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Click hereFelix was pounding me so hard that I could hardly get words out. My brain was sounding the words out; trying to pronounce them. Mind turned off. Nothing left of normal sociable Ling; I had become Felix's little gook slut in that instant.
"Beg for my cum." He urged. I happily obliged.
"Cum right in my little womb like you want to get me pregnant. Your words have so much wisdom. Heal my form divinely by sharing the spiritual sustenance at the core of your sexual personality." I urged Felix with words flowing from my core; my welcoming sexual heat; the base of my spine; my energetic source point.
I erupted in supreme climax right as Felix started gushing semen into my womb. No words or action could interrupt the stillness of that isolated moment; we were stuck serenely in a fixed point of time. His white cock; my Asian pussy. Supreme interracial rejoice in absolute passion. My orgasm; his orgasm. With absolute superiority and domination he claimed my pussy as his; marking it with his energetic name. I was owned. I was sexually controlled. My sex was tired; weary from being controlled by his power. With climax, our rational sensibilities finally appealed to us once more. Surveying the pleasure and the vulnerability we exchanged; knowing each other in and out in this magical-pleasure sex act.
I was heaving, unable to speak. While drifting off into different worlds of pleasure and post-orgasmic bliss, Felix was nurturing me, and his gentle kisses brought me back to reality. My new, handsome, white lover was nurturing me. His engorged cock still spasming inside me, keeping his cum in my pussy. During our sex I was finally able to say the words I had always wanted; the things that constantly lived on the tip of my tongue but never could come out from embarrassment.
"Baby. That was so good. I mean, wow. Like, you can read my body. Everything you said was driving me wild." I stumbled over my words, because I was so blissed-out.
He replied "I have seen it all in Astral, the words were hardly my own. I viewed your subtle energy during our meditation, and therefore I knew what to say."
I was still in awe. Felix was so impressive. I must be in love; this must be what love feels like. Everything feels right, I thought. I felt warmth all through my body as I cuddled Felix, coiling tightly around him. We whispered sweet nothings, cuddled, and kissed in bed for hours afterwards.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 3 years agoLol it sounds like you heard a buzzword you didn't like. Plus it's in the context of magic/mind control rather than blatant nazi dogwhistling
Anonymousabout 3 years agoagree. racial dirty talk is one thing but this Aryan shit is taking it too far.
ThePunishmentDaddyabout 5 years agoThis wholesome kind of race play is exactly what wmaf and raceplay in general needs. 10/10 would recommend. What a beautiful story. I hope you write more!
Anonymousabout 5 years agoThis story was really good. The WMAF dynamic is so erotic as it’s really a true yin and yang in terms of the juxtaposition between masculine and feminine forces. I really enjoyed the story especially the incorporation of spiritual terminology and practices. If anything I wish these themes were explored more, such as how their ‘racial souls’ drive them to be at one with each other.
Nevertheless, it’s a really good read thanks for posting it.
