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Three leaves in the wind: Chapter 9

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687 or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (now Tokyo). Chiari riferimenti a rapporti omosessuali anche con minori (ma era una prassi comune a molte civiltà del passato e avere sedici anni nel XVII secolo non è come averli al giorno d'oggi).
Scritta per: la mia tabella su 24ore prompt 24:00 La notte non ha limiti
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Anno 1687, aprile
Casa dei lillà, kagemaya a Hakone
Ora del Topo

La serata era proseguita nell’okaya "House of lilacs: Hakone was a small town, could not offer the richness and variety of the company of Yoshiwara, so under that sign, an old okasan called Hatsumomo-san, it offered to its customers all types of entertainment can : from the beautiful tayu expensive kabuki actors, to the humblest ranks, depending on the ability of the bag.
A samurai could not afford to pay a courtesan or an actor: Despite the social prestige and the power of life and death over the lower classes, a soldier had a modest pay. The new rich, the real power, were the rising middle class: merchants, craftsmen, professionals of various kinds which could not carry a sword at his side, but they could buy anything else. Normally samurai despised money as a way of life, but if they had noticed more than a gentleman and generous, often threatened to lead a slightly higher than that of a farmer.
Masanori Sato was a privileged, from this point of view: his family served the Shogun, he had married a niece, and had an income sufficient land to enable a comfortable life, by tightening the belt could also afford some small luxury that night was his reward after a year of Conduct modest life.
Before getting into the room he had to bargain with the old madam, an odious and unworthy of a warrior but the woman had asked for a figure so ridiculously high that it necessarily had to haggle a bit '. Angered by the audacity dell'okasan, had said he would yield his time and then would return to the temple.
was midnight, the moon in the sky was a silver disc nearly perfect, very few clouds disturb her light that can illuminate the room without the help of candles. For some time the set time had passed, but now Masanori had no hurry to leave, nor any desire to separate from her lover. The owner realized he had not disturbed the idyll, he sent a servant with more sake and something to eat, to settle the score would have thought with the sun, a samurai that level did not leave some debts.
Sasaki Ranmaru was a creature so beautiful not to seem real: his ghostly white skin seemed even in the moonlight, her hair shone with silvery reflections as they came down to cover the back up over the buttocks, a smooth back and without the , slender and graceful legs, hands, slender, soft, who had never worked in his life, a bright smile and dark eyes that just as the half closed like a doll's face reddened. They were hugging a little after intercourse, the clothes still confused twisted the arms or feet. He knew the tricks to make great courtesan, that boy, and he was so brazen as to suggest the What and how to make him her lover. Masanori had a certain experience of love for a fee, and could boast a discrete number of achievements both male and female, but that was the first time soon reach a perfect understanding with the sex partner was as if he read that the kagema thoughts and anticipate. It was fun and very rewarding, it could even let go, let down their guard just a bit 'and allow the boy to lead the dancing. Recovering
orgasm, Masanori stood up and took a drink, also ate some herring in the tray the servant had left: it was not tired, in fact, was in perfect shape. For a long time was not good sex for the pleasure of sex with his wife went to bed only in the hope of the long-awaited son and father a child with Sojiro things were still on the high seas, so to speak.
His host smiled lasciviously, divinely naked, lying on the unmade futon "Give me to drink also." Masanori smiled and brought sake to his lips, then leaned on Ranmaru and let the liquor passed his lips to those of the boy.
"I'm not wrong these kisses sake"
"No?"
"But I know even better kisses" and said that Ranmaru poured the contents of the bottle on the penis by Masanori, then lick it.
"Oh, dear," said he threw his head back "You're the most insatiable lover I've ever had."
"I thought you were samurai warriors ready to resist any kind of torture," the other replied coquettishly.
"You're putting to the test, Ranmaru-kun?"
"I will not let you go so soon. This night has no limits of time or imagination "and returned to devote themselves to the erection of Sato. They would have joint
other times during that long night, without worrying that the sky cleared, the sun was born again, that inexorable passing of time like sand between your toes. It was so rare to find a harmony so perfect with a casual lover, the two men they forgot their roles, their lives out of that bed, the rest of the world. Time stopped for a night and erased from their minds the word "goodbye."

Notes:
Okaya: tea houses of pleasure quarters, where geisha entertain guests with shows and sake. Sometimes there also occurred amorous encounters, but it was the rule and was never frowned upon. There were brothels for prostitution, especially those men were called kagemaya, because the workforce was kagema men engaged in prostitution with other men.
Okasan: literally mother was the one who ran a geisha house.
Tayu: courtiers of high rank, with whom conversing only daymno.

