Let me tell you about the foreigners I've dated, including a Polish girl (original content, please do not repost).

Following on from my beautiful neighbor story, let me tell you about my Polish neighbor. Everything I wrote is true; there's no fiction involved, and it's not a repost. Please don't repost it after reading, thank you.
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Because student dorms are very tight here, after Xue moved out, an Italian boy quickly moved in. Days passed, and soon it was Christmas…
Christmas is the biggest holiday in Germany, equivalent to Chinese New Year. Usually, Christmas and New Year's Day holidays are combined. During this long winter break, I found a job at a Chinese restaurant. I went to work at 1 PM every day and didn't get off until 9 or 10 PM. After work, I take a bus home, and by the time I get back to the dorm, it's already 11 PM…
During the Christmas holidays, all my other roommates went home for the holidays, and the whole building suddenly felt much emptier. In our apartment, only the Polish girl and I were left… This
Polish girl isn't as tall as a typical European woman, about 1.65 meters, slightly plump, with a proud bust and a particularly pert bottom, but she definitely has a very European face: big, cow-like eyes, a high, straight nose, and green pupils… If Xue is the slender type… If we're talking about beautiful women from the East, Little Poland is a voluptuous Western beauty…
I used to think that because I wasn't attracted to Europeans, I never imagined I'd have anything to do with foreigners. The biggest reason was probably that I never thought an Asian could conquer a European; I just felt that Asian men and European women weren't a good match, that they couldn't do things like stirring a jar with chopsticks…
Speaking of my neighbor, Little Poland, she's a very beautiful and somewhat voluptuous Polish woman. I hadn't talked to her much before, just casual conversations. I knew she was from Warsaw and a student at the Free University. Besides that, she often brought different men home. If I saw a pair of men's shoes at her door, I knew she'd brought someone back again. Every night, there would be those unrestrained, loud noises that could be heard throughout the entire building…
The Christmas holidays arrived, and Little Poland and I were the only ones left in the apartment building, so we saw and talked more often. As we spent more time together, we became more familiar with each other…
Me: Aren't you going home for Christmas?
Poland: Not this year.
Me: Why not? Warsaw isn't far, it's easy to go back.
Bo: My family went to Spain for vacation…
Me: Oh, why didn't you go? It's warm there…
Bo: I signed up for a management course, it starts right after the holidays, so I didn't go with them…
…
Bo: Aren't you going home for Christmas?
Me: China is too far away, it's not easy to go back, and it costs money. I just found a winter break job. So I won't go back.
Bo: How do Chinese people celebrate Christmas?
Me: In China, only young people celebrate Christmas, and they give apples as a symbol of peace.
Bo: Apples? What a strange gift, so interesting…
Me: Apples sound like "peace" in Chinese, so it represents peace…
Poland: What's China's biggest festival?…
Me: China has the Spring Festival…
So I spent ages explaining the Spring Festival. It's not easy to explain these things to foreigners; they can't understand that the Chinese New Year doesn't fall on the same day every year…
Later, I gradually learned that Little Poland's family wasn't doing well. Her father was an alcoholic who often beat her mother when he was drunk. Her parents divorced, and she lived with her mother. Her mother remarried and had a younger brother, who wasn't very kind to her either. So, she increasingly didn't want to go home. Foreigners are generally more open-minded, which contributed to her open personality…
One morning, I woke up thirsty. The water in the house was all gone, so I took a cup to the kitchen to get some. Passing by Little Poland's room, I saw her door was open. I assumed she was in the bathroom. I didn't think much of it.
Then I pushed open the kitchen door, and just as I opened it a crack, someone inside immediately blocked it, preventing me from opening it further. I heard Little Poland's anxious voice:
Poland: XX, wait a minute, I'm in there.
Me: Oh, you're here too. Let me in, I'm just getting a glass of water.
Po said a little anxiously: Could you wait a minute?
Me: Why? I'm just getting a glass of water, let me in.
Little Po opened a corner of the kitchen door, peeking out her face. She said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm not dressed. I thought no one would be home this morning. I came to the kitchen to get some milk, intending to go back immediately, but you've blocked me in. Could you go back and come back in a minute, okay?"
