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Hard Night

By: VincenzoCat



Tonight I'm in a pissy mood. My day was crappy, the kids were cranky and I'm just all-over feeling pent-up. We have a little tiff over who's picking dinner and we finally end up with something neither of us is super happy about watching tv neither of us wants to watch. Plus I'm horny. You've been wearing a low cut shirt today and pants that shape your ass like a sculptor. 

I've wanted to get you alone from the minute we woke up and it just hasn't been possible. I try to shake off my mood. I play a game on my phone. I tease you but we've already gotten snippy tonight so you just take it as an insult. My mood has gotten black. I get up from the couch and go to change into my pajamas hoping that will cut the gloom. I come out of our bathroom and it looks like you had the same idea. 

You're bending over slightly and looking for your pajama pants. I can't take it. 

I go stand behind you, my pants loosely undone. I touch your ass through your pants. You don't respond. So I squeeze. You make an irritated noise as you almost fall over and catch yourself on the dresser. "Stop it!" I'm pissed now. You slide your pants down revealing some lacy panties. I'm seeing red. I growl in my throat. You look up at me. "I'm just not in the mood tonight. I wanted to be, but I'm not." You say. "I am." I say. "I'm sorry. I just feel tense." You say.

You're standing there in your sexy panties and a low cut shirt telling me you don't feel like sex. I move in to you. You step back but run into the dresser. "Mark." You start. I don't touch you, I just lean in and kiss you on the mouth. You pull away. I kiss you again, harder. You pull away again, but less and slower. Your hands are on the dresser. 

I reach out and hold them there. I slide my hip toward you which causes my pants to drop. I lean my right hip into your pelvic bone and kiss you again. Just barely. I feel you push back on my leg. "This is going to happen tonight." I say. "Right now." I push my chest up against yours. I kiss your cheek and move to your jaw, your neck. You try to protest that it tickles but I snap my hands up, one to your back, the other to the back of your head. I pull on your hair. Not too hard, but I get what I want, you move your head granting me access. I take it. You taste like candy and woman and it's making me crazy. You moan. I know you're mine now. 

I step back slightly to pull your shirt up. Your bra is nothing special today but your tits are so I go to tear it off. You tell me to be careful. I think you don't know who you're dealing with tonight. I tear it off. I think I scratched you. So I do it again this time on purpose. You squeal. "No instructions. You're mine. Now like it." I say. You bristle at this but I grab your panties and I can tell you're wet. I'm not taking instructions from your mouth tonight. Your pussy is going to tell me what to do. 

I push you toward the bed. You sit, looking awkward, not sure what's coming next. I back off, step out of my pants and peel off my shirt. 

I'm hard as a rock. I back away slowly and close the door. I lock it. When I turn around, you've adjusted yourself. You look sexier now, like you've decided. You're going to let me have you. Part of me is happy, part of me is fire. I move toward you. I slide off my boxers. I walk up to your face. Close. There's no question what I want. You move in and take me in your mouth. You do something with your tongue that makes my eyes roll back. I feel your fingers on my balls, they're cold. I like it. They scratch up and down behind my balls as you move around my cock with your tongue. I'm moaning. So are you. You tickle my ass with the tip of your finger. You've never done that before. I'm losing my grip. 

Rage returns. I'm in charge here. I pull out and push you back. Your ass is barely on the edge of the bed. Good. I pull your panties off roughly. I don't bother with your socks. Fuck em. I lift your legs up to give me access. Your pussy is wet. I can see it. I line my dick up and shove it in. I can tell it hurts a little. Good. But your moan is a happy one. Even better. I pump in and out of you hard, trying every angle to find one that makes you make the noises I like. I find it. You're losing yourself in it. You say my name. I like it. I say yours. I'm not going to last long. My body is telling me to fill you up. Make you mine. 

But I want to wait. I pull out and roll you over. I see your ass. I've wanted it all day. I bite it. Hard. I push you forward to make room for me. Your ass feels so good, so firm. I smack it. Oh yes. I smack it again. "That's what you get for telling me no" I say. I smack it again. You moan. I dip down and run my tongue up your crack. You flutter. I do it again. I could stay there all day but tonight isn't about you. I shove myself in you roughly to the hilt. I think you come a little but I don't care. I'm not a man any more. I'm a beast who needs to unload. I roughly fuck you and fuck you until I feel it coming. I shove in and hold on to your hips. You come for sure. I ride your orgasm as I unload what feels like a gallon of cum. You collapse on the bed. I fall down with you. I nuzzle your hair. I feel your ass against me as your back rises and falls beneath me. 

