Geisha And Samurai Novels & Stories

My heart tells me that Samara is different from Giselda, but there was once a time that I thought that Giselda could do no wrong either, and look how that turned out. “You have already seen me naked, my dark prince…” Her words surprise me into silence as she pauses to bite at her bottom lip in the most enticing of ways. “Will you join me in the shower?” My overworked brain nearly misses the silent plea that Samara has made, but once it registered, I could not stop the flood of naughty images that invaded my brain.

Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she read the card: “‘The ancient kitsune spirit has trapped a cold-hearted samurai in her shrine. To earn his freedom, he must submit to her seduction for one full night. She may use any means… and he may not leave until she is fully satisfied.’” Kyomi leaned in, brushing her lips against his as she spoke the final line: “So, samurai… will you play with me?” Her hips rolled again, grinding slowly against his hardness. Her sweater had slipped further, exposing the top of one perfect breast and a hint of a pink nipple. She took his hands and placed them firmly on her waist, then slid them lower to cup her ass. “Touch me, Goro-kun,” she breathed against h

I turned to look at Ethan, who was smiling placidly at both of us. “That’s right!” I said. “I was thinking we could go to Samurai Sizzle, the teppanyaki place? You know, where they cook the food in front of you? I think they even chop up watermelons with a samurai sword sometimes.” “It’s called a katana,” Ethan signed. His eyes were sparkling. “The samurai sword. And they do pineapples too. It’s a whole samurai fruit salad.” Emma giggled and I laughed out loud. There was just something funny about a samurai fruit salad.

When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair. Shamira's soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira's current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider's web.

I've been alone in dark rooms with many men, but none like the twins. They could easily take me, in any way they wanted, in which fighting them would be like fighting the ocean, senseless, useless. But why would I go? They look like they'd be a wild ride. I lick my lips and Bash's nostrils dilate as his attention turns to my mouth. When you grow up around geisha, you learn a thing or two about tricks. Mine has always been to look for opportunities. "If you are the good guys," I say, "then who are the bad guys?"

This is the tale of Sakura-ko, Flower of the Cherry, who was the beautiful dancer of Gim. She was a geisha, born a samurai’s daughter, which sold herself into bondage after her father died, so that her mother might have food to eat. Ah, the pity of it! The money that bought her was called Namida no Kané, that is “the money of tears.” She dwelt in the narrow street of the geisha, where the red and white lanterns swing and the plum trees flourish by the low eves. The street of the geisha is full of music, for they play the samisen there all day long.

He kills for fun and dips his meals in the blood of his victims. “Never better,” Iroshi replies, his eyes graze my body and I grimace. I really should not have come. Behind him, a beautiful woman clad in a kimono steps up. She has two samurai swords tied to her back in the shape of an ‘X’ and she takes her place next to Iroshi. “You have news of Sergio?” Kane asks. Around us, conversations come to a standstill. Kane may be feared by the people in our land but he is still a baby compared to Iroshi. The man was already a mafia king even before Kane was born.

Meanwhile, Samel and Asha took their time to savor the green moon tea and the pastries before going back to rest in their own rooms. Samel is still filled with excitement after remembering Asha’s declaration about their mate ceremony. He has been waiting, and finally his mate showed him her beautiful smile while giving him the answer that almost made him jump up in happiness. The two closed their eyes and dreamed of their mate ceremony with lips curled up.

After a while, when the two's figures grew smaller than the size of a small ball, he sighed and mumbled, "Great Prince Kaizo...when will thy esteemed self return home? Have you truly abandoned the land of your roots?" *************************** "Miss Sam, why are you here?" Kaizo turned to face Sam with a questioning look on his face. While he was not a very curious man, there were a few things that drew his attention. One of such things was the appearance of a Beastman who smelled different. That was always something to be interested in. The other was Sam's appearance here at Levity. As far as Kaizo knew, Sam was not very interested in this famous museum. She hardly visited the place, and

Akiko laughed again, this time more exuberantly, still under the influence of sake. “Samurai?” Kenji looked down at his own body, still dressed in a kimono and hakama. He certainly didn’t feel like a samurai. He often wore a hakama, but usually a simpler one—nothing as elaborate as what he was wearing today. The kimono in particular restricted his movements.