Girls on the Prowl by Brianna Summers

Genre:
Lesbian/ Exhibition

Synopsis:
Madison finds herself in a nightclub in an awkward position, forced to do something she'd never thought of before in order to make money and to kick start her career in acting. Even if it's not the role she was hoping for... she's going to give it all she's got anyway.

My Review:

While no sex actually appears in this story, it's still an incredibly hot short showing two girls getting frisky on the dance floor. Not only is Girls on the Prowl arousing because of its lesbian action, it's also arousing because of the exhibitionist elements and because this is a new experience for the characters. Brianna has come up with an interesting idea for a creative short, and she has delivered on that idea.

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Spotlight: Revival by M. K. Gilher

Synopsis:
It's complicated. My Italian-shoed stranger captures my mind and body yet only allows glimpses into the depth of the secrets he holds. He's a surgeon, he's a cage fighter, he's possibly a murderer. He's not a good boy. I feel as if I know him, yet I'm sure I don't. Dr. Jacade J. Jordan, my enigmatic sex
god on a stick.

Damn, she's delectable. My sweet Ivy. I want to eat her alive. But how can I possess her when she doesn't even know me? When the deception runs too deep? When I've killed for her and would do it again in a heartbeat? How can I watch her submit so perfectly when I am the one at her feet?

Enjoy the ride in the Windy City as Ivy and Jacade's timeless love story unfolds in the Return To Us Trilogy by M.K. Gilher.

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Excerpt: 
"Ivy, you and I are going to play a little game." His voice strips me down until I feel naked. I'll play any fucking game you want me to, just as long as you're playing with me.

Without thinking I blurt out, "What kind of game?" Once the words leave my mouth, I wish I could rewind to about five seconds earlier. The way he's standing and speaking to me, I know this is no time for questions. He's going to blast through all the barriers and forts I've erected to keep men like him out. This is a game I'm going to play because he's already decided it for me.

He chuckles, and for a moment, I see a playful boy peeking through. But he swiftly recovers and locks his stoic mask back into place.

His stern voice answers my blurted question. "A game in which you don't speak unless you're instructed to do so." He raises his eyebrows and wrinkles appear on his forehead.

Well, that shut me up.

"I'm impressed. You learn quickly."

He moves closer until he's standing directly in front of my desk with his arms still across his rippling chest. I peek up at him through my mascara-ridden eyelashes, attempting to gauge his feeling or mood. But, his blockade is secure. No emotions in or out.

"You're going to do everything I tell you to do for the next twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes." He pauses while I catch up.

A game? I can't even think when I'm around him. How am I supposed to play a game?

I'm elated Feminist Ivy called in sick today, but Slut Ivy has graciously picked up the slack and located a pen and paper, waiting to take notes on the rules of his game. Way to go, Slut Ivy.

"These are the rules. First, you don't speak unless I tell you to. Second, you do everything I say. No questions asked. No hesitating or arguing. No attitude." He's staring into the depths of my soul, searching for my reaction to his words.

Without thinking, like I always do, I open my mouth to speak. He stares at me with a look of disapproval and shakes his head back and forth. "No words, Ivy. Those are the rules." I snap my mouth shut.

I stare back at him, studying his facial features. Maybe I'll see a clue as to what kind of game he's playing right now. He shows me nothing.

Wow, he's good.

I have no idea what cards he's holding, except for the unsettling feeling he already has clinched my very own ace of hearts.

"You game, sweetheart?" His challenge glows in his dynamic eyes.

Fine, Jacade, I'll play your game with your rules. Ante up, big boy.

I glare back at him and nod. He's such a pompous asshole, but the reality is I'd play any dang game he wanted me to.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I try to prepare myself for what is about to happen, but I instantly I realize I can't. I open my eyes and he has made his way around to my side of the desk. He reaches over and puts my desk phone on Do not disturb. Okay, well, his game must involve something that we can't be disturbed from.

Just the thought makes Slut Ivy drool, which falls and smears across all the important notes she just took. Dammit, Slut Ivy! We needed those.

He closes my laptop and moves it and the files off my desk. He's so close to me, I can smell his cologne and shiver as his pants brush across the bare skin of my arm. He's confident and contained right now. I, on the other hand, am a fucking hot mess.

To try to give my self-esteem a boost before his little game, I cling to how I felt getting dressed this morning. My purple pencil skirt and fitted, white, button-up blouse have always made me feel sexy and seductive. On a normal day, I'm neither of those words. But, somehow, pairing it with my six-inch purple shimmer heels is adding fuel to my  mojo.

