Once, on the impulse of the morning, the Geisha Maiko and I strolled to the forest to see the cherry blossom in bloom. Our lovemaking had left our limbs aching. The close air of the inn constricted our lungs. We needed air. Petals, shaken free by the breeze, rained upon us. We were moved to pen haiku. “Beneath the blossom Finite as youth and beauty Your eyes stir desire.” I respond. “Peach juice sates my thirst I will thi...

As dreams of Jan dominating me filled my head I was awaken by a gentle hand on my shoulder rocking me slightly. Casey, the tall and stunningly attractive cabin crew in charge of our section was waking me up. 'So sorry to wake you but you sounded like you were having nightmares and needed to make sure you were OK,' she told me. 'Also, I've brought you dinner.' She indicated the tray on the table off to my left where there...

It was astonishing what Yuki Aso knew about the candidates she was interviewing for the role. When Taro Takeda entered her office, she knew everything. She knew the types of pornography that he enjoyed. She knew that he had registered on an escort website but never paid for a girl. Perhaps he had been drunk and thought better of it sober. She knew he played video games. She knew he was lonely. They looked each other over,...

Coming into the building, I realized it was the girls’ dormitory. Confused, I looked at the envelope with the keys and the contract papers again. But there it was all written, my name, address, and room number. Which also stood printed on the keys. I entered my new student dorm room, relieved to have one at all. It was not easy to secure university accommodation these days, but this had been surprisingly simple. It wasn’t...

While Keiko was sucking and fucking her English lover, Mark, I was fucking Yoshie. The second time I saw Yoshie was one Saturday night while I helped out at a friend’s Japanese pub and Yoshie walked in with a woman I knew, and secretly disliked, named Yumi.  I had never forgotten Yoshie with her willowy body and long wavy hair; I had met her at a party a few years before and she would cross my mind from time to time. The...

Keiko met her sixteen-year-old lover at the indoor pool of the high rise condo in downtown Sydney she shared with some wealthy Chinese and South Korean twenty-somethings who were in Australia to study English.  For three months Keiko went to an English conversation school daily and in the evenings would go downstairs to the pool. One day she met a teenage boy named Jason who began to flirt with her. Keiko’s English was fa...

Keiko had been the boys' soccer team manager at her Japanese high school along with her best friend Akiko a few years before and was still crazy about all things soccer, a sport I only have a passing interest in. When she met Mark met at a party they connected through soccer and him being an Englishman who played soccer was an added attraction for her.  Soon after, she introduced him to some Japanese guys who played in a...

Some years ago when I was a single guy in my late twenties living and working in Japan for a few years I met a twenty-two-year-old Japanese woman named Keiko who I fell in love with, and for three months we had a passionate romantic relationship, then, as planned, she left for Sydney, Australia to study English and I was to meet up with her there later in the year after I tied up loose ends. Keiko was sexually experienced...

As usual John’s trip to Tokyo was for business not pleasure. It was just serendipity when he found out about the Bach concert the next day. John Langham really wanted to attend, but he didn’t like to go to classical music concerts alone. I mean who does—certainly not John that’s for sure. The Canadian realized from unhappy experience that a single man at such an event would stick out like a sore thumb. He’d look stupid al...

We snuggled up together again on the couch. “Have you always liked girls’ juice so much?” I asked a little shyly. “Well, to be honest, I didn’t like it much at first,” he said. “I did it first just to try. But the girl I was sucking adored what I did to her and kept begging me to do it to her again.” “And you were a perfect gentleman,” I said giggling. “Japanese girls are so beautiful when they come. So whole-hearted … so...

The morning sun was streaming through the window when I woke. We must have forgotten to draw the curtains last night, I thought. I was alone in the big bed, and as I stretched out my naked body I experienced that wonderful feeling of perfect well-being that comes to a girl who has slept well after being comprehensively fucked. I didn’t remember much about the previous evening, but it had obviously been really good. I beca...

“Would you like me to go to dinner in costume tonight?” “What sort of costume?” “Well, I could dress as a schoolgirl … or as a Roman slave-girl …” I was thinking of the pretty waitresses and their daily change of costume. Last night they had been in a modified French maid uniform with naked breasts and miniskirts. What would they be wearing tonight? It was resort policy not to tell the guests in advance: it was meant to b...

We thanked the manager for his present and left the stage. I kissed the little waitress good-bye and slipped my arm gently round Bob’s waist: he guided my feet as I tip-toed in my slender heels in the darkness along the uneven path. “You didn’t mind my going off like that, did you?” I asked tentatively. “With that man, I mean?” “Not at all. I hope you had fun. Watching you gave me a good erection, and your little waitress...

I stood naked in front of the big mirror fixed to the wall of the dressing-room. I was holding the little folded card which had been discreetly placed on the dressing-table, and was reading, once again, the words printed on it:GUESTS ARE RESPECTFULLY REMINDED THAT CLOTHING IS OPTIONAL IN ALL AREAS OF THE RESORT  I had read it several times already since Bob and I had checked into our suite that afternoon—in fact I knew it...

The party was to be held in a large house belonging to a wealthy foreign businessman. It had taken me several days of negotiation to get invited: my detailed description of Natsuko’s talents and enthusiasms had finally won the argument. I did not want to make her more nervous than she already was, so I had not told her how much depended on her. I was sure she would not let me down. I drove up a short gravelled drive and st...