That's when I realized she wasn't dressed at all and had come out to get something. Haha, I looked down her face and, sure enough, everything in sight was naked, until I saw that deep cleavage, then everything else was obscured…
I chuckled mischievously. Okay, I'll come back in a bit.
Po: Okay, thank you, I'm sorry.
…
I went back to my room and heard her immediately come out of the kitchen, quickly run back to her room, and close the door.
This was an awkward encounter with Little Po. But perhaps Westerners' open-mindedness prevailed, because when I saw her again, she didn't seem embarrassed.
If this was considered normal in the eyes of Europeans, then what happened next certainly wasn't...
I clearly remember it was one evening. Because business at the restaurant wasn't good, the owner closed two hours early, so I got back to my dorm around 9:30 PM.
I usually get back from work between 10:30 and 11 PM.
The moment I opened the apartment door, the scene shocked me; that image was instantly imprinted in my mind...
Opening the door, in the narrow corridor, I saw two naked people, engaged in doggy style. Just as I opened the door, Little Poland and another man looked up at me... Those two swaying breasts were so obvious...
Time froze for two seconds, and I suddenly realized that Little Poland thought I hadn't finished work yet, so she and the other man were playing around in the apartment corridor. She didn't expect me to leave work early.
I smiled sheepishly and said,
"Hey, sorry to bother you."
I left the apartment, closed the door, and went to the apartment across the hall to find Gouzi…
Gouzi: "Why are you back so early today?"
Me: "Well, the restaurant closes early today, so I left work early."
Gouzi: "That's good. Why didn't you go home? What are you doing here?
" Me: "I just got back, and I ran into Little Poland with another man. They were doing something naughty in the hallway.
" Gouzi: "Really? In the hallway? Did you catch them?"
Me: Yeah, just now.
Dog: You saw it all? ...
Me: Yeah...
So, I told Dog what I saw.
Dog: Little Poland is so flirtatious.
Me: Yeah, she changes men every day.
Dog: Why don't you try flirting with her too?
Me: I'm not going, I'm afraid of getting diseases.
Dog: Yeah, you should be careful.
...
I stayed with Dog until 11 pm before I went back to my dorm. The men's shoes were gone, and Little Poland had already gone back to her room.
I went to the kitchen to boil some water to drink, and then I heard Little Poland's door open...
She came to the kitchen, lowered her head, and asked softly:
She: You're back.
Me: Yeah, I came back from my friend's upstairs.
She: I'm sorry, I thought you were going to be late getting off work.
Me: Yeah, I got off work a little early today, I didn't mean to bump into you.
She: It's not your fault, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have been in a public place, in the hallway, I'm sorry.
Me: It's okay, I didn't lose anything, I just watched a live show.
Her face flushed instantly.
She: You, you, you saw it all?
Me: Hehe, no, I didn't see clearly…
She: I'm sorry, I won't do it again…
Me: It's really okay, hehe, can I see a little longer next time? Haha… just kidding.
She: I never thought you Chinese could be so naughty…
…
We talked a lot that night, and from that night on, we seemed to grow much closer. I was still a traditional guy at the time, and I couldn't accept her actions at all, but I could understand her, because our cultures were different from what we were raised in. I respected her thoughts and actions…
From then on, I felt that the way Little Poland looked at me was different; it was filled with a kind of hunger…
But I'm a person of principle. First, I felt her life was too chaotic. Second, I lacked confidence and felt that Asian men shouldn't try to challenge European women. These were the two things that bothered me the most at the time, so much so that for the next few days, despite her repeated attempts to
seduce me, I didn't... Every night I would come home after 11 pm, and Little Poland would play loud music and leave her bedroom door wide open, dancing alone inside. I would pass by her door, say hello, and then go back to wash up and go to sleep...
It was also because I was working really hard during that period, and each time she would play music for a while, and when she saw that I wasn't making any moves, she would turn it off herself...