He whispers in my ear. "There is one exception, Ivy. If at any point you need a time out, just say cashmere, and the game ends. No questions asked. Understand?"

I nod again. I understand, Jacade.

He straightens and stands right in front of me while I sit. Perfect angle to suck the head of his dick into my mouth, but I can't because I have to follow his rules to his stupid game. Too bad for you, Jacade, you just cock blocked yourself.

He turns and leans his ass on the edge of my desk. Lucky desk. He looks down at me and says in a commanding voice, "Stand up."

Without thinking, I'm on my feet. A little eager, Summers?

He grasps my hips and turns me around so I'm facing the wall a few feet away. I can feel the heat from his body, but he isn't touching me. He just stands behind me and my anxiety spikes. My heart is racing.

I feel his breath brush my ear. "Breathe, Ivy." Shit, he's right. I haven't taken a breath since before my wonderful elevator ride yesterday morning.

Inhale. Exhale.

His deep tone reverberates in my ears. "I'm going to blindfold you now. I'm not going to hurt you in any way. You must trust me. Nod if you agree."

I nod and feel a silky handkerchief cover my eyes. Meticulously, he ties the handkerchief behind my head. He tugs me to his body, and I know at any moment I'm going to collapse. Yet, I feel it deep down in my soul. Jacade would never let me fall.

I take in a deep breath and exhale. I have no idea what is coming next and it's driving me crazy.

He lowers his mouth to my right ear and whispers, "It's believed when people lose one of their senses, it heightens all others. That's why you're blindfolded."

He takes a breath. "I want your complete and utter trust." He pushes himself up against my backside, causing me to stumble forward somewhat. He grabs my hips to steady me. "By giving me your trust, Ivy, you're letting me always be there to catch you."

I'm breathing in rhythm with him as he moves toward my other ear and begins whispering again. "Since the very first time I ever laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you. I wanted your body, your mind, and your soul to be ravished by me and only me."

My thong is wet and my breasts are swollen and heavy. That's when I hear a loud thud in my head and realize Slut Ivy has passed out and hit the floor.

About the Author:
I have always adored writing and won several poetry contests in high school. I was coasting along in my healthcare career in Chicago, when I had a dream I was resuscitated from near death by a mysterious physician. Jacade's enigmatic character sprouted from that dream. As I wrote, I made sure Ivy's character was laced with qualities of the everyday woman; beauty, intelligence, insecurities, and vulnerabilities. I truly hope you relish your time with Dr. Jordan and Ivy in the Return to Us Trilogy. I know I do every time I’m drawn into their lives.

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Underneath the Gargoyle: Part Two

You have begged for it, and I've delivered it. PART TWO of my Underneath the Gargoyle series is now available!!

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Genre
Paranormal Erotica/Dubious Consent

Synopsis
Part Two of Christina Harding's Underneath the Gargoyle paranormal erotic series: What happens to Trisha in the catacombs?



Also in the Series
Underneath the Gargoyle: A Prologue
Underneath the Gargoyle: Part One
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Advance Praise for Underneath the Gargoyle: Part Two
"Last time, Trisha had naughty adventures at her church, all watched by the cathedral's gargoyles. When they come to life, they ravish her and Trisha finds herself loving every minute of it. But when the gargoyles finished, they dragged her down into the catacombs.

The next day, Trisha's friend Olivia is worried about her friend. So she goes and sees her boyfriend Kyle. Together, the pair discover a mystery at the church and head down into the catacombs.

Trisha wakes up in the catacombs attended by a friendly cherub. She learns the truth of the cathedral while her body is enjoyed by the cherub. But the cherub is merely preparing her for the king of the catacombs, a monstrous gargoyle named Xaphan.

Part One left me wondering what happened to Trisha, and Christina answers. More hot, monster sex fills the pages as Trisha is claimed by first the cherub and then the king gargoyle. But it leaves you wondering what part 3 will hold. And I'm looking forward to it!" ~5★ review by Reed James on Amazon

"The first installment in this series is what got me started on reviewing with Christina, and my only complaint was that it ended much too abruptly. This was certainly one of those stories that cries out for a sequel, and Christina has finally delivered.

The story picks up right where we left off, with naughty Catholic schoolgirl Trisha carried off into the catacombs. Her boyfriend Kyle and best friend Olivia are searching for her, though it’s not clear she even wants to be rescued: A new series of stone creatures is keeping her very busy. What will they find when they finally locate her?

