Excerpts of truth from the wet diaries of the young writer and swimmer Yukio Yamamoto, soaked in bitter tears and soothing rain!
Inspired by Gymno and Kiriya, and translated into English by Ame in 2015.
The fast train was hurtling through the vast landscape of green rice paddocks and fragile thatch-roofed peasant huts, blurry power poles were flickering past the window at a mesmerizing speed - I grew drowsy. When I closed my eyes I saw my Mom, and I remembered her words: »You're a handsome boy«, she had said to me, »and you can make it far in life! I just know how much ... Continue»
When I opened my eyes carefully on the first morning of my holidays the sun was already up and on his way. Thick beams of golden light entered my bedroom through the gaps between the heavy curtains, dust was dancing in the air. Full of anticipation of a week without work I jumped naked out of my cuddly bed.
I stood in front of the wardrobe mirror, loo-king at myself: I was a pretty girl, that was sure! My jet-black hair, the hazel eyes and the stubby nose I got from my father, a Thai diplomat, all-ways jetting busy around the world.
But the high-set breasts and the long slender legs I i... Continue»
I slept in as long as I could, but a loud kno-cking noise from my door ended my beautysl**p abruptly. I threw my dressing gown around my shoulders and opened the door.
It was my ex-boyfriend with a big grin on his Sunday-face who pushed in and settled himself without hesitation on my denim sofa. I didn't know why he had come at all, and I didn't real-ly want to have him here now!
He squabbled, that he had heard that I was going on holidays, and that it was a must for him to see me before I left.
I was just standing indecisively in front of him when he grabbed the dangling cord of m... Continue»
An erotic Journey back into the Sea!
The phone was ringing constantly, the type writer under my busy fingers was getting in heat and hot coffee was throwing steaming clouds from my cup. The clock over the door was ticking in slow motion as if having to push its hands through thick royal jelly - but it was just a couple of hours to my holidays anyway!
My job in this publishing house was everything else than boring. Not only because we were specialised in erotic fiction, more because the whole house seemed to radiate an arousing atmosphere that couldn't be ignored that simply. All the p... Continue»
9 - Satisfaction
»All night long I had to masturbate just thinking about your magnificent tool, Sir! I need punishment or further satisfaction, Sir, urgently!«, so greeted me my black pearl, holding my breakfast tray out to me. With the smooth elegance of a black panther she moved then in front of the long mirror, dropped the blue skirt and the bright white bloomers around her ankles. In the classical african tradition she arched her back, intertwined her fingers in the back of her head, spread her long legs and stuck her velvet buttocks out at me!
»You may whip me well, Master, but on... Continue»
10 - Resolution
At home my black pearl received me with joy, she may have missed me? In my office she dutifully informed me about the happenings since my depart. She told me, that she saw Joseph retire through the windows of the two s****rs. Confronted with that fact, he must have promised to Candela his fullest cooperation for her secrecy, what gave her a welcome chance to get into his breeches. In lucid words Candela described to me the exciting events, and if her skin would have been fairer she would have blushed as well above the intricate details of her yarn.
»Oh Master, you shoul... Continue»
7 - Submission
Justine was the first in the morning to report with anguish, that she was bleeding from her s****rs administrations, but I guessed right that she just experienced her first monthly curse. To my question, if she hurt her s****r too, she shook her head so vehemently that her golden locks flew, and she swore at once, that she was so much gentler - by God! As I instructed her about the nature of her bl**d and the history of the nasty spell that befell women of her age I washed her soiled cunnie, it was only a drop and nothing to worry too much about it. But I ordered her at onc... Continue»
8 - Exploration
The court room was empty, on the auction list was a tattered estate and a horse cart in desperate need of repair, and a servant named Candela. Because the deceased owner was a sailor for his entire life I could imagine dark ports in Africa where he could have found this bargain. As she was presented her dull black frock and her greased plaited hair repelled first my attraction, but then considering her hight - towering eight foot - and her mystic african eyes I reserved her service for a simple handful of coins to pay for her masters funeral. I called for a coach and comme... Continue»
5 - Initiation
It was a beautiful sunny morning and I was whistling a happy tune. I was still lolling around in my bathrobe as Justine served me my morning tea. She was all shine and sparkle, and after she placed the tray on the desk she flung her arms around my neck and kissed my cheeks. Oh - I grabbed her around the narrow waist and searched for her lips with mine. Holy softness! »Give me your tongue, darling!«, I begged the charming maid in a whisper, she tried it out and seemed to like the arousing wrestle of our tongues. My hands were sitting now on her plump bottom, slowly working u... Continue»
6 - Titillation
I still enjoyed frequent intimate encounters with Justine or Juliette, but my sole devotion I tendered on the mystic Colette, which I thought provided me with brand new inspiration and burning fresh fantasies. As the oldest maid she was now obliged to serve me. She brought my morning tea on time every day, looked desirable with her long silky black hair open, the blue maiden skirt not even reaching the middle of her long slim legs. As often I had a chance I stroked the velvet olive skin of her thighs and was astonished that she now wore the comfortable bloomers instead of ... Continue»
I wake up beside Zuleidas warm body next to me and I am so happy! The memory of last nights delightful intimate play lingers sweetly in my mind. She is still asl**p and she looks relaxed and content, as I softly pull the sheet off her luscious body to inspect her more closely. Her little snake is curled up cosy in its warm hairy nest like a naked chick, but it flinches under my tender touch and rises like magic softly in my hand.
