“Where do you want it?” they would ask.

It had become such a norm that a question like this wouldn’t throw me off. If a guy asked this of any stranger woman, I could imagine she would be put off, shy, or squeamish about it.

“How about the table?” I asked. “Or on that guitar?” Some would do it wherever they liked. And what was I talking about?

They were asking where I’d like them to spray their cum.

And I love watching it. The way the white cum squirts out. A creamy egg white, with stickiness as it drips on the body. Watching how it shoots up to the belly button, sometimes farther or higher like a fountain. I love the movement of the male body flexing, spasms of ecstasy, and the sounds of a man grunting and moaning as he poured his essence of life.

Yes. I have a cum fetish. Just watching this act of service made me close to cumming myself. It was like a switch, a snap, and I was ready to orgasm.

The video chat, which led to sex, got me this high. It was the reason why temptation was hard to avoid and why, with the Internet, these Korean men's bodies and other East Asian bodies were relatively easy to fish.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t the only one objectifying.

These guys loved it, too. My big Size D boobs, large ass — my curves, and smooth white skin. Knowing they were fucking an older woman, an East Asian MILF — they had their kinks. I was one of the most unattainable women whom they probably would never get to meet or see or imagine that they could ever meet or see. A porn come to life.

It was a two-way street.

At this point, the Byeontae game was far over; forget the ten-question ice-breaker. We were having video sex. Me using my dildo to fuck in time to his hand jerking off his hard dick. The motions of his hand and the sounds of his moaning with my voice echoed my wanton needs and passion.

I love to watch them pump along, mostly a good five to ten minutes, or for some guys, it was a long process of twenty or even thirty minutes, or if it was my first online FWB, he could jerk off for forty minutes to an hour. Usually, I’d call it quits by then - four to five orgasms and three squirts later. I promised and planned to take revenge when I finally met him — that I would tire him out first. Challenge taken.

The funniest dick pic I’d seen was the guy who stuck his dick in a roll of toilet paper. It took creativity to come up with that and functionality because he could clean after he cummed.

I met SB in my earlier times of going Yolo. It was the time of Ometv, and randomly, I dropped onto his lap. Staring through my screen into his room, an open space with a lone white wall standing, and a bed, as he stared through his screen into mine.

“Hello," he said. We started off as friends, and even though he didn’t speak much English, we eagerly communicated using our phones to translate our words. I told him about the cheating site - Ashley Mad (AM), and told him that H and I were luring the cheating husbands and boyfriends with my Hotwife pictures.

He showed me the Korean AM, and we talked about his job search and his being a stage designer for K-pop, other concerts, and theater works.

He was an art guy, living the life of a poor artist, trying to make ends meet, a freelancer losing gigs based on market demands. I was luckier than most art, design, and creative guys I spoke to because I had a sugar daddy, H, to support my unrealistic dreams of becoming a famous writer. One day, I would prove my worth and make back the money I had deferred.

In earlier times, H and I were still finding our roots after starting our open relationship. There were rocks and mines everywhere, and my impulsivity and horny nature only made things worse. In our world of openness, there were a lot of stop-and-goes and tubs of tears on my part and forgiveness from his.

“Don’t let the guys see your face,” H said. “You can’t trust them. They might be recording.”

“Okay,” I said. That was the time when we were worried someone might know who we were. H was most concerned that someone at work might know he had been on the dating apps looking for girls and some action.

That was a time before he let go. Lucky for me, the guys I wanted were across the ocean, thousands of miles away. Still, there were dangers everywhere.

And then, I broke a rule. I allowed SB to film me. He was so in love with me, searching for me every day, saying his I-love-yous. Like a puppy begging for the next vid and pic and wanting always to chat and see me. My ego was stoked, and he was so nerdy, cute, shy, and fun to be with. We had vid sex many times and I enjoyed watching his different ways he tried to cum to spice our fun — shower, bathroom floor, table, stomach, shooting high, cupping his cum in his hand, which I really liked. I called it “pooling”, and of course, his one-of-a-kind toilet roll fun.

We planned to meet when I went to Seoul. Planned to spend the day with him, touring, eating, fucking all day long.

And then, he broke the rule, asking for a video of me. Of my face, so he could see me as I orgasmed. H didn’t like it, and because of that, I was told to block SB and never talk to him again.

My SB puppy was confused, and I was crying. It was a fight again, and the results weren’t pleasant.

Days went by, and then a week.