Part Black, Part Asian ALL BYTCH!
Unfortunately they are about the size of my breasts!!
Yes, while this story has had the best reception on the site almost of of the comments were about my 40Gs. I didn’t know it was THAT uncommon, I buy my bras from mainstream stores. The debate has even caused more than 10 people to send me emails asking if my breast really were” that big”. Gee thanks, nothing makes me feel like I have utters on my chest than that. I guess I’ll slink my circus-freak ass to Hammock R Us to get a new bra.
I follow really cute guys on twitter , its kinda like the most benign form of stalking.
I’m currently stalking…er ..following Alvin Lee.
What’s hotter than Deadpool? A cute dude penciling DeadPool. Cutest comic artist in my opinion. Except for that black french guy that works for DC. French people are sexy.
Like A Comet
Blazing ‘Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
I think the editors over at Literotica hate me now, or at the very least wanted to make an amusing example out of me. I submitted the story “The Parable of Mr.Lim” to them. For good measure I had it guest edited and when I copy and pasted the story into the submission form, I submitted the guest editor’s suggestions and not the final revision of the story that I intended too.
I had a bunch of comments saying that I wasn’t talented, that I was stupid and lazy. The people that added me as a fav author took me off thier list.
I think this was done deliberatly , Literoritca rejected “Spa Treatment” becuase I have 5 mispelled words. I find it pretty hard to believe that they would over look the fact that this was obviously not the right file.
What should I do , should I just delete all my stories from there ?
Someone Set Us UP the Date!! :
For Great Justice Revome every article of clothing..
In Holloween AD 2006
Date for infantry man was beginning.
Lt.Chong send N’jaila IM, N’jaila heart saunters joyfully. N’jaila thought Lt.Chong got dead. N’jaila begin by running around in frantic says “What happen?” She good looking and has long legs, big boobs but not knowing whatever happen? joys are a golden poem sunny day for Lt. Chong,
“Somebody set up us the date.” He not know what to how to act, he being short is quviering like untouched ewe, but very thankfully Lt.Chong soon talks instead says “We go out.”
N’jaila is stupid so accepts. She never know what is best she say or do so expels, “OKAY!” N’jaila being of smartness saves day again and presents to him “Mini skirt , a turn on?”
The smelly, lustful, merrigold cab pulls up and Lt.Chong appears in coolness of his Express Men Suit. He not looking too unfriendly but N’jaila still upset she not know what to do before and say “It’s you!!” As if this proves something.
Lt Chong greets in kindly sadfull tone of horny adolescent, “How tall are you ??!!?” He pause for only a micrometer but does not let stupid good looking long leg N’jaila talk again and declares “All your breast are belong to me. You are on the way to expensive restaurant. What Your sign?” Lt Chong smirking as ever because he knowing he well see stupid N’jaila naked and waits for stupid remark of N’jaila.
N’jaila does not disappoint Ltd and only replies with “What you say!!”
Lt Chong very bored with clothes of N’jaila and decides to apartment return with her again. He merely depressed her with War stories with mouth as is fun to do and enunciate, “I have no chance to survive make remove your shirt.” N’jaila is randy. Lt. CHong is happy. “Ha ha ha ha?.”
Lt.Chong still in heat shout “Take off every thong!.” N’jaila who has not much sense , follows bizarre order of Lt Chong. N’jaila is discouraged because she know he good looking and might die and only say, when he misses her rosy secret she whisper, “You know what you doing?”
N’jaila and Lt.Chong still befuddled start whispering to selves about turning on or off the light. Lt. Chong now very tired and 3 years sans rosy secret shout ‘” Got there?”
N’jaila still caring that Lt. Chong is good looking and may die. Distraught as two gorrillas hovering into canapy of ruby red sunshine She spreads. Lt. Chong grunt and roll over. N’jaila repeat for her “It was for great justice…”
Suddenly Lt. Chong tell story of ripped up dead friends , and torn in two baby. N’jaila is so unhappy because the Lt.Chong can’t seem to move “zig” agian. Goes to sleep, away and she now has new not so great bed sharer
I posted before about Park Chan Wook’s vampire movie Thirst , well really I just talked about how much I was wanted to ride Kang Ho Song face like Seabuscuit.
