What is your fetish?
That’s the second question I’d usually ask in my Byeontae Game. The first was when he had his first sex. The way the game worked was I asked the question and he responded and then I shared my answer too for that question, and same with his questions.
Most guys would say first sex was with someone they met or briefly knew. The ranges were either really young like 12-15 years or older like 20-23 years old. There were a few who were still cherry virgins at 25 years old.
“If a guy is still a virgin at around 23 and up, he’s a loser,” said H. He tended to use that ‘Loser’ word a lot when talking about some people I’d come across. He believed I could do better and I deserved better.
People are people. Everyone had their own path and insecurities and reason for things.
The ‘Cherries’ had their stories and I agree I’d listen but as I’d told the many young guys, I was there to play and not teach them life lessons on sex. And though I was a cougar, ‘popping cherry boys’ was not my kink.
Kink vs. Fetish, what’s the diff?
Not much, frankly. Fetish to me is the moment you can get super horny when something was done or something you saw triggered it. And no, seeing a naked woman with big boobs or a nice juicy pussy doesn’t count.
Kink is an action that you pursue, going for it with passion because that’s what you love. This could be specific BDSM acts like Shibari or maybe MILFs in hot, rich mommy clothes vs. fucking a MILF talking to her husband on the phone, that was more of a fetish.
The lines are blurred.
And as for Byeontae? A pervert is always seeking his/her fetish and kink. Or creating new ones because the mind won’t stop thinking of sexy fun. Like food porn. Always wanted to try that. And no, not the James Bond-y type of naked Asian women on the table with sushi on them. Sides, raw fish and sex stinks.
In my journey, I’d come across different fetishes and kinks. My questions opened the floodgates, and I got to hear these guys’ secret confessions on what they really like. I won’t bother you with normal stuff,f and even some listed here were normalized these days. Here were some I learned:
Feet and shoes (stepping on bodies, jerking off with feet, sex with heels on) — the guys say pretty feet were nice shapes and arches.
I’d say I don’t know the diff. I don’t have an intensity for feet but there is one act I enjoyed with a man’s toes, but I won’t say here. Only the very lucky guys get to experience it.
Socks, tights, leggings, body stockings — tearing them off gives the guy and girl the feeling of control or lack of. I personally like this. Bondage is one of my favorite plays.
Spit — spitting fishes back and forth in mouths, dirty blowjobs, spitting in pussies, in ears, anywhere with holes. Frankly, why don’t just use cum, you might ask. I agree. But we all must be safe, careful adults, and people who spit might not like cum, which brings me to another story about cum. There are double standards to it. Guys who want women to swallow but won’t kiss their lips after. Dude…come on…
Vomit — yes, it gets grosser. This I’d only heard once among the hundreds of guys I’d spoken to, and to this person, H said, “Block this loser right now! Delete, block, and never speak to again.”
Engineer J, was a twenty-three-year-old civil engineer in another city. He was a replacement guy I met on Bumble whom I spoke to during my first Summer trip in Seoul. My previous guy got sick with Covid and cancelled at the last minute. I didn’t want to waste the spot and even though I didn’t like to meet strangers and have sex with them until I knew them, I felt this guy was nice and sweet enough for me to eat.
He took the train to see me. About thirty minutes away from Seoul. Nice face, tall, slim, and gentle manner from the video chats we had, and wasn’t a catfish. Except, when he came to my hotel room, he said it was his first time meeting in a hotel, and he was a Cherry.
He lied. Well, technically, I didn’t ask. We spoke dirty and had some fun on vid chat before I said yes to him coming over. I was in a tight green dress and had my green laced bodysuit underneath. My period had just arrived and I wore a tampon so we could play before we did — tteokbokki.
You might judge how desperate I was to have sex to do it during a period. I’d say I was just min-maxing my stay in Seoul. At that time, I wasn’t sure I was coming back to Korea and I didn’t want to waste my chance to eat as many Korean men as I could. It was my first stint at a sex marathon, and in the end, I knocked out six different ones out of the park.
Did I get over my Korean men addiction after my first summer? Obviously not. Because I went back again the next summer,r and that experience was different from the first.
Back to Engineer J. Yes, Cherry boy.
“Why haven’t you had sex yet?” I asked. “Didn’t you say you had a girlfriend?”
