felt at first the rustling of the silks. Those of the daimyo
Posted on: October 14, 2008
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| what he had seen. He had seen such drawings before, but they had been very crude, not beautifully bruhed as these were.
His eno drank in the exotic couplings being presented on the rice paper, and he felt his body stirring as it did when he watched the young women of his village bathe themselves from the secret observation posts that he and the other young men had developed over generations of village life.
He heard more than felt at first the rustling of the silks. Those of the daimyo as his hands drew out of the folds of his kimono and then of the silk of his own kimono, as the daimyo pulled away the folds—just enough for his hands to slip in. |