Diapered Paris Kennedy

Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 8

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (now Tokyo). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays).
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 18:00 One should always have an alternative
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remember, in case you are looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, April
Spa Hakone
Now Rooster

"Master, there is a pool free, we can dive there," Sojiro overcame travel Masanori dell'onsen entrance, leading the need for the bathroom. They had arrived in Hakone lunchtime and were placed in the rooms that the abbot Takenori had had prepared for them at the temple on the shores of Lake Ashi. That was an area rich with outdoor spas, hot, sulphurous waters which were known as remedies for diseases of body and soul. With the setting sun over the mountains of Hakone, the vapors that rose from the pools, it seemed to be in the realm of demons, an unreal place and enchanted. These spas were frequented by many customers in almost every year, but fell in the evening, with the climate of the mountain still rigid, few people ventured to bathe, Masanori had waited for this to go to the bathroom, did not want pests around.
the spa water was considered sacred, could contaminate any garment, so why was the custom to immerse themselves in the pools completely naked, having properly washed. The nudity was not a taboo, but on the naked body is not gave no importance, but a samurai for its military activity was to keep in training and an athletic body was synonymous with health and vigor. What better opportunity to break the ice and go to the next level of their knowledge?
Without the necessary ablutions, the two samurai were immersed in the warm waters of a small pool, surrounded by white rocks with sulfur. Sojiro the body sank to the water and her hair blacks, let loose, floated on the water.
"This is fantastic!" He said, small drops on the face and skin reddened violently. Masanori laughed and reached out to lure him. A multitude of ripples formed around the body and advancing a knowing smile was formed for the first time on the boy's face. Sato let him curl up against his chest and hugged him, kissing him on the hair, neck, hands, and on every inch of skin left out of the water. Soon reached the desired effect, even on hot water, fairy-tale atmosphere of silence around them. A Sojiro escaped, despite himself, he heard a groan more acute when the man's hand stroking with increasing rate and sank his face in the hollow shoulder, anxious and eager at the same time that the contact did more and more intimate. He felt a foreign body penetrate slowly and in him like an electric shock the memory of Asahi-san, the night of the Feast of the Serpent, crossed it, shaking it a pleasant torpor his muscles stiffened suddenly, but that should not say or do nothing's hand Masanori already left her buttocks and returns to the back.
"We did not hurry," she said in soft voice, but he still felt the need to put a wall between them and walked away. Masanori stared sorry, could conceal his frustration, and was about to bring him back again in his embrace of the items when in the distance announced they were no longer just means a group of men was soaking in a pool nearby, young and lovely guys in the company of merchants or craftsmen on vacation.
"Model" asked Sojiro.
"Perhaps they are during the day but when night falls, I believe that doing business in another way, a much more pleasant."
"Will you go with one of them," asked the boy unexpectedly.
"I'll offend a lot, if I did?" He asked, in turn, Masanori.
"I have the power to prevent it?" Countered Sojiro: he was angry, perhaps, but more seem to mind.
"Do not I will do something that you can make a pain. "
"I do not say I did something that lay me pain?" The boy corrected him and Masanori had the impression that he always underestimated his wit.
"It is useless to deny that tonight, as soon as you sleep, I was going to go out and buy the company of one of these young men, then I suggest you to choose it for me." Now they could play cards, so he put down his ace: the stark and simple truth.
"No way" replied indignantly Sojiro.
"You can choose the most ugly and I will not claim" it urged Masanori.
"It can not there be one of those bad boys, they are all beautiful young "
" The worst among the splendid. There will be only a just passable, is not it? "
" Teacher, do not want to know, I do not know who you are going, because even the least attractive of these gentlemen is certainly more beautiful, elegant and clever than me. I will not be waiting up, but do not come back too late, "came out of the water, shivering with the temperature gap, and walked with quick steps on his geta without turning even once.
would have to imitate him, join him and be with him, but he did not, laziness, lust or just to prove to himself that he could do to unless approval of that kid. He stood soaking in the water and stared at the group of young people until they gave him to understand that he had noticed his presence with silly giggles. When N'ebbe identified one that seemed more attractive than others, changed es'intrattenne bath with new customers.
He had a pale skin, slender body, slender limbs, long hair and a face made of porcelain, was probably a onnagata. His manners were impeccable and her silvery voice, more like a geisha in Yoshiwara certain that his wakashu, and this total difference between the two seemed a good thing, not wanting to have sex with this stranger Sojiro thinking, would not a replacement, would not be fair. He made love to Sojiro at the appropriate time, now he just need to vent and have fun: it was not as betrayal, a kagema was not comparable to a samurai, and as fascinating, a man who prostitutes could not commit more than overnight. So he thought as he approached the prey selected flaunting her smile as a conqueror.
"A splendid night, no?"
"Never seen a more beautiful"
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Masanori Sato of Edo "
" Sasaki Ranmaru, I live in Edo, in Yoshiwara, to be exact. Your friend has left you alone and watch the stars? "
"My young pupil was tired, the children must go to bed early"
Ranmaru smiled, had a cheeky smile, as expected from a man of his kind, but it was not fake, you probably did not mind being approached by Masanori; with a fluid motion of his hand moved a lock over her shoulder and smiled again.

Notes:
Onsen: spas
Geta: high wooden clogs
onnagata: man who plays female roles in Kabuki theater
Sasaki Ranmaru: in medieval Japan, and until the Meiji era , only the samurai and the nobility had a last name, the rest of the population was indicated or with the use of the surname or indicating the place of origin. In the case of artists, they carried a stage name, often written with characters that resemble those of the master.