“I did. But we didn’t have sexual intercourse,” he said. His English was good. There was no ‘lost in translation’ with him. There wasn’t much of talking after saying that because he’d come onto me fast.
His lips were on mine. His hands were grabbing my dress and pulling it over my head. In fact, it got stuck half way and he was squeezing my breasts and sucking my nipples when I finally got the dress off.
He kept saying how beautiful and sexy I was. He was a tall, skinny guy, but he loved women with curves. My hourglass figure and large ass were his favorite parts and his long fingers held my butt like holding treasure.
“Can I take pics?” He asked.
“Yes,” I replied, my heart swayed by his words, and filming and pics were my fetish.
I posed for him, and he spanked my ass hard and well as he filmed — it was his first time spanking but he had some nature skill to the art of spanking.
“How can you be a virgin?” I asked him after he spanked and made me crawl on the floor and dry humped me as he fingered me and made me cum.
His dick was in my mouth. He used my dildo in my wet pussy. He knew what he was doing.
“I can’t stay hard in the pussy. I’ve only cummed in the mouth. I thought if I had sex with a hot MILF like you, I can do it.” he said.
He proved it true when we tried. His dick went limp. We moved to the window and he stuck his dick in my mouth. Pumping hard, making popping sounds. He groaned, “I’m coming…I’m coming…” His cum overflowed everywhere — all over my chest and dripped to the ground.
“I didn’t masturbate for a month,” he confessed.
“Why?” I asked as I cleaned up. Overall, the experience was low mid. But I chose to meet. At least, I got some nice pics and vids from it.
“Have you heard of a man’s Chi?” He asked.
“A little?” I said, reminded of Busan Guy, L, who told me about his problems — he had a big kink for MILFs, and couldn’t have sex with girls his age and cum.
At that time, I had not met with Busan Guy yet. Engineer J was a day before Busan Guy’s unexpected text. Little did I know fate would bring Busan back to me. If I did, I probably wouldn’t have met Engineer J.
“I have a sex problem because I started porn too early. I was ten. I watched and jerked off too much for many years and so I’m desensitized,” Engineer J said. “I can’t get hard watching normal porn. I have to keep watching something crazier.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“I’m not a disgusting pervert. I’m a nice guy…,” he said. “Also, I’ve been trying not to masturbate for a longer time because my Chi is precious. A man’s seed is a life force. If I cum too much, I lose my Chi.”
The man’s Chi. Another topic of discussion. A survey I’d take later.
“And so?” I sensed he was holding in.
We were sitting on a loveseat, side by side. I was in my wine-red satin robe, and he was in his white T-shirt and grey underwear. It wasn’t what I imagined as sexy, but I felt play-time session was over.
It was therapy time.
“Don’t tell me you are into poop,” I said.
“No! No! But…I like golden shower…” He glanced at me and smiled.
“Okay…I’ve heard of that. Not done it, but if it was done in the bathroom and on my leg…I might be okay to try…” I said and he smiled.
Within reason, I’m fine. I was trying to be open-minded.
“What about…” He continued talking and asking questions and gauging what I was comfortable with, until it got to here.
“Vomit,” he said.
“Vomit?” My brows crinkled. Frankly, just saying that word made me sick.
“Yeah. There is this Asian girl. She has a channel. She pukes and masturbates.” He showed me the video.
“WTF…” I stood up. “Dude, that’s too much. Is that your kink?”
Okay, there was a limit to non-judging. I told him no blood, no murder, no mutilation. If the guy likes those, I didn’t have to be part of it.
“I don’t know why.” He stared at his hands.
And stupid me asked to see it, and even more, told H about it after.
“Block, delete, get rid of this Loser!” shouted H. He was mad, and he was justified.
And so I did. Engineer J was out of life with a few taps. I didn’t want to ghost or block if I really didn’t have to. It went both ways, we deserved closure, but even though I didn’t clearly say it to him, Engineer J should know why.
Fetishes and Kinks. As said, people are different and have different needs, but there are lines we don’t cross.
Where was the vomit? So, another guy liked burping. Women who burped on command and during sex. Maybe there are those who like women crying. If spanking, whipping, and BDSM cuffs, plugs, mouth balls, and nipple clamping were okay, what else is okay?
Nothing seems far-fetched in the minds of people and what sexually triggers them.
To burp or to puke, that was the question.
Well, mine was simple. “Don’t puke where you eat.”