Taiwan Stories

The Cherry Blossoms of Yangmingshan Park

The discomfort bothered him. He turned to his left side in a bid to get more comfortable. No change. A beautiful face loomed out of the inky darkness and intruded into his dreamless sleep. It looked familiar but he just could not place it. The sweat continued to run off his creased brow and dampened the pillow. The sheets got stuck to his naked body and he kicked them off in his sleep. Finally, the unfamiliarity of the bed got to him and he sat up, swinging his long, lithe legs to the ground in one fluid motion.

In the few seconds before his eyes flew open, the beautiful face wormed its way into his thoughts again. It was vividly clear now, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes as she laughed and beckoned him to follow her running naked into the pool of steaming water.

He opened his eyes and sleepily stood up. He swayed on the spot for a bit as the lightheadedness hit him, feeling his way by touch towards the rectangle of light that spilled through an open door few feet away. As he stumbled into the bathroom, he involuntarily screwed his eyes shut against the bright light within.

He flipped up the toilet seat and proceeded to ease himself while eyeing himself through squinted eyes in the mirror before him. He noticed a few sharp bruises across his chest and reddened half circle on his shoulder. It was tender to the touch and he winced, trying to recall how he had gotten these apparent injuries.

As he shook off the final drops, he glanced down at his crotch and did a double take. His black member was covered in crusty, white substance as if some sort of light but viscous liquid had dried up on it.  It did not look good, what the hell had he got up to?

He turned around and went back into the darkness of the room beyond. Temporarily blind, he felt his foot step on something rather hard and sharp.

“Fuck!” he called out.

He hobbled on one foot as he picked up the foreign object, which turned out to be a Jimmy Choo 6 inch heeled ladies’ shoe. The light cackle of a woman’s laughter sounded in his thoughts. He reached for the table lamp and flicked the switch.  The lamp bathed the room in a soft glow of light. Amid the tangled sheets, at the other end of the bed, he could make out a feminine form; black, lustrous hair tousled out over the pillow. Her supine form continued to rise and fall gently in deep sleep.

When he sat back down on the bed, trying to recall who she was or where they had met, she turned over and smiled sleepily.

“For… Forgive me,” he stammered, “Who are you and where am I?”

She chuckled and traced a finger lightly across his back. He buried his head in his hands, trying desperately to recall how he had come into contact with her and what had they done. The foggy clouds in his mind ebbed away and he felt his mind transporting him back to the previous morning.




The sound jerked Tyrell out of his sleep. He slipped his headphones off his head and around his neck before proceeding to fasten his seatbelt. He looked out of the small window and saw fluffy white clouds lapping at the wings of the plane. The plane burst through the clouds and the scenario changed totally.

He was physically active and strong with a muscular well-proportioned body.  He was tall, roughly 198cm or 6 feet five in the old scale.  Just pushing into his late twenties his wild partying days were over replaced with a passion to make his business TK Shoes an global success, hence his visit to Taiwan and China.  Living and brought up in New York he had a heavy and loud Yankee accent that many found annoying and mistook for being arrogant.

There was plenty of rain falling that morning, the droplets rolling horizontally across the glass pane of the window. Tyrell thought nothing of it and pulled the shutter down. He looked across to his neighbor who was gripping the armrest pretty firmly. He flashed him a quick reassuring smile and turned away.  Obviously not a frequent flyer he thought.


Taiwan Airport

The tires thudded once, twice and then rolled pleasantly forward as the pilot maneuvered the plane towards the arrivals gate. The passengers filed out and Tyrell found himself in a brilliantly lit arrivals lounge at Taipei Taoyuan Airport. The airport is the largest in Taiwan and is about 40km from the city of Tapei. He proceeded through to baggage collection on the 2nd floor of Terminal 2 and after collecting his two bags proceeded through the immigration line pretty quickly and headed out. If nothing the Chinese in Taiwan appeared efficient.  The exit was crowded by new arrivals trying to find their relatives and loved ones. Tyrell shouldered his way through them and exchanged some US Dollars to New Taiwan dollars before heading to the taxi rank.

There were an abundance of yellow taxi’s but I had already been warned that the majority of them did not speak any English so had my Chinese map with the address I wanted to go to already marked.  He walked up to the first taxi in the rank and the driver put my two bags in the boot.

