lady reader. I seek but to tell my story, nothing more. If you could see me as I write this, you’d see the truth etched upon my face. Be patient with me. The sea voyage will pass quickly, I promise you. No long speeches from me about the uncomfortable wooden benches in the dining saloon or the lack of running water in my cabin, or the incessant rain flooding the decks or the unexpected sunny winter weather that lasted but a day. A boring, monotonous trip without seeing another ship, some days so cold I couldn’t sit on deck, others so blustery and windy I kept to my room altogether.
I will also promise you this, dear lady reader. If you’re of a prudish nature and find my discussion regarding my samurai off-putting, I give you fair warning: he is a man who wields two swords and always keeps his weapons at hand, a man whose desire to see me nude is so overpowering he will slice through the silk of my finest kimono so it falls to my ankles as I stand before him, my nipples hard and pointy, my skin glistening with sweat, my breathing fast. If you are yet undecided, I will wait until you feel comfortable with reading my story before I continue. I suggest you go shopping, buy a new corset or have your dressmaker add a fashionable new bustle to last year’s gown. Then relax with a cup of mint tea and mull over what I’ve said. When you’re ready to accept the idea of my coupling with such a man, this samurai, pick up my book and turn the page and you will be in Japan.
Until then I shall sit upon my heels and indulge in pleasuring myself with a most interesting item I brought back with me from Tokio, a charming leather dildo attached to my ankle by red silk ribbons. As I rock back and forth, it moves in and out of me…
6
Gulf of Yedo, Japan
A breeze sprang up when we steamed into the Gulf of Yedo, parting the gray mist with a subtle hint of blue showing itself for the briefest of seconds then vanishing, like the kimono sleeve of a geisha girl disappearing behind a sliding door. Disappointment came over me since I had left my breakfast untouched in the dining saloon and raced out on deck to catch my first glimpse of Japan after more than three weeks at sea. But it was as if the steamer sailed through a milky gauze, an open portal if you will, to a land stilled by time, a land washed in grays and charcoals to keep it so, as if the divine Painter Himself decreed it.
I, who love vibrant color, felt drained and listless when I scanned the rugged coast for the beauty of this land, the miles of inland forests, hidden green valleys and mountains capped by eternal snows. I could see nothing but hundreds,no, thousands of fishing boats and smaller craft called sampans with white square sails rushing out to meet us as we slowly headed toward the harbor. The gulf narrowed as we took an inshore passage to find a favorable current, passing a chain of tiny islands misted with fog, hiding from view what I would later learn was a sandy beach and low hills populated with sparse trees. I caught a glimpse of a lighthouse when we rounded the cape, its familiar summit hidden in the clouds, but little else to delight my eye, so I returned to the dining saloon to finish my breakfast. I would later discover I was wrong about the endless grayness that dulled my first impression. As with the last cherry blossom on the branch to open, I would see the beauty of this land unfurl the more intimate I became with these mysterious islands, its resplendence alive and unchanged for centuries, full of promise, danger and—
Passion.
I would know all three, as will you, dear lady reader. Unloosen your lacings. The journey you have breathlessly waited for is about to begin, a journey where you can let yourself go, the fragrance of tea and orange blossoms bewitching you, allowing you to slip beyond what at first frightened you, then intrigued you. Tempted you. Do as I did and let it take on the quality of a dream and never look back.
As soon as the ship
I will also promise you this, dear lady reader. If you’re of a prudish nature and find my discussion regarding my samurai off-putting, I give you fair warning: he is a man who wields two swords and always keeps his weapons at hand, a man whose desire to see me nude is so overpowering he will slice through the silk of my finest kimono so it falls to my ankles as I stand before him, my nipples hard and pointy, my skin glistening with sweat, my breathing fast. If you are yet undecided, I will wait until you feel comfortable with reading my story before I continue. I suggest you go shopping, buy a new corset or have your dressmaker add a fashionable new bustle to last year’s gown. Then relax with a cup of mint tea and mull over what I’ve said. When you’re ready to accept the idea of my coupling with such a man, this samurai, pick up my book and turn the page and you will be in Japan.
Until then I shall sit upon my heels and indulge in pleasuring myself with a most interesting item I brought back with me from Tokio, a charming leather dildo attached to my ankle by red silk ribbons. As I rock back and forth, it moves in and out of me…
6
Gulf of Yedo, Japan
A breeze sprang up when we steamed into the Gulf of Yedo, parting the gray mist with a subtle hint of blue showing itself for the briefest of seconds then vanishing, like the kimono sleeve of a geisha girl disappearing behind a sliding door. Disappointment came over me since I had left my breakfast untouched in the dining saloon and raced out on deck to catch my first glimpse of Japan after more than three weeks at sea. But it was as if the steamer sailed through a milky gauze, an open portal if you will, to a land stilled by time, a land washed in grays and charcoals to keep it so, as if the divine Painter Himself decreed it.
I, who love vibrant color, felt drained and listless when I scanned the rugged coast for the beauty of this land, the miles of inland forests, hidden green valleys and mountains capped by eternal snows. I could see nothing but hundreds,no, thousands of fishing boats and smaller craft called sampans with white square sails rushing out to meet us as we slowly headed toward the harbor. The gulf narrowed as we took an inshore passage to find a favorable current, passing a chain of tiny islands misted with fog, hiding from view what I would later learn was a sandy beach and low hills populated with sparse trees. I caught a glimpse of a lighthouse when we rounded the cape, its familiar summit hidden in the clouds, but little else to delight my eye, so I returned to the dining saloon to finish my breakfast. I would later discover I was wrong about the endless grayness that dulled my first impression. As with the last cherry blossom on the branch to open, I would see the beauty of this land unfurl the more intimate I became with these mysterious islands, its resplendence alive and unchanged for centuries, full of promise, danger and—
Passion.
I would know all three, as will you, dear lady reader. Unloosen your lacings. The journey you have breathlessly waited for is about to begin, a journey where you can let yourself go, the fragrance of tea and orange blossoms bewitching you, allowing you to slip beyond what at first frightened you, then intrigued you. Tempted you. Do as I did and let it take on the quality of a dream and never look back.
As soon as the ship
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