home girl1. I don’t know about all this. Although I’m married to an Asian woman, lately I’ve seen quite a few white women coming here as tourists and many of them are really hot. Anyway, Asian women definitely aren’t any better than white women.

2. Not always, but citizenship rights are definitely a fringe benefit that is included in the package. Obviously Asian women will much more likely marry a guy if his package includes this fringe benefit.

3.I think its because of just general attraction and the fact that the majority of Asian women are actively seeking out white men. Its pretty common knowledge at this point and white guys are taking advantage (not in a bad way). From people I’ve asked the most common answer is “the exoticism” of Asian girls are the most attractive feature. And most of these said women are Asian American and they just simply don’t find their male counterparts attractive. Also status is important to them and Asian men don’t fit in at all within mainstream youth culture. One can superficially see what type of person a white guy is based on the context of pop culture. I know this is more than you asked for but basically my point is that its an assumed mutual attraction between white guys and Asian girls that is now part of our cultural fabric. Well I wouldn’t worry about “losing”  white guys to all the asian girls. Its like the white girl black guy phenomenon.

4.I live in Los Angeles, Ca and the volume of straight white males with Asian women is truly amazing. It is almost an epidemic. Almost all day everyday, all I see is white male / Asian female couples. If it is a straight white male over the age of 16, an Asian female is usually attached. I think that Asian women have an obsession about and with whiteness and to a lesser extent view themselves and Asian men as inferior. I think white men go for Asian women because of the sexy girlish appeal that Asian women have. Asian women tend to have a stronger family and social values than some non-Asian women. Asian women don’t have an attitude problem like some non-Asian women. It just seems very odd to see one group not date and marry their own in such larger numbers. However, I think that Asian women are smarter and more logical than non-Asian women.

5. You could call that the “Media Hype” phenomenon. It is obvious that interracial mixing is being encourage and promoted- especially in the US and a handful of other Western countries. I’ve also noticed that during TV programmes where their is a large audience, the cameramen will often search throughout the audience to try to find an interracial couple to target because that, evidently, is the “in” (or PC) thing to do- despite the fact that throughout the audience of perhaps 500 people there might be 4 or 5 interracial couples. The reality is that interracial relationships aren’t really that common, and the interracial relationships that you claim to be so popular in the US aren’t all that. In fact, what few their are there seem to be faddish, and like all fads, will eventually fizzle out.

6.I am sex Asian guy..I do find is great that white guys couple with Asian girls.. they all loom happy with each other, especially the girls…i found some quite avg looking Asians girls so lucky to be with some handsome white guys its great that there is these coupling of gene white/Asian, is the best..it give beautiful babies ;)) best of both world.

7.Asian ladies are not submissive, but respectful of their mates in public. They can and often do disagree with their men behind closed doors. Also, Asian women tend to get just as much as their white counterparts, perhaps more. They just learned thousands of years ago that one can get more with honey than with vinegar! I have been married to an Asian lady for more than 10 years now and couldn’t be happier. Truth is that I don’t see her as Asian, but my wife that I love.

8.I’m an Asian woman with a white man and we have 2 kids together. I asked him why is he attracted to Asian women? He has dated all types of women and ends up in relationships with Asian women. He said that (1)most non Asian women are easy (2) they gossip way too much (3) they are materialistic.


Ling is a cute Chinese girl. She came from Hong Kong. For a high level life, she came to USA for fun and money. She bring some good wish to New York City. She tried to chase a quick money, so she join many agencies for escort service, because no one wanna work in one business for a little money. Therefore, many agencies give her more customers and more money, but she does not have more hours for herself, beause every agency call your cellphone, you have to pick up a call every time, such as sleeping, eating… Because the agencies don’t have any girls for customers, they could be choose you at the first time. However, she is so busy, but she got some days for break because of girl period. At the break time, she have two boy-friends, and met them everyday. As a call girl, she spend a lot of money on her boy-friends, such as iphone5, ipad, Apple TV, and Amani jacket. You could ask how about her two boyfriends, they are escort business owners, however, they could get some money on the escort business, but their money are not more than Ling.