My friend stirs and starts to moan - she wakes up and smiles slyly at me: »Want to do it again, lovely Princess?« But as much I could be tempted to do so, I know ... Continue»
And to my utmost surprise Kundali unties my aching wrists and whispers into my ear: »Come!« She takes me by the hand and on the tips of our toes we are heading for the door. I think this as an extremely unwise move and I hope that Kundali knows the bitter consequences of her betrayal, but Sheik Habib seems to be sound asl**p behind us. Even the armed guard outside snores like a plank-saw in the corner and also otherwise nobody takes any interest in the bold escape of us two naked women. The guardians of the gate hardly stir in their sullen dreams as Kundali quietly lifts the bar and we sneak ... Continue»
4 - Seduction
To fire up the two randy s****r a bit further I removed myself after dinner into my office. Justine brought me my evening port from the bar with a strange gloss in her deep blue eyes - the silver tablet shook under her emotions and she spilled the precious drink. »Do not mind that, dearest darling - I'm in a generous mood tonight!«, so I calmed her rising guilt and to tickle here own generosity as well. I removed her belt and pinched her into her naked buttocks. With a silly girlish giggle she run for the closet to perform her secret business. I felt a hot rush of affection ... Continue»
Edward Caine, 42, electrician, divorced, lives without a partner since five years. He likes to sit on his front porch and to watch the school girls on their way home. It fascinates him, just to think about their blossoming youth and the trials and disappointment they are growing into. So it's no real wonder where most of his erotic fantasies are coming from:
I walk into the back yard as I hear faint voices coming from my garden shed. But as I approach it to find out who is playing in there the doors suddenly opens. I manage just in time to hide away around the corner: it is a young bloke ... Continue»
I'm up early in the morning. All my bones are hurting and my muscles ache, but I must be on my way! The queen's cobra has left already, and as I leave the sepulchre the sun-god Ra just drives his golden chariot over the distant eastern horizon into the sky. So I turn south and fall in a steady pace. The desert is as dry and flat as the hard bread made with the sandy grain from the royal granaries, baked in clay ovens by the priests of Osiris - it didn't see rain for a hundred years! Astonishing ranges of withered chalk stone in a blinding white colour are running next to me for a while throug... Continue»
Jodie Marie, 22, freshly engaged with a car mechanic, is a simple woman. She likes to cook, to cuddle, and she certainly likes to make love. And because she has a boyfriend and seems to be well maintained by him, her fantasies are sometimes reflecting the realm of the unknown, the appetite for something new - and include sometimes even a woman:
I'm loosing the damned game! I hit the rubber ball harder, but with every mistake I make her grin grows broader. She is a friend of my mother, about her age, but still fit and not bad looking, but she is a bl**dy lesbian, playing with all the young... Continue»
Cindy Rose, 27, a separated insurance broker without c***dren, is disillusioned by her heterosexual relationships. She tried many a spiritual path to learn to accept her personal male energies and to get aware of her feminine beauty. She knows by now, that lust isn't bound to a single gender and that love can be found only by accident! She wrote to me:
It was a stressy day at the office and everybody just picked on me. Somehow frustrated I slam the door and lock the car. A short glimpse into the letter box reveales: only junk mail again! »One day I would gain enough courage to murder that ... Continue»
Suzie Yong, 25, an erotic dancer in a night club, had encounters with men more than enough. She maybe experienced a lot of rude and humiliating behaviour, so she pulls herself back into her snail house for her fantasies: She wants to stay in control, and she doesn't want to be screwed - her Asian peach flower is is not for grabs and not for sale:
I'm always horny and I never wear a slip. I enjoy the unrestricted freedom of movement and the fresh air fanning my peach. Especially on Saturday nights I dress very lightly to entice my prey. I stand at the back window of the crowded bus from th... Continue»
Johnny Stout, 33, a life-long bachelor and a plumber by trade, is a very cheeky one: His element is the water and his love belongs to the mermaids of the deep! And whenever he dreams on his water bed at night his wet fantasies dive into the unexplored caverns hidden under the surface, the disturbed matress gurgling the sound track to his emotions:
Like in all those steaming hot summer nights when I can't find any sl**p I go for a refreshing swim. Quietly I climb over the fence of the local pool and listen out for noise. There is somebody already in the warm water, floating around at the f... Continue»
Todd Wood, 23, an interstate truck driver, experiences a lot of lonely nights, when his erotic fantasies are his only companion. He doesn' has a fetish with virgins, but as he says: There is an unfading attraction in the innocence of women, and you have to be extremely sensitive to be the first man in their life! And this one is his favourite fantasy:
It's two o'clock in the morning as I pull into the petrol station, not for gasoline but for some inspiration to quench my physical desire before a couple of hours of sl**p in the van. The little road shop seems to be unattended but open. I br... Continue»