“Eastern Star Hotel, please,” he said to the small Asian male driver.

“我不会说英语” the driver replied. I then handed him the map and showed him where the x was marked and he nodded saying, “是的,我知道这是什么” Twenty or so minutes later, the taxi pulled up to the hotel and Tyrell got out. The driver took his bags out and Tyrell slipped the driver a ten dollar note, American.  The Taxi driver seemed very happy with this and nodded enthusiastically and said, “这是非常好的付款先生谢谢你”.

He did not wait for any change, turning around and looking at the Hotel.  The Hotel was advertised as a luxury hotel but having traveled Asia many times now, his favorite place in the world apart from NY was Singapore with its many stories. Tyrell was not surprised that in America this Hotel would be lucky to get more than 3 stars.  He had ensured that when he booked he paid the extra few dollars to have a window room – as being enclosed in a room with no natural light he found claustrophobic.  As he entered the ‘luxury’ lobby of the hotel he could not help but notice how small the room was. However warmth within enveloped him and he turned to the smiling lady behind the counter on his right.

Taipei Eastern Star


“Do you have my room ready? I booked one with a window,” he said.

“Sure. We can arrange that,” she replied in heavily accented English. “How long will you be staying, sir?”

“Just the weekend.” He said.

She handed him a key and a bell boy took his bags and helped him to his room.

He looked around the room, seeing everything but not really taking it in but noticing that it was clean. He glanced at his watch. A quarter to 10. He was supposed to meet a representative from a shoe manufacturer at 5pm.

His sneaker line was gaining ground back in the States and he was looking for partners in the Far East who could manufacture his line without compromising the quality that was sought after back home.  He would also look at importing his stock now from China as it was expensive to be made in the USA.

It was barely ten and he was looking for a way to kill the time.

He peered out of the window and saw that there were number of coffee shops lining the street. It was then that he felt the strong urge to relax before this important meeting. He pulled off his shoes and jeans and tossed them onto the bed where his small suitcase lay. He zipped it open and pulled out a pair of black Supreme sweatpants. He pulled them on before unbuttoning the shirt. He tossed it with the other clothes on the bed and turned around to look at himself in the mirror.

The eagle tattoo spanned his broad muscular chest, with the wings outstretched to cover the bulging skin across his pectorals. He pulled on a matching black t-shirt, donned his headphones and flops and walked out of the room and into the elevator. When the elevator chimed open at the lobby, the lady at the counter looked up and he winked at her.

She responded by flashing a smile comprising of white, even teeth that lit up his eyes. She quickly glanced back down at her work but could not hide the red hue that was quickly shading her cheeks – these Chinese and their formalities – he would never understand.

He popped into the first coffee shop, but the espresso was not to his liking. He picked up a brochure and leafed through it. As he turned to a page about the Yangmingshan national park, he glanced up to see a very pretty face, two tables away, hurriedly look down and scroll through her phone.


Taiwan Cherry Blossoms

Taiwan Cherry Blossoms

He smiled to himself and resumed his perusal of the brochure.  One of the nine national parks in Taiwan, Yangmingshan National Park was located between Taipei and New Taipei City. The park spanned over a large area, stretching out over Taipei’s Beitou and Shilin districts; and New Taipei’s Wanli, Jinshan and Sanzhi districts.  It was less than half an hour away from where he was now sitting and the pictures were absolutely amazing.

He let out a low whistle of how pretty it looked. A throat cleared a few tables away, and he looked over his brochure to see the woman eye him slyly.

He stood up, finally, and hailed a cab outside. He instructed the driver to take him to the Yangmingshan national park.

“Anything interesting I expect to find?” he asked the lanky driver.

“My English not very good,” the driver replied, “but cherry blossoms in full bloom and much pretty now.”

“Oh, really,” Tyrell was amazed. “I’ve only seen them in magazines.”

“You see, very good sir,” intoned the driver. He then proceeded to talk on his mobile phone while Tyrell thought about the park and the images he had seen.  This sounded like a perfect place to wind down while he waited for his contact. Tyrell scrolled through his phone and was engrossed in his Instagram feed when the taxi jerked to a halt.