In my opinions, Ling should leave her job, and getting a new life and a new boyfriend which is not related escort service. Ling could thought this life, but she still need more money for her furture life. She told me that she enjoy two boyfriends’ life and just kind of friendship, they will not be her husband.

I just say what is fucking life for money. I will wrote part 2. Please wait.


Escort Service with Candy

Candy is perfect for me. I knew she would be the minute I went to the New York escort agency. I had a certain look in mind and she was it. Brown curly hair, big bright eyes, sweet face and slender. I don’t go for that whole Hollywood bombshell look, give me pretty any day.

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Plus, I have a really demanding job. I have worked in Canary Wharf for the last 10 years as a senior exec. When I want to relax I don’t want brash and high maintenance, I want Candy, sweet and satisfying, a fast buzz.
I guess this is why I tried a New York escort service in the first place. What you see in what you get, pleasure guaranteed without any of the hassle, birds in New York can be exhausting and I just don’t have the time for that drama.

Candy is special. One evening I texted her and told her to wear that tight blue dress I like, the one she was wearing the first time I saw her at the New York escort agency.

She was to come meet me at a cocktail bar close to my office in Canary Wharf.

As usual, she followed my directions word for word and by the time we had moved on to Nobu for dinner, I was thanking my lucky stars again that I had called that New York escort service number and had met Candy.
When I hailed a cab after dinner, Candy was expecting us to go to the usual address, but I surprised her by telling the cab driver to take us to one of the most exclusive hotels in New York instead.

I knew what to expect what we got to the room as I had spent weeks planning for it, and also of course, paying for it, but though I have seen some of the most exclusive venues in New York, this room blew my mind.

The view from the room gave an almost 360 degree view of New York’s skyline and every inch of the room was designed to scream luxury.

The bathroom was just as I hoped it would be with the tub was already filled with champagne as I had requested.
After a few shrieks of disbelief, I convinced Candy that it was ok to hop in, I assured her soaking in champagne may be illegal in some backwaters of the world but it sure as hell wasn’t illegal in New York.

It’s funny, for years I have worked in Canary Wharf, making loads of money, but wondering what was the point. I live in one of the most exclusive neighbourhoods in New York, and shy of owning a Boeing 377, I can almost indulge every fantasy that money can buy.

Yet, for all this, the thing that has brought me the most happiness is watching a New York escort, Candy Noname, splash around in a champagne bubble bath, beckoning me to come in.


My Perfect Date

For New York Escort, I sat nervously in my hotel room. It was 7.48pm; she would be here in 12 minutes. I’d already showered, put on my best cologne and styled my hair. I checked my breath one more time, and looked at my teeth in the mirror. Clean.

This wasn’t the first time I’d hired an NY escort. Once, a few years back, I called up for a girl but I was so drunk that I don’t remember much of it – all I know is that she didn’t seem very impressed! Now I’d gone all out, hiring a high class New York escort who looked stunning. Usually a girl like this would be well out of my league. However I’d been given a promotion at work and wanted to reward myself with some exquisite companionship, but wasn’t sure what exactly to expect. The website described her as a fun loving girl who was educated and chatty; that’s the kind of girl I normally go for. Her name was Serena.

As I tapped my foot and waited nervously for her arrival, I wondered if Serena would really be as beautiful as her photos. There is so much air brushing about these days that you can never really be sure! In the pictures she had fair skin and dark blonde wavy hair, past her shoulders. Her eyes were bright green and her figure was petite with luscious curves – in at the waist, out at the hips… I was lost in a fantasy when there was a gentle knock at the door. I checked my watch: 7.59pm. That was her!

For the first few minutes, I didn’t say anything. My nerves got the better of me as I took her a coat, pushed a glass of champagne into her hands and offered her a seat. She looked a little confused at my silence, but as soon as she smiled and started talking I felt completely at ease. She looked relieved when I began to talk back! I apologised for my stunned silence, and explained that it had taken me a minute to get over how gorgeous she was. So hot!

