Because I am a passionate belletrist who often prefers the company of books to people, I routinely look at the titles as if evaluating the rare treasures of a scriptorium. The attraction for this asceticism began at an early age, though certainly by 16, when I was introduced to the writings of the Marquis de Sade, Rimbaud and Huysmans, three eminent degenerates.
Based on this initiation, I gladly embraced drink, dissipation and decadence. For years, I permitted myself to be in thrall to unsuitable persons as long as my proclivities were easily gratified. A life of gilded aimlessness defined me perfectly.
A recent role model was the charismatic Yoshi Kawamura, one-time luminary of Tokyo’s sadomasochistic scene. The incomparable roué inspired a private party I hosted for Mrs. Evans, my married British lover. What marked the occasion? It was time to celebrate two months of delicious hedonism, though any excuse was valid.
I’ve always enjoyed an irresistible cocktail of voyeurism and infidelity. Yet it’s not enough to simply misbehave; a certain intense edginess naturally enhances life. For instance, I ordered Mrs. Evans to appear at my apartment near Yebisu Garden Place by 9 p.m., wearing only a Bedford leather mid-thigh car coat and a pair of black satin d’Orsay four-inch stiletto sandals with double crossing ankle-straps.
My lover demonstrated good grace, didn’t ask sassy questions, and only exposed her impeccable ass once or twice to pedestrians as she maneuvered brazenly in-and-out of her taxi. A classic MILF, Mrs. Evans looked sensational for age 40.
After ascending by elevator to my sixth floor apartment, the connoisseur of cock obediently handed me her leather car coat. I kissed Mrs. Evans passionately, and nodded toward an overstuff chair by two windows offering splendid views of the splashy Tokyo nightscape. She acquiesced with her cool, carefree style and sat down, wearing only her fashionable shoes.
With a never diminishing arousal, I readily watched two masculine Japanese rent-boys alternate between filling her pretty mouth with firm cock and stimulating her excited clitoris, while numerous condoms lay ready for use in a Versace ashtray nearby. Mrs. Evans was impossibly sexy.
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