A few weeks back I shared here and on my blog that I’d have a new set of stories out by September. Unfortunately, I missed that deadline thanks to some personal matters, but I’m happy to say that it’s almost finished! In the meantime, please enjoy a little teaser…
An excerpt from In the House of Ogawa:
The woman in the pink dress spoke to Ogawa in Japanese, bowing respectfully. Her voice was smooth and low like smoke. Ogawa turned to Whitney.
“This is O-san, your first partner for the night. Have you ever had sex with a woman?”
Whitney shook her head. There had been some drunken fumblings with other girls in the past, and she had always felt curious to take it further, but this would be her first true sexual encounter with another woman. Looking at her soon-to-be partner’s slender body, silky lips and long ivory neck, the idea was scary but exciting. She felt her panties moisten.
“Don’t worry. O-san is very experienced.”
O-san giggled, and then bowed her head towards Whitney gracefully. She then held out her gloved hand.
“Take her hand, little fox. Let her show you the way.”
“Yes, Ogawa-san,” Whitney replied, her voice small and quiet. She took the hand of O-san, who was smiling sweetly, and allowed herself to be taken into the center of the room, where there was a large, round cushion on the floor. O-san sat down and beckoned Whitney to follow. All around them were spectators, and Ogawa, who took a seat on a nearby sofa. Unable to believe that they were going to have sex in front of so many people, Whitney began to tremble. Could she really go through with this?
Sensing her trepidation, O-san caressed her with the smooth, cool back of her hand. The satin against her neck and shoulder felt pleasant. “It’s okay,” O-san whispered. Through the openings of her mask, her dark eyes glittered and her lips formed a reassuring smile. She smoothed Whitney’s honey-colored hair affectionately, calming her.
Whitney closed her eyes and allowed O-san to begin. Without the distraction of the audience, she was able to focus on the light, sweet and musky smell of her partner, and the gentle caresses of her fingers, which were travelling up and down her neck and collar. She felt her breath against her chin, and then supple lips meeting with hers. Whitney opened her mouth, welcoming O-san’s slippery tongue to enter. O-san took both of Whitney’s hands and placed them on her breasts.
Whitney opened her eyes and ended the kiss so that she could see the body that she was groping. The two perky breasts that filled each palm gave way only slightly as Whitney kneaded them. Her own breasts were more fleshy, but O-san’s were pert and girlish. The stiff tips of the nipples were easy to make out through the pink fabric of the dress. O-san gave a little sigh while Whitney played with them. Whitney nuzzled the area just below her ear, near the nape of her neck, where her black hair was swept upwards into a chignon. The flesh felt velvety against her lips, and leaving her kisses there made O-san arch her back and turn her head like a cat in heat. Whitney glanced upwards, over O-san’s shoulder and saw Ogawa watching her. They locked eyes for a moment, sending a wave of heat between Whitney’s legs. His gaze penetrated her, his lips unsmiling, his focus on her razor sharp.