Over the next half an hour, we laughed and chatted, talking so easily that it felt like I’d known her for years. Everything about her captivated me; I wanted her so badly. I felt like there was a connection between us but wasn’t sure how to broach the subject – did she fancy me? I thought she did, but didn’t want to look like an idiot if she knocked me back. A high class New York escort like her could get any man she wanted, I probably didn’t stand a chance. I started to feel a bit glum, wondering why I’d tease myself with a girl like this; she was obviously well out of my league.

It was just then that she leaned towards me and put her hand on my thigh. “Are you alright?” she asked. I smiled and nodded, then as she returned my smile her hand slid further up my thigh. Her eyes never left mine as she moved her hand expertly inside my leg to feel the length of my dick, which had hardened in an instant. I’d frozen – scared that if I moved a muscle I’d break the spell and she’d stop. Serena leaned over and put her soft lips on mine, pushing against me with her whole body. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest, it felt so good. I wasn’t frozen any more; I hungrily kissed her back and ran my hands all over her body, wanting to feel every part.

She took my hand and pulled me towards the bed, pushing me forcefully onto my back. She pulled her skirt up and straddled me, so that my erection was pressing against her pussy through my trousers and the silk of her knickers. She undid my belt and wrenched them down – this girl was a lot feistier than I had expected! Without even undressing, she pulled her panties to one side and lowered herself onto my dick, sliding it all the way inside her. I kept my head up to watch her grind, one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. I took the straps from her shoulders and she helped me to pull down her dress and bra, revealing a perfect pair of breasts. She leaned forward to put her nipple in my mouth, still grinding back and forth along my shaft.

I could’ve screwed Serena all night long, but she was too sexy to hold back. I held onto her arse and pushed myself deep inside her as I felt myself coming, while she rubbed her clit with her fingers to bring herself off at the same time.

I couldn’t put a price on that night, it was incredible. I just hope Serena’s not too booked up because I don’t want to wait until my next promotion to see her again!


Ella May is practically a Goddess; standing at 5″10, she has long shapely legs, not dissimilar to those of Elle Macpherson. Her waist is tiny, but her ample bust and curvacious hips give her an hourglass body in perfect proportions. Her hands and feet are dainty, her neck graceful and her arms slender. Ella May walks with a sway in her hips – the kind of walk that stops traffic and makes men walk into lamp posts. Her hair is naturally honey blonde, silky smooth and hangs down past her shoulders to her mid back. Her skin is flawless; she could be used as an example for airbrushing without a trace of make up. Her natural scent is intoxicating, like a blend of sweet and spice; springtime flowers laced with cinnamon. And at last, her face – like that of an angel. Her eyes are a deep pool of sea green, her nose is delicate and her lips are soft and full.

Ella May works as an escort in London. You may wonder why she would choose this occupation when she could be whatever she wanted; a supermodel, an actress, a television presenter… literally any profession would beg her to come on board so they could bask in her beauty. The reason she chose this line of work is because she knows that she is undoubtedly the best escort in London. Any man would fall over himself to be even considered as a client, and she can charge any sum she wants – knowing that the client will pay it.

At a young age, Ella May began to understand the powers of her beauty. School was a nightmare as all of the other girls were jealous, but the boys would do anything she asked, and protect her from any viscious girls. Even the male teachers would side with her every time. At university, the male lecturers would sometimes catch her eye during a presentation and be reduced to a stumbling mess. They always gave her extra help with her essays, which probably contributed to the 1st degree she graduated with.

The first experience Ella May had of escorts was during a stay at The Wardorf Hotel. She had entered the bar and realised that all of the men’s eyes were elsewhere; a latino beauty had everyone captivated. She was draped in diamonds and was dressed from head to toe in designer clothes. Of course, once Ella May had properly entered the room and removed her coat, the attention was all hers. But curiosity had the better of her, and she wanted to know how this woman got her good fortune. The latino explained to Ella May that she worked as an escort in London, and the money she made funded whatever she desired.

Five years later, the latino had aged from years of sun worshipping, and Ella May had stolen her crown as the most sought after escort in London. Now, she is wealthy enough to work only when the mood takes her, and to select her own clients. Ella May can think of nothing better in life than to be adored, rich and glamorous – she has everything she could ever dream of. When she decides tosettle down, she can have her pick of any man in the city. Looking like a Goddess most certainly has its advantages…