#017 Lyana the Asian Baby Girl (Part 1)

Lyana is a stereotypical Asian Baby Girl. She talks about her previous relationships and her ex-boyfriends, and she humiliates the only guy she claims she had sex with.

Note: This is a real story with real events, but the names have been changed and personal identifying information is always redacted in audio recordings and screenshots.

Warning: This is just a kink, and the content is meant for pleasure. If you are distressed, stop reading and seek help.

I met Lyana online a few days before her 21st birthday. She’s from the Philippines and she has all the bearings of the Asian Baby Girl: long lashes, dyed hair, long nails, full lips, curves, and an attitude that makes you absolutely weak for her. She frequently posts videos of her drinking and partying on her Instagram “spam account”. Her other account, the main one, is full of pictures of her in tight revealing outfits and top-notch makeup.

Lyana was one of those girls that could conceivably pursue a career in online sex work, if she so chose. If I learn months from now that Lyana opened an OnlyFans account, I wouldn’t be surprised at all. I think she’d do pretty well actually, given not only her looks, but her absolutely intoxicating personality. She would be most suited for Femdom-type content. I hope that personality shines through the recording snippets in this story, and you get to experience the effects she had on me.

Lyana worked remotely as a customer service advocate for a health insurance company in the US. The timezone difference means that she had to work night shifts, which she didn’t like. She started working at 10 PM at night and only finished by 9 AM the next morning. This was a bad schedule for her well-being overall, but I suppose it earned her good money, and that was the reason she did it.

“Uh, nothing much. It’s 09:14 in the morning. I just got home from work. Yeah, I work [inaudible], so I start working at 10 PM and then I will finish work at 9. No, I really hate it, I just got home. I work as a customer service advocate for a health insurance in America, so I kind of follow their schedule.”

I asked Lyana how tall she was, since I couldn’t tell from her pictures. Some Asian girls have a way of appearing much taller in the pictures they post online than they are in reality. Lyana asked me to guess, and I gave her a conservative estimate: 5' 1". She laughed and told me she was actually 5' 6", which was pretty tall for a Filipino girl, considering that the average female height in that country is not even 5'.

“How tall do you think I am? 5' 1"? Do I look that small? No, I am 5' 6".”

I asked Lyana if she was single, and she said she was. She was actually fresh out of a relationship that ended a month before. I asked her why she broke up with her boyfriend, assuming that a girl like her would always be the one to end a relationship. What guy wouldn’t want to be with a girl like Lyana? I was surprised to hear that she wasn’t the one who broke up. Lyana told me she was always the one getting her heart broken, or so she claimed anyway.

She and her ex-boyfriend were in a long-distance relationship for two years, a shockingly long period of time. Lyana told me she was working hard to save money to go visit him in his country, but he didn’t want to visit her in the Philippines. His excuse to break up with her was that even if she visited him in his country, they were going to go back to a long-distance relationship anyway, and he didn’t want that anymore. That was how Lyana’s heart was broken from this relationship. She didn’t seem that sad over it though, and I found it really hard to believe that a girl as attractive as Lyana would struggle at all to find someone new to replace this guy.

“Unfortunately yes. Well, I just got out of a relationship, so… Like a month ago. I didn’t break up, so I’m the only—I’m always the one getting like my heart broken. But my ex broke up with me ‘cause we were in a long-distance relationship for two years. I was working to come visit him, I was earning money. But he didn’t wanna come visit me, so he said like—regardless if I came to visit him or he came to visit me, we’re just gonna go back to long-distance relationship, and he said that he couldn’t deal with long-distance relationship, so yeah…”

I asked her where her ex-boyfriend was from. Lyana came across like one of those Asian girls who exclusively dated Western guys. It seems like the proportion of those girls is increasing year after year as the dating market becomes more global. If you talk to enough Asian girls like this, you’ll get a good sense of whether an Asian girl is one of them just from talking to her and paying attention to how she acts and speaks. It seems like there are only two types of girls in Asian countries: those who are traditional and exclusively date Asian guys with the same culture with the aim of starting a family, and those who exclusively date Western guys and to whom Asian guys are virtually invisible. Lyana seemed to be one of the latter.

