In “Sense and Sensible She-Males in Tokyo,” Max, a thirty-something accountant, travels to Tokyo to visit his best friend Russ who has been working in Japan. After a long plane flight, bad sleep medication, and reading part of a Jane Austen novel, he arrives in the thriving metropolis and is whisked away to a tiny odd feeling bar to meet Russ’ new girlfriend. Something about the bar, his friend’s girl and her gorgeous sister Mayu, seem a little different to Max, but he can’t quite put his finger on it. That is not until later in the evening when Mayu shows him exactly what she’s got tucked below and where she wants to put it! Will Max give in to a sultry she-male’s seduction?
Also includes the previously published story “Melt My Snowman” from the she-male erotica collection “Carol Comes For Christmas.”
Blake Worthington is the author of numerous erotic story collections, including She-Male Sensations, about beautiful women with a little something special they can use to pleasure their man.
The sound of the JR Line train running outside a few blocks from my hotel woke me up. My head felt foggy and my mouth dry- the result of all that alcohol. How much of it did I drink? The whole previous night was a haze.
One stream of stubborn light shone through the crack of the curtains in my hotel room.
Tokyo.
That’s right, I remembered. I was in Tokyo. Memories of the bright neon lights with symbols I couldn’t read, narrow alleyways leading to hidden bars, and the smell of late-night food stands came back to me. How long had I been in this city? Was it two days now?
I turned my head when I heard the shower turn on in my bathroom. The door to it had been shut.
Wait. Who’s taking a shower?
More tidbits of the previous night started coming back to me. My friend, Russ, pouring more and more sake while encouraging me to give something new a try. A smoky dark bar. The place was so small less than ten people could fit.
I sat up in the bed and realized I was naked. The rumpled sheets lay at my feet.
A soft voice began to sing in the shower.
Summoning all of my energy, I stood up out of the bed and walked over to the window. I pulled back the curtains and what had to be bright afternoon sun greeted me. I had no idea just how late it might be.
Down on the street Japanese salarymen in their black suits and dark ties quickly walked down the street. Some of them carried bags of food that looked like they might contain lunch. Noon? One o’clock?
The shower turned off. I looked back towards the door, and that’s when I noticed the large bottle of lube and some ripped condom packages on the nightstand.
“There was some major screwing here last night,” I murmured to myself.
I started to walk back to the bed. Damn, my head hurt! Then is when I noticed that I felt sore in a place I hadn’t experienced before. My asshole felt roughed up and tender.
