just because he came, don't mean you made him cum!

And then...I sold my soul to Lucifer.

-Do you feel like talking now?
    I hesitated before I gave him an answer.
-No....I'm not quite ready yet.
-Alright.
-How are you doing?
-Nothing much. Laying in the bath tub, drinking beer and eating crackers. The usual July Sunday afternoon...not that I really expect you to remember how 36 degrees feels like.
-To be honest it's about 20 now and this is one of the hot days.
-I forgot how the wind feels like.
-...Are we really going to talk about the weather?
-We can talk about your day if you don't like the topic of weather. Although I thought it was a British fashion.
-My day?
-Yeah. You know like those conversations where you make a list of the actions that occurred between the moment you woke up and the present moment adding things that you consider to be relevant. Of course for my sake you can even leave out the things that are irrelevant.
   I pause a bit. I don't really know if he's being who he thinks I want him to be of just being his mourning self.
 -Ok. The phone woke me up at 12 30.
-I'm guessing it was your'carer'.
-...Yes.
-Well go ahead.
-...I thought that was irrelevant enough already.
-No. I'll stop you when we reach that point. Carry on.
-I went downstairs and made us some coffee as he made us lunch. He told me we were about to go eat in the park so I put it all in thermos mugs. I wasn't really awake so I followed him there the whole way. We got into the park, he stopped at a place he likes, sat down and I fallowed him throughout. We sat down and had lunch.
-Were you talking?
-Not until we finished eating. He might not seem like it but he's the kind of person you can enjoy a comfortable moment of silence with.
-Good. Then what?
-We began to talk as we smoked. Nothing too important, just everyday stuff, a few jokes, some healthy laughter to start the day. After we finished our cigarettes he got up and left for work. I stood there a bit finishing my coffee. I probably had a few more fags. Then I picked up after ourselves and went back.
-What did you have to eat?
-...Does it even matter?!
-Yes.
-....Sandwiches.
-Sounds nice. Actually I wouldn't mind having that kinda life.
-Yeah it's not bad.
-Then what did you do?
-You seriously haven't had enough?!
-Well if you don't mind going on I wouldn't mind either.
   I was convinced by this point that he was trying to prove a point. And probably the best thing to do was to let him prove it.
-It was sunny so I decided to take my laptop with me, go down to the beach and read.
-...What?
-Murakami.
   He paused for a bit obviously mulling it over and maki ng a list of conclusions he drew along the way.
-Which one?
-Wild Sheep Chase.
-Didn't you already read that one?
   It was my first Murakami book. I  was very sceptikal when I fisrt saw it. I remember looking at the guy with a very displeased galnce, and I also remember I made it clear I felt really insulted. Little did I know that I was about to fall for Murakami like for no other before him.
-I thought I'd read it again before 'Dance Dance Dance'.
-Oh. So ..does it bring back the memories?
-It has a different feel to it. Probably because it's in English...and off a laptop.
-Fair enough. They're not really related you know?
-Who?
-The books.
-Oh. Well I figured it couldn't hurt.
-I guess it doesn't. How was the beach?
-Except for it being rocky, it was nice. A bit crowded since it was a sunny day.
-Figures.
-Why do you want to know all this?
-Because I'm your brother.
   Just like that. Without hesitation, without cushion. There was no question, no space for any arguments. Just like you breath in oxygen and exhale carbon dioxyde, he was my brother.
-I'm fine. I'm not going to do anything 'stupid'.
-Yeah it sounds like you're perfectly fine.
-Don't you ever grow tired of sarcasm!?
-Do you ever grow tired of sarcasm?!
-....
-Anyway. I wasn't being sarcastic. By the looks of it you're perfectly fine. Except for the voice.
-I'm fine.
-You should clear out your voice a little bit. Maybe drink some tea. Eat something and put a litlle more life into it. Then you'll actually be able to convince anyone that you are, without a doubt, perfectly fine.

insensate

Listen--God only exists in people's minds. Especially in Japan, God's

always been kind of a flexible concept. Look at what happened after the war.