‘Mister you see, we here now”, the taxi driver exclaimed.

Tyrell paid the man his fare and got out of the car to be overwhelmed by the sight of pathways filled with pink cherry blossom trees.  The ground was covered with their flowers and a beautiful scent carried through the air.  Tyrell walked slowly along the bitumen pathway feeling like he was in another world – a fairy land.  The park was not busy at all, probably because it was a weekday and everyone would be at work.

Apart from its cherry blossoms, Yangmingshan had hot springs, sulfur deposits, fumaroles, venomous snakes, and hiking trails, waterfalls including Taiwan’s tallest dormant volcano, Seven Star Mountain.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed as he looked around.

Being from New York, he was used to concrete streets and glass skyscrapers. The abundance of green and pink simply took his breath away. It was not raining this far from the city and the calm environment enveloped him like Mother Nature’s hug. He pulled his phone from his pocket and started filming a live video of his surroundings. As he spun around, recording the cherry blossoms and the mountain ranges in the background with the tufts of steam and cloud, he saw a familiar face on the screen.

He hurriedly put the phone down and stared around for the face. He did not see her though. Shrugging, he moved on, recording and taking pictures as he went. Finally he came to an elaborate fountain, spewing water from the center and out towards the edges of the circle. Surrounding this fountain was a short brick enclosure within which grew brilliant pink flowers.

As he was taking a photo of this, he noticed the woman again. This time he did not put the phone down, but observed her through the lens of his device. She had high cheek bones, almond shaped eyes and thick black hair that fell down to her shoulders. The dark, shimmering hair kept being blown into her face by the wind and she had to keep tucking it behind her ears.

After a particularly gusty breeze blew the hair in her face, she parted it elegantly to reveal a small but full mouth that completed the heart-shaped face. She had a small, firm figure, with wide hips that swung gaily as she walked.

Drinking all this in with his eyes, Tyrell felt the front of his sweatpants rise and stretch tautly. A nervous giggle jerked him out of his reverie and he saw that she was smiling at him, blushing heavily. It took him a moment to realize that many of the women were staring at him. He looked down only to realize that his thoughts about the woman from the coffee shop had triggered a massive erection. Being in sweatpants, this only accentuated the appearance off his arousal.

Hurriedly, he stowed his phone in his pocket and shoved his other hand into the second pocket, trying to mask the bulge of his arousal that had looked like a pole holding up a tent.  In that moment, a few heavy drops splattered on his forehead and, in the blink of an eye, the rain began to fall. Tourists and other locals scattered, mothers dragging their children along. He whipped his head around and saw the woman going ahead, in a different direction from the rest of the crowd.

He began to follow her, but lost sight of her behind some large cherry blossoms. He ran up, and burst into a deserted hot spring enclosure. The bathers had been in hurry to leave when the rain started.

“I see you found me,” a silky voice said from behind him. He turned around and saw her standing there, looking so beautiful with the wet hair plastered over her delicate face. Her white T-Shirt was also getting stuck to her truly feminine figure and Tyrell could not draw his eyes away from her bosom that had perky nipples showing through because of the now transparent, wet and clingy material.

“Up here,” she said, putting her hand on his chin and raising it so that his eyes found hers.


Chang Ying


“I’m sorry,” he managed to say, “It’s just that I think you were looking at me in the coffee shop earlier today.”

“Yeah,” she replied, “And so?”

“And so it’s only right that I stare back.”

She chuckled again. A sound that was so divine in his ears.

“You’re Tyrell Kiiza, right? Owner of TK Sneakers,” she continued. “My little brother is a fan of your line. Always bugging me when a new pair comes out. I’m ChangYing”

He looked at her, astounded how perfectly she spoke English and that his line of sneakers was well known even in Taiwan. His gaze, however, was following a rivulet of rain water that was making its way down her neck and into her ample cleavage.

“Sorry uhm,” he looked for words. “Pardon me. Yes, I am TK.”

“Thought so, that’s why I followed you here,” she said.

“Well, you do know I don’t carry shoes around with me wherever I go.”

“Of course,” she laughed. “But at least I’m getting to talk to a big person.”