I can finally move. I roll to one side and put my arm across you. I love you so much.

Hard Night At Work



"Some people!!! Grrr..." I growled, slamming the phone down, causing a coworker or two to look at me with fear and worry. It was my hundredth call of the morning, and it wasn't pleasant. No, not at all. Computer users can be such IDIOTS sometimes, I mused to myself. I was struggling with a network project, but kept getting sidetracked by the phone constantly ringing on my desk.

This last call didn't make things any better. A user was having problems sending out a particular email. I went through the gamut of questions. "When did you start having this problem?" "Is it a work related email?" Blah, blah, blah. After ten minutes of the Q and A, I succeeded only at receiving a pounding headache from the idiocy that invaded my earspace. I patiently informed the customer that it was company policy to not send personal mail out through our email system. According to the bitch, it was "unacceptable" that she could not email her son who was away at college.

Ten more minutes, and she became increasingly irate. Did I say the headache was pounding? At this point, it felt like a thousand tiny gnomes where making steady progress of wearing away the inside of my skull with pick axes and jackhammers. I wanted off the phone. NEEDED to hang up before I exploded. It was also against company policy to dish out the sort of abuse we receive on the help desk, I rolled my eyes.

Speaking of the company, it was unnecessary for any of us on the help desk to work over time since we had on-call staff for any after hours emergency. But this time it looked like I was going to be pulling over time. It was mandatory that I had my project completed by the next morning. It was already three o'clock, and I was barely halfway through it. Picking up the phone, I heaved a heavy sigh as I dialed your office number.

"Hey, baby, it's me. Eh, it's fine. No one's found themselves on the business end of my scissors yet, so I guess it's okay. How's your day?" I listened while you recounted the small pieces of excitement that happened around you, smiling to myself. I loved listening to you talk. I started to squirm in my chair as the temperature in the office seemed to rise. You always seem to have that effect on me.

"Sweetie, listen, about tonight. Yeah, I'm going to have to take a rain check. It's this damned project. So, I don't know what time I'm going to be home tonight. Uh huh. Yeah. Okay. Aaaawwwww... Miss you too, baby. I'll give you a call later on. Hopefully I can get this mess finished up pretty quickly and without distractions." I blew a kiss to you over the phone and said my byes before hanging up.

The next two hours went by faster than I thought they would. Before I knew it, coworkers passed by my desk, wishing me a good night. Looking up from my project, I smiled and waved to each one leaving, then turned back to my task at hand. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the last coworker left the office, turning off the majority of lights. That left me in my own little oasis of lights at the back of the office. Picking the bottle of Advil up, I dumped two out onto my palm, slamming them back with a shot of coffee. That should take care of the headache.

I rested my head in my hands, elbows on my desk, willing the headache to go away. After five minutes, it seemed the pain was going to break. The pressure started easing up finally. Looking around my desk, I started getting back to work on that stupid project.

It became clear that I might get done with this job early enough tonight afterall. It had been almost a week since I last saw you, and I was just dying for your touch, your smile. With that thought in mind, I started rolling along with the task at hand. Before I knew it, two and a half hours had gone by.

Looking at my progress, I smiled to myself. I was more than eighty percent done. The rest was smooth sailing. I stood up to stretch, lifting my arms high overhead while arching my back. Kicking my shoes off, I sat back down and started back in on my work. I was soon startled by the phone ringing. In that quiet office, my lone phone sounded like a damned fire alarm.

Picking up the receiver, I gave my usual greeting through force of habit. A smile spread itself across my face when I heard your voice on the other end. "I bet my Princess is getting hungry right now, isn't she?" you tease.

Following along with the script, I put on my best pout and said, "I sure as hell am. Now if only I knew of a Prince who would be so kind as to bring me Chinese, I'd be a very happy girl." We continue to chat, and it started to register that your voice sounded a little odd to me. But I pushed it out of my mind and started rambling on, happy knowing you were on the other end of the phone line.

