Akemi, the delicate Asian

Dear Doctor Johnson,

Please forgive the sloppiness of my penmanship, I find myself shaking with conflicting emotions as I attempt to detail the events of this evening. I should be retiring to my bed chambers, but I find I can trust neither myself nor those around me any longer.

After my dinner, I withdrew to my study to savour the moment of privacy before changing for bed. I took the liberty of removing my dinner jacket and loosening the cravat from my neck, Andrews was in a good mood, humming as he poured a small glass of a golden liqueur.

"Forgive me sir," the dark-skinned man waited attentively by the door, "you spoke earlier of interviewing the girls I retained. This unfortunate servant begs you to inform him which of the two would please you to attend to you first?"

I asked him, my Lord, to send in the Nipponese maiden, as I found myself intrigued by her graceful movement and quiet manner. How I now wish with 20-20 hindsight, that I had my man send the blonde Germanic girl to me instead. At the time though, as he withdrew with a bow, I considered my good fortune with placing myself in the care of Dr. Miller and the East Orion Trading Company. As soon as the first disbursement is deposited in my account, I will be in a far more comfortable position than at any other point in my life. I remember taking another sip of the liqueur and closing my eyes as the sweet nectar coated my mouth. The drink tastes much like the plum wine so popular in the orient, but is made of a local fruit and packs a powerful punch. It was in this state that I heard the door to my private room open quietly, and I resolved that the first order of business would be to instruct my new maid in knocking before entering into my presence.

The words died in my mouth as soon as I opened my eyes and took in the sight before me. My delicate dark-haired maidservant was not wearing the proper grey uniform dress I was accustomed to, but instead a loose-sleeved silk robe fastened only loosely at her slender waist and judging by the deep V of her neckline and the exposed skin of her thigh not much else under the amber coloured robe.

"W-what are y-y-you wearing?!" I stammered in surprise and anger. Sir Williard, I hope you can comprehend just how startling it is to find a nearly naked woman has slipped into your rooms. Especially a young woman as startling beautiful as Akemi was. Compared to the immodest gown worn by Akemi, her failure to knock before entering seemed like a trivial matter, however I could not find the words to protest as she fluttered over the floor before settling onto her knees at my feet.

"Master Andrews say I come to Doctor-San this night." I felt both a sudden annoyance with my manservant and a urgent stiffening of my erection that had only just started to subside as I relaxed in the peaceful solitude of my bath. The exotic beauty of the scantily clad young maid combined with her position of subservience at my feet made it nearly impossible to think clearly. Before I could send the girl from my room she shyly lifted her head to meet my stern gaze with her almond shaped eyes and with a quick tug of the tie at her waist and a graceful shrug of her shoulders the revealing wrap slid from her body and she knelt before me in glorious golden-skinned nudity. "Master Andrews say I take care of Master Doctor-San this evening." With a boldness that would be impossible for any English maiden, the Eastern lotus-blossom climbed to her feet and straddled my lap with her slender body. Her slender legs pressed against mine and her small hands tugged at my loosened cravat and deftly began unbuttoning my shirt.

I had thought this quiet Japanese teen particularly demur especially when compared to Hilda, the flirtatious scullery maid. However the way she boldly climbed onto my was so confident that I could not protest. My mind instead continued to compare and contrast the two beautiful servants that had entered my service. Akemi's golden skin was much darker than the blonde Dane; her breasts - though fully rounded and beautifully formed - were tiny compared to Hilda's massive jugs and her hips and thighs were boyish in their slender shape. I just had time to register that Akemi's pubic hair had been completely shaved from her pubes before her sex was pressed against the now raging member of my manhood. The warmth of her naked flesh against my erection finally reminded me of how improper this was and I shifted under the young woman sending waves of pleasure even as I tried to separate our bodies. Sir Williard, my efforts were as ineffectual as a child's. Akemi slipped her hands under my shirt, warm against my shoulders and stilled me with a determined authority.

"Doctor-San must relax." She told me in her charming accented voice "Akemi will give him pleasure." For some unfathomable reason Sir Williard, all I could think about when her lips brushed against mine was to wonder where she had learned to speak English so well and why she had said no more than three words in the all our previous interactions. As our kiss deepened, all the suppressed desires that had been plaguing me exploded like a keg of blasting powder. As I devoured her, the young woman skillfully loosened the buttons of my waistcoat and trousers freeing the hard shaft from its confines before sinking onto me, engulfing me within her tight womanly body. At this point I could no longer think of anything other than how good it felt to be joined to her. She rode me with precision and skill that could only come from years of practice and the experience was different from any I had ever known. Despite my best attempts your Lordship, I find that I cannot explain the sensation of her inner muscles rippling against my shaft as she rocked against me, I can only offer my sincere hope that at least once in your life you get to experience the wonder of sexual union with a trained geisha.

I did not of course know at the time that she was a geisha, or even what that meant. However after my second explosive climax in less than ten minutes I managed to pull free from Akemi's grasp long enough to ask her where she had learned to please men like that. Akemi explained with quiet pride that from the age of seven, she had attended a traditional school in her native land that trained her to become a geisha. While Akemi massaged my arms and legs working the soreness from my muscles, she detailed the life of a girl schooled from early age to be pleasing to men; her education made my medical studies seem almost routine in comparison. The students in her school studied a half dozen different languages, both Western and Japanese dance, several musical instruments, poetry, the great philosophers as well as what men liked and disliked in female companionship. Later, as she once again rode me slowly, this talented maid related how, when she was old enough, she began years of training in the sexual arts as well. Learning to please men with her mouth, vagina and, I was shocked to hear, even her rectum.

Only when I had climaxed one more time within her, she helped me dress as skillfully as Andrews had himself. Speaking of my manservant, I am still very put out that Andrews would send the girl to me like he did, but I find I look forward to experiencing at least some of the sexual secrets that Akemi hinted at without the slightest sign of shame. The geisha assures me she is well versed in the secret sexual teachings of the Hindi, Chinese and Japanese cultures. I would not, of course, entertain these perverse practices with a Christian woman like Hilda, but with this Oriental beauty I think I will endevour to investigate these Eastern delights. If for no other reason, Sir Williard, than to broaden my knowledge of the practices of the peoples in these exotic provinces that are now part of our great British Empire.