IGN released the red band version of the movie and it looks GOOD and very sexy. This should give me lots of inspiration :3
I hope that Twatlight lady watches it and commits seppuku out of shame.
From Angry Asian Man
korean workers file discrimination suit… against korean owners In New Jersey, two former employees of Southpole, a hip hip fashion clothing company, filed a lawsuit claiming the company discriminates against Korean workers. Thomas Pyo and Tae Wook Rim says they and other Korean employees were forced to work long hours without overtime pay, while non-Koreans were encouraged to work regular hours: Discrimination suit filed against clothing maker.
According to the lawsuit, the discrimination was either “policy” or “practice” at the company, where 90 percent of the 300 employees were of “Korean national origin.” The kicker: the company was founded by two Korean brothers. The defendants in the suit are David Khym and Wicked Fashions Inc., which does business as Southpole.
The suit accuses them of violating the federal Civil Rights Act, New Jersey’s anti-discrimination law, and the federal overtime wage laws. Pyo and Rim seek damages and legal costs, and the suit seeks class action status, saying there could be more than 500 workers with similar claims against the company.
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My ex worked at SoutPole, he was Korean and said he couldn’t take it anymore. Now if only the guys at LG will wise up and speak up against slave labor.
T. Watanabe was a 38 year old graphic designer from Brooklyn, only 5’7 but strikingly handsome and tragically hip. Like most hipsters he spent his Fridays reliving his days at NYU at St.Mark’s place. That’s where he met me. We hit it off instantly and I gave him my number.
When he called a week or so later to invite me to his loft I was ecstatic. Its not everyday that I met a man who isn’t afriad to date a girl who is three inches taller than him, who has a fetish for six inch heels. He was also just adorable.
I was 19 and the skinniest in my life, so my lingerie collection at that time was vast beyond comprehension. I picked out my favorite lucky comb or black lace accenting white satin and put on a slinky black dress. I was ready to turn heads and break some hearts.
It took me a little longer than anticipated to get to Brooklyn I was lost and unfamilliar, since I got there so late we decided to skip going out for dinner and a movie and just chill at his place. I was thrilled I felt so grown. This was the frist time I was at a man’s home without him being a memeber of my church or a family friend. I felt like a wild woman. I was determined to bed this man in the name of my own liberation.
Looking back he was nothing but a gen-X slacker that refused to grow up, his home looked more like a dorm than the living space of an acomplished adult, He didn’t even have a couch. He was hot so I didn’t care that his bed was pretty much just two matresses on the floor. It was comfy.
He cooked me pasta ( which was awful vegan crap) and played Wonderwall on his aucustic guitar, which is spanish fly for co-eds. After his serande I made my move, I shly put my lips to his and he gladly accepted.
He had very sexy full lips and they were heaven to taste.
“Can you sleep over?” he asked with a smirk.
“Oh yeah, I can, I don’t have school on friday.” I answered truthfully.
“School?”
“yeah, school”
“How old are you?” he asked pulling away from me.
“I’m going to be 19 next week. Why?”
He grimanced. “You’re only 18? I thought you were at least 20.”
“Does 2 years make that much of a diffrence?” I smiled coyly and kissed him on the cheek.
“My little sister is 21, I ussually have a rule to not date girls youger than my little sister.”
“Well that rule sucks penis.” ( this is actually what I siad. I was 18 what do you want from me?)
“I would be taking advantage of you, you’re just a girl, I can’t.”
I pouted and pulled my dress back down, I turned away from him feeling quite defeated, but being the quick thinking girl I was I thought of an out.
“Its 1 am , I don’t want to walk home all by myself, can I just stay here for tonight.”
He looked unconvinced.
“We can just watch movies.” I smiled innocently.
“Oh, okay.”
