Wei & Mei: Perfectly Natural

"Trust Zhou," said Zhou.

"Tinder no work for the Asian men. No women want Asian guy on the Tinder — same like all the other online dating things— Asian men all ignored, so need no apply. We need make our own version work for us, so we can success with the on-line dating. Like normal people."

Zhou began typing furiously at his keyboard while sipping imported Mandarin beer.

"Zhou make dating app for the smartphone. It catching on like the virus. It viral like the STD. It red hot, like the gonorrhea. It on fire, like the burning of the pee-pee, like the syphillis or the herpes. It hurts when pees, like—"

"OK, I get the idea, Zhou," said Wei.

"You're app's really popular."

"Popular for the Chinese people," Zhou emphasized.

"I already get three dates with the Chinese women. I make profile for you, too, Wei. You going on date with nice Chinese girl from Beijing this weekend."

"What?!" Wei exclaimed.

"I told you," Zhou smiled, proud.

"I told you: Just Trust Zhou! Zhou told you he get you date, he got you date. Zhou get you laid. Hee-hee-ha-ha! She real look the pretty, too! She never even married! Extra bonus!"

"You created my own account and pretended to be me to arrange all this?"

"Don't worry, Wei. I only pretend be you for initial private message for the greeting..." Zhou assured calmly.

"Only couple times pretend for the sexting sexy instant message chatting. No dick-pic sent yet. She need send her pussy-photo first."

"Oh, god!" Wei put his face in his hands.

"This is going to be an epic fail waiting to happen."

"No worry, Wei. Just trust Zhou. Zhou solve small penis. You want buy the penis pump? Only three-hundred dollar from the eBay. Ship from China with the free shipping and no pay custom charge extra. No want pay, no plobrem. Zhou can make homemade penis pump for free, based on model from the vacuum cleaner..."

"You sound just like my boss Allison," said Wei with a bitter and painful disgust.

The extremely beautiful yet extremely cruel White woman relished racially mocking Wei with small Asian dick jokes every single day he worked for her. She made it constantly crystal clear that Oriental men could never physically— sexually— satisfy a White woman, and that White women aren't attracted to Asian men in the slightest, except to laugh at their small Asian dicks. Wei more than got the message permanently driven, nailed, sealed, and seared into his mind forever, never to forget.

"You want see what she looks like, Wei?" asked Zhou as he was already typing and clicking, searching for her profile before Wei could answer.

"She real pretty, like the Chinese movie actress... Zhou forget name, but she look like the famous Chinese star. She was in that movie, about - you know, Wei - the China."

When Zhou showed him his prospective and pre-arranged date's profile photo, Wei was very pleasantly attracted to her at first sight. Her eyes and smile were sweet and feminine, very welcoming and full of an understanding, empathic, loving light.

"Wow..." Wei whispered in awe of her already.

"Zhou told you, you'd like her," Zhou smiled.

"Told you: Just Trust Zhou, Wei. Her name is Mei, Wei. You like? Her name is Mei. You and her Chinese astrological fit! Hopefully, also anatomical fit too, eh, Wei!? Hee-hee-ha!"

"Her name is... Mei..." whispered Wei, still transfixed by the Chinese beauty on the screen.

"...What a beautiful name, indeed..."

***

Wei couldn't wait for the weekend to go on his date with Mei. Just looking forward to meeting her and hopefully finally having sex after so long was the only source of hope and motivation keeping Wei sane throughout the long grueling workweek as the cruel yet powerful and beautiful Amazonian blonde Allison made Wei's life hell full-time.

"Hey Wei!" Allison's voice exploded through the intercom at his desk as he was trying to finish typing a report for her.

"Wei, I'm trying to finish a crossword puzzle, and I'm stuck. Help me out," she said and he could hear a deviously smiling smirk in her voice, setting him up like a punchline.

"What's a word that means 'Too small to be practically useful to its intended design'? I tried to write 'ASIAN PENIS', but it doesn't fit— just like in real life, Asian dicks don't fit anything! HA-HA, HAHA, HA-HA!"

