Maido Fraido
There are memes of them everywhere. Men in maid costumes, some big and hairy, slim and effeminate, and others muscled, hot bods in silly frilly outfits, just for laughs.
He wore that and sent it to me. The dangerously hot guy I saw on Bumble, and thought there was no way he was real. Hotter and more handsome than some of the K-pop guys we all know — perfect Korean hairstyles with trimmed black brows, beautiful monoids, high-bridged nose, sensual lips, and sharp jawline. He could be the poster boy for those Korean beauty surgery ads we see along Seoul subways, and billboards cos let’s face it, even the K guys are going under the knife these days.
Perhaps, talking about sex and sharing naughty pics did open more doors. Letting out the beasts and quirks these men had to hide in an Asian society where first impressions make or break.
He chose me first in Bumble and I responded, a little surprised that he was into me.
“I love MILFS,” he messaged.
“Annyeong, hello :)” I replied. Yes, cliche to use Korean mixed with English but I was a foreigner despite my East Asian skin color, and I am learning Korean.
“You have big boobs. I love boobs,” he continued. “I’m HK,” he said. “Let’s chat on Insta.”
And that was how we met online, and how everything started.
Hot guy as I called him and named him so H, my husband, knew, was almost lust-perfect. The stats in his profile said he was late twenties, working, tall at six feet, and loved to eat and watch anime and into scifi. Later, I learned we shared the same book types and loved to travel. And most of all, he was a great big perv. One of the most Byeontae of my catch.
He, like me, had an insta page for all the women, MILFs, and Cougars he caught with his super racy, nude shots, which for sure turned every woman to jelly each time he posted. His lean, muscled body, smooth skin, broad shoulders, and underpants riding low to a big piece was junk, was insane. And one pic had the tip of his cock peeping out. Seriously, was that legal on Insta?
“Do you have an OF?” I asked once. “Your pics are really good. I bet you can get lots of views.”
I’ve seen my share of naughty pics on Insta. Those hot Asian guys and their muscled bods in poses to attract an ultimate number of foreign pussies, were unfairly posted everywhere whereas my few pics of my barely covered boobs got censored the second I uploaded.
Lately, I've been thinking Insta was on to me. Those AI bots were watching my every move and waiting eagerly to take me down. It was a little more than too unfair when I knew for a fact that there were other accounts with more sleazy pics and women and men getting away with advertising their wares for their OF and porn pages.
I am a writer. And so what if I dabbled in a little show-and-tell? A MILF Cougar needs to have a little fun. And my fishes have to be fed. They too, needed some love and attention, right?
Back to Hotguy. I thought it was interesting that on his Insta account he stated he was a “Voice, audio lover”. What was that? Because at first, when I was chatting with him, I thought, yes, he was hot, but there are hot guys everywhere. It was curiosity that got me to him because he was placing voice before looks.
“What sounds do you like to hear?” I asked.
“Voices,” he said.
“Do voices make you horny?” I asked.
“Some do. Can I call you?” he asked.
“Sure.”
And so he did. The call was voice only. Step by step we talked dirty. He with a little broken English, and I was lost in my lust, imagining the guy in the pics doing dirty on me. Rubbing myself and showing him my boobs unfairly cos I turned my vid on and he didn’t. I preferred video chat because that gave me the chance to check the goods and to catch a catfish earlier on. Instead, he got a good view and I relented to voice cos he said he was shy.
To be honest, his voice wasn’t what I’d expected from his looks. I wondered if it was a habit. My imagination and expectations don’t match. Often, the guys I talked to with attractive voices weren’t visually as stimulating. Maybe voices gave the normal guys their extra leg up.
Maybe in our Internet age, we are giving ourselves more chances. With AI, online RPG games, Avatars, voices, and texting, we are no longer judging people only by the way they look. After a year of this, when meeting, did each person stand a bigger chance of finding their perfect match?
Sure. Maybe. And that's happily ever after. Or when friends, colleagues, and acquaintances gossip and say — How on earth did he or she level up? You’d feel a sense of pride.
To each his or her own, right? Your hotter partner could be lacking in something else that you could give.
Right. And Kdrama is real. The tropes of Cinderella or Frog Prince meeting their rich, handsome Cheobol guy, a beautiful woman, while playing online games and becoming online lovers despite societal norms. Good luck dreaming that. Reality is 96% not happening. Sorry to burst your bubble. And for a MILF Cougar, like myself, this whole happily ever after wasn’t what I wanted.
I’m in it for LUST, not LOVE.
Objectification is Number 1. Settling for anything less, is just selling out on my part, pity friend sex, and just blinding horny that I’ll hump a lamppost.
It doesn’t matter how I look. I had what that guy needed and lusted for. In such situations, I was confident enough to know I’m going to fuck a hot, young guy and he’d remember how awesome it was.
So what if I was older, curvier, and not as pretty as those young Asian dolls? I was going to blow his mind like he was going to blow mine.