A picnic basket filled with steamy Chinese goodness suddenly materialized on my desk, causing me to squeal with surprise. Your wicked chuckles sent delicious shivers down my spine. Kissing me on top of my head, you grabbed another chair and sat on the other side of my desk. Judging from the looks I was throwing at you, that was a wise decision.

Still smiling wickedly, you looked as though you were proud of yourself for giving me such a start. Pulling out the food, you chuckled, saying, "I'm sorry, darlin. I was in the mood to surprise you. I tell you, it wasn't easy coming up in that damned elevator while still on the phone. Thankfully you really LIKE to hear yourself talk."

At that last statement, my jaw dropped. "Hmmph!" was my only verbal response as I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from my desk. You so loved it when I played the brat role. It always gave you a damned good excuse to spank me, which both of us happened to like immensely.

The scent of roast pork wafted up to my nose, and my stomach started to growl. Before I could contain myself, I was already tearing into the sweet and sour pork, mumbling a belated thank you. We ate our meal in silence, stealing little glances at each other every once in a while.

A half hour later, we were tossing the remains of dinner in the trash. Both completely full for the moment. "Now, if you don't mind, I have just a little bit left to go, then we can be out of here in about forty five minutes, hour tops," I said as I watched you wander around the other desks.

You smile innocently at me and say, "Sure, babe. You won't even know I'm here." Then you wander off to the darker reaches of the office.

"Heh. That's what I'm afraid of," I mumble to myself, then turn to concentrate on the work at hand. Another half an hour and two more Advil later I was finished. I jumped up from my chair, squealing in abashed triumph, shouting to you that I was done. My triumph was short-lived however. When no answer came back to me from the empty office, I assumed you had gone ahead home. Sulking, I put all my paperwork away and cleaned off my desk.

A pen rolled away off my desk, and I bent to pick it up. A split second later, I felt a stinging slap on my ass. I jumped up, shrieking and turning quickly on my heels. You stood there, giving me your usual cocky grin, arms folded over your chest. "That's for being such a brat earlier." I pouted, rubbing my ass as you slowly moved closer.

I noticed something dangling from your left hand and looked closer. Phone chords. You dropped them into a chair and grabbed my wrist, planting a hard kiss square on my lips. Before I had a chance to respond, you ripped open my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. The cool air on my almost naked breasts sent shivers down my spine.

Growling in my ear, your fingers slide down the zipper of my skirt, letting it fall to the floor as you pushed me backwards against my desk. My bared ass touched the hard, cold metal, making me jump. In a heartbeat, you had my bra draped over my coworker's desk. In another, you turned me and bent me over my desk.

Breathing hard, I fought off the rising swell of panic. I knew what you were going to do, but that didn't disturb me. You've tied me up before, and I fully trusted you. It was the WHERE that had my mind reeling. It was always one of your fantasies, and now that you had the opportunity, you weren't going to let it slip past you.

You slapped me on the ass, telling me to spread my arms above my head. I tried to protest and get up, but was punished (rewarded?) with your hand in the middle of my back and a sharp slap to the ass again. Quickly, I obeyed, spreading my arms across the desk. Giving me a warning slap, you told me to stay just like that.

You tied one end of the phone chord somewhat loosely around one of my wrists. Crouching down, you wrapped the chord around first one leg of the desk, then the other. You finished up by tying the other end around my other wrist. Although it was loose enough so as not to cut off too much of my circulation, the phone chord was just tight enough to keep me from escaping. Damn you and your Boy Scout training.

Walking around the desk, you lightly trailed your fingertips down my arm and shoulder. You stopped to play with my neck, which was one of my biggest weaknesses. I tried to shrink away from your fingers and received another slap for my efforts. "My pretty little Princess is definitely earning her punishment tonight, isn't she?" you chuckled.

Your fingers slowly snaked down my spine, causing me to moan softly. Then I felt then tracing light circles on my hips and ass. I whimpered, biting my lower lip. Your fingers slipped lower, teasing my pussy lips. I gasped, trying to move, only my legs had any freedom. "Mmmmm. Someone's being a naughty girl, isn't she?" you teased, coating my lips and mound with my wetness.

