AN: All dialogue, unless otherwise noted, is spoken in Japanese. For cultural objects that don't fully translate I've added a glossary at the end of the chapter. If New York was the city that never slept, then Terry thought Tokyo was the city that never dreamed. Its denizens pulsed through the neon veins of the city, on their way to work and back, or anot...
Two police officers were standing around the bar table. Their blue uniforms hugged tall, muscular, ivory physiques. They were in full uniform, having just come off duty and were asked to stop in for a drink. It was empty except for them as the sun cracked open the night's sky, and they just got off night shift. The owner was a member of their special group,...
I woke up to the sound of the rain beating against the window outside my apartment. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but I already knew that when I did, my room would be dark and gray. I wondered how long I could actually go without opening my eyes. I squinted tight and then sighed when I finally pried them opened. As I expected, it was dark and gray. Not to me...
Alicia Moore was the devil in disguise – at least that's what the consensus of my High School buddies was. We weren't in the "in crowd," although we were among the smartest kids in the class and good athletes in "minor" sports (not football or basketball where the prestige was) but we all considered ourselves "late bloomers." To every heterosexual guy that I...
Gentlemen, think back for a moment to when you were eighteen, a pastoral mid-summer night on a sandy shore of a deserted tree-lined lake, the only light from the stars, the moon, and a fragrant fire on the beach. Now add the fact that you're a wee bit stoned, drinking some brews with your closest friends. It's been more than a month since high school graduat...
Thanks to rnebular for his help. He is an excellent editor and always has good ideas. ***** My name is Tom Jefferson. Yeah, I know great name. This is the first part of my story. Tom Saturdays are always my day to do the things I need to do around the house. My wife, Jenny, usually has plenty of things for me to accomplish, now that the spring is finally...
In Canada, specifically the province of Ontario, high school sucked worse than anywhere else did on the continent. There's a reason for this. We had to go to school for five years. They had this thing where in order to go to university you had to have six OAC's (Ontario Academic Credits). The OAC year was the fifth year. And EVERYONE was expected to try to g...
Joanne's heart missed a beat. The rumours were true. There it was in black and white on the notice board: Michael Hurst, internationally famous dancer, was going to be a guest star with the company for the next season. Everybody was excited, and all the talk between classes and rehearsals centred on Michael Hurst. At the age of 25 he'd suddenly taken the da...
Steve fumbled through his cloths that hung in his closet. He wished that he could just pick something. He was packing for the weekend because he would be going over to his bud, Rick's, house. He attended school at the UW and a four day weekend for him was coming up. Steve was 21 years old and stood about 6' 1". He was a runner though he didn't compete anymo...
I was undecided in which category posts this story because it could have been posted in several of them; the story has incest-taboo, group sex, erotic couplings, first time and lesbian sex. But I decided to post it in the Loving wives category, because that's what is it. Is the story of a loving wife giving her husband a chance to make their dreams come true...