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[Dec. 6] [Onani Master Kurosawa] Five Fantasies That Fueled Kurosawa's Daily Duties
Title: Five Fantasies That Fueled Kurosawa's Daily Duties
Day/Theme: Dec. 6, 2009 "a living work of art"
Series: Onani Master Kurosawa
Character/Pairing: Kurosawa/various females (as imagined by him)
Rating: R for dirty middle school boy sex fantasies.
...I find myself thinking, "Why did I write this?"
Monday: Fujisaki Ayako from the gymnastics team. With her shiny pink leotard, there was little to prevent him from reading between the lines to picture her petite, taunt breasts, her nipples poking into the fabric just as energetically as she hopped and skipped along the slightly swaying balanced beam. She jumped down, breasts bouncing, for a perfect landing, pretty lip-glossed lips, smelling like peach, fitting perfectly around his waiting cock. Next, she'll show him how she does the splits.
Tuesday: Stayed up the night before watching "The Woman in the Dunes." Mitsumine Yuka, little vixen that she is, is the woman, sand caked against her bare, nubile boy, telling him to stay- he must stay- and be her husband. As her husband, Kurosawa had certain...duties, that could also be considered privileges. Sand dripped down on his back as he took her mercilessly. He had never thought sand could be beautiful but seeing it stick to her dampened body he noticed it seemed to sparkle like glass.
Wednesday: Kanamori Satoko was a bad, bad girl. Bleached blond hair and a spray-on tan, she'd welcome the chance for a little natural enhancement after all those chemicals. "Shop-lifting, Satoko? Officer Kurosawa will have to teach you a lesson about the cruelty of life and what happens to those who break the laws." Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her ankles cuffed to the legs of the chair.
Thursday: Something in Japanese history class had actually captured his full attention for once. The Warring States Era. He bet Hideyoshi was just as big a pervert as himself. But it wasn't all the young concubines he thought of while he stood in the stall, it was the plain peasant women, free for the taking in a wild raid by ronin that thrilled him. Kidnapping Ogaki Hisa, an awkward girl with a county accent, and getting into her kimono in an empty field while her village burned in the background.
Friday: Hatakeyama-sensei, the health teacher. Her first name was Ei. In his fantasy she worked part-time at a club to supplement the meager salary she earned from teaching. In the darkened VIP room, she'd unzip his pants and suck him off without asking for ID. She might be thirty and unmarried, but she'd never be leftover Christmas cake to him- who wouldn't want that kind of technical skill? "Call me 'Ei,'" she moaned as he pressed himself against her experienced but yielding body, hurrying him along by hiking up her tight black skirt.
Day/Theme: Dec. 6, 2009 "a living work of art"
Series: Onani Master Kurosawa
Character/Pairing: Kurosawa/various females (as imagined by him)
Rating: R for dirty middle school boy sex fantasies.
...I find myself thinking, "Why did I write this?"
Monday: Fujisaki Ayako from the gymnastics team. With her shiny pink leotard, there was little to prevent him from reading between the lines to picture her petite, taunt breasts, her nipples poking into the fabric just as energetically as she hopped and skipped along the slightly swaying balanced beam. She jumped down, breasts bouncing, for a perfect landing, pretty lip-glossed lips, smelling like peach, fitting perfectly around his waiting cock. Next, she'll show him how she does the splits.
Tuesday: Stayed up the night before watching "The Woman in the Dunes." Mitsumine Yuka, little vixen that she is, is the woman, sand caked against her bare, nubile boy, telling him to stay- he must stay- and be her husband. As her husband, Kurosawa had certain...duties, that could also be considered privileges. Sand dripped down on his back as he took her mercilessly. He had never thought sand could be beautiful but seeing it stick to her dampened body he noticed it seemed to sparkle like glass.
Wednesday: Kanamori Satoko was a bad, bad girl. Bleached blond hair and a spray-on tan, she'd welcome the chance for a little natural enhancement after all those chemicals. "Shop-lifting, Satoko? Officer Kurosawa will have to teach you a lesson about the cruelty of life and what happens to those who break the laws." Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her ankles cuffed to the legs of the chair.
Thursday: Something in Japanese history class had actually captured his full attention for once. The Warring States Era. He bet Hideyoshi was just as big a pervert as himself. But it wasn't all the young concubines he thought of while he stood in the stall, it was the plain peasant women, free for the taking in a wild raid by ronin that thrilled him. Kidnapping Ogaki Hisa, an awkward girl with a county accent, and getting into her kimono in an empty field while her village burned in the background.
Friday: Hatakeyama-sensei, the health teacher. Her first name was Ei. In his fantasy she worked part-time at a club to supplement the meager salary she earned from teaching. In the darkened VIP room, she'd unzip his pants and suck him off without asking for ID. She might be thirty and unmarried, but she'd never be leftover Christmas cake to him- who wouldn't want that kind of technical skill? "Call me 'Ei,'" she moaned as he pressed himself against her experienced but yielding body, hurrying him along by hiking up her tight black skirt.