Dojinshi Novels & Stories

“Don’t crease your forehead, you will look like an old lady.” My eyes widened in surprise to see him leaning towards me as soon as he appeared. “What the heck, Doom! You startled me,” I exclaimed as I pushed him away from me but his well-toned body did not even move an inch. "What?" "You are too close," I said as I playfully knocked his head lightly, but he was able to catch my hand. "Hey, let go," I said as I tried to squeeze my hand away from his grip. "No, but I can just chop-chop your hand if you want to."

He started to remove Eiji's clothes one by one as he kisses every part of Eiji's body. "B-But.." "Focus on me Eiji, Don't you feel good when I do this?" "It feels good…" Eiji can't deny the fact that what Hiroshi is doing makes him feel so good. Once Hiroshi heard Eiji's words he got so excited that he kisses him deeply while he removes his clothes. He didn't forget to wear protection this time, as he doesn't trust the pills that were given by the doctor which is his friend. Also, the doctor told them that it is better to use protection as well if they are not planning to conceive. It is better to be on the safe side than regret what happens next which none of them would want.

He had strange urges to see blood and took delight in cries. The only time he could be himself a little, was when Dojo went back to the underworld at a certain time of the year. Then, he could smile and enjoy the littlest things. He was very fortunate to have seen Avril when Dojo had already left. But he still couldn't think about her too much, or Dojo would realize wherever he was.

"New Year? But this is a… And then it occurs to me exactly what he wants us to do. But I thought we were going to make it on your birthday so you will never forget our anniversary!" "It's a bit hard to forget the New Year! Also, the New Year is already our anniversary when we meet for the first time. It better be our wedding anniversary too" I hold up Travis's gift, admiring it. I had bought another kimono, but this one is made of bright white silk and on the back is a fine, embroidered pattern of two cranes, the tips of their beaks lightly touching. This is not just a kimono, it is a Japanese wedding kimono and it is common to have the image of cranes because cranes are known to mate with o

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

Dana noticed the white towel rolled up and placed on a wooden square. Marcus seemed to notice it too so he spoke again. "It's called "Oshibori," Dana. You can use it to clean your hands before eating." he said, as he unfolded the wet white towel and wiped it on his hand. Dana imitated what Marcus did. It was comfortably warm, and she feels better. She couldn't help but be impressed by the things he saw in Japan, which is why he was sure he would enjoy his stay here.

"Please wait for a moment!" Monica then sat down on an empty seat. He looked around and could see some salarymen or some people that were eating silently. He didn't think too much and watched the employee of the store, preparing his order. Now, some of you might be curious what gyudon is? Gyudon, also known as gyumeshi, is a Japanese dish consisting of a bowl of rice topped with beef and onion simmered in a mildly sweet sauce flavored with dashi, soy sauce, and mirin. It sometimes also includes shirataki noodles and is sometimes topped with a raw egg or a soft poached egg.

Time really flies when you're with the person who makes you happy, after becoming a site seeing donsa over looking Patio, because it's starting to get hot outside the Señorito went inside and I agreed. When we got inside the house, Señorito continued to pull me until he stopped in front of a door that was also made of shoji. He opened the door and then we went inside, then he closed the door again. The traditional Japanese bed, what is it called a futon, gave birth to me. Guys, if you're wondering why I know a few Japanese things, it's because I love watching anime, especially romance. Okay, going back there is only one futon inside the bed, it is on my side where the wall is a pure mirror.

Sasha said, “the more I felt that Himiko wasn’t really a ghost. At least technically. She’s more of a doppelganger, you know, like in Bushinjutsu.” Bushinjutsu (Clone) was another specialty of Aki’s clan. She had yet to reach the mastery required to execute it and the most she could achieve was the Kosoku Zanzo Jutsu (Rapid Image). During the fight with Dragonkist Ryūjin near Pukkitunturri, for instance, Aki moved with such speed that she managed to leave behind fading but discrete images of herself.