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Sex story with: Youko Kawakami
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On an antique four poster bed slept a woman, clad in a pale, sheer
nightgown, Youko Kawakami's long red hair spilling over her shoulders onto the pillows
around her. Youko Kawakami unconsciously eased the coverings off her long legs,
restlessly seeking relief from the heat of the summer night.
A soft breeze lifted the bedroom curtains, the window open to
And with the breeze, a dark shadow spilled into the room from the window,
slowly coalescing into the form of a strikingly handsome man. His long,
black hair tumbled down his shoulders and hid his fiery eyes. A heavy
black cloak hung from his shoulders, the warmth it provided an apparent
necessity for him, even in the summer. Beneath the cloak, the moonlight
gleamed off the chrome hardware he wore on his impeccably tailored leather
His movements were barely perceptable as he glided towards the
dresser and lit the three candles there. Of course, his reflection
did not appear in the dresser mirror, and the candle light seemed
to flow through him, so that he cast no shadows on the sleeping woman.
He silently removed the ankle and wrist cuffs that were attached to his belt,
and the brass chain around his waist. Surely only a vampire could install
the chains and cuffs on the bed without waking its occupant. When he had
completed the task, he paused a moment to admire his sleeping victim in her
final moments of peaceful sleep. Youko Kawakami's full lips seemed to pout at him and
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