These stories are based on my crazy fun life. More info about me in bio. The tall muscular Andrew Jackson looked over the office of the Japanese company he had just acquired. It was the CEO corner office on the 11th floor filled with expensive furniture. Andrew had never owned companies in Japan before but from what he had read when he had googled Japanes...
Pt. 4- FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES The Japanese Ambassador's Crimes {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experiences. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolate fi...
Here I was, on a Super Constellation. Heading to NAS Atsugi, Japan. Me, a South Georgia farm boy that had never been away from home. I had completed Storekeeper's School in San Diego, and my first duty station was an AF (refrigerator ship) out of San Francisco. My first duty was Mess Cooking. Army recruits would know this as KP, but the Navy was different....
Don't forget to vote or leave a comment. Hopefully you like how the story is progressing! And my apologies for being away for so long. _______________________________________ "I can't make it in today. I feel like shit." Kaori shivered and sank deeper into her blankets. "But, Minamoto-san, we can't shoot the scene without you," her assistant's nervous vo...
All my wives were trophy wives. Without exception people would tell me that my wife was better looking than I deserved. Couldn't agree with them more. They were hot. They were so hot in fact that I couldn't hold on to them for very long without getting' burned. Takes a lot of money to keep a hot number happy. This story is about my third ex-wife. We had so...
Yuunagi was a high-class call girl who catered to wealthy Japanese businessmen when they were in town. She was considered to be one of the top guns in the business, and getting her for the video was a coup...allegedly. She looked like she was high maintenance. Her price to appear in Soapland was excessive, as in two thousand dollars excessive, but Donkey wa...
A lazy sunny Sunday in July, out in the beyond, the middle of nowhere, the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house, a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint, filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging, broken down porch. Abandoned, surrounded by out of control weeds, large bald spots of ground surround...
As Salam Alaikum, folks. My name is Mira Masayuki-Jones, and I'm a Japanese-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Bet that last bit definitely got your attention. You don't see a lot of Muslims in the Japanese Diaspora, partly because of my people's xenophobia and their devotion to the Shinto faith. I will forever be the odd woman out...
Julie sat behind her desk mulling over the photographs she'd received in the mail that day. She needed four contestants, each with a different hair color but choosing them became difficult for all were so beautiful. Finally, after narrowing down the entries by color, she made her decision according to the woman's first name. On her notepad, she scribbled the...
Kiyomi stepped off the plane, thankful the journey was over. She was to find her American family, the Daltons. She had studied American culture, and was happy so much of it embraced Japanese entertainment (manga, anime, and video games) since she was also into these things and their American counterparts. She saw a middle aged man and woman, and recognized t...