We ended up watching the original Zatoitchi : the Blind Swordman after discovering we both had a soft spot for meloramatic samuri flicks. Halfway through the movie I made my move.
“I’m sleepy.” I siad through a fake yawn.
“I guess you can sleep next to me.”
“Okay” I siad giggling on the inside. I peeled off my little black dress and nochilantly drapped it on his wierd looking artist chair. I sat next to him on the bed and gracefully took off my thigh highs. Then a lay next to him and closed my eyes. It was about 20 minutes before he turned the movie off and took off his pants. I don’t know if he thought i was really sleeping or not but I took the oppertunity to “accidentally” brush my hand agianst his crotch. He had a thick cock and it was hard and ready.
He gently took my hand and placed it by my side, I thought the game was lost. Then his hand
slowly rested on my thigh and he ever so lighlty traced the line of my thigh hips and waist. He followed swirling lace of my chemise. My breasts where almost spilling out of the demi cups of the chemise and he stealthfully tugged until he could see just a hint of areaola. He turned away from me with a groan.
I scooted my body toward him and put my arm around him.
“You arn’t asleep ,are you?”
“Nope”
“Go to sleep N’jaila” he said gruffly.
“Give me a good night kiss first,” I cooed as I playfully tousled his hair, he was silent.
“What is one more little kiss going to do? I coaxed.
“You’re a stubborn girl.”
“No, just still a brat.”, I took his soft hand and placed it on my softer thigh.
“One- and then I’m going to sleep.”
He turned around and we melted into each other. His hands were warm and softer that any other man’s I ever felt. They were heavenly on my body. It wasn’t long before I was stroking his fat cock through his boxers.
With all the blood it took to erect him , there wasn’t enough for his moral mind and his lustful one. Any sense of hesitation was gone.
He rolled on top of me and playfully buried his face in my breasts.
“I’ve never seen tits this big. I want to taste them,” he said. ” I want to taste you.”
Before I could react he was trying to force his face between my legs. I had never been on the receiving end of oral sex. The thought of man staring into my quivering virtue unnerved me. I had never seen it and I didn’t know if it was weird looking or not.
I thrust my hands down and intercepted his waiting smile.
“Wait, I’ve never done this before.”
His face was brighter than Christmas. I could his body shudder in sheer delight. I assume that he thought I mean I had never had sex before. Nothing could be further than the truth. I just never had oral sex. He seemed to be excited that I didn’t say anything.
“You’ll like it, let me, please?” He begged.
I relaxed my legs and he gently moved the cloth of my lingerie to the side. His breath was like fire and relaxed my body and let it engulf me. His wet , delicate tongue prodded politely around my privates, I wondered ,When is this going to get good? Sadly it didn’t. Perhaps this was his first time as well.
When he figured I was ready he slid his boxers down and knelt before men, his face like a child walking through the gates of Disney World. His breathing was heavy and he muttered excitedly to himself about how I was “only 18”, it seemed to titillate him now. He slowly rubbed his member on my opening. His breaths even more heavy and short.
He was bigger than my ex and when he tried to enter me, nothing happened. I was like trying to fit a Red oak tree in a doggy door. It just plain didn’t fit. I was worried he would be angry, that i had gotten him so excited and he couldn’t consummate his desires. My worries were unfounded and he seemed even more aroused than when he was licking me.
His face was red , his heavy breaths became labored breaths. T. was having a mild heart attack. I didn’t figure this out at frist, it wasn’t until he kinda started wheezing that I clued in. I ran to his living room and called 911, I didn’t know his address so I had to find his mail to tell the operator where to find us. They came is what seemed like forever. They took him and I was half way to the hospital before I realized I really had no way home from there.
I ended up staying the night in a chair next to T’s bed.
What T didn’t tell me is that he had a weak heart since his was a teen. He actually JUST had surgery on it a month prior to this. He as told no sex for at least three months.
This was our frist and last date.
The Sims 3 and hot hot Henny all in one day it’s too much for me to take!
