Old Japanese Toilets Stories

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Strangers in the Night

by yummicreme on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

When I was 21 and had just graduated from university I decided to take a month long holiday travelling across Europe. At the time you could get a train ticket that let you take almost any train in Europe for a month. Bargain! About three days into my journey I was taking a train from Brussels to Athens. It was late at night, hot, sweaty and the train was so...

Erika, Drew, and I

by Labial on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

My old Japanese girlfriend Erika and I had been seeing, fucking, and living together for about three years and over that period, our sex life had become progressively hotter and much more adventurous. When we first fucked, it was a pretty straightforward affair but it wasn't long before I was shaving her hairy Japanese pussy and asshole while she spread hers...

White Guys in Japan

by kulit on Oct 18, 2007
Interracial

I was in the guys toilets taking a piss at the urinal, there was another white dude student standing beside me at the other urinal. I heard some giggling and turned around to see four Japanese girls standing behind me. I noticed a couple of them from my class. I was shocked as to why they were in the guys toilets. Two of them were inspecting the dick of the...

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The Prisoner

by Tory_del_Ricoh on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

This story is dedicated to my father, a prisoner of the Japanese for four years in WWII. Sadly he died before I ever understood the things that he must have experienced. My lack of understanding no doubt contributed to the estrangement between us, and my inadequate attempts to reconcile prior to his death. As I researched the story, I found many accounts fr...

The World is Her Toilet Ch. 04

by nopjans on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

Chapter 4: The Japanese Garden Betty awoke feeling refreshed and smiled as she recalled the acts of piss vandalism she and Kelsey perpetuated earlier that morning. The evidence would be gone by now, but maybe she would walk by the Metro Rail System Authority and take a peek anyway. Today might hold its own opportunities for naughtiness. A few weeks ago, Be...

Extreme Big Brother - Day 01-02

by TheOtherTeacher on Oct 10, 2017
Group Sex

DAY ONE. TIME – 7pm "And the last to join our Big Brother house is...Matt!" As the announcer's voice echoed above me, I walked through the tunnel, opened the door at the end, and blinked heavily as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights in the new room. It was a huge living room, with couches against all the walls. 4 coffee tables and a dozen beanbags wer...

Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 03

by Scheherazade88 on Sep 15, 2017
First Time

They call me Al-Asi but that is not my real name it, however, reflects who I am better than my real name. For me, the name is a testament that it's possible to defy the place you are born into. I'm not an educated girl, I can barely read and write, but I'm a poet and narrator, because I know how to tell a story. The name gives a clue to my origins; I'm from...

David's Girls' Academy

by Thorilla on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

It was the autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my new hobby of bird watching. Walking along a quiet country lane near Spathford one Saturday morning, I was on the look out for Nuthatches and Tree Creepers, small birds which literally walk up tree trunks. I passed a large Oak wood, hedged off from the lane, and with my binoculars I saw so...

Hiroko

by luvanuki on Sep 11, 2017
Interracial Love

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...

Fluffy's Futures: Cara Ch. 03

by Vixandra on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

I pulled the map that had been delivered to me at work hours earlier out at a stop light- almost there, I thought, noting the street names, glad they were in English as well as Kanji. I ended up being about ten minuets early, so I used the time to slip out of the bike suit and check the plaits in my skirt. Once everything fell right and I was comfortable, I...