The café was warm, filled with low chatter and the pungent scent of roasting coffee. A jazz band sent its smooth sound over the vast expanse of crowded tables. Seated by the window, Hyuga bent his head over his sketch book, silently absorbed in the task of laying out the scene around him. His pencil glided across the page; he glanced around frequently to tak...
I assumed that Christmas of 1977 was going to be a bust for me anyway, so when the Bangkok office chief asked for a volunteer to go on temporary duty—TDY—to Tokyo over the Christmas and New Year's holiday to cover for the leaves of the bureau chief and deputy there, I said, "Why not?" My family was flying back to the States for December because my wife insis...
Hey guys, sorry for not posting in almost three months. I have been really busy lately and I have only had time to pick this up while traveling through Europe during the summer break. Thank God for the break. This is the last installment of the series and I am thankful for all the comments you guys have provided! ***** We stood there like a frozen tableau...
Apologies to all. I am working right now and I have no idea how fast I can write. Please bear with me. I have already submitted Ch. 03 but it seems tied up in review so I have no idea when it will be released. This is good on its own although its real utility will be seen soon. And yes, the names are correct, no typos =) I slumped into my window seat a...
"We will have the silence of Shunga." It was the first thing I'd heard the film director we were trying to land speak during the first production meeting on the movie Winter in Niseko. Knut Johansen was the reason we were freezing our tails off here in Oslo, Norway, in the winter. Atmospherics. Johansen was all about atmospherics. We could just as well have...
Author's Note - This chapter was kind of a pain in the ass, but I still had fun writing it. I've received a couple emails commenting on my epic grammar skills. I probably read my manuscripts a dozen or so times before I post 'em (and just as many times again AFTER I post), but I always miss one or two things. Even had to put in a last minute revision for c...
So there is graduation, eventually, and my old boyfriend doing hard time and me looking over my shoulder to see if the pigs are looking for his old fuck-toy. I wasn't political, there should have been no reason for them to come after me, but they say you are only paranoid if they are not out to get you. I laid low senior year, and interviewed well with the...
The final chapter for this story. It's 2.27am right now, my energy levels are zilch and I've just completed it. My bad, and I'll try to release all the chapters at once for a story next time. Have fun. ***** "Jake." I turned to look at the person who'd called out my name. Keisuke was standing several paces behind me, an unreadable expression on his face....
My first erotic fiction, actually. Thanks for all the comments on this story. It's a good ego-booster. Constructive criticism is fine by me, too. I once saw something a Literotica author posted; an author's only reward is feedback, so if you like the story, go ahead and give a holler. Enjoy. ;) ***** Kei was naked, his tight ass waving in front of my eyes....
I was bent over on my belly on the conference table and the hunky blond attorney was riding me hard from behind. I still had on my tie; my shirt, unbuttoned; and my shoes and socks clipped to supporters wound just below my knees. But otherwise I was naked. He started a maddening rotation of his cock inside me, and I was giving little urping sounds. To let th...