Go pick this one up, you won’t regret it." ~5★ review by Michael Dalton on Amazon

"I do love the update to your story." ~First Pass Editor

"Would it be improper of me to admit that I enjoyed this?" ~Second Pass Editor

Smoking Hot Panties by Inakat

Synopsis:
Love can be a sweet dream or salty nightmare. Follow these three couples as they discover that what you don't know can hurt you.

Chelae and Kristen met on a humble. One's searching for love, and the other searching for herself. A storm of love is knocking at one of their doors, but is it from the partner she's with or will she take a leap of faith?

The Olivia's, at first glance seem like a wealthy couple that is sits on top of the world. The secret glue that keeps their marriage together is something that no one would dare to bring up at a Board Meeting.

Adonis was about to have a nervous breakdown, after years of going above and beyond to please his wife. When he accidentally discovers in a very painful way, the key to his wife's heart. Will he find the courage to open the door?

Excerpt: 

Curiously, Rayon went onto the balcony. The occupants in the room next to hers had left their balcony doors open. She could hear them clearly. She eased down to the edge closest to their room and listened. Rayon could overhear the woman, as if she was in the room with them.

“You fucking simpleton. You met that woman over at the Café' and you are going to pay dearly for it.” Mrs. Olivia screamed.

“But I” Mr. Olivia said.

“Shut the fuck up. You want a bitch to spank and curse you. You fucking pervert. You have exactly three seconds to take those damn clothes off. Lay your ass across the bed.”

“Honey,I”

“Say one more word and I will drag your ass through the messiest fucking divorce you have ever seen. I promise you I will use every bit of influence that I have to make your life a living hell.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Okay my ass.”

“I did it, now what are you going to do me.”

Rayon flinched when she heard the loud slap. Mr. Olivia yapped and then grunted. Several more hits rained down in rapid succession. Rayon giggled when the man at last cried out pleading with his wife to stop.

“Now I'm going to piss and when I come back guess what I'm using for tissue? Your tongue, that's what. I can't believe you spent a dollar on a common street walker. I've been married to you too long for you to be giving a penny to a whore. It never crossed your mind to tell me what you wanted huh? I bet you'll be more forthcoming after tonight, won't you?”

“Yes ma'am.”

She'd heard enough and Rayon went back inside her own room. She felt the heat grow between her thighs. As kinky as it was it still served to stir her sexual appetite.

She decided to wait another hour before she called the front desk and summon the porter. Instead she could entertain herself and eavesdrop on her twisted temporary neighbors. Rayon eased back on the balcony again just in time to hear Mrs. Olivia bark orders. 

“Get over here and clean me. That's all you're good for is a filthy little ass rag.” Mrs. Olivia said.

“Yes.” He said.

A few minutes passed before finally Rayon heard the woman moan. The sound of the woman as she had such an intense orgasm caused Rayon to inhale sharply. A prickle of envy ran through her body. She was certain that she would call the front desk and have the porter sent up right away.

Author Interview:

Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?

Yes, I used to keep daily journal to give voice to my most intimate and sometime pained moods, even from early childhood. 

What inspired you to become a writer?

One day I discovered, my private thoughts had been violated. I sat down to review some of what I written, which I rarely did. To my surprise almost every week, I had written that becoming a writer was still on my do list! Therefore, I did it. I had always loved Maya Angelou, Donald Goins, serial killer books, fashion magazines, etc. I had been inspired, but it was actually a backstabbing moment of treachery, by people I trusted. that spurred me to go forward. My thoughts were already out there. I felt compelled, to reclaim my right, to share my thoughts with whom I chose to. 

What made you want to write erotica?

I am very comfortable with sexuality. I have always preferred to read a steamy story to heartache, tragedy, or drama. 

Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

Pure Romance books, I don't read them and I don't write them. They seem unrealistic to me. The knight in shining armor, damsel in distress, and then happily ever after is a joke to me. I prefer to be entertained with a sense of “Yeah that could happen”.

What does your writing area look like?

Honestly, it is never neat. I sit at the desk or dining table, pull out pens, pictures, and spread notes everywhere. The coffee pot is always within arms reach, along with nuts, cheese, fruit, or chocolates. Then there is my Pomeranian at my feet along with several pairs of heels. Sometimes, coffee is replaced, with the occasional glass of wine or a Margarita on the weekends. 

Do you write under a pen name?

Yes, I do, for now. 

Will you have a new book coming out soon? Can you tell us about it?

