"Cheng?" a boy's voice called through the door. "Are you awake?" The thick Korean girl didn't look up from her book. "It's Lynn," he said. "She's, uh, ready for bed." Cheng flipped a page. The boy was quiet for a moment, then spoke up more politely. "So, can we come in?" "Do you know what time it is?" Cheng growled. "I, well—she's getting heavy. Please?" The book slammed shut. Cheng grunted, adjusted her pajama bottoms, a...

Barcelona. Eight months after the last story. As Carlos’s bedroom door closed behind her, Jun experienced a frisson of something like guilt. Sleeping with Dani had been agreed to and arranged by Kim, her husband. Sleeping with Albert had been her choice, but she had not yet been pregnant at the time and she had needed a baby at all costs, even at the price of fidelity. Carrying and birthing a Spanish baby was her best hop...

Once, when Jun was younger and engaged but not yet married, there had been an incident in the Pyongyang apartment block where she had lived with her parents and brother. A couple had been overheard making love too loudly. The police had come and hauled them outside, and the incautious lovers had been forced to stand naked in the open air outside the building. Almost the entire building had come out to subject them to crit...

“I want us to make the reeds tremble tonight,” Jun whispered into her husband’s ear, employing the euphemism her grandmother’s generation had used before the revolution. Knowing that sleep would assuredly not come that fateful night, Kim Sun Park agreed. Jun helped her husband out of his drab blue party uniform and then she undressed herself. She watched Kim rub his cock, working up his erection and slipped her own finger...

“Oh, Nicholas, you look exhausted this year.” “It’s a labour of love, my dear.” Mrs. Claus rubbed her husband’s knotted shoulders. “Shall we raise your North Pole?” she asked, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe. “You should pack, love. The Arctic and Antarctic aren’t exactly next door. They’re poles apart,” he joked. “It’s already done. Everything’s in the sleigh.” “Well in that case…” he said, unbuttoning. “Oh, Nick, yo...

16 May 2021 Now, one of the things I've discovered about Pavlova Training is that you lose all sense of spacey-time. The last thing I remembered was running the tip of my tongue up the cum dripping meringue bite that Queeny Bitch was holding before my stingy-bee lips. So, I was a bit of a befuddled, teen-angel of compliant behaviourism when I awoke to find myself back in my own bed with the sun shining to announce a new d...

Hi, Hye-Jin here. I’m the Korean-American who loves nylons. This time I’m in Hawaii for a company assignment. I know, someone has to do it. I’ve been spending more time in the sun lately and noticed a few dark spots on my arms. Korean women back home are known for their flawless white skin, but in America we like to get a nice tan. In a tropical paradise like Hawaii, it’s a given that we should have some tan to look healt...

I walked down the road from my hotel to a pub with a buddy of mine.  As we were walking, I noticed a beautiful Asian girl walking our way so I decided to say hi.  She actually locked eyes with me and said hi.  As she passed me by there was something telling me you will regret it if you don't continue this and so I did.  I told my buddy to go ahead to the pub and i'll meet him there.  Long story short we exchanged numbers...

Hye-Jin joins a water festival in Tokyo Every August, in the town of Fukagawa located near the center of Tokyo, locals put on one of the best water festivals in all of Japan. The Fukagawa Hachiman Matsuri (matsuri means festival) features dozens of teams from the community carrying mikoshi (portable shrines) along a winding parade route that extends for several kilometers.  Local residents and volunteers line the route wi...

Sento Cleaning Lady This is Hye-Jin again—the Korean-American in Japan who loves nylon stockings and shows them off every chance I have. At five-feet-seven-inches, one-hundred-and-ten-pounds, with flowing, silky black hair, my sexy lingerie and fine RHT stockings draw second looks wherever I travel. My obsession with stockings began in college days, but intensified with a stocking adventure in Jamaica and later introducti...

Hi, this is Hye-jin again, the young Korean-American with a passion for sheer stockings. After my stocking adventures in Jamaica and nuru massage experiences in Tokyo, I thought of another opportunity to push the limits of daring ecstasy - flashing in stockings during Halloween in Japan. In Japan, it’s Halloween mania during the month of October, particularly in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. I would have the perfect chan...

I met JuLee while serving with the U.S. Air Force in Korea. I had occasion to accompany a Korean civilian employee to our Base HR section regarding a pay complaint. We waited quite a long time, as many people were there.Finally, we were at the counter and were approached by an unusual woman. By unusual I mean she was very tall for a Korean, 5'8" or 5'9", and stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a short, very tight skirt ...

My name is Hye-Jin, a Korean-American with an insatiable appetite for sexy nylon stockings. You may have read some of my past adventures on websites such as but this was a totally new experience that blew my mind! It started with a business trip to Tokyo last month. It was a really long day of meetings with corporate executives in Marunouchi, the financial center of Tokyo. My day started with getting ready for the meeting...

We all have our “excuses”. We all have our “regrets”. And we all have our “If only” list. As we get older our regrets take a higher and higher profile. Our “regrets” then outrank the “excuses” and the “If only” list. Regrets begin to creep up on us and take us by surprise. When we least expect it we stumble into a regret. When I stumble I often end up staring at 1984. So let’s start with the “excuses”. What were my excuse...