You pushed your knee between mine, telling me to spread my feet wider apart. I obeyed, spreading my legs wide enough that my ankles were even with the desk legs. You squatted down, lightly kissing the backs of my thighs as you secured my ankles to the desk. Unlike my wrist restraint, the chord binding my ankles was a lot looser. You only used it to make sure I couldn't close my legs.

I jumped as I felt your teeth nip at the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. "You know, you are so much prettier when you're in this condition. Totally open to me and at my mercy," you cooed as your fingers teased my increasingly heated skin. "Before I'm done, I'm going to have you begging me to fuck you on your desk."

You stood up and admired your handiwork. I was as good as stuck in the position I was in. Testing my wrists again, I cursed the Boy Scouts one more time for good measure. You slapped me again, but this time it wasn't on the ass. The sting went through my pussy lips and straight up my spine to explode in the base of my skull. My eyes went watery wide as my back arched in my silent scream.

But we've been through this many times before. You knew exactly the things that would drive me wild. The only thing that was different was this time you wanted me to beg. You knew it wasn't in me to stoop that low. I was, afterall, a Princess. Your Princess. If I so much as batted an eye at you, you knew you couldn't say no.

But things had changed tonight. You now were the one with total dominance. And part of your fantasy was that I had begged for you. You were just as determined to get that out of me as you were to please me. With this in mind, you pulled up a chair and positioned yourself behind me. Your hands rested on my hips as you just watched me squirm on the desk.

You slapped my ass hard. But this time you could swear I had gotten wetter. Your fingers caressed my lips, slipping just the tiniest bit past them into my pussy. I was definitely much wetter than you thought I would be. I whimpered, my hips moving to feel your fingers press deeper. You pulled back, and I bit back a frustrated cry.

Chuckling to yourself, you leaned forward, lightly pressing your tongue to my clit. My back arched as I threw back my head, crying out. You marveled at the ease with which it took to get me that close to the edge. You figured it had to do with being tied up to my desk, and you weren't half wrong.

If this were the desk at home, it just would have been all part of the game we liked to play so often. But this was different. This was on my desk AT WORK. This was taboo. This could actually get me fired if we were caught. And that was the point. The exhibitionist in me LOVED it. She practically begged herself for someone to catch her. It was this part of me you exploited now, sitting back in the chair, just looking at me.

Knowing you were back there didn't help me any. I started out determined not to beg. But I started to feel the beginnings of the hairline cracks in my resolve. Knowing you were just looking at me, watching me and forcing your hands to stay at your sides was enough to turn those cracks into crevices. From crevices to chasms.

Within minutes, my resolved totally deteriorated. Grinding my teeth, I took a deep breath and ground out, "For the love of GOD!!! Fuck me now dammit!! Please?!?!" For a minute or so, I didn't hear anything at all. I craned my neck trying see if I could get a glimpse of you behind me. But that was no good. I was stuck in this position and there was no getting out of it. I could feel you behind me, and it was driving me insane.

Then I felt your fingertips gently explore my ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs. I felt your breath as your lips came close to my pussy. Pressing my forehead to the cool desktop, tears started puddling beneath my face. If I wanted to know what insanity felt like, I found out tonight.

Grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading me wide, you flicked your tongue over my clit. Immediately, my back arched, straining the phone chord as I threw my head back and screamed. The orgasm slammed into me like an angry tidal wave that refused to quit its fury. Your tongue tasted my sweet juices that overflowed, lapping up every drop.

It seemed like an eternity before my body began to relax and come back down to earth. My breathing slowed as I collapsed onto the desk. But there was an aching emptiness that orgasm didn't fill. I smiled as I listened to the zipper of your pants being pulled down. The soft rustling of clothes.

Your hands on my hips brought me back out of my daydream. Your cock pushed insistently against my pussy lips. You slapped my ass sharply. I bucked against you, your cockhead slipping inside me. I purred, loving the feel of you starting to stretch me. That's one thing that never failed to get me off.

You stood there, letting me feel just the head of that glorious cock, listening to me whimper. You knew I was on the verge of completely giving in. You were biding your time, holding yourself as still as possible. Minutes ticked by. They seemed like hours, even days.

