underwear, he pressed his hard penis against my genitals. Even through the underwear, I could feel his thick, hard penis, and it even hurt a little, so I held firm to my last line of defense.

I said, "Yours is too big, it will hurt me."

Before he started kissing me, he carefully turned off the lights and then turned on the bedside lamp.

His caresses felt wonderful, and he even inserted his fingers into my vagina. For a while, I was so numb I lost consciousness; I didn't even notice when he took off my underwear.

He also took off his underwear, rubbed his penis against my opening for a while, and then slowly inserted it. At this point, my vagina was just continuously numb, and I didn't even feel him inserting it until he began to penetrate deeply. Only then did I realize that our genitals were already joined, and his hard penis was thrusting in and out of me.

I said, "You're lying. You said you wouldn't take off your underwear."

He said, "Yes, I lied."

While he was caressing me, my vagina was already very wet, so when he penetrated me, it didn't hurt too much. However, I still couldn't imagine that my vagina could accommodate such a large penis.

When he was about to ejaculate, he asked me, "Where do you want me to ejaculate? On your face?"

"No!"

He ended up ejaculating on my back.

Lying in bed, we started talking. He said he had a girlfriend in France, but they weren't planning to get married yet. I stroked his forehead; he was as quiet as a child.

I told him that for the past week, lying in this bed, I had been fantasizing about having sex with someone else, and then, that fantasy came true. He smiled.

While he was showering, I was washing my face naked at the sink. When he came out, he saw my naked body, hugged me from behind, and couldn't resist grabbing my buttocks, saying, "Your buttocks are so cute."

Then, he held me, and I clung to him like a little bird.

He carried me to the bed and began caressing me again. This time, his caresses were less intense before he began to penetrate me.

When he entered me from behind in a doggy-style position, I couldn't help but cry out because it was really deep. I thought my roommates next door could probably hear me!

We tried many positions. I was on top of him, but I had never tried this before, so I really didn't know how to move. He simply pressed me down, put my legs on his shoulders, and penetrated me deeply.

I forget when I fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next morning, I packed my bags and rushed to catch the early flight back to Taiwan.

My experience having sex with a foreigner (Part Two)

My second experience was in Taiwan.

How I met Michael: Once, I was in a buffet restaurant when he saw me eating alone and asked if I could eat with him. I said, "Why not?"

At first, nothing special happened; it was just the usual conversation between Taiwanese and foreigners: "Where do you live?", "Why did you come to Taiwan?"...

Honestly, the first thing that attracted me was his appearance; he was tall and handsome.

He was from New Zealand and came to Taiwan to make money.

After dinner, he asked if I wanted to go to his apartment, saying it wasn't far from here.

I knew what was going to happen, but I went anyway because I'd broken up with my boyfriend over two years ago, and I needed a man.

His apartment was small because he said he planned to move to Hong Kong in two months, so this was temporary accommodation.

We lay on his sofa watching TV for about twenty minutes. Then he asked me to sit in front of him so he could give me a massage. After only five minutes, he started getting inappropriate, breathing into my ear, kissing my nipples… then hugging me from behind and caressing my breasts.

I cooperated, rubbing my hands against his thighs. He turned me around, and our lips met.

The kiss was passionate; he pressed down on me, his massive body making me appear even smaller in his arms. He slipped his hand inside my shirt and caressed my breasts. Before taking off my shirt, he asked, "Is it okay?"

I nodded. In truth, I had lost all ability to think.

He sucked on my nipple, it hurt a little, and I cried out in pain before he moved on.

He slipped his hand under my skirt, touching my genitals through my underwear, with a bit too much pressure, as if he wanted to insert his fingers into my vagina through the fabric, but it felt really good.

He took off his shirt himself, still asking, "Is it okay?" I nodded again.

He pressed down on me, his penis against my lower abdomen. I reached down and touched his penis; it was already very hard, about the same size as the Frenchman's last time. But this time, I wasn't so afraid; instead, I was happy to encounter such a large penis again.

