I'm...nervous. Worried that the bite of the rope may hurt, or leave noticeable marks in the skin. If that were to happen, would I be in trouble? Or, am I in trouble already? "Take your clothes off." I try to stay in control, not let my hesitation show; and as she slowly slips out of her clothing, I am surprised at how compliant she is. My eyes wander up fr...
A Note From the Author: In this story I use the name "Onihime" as a sort of personification of Death, set toward the end of World War II. While the Japanese term Onihime does, literally, translate as "Demon Princess," the idea that she has some sort of connection with yuri-lesbians is purely my idea. "Yuri" is a term for stories involving love between women...
Nik waved goodbye to the students as they hurried out of class for the weekend. The only ones who stayed behind were those on cleanup duty. The classroom was large but packed to the brim with tables. There was just enough room to walk between and around the desks, and that was it. "Oh, Knight-san, do you have plans for the weekend?" an older gentlemen asked...
Saturday morning in Shinjuku, Tokyo. I woke up with the stinging memory of my humiliation with Miu last night. As I had walked with her to the station, I had felt just a little hopeful that I could redeem the relationship and have a successful fuck with her on Sunday. In the cold light of morning, I knew that wouldn't happen. The more I thought about it, t...
Sheri waited as the sound of soft shuffling slid past the broken window. She held her breath for several long, tense seconds as she stayed crouched below the windowsill. She had caught only glimpse of the thing, a hulking mass of tendrils and what might have been leaves, slowly dragging itself along the ground. In the dim, misty twilight, however, there was...
AN: All dialogue, unless otherwise noted, is spoken in Japanese. For cultural objects that don't fully translate I've added a glossary at the end of the chapter. If New York was the city that never slept, then Terry thought Tokyo was the city that never dreamed. Its denizens pulsed through the neon veins of the city, on their way to work and back, or anot...
Author's Note This story is set in an ancient parallel world and most of the supernatural and dwellings are Japanesque-based or influenced. Disclaimer: I do not profess to know much about the Japanese myth, legend or culture beyond the casual anime/manga, so do take the details with a pinch of salt – much like Twilight's sparkly vampires! Enjoy the read!...
I love John so much. We adore each other and during our relationship we have discovered so very much about each other and ourselves, Before I met John and he has said the same, I really did not know myself. It was as if my inner thoughts had been put away in a secret cupboard, never to be opened. But John changed all that as much as I have helped him to d...
Miles Chapman was a handsome man. Well-manicured, well-kept, and well-presented. His features were rugged, but still refined enough to pass muster in the finest parlors. His beard and mustache were full and carefully trimmed and his hair was styled in the latest fashion. His clothes were the finest cut and style, both fitting and showing off his physique. He...
Kawaii, cuteness in Japanese culture, is literally translated to adorable, precious, lovable, or innocent. Lolita fashion, a Japanese fashion subculture, combines Victorian clothing from the Rococo period with gothic elements. The Lolita look consists of high heel/platform shoes, stockings, a bell shaped knee length skirt/dress, blouse/petticoat, and a fancy...