Asian Candy

All Rights Reserved- This diary is fictional and not based on any persons living or dead.   Any similarity is purely coincidental. Asian Candy Book 1, Diary of a Single Asian Female, is now available on Amazon!  See sample chapters here. We are giving away copies of Diary of a Single Asian Female on Amazon for free ! January4 th --My Mother Found My Dildo W hen we first came to the United States, we lived in a dingy one bedroom in Chinatown.   Eventually, after my parents saved their money, they moved to a house in Brooklyn. My mother took my hand and led me to the dresser that used to be mine and showed me a dildo.   Well, my dildo. Now I don’t want you to think I’m a nympho or anything like that. I used this dildo only once, out of curiosity. It was too pointy, and being a germaphobe of sorts, I thought it was kind of dirty to be putting something in myself over and over again. My mother op...

  

Characters in Asian Candy-- Diary of a Single Asian Female Character Backgrounds Candy   Underdog Poor Struggling Humble Young Pretty Sexy Candy Candy is a 25-year-old beautiful single Asian woman in New York City  looking  for Mr. Right while having fun shopping and dining in the big city. She goes on many dates, mostly with men she meets on the Internet. Most of the dates don't result in anything exciting until she meets a hot Wall Street banker who leads Candy to sexual awakening of previously unknown heights. Candy has a lot of student loan and credit card debt; her NYU degree and life in the big city do not come cheap. Candy must find a sugar daddy to help pay the bills. Will she find a sugar daddy who will also fulfill her deepest sexual needs? Will she meet Mr. Right? Read about Candy's NYC dating adventures in Diary of a Single Asian Female: Dating Adventures in NYC. Candy is an immigrant from Taiwan who arrived in New York City as a y...

January 8th-- The Podiatrist Love Slave with a Foot Fetish     All my life I had been pretending.    Pretending I was not where I was.   I am the daughter of immigrants. When we moved to New York from Taiwan, I pretended I was destined for better things.    I knew I was destined for better things.   I ignored the other immigrant children around me. Ignored the bully who pulled on my sweatshirt. Ignored my father when he yelled about the noodles being too soft. My father used to say I was living an imitation of life.   My mother always told me, “ Ni yongyuan shi zhongguo ren .”   You will always be Chinese.   But they had never heard of fake it ‘til you make it. So, I now carry my designer pocket books, wear my heels high, and live like a socialite.   Well, sort of. I am a single Asian woman in New York City. That means being an attractive target with men who have yellow fever. I took the online rou...