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Contemporary/Light
Western Erotica
+ D/s
and Multicultural
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Konnichiwa
Cowboy
published
by Tilly Greene
One of Matt Wilson's earliest
sexual fantasies growing up on a ranch in Montana came from his history books.
His stroke material involved the mysterious women from far away who wore silky
robes, had stark white faces, elaborate hair, and the sexiest painted lips he'd
ever seen. He wanted a lady with that red mouth to satisfy his needs, not
his hand. As he grew older and his sexual identity was established, Matt
never forgot that original fantasy, but it changed to reflect how he wanted that
same woman on her knees, eager to submit and serve his pleasure.
A business trip to Japan opens
the door to his satisfying the long held fantasy, only there's a slight hiccup
called Sakura Nakamura. Sakura
is smart, funny and gorgeous, everything he wants in a woman, but can’t have,
not if he wants to do business with her father.
Unfortunately, he forgot to tell her that and everything changes after
one night.
Is
it a geisha or infatuated workmate who fulfills the visiting cowboy's fantasy?
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Excerpt
“Incredible! I can’t believe
it’s really me under all this makeup. You’re a master with a makeup
brush.” Sakura Nakamura looked closely in the mirror at the elaborate makeup
Molly, her best friend, had taken hours to apply.
Her entire face, neck, and
a small portion of her chest were covered in a thick matte white paste. In
contrast, a stark, kohl black liner outlined her eyes and formed dramatic
eyebrows. The final touch, a bright red dot painted on the center of both her
upper and lower lips, left her with an exotic, pursed appearance. Men around the
world found the geisha look erotic, and she could see why.
It had been her decision to answer
Matt’s request personally. She had used the expected image to hide her
identity, and put on solid black contact lenses to take it a step further. She
wanted to be with the man, intimately, yet not allow him to recognize her. That
took a great deal of work and she left nothing out, including the outlandish
hairdo. All of her straight, shoulder black hair, with long extensions added,
had been manipulated into three exaggerated buns. Molly secured each with plenty
of products and special ornate combs to keep them in place. One of the hair
ornaments had delightful bells that tinkled with her every movement. The other
two had sprigs of her favorite flower, honeysuckle, dangling from them, which
emitted a wonderful fragrance whenever they moved. The combs were the only
things she wore that pointed to her as an individual.
Excitement and anticipation of
what was to happen caused her heart to race wildly. The night promised to bring
her most heated dreams to life, and she couldn’t wait for it to start. Unlike
how she lived each day, always doing what her parents planned for her, tonight
would be all about what she wanted.
Sakura knew she was a dutiful
daughter, although she lived a lie. She hadn’t wanted to rebel against her
parents—they’d never meant to hurt her. They loved her and only wanted her
to have the very best. Unfortunately, their own expectations encouraged them to
raise her under strict rules, offering her no chance to be unique.
There had been bright spots here
and there, like her first taste of independence found at college, but graduation
brought her back under their control. For as long as she could remember, she’d
done whatever they wanted, even when it hadn’t felt right inside her heart and
mind. With Matt Wilson came a chance for her to be true to herself, free, and
with someone she wanted. She’d take their one night together and revel in
being a woman. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, just make some memories to help
her find a way to live as her parents wished.
With the complicated makeup and
hair finished, she moved on to getting dressed.
The bright red silk kimono with
cherry blossoms all over it and the green obi
were hers, a gift to honor her coming of age. Not someone to do something
halfway, she’d followed through with the image she chose to portray that
evening and would wear both geta and tabi,
the traditional wooden sandals and split toed socks. Even though she owned the
odd footwear, she found them uncomfortable. She pushed the discomfort they
caused to the back of her mind and, again, looked in the mirror.
“Is that really me?” Sakura
whispered, shock permeating her voice.
“It’s definitely you.”
Laughing, Molly circled her and checked over the changes she’d helped her
friend make while assuring her no one would see who was behind the makeup.
“I could swear I’m wearing a
mask. There’s nothing familiar about the woman I see looking back at me.”
The moment Sakura decided to do something for herself, she felt whole, body and
soul moving together on the same path. However, there was no future for her and
Matt, even if Matt felt for her half as much as she felt for him. Besides the
distance between Montana and Japan, they were locked into a working
relationship. She’d never shame her boss, her father, by doing anything
inappropriate.
However, last week she’d
completed her job for Nakamura Enterprises in advising a potential partner what
they needed to do to stay in line with the Japanese government’s importation
requirements. A couple of days ago, she’d made her final report to her father,
and was formally finished with the Big W Ranch’s case.
At a loss for excuses to spend
more time with Matt, she’d handled the last item on her list in regards to his
visit. She’d called her contact at the hotel where he stayed and asked if
there were any requests for their guest’s last night. Sakura had made such
calls throughout his stay, but it turned out to be the first time she’d been
given a gift in return. The concierge she worked with revealed Matt had asked
what many Western men sought while visiting her country. He’d requested a
prostitute dressed as a geisha. She hadn’t been turned off by discovering he
was comfortable with his sexual needs. In fact, after thinking it through,
she’d seen it as a chance for him to get what he wanted and for her to be with
him as she’d dreamt.
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