Her ex-boyfriend turned out to be from Australia, a white guy like I expected. Lyana told me that out of all her relationships, this guy was “the greatest boyfriend” she’d ever had. The reason he was the greatest, however, was peculiar. Lyana said she was cheated on in all her relationships, except with this ex-boyfriend, so he won the trophy of the greatest boyfriend for the simple reason that he didn’t cheat on her. She said he was a “really nice dude”, although she did admit he made her feel bad sometimes. That, however, didn’t stop her from considering him the best boyfriend she’d had.

“Australia. I guess it is what it is. Hm? He was out of all my relationships, he was the most, uhm, the greatest boyfriend I’ve ever had. ‘Cause in most of my relationships I got cheated on. He didn’t cheated [sic] on me, but he was a really nice dude. But sometimes he made me feel [like] shit, but that’s just sometimes, but so… Ugh, he was a good guy.”

I asked her if she resented him for breaking up with her. She told me she didn’t have any hard feelings toward him, but she did admit she blocked him online. I asked her how she could possibly entertain a long-distance relationship for two full years of her life. She was young and sexy, after all, and there were undoubtedly countless guys in her immediate environment trying to get with her all the time, so why would she choose to date someone she couldn’t even meet up with in person? Lyana’s answer was that she felt a connection with that guy, even though she never met him in person.

“No hard feelings, but I blocked him. Hm? Yeah, I mean have you never been in a long-distance relationship before? Well, you know, sometimes—oh, for me, because I’ve been in a long-distance relationship, sometimes you feel the connection even though you haven’t met in person. So, I felt that way with my ex.”

I asked her if she wasn’t worried about the possibility of having been disappointed when she would finally have met up with him one day. Perhaps he wouldn’t be as attractive as she thought he was, or there would be certain things about him that would turn her off that she could only notice in person. Even more importantly, perhaps they would have sex and Lyana would realize they weren’t compatible sexually. She admitted that was a real possibility, and she told me it was something she would have had to see for herself the day she would have met up with him. But because they were no longer together, it was pointless to ponder the question.

“Hm? Nah. Wait, what do you mean? Like, I didn’t like him? Oh yeah, true. I mean, that’s something I don’t know, so [inaudible] possibility, but… That was something I was gonna try—oh, that I was gonna see, but I guess I can’t anymore since we’ve broken up. Yeah, I wish I knew, but I guess I can’t really tell you.”

I asked Lyana if she’d ever been in a proper relationship, not a long-distance one. She told me she only had one ex-boyfriend like that, but the irony was they ended up going the long-distance route anyway. I imagined this was another Western guy Lyana met in the Philippines, and their relationship became long-distance when he left the country. What happened between him and Lyana was funny: he cheated on her, but the cheating consisted in him getting a blowjob from a gay guy. He kept this from Lyana, and she only found out about it through a mutual friend of theirs.

Even though the guy “cheated” on Lyana, she chose to stay with him, and he was the one who broke up with her eventually. Lyana told me he was “very toxic”, but this wasn’t a surprise to me at all. Lyana was, after all, one of those girls who were attracted to toxic guys. If I had to guess, I would say that Lyana wasn’t one of those girls who wanted a normal boyfriend. She probably found those guys too boring. She struck me as the type of girl that yearned for risk and excitement, the type of girl who would be aroused by the “bad boys”, the guys who would inevitably cheat on her and break up with her and hurt her after treating her like shit in the relationship.

Not long distance? Uhm, one, but we actually ended up going long-distance after like half a year. Yeah, but we went on long-distance. But he cheated on me with a gay dude. He had a blowjob from a gay dude, and he never told me. He lied to me and he was very toxic, though. He had the audacity to break up with me, so… Hm? A mutual—ugh, a mutual friend of ours told me.”

