The Demoness of Chengdu

  Neil and Gary had planned their trip to Japan for nearly two years. They had met in the California tech sector and bonded over their mutual love for Japanese food and videogames. That trip was now nearly over though, so they decided to forget about another day in Tokyo and spend the day in Kirifuri Plateau.  Neil’s girlfriend was… there… but she decided to stay in Tokyo to go shopping. That’s all she had done the entire trip, go shopping and complain. It’s all just sparkly lights, grown adults playing dress up, and tall buildings, big whoop. Yep, one of the most unique civilizations in the world… big whoop. “Oh wow, loving all this thick forest.  Feels like being underground.” Gary breathed in deeply. “Yeah it’s got some real wilderness.” Neil said. “Alright, but let’s get off the trail.” Gary nodded. “I don’t know man I thought we were already off it …” Neil’s grimaced. “We might never come back to Japan, come on, I want to see as much as possible.” Gary laughed. They star

  “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” Steven edged closer to the cum. “Yes, hm, yes” The nasty little bartender beneath him was so tight. He needed to find out her name. Just as his little raw head began to throb, his left shoulder began to burn. “No… not now Suyin. Stay in-arghhh” The crippling pain in his back made him rip his dick out of the bartender. He rapidly rubbed the tattoo on his neck, as if he could erase it just by that. “What’s wrong, why did you stop?” She asked, putting her sweaty hand on his thigh. “You need to get out.” He said to the bartender. The puffiness and swelling on his chest had started. “Just like that? But I thought…” “GET OUT STUPID SKANK” He screeched, his voice between man and woman. Half- crisp clear American accent and half drawn out dumb Chinese. The bartender jumped, gathered up her things and bolted out the door. “She is woman. I no like fucking women Steve” He s

  American man to Native American woman TG Garrett hovered his hand in the air, then brought it straight across the face of the redskin. A little smirk appeared on his face. “Oh look, he’s embarrassed.” The men laughed. He moved his face right up to the boy, and stayed just at an inch of distance. It was just long enough for his harsh stinking breath to fly up the boy’s nostrils. He started shaking. “Better tell me where your filthy little den is boy…  y’know.. otherwise I might be in a foul mood when we do find it. Foul moods lead to blood on the sand.” By the age of twenty-two Garrett Bolam had scalped forty redskins. His twenty-sixth birthday was yesterday, and it should have been eighty. That… that aggrieved him so that they got a bit carried away with the rest of the camp. It still stunk of tar. The next day the boy’s skin had cracked like a riverbed from the heat. Garrett gave him an annoyed expression. “Still not saying a damn thing huh?” The boy’s face didn’t even twi

  Sun Doong, the largest cave on Earth. Proud owner of its own weather system, bottomless lakes and thousands of unique species. He had been excited to see it all... until he realised the expedition price that is, and ended up going to a slightly smaller cave on the other side of the country. Unnamed and forgotten of course, but the jungle was always changing. Maybe he would find something uncovered in a stream or half-buried in a crumbling wall. Yep, the real thrill was just climbing though, maneuvering the tough terrain. Catching a hold after nearly slipping into a raging river. Darting into the undergrowth as a snake hissed it’s finest. That was better than good wholesome food, your favorite football team winning, even better than sex with a hot Brazilian chick. Eh, so he imagined. Speaking of which, he had heard about the pleasures of South-East Asia. That any red-blooded man needed to visit there and play the field once in his lifetime, but it would have to wait. Maybe he could co