From the Top Shelf - Tokyo Rendezvous

Today I have an interesting selection from Naughty Bits, an anthology of erotic fiction. Two American co-workers who met while on assignment in Japan get to know each other very well in Jina Bacarr's "Tokyo Rendezvous." The short references to spanking are intriguing.

I noticed Steve eying my rear when he thought I wasn't looking. I returned the favor. The man had a set of buns that made my sex-o-meter soar up higher than the Nikkei.

Over lunch, they flirt and Steve discusses the possibility of spending the afternoon in a hotel. The narrator knows that cheap hotels are for men only, and tattoos are prohibited.

What about tattooed Westerners? I wondered, rocking my buttocks back and forth on the hard wooden bench as if to rub off the fleur-de-lis on my left buttock. I'd taken the plunge on my last trip to Hong Kong and visited a tattoo parlour. I giggled, curious how Steve would react if he saw it... I'd been eying the brown-ribbed cowhide belt Steve wore around his trim waist, and I couldn't stop imagining the kiss of leather on my bare ass. I wasn't into S and M, but too many late nights watching Japanese game shows featuring playful bondage and half-naked men wielding black latex whips had made me curious. If not horny.

The pair go to a "love hotel" and she soon finds out what he thinks of it.

(The picture above shows the types of rooms available in a love hotel. They chose the boxing ring.)

A Japanese girl waits for the boy to undress her," Steve said, unbuttoning my blouse and sliding my slim skirt down over my thighs. I stood there, mesmerized...he unhooked my bra, then pulled down my panties. He grinned when he noticed the tattoo on my left cheek. He slapped my butt and I moaned, enjoying the pleasant sting of his palm on my hot flesh. He said, "I like the way it wiggles."

"My butt or my tattoo?"

"Both."