That day, I came home from work, opened the apartment door, and walked to my room. I found a clothes rack by the door, with two pairs of underwear hanging on it. Or rather, they were just small triangular pieces of fabric with mesh attached to three ropes, they were really tiny... Small thongs, one red, one black… just displayed conspicuously at my door, so blatantly seductive, what could I do…
I'm sorry everyone, I was still so cowardly back then, still did nothing…
I remember it was New Year's Eve, the streets were crowded, lots of people eating, we even set off a lot of fireworks in front of a Chinese restaurant. That night in Germany, the streets were especially dirty, littered with spent fireworks and empty bottles, people were incredibly wild… I
was busy until very late that day, and it was already 1 a.m. when I got back to the dorm. I bumped into Little Poland in the hallway, she must have just come back from partying too. To my surprise, she didn't bring any men home that day…
Me: Hey, did you go out today?
Poland: Yeah, went to the Brandenburg Gate. Where are you? Did you meet up with friends?
Me: No, I just got back from work, there were so many people today…
…
We chatted for a while, then I went to take a shower. After showering, I went back to my room, just about to go to sleep, when I heard a knock on the door…
Poland: XX, who is it?
Me: Not yet.
I opened the door and saw Little Poland standing there.
She was wearing a white sweater that barely covered her bottom, and her legs were bare. Her bright red toenail polish was stimulating my veins…
Poland: Is your internet working now? I'd like to use it.
Me: Oh, it should be. Go ahead and check.
I pointed to my computer.
Poland: I want to send an email, just five minutes.
Me: Okay, go ahead.
Poland: It's New Year's, I wanted to send a greeting to my friends, but unfortunately my internet is down, so I'll use yours, thank you.
…
Two minutes later, she sat in my leather chair, finished sending the email, and started chatting with me.
Me: Didn't you go to the party today? Why are you back so early?
Her: Yeah, I went, it was a bit cold outside, so I came back right after…
Me: Why were you alone today? Didn't see any handsome guys, haha…
Her: I don't just bring back anyone, I only bring back someone I'm satisfied with…
Me: Oh, do you mind asking me a question?
Her: Go ahead.
Me: Have you been with many people?
She: It's alright, a few, but I haven't kept track of how many.
Me: Oh, what kind of men do you usually like? What kind of man would you bring home?
She: I don't have specific requirements, as long as he looks pleasing to the eye and I'm satisfied with him…
Me: Are Europeans all this open?
She: Being able to have different men is a skill in itself. Look at the German woman in our apartment, she's never brought a man home. She's so fat, who would want to be with her?
Me: How old were you when you had your first time?
She: 14.
Me: Huh? 14? That's so young.
She: How old are you Chinese when you have your first
time? Me: I think it's usually after 18.
She: And you? How old were you when you had your first time?
Me: I developed relatively late, I think I was 23.
She: Hmm, it seems like you Chinese are all very shy, and you generally don't like to interact with people from other countries.
Me: Yes, I'm quite traditional, maybe it's a cultural difference.
She: You're very traditional?
Me: Yeah, you see, I don't have any girls around me, and I never bring any girls home...
Her: You don't have any girls around you? What about Xue? I know you two have a relationship...
I blushed a little. Yes, Xue and I did spend three months together.
Me: What
kinds of men have you been with?
Her: Quite a few, many European countries, Americans, Arabs, and even Black men…
Me: Haven’t you been with any Asian men?
Her: I really haven’t been with any Asian men. I think Asian men are really quite insecure, and often they don’t dare to…
I don’t know why, but at that moment, I suddenly felt a surge of anger, a feeling that I had to punish this European woman, not just for myself, but for all Chinese men, even Asian men, all yellow-skinned people…
Me: Then how about trying an Asian man? There’s a Chinese man sitting right across from you…
She looked at me with a smug look, with a contemptuous tone: You? Dare? …
I was completely enraged, pounced on her and pushed her onto the bed… I ripped off her oversized sweater…
That white, bare body and those two particularly large breasts reappeared before me…
…
What followed was a battle, a battle between East and West, a contest between Asia and Europe…
I don’t want to describe too many details here, because I really don’t know how much I’ll describe before it gets censored. I just hope I haven’t violated any class rules and have tried to express the scene as vividly as possible.