Douglas MacArthur ordered the divine emperor to quit being God, and he did, making

a speech saying he was just an ordinary person. So after 1946 he wasn't God

anymore. That's what Japanese gods are like--they can be tweaked and adjusted.

Some American chomping on a cheap pipe gives the order and presto change-o--God's

no longer God. A very postmodern kind of thing. If you think God's there, He is.

If you don't, He isn't. And if that's what God's like, I wouldn't worry about it."

"All right, but what's so special about this stone? It doesn't look like

much of anything."

"The stone itself is meaningless. The situation calls for something, and at

this point in time it just happens to be this stone. Anton Chekhov put it best

when he said, 'If a pistol appears in a story, eventually it's got to be fired.'

Do you know what he means?"

"Nope."

Colonel Sanders sighed. "I didn't think so, but I had to ask. It's the

polite thing to do."

"Much obliged."

"What Chekhov was getting at is this: necessity is an independent concept.

It has a different structure from logic, morals, or meaning. Its function lies

entirely in the role it plays. What doesn't play a role shouldn't exist. What

necessity requires does need to exist. That's what you call dramaturgy. Logic,

morals, or meaning don't have anything to do with it. It's all a question of

relationality. Chekhov understood dramaturgy very well."

crawled into the other futon, and instantly fell asleep.

He had one short dream--of a god in short pants, hairy shins sticking out, racing

around a field playing a flute.

"Mr. Hoshino?"

"Wh--what?"

"The entrance opened up, thanks to you."

"You know something, Gramps? I mean, Mr. Nakata?"

"What is it?"

Faceup, eyes still shut, Hoshino took another long, deep breath and exhaled.

"It better have opened up. Otherwise I killed myself for nothing."

"Arch. Archduke. Beethoven dedicated it to the Austrian archduke Rudolph.

It's not the official name, more like the piece's nickname. Rudolph was the son of

Emperor Leopold the Second. He was a very skilled musician, who studied piano and

music theory with Beethoven starting when he was sixteen. He looked up to

Beethoven. Archduke Rudolph didn't make a name for himself as either a pianist or

a composer, but sort of stood in the shadows lending a helping hand to Beethoven,

who didn't know much about getting ahead in the world. If it hadn't been for him,

Beethoven would have had a much tougher time."

"Those kind of people are necessary in life, huh?"

"Absolutely."

"The world would be a real mess if everybody was a genius. Somebody's got to

keep watch, take care of business."

"Exactly. A world full of geniuses would have significant problems."

"I really like that piece."

"You know something, Mr. Nakata?"

"Yes?"

"I never get bored when I'm with you. All kinds of off-the-wall things

happen, but that much I can say for sure--being with you's never boring."

"Thank you for saying that. I feel relieved to hear it. But Mr. Hoshino?"

"What's up?"

"I'm not really sure I understand what being bored means."

"You've never been bored before?"

"No, not even once."

"You know, I kind of had the feeling that might be the case."

music, huh? Really makes you feel like your heart's opening up, don't you

think?"

The stone was silent.

He had no idea if the stone was listening, to the music or to him, but he

forged ahead anyway. "Like I was saying this morning, I've done some awful things

in my life. I was pretty self-centered. And it's too late to erase it all now, you

know? But when I listen to this music it's like Beethoven's right here talking to

me, telling me something like, It's okay, Hoshino, don't worry about it. That's

life. I've done some pretty awful things in my life too. Not much you can do about

it. Things happen. You just got to hang in there. Beethoven being the guy he was,

he's not about to say anything like that. But I'm still picking up that vibe from

his music, like that's what it's saying to me. Can you feel it?"

The stone was mute.

"Whatever," Hoshino said. "That's just my opinion. I'll shut up so we can

listen."