*faints*
Oh and how come they don’t show his sexy ass in the preview… does anyone know who is that sexy ass hunk of chocolate needing a heart transplant in the preview. <3
I picked up my mail that was left over from school and what did I find?A graduation gift!
YAY!
Just wanted to say thank you to the nice man that donated to me in the form of yummy treats.
Yes, My absence was due to me buckling down and graduating college, and the subsequent week long party that followed. After that was the horrible process of moving into my frist apartment. I’m a real life adult , OH GOD!.
In honor of me graduating into the real world I will post my top 6 college sexcapdes. Why six, I like to go one step further than facebook.
I will also be doing this to launch the new format which will include erotic vignettes, and dirty quickly type stories. I noticed many of my male readers wanted shorter stories that got into the smut and my female readers wanted even longer stories and sequels to stories already posted. So I’m going to listen and try to make everyone happy. Quickies will be posted while longer stories are being written.
Thanks for sticking around, I’ve noticed that even when I was on break there were people still coming and clicking :3
luv
‘Jaila
My Alma mater, is for the most part a commuter school and becuase of this the school wasn’t ready for the volume of students in my class that needed to dorm. In response my school let all non freshman under 21 to dorm at a local hotel. It was wonderful. Celebrity parties, wedding crashing and a lounge on the roof.
When the lounge wasn’t being used for private parties it was the unofficial make-out point for us students, that was until the hotel manager locked us out at night. The lock was electronic, so we had no way of picking it to continue the party.
My boyfriend at the time was a 27 year old who peaked in college, while he got his degree he never graduated from girls in their teens. S.K was a handsome guy, a little too pale for my personal taste but his chiseled features and sculpted physique made up for it. He was a jock, the kind of man that every high school girl wants, and every college chick gets becuase she wanted one in high school.
His nickname was Clark Kent, in his glasses he seemed a mild mannered guy, but when he took them off on the football field he was Superman. And a lot good that did post his high school football career.
Anyway, it was April, and there were so many storms. It seemed like every night it rained. On this particular night S.K and I were watching the movie Bad Santa when the lights went out. The entire hotel was out, even emergency lights were dim. Being the adventurous young people we were we decided this was the apt opportunity for a romp in a semi-public place – the now unlocked lounge.
Since the elevators were obviously not working we took the stairs, he then had the brilliant idea to go to the roof. Yes, the roof, despite the fact that were were on one of the tallest buildings in the area, and there was a giant storm,he wants to go on the roof.
I was only wearing his white work shirt , panties and flip flops, I was freezing walking up the stairs to the roof. Thanks to the loss of electricity the lock on the door was disabled, and all we had to do was push the door open. All the chairs were covered to protect them from the rain so we ran to the gazebo like structure. Soaking wet and shivering I tried my best to concentrate on his warm kisses.
His white shirt clung to my wet body almost as tightly I clung to him. The wooden bench in the gazebo seemed slimy to me so he lifted me up against its wall and I wrapped my legs around him. We then loudly and aggressively consummated our romance. Just as I was sure S.K was going to reach his peak the roof of the gazebo, having taken on too much water and strangely inverted.
Suddenly I wasn’t having sex , I half naked in my friend’s dark dorm room. My roommate sobbing “You killed her , you killed her” and my RA asking S.K why we were on the roof.
What started out as a sexy porn caliber romp ended with me going to the emergency room for a concussion and being written up by the RA.
Every time my speech unexpectedly slurs I’ll think of my S.K and my days as a crazy co-ed.
I made a post a while back about my excitement to see Daniel Henney as Agent Zero in the Wolverine movie. Well I saw the midnight showing…. worst movie EVAR! I’m not even touching what they did to Deadpool. Oh …and dude from the Black Eyed Peas is there for no god damn reason.
I don’t know why he was even cast in the movie, seeing as Agent Zero was German but whatevs. He only had like 5 lines, and he luaghs about killing old people. He looked hot in the trailer but he looked pretty podgy in the film. The plot of the movie was a hodgpodge of uninteresting crap. It was like they had about 20 scripts couldn’t pick a good one so they just took pages from all of them and shuffled them at random.