Wei took out his cell phone and looked at Mei's sweet smiling face and kind eyes, and he felt calm again. He sighed and longed to meet her in person this weekend.

"Aren't I funny, Wei?" Allison giggled. "Huh? Aren't I funny?"

Wei kept typing the report. The day was almost over. That would make one day closer to Mei. One day closer to getting laid. Allison was right, it helped Wei know crystal clear and without a doubt anymore: Asian women are the only real fit in every sense of the word, for Asian men in this world, in this life.

"Hey, Wei," Allison laughed.

"Seriously though, Wei... Joking aside, there's truth in jest. That's really probably most likely, like, the single main reason why Asian guys are perpetually single lonely loser virgins for life, and never fit in anywhere: Because their dicks don't fit inside non-Asian women's pussies, so you guys are hopelessly stuck being isolated in your own insular Asian communities, with only other Asian people. There's real deep sociology and anthropological type of insight to all this shit... You see it too, right, Wei?" the bitch said.

"You hit the nail on the head, Allison," Wei commended coldly.

"Now screw you, and fuck off. I'm trying to finish that goddamn report you told me to type up at the last minute."

Wei turned the intercom off before she could get another word in, and he went back to typing the last of the report's remaining sentences.

She did drive the point home deeper though: Asian men are not meant for White women, and vice-versa.

Wei looked at Mei's face — her Chinese face — on his cell phone wallpaper screen once again.

It felt perfect, because it was natural. It was as nature intended.

A natural state of perfect was what had been missing in his life, all along.

***

When the weekend finally came at long last, Wei felt nervous yet calm as he arrived at Mei's apartment door to pick her up. Seeing her face to face for the first time, Wei felt the sense that the void in his many-a-times broken heart was being filled in with the missing pieces and being restored to wholeness with each minute he spent getting to know Mei.

Speaking with Mei in their shared Mandarin language and being able to appreciate their natural dialects of origin as the blood in their veins flowing through them was a deeply satisfying experience that Wei realized was part of the deep connecting factors so magnetically present in being with her.

They went to a small, comfortable, non-fancy but down to earth Chinese restaurant she knew, and the experience was one of connecting deeply and intimately, emotionally and intellectually, as well as physically. Being with Mei and talking with her was devoid of any of the mind-games and tricks Wei had experienced nonstop with non-Asian women on their comparatively superficial and artificial interactions during their dates.

Wei was in awe and wonder, and gratefulness.

Mei's femininity had true inner strength and a worshipful beauty. She was a true Chinese Goddess of Love and Compassion... and Passion, as Wei would find out later that night when they made love and lust in his bed.

Everything was a natural progression of events coming to their naturally intended and fulfilling outcome.

There was no forcing things to happen, no manipulating events or emotions to get to the point of erotic coupling. Sex happened as natural as sparks ignite flame.

Sex with Mei was so opposite to what it was like with a white woman. While sex with a White woman was made up of hard fast beast-mode power-fucking, sex with this Chinese angel was focused on making heavenly love in their bodies.

Their almond-shaped eyes interlocking in mutual love and contact as they kissed... They sweated into each other's skin pores as they held onto each other so tightly as Wei kept thrusting deeper inside Mei's sweaty tight lean body that milked Wei so lovingly into the night. They fit so perfectly. They fit so naturally. They were naturally perfect for each other.

Feeling her tightness and her wet warmth, feeling her deep love, Wei felt so completely at peace and in complete euphoric contentment. Looking into Mei's eyes as she rode him, was like looking into a Divine Power. Wei hugged Mei tighter to him as he washed his face in her body's sweat. He rubbed his face in her small, soft tan breasts, kissing and drinking her hot sweat. Wei and Mei breathed harder and harder as Wei bounced Mei faster and higher and harder up and down on his throbbing Chinese meat. Her Chinese pussy was sweating her cum and lubricating it as her pussy walls milked Wei to a hard-arriving climax.

Wei kissed Mei hard and long as they timed their orgasms and cum-releases in simultaneous explosions shooting their love-oils in to mix with each other's bodily recipe offered in their heavenly, divine love ritual of mutual healing worship.