I recently released Big Body Base, and Urban life story. It has a little erotica but mainly, it an urban book about family life struggles and unexpected successes'. It is set in Detroit, MI in the 1990's, during the height of the crack cocaine epidemic. The main character is Thomas Base. You can meet him and learn more about the story here: http://wp.me/p4ILZh-m

How did you come up with your title?

Smoking Hot Panties is the kind of title I would look for as a reader of adult literature. After, I designed the cover, the name just sort of came to me. 

What was the best writing advice that someone has ever given to you?

My mom- “Having a job is what you do to make money, having a career is making money at what you love to do. Know the difference.”

Anything you want to say to your readers?

Thank you so very much for your kind words, Twitter love, Facebook likes and shares, emails and everything that you do for me to know that you're there. I have some of the most amazing fans!

About the Author:

Inakat (aka Katina) is an Author, Poet, & Spoken Word Recorded Artist. She also creates mature themed art both by hand and digitally. She employs a combination of words and media as a way of contributing, expanding, and exploring the arts with a focus on Eroticism. Inakat's purpose is to embrace the struggles and triumphs of womanhood from various angles. She is the founder and CEO of Inakat Publishing.

My Review:
Much of the action in this book actually happens as back-story, and its timeline follows several twists. Also, Smoking Hot Panties needs editing. However, the premise shows potential, especially towards the end.

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Spotlight: Sin at Sea by Emma Nicols

Synopsis:
When Alysin surprised her boyfriend at work with dinner, the surprise was on her. Since he was going at it with his secretary on the conference table, she packed a bag and called her BFF. Jolie and Alysin have been traveling the country, working as digital nomads for ten years, ever since graduation. Taking this as a sign it was time for a new move, they decide to take a cruise, regroup, and make a plan. Then she meets Mr. Bedroom Eyes. Following her lead, they pretend to be married so she can rid herself of the guy who started hitting on her before the boat left the dock. Though it’s supposed to be a momentary arrangement, he asks her to take it one step farther. Then another and another. The cruise promises to be memorable in every way that matters. Along the way, Alysin learns she won't have to fake an orgasm if she's with someone who knows what to do, that not all men suck but the best ones suck really well, and that sometimes what starts out as something pretend can fast become something completely real. Will the woman who lives life with no regrets, regret that she made that stupid rule about not exchanging names and contact info?

Excerpt:
Maybe this time I was on my own. Then I saw him. He had those classic good looks, pretty without looking feminine; a strong jaw, beautiful deep blue eyes, and rich brown hair that was thick and begged to be touched. Why couldn’t that guy have pulled out my chair?

Standing, I smoothly stepped in front of him. “Babe, did you not see me? I was right here. Did you get my Coke?” I could see he was mildly shocked. No problem. I could fix that. In a few seconds he was going to be majorly shocked. In fact, I planned to render him speechless...and malleable. I stood on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. As I imagined, I was offered a hungrier look. That’s when I made my move. Slowly, I matched my lips to his and then shifted so I was angled and we were kissing...really really kissing. Thankfully, he played along. Seconds later he had played right into my hand. Wow wow wow.

“Help me, please,” I breathed into his ear.

“Anything for you, sexy.” He sealed his vow with a kiss on my cheek that totally did not suck. He looked over at my intruder. “Who’s this guy?” he asked, jerking his thumb in the guy’s direction.

“I have no idea. I’m sure he was just keeping the seat warm for you, though.” I smiled at him and frowned over at the guy who was keeping me from my meal.

“Uh, yeah, I was just leaving,” the man mumbled. Then he stood up as he muttered apologies and soon walked away. The new guy sat down. I stared over at him while trying to read the situation. For all I knew, I had simply traded one douche for another. Historically speaking, it wouldn’t shock me.

“Hey, don’t mind me. I just ended up getting drawn into your little charade. Hope you don’t mind if I enjoy my meal while we keep up appearances?” He smiled.

“Nope. We’re good,” I replied although I was admittedly wary.

While I was smiling at him, I had little to say. There was so much going on in my mind...and thanks to Jolie, having an orgasm wasn’t part of it. The longer he sat, not making a move, the more interesting he became. Maybe I wasn’t desperate for sex, but I wasn’t going to turn down the possibility of some amazing guilt-free sex with a hot guy for anything. Only I wasn’t sure how to gain his attention. My smile hadn’t worked. The kiss hadn’t accomplished anything. What was it going to take to get a man like this to be interested in spending a few meaningless days on a cruise with me? Guess I’d simply have to try the direct approach.
“Are you married?” I asked, confident if that didn’t break the ice, nothing would.