Panting, I raised my head, tears falling onto the desk. "Please. Please fuck me. You can't just leave me like this." I barely caught my breath when you slammed your cock home in me. You pulled back out only to slam back against me, making me cry out. I was on the edge and you knew it. You only knew because you were on that very edge with me. This experience got you hotter than you could ever imagine.

You pulled out and thrusted back into me. My back arched as my muscles clenched every solid inch of your cock. I pulled at my restraints again as the tidal wave slammed through me again. This time, the wave didn't back off as quickly. With each thrust of your hips, my orgasm became more intense. In this case, the term mind-blowing would be highly appropriate.

You clamped your hand on my mouth as I started to scream louder than you knew me to. You didn't want to draw any unwanted attention at this point. I strained against you, your cock moving deep inside. My pussy clamped even tighter on you, sending you over the edge with me. You groaned as you pressed your hips firmly into mine, your cock spasming as you came deep inside me.

Moments later, you collapsed on top of me, kissing my shoulder. "Do you have any idea how good that was?" you asked me breathlessly. All I could do was smile and wiggle under you. Finally, you got up and untied my restraints. My ankles, thankfully, were fine. But my wrists looked like it was going to be a month of long-sleeved blouses.

After returning the chords to their proper phones, we set about to getting dressed. I checked all around for the buttons to my blouse. Thanks to you, that was completely ruined, I smiled to myself. I found all but one. I gave that one up for lost and made sure everything was straight before we left.

Leaning into you, I shut off the last light and entered the elevator. I wrapped my arms around you and purred. "Mmmmmmm. Thanks for dinner tonight, baby. Everything was perfect." Chuckling, you patted my ass in agreement. On our way out the door, I noticed you slip something to the security guard, but held my tongue. I couldn't help but smile the whole way home.



Hard Night, Harder Day



I had just gotten up to go to the bathroom. I was about to bust a bladder and had a great boner to boot. 

As I approached the bathroom I heard some muffled noises and gently peeked through the door that was slightly ajar.

I need to clarify that I worked midnight's at a foundry that was close to where I lived. I slept during the day and was up by the time my brother and sister came home from school. This day was no different with the exception that I had to pee in the middle of the day.

As I peeked through the slightly open door I saw my step mother was on the john and was apparently playing with herself. I play with myself so I wasn't about to interrupt her.

As I stepped away from the door I heard her call my name.

I came back to the door and asked her what she needed.

"Come in here a minute." She said. 

I entered the bathroom and stood there very awkwardly. 

"What did you see just now?" she asked.

"I just saw you wiping yourself" I lied.

She looked at the front of my briefs and said "That thing says you are lying. How come it's so large and hard?" she asked.

"I just woke up with it" I said. And that was the truth.

"Well come a little bit closer so I can see what my wiping myself did for you."

I stepped closer and she gently reached out and took my dick in her hands. She pulled my shorts down and was looking at it like it was a prize strawberry or something.

She began to slowly stroke it and I began to go into shock.

I liked the feel of her warm hand.

Slowly she began to move towards it and suddenly she had the head of my dick in her mouth.

She began to suck it ever so slowly.

"I've been needing one of these for two days and couldn't imagine where I could find one. Then by miracle of all miracles one gets dropped in my lap. Or should I say, In my mouth?"

As she sucked I was getting close to cumming. Ever so close.

"You probably had better stop" I said.

"Why?, are you afraid we'll get caught?"

"No" I said "I'm about to cum"

And with that she shoved my cock down her throat and began to suck it in earnest. That was all it took, I began to shoot my cum down her throat, because that's where the head of my dick was. In her throat. She was moaning and groaning.

"M-m-m-m-m-m" she cooed. "That's the best cum I've had in a while"

For the moment I was shot. My wad was shot and my energy was gone. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub to get my breath back. She just looked at my dick and licked her lips.

"Is that all you got?" she asked kind of pitiful like.

"No, If I get a chance to catch my breath I can probably go again. " I said.

She slid off of the stool and down between my legs and began to stroke my dick slowly. She picked the head up and began to suck it very gently. True to form he began to spring back to life. Slowly at first but then as he got harder

it began to stand by itself. She began to suck on my dick hard and was getting a little rough with it. I liked that. She could get as rough as she wanted to with it.

