Tag Archives: kosupure

Sex With Warrior Girls

Time was when elves were Santa’s little helpers. At Christmas they were working hard to load up the jolly red faced man’s sled with the toys the had toiled to make all year so he could deliver them to the good boys and girls. Things it would seem have changed and thanks to World Of […]

Extreme Japan 3

When Eri left later that morning she took a piece of Katsumi with her. Katsumi had only ever let one other person do that to her and she’d paid the price for it. They had both been 16. Miho had met Katsumi a week after her father had “left”. Katsumi had spent much of her […]

Extreme Japan 2

Katsumi hung her waitress outfit in the bathroom from the shower rail. It was soaked from the pouring rain. She walked around her tiny apartment naked, except for a pair of skimpy white briefs. She didn’t feel hungry, but felt she ought to eat something so indulged her passion for potato chips with labels in […]

Extreme Japan 1

Norio stood upright, the twelve hours he had spent at the office leaving little visible impact on him. His clothes were still un-creased, as if they had been freshly pressed, his hair was in place, briefcase held at his side as he hung on to the rail of the subway car. Only his eyes told […]

Fantasy Girls

… And Boys Suze came across this site and sent me the link because she knows that I’m interested in the phenomenon that is Cosplay (コスプレ Kosupure), and that I’ve covered it before on this blog. It doesn’t have to be sexual, though certain elements of it do emphasise sexuality, both overtly and by the […]

Extreme Japan 3

When Eri left later that morning she took a piece of Katsumi with her. Katsumi had only ever let one other person do that to her and she’d paid the price for it. They had both been 16. Miho had met Katsumi a week after her father had “left”. Katsumi had spent much of her […]

Extreme Japan 2

Katsumi hung her waitress outfit in the bathroom from the shower rail. It was soaked from the pouring rain. She walked around her tiny apartment naked, except for a pair of skimpy white briefs. She didn’t feel hungry, but felt she ought to eat something so indulged her passion for potato chips with labels in […]

Extreme Japan 1

Norio stood upright, the twelve hours he had spent at the office leaving little visible impact on him. His clothes were still un-creased, as if they had been freshly pressed, his hair was in place, briefcase held at his side as he hung on to the rail of the subway car. Only his eyes told […]