He was on top of me, and I helped him take off his trousers, but because he was still kissing me and wriggling, it wasn't easy. Once his trousers were off, his penis was practically jumping out of his thin underwear.

He helped me take off my underwear, and now I was completely naked in front of him.

He pressed me down, my legs spread wide to accommodate his body, my legs wrapped around his waist, we were tightly joined.

He pressed his penis against my entrance, rubbing it up and down, letting me feel his hardness. As he moved up and down, I took off his underwear, only then realizing that his penis was much larger than a Frenchman's.

"Oh~ your dick is too big, it will hurt me."

"No, it won't. You will like it."

He licked down my neck, shoulders, chest, and lower abdomen, and when he started licking my vulva, I cried out! He licked for a while, then put his fingers inside, thrusting in and out. Because I hadn't had a penis inside me in so long, even inserting his fingers hurt.

He kissed me while penetrating me, and when I was already very wet, he lifted his penis to insert it into my vulva. At this point, I was really looking forward to his penetration, but as soon as it reached the entrance, I felt a lot of pain and cried out. He said he hadn't gone in yet.

He sealed my mouth with his to prevent me from crying out. He continued to insert, and I couldn't bear the pain, so I pushed him away. He stopped, gently pushing in and then pulling out, and only then did I feel less pain. When the pain subsided, he started thrusting forcefully again.

I tried this several times, but it still hurt a lot. I changed positions several times. He had me sit on top of him and use my vagina to envelop his penis, controlling the speed and depth myself. I couldn't sit down completely because it would penetrate too deeply, so I could only sit suspended on him. I could only manage to sit down when my vaginal opening slowly widened.

Lying on top of him, feeling his thick, hard penis inside me, I finally felt the pain subside and rested against his chest. At this point, he wasn't satisfied and lifted his buttocks up, penetrating even deeper. I couldn't bear it, and tears streamed down my face. However, I liked this feeling of pain. I started to writhe on top of him, letting waves of pain assault me, but I couldn't bear it and screamed.

Experiences of having sex with a foreigner (Part 3)

I hadn't seen him for a while; we were just maintaining a normal friendship. We always communicated by phone. On nights when my desire was burning, I would call him and we would make love over the phone.

Once, I needed his help with a trade document, so I arranged to meet him at his apartment.

At first, we were seriously discussing business, but later, I sensed Michael was becoming distracted, and the atmosphere became a little strange. I tried hard to continue the discussion, but after our previous passionate encounter, it was difficult to concentrate.

He said, "Wanna kiss?"

I put down the document, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, straddled his waist, pulled up my short skirt, and sat on his lap. We kissed.

He lifted my skirt, trying to put his hand inside my underwear, but I refused because I was menstruating. He said it was okay, he and his girlfriend had done it before, and all they needed was a towel underneath. I was still very resistant; having menstrual blood while having sex was a very unsettling experience.

He continued kissing me, pushing me down onto the bed. He took off his pants first, then pressed his penis against my vulva, rubbing it up and down. Damn! He knew I couldn't resist this kind of stimulation.

As I reveled in this stimulation, he started trying to persuade me to take off my underwear. After a struggle, a real internal battle, and finally, unable to resist his teasing, I agreed to try.

Perhaps because he had widened my vulva last time, it didn't hurt as much when he entered this time.

He went straight in, thrusting all the way in. When he reached the bottom, it felt like he was passing through a very narrow passage, and there was a very comfortable feeling at the very end. Wave after wave… each deep thrust was a wave of pleasure.

Unfortunately, this time he didn't last long before ejaculating.

After making love, we were both naked and continued talking about the "business" we had just been doing.

Compared to his earlier absent-mindedness, he was now very focused on helping me with the documents, while I, still not quite done playing, was still on top of him.

After he finished helping me with the documents, I went home.

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