She bent down on all fours and pointed to her cunt.

"Put that thing in there where it belongs" she said. "Put it in as deep as it will go and fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you know how. You do know how to fuck don't you?"

Well I was no professional but I was about to give her as much of that dick as I could. I started to put it in her slowly. Foolish me, I thought I might hurt her. Just about the time I got the head in her she slammed her ass back on me and engulfed my whole dick in her cunt. I almost came right there. I had had a few sexual encounters but I had never had a woman impale herself like that on me. Like she wanted it and really needed it.

I pulled back and grabbed her by the hips and slammed my dick back into her as hard as I could.

"That's it. That's it. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me so hard that I can't stand up. Fuck me till I cum. Fuck me, FUCK ME-e-e-e-e"

Damn, lady I was doing the best I could. I began to slam her as hard as I could. I mustered up all the strength I could and crammed it to her. I found plenty of strength to fuck her with. 

I heard her begin to whimper and I thought I had hurt her. I began to slow and almost withdrew my dick from her cunt. "Don't you dare. You fuck that pussy as hard as you can and until I tell you to stop."

She began to shudder. I didn't know it then but she was having an orgasm. She shook like I had poured ice water on her .Then she fell forward and just lay on the floor. I pulled my dick out of her and rocked back on my heels. I thought she was probably spent for the day so I got up and sat on the stool.

"That is probably the best fuck I have had in weeks. Maybe in months. I needed that. I have been horny for several days and couldn't think of where I could get a dick to satisfy me and it was here in the house all the time. You are good" she told me. "I hope we can do this some more"

I was just about to get up and wash my dick off and go back to bed when she reached out and took my dick in her hand and began to stroke it slowly.

"Would you like to try something else before you go back to bed?" she asked

"I'm game" was all I could say.

She reached in the medicine cabinet and took out a small jar of Vaseline, opened the lid and took a small dollop out and wrapped her hand around my dick and lubed it well. She took that lubed hand and lubricated her ass. I hadn't seen where she lubed but I didn't really care either.

She turned around and raised one leg up on the toilet stool lid and showed me her ass hole. I got the idea but didn't know for sure. I approached her slowly and let the head of my dick approach her asshole. She slowly began to push back towards me. Slowly engulfing my dick into her ass. I had never had this experience before and was just about to blow my wad watching it disappear into her ass. I couldn't stand it any more so I just crammed it in her as deep as I could go. 

She screamed. Loudly. And then she began to fuck my dick. Over and over it disappeared into her bowels. I only lasted maybe thirty for forty strokes and then I blew my wad deep inside her ass.

I almost fell back to the side of the tub. Out of breath and sweating like a stuck hog. 

She turned around slowly. Dropped her dress down over her body and gently reached down and kissed me on the lips.

"Now if you don't say anything to anybody we can do this more often. Like maybe tomorrow. Would you like that?" she said.

I could only nod and wonder what I was supposed to say.

Inside I was screaming "Hell, you know I want to fuck you again tomorrow" but on the outside all I could do was nod.

"Remember, Don't say anything to anybody and be here tomorrow. OK?"

And with that she kissed me again and pranced out the door. Things were about to take a different twist in this house hold.



Hard Night in Tokyo



Well here it is my masturbation confession. My true story of one night in Tokyo. First you have to understand I didn't start masturbating till I was 26. I am NOT Slow... I just had other things to do. Anyway, I have to make up for lost time. So when the stress is relieved and my mind can wonder, frankly, I get horny. Horny as the devil. Now, when is my stress relieved? Well, when I don't have the day to day pressures of job and home. BINGO – when I travel. And I have had some real 'spells'. Fortunately, I have never hurt myself. There was that one time I wondered around, driving, drunk, looking for a store that sold dildos. But after I sobering up and realized how really stupid that was... I now do all my drinking in my room. And I don't always drink to have a good game of UNO. 

