 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
To Explore My Sexuality |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Children: |
N/A |
| Education: |
N/A |
| Religion: |
Spiritual, but not Religious |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
N/A |
| Body Type: |
Slim / Slender |
| Height: |
5' 2" |
| Ethnicity: |
Asian |
| Languages: |
English, Japanese |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Virtual Relationship, Cyber Sex, Social Encounters, Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Costumes, Toys, Multiple People, Massage Oil |
| Sex is Best: |
Passionate, Loving, In a Relationship |
| Cybersex: |
N/A |
| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Role Player |
My Web Gifts
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Aiko_Yama's Scoop
About me:
Even when I was younger everybody always called me ‘such a Tom boy’. Girls were expected to wear the Victorian dresses, and sit in at dinner parties. But I was too fascinated by the great falls of our own outer realms – beyond the fields of rice paddies, and shrines, there where places that truly was created by the gods! But the others in my village were superstitious … they hated leaving the boundaries of their home, and imagined all kinds of monsters out there – that as far as I’d seen never really existed at all. As I got older, they begun to hate me even more. One day my childhood friend asked her mother to take me along, as they want to the Onsen springs. It was in the middle of December with snow in our lands. We undressed quickly and splashed into the water. I couldn’t help but notice her breasts, filled with milk for an infant child. I reached up and touched one. Not for any sexual urges, but honestly – just the curiosity of an undernourished, flat chested village girl. My friends mother was so shocked, she just pursed her lips tight as I suddenly realized what a strange thing I’d down.
In the night the Elder came, woke my my father and I from our sleep. They demanded that I was tainted, even excused me of being a Yuri! The creatures who take form as a women, and feed off of other women’s sexuality by force, pleasuring them to drain their spiritual chi, until they die from exhaustion. I was tied up by my wrists, gagged with a white cloth, and legs tight together. Our village was too quaint for any sort of holding area, so they threw me into an empty wood shed instead, then bound the door shut.
I huddled into a ball, against the wall to not freeze to death. Not soon after though, the same friend from earlier, who felt ashamed of her mother telling the lie, had appeared to save me. She undid the ropes and set me free. I took the clothes she offered, and ran into the woods that had offered protection so many times before.
The sun would rise and set more then once as I traveled. As the village disappeared further behind me I became more complacent – at peace with where I was. But they did come for me; a single man on a black horse. He was short but strong. Pulling me up as I tried to run. When we reached the place where he was taking me – an old Manor hidden in a grove. I would be forced into his home. We hadn’t even made it beyond the entrance way of marble floors and a two story stairway of ancient wood and ebony light fixtures, when his shirt ripped from the force of wings. He was an imp; a less then human beast often hired by Governors – and Elders, to punish women for breaking tradition.
Pharemones drifted from grinning mouths on his chest as he put his fingers in my hair and pushed my head into him. The fragrance was scentless, yet penetrated into my lungs and lulled me off to sleep. Even in my dreams of color and