ARASHI ANON KINK MEME!
ARASHI ANON KINK MEME!
In other words, porn. Kinky porn.
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1) Request a pairing / threesome / whatever and a kink
2) No pedophilia, please
3) If you see a request you can answer, do it!
4) Have fun! Pimp this out!
5) This is a ARASHI MEME, so at least one person HAS to be a member of ARASHI. Other Japanese actors/musicians/ ( Read more... )
In other words, porn. Kinky porn.
Anon is on, IP logging is off.
1) Request a pairing / threesome / whatever and a kink
2) No pedophilia, please
3) If you see a request you can answer, do it!
4) Have fun! Pimp this out!
5) This is a ARASHI MEME, so at least one person HAS to be a member of ARASHI. Other Japanese actors/musicians/ ( Read more... )
"Able to suitably maintain the household and other staff."
"Well-versed in balancing the household budget."
"An utter professional, loyal and attentive but not simpering."
It was just what the Lady Meisa required in a butler. She was away so often, unlike most other ladies of her station. Those ladies who were content to sit on their backsides and knit before the fire or waste time practicing how to be submissive to a future spouse. The Lady Meisa preferred to travel and explore, getting her hands dirty in a tomb or twenty and returning with riches that enabled her to finance subsequent expeditions.
So she needed a man like Sakurai-san to manage the Kuroki estate in her absence. She also needed someone with Sakurai-san's discretion to keep her satisfied. Out in the wilderness, it was all the excitement she needed, but back home at the estate she was expected to receive visitors and be trapped within the walls until she could escape again.
It was times like these when Sakurai-san's many gifts came in handy.
At present, Meisa was feeling rather trapped. A bore of an old woman from the next town over had come to call that afternoon, and she had finally dozed off in a rocking chair in Meisa's sitting room. When Sakurai-san returned to collect the tea tray, Meisa let one of her long legs jut out to prevent the butler from moving forward.
"Sakurai-san," she whispered. "I am in need of some entertainment."
He nodded politely as he always did. "Yes, m'lady. Shall I return the tray first or remain?"
She gestured to the table where he'd picked it up. "Set it back down," she ordered as the old woman, Lady something or other, let out a most unladylike snore.
Meisa stood, leaving the old woman to her nap and headed for the sitting room desk, easing her way on top of it and sliding her legs apart so Sakurai-san could meander his way over to stand between them. "M'lady, it scandalizes me to know we are in the presence of another," he hinted, full lips quirking in amusement.
"Then I shall require some of your famous discretion," she replied, unlacing the front of her dress so Sakurai-san would have an easier time of it.
He maintained his firm, professional demeanor. "If it please Your Ladyship."
She reached for his hand and the starched white glove that covered it. "You may touch me now, Sakurai-san."
"If it please Your Ladyship," he repeated.
But Sakurai-san was still a man, and Meisa watched his eyes as his pupils grew larger. He brought one gloved hand to her face, fingers ghosting across her cheek and drifting across her lips. The other hand sought her waist, but not possessively enough for her to protest. He was, as always, professional.
His thumb lingered on her bottom lip, and she could smell the clean cotton of his glove. He probably had a few dozen pairs, properly laundered and pressed like the rest of his clothing. Meisa let her teeth grab hold of the tip of Sakurai-san's thumb, and he didn't make a sound as she tugged back, pulling the glove from his hand, exposing his long, thin fingers. She let the glove drop soundlessly into her lap.
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