Furuba no Hinansho

Kinyuu 26

Dearest Diary,


Oh, how I have longed for this night. How many nights of sleep I have endured...dreaming of such a night as this. Oh dearest diary, you truly have no idea what I’ve discovered within Shigure-chan arms...


And, well, inside Shigure-chan as well....


Do not blush, dearest Diary! For besides these very seemingly hentai thoughts... I have found my truest inspiration. I have found what I have been looking for years... it has been in front of my eyes for so long, dearest diary, and yet I have been so blind to it.


Life, dearest diary. I have found life. My life, as it was truly meant to be.


Ah, but first, allow me share with you what led up to this great discovery, for I know you wish to absolutely marinate in the very juicy technicalities (naughty, naughty diary!) and let you suffer no more.


It had happened so quickly; Shigure-chan, with his daring challenges, and Kyon-kyon, with his brashly bold yet commendable acting–which, I must admit, was quite admirable (along with quite skillful kisses). Oh, dearest Diary, for a moment, I did not know what to do! I was drowning in a pool of confusion—was Shigure-chan truly jealous? He must’ve been; he was glowing quite the brightest green I have ever encountered. And what had gotten into darling Kyon-kyon? Did he not care that our Dearest Yuki was witnessing this (what must’ve been for him) horrid event? Oh, so many things, Diary, that plagued me within only a matter of seconds.


And then, it all became so clear.


I had to confront Shigure-chan, dearest diary. It was the only way... it was the only way to clarify what I truly felt inside my heart—whether it was true, uncharitable love, or undying, fierce lust. I had to know.


Before I knew it, we were in another room, and... and things go blurry from there, dearest Diary.
I dare not say anymore to corrupt your innocent mind...


Oh, you do wish to be corrupted? Then allow me to go on.


Kyon-kyon and I witnessed the most erotic scene diary... Shigure, and Yuki... oh, the thought gives me chills! It gave me chills, and yet... and yet...


It made me—yes as in, me, Sohma “Aaya” Ayame, obsessor of fashion, Yuki, and the whatnot—jealous. Dearest diary, I was jealous!


And it was then I knew. It was more than lust, diary. It was true, hopefully unrequited love.


As soon as the realization had crashed upon me, I saw Shigure-chan in a whole new light. No, more than that; he was my heaven.


Now, all I found I had to do was tear him away from my darling Yuki.


But that too, found its way... you see, it seemed fickle Kyon-Kyon found his actualization before I (an embarrassment, really) and tackled dearest Yuki to the floor.


And for the very first time, I cared not for my brother, but for the wonderful beast before me. Shigure-chan...


He looked at me, through unveiled wounded eyes. I made my way towards him slowly, feeling that if I moved too quickly he would run. But no, he stayed put, wine glass in hand...knuckles white from the grip. The alcohol, it seemed, took quite the effect on dear Shigure-chan.... perhaps feeding off his aching heart. I took him into my arms, breathing in his wonderful scent as I stuffed my face to his long neck.


“Aaya...” he sighed, and I swear I felt my heartbeat speed to the pace of a cheetah in predator mode. “Aaya...”


“Shigure-chan...” I moaned, feeling the heat inside me increase with passion. I felt tears, diary, real tears of happiness. I felt the connection—the bond—it was as if...as if...


“Aaya...I’ve loved you,” he choked, his arms rounding me in a tight embrace. I did not reject it; in fact, I cherished it like a child and its first toy. “I’ve loved you, and always have... I... I never meant to hurt you...”


“I know Shigure-chan...I know.” And that was it diary; no more words expressed between us, just pure eye contact. We spoke through our eyes—oh, it was a tense moment, diary, but not in a negative way. It was a pleasant pause, while we looked into each others’ eyes, wondering if we should delve into our true desires. And then, he reached down, and began unbuttoning my shirt. I began doing the same with him, and it continued until we found ourselves completely nude—and diary, he was beautiful. Of course, I have seen him naked over the years—the boys’ locker room was lit with wonders—but never, never had I seen him like this. So exotic...


So beautiful...


And all mine diary. All mine.


I reached down and grasped his hardened cock, and he gasped and jerked against me—oh, the pleasantness that sparked between us! Sweat glistened his smooth forehead as my hand molded his wonderful hardness—he’s quite endowed—and jerked it with matured skill. It was not the first time I’ve been with a man; but I want Shigure-chan to be the last.


I stroked his balls below and he gasped, finally grasping my own cock and rubbing it with callused hands. I gasped—it felt so wonderful, more wonderful than anyone I ever had!—and gripped his with renewed strength. He groaned loudly—my name diary!—and his eyes said two magical words as they gazed into my own: Take Me.


He was close to the edge, diary, so close... he needed me, I knew. It wouldn’t be the first time I played seme—though I do prefer uke more often than not—but taking Shigure-chan, this was more than anything else I could’ve imagined...


Before I even asked, he panted “The second drawer...”


I went into it, and there it was: a small tube. It looked so normal in its simplicity, but it would play an enormous part in the joining of me and Shigure-chan. I opened the cap, and a sweet cinnamon smell erupted from it—I really must ask Shigure-chan where he gotten it from, it truly was quite pleasant. I applied it to my ready, dripping cock and moaned when I accidentally turned myself on even more. Then, putting some on my fingers, entered them into Shigure’s tight, oh so tight opening. He gasped, almost yelped, and it was then I knew: it was his first time ever playing uke.


I promised to be gentle, and with that, flicked my fingers inside him, making his eyes widen and gasp loudly. I had reached that spot finally, and he was ready...


I positioned myself behind him, and without a moment to spare, plunged into his tightness. Oh god, it was good. Euphoric. Oh, I had died and went to heaven, and Shigure-chan was my cloud...my wings... Oh God, it was good.


I heard him moan in both pain and pleasure, and I reached down to stroke his dripping cock with the hand that wasn’t gripping his hip. He moaned, he gasped, he cried my name as I pitched over and over and over into his tight ample ass...meeting every pump with a stroke...and then... and then...


And then....


He screamed my name so loud in his release, and with his tightness, I let go as well. It was so beautiful Diary...


And so, so pleasant.


....


I must run and take a cold shower, dearest Diary. Either that, or go see Shigure-chan. In the next 15 seconds.


Life truly is too good to me...


With undying, uncharitable love...
Aaya


PS: Don’t expect another entry ‘til ah... three weeks from now, diary. It’s no fault on your part really... its just that Shigure-chan has that look again... and well, Ha’ri’s with him... and...


Oh my. I didn’t know Ha’ri was so...


WellI’llbegoingnowdiary!Ja-nefornow!!!!


Sohma (future Shigure-chan/Ha’ri-chan) Aaya