“No,” he said, cocking his head.

I leaned in. “Really? Because you look like the marrying kind.” I took another bite of my potato salad while I studied his reaction.

Throwing his head back to laugh, he said, “I run too fast. No one can catch me, let alone keep up.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink.

Clearly I was going to have to be the one to get the conversation started. “Thank you for saving me. I’m here with my friend. She is napping right now. I’m not used to having to fend off guys anymore,” I admitted as I kept on eating. Isn’t it nice when you don’t want anything serious from someone and you can just be yourself? That was the freedom I felt around Mr. Bedroom Eyes.

He smiled and I saw he started to extend his hand. I had the feeling he was about to introduce himself, so I stopped him. “Listen, you can tell me your name, but I’m just going to forget it. I’m lousy with names.”

“Okay, so we’re not exchanging names? Is there anything you would like to exchange?” He smirked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. How about bodily fluids?” I smiled and stared at him with a suggestive

look.He...choked on his Coke. When he finally stopped coughing, I was about finished eating. I don’t let much come between my food and me even if I don’t look like it.

“Sorry, I’m not used to women being so direct,” he said with a smile as he wiped his face.

“I don’t play,” I said honestly. Then I stood. I am known for my exits. As I turned, giving him full view of what I considered my best feature, I shot over my shoulder, “Think about it.” Then I walked away. Always...and I mean always leave them wanting more. I didn’t have to look back to know he was staring at me. Let him stare. With my head up and shoulders back, I headed to the elevator.

About the Author:
What made her decide to be an erotica author?

Simple.

How else was she going to parlay her two favorite past times into a career?

Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn't believe in settling or in settling down. She loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping all of life's cliche moments spicy.

Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself with friends whose antics often become the source of book fodder. Her ideal situation would be to explore the Caribbean while writing. She pursues that dream daily.

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The Realtor by Ann John

Genre:
Consensual Heterosexual

Synopsis:
For Long Island real estate agent Callie Taylor, closing the deal in these difficult economic times was getting much harder to do. With younger agents and a dwindling market, Callie knew that she needed to close on a high dollar house soon if she was going to survive. She thought that opportunity had come when she met Ryan Stephens, very handsome buyer who made her a very lucrative offer. The only question that remains now is how far will Callie go to earn her commission?

My Review:
Short, sweet, and well-written; while it should have been obvious I was pleasantly surprised with how The Realtor progressed. This is as much an erotic story as it is a story of self-discovery. Callie discovers a new side of her sexuality and takes her readers along for the ride. This short managed to turn me on even though it has less taboo than I usually prefer because it was constructed so masterfully. I think this is one that could appeal to a large audience.

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Lust in Japan by Daniel Black

Genre:
culture clash/interracial

Michael's Synopsis:
These three stories are united in theme: A young American man goes to Japan and finds a Japanese woman in need of his attentions. The first involves a college student on a summer abroad who finds his host family to be unusually hospitable; in the second, the protagonist rescues a young woman from subway perverts; in the third, an American English teacher takes in a widowed woman and her daughter who have been left homeless by the 2011 earthquake and tsunami.

Michale's Review:
The detail in these stories makes it clear they are in some sense autobiographical. The author clearly spent time in Japan under similar circumstances, and I found them enjoyable that for that reason alone. The sex is well told, and there is some depth to each story, though none are that long. I liked the first story, in which the host father takes the narrator through a variety of establishments in Japan’s sex industry, to be the most interesting. If you’re looking for some short pieces with a different setting than most other erotica, these should fit the bill.

Excerpt:
When I was younger, I lived for several years in Japan. During that time I had the pleasure of meeting some of the sexiest women on God’s green earth.

One of my finest hours was just before Christmas one year. I was headed from Tokyo to Yokohama, and there were several different trains to take to get there. Still being a bit of a novice at deciphering the train schedules, I decided on the Keihin-Tohuko line, which departed from Tokyo station and went to Yokohama directly. Little did I know that it was also the busiest train to take, no matter what time of day. I had naively thought that leaving for Yokohama at around 9:30pm would help me avoid the crowds, but I was dead wrong. I couldn’t get to Tokyo station, but caught it a few stops down, thinking it would be okay. As the train pulled into the station, I noticed the cars were already packed full of people, and it didn’t look like I was getting on this train. As soon as the doors opened however, the crowd around me surged forward and I was carried into the train in a human tidal wave. As more and more people crammed into the train, I got pushed further and further away from the doors, into the corner at the end of the car.