I asked Lyana if she’d only been with one guy her whole life. To my surprise, she claimed she only slept with that one ex-boyfriend who cheated on her with the gay guy. I found it very hard to believe that a girl like Lyana would have a bodycount of one, but she told me she was scared of catching an STD, especially HIV. This was the reason she didn’t want to hook up with random guys, but she did say she might try it in the future. It sounded like she was open to the possibility, especially after her latest breakup.

“Hm? Yeah, I guess. Hm? Yeah, in person, yeah. Yeah, because he was my boyfriend? And I was scared to hook up with people because, you know, AIDS or STDs or whatever. So, I don’t wanna do that. I mean, it depends. Maybe I’ll try it, but I don’t know.”

I found it ironic that the reason Lyana only had sex with her ex-boyfriend was because she was afraid of catching HIV, while that same ex-boyfriend had a blowjob from a gay guy while they were together. I told Lyana this, and she said there was nothing she could have done about it because she didn’t know. She then proceeded to bash the guy’s looks by calling him ugly. I asked her why she dated him if he was. She told me it because she liked him, because he was “really sweet”.

She then proceeded to elaborate on his ugliness. She said he looked like an old man because his hairline was receding even though he and her were the same age. She also complained he was a “momma’s boy”. It sounded like Lyana was doubting her past choices, as if she was in the process of deciding never again to date a guy just because he was “nice” or “sweet”. It sounded like if she could go back in time, she would never have entertained that ugly guy for one second. I could feel through Lyana’s tone of voice a certain transformation she was going through. She was going from a good girl to a bad girl.

Hm? Well, I didn’t know FYI, so how would I know? I didn’t really have much choice, huh? So yeah… Eh, he’s ugly anyway. Hm? ‘Cause he was really sweet and I really like him. It’s not always about looks, you know? Yeah, his hairline was receding. He looks like an old dude. He’s my age. He was a momma’s boy, so… Mhm. That’s why just thinking back, just going back to it, I’m just like what the fuck? Mhm.”

I asked Lyana if the sex with the ugly guy was good at least. I assumed that perhaps the reason she tolerated his ugliness was because he had some huge dick that made Lyana go wild in bed or something of the sort. To my surprise, Lyana told me he was a “minute man”. I wasn’t familiar with the term, but I immediately knew what it meant: that he was a premature ejaculator. Lyana told me she wasn’t even exaggerating. She made it sound like he literally only lasted one minute in bed.

Lyana had a natural way of roasting people, and this guy was getting it pretty hard. I asked her if he could at least go longer for round two, thinking that perhaps he was one of those guys that just had to get the first orgasm out of the way before being able to last in the second round. This wasn’t the case, unfortunately. Lyana told me they would have sex three times a day, which she said meant sex for three minutes a day. I was shocked to hear all of this. Why did Lyana stick to a guy who was not only ugly, but a premature ejaculator who couldn’t satisfy her in bed? It all sounded incredible.

“No, he was a minute-man by the way. I’m not even exaggerating. A minute-man. Do you know what a minute-man is? Yeah. No. But we would do it like three times a day, I guess. Basically three minutes a day. Yeah… Eh, it is what it is.”

I found it thrilling that Lyana was still humiliating a distant ex-boyfriend of hers, years after they broke up. I wondered how many people got to hear Lyana roasting him for cumming too quickly, which is undoubtedly a very embarrassing and a very private part of that guy’s life. Did she only tell people she knew? Or did she also tell people he knew as well? How many people in that guy’s life knew from Lyana that he was a “minute man”? How many of those people did he still interact with regularly? Did they smirk sometimes while talking to him because of what they knew about him? Did he suspect anything? It must have been extremely humiliating for him.

I talked some more with Lyana, and she told me about her dating preferences race-wise, and the reasons for which she didn’t date guys from her country. Our conversation had the most unexpected end to it…

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