Mei and Wei looked deep and long into each other's Asian eyes for a long timeless period after their orgasms. Their eyes kissed each other with loving soft looks as their bodies continued creating heat and sweat.

It was almost as though their bodies and souls had synchronized through sex to the point of being able to communicate telepathically.

They knew they belonged to each other. They belonged with each other. For each other.

Their love wasn't only Chinese, their love was so naturally perfect. All pieces harmoniously fit as they were made to— as they were meant to be.

Wei and Mei felt whole, and finally complete.

***

Inside Wei's crumpled up pants on the floor, silently ringing on vibrate, his cell phone screen lit up with a message indicating a missed call from Zhou. Moments later still, another icon indicated he left a voicemail message:

"Wei, this is Zhou," said Zhou.

"Zhou have good news, and Zhou have bad news, good buddy. Good news is: Zhou told you Zhou get you the sex with the good pussy, right? Just trust Zhou! Hope you had good time! Now, bad news: Zhou said that girl look like the famous Chinese movie star, right? That because she IS famous Chinese movie star, Wei! Her family connected to Hong Kong Triad! And Chinese Mainland Mafia! HORY SHIT! That whore is BAD NEWS, like a doctor tell the patient he has the AIDS, like the Magic Johnson—!"

The voicemail system timed out and cut Zhou off.

He called back just to leave a second voicemail message. Sounding more frantic now, Zhou was practically shitting himself:

"Wei. Zhou again. You goddamn pucking voicemail machine cut Zhou off! Like a mudda-pucka-bitch! Zhou call back now. Zhou want to say: WEI! You better not PUCK that Chinese girl! Zhou find you another Chinese girl to stick you the dick inside the pussy! But not that one! Not that pussy! That pussy no for you! Her family pucking GANGSTERS! But... But, if you get Zhou warning too late... And you already PUCK HER in the PUSSY... Then no worry... You no worry, Wei... Just Trust Zhou... Zhou fix ellyting... Zhou can order the bodyguard, like the Kevin Costner, and you the Whitney Houston!"

Zhou melodramatically, but all-seriously, sang and belted:

"And I-iiiiiiii-EEEE-iiiiiiii... Will all-ways... Lu-UH-UH-ove youuuuu-OOH-uuu! I! Will always! Love! Ah-youuuuuuuuuu—!"

The voicemail system cut Zhou off again.

Oblivious to Zhou's calls and messages, Wei began thrusting inside Mei's tight-fitting, lovingly milking, and freshly-leaking Chinese pussy with his hard pumping Chinese cock for another wave of riding.

"I want to love you, always," Wei panted in Mandarin as he looked in her eyes, while thrusting into her.

"I already feel like I've loved you all my life," Mei answered in Mandarin. Their shared language of love, other than sex.

"Cum inside me again," she panted. "We should always be together!"

Wei nodded, agreeing to give her his soul as he held her head and her hair tight and pumped her harder and harder and harder as she got wetter until he shot and sprayed, and his Chinese prick painted her Chinese cunt walls with deep coats of his cum.

Zhou called back a third time, and left a third message:

"Wei! It me, Zhou again. Maybe I call too late, and you already PUCK that Chinese movie star pussy. Maybe you pucking her right now. Listen, Wei... Whatever you do, even if you puck her... Don't— you undastand? Do NOT— cum inside the her pussy! Undastand, Wei? DO NOT cum inside the her pussy with your dick! You no want the make her the plegnant! If she plegnant, her family chop your dick! But no worry! Just Trust Zhou! Zhou fix ellyting! I see the right now, here the wooden dick on eBay. Like the no-leg people get the wooden leg? You get the wooden dick! Glue back on with the SuperGlue, no plobrem! Good as new! Zhou fix ellyting! Just Trust Zhou!"

The machine cut him off for the final time just as, in the bedroom, Wei's and Mei's mutual moaning climaxed in a chorus of their voices as they both emptied themselves into each other as they came together for the second time that night.