It has to be said, European women's figures are truly better than most Asian women's, especially their incredibly perky butts, probably due to their years of exercise...
And so, I conquered a foreigner for the first time...
With each of my assaults, the moans that had echoed through the night were once again clearly emanating from beneath me...
I don't remember how long it lasted, only that I didn't use any techniques, just relentlessly attacked with hatred and conquest...
Suddenly, she turned and pinned me down, squatting on top of me and moving violently...
Her movements were incredibly large. Once, I fell out, and she sat back in. Under her relentless assault, I surrendered…
She lay on top of me, remaining there for a long, long time. Seeing the smile on her lips, I felt as if they had won again. Remembering the humiliation of the Eight-Nation Alliance invasion of China, I thought, at this moment, I was just like back then—it wasn't me who had her, it seemed like she had me…
Thinking of this, a surge of passion welled up again. I couldn't let the Chinese people down; I had to avenge them. So, my weapon was back in action…
She looked at me in surprise: You… it's up again.
Me: Yeah, I'm going to teach you a lesson…
Bo: So fast? So hard…
So, I picked her up and began the second round of attacks…
This was destined to be an earth-shattering battle. From the bed to the chair, from the computer desk to the apartment hallway… in the same spot that day, in the same position, doing the same thing, only now the male protagonist was me…
Me: How was it? Do you remember this place?
Bo: You bastard !
Me: Was it here that day?
Bo: Get lost, you bad guy.
Me: Is this the right position?
Bo: Oh, you damn Chinese, are you trying to embarrass me to death?
Me: You know how to be shy? Huh?
Bo: You bastard, hurry up, hurry up...
From the hallway to the kitchen, the whole apartment was filled with all sorts of our fluids...
Those few days were our craziest time. There was no one else in the whole apartment, and we did naughty things without restraint, again and again...
When things quieted down, she would often grab my... and we would chat together.
Me: How was it? What was it like the first time with an Asian man...?
Bo: Much better than I imagined...
Me: Was there anything different?
Bo: Yeah, it definitely felt different.
Me: Was it that obvious? Aren't all Europeans big?
Bo: Every man is different, even Europeans have different sizes. Yours is definitely a little smaller than the average European, but it's very hard, very hard...
Me: Aren't Europeans hard?
Poland: Theirs aren't as hard as yours, including the black ones. You're the hardest I've ever seen...and you last a long time...but a little short. For example, the first time I was on top, if I moved too much, it would fall out...
Me: Oh, I see.
Her: Yeah, so later I moved less, but it was really comfortable, very good...
...
The war with Little Poland was wild, each time incredibly crazy. The more valiant you were, the more likely you were to win. Each time, she would scream wildly during my frenzied attacks. Every time, towards the end, I could feel her eyes rolling upwards, slowly, I could feel her about to lose consciousness. At that time, her screams were unstoppable by anyone or anything...
From then on, I understood why she could scream so wildly in the middle of the night—it was because at that time she simply couldn't control herself...
The pleasant vacation was short-lived. Slowly, the other roommates returned. I knew she was just one of the ordinary men I knew, and I never intended for her to do anything. My girlfriend, so after everyone came back, we all tacitly kept quiet about what had happened between us…
A few days later, I could still see men's shoes at her door, and I could still hear her moaning in the middle of the night…
But for me, my mood seemed unusually calm. I kept reminding myself that I was just one of her men, as ordinary as could be…
From then on, we lived under the same roof, and every time we saw each other, we would just smile at each other…
Little Polish's figure and technique were absolutely superb, plus she had all sorts of experience, so that holiday, I still remember it clearly, unforgettable…
For European women, it's not actually like the chopsticks stirring a jar that we imagine. When she's excited, she still grips very tightly…
So, here's some advice for all Chinese men: don't be inferior, don't be afraid, if you have the opportunity, just go for it… Whether white or black, it's not a big deal. And white people really have amazing figures, holding a high, upturned butt from behind really gives you a sense of conquest…
So, once you have confidence in yourself, then you'll become more and more confident in everything else, and do better and better…

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