He laughed at her use of the phrase big person. Feigning being hurt, she pushed him and he stumbled, falling into the hot spring. He landed with an almighty splash and came up, spluttering.  He looked up at her with incredulity, she was still laughing. His puzzled expression slowly melted away to laughter as well. He reached out and pulled her in as well, their laughter echoing through the surrounding cherry blossoms, sending birds flapping through the downpour.

When she finally got her laughter in check, she noticed that he was looking at her with a carnal longing in his eyes. Beneath the surface of the water, she could feel the ravenous hunger of his manhood as it throbbed, felt through her wet and flimsy black dress. He reached into the water and pulled her to him, groaning in the process. Pressed against his hard body, she felt vulnerable but was willing to give in. She slipped her nimble fingers beneath his shirt and felt the heat coming off the panes of his abdomen; hotter than even the steaming water they were in.  This was one Taiwan Erotic Story he was going to enjoy!

He looked deep into her eyes and moved in to kiss the smoothness that was her neck. She let out an audible sigh of pleasure and felt her legs giving away; she had not control of them anymore.

She pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bank of the spring. As his kiss descended towards her full breasts – still clad in the black attire – she felt a deep warmth welling down from her navel and settle between her legs. She let out another moan and bit his shoulder, hard. He uttered a deep, primal and beastly groan that sent delicious shivers down her spine. She raked her hands down his chest, along the wings of the eagle, cutting slightly into the skin with her nails. Down the hands went till they slipped into the heavy material of his sweatpants.

There the slim fingers closed around his engorged, throbbing being and felt it quiver with delight. His cock throbbed with urgent need as her hands danced tantalizing on his rigid shaft. More than her hands, he wanted this girl’s mouth on him. Soon, he promised himself. As he unzipped his jean revealing his fully engorged penis.

She gasped on seeing it but then knelt between his parted legs. She leaned down, her tongue sliding wetly over the head of his cock, her gaze on his face.  She parted her lips, taking him inside her mouth, suckling him deeply while her hands gently massaged his balls. He then began holding her tightly to him so she couldn’t escape the thrust of his cock; his hips jerked upward as he forced himself deep into her mouth. She gagged as he rammed the back of her throat, warm saliva dripping to coat the sides of his shaft as it pounded into her.

I’m going to throat fuck you!”

She gagged as he rammed the back of her throat, warm saliva dripping to coat the sides of his shaft as it pounded into her. He wedged his dick into her throat but instead of being scared, she was excited. The action was so unexpected…so incredibly erotic…that without warning, she came, her pussy convulsing in hard, sharp contractions.

She began to play with her clit as he continued to deep throat her as he began to pull the wet T-Shirt off her shoulders….


China Hot Springs

Then they heard voices coming closer. In the next instant, he had carried her onto the bank of the hot spring and jumped out at the same time. He pulled on his wet shirt as she fixed herself up and, together, they fled from the scene laughing as the park attendants rounded the corner into the hot spring clearing.


As his thoughts now cleared, he recalled the bar hopping they had done throughout the night. She had taken him to all the local hangouts, where he’d gotten drunk on a number of bottles of rice wine, tasted the infamous betel nuts and tried out a potent local smoke which after that he recalled little at all.

He vaguely remembered falling into the bed at the hotel and as the facts lay themselves before him, he recalled with a sinking feeling of the meeting he was supposed to have had. He had missed his important meeting – the Chinese did not like people being tardy or missing an appointment.  They took this as a personal insult – how was he going to make that right now?

He found his sweat pants (that were still damp) and retrieved his cell phone – but it would not power up and probably never would having been in the Hot Springs of Taiwan.  He cursed loudly, ‘FUCK!”.

She turned and plainly said, “The Taipei Footwear Family Company will offer you a better deal than those fools at National Footwear Pty Limited.”

Sneaker Business


He looked at her, realization finally dawning on him. His chance meeting with her in the coffee shop might not have been chance after all. This was all some sort of elaborate corporate sabotage between two warring footwear manufacturers, and he was caught in the middle.  Exhausted from the mere thought of it all, Tyrell fell back onto the bed, inviting sleep to wash over him as he waited for his head to clear and make sense of it all.

This was the strangest way to do business in China’s Taiwan.

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