Now there was that trip this spring to Japan. I really love to go to Japan. It's not easy, a woman traveling alone and I didn't the first time or even the 2nd. But by the 4th and 5th, I loved. And I hope I can go back sometime. This trip (the 4th) was good. We accomplished a lot at work and I was traveling with 2 gentlemen and one's wife from Toronto. They were excellent dinner company. But after 7 days, they moved on and I was left for 7 more days alone. And evenings, even in one of the best hotels in Tokyo (The New Otani), can be boring. The only English speaking TV is CNN and BBC news. And that gets really old after 7 nights. So... I decided to buy a night of Playboy (I'd seen the movies on the movie channels). The Playboy in Asia is a little different than the one here. Here (at least in our market) they show X rated, just barely – they show no dicks. Well over there, its full on, full up nudity. Except for one small exception – the profanity laws in Japan prohibit genitals from being shown. So you get this little fuzzy area that follows around the pussies and dicks. I want that job: Japanese Sensor. I'll take the men. Follow around cocks and pussy all day with a little fuzzy thing... nice work if you can get it. 

So, Playboy Asia was an interesting mix of Japanese and US products. I'll have to tell you about some of the Japan programs – another time. One thing I learned is I never want to see a Japanese man naked. Skinny guys, uck. And its not length they lack, but width. Skinny dicks, yuck! You could tell that much in the fuzzy area, especially when they got some head. I did like watching the Japanese women – but only with the sound off. Their voices (so high and whiny were more than I could stand). But they really looked like they were having sex and they looked like they were having an orgasm, not having their nails done – like so many of the Anglo female 'talent'. 

Well, I did enjoy watching it. And one night after a few drinks, I started to write about it. Do a little narration. And you know how writing about it turns me on. The next day at work I am terribly distracted all day. Just waiting to get off the subway the next night and have a real hot time playing UNO in my room. I go to the hotel shop and see what snacks I can get for the night. Oh, gin and tonics in a can – nice. A pint of vodka (its cheap and I've spent a lot on silk). Chocolate – got to have chocolate. McVittie's cookies. OK, I'm set. No wait. All I have is that clever little vibrator I got down in the electronics district. Cute little thing, about the size of a cigar and twice as handy. I needed batteries for it and I need a dildo. I knew, having done this before, I would be humping my hairbrush by the end of the night. Better to plan a head (nice pun, no?)

Off to the convenience stores. OK, it had to be so long, so wide. Smooth is good. Rounded tip. No. No. This is getting frustrating. I really need to get one of the real things to travel with. (Maybe someone will send me one for Christmas!!) Last store. Don't forget the batteries. Well apparently 'batteries' doesn't translate, so I can't find them and I can't make the guy behind the counter understand. But all it not lost. [I can steal the batteries out of a gift I had bought. ] I go over to the hair products counter, hoping to find a hairbrush with a really large handle. No luck. But apparently the power of the phallus is not lost on Japanese marketers. There is a whole row of hair spray cans shaped like dildos. Just the right width, with smooth missile shaped tops (I guess it's to much to ask for a ridge). And they are shrunk wrapped in heavy plastic. How very sanitary. And it avoids that pesky trip to the emergency room to have the cap of a hair spray can removed from your cunt. 

I'm in business. Back to the room. I order room service, something with lots of flavor that I can eat with my hands. I want all my senses filled. I get the Playboy channel cued up and open the gin. Not bad for a mixed drink in a can. Actually pretty smooth. I wonder how much alcohol is in it? I know how much to drink to get the best affect. So it would be nice to know... but what the hell. 

Dinner is delivered. When Skinny leaves, I get naked and put on the complementary light cotton robe. I dig into dinner. Have another drink and watch 2 really dirty (I mean mud of various colors all over their bodies) women making love to each other – or at least what the movie maker thinks men want to watch 2 women do. Actually, some of it works for me to. But I've got to believe if the women were really doing it, they'd go about it a little differently. 

After they finish, and I finish drink number 3, A good looking (for low cost films) stud rides on screen on a nice bike. [Bike cost more than he does, I'm sure. ] He stops and contemplates a dessert bush (no pun there). Suddenly, 2 women appear, apparently a fond memory is being reenacted. OK, I can get into this. I lay down and get out 'little willy'. Oh yes that's good. He's fucking her from behind. And she sucking the other's tits. Yeah, that's it. I'm over the top. Go willy go. Oh yes. One down. 

