Japanese Romance Novels & Stories

Sora whispered but I silenced him with a kiss, thrusting into him as he moaned into my mouth. Sora was so lost in pleasure that he started speaking Japanese. His voice sounded both out of pain and pleasure as he mentioned two words that had my body trembling. "Kimochi" and "ochinchin" were so sexy coming out of his mouth. I pulled out of him, pushing him on all fours as I grabbed his waist thrusting into him hard. Sora was screaming, crying and moaning soundless words as I stroked his cock, his brain short circuited as he called my name. He was close and even though I couldn't understand Japanese I knew that he was "Gamen dekinai" meant.

she is still shivering in fear, to make her to forget about the thunderstorms he kissed her though it was an unexpected kiss but it's not by force or ferocious, it is a kiss with mixed feelings and gentleness she was melted in his kiss, he was melted in her taste, they both are lost in deep kiss, she is asleep during the kiss, finally he moved away from her lips and whispered "what you're doing to my heart little girl? these all are new to me, I'm scared to express at the sametime I'm confused to say about my feelings" he closed his eyes in confusion and drifted into deep sleep..... first day in japan was filled with fun and enjoyment, the three couples are being happy without any worries bu

When he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, they both groaned. “So tight,” he growled. “So perfect for me.” He began to move in slow, deep strokes that made her feel every ridge and vein. The counter creaked softly beneath them. Yuji reached around to rub her clit while fucking her, whispering filthy endearments in Japanese: “Kimochi ii… your pussy is sucking me in. Such a naughty little waitress, letting me fuck you where you serve tea.” Aiko’s moans grew louder and more broken. “Yuji… harder… please… ahh! Iku… I’m going to cum again!”

(You taste so good. "Kenji, stop, I need you inside me." We're barely undressed but he does what I ask, pushing himself inside me, keeping up his Japanese until I'm sure I can understand him. "Kimochi ii." (It feels so good.) He pants and I'm so close when he pushes deeply inside me and cries out. "Iku." (I'm coming.) I briefly think of Dane, his finishing and running off when his sister knocks on the door and disappointment flows through me, but it's banished when Kenji stays inside me, his hand reaching down to touch me.

He growled my name against my lips, hips jerking erratically as he followed, burying himself deep, pulsing hot and endless inside me, filling me until I felt every throb. We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, sweat-slicked skin cooling in the aftermath. His arms banded around me, holding me flush against his chest while the tremors slowly faded. When his breathing steadied, he kissed me softer, slow, lingering sweeps of his tongue, tasting the salt of my skin. “That,” he rasped, voice rough with lingering passion, “is your reward. For everything you did in that room. Taking over the meeting… I never knew you could speak Japanese.”

He tells me while he sees his ties. “Ouch!” I say angrily. “What nonsense.” I said, very upset by what he just told me. “The best thing you can give to a dead person is to always remember them for what they were. “This is not a movie, Miss Jefferson.” He tells me, looking at me seriously. “It could be a movie, don't you believe in what happens in romantic movies?” I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies.

"Games just escalated, dragon. You fell first—I decide the rise." Jet lurched through turbulence, kissed, but we clung, anchored, naked forms tangled in leather, silk, storm-wild. Eiko's gambit shattered; Tokyo loomed as a shadow-promise, but here, forced proximity forged us into weapons or lovers. His obsession mirrored mine now, dark romance jet-fueled, power play sealing fates. Ruin mutual, claim inevitable.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

are the sweetest I have ever tasted. He slowly lays me down without taking his face away from my lips... until he is on top of me.... he then kisses my neck a little and tickles it with his lips, he slowly removes my kimono with a lot of sweetness... I know what he wants... it's what I want too... I can't help letting myself go, his kisses are like the melody of a piano, they are just beautiful, so pleasant, so relaxing to feel that he loves me, to feel that we can melt, he embraces me and sticks his lips again like never before, more and more passionate... but in a moment... he stops, he just holds me in his arms and prostrate on my chest... he is just motionless without saying anything. He