All characters are over 18. The envelope sat neatly centered on his desk, his name inscribed on the creamy paper in delicate calligraphy. Roger lowered himself into his chair, his eyes shifting left and right before they returned to his desk He pressed a button on his phone and said, "Debbie, did I have any visitors while I was at lunch?" "No, Mr. Travers,...
"Hey, hey, hey, Tanaka," a eighteen-year old Chinese boy said to Reo after the peeper opened his own apartment's front door, the Chinese gangster speaking Japanese with a Chinese accent. "I'm Li Wei. I fuck a new girl, or woman, each week. Sell people, buy them, the usual. And a mutual friend of ours hired my services. She wants me to entertain you, so you w...
I was in my second year of a joint language and law master's degree at a major US university. The work had kept me busy, and while I'd kept my hand in dating some of my fellow grad students, nothing had seemed to click. Then one day I was sitting down at my favorite street cafe on campus when a cute brunette coed sat down at the table beside me. She was quit...
Author's Note: Friendly reminder. I don't speak Japanese ... or Romanian. *** Ana's blood chilled in her veins. Within a second, many different thoughts jumbled in her mind. A small but cozy apartment. A stove with only two burners. Shoes left in a genkan. A teenage girl's legs with a pair of long, baggy socks. Cheezy pop music blasting from a CD pla...
She stands to the left of the desk as one looks in the doorway. She's to the right of the executive himself. Just to the right of his right hand to be exact. He sits behind eight gleaming feet of deeply polished rosewood, one of many fine appointments in the room. He examines the spreadsheet before him. His right hand lies extended, palm up, not touching h...
She stopped me with the word "massaji"—she was tiny, no more than 5 feet tall and so thin she must have weighed less than 90 lbs. She had a white top that showed her midriff and a pair of tight jeans that hugged her slim legs and hips. A cel phone, decorated to show her individuality in the way that all young Japanese did, dangled from her belt. I asked in E...
Thanks to all for reading and commenting...and for sticking with this for going on three years! Please keep leaving your comments, it really gets me writing. Vinkb ____________________ Night was falling, and at his home, Saburo was not weathering the increasing desperation of his situation well. "I have to get to them before they leave Japan!" he fumed. "...
Of course, after such experiences, I had left for Italy full of nostalgia, longing to be in Japan again. But I did not ever think to move there for good. As someone wisely said, tourism is one thing, emigration is another. And this applies to Japan more than to many other places. To integrate in Japan, for a foreigner, is really difficult, from the cultural...
I remember the first time that I saw a Mustang. It was a brand new '64 powder blue with a white top. It was pretty compared to what was around in those days. Many of the new car models were boring until the Mustang added some excitement to the mix. I lusted over Mustang's until I bought my first one in '85, a black GT with a 5 speed and two tone charcoal g...
Scoff not, jaded Literoticans. Some of this is true. It happened to me in Japan in November 2016. All persons depicted were over the age of 18 years at that time. Including Hiroko!! ***** Shin-Kobe to Okamoto on the Hankyu Kobe railway line is a delight to travel. I never tired of the passing parade of Japanese faces, the mothers with children and elderly...