Would you say after having sex with you, those japanese women can no longer can no longer go back to smaller cocks and only crave big white cocks?
They are of course always free to go back to their boyfriends’ and husbands’ smaller Japanese cocks, and some eventually do, but I think the question you’re really asking is whether they can ever be sexually satisfied again. I have only my own anecdotal evidence to base my conclusions on, but I’d say that in general, a big foreign cock leaves enough of an impression that many Japanese girls end up dating foreign guys almost exclusively afterwards. A number of girls I once dated are now happily married with little halfie kids or have long since moved overseas to find a foreign husband. Whether this is because of my direct influence, or whether they had hooked up with me because they already had a preference for white guys could be debated. However, in the cases where I was their first experience with a western cock, I feel like I’m at last owed a little bit of credit. There are three particular personal incidents that stand out in my mind that I think support my hypothesis.
I recently touched bases over FaceBook with a former fling, Erika, who had moved to Sydney on a working holiday visa and stayed there permanently after marrying a local Aussie guy. After congratulating her on her move and prying a bit into her personal life, I got her to admitted that she probably wouldn’t be there if it hadn’t been for me, and that I, in her own words, “broke her pussy lol.” She said that though she tried, she just couldn’t go back to dating her own countrymen and their smaller dicks again. She just liked big cock way too much and her preference was for it to be white and very dominant. She had a hard time finding what she wanted here, thus the move to Australia. I have to admit, I was sorta proud of my little Erika. Daddy’s little girl was all grown up now.
I accidentally bumped into Mai, a former fuck buddy of mine, at the train station while she was waiting for a friend with what appeared to be her current Japanese boyfriend. We parted on mutually friendly terms, so when our eyes met I greeted her with a, “Hey, long time no see!”She seemed to freeze for second, and although I immediately saw the recognition in her eyes, she pretended not to know me at all, “I’m sorry…who are you?”
I thought to myself, really are we gonna play this game? But I got the hint regardless, and with a slightly sarcastic tone offered, “Oh, I must have mistaken you for someone else. It’s funny, you look exactly like someone I know.”
I then did my best to escape the awkward situation before it got any more uncomfortable.
In truth, we hadn’t seen or spoken to each other for a couple years at that point. Yet later that night, almost like clockwork, I received a text message from her apologizing for pretending not to know me at the station. She explained that she couldn’t have her boyfriend suspect she might have ever had some sort of relationship with someone who looks like me, and hoped I’d understand. It seems that the knowledge alone that his girlfriend had previous relations with a big white gaijin would have been more than enough to sow the seeds of insecurity needed to break his fragile ego. She was afraid he might consider her spoiled goods and dump her, which actually wound up being somewhat ironic considering she eventually dumped him a half year later because the sex apparently sucked. When we hooked up for the almost inevitable reunion fuck session, she made a point of comparing our members, estimating the size with her hands to illustrate just how much smaller he was. During our post sex pillow talk confessional, she revealed to me that our chance meeting was actually partially responsible her growing disappointment in her bf and their eventual break-up. I guess he never completely bought that we didn’t know each other, and his lack of confidence in general began to erode her opinion of him.Although a part of me felt a little bad for the guy, I would be lying if I said I also wasn’t a little bit flattered that my mere presence could cause such discord in a relationship.
In perhaps the most extreme case, an ex-girlfriend of mine who eventually married a Japanese guy, contacted me just days before her wedding and I wound up spending the better part of the day throwing her a private one on one bachelorette party at my place.
After they tied the knot, she made a decent attempt at being a model wife, managing to keep a safe distance for a couple years. But in what I could only describe as a particularly nasty fit of post marriage boredom and depression, she messaged me out of the blue and asked to meet. I knew there was only one thing she could be after if she was contacting me at this point, so I remember making a half-hearted attempt to dissuade her. The problem was, I still found her very attractive and really did want to fuck her, so it’s unlikely I came off as very convincing. If anything my feigned reluctance only made her that much more desperate and determined. Before I knew it, I was once again balls deep in my ex-girlfriend’s now married cunt and the fact she was now supposed to be off limits made the sex even more intense than it was when we were together. For all intents and purposes here was this seemingly perfect Japanese housewife, adored and respected by her peers, unable to escape her slutty past and her insatiable need for my foreign dick. I made sure to let her know her what a selfish, back-stabbing, vow-breaking, big cock addicted whore she was. However, the insults only seemed to make her wetter. She wanted to have her cake and eat it too, and she did’t even try to deny it. In the end I couldn’t get her to admit she made a mistake marrying her husband but it was clear she had difficulty giving up the white meat, and I knew a part of her would always be mine regardless.