As I sit up I realize that first drink was strong. And 2 and 3 are joining with a vengeance. Better back off the booze and eat more food. I sit cross-legged on the bed and eat more of the delicious spread. The cool air helps put my twat on idle while I eat. I watch the blond women with silicon tits get fucked and look like they really don't care. Look at the camera; smile pretty; don't get a black eye when your super-tits hit you in the eye. 

I finish dinner and think, fuzzily, that I should put the tray outside, so the room doesn't smell like old mizo soup in the morning. OK. I stand up. Steady myself. (can you see the problem here?) I pick up the tray and manage to open the door and go to set the tray outside. 

Pause and catch the scene here: 1) You have to set the tray outside and to the side so you don't step on it in the morning (made sense at the time). 2) This lovely hotel has very strong return springs on the doors. 3) I am very nearly 3 sheets to the tsunami, from drinking too much too fast. 4) I have nothing but the hotel robe on. Nothing. 

Yes, in fact, as I set the tray on the floor, I step forward to keep from falling over and lo.. the door closes and locks behind me. OK, driving around drunk is stupid. Standing alone, naked except for this cotton robe in a hotel is... exciting, but really, REALLY stupid. But I am my best when challenged. I remember this is Tokyo. They return your wallet if you leave it on the subway; I will be safe. But this hotel isn't filled with Japanese. There were those Chinese bodyguards (BIG guys) that were with the delegation of Chinese diplomats in the hotel. There is that bunch of businessmen from India with the hospitality room on the floor below. There are those 30 Germans I saw leaving for dinner. I shrink against the door. I don't really fit in the door sill, but I give it a good try. Some of my best parts are sticking out. I must remain composed. I have to dial the desk and get the door unlocked. I compose myself and stand straight and walk to the phone, which is by the elevators. I dial, I request and I walk, don't run, back to my door sill thanking God for small favors – that no one got off at this floor. 

Now as I wait for the key to arrive I think of what could happen. And its not all bad. Why it wouldn't be my fault if I fainted of embarrassment at some handsome man's feet and he had to fuck me back to health. Especially if he looked like Sean Connery or Alex Baldwin. Or one of those nice strong German women could 'mother' me back to health. While I enjoy the thought... Skinny2 comes round the corner with the key. I sign for it, he lets me in. I lock the door. And so much for excitement. 

But it has left me wanting some level of satisfaction. There is some hot action with almost real looking men and women. One scene with the guy getting sucked off through the bars of a jail cell really has me going. Time to get out little willy and the spray can. I lay back on the bed and start running my finger through my hot and wet lips. Oh yes they are wet. My clit is swollen and ready. Round and round my little bud and now in with the can. In and out. In and out. Oh I wish there was a body attached to this. I bring willy into action and in a minute I am doing my best to crush the can. 

I keep the can in and get the best simulation of a g-spot cum going. Its good enough to make me just a little crazy. I have never come with my clit more than twice in one night. But the fantasy and excitement of being trapped out side has me really wanting it. If only another good scene comes on TV. I might get there. 

A Japanese program comes on. The good thing about them is the women REALLY look like they are cumming. And this one is doing a fine job of it. I leave the can in place and reach around my backside. I put a wet and smooth swizzle stick from the wet bar in my ass. Oh yes... Oh I am aching now. It actually hurts, my clit is throbbing so deeply. I put willy back in place. I am running out of hands. The can slides out. The trimmed hand is on willy and going to town. My other hand in my mouth. I gotta suck something. 

Now there are Anglos fucking again. And heaven save us, she gets it from behind. Oh yeah, fuck her baby. Harder, Oh god he spanks her. I moan. (She looks bored) But its working for me. Willy's working over time and I am moaning out loud. I am sucking on my finger and wanting some skin real bad. I take my hand out of my mouth and fumble for the can. I slip it in and start to fuck it like the couple on the screen. I keep rhythm with them and now I can't keep the moans in. I let go of the can long enough to pinch my nipples a bit. That's good. Oh.. I gotta cum. Now, please... please. I start to breath harder and then... yeah it cums deep and hard. My knees come up and I spasm in the fetal position. Yeah that will do. I lay back pretty much wasted. I start to fantasize again about what could have, might have happened in the hall and I fall asleep with a smile on my face. 

'Night