When he looked outside at two, a fat black cat was sitting on the railing on

the veranda, gazing in at the apartment. Bored, Hoshino opened the window and

called out, "Hey there, kitty. Nice day, isn't it?"

"Yes, indeed, it is a fine day, Mr. Hoshino," the cat replied.

"Gimme a break," Hoshino said, shaking his head.

"Gentlemen," he said, gazing up at the dawn rising in the east, "it's time

to light my fire!"

blue jeans

My legs wrap around you as I caress your neckline with one hand and your wet hair with the other. Your head rests on my chest, your back pressing against my body as the warm water keeps  pouring lifting the white foam.

“La ce te gandesti?”  . I love the look on your face whenever you hear me speaking in my mother tongue, slightly lost, slightly confident, faking slick, obviously helpless. You raise your head tilting it backwards and slowly trace the line between my neck and my chin with soft kisses as I tighten my legs across your body. You reply ‘yes’ as your hands begin to caress my legs under the water.  

I move one leg placing it against your torso and begin to gently rub your dick with the tip of my toes. I then move my hands on the sides of the tub holding my weight as both my feet play around your  thick shaft. You’ve never been played with this way, the feeling drives you wild. You groan as your dick gets rock hard and the crazed movements of your hands let me know you’re both delighted and confused. Knowing I can make you feel that way turns me on incredibly. I lean my head closer to yours and I whisper ‘ I want you inside me’.

As my legs liberate you, you raise your torso, turn around  to face me and pull me close. Our legs interweave, your hands hold me tight and our craving tongues find each other as they slip between our open mouths. We pull back for a moment to catch our breath only to begin again. You know far too well what your flickering tongue does to my senses. I put my hands around your neck slowly stroking your wet hair as your hand finds my clit underneath the water. You gently part my pussy lips enjoying the soft moan released from my throat. Your fingers slip inside me swirling. My moans grow louder and my nails dig deep into your shoulders as your cheeky smile turns into a grin. I beg you for more as every nerve in my body wants you inside me. My quivers, my coarse breathing, my craving, my loud moans let you know I’m all yours and you take me.

You slide your hands underneath my thighs, I grab on to you and as I push myself up you tightly grab my ass cheeks. As you’re holding me with your firm hands, you slightly bend your back and I slide your fully erect cock inside me. I gasp for air and you let me stay like that for a few moments knowing how much I enjoy the sensation of you penetrating me.

I place my hands on the sides of the tub helping you to effortlessly move my body up and down as my clit grinds against you. As our bodies move faster and you thrust deeper inside me I begin to quiver more and more with every wave of pleasure that crushes my body. My moans turn to screams as I repeatedly shout out ‘da’ losing my senses and control in the growing pleasure. You love hearing me say it. I can feel the rim of your head swell with ecstasy as I clench my pussy even more tightly around your cock. Our breaths shallow and with a last effort I beg you to cum with me. You grab my body and pull me in deep as you bend your back even more. I scream loud with pleasure as I feel your cum inside me and my body tingles with pleasure long after my orgasm. I push myself away releasing your body. As I catch my breath, you take my hand, pull me close as you turn me around and place my head on your chest as my back presses against your body. You caress my neckline as the warm water keeps pouring and lifting the white foam.

I spent my whole life driving in cars with boys

As I walk out of the shower I take a quick glimpse at you lying there on the couch with a book in your hands. You seem very concentrated, fully devoted to your reading but I know very well that you heard me. I move across the room and slowly bend over while I wrap my arms around your neck. I stand like that for a bit making sure you stopped reading. My hands slide underneath your shirt, I begin to massage your shoulders with a tight grip and as my wet hair caresses your cheek, I whisper in your ear ‘Is it any good?’ .

