him.
When Goro returned to San Francisco on the day before he was scheduled to go back to Japan, the film critic took him to a cozy restaurant in Chinatown and did a lengthy follow-up interview. After that, as they were wending their way up the steep, narrow road that led back to the hotel, they stopped for breath and somehow fell into a passionate embrace. Goro made no effort whatsoever to hold his hips away so the reporterwouldn’t be aware of his arousal; on the contrary (he told Kogito) he was insistently pressing his erection against her abdomen the entire time.
Perhaps it was a response to the rather formal English he had been forced to communicate in during the series of interviews, but something definitely awakened his aggressive-male tendencies. Or maybe it was because he had built up a lot of sexual energy during the ten days he’d been traveling around America to promote the film. Anyway, the upshot was that instead of heading back to her own place, Amy accompanied Goro up to his hotel room.
“Before that,” Goro explained to Kogito, “it was obvious that she was very healthy and vital, but she just seemed like a plump, jovial, intellectual sort of woman. Once we got down to doing it, though, she turned out to have an absolutely mind-boggling appetite for sex. I mean, any aperture you could think of—she didn’t seem to care whether it was front or rear. All through that night, until morning, she was constantly touching my body somewhere, and when we weren’t actually having intercourse she would use every trick imaginable to get my penis to stand at attention again. All she wanted to do was to have sex with me, again and again. And when even the famously indefatigable Goro finally reached the point where there was simply nothing left to ejaculate, she would take my cock in the corner of her mouth and then show me exactly what she wanted me to do with my fingers while she worked on me furiously with her tongue. Then when I somehow managed to come again, she would catch my semen on that tongue of hers, like a chameleon. And when the limo came to pick me up the next morning, she hopped in, too, and she kept on playing with my poor,worn-out penis, all the way to the airport. Then just recently, when I found out that I had gotten an acting job that involved going to Spain for three weeks, to shoot on location, she informed me that she had booked a room in the same Spanish hotel. Frankly, I’m terrified by the prospect of twenty more days of carnal excess, and I think I’m speaking for my penis, too, when I say, ‘Enough already!’”
Kogito could feel the amusement breaking through his old friend’s subdued mood, but then Goro lapsed into a dark silence and went back to guzzling whiskey with an undisguisedly sorrowful look in his eyes. Kogito couldn’t resist offering some unsolicited advice; it was an old habit of his, dating back to their days as schoolboys.
“Why don’t you try looking at it this way?” he suggested. “Between your last meeting in America and your departure for Spain there’s what, two or three months or so? In that case, when you finally get together again you’ll be overflowing with pent-up passion—at least for the first three days. And soon after that, you’ll take off for location shooting at special sites around the Spanish countryside, and there will be days when you don’t go back to the hotel at all. And then when you do return to the hotel, after being away for a few days, you’ll probably be thrilled to be reunited with Amy again, and your reunion will have a kind of nostalgic freshness.”
Goro was completely drunk now, and his extreme intoxication was probably part of the reason why his voice suddenly sounded as if he was on the verge of tears. “You may write dark, heavy, gloomy novels,” he said, “but when you say something like that it makes me think that you’re really a fundamentally optimistic person. You don’t really act like it, though. I
When Goro returned to San Francisco on the day before he was scheduled to go back to Japan, the film critic took him to a cozy restaurant in Chinatown and did a lengthy follow-up interview. After that, as they were wending their way up the steep, narrow road that led back to the hotel, they stopped for breath and somehow fell into a passionate embrace. Goro made no effort whatsoever to hold his hips away so the reporterwouldn’t be aware of his arousal; on the contrary (he told Kogito) he was insistently pressing his erection against her abdomen the entire time.
Perhaps it was a response to the rather formal English he had been forced to communicate in during the series of interviews, but something definitely awakened his aggressive-male tendencies. Or maybe it was because he had built up a lot of sexual energy during the ten days he’d been traveling around America to promote the film. Anyway, the upshot was that instead of heading back to her own place, Amy accompanied Goro up to his hotel room.
“Before that,” Goro explained to Kogito, “it was obvious that she was very healthy and vital, but she just seemed like a plump, jovial, intellectual sort of woman. Once we got down to doing it, though, she turned out to have an absolutely mind-boggling appetite for sex. I mean, any aperture you could think of—she didn’t seem to care whether it was front or rear. All through that night, until morning, she was constantly touching my body somewhere, and when we weren’t actually having intercourse she would use every trick imaginable to get my penis to stand at attention again. All she wanted to do was to have sex with me, again and again. And when even the famously indefatigable Goro finally reached the point where there was simply nothing left to ejaculate, she would take my cock in the corner of her mouth and then show me exactly what she wanted me to do with my fingers while she worked on me furiously with her tongue. Then when I somehow managed to come again, she would catch my semen on that tongue of hers, like a chameleon. And when the limo came to pick me up the next morning, she hopped in, too, and she kept on playing with my poor,worn-out penis, all the way to the airport. Then just recently, when I found out that I had gotten an acting job that involved going to Spain for three weeks, to shoot on location, she informed me that she had booked a room in the same Spanish hotel. Frankly, I’m terrified by the prospect of twenty more days of carnal excess, and I think I’m speaking for my penis, too, when I say, ‘Enough already!’”
Kogito could feel the amusement breaking through his old friend’s subdued mood, but then Goro lapsed into a dark silence and went back to guzzling whiskey with an undisguisedly sorrowful look in his eyes. Kogito couldn’t resist offering some unsolicited advice; it was an old habit of his, dating back to their days as schoolboys.
“Why don’t you try looking at it this way?” he suggested. “Between your last meeting in America and your departure for Spain there’s what, two or three months or so? In that case, when you finally get together again you’ll be overflowing with pent-up passion—at least for the first three days. And soon after that, you’ll take off for location shooting at special sites around the Spanish countryside, and there will be days when you don’t go back to the hotel at all. And then when you do return to the hotel, after being away for a few days, you’ll probably be thrilled to be reunited with Amy again, and your reunion will have a kind of nostalgic freshness.”
Goro was completely drunk now, and his extreme intoxication was probably part of the reason why his voice suddenly sounded as if he was on the verge of tears. “You may write dark, heavy, gloomy novels,” he said, “but when you say something like that it makes me think that you’re really a fundamentally optimistic person. You don’t really act like it, though. I
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