It was then that I noticed a stunningly beautiful girl standing close to me, wearing the uniform of some department store. I think it said SOGO, but I was too busy admiring the beautiful girl standing close to me to be sure. I did however notice that the nametag said Noriko. I could see her squirming and fidgeting, as if something was happening, but I couldn’t see what. I edged closer, and saw that one of the infamous ‘chikans’ (perverts) had his hand up her skirt and was feeling her up. She had been standing facing off to my side, so she didn’t notice me right away, but when she did, a look of alarm crossed her face. Here she was, standing next to a giant gaijin (foreigner) on a packed train, while she was getting groped by a pervert next to her.

She looked pleadingly at me for help and I thought to myself, what should I do? Should I live up to the stereotype and rescue her, or simply join in and grab a piece of the action? It had always been a fantasy of mine to push up against a hot lady on the train and grope her, and here was the perfect opportunity.

Being the coward I am, I stood still and watched her be assaulted. I knew that these guys traveled in packs and was worried there would be several of his buddies nearby. It was mesmerizing, soon her blouse was open and her left breast was hanging out. He leaned down and began sucking on it, slurping quite loudly. No one seemed to notice or care. Finally, I summoned up some courage, but I didn’t use it to help her, instead I pushed my hand up her skirt and shoved a finger into her pussy. She was very wet and began moaning softly. I fingered her, thrusting in and out, and alternately rubbing her clit. I stuck a second finger in and forced them both into her, and she began moaning louder and louder. The ‘chikan’, meanwhile was more than happy with her breasts.

I pulled my fingers out of her snatch and unzipped my fly. I grabbed Noriko’s hand and shoved it into my pants. I began rubbing her hand up and down my shaft. After a bit, she moved her hand by herself, and I pushed my fingers into her pussy again. As they went in, she moaned loudly and a lady nearby looked right at us. I glared at her and she looked away. Noriko began cumming all over my fingers. After she finished, I pulled them out and then shoved one of my sticky cum-covered fingers into her ass. Noriko’s eyes flared wide and she nearly screamed, but quickly stifled it into a whimper. At first it was difficult, but I kept sticking my finger into her pussy for extra juice and then I slowly and deliberately began shoving it in and out of her asshole.

The ‘chikan’ was still enthralled with her tits, so I figured, what the hell, I’m going for the gusto. My cock was getting really hard and I knew I was gonna cum soon. So I pulled my finger out of her asshole and lifted her skirt, and forced her to bend her knees and get a bit lower. I pulled my cock out of my pants and positioned it at the front of her pussy. Without any hesitation, I shoved it in to the hilt and she whimpered once again. I then began slowly fucking in and out of her tight, wet pussy. My cock was like a battering ram, pushing inside and stretching her exquisitely tight little hole. Minutes passed, and over the speakers a message said that a stop was coming up. I quickened my pace and began pumping even faster. Just before I blew my load, I pulled out and came all over her ass. Then I re-arranged my clothes and disappeared into the crowd.

She quickly pulled her skirt into some state of normalcy and when the train stopped, hurried to the exit and left. What I didn’t notice was that she had followed me. I made it out of the station and a hundred feet down the street when I heard a whistle and saw a pair of cops running across the street. I hesitated, not knowing where they were going and after the crossed, they veered right towards me and stopped a few feet from me.

They started yelling in Japanese at me, and I was able to figure out they wanted me to come with them. The lead cop began walking back to the station and the other cop took up position behind me, preventing any escape. Knowing what I had just done, my heart began pounding in my chest.

When we got back to the station, the young woman I had assaulted was sitting inside. I looked around and didn’t see the pervert who had started the whole thing.

A second after she saw me, she leapt off the chair and started hitting me. I stood there mute, not even defending myself, my shame was so overpowering. One of the officers pulled her off me and led her away, trying to calm her down.

The other officers began interrogating me, but with my poor Japanese skills, I could only pick up a word here or there. They pulled out a dictionary and began pointing to words like prison and rape and a number of other horrible words. The awful nature of the crime I had just perpetrated came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks, and I sat mute.

Another officer walked in and began talking to me in English, reading me the equivalent of Japan’s Miranda rights. Then he told me that because I was a foreigner, this would become national news and I would be made an example of. Needless to say, I was horrified. I sat there quivering, shaking really, and on the verge of a breakdown. All I could think of was my friends and family back home, thinking I was a rapist and how this would impact my mother, nevermind the shunning I would get from everyone I knew, assuming I ever got out of prison here in Japan.

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