Shunga

By Habu

The Japanese woodblock erotic pillow book art, known as Shunga, dates back to the fourteenth century. The art and its homoerotic depictions, less well known than its more conventional heterosexual ones, are treated in short story form here by habu.
These four stories move from ancient days, with “Bitten Peach,”—the term for young men who have lost their virginity to other men—into the current world re-creation of the art form in film, with “Shunga World” and “Shunga Silence,” and on to “Enticingly Unnaked’s” Shunga-like clothed sex fetish.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Jul 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781925190472

Habu

Habu is one of the pen names of a former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, male model, movie actor, and diplomat. A wild youth in South East Asia was spent enjoying whatever sexual opportunities came his way, and much of his gay male writing is about recalling incidents from those days and inventing ones he’d perhaps have liked to experience. He now leads a very quiet and ordinary life.Check out our blog and get free stories. Feedback and reviews are always appreciated.

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WARNING: This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. Contains graphic gay male sex, reluctance, multiple partners, anal sex, and gay love all of which may be considered offensive by some readers.

All sexually active characters in this work are at least 18 years of age.

This book is copyright © habu 2015

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Published by BarbarianSpy in 2015

Cover design © BarbarianSpy 2015

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ISBN: 978-1-925190-47-2

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Bitten Peach

Shunga World

Shunga Silence

Enticingly Unnaked

About the Author

BOOKS BY HABU

Introduction

The Japanese woodblock erotic pillow book art, known as Shunga, dates back to the fourteenth century. The art and its homoerotic depictions, less well known than its more conventional heterosexual ones, are treated in short story form here by habu.

These four stories move from ancient days, with Bitten Peach,—the term for young men who have lost their virginity to other men—into the current world re-creation of the art form in film, with Shunga World and Shunga Silence, and on to Enticingly Unnaked’s Shunga-like clothed sex fetish.

Bitten Peach

Jang had known it was coming. He just didn’t fully know what it was. His parents, no his whole village, had been honored when, as a particularly small and well-formed and fair-of-face child, he had been selected to train for the emperor’s Cut Sleeve troupe, a very special troupe of actors who only performed for a very select group at the Imperial Court in the Forbidden City. He was taken from his parents at the age of twelve and trained for many years in playing the female parts in the troupe’s highly refined and specialized dramas shown only in the Forbidden City and only at the pleasure and invitation of the emperor.

He had learned all there was to know of the dress and of the walk and of the positioning of hands—and of the facial expressions that went with each of the symbols of the traditional stage scenarios. He learned to smile demurely and look away in embarrassment. He learned to slit his eyes and wet his lips with his tongue. And he learned to open his mouth wide and lift his eyes to the heaven—and even how to swoon in this, the wu, or fifth, movement of the basic play form he was being taught. He practiced the sounds the female characters made—the sigh, and the little giggle, and the long moan. And he learned to dress. The special kimono of heavy brocade, cinched with the tight, breath-taking obi. He wore tabis, the two-sectioned white sock slippers, and the wooden platform sandals that gave the Chinese imperial female her peculiar gait. He at first had thought it strange there were no foundation garments, but he was told the brocade was so heavy that to wear too much during a performance would cause his white makeup to run.

He was taught all of the expressions and movements and sounds he was to make in the female role in Cut Sleeve productions. But he only learned these in theory and in solitary practice with his tutors. He had never practiced with any of the other actors of the troupe—indeed he never had met any of them. He himself was not privileged to watch a Cut Sleeve performance. They were so special that they were meant for the eyes of only a few.

He had begged Hsiang, the troupe master, to declare him ready to perform. He had perfected everything.

And have you perfected the knowledge that you represent your parents, your very ancestors, and your village in this role and that how you deport yourself, how well you stay within your role, no matter what, will determine either the reward or punishment of everyone you know down two generations?

Yes, yes, Shenshen, Jang