Knowing exactly what’s on my mind you decide to play a bit before giving in to your senses. You answer with a very detached, indifferent tone without moving your eyes from your book ‘Could be better’. I grin. I love playing this game. I begin to gently nibble your ear as I slide my hands from your shoulders down to your  chest and lower  them to your stomach slowly caressing your body.  I can hear your breath shallow as you try not to hum. ‘Better now?!”

You turn your head to me as our breaths caress each other’s face, stare deep into my eyes with your mouth slightly opened, put on a cheeky smile and say ‘Just a lil bit’ then turn your face back to your book.

I pout although we both know I love it when you tease me like that. I stand up and move towards you, my towel falls on the floor as I get on top you. I can feel you rock hard dick through your jeans right underneath my clit and I begin to crave the sensation of having you inside me even more. I start to slowly caress my breast as the cool air gives me soft shivers and water still drops down my wet body.” How about now?”
kpo
You drop your book as you stare at me animalistically. I grin with satisfaction feeling that you’re all mine. You grab me and pull me towards you, your mouth seeks mine. As my tongue finds yours , your hands graze all over my wet back and your grip gets tighter as you lower them down to my ass. I love the way your tongue plays in my mouth, the way you caress my back makes me tingle with pleasure, the desire with which your hands grab me makes me want you more and more.

I pull away slowly biting your tongue as we break our long kiss. I lower my body and I open your jeans to find your erect dick, I look at you perversely and say: ‘Not yet’ as I love the way in which we tease each other. I slowly begin to pull up your shirt. My fingers lead the way as my tongue and wet lips trace a line of soft kisses to your chest.  As I reach your neck you quickly stand up, pull off your shirt and wrap your hands around me pulling me back into a kiss. This time you lower one hand all the way down to my clit massaging it gently as you slowly slide one finger inside me. My body starts to spasm with pleasure as you tease by changing the rhythm in which you just tickle my clit. You feel me wanting to pull away as my back arches with pleasure, but you grab me tightly pressing my mouth against yours. As I move my head I begin to softly moan in your ear. My voice begs for more as I moan out your name. With one hand you grab my wet hair as with the other you put another finger inside me beginning to fuck me, slowly, then quickly as my moans grow load against your ear and I begin to bite your shoulders and your neck.  My body quivers as I fully give in to your teasing rhythm and the waves of pleasure that course through my body. I grind against your body as I near orgasm. I scream out your name as I feel I’m almost there but you stop, letting go of your grip as you pull your hand away from my clit.

As you liberate me with a cheeky smile, my hands clench into fists and I  playfully hit your letting out a revolted ‘Bastard!’.  You grin holding back your laughter as you love teasing me like that and you know exactly what’s about to come. I stand up quickly pushing myself against you as I straddle, changing  my balance and moving down as my hand  tightly grabs your fully erect dick rubbing it against my still wet and hot pussy . Your hands reach for me as I slide your dick inside me. A moan escapes from my throat and I just stand still for a bit enjoying the feeling of your length. 

Your hands grab my waist as I lean forward slowly rocking my hips. I press against you as I want you stay there, laying on your back. I start to move faster rolling my hips up and down as my breasts begin to bounce. Your hands wonder all over my body, sometimes gently grazing my skin, sometimes grabbing me with a firm grip. As you lay your hands on my breast I give in to the wild pleasure that crushes our bodies and I feel that we’re both close to cumming. Your grunts grow louder and you close your eyes as your hands grab my breasts. My moans turn to screams as I press against you more and more, grinding my clit against your skin. I feel my pussy clenching tight against your pulsating dick . I tilt my head back bending my back as my hips swirl faster against yours. The heat of our bodies, the sweat on out flesh the cursed sounds of the pleasure flowing through us. We both give in and as I let out a long moan.  Out of breath, I straighten my back, pull back my head as I feel your hot cum inside me . I lay my body on yours as your hands wrap around me and hold me tight and as we lay there in ecstasy I look into your eyes and put on a cheeky smile while I say ‘ How about a shower?’.