The first voice sex we had was fun, despite the higher-pitched voice.
I had distinct likes — his voice to be mid-to-low range. I like my men to not sound like they are girls when they cum, and to grunt and moan like a man who had just ejaculated into a tight, warm pussy with a grip that wasn’t going to let his cock go till she milked him completely dry.
That cock was going to satisfy me. However, after many lessons learned, these virile young men with all-night stamina, was total bullshit. Or maybe I got myself too many stressed out, tired men who looks aside, can’t make it past 2am.
Looks like milking was for cows because the bulls were disappointing.
Hot guy had me dreaming. Him telling me of the moms he fucked and how he liked to do it and sending me videos of him jerking off only made it hard to concentrate. His sext vids were the ones I watched the most, and when I needed release and couldn’t find a guy online to play with, and was too lazy to meet new people, he was my go-to vid. Getting me to cum in under three minutes by re-running his vids close to five times.
My favorite vid was the one where he was sitting at the edge of a tub, naked in his young man splendor and being edged and jerked off by an older woman dressed in a sweater and pants.
It was the consistent motion of her hand, gripping his cock hard, slippery with the sound of oily wetness and the catch in his voice as he tried to hold back his moans and gasps. I never got to see if he came. He had other videos of those special times. But, the sound of his low voice repressed as he tried not to cum, that was beyond addicting.
I wanted to be that hand. I knew I could do better at least threefold. I want to be the woman who gets to jump on that long, thick hard cock and feel his warm seed finally ejaculating because my pussy was too tight and wet and my boobs smothering his face too much, he could no longer hold back.
And that would just be the beginning of us having sex all night long.
And Hotguy had to spoil it all with that stupid first pic. He had to send me this.
“Why did you send that?” I asked. The pic he sent was him in a black and white frilled maid dress with its hem above his knees on his hard, tanned thighs.
His body was smooth, muscled, lean, with chocolate abs, and long legs. His stomach ridges were crazy. He had a bodyscape for hands and lips to roll up and down from the tip of his ear, down his neck, to his wide shoulders, taut nipples, and down and down…you get my gist. Yum.
And then that maid costume. Damn him.
“Why are you sending me this?” I asked again. Pissed that he was breaking my fantasy. All the fun I had with him and with myself, because of this one act, seemed dumb right now.
His perversion had tipped over. No long, hard dick looks good with frills.
“It’s a joke for my friends,” he said.
“A joke?” My brows were pinched tight and I was trying not to scream. Not from excitement but from annoyance that I had to return to square one to find my perfect lust partner. We had already talked about meeting that coming summer and booking a hotel room on the same floor with my family so he could feel he was cuckolding H. Which was his fantasy but I was willing to follow along if that meant I got to see him.
He showed me a screenshot of his friends in his online game, with their faces blurred and that maid pic he sent them.
Fine. Be childish. Okay, I let it pass. We had a few more encounters because he kept calling to hear my orgasm voice and me leaving him my orgasm voice after masturbating to his vids and pics, made him super horny. He loved that and I was excited after seeing him being sucked by girls and wanting to do the same for him.
Something was up. The red flags were growing day by day.
“Why don’t we vid sex?” I asked him. I knew he was cumming because I could hear him but that Summer passed and when I was in Seoul, we didn’t meet. He said he couldn’t take the train to Seoul and had to work. And then he asked a weird question. One, which if I tell H, he would say abort at once.
I wished this was a story that I had fucked him and live happily ever after. There will be other stories about Hotguy. There was too much history between us not to write a few. But for now, I’m talking about maids and he wasn’t the only one who had a maid fetish in that weird way. For those guys, I’d asked why and one guy said he was bi, and his maid cosplays was one of the reasons why I didn’t speak to him for a year. Though regretfully, after finally meeting, the sex was awesome.
As for Hotguy again, that wasn’t the last maid pic he sent. Once in a while, he’d dropped one on me and each time, it took me days and weeks to get over them. Those maid pics did damage. I’ll explain later. For Hotguy, masturbating in that dress and shooting cum with those frills around him, was almost hard to swallow.
“You are not open-minded,” said H.
“Yeah. I’m not. I’m open but I’m not open-minded,” I replied. At this point, after two years, this is me. I am who I am. Curious about sex but have a strong taste and type to what I like.
And so what? I don’t give a fuck. Objectifying the men I meet, and wanting only East Asians and young, I do who and what I want.
Life is short. As of today, I tell myself again. No more settling for the next best. More dicks didn’t mean the best dick. Yes, I might be slowing, because being safe and healthy is beginning to mean more to me but also, being happy didn’t just mean having sex with randos.
If I wanted that big bang, maybe it takes more than a body. Maybe, there had to be a meeting of perverse minds. Weirdo Maidos were a no-go. Because, I’m an Asian MILF Cougar, curvy and thick. The world is mine to play.
I’m the queen, I choose when to roar.