I almost didn’t bothter seeing it becuase freaking MTV Splash Page put his death scene online the day before the bloody movie came out! BOO MTV! BOO.
All in all, thi movie is worthless to everyone, fans and new comers alike. Avoid at all cost.
I guess I’ll wait for GI Joe and Ninja Assasin to see hot Korean Actors in big US productions that DON’T SUCK.
As for why the new story isn’t up. I’m not done with it yet. I’m working on the photo shoot and finals. I’m having a lot of stress and I don’t know what I’m going to do. So for all the patient people that have been waiting here’s a tease. An illustrated a cover page of sorts for the new story “The Red Ring of Death”
My photographer has booked his ticket to the states! Whoo hoo.
I’ve very rarely felt horny…I feel like I’m the only girl in college not getting laid when ever they feel like it.
I talked to my ex the other day, post coital. He told me about the girl he left me for a 28 year old virgin. Apperently I just wasn’t lovable becuase I wasn’t “pure”. It pissed me off, mostly becuase he told me he’s only with me becuase he has low self esteem. He actually said this too me , with a straight face while in my bed. IN MY BED.
I think the cruelty of the whole situation is just now hitting me. I’ve never felt so disgusting, not becuase he thinks I’m a fat ugly negro that is beneath him, but becuase I let that asshole in my bed to begin…. and after its all said and done, I’m most likely going to beg him to go to the spring formal becuase I have no one else to take me.
I wish guys liked the glasses wearing nerdy N’jaila as much as they liked the flexible sex pot pole working N’jaila.
One my awesome sexy oppas took me for Pho32 back in Pal Park. It was so good to be back home. I studdied for this math test for almost 48 hours striaght when he came and got me. We only got to hang out for two hours but it felt so good and picked up my spirits.
Everyone please pray for me.
oh and Pho is happier together :3
On Tuesday, State Rep. Betty Brown (R) caused a firestorm during House testimony on voter identification legislation when she said that Asian-Americans should change their names because they’re too hard to pronounce:
“Rather than everyone here having to learn Chinese — I understand it’s a rather difficult language — do you think that it would behoove you and your citizens to adopt a name that we could deal with more readily here?” Brown said.
Brown later told [Organization of Chinese Americans representative Ramey] Ko: “Can’t you see that this is something that would make it a lot easier for you and the people who are poll workers if you could adopt a name just for identification purposes that’s easier for Americans to deal with?”
Yesterday, Brown continued to resist calls to apologize. Her spokesman said that Democrats “want this to just be about race.”
Fuck this old ass 씨발년아! As if Asian Americans are the only group whose names are difficult to pronounce. First off, Chinese Americans surnames are usually pretty easy so she sounds extra ignorant. How can she not say this is about race? Norse names , African names and slavic names are pretty hard for man Joe Six Pack American to pronounce but she only talks about Asians.
Here’s the video-
FUCK THAT BITCH.
N’jaila Rhee
( fuck you if you can’t pronounce it)
Well, first the inspiration for my story , A Day at the Office sent me a donation in the form of new shoes for dancing! The pair was on my Amazon Wish list. They are SO hot! Nothing picks a girl up from a funk than shoes.
My brother who I adore more than life itself, took me out for one of my favorite meals, Pho! Nothing makes me happier than making happy Pho!
New story coming, I know I always say it but after the 14th I won’t have as much academics to worry about.
Here is the roster of stories comming up:
He send me a text apologizing… which makes feel kinda like a jerk. He said he was studying for a midterm and he hasn’t slept for days.
So either this either complete bullshit and whatever ho he thought he could plug becuase he pulled me laughed in his face, or he’s telling the truth and I’ve acted like a total cunt
Then again… what mature rational person ignores people that asking if they are okay? Why did he ignore me ? he wasn’t studying in the lobby.
I shouldn’t be concentrating on this… I have the most important math test of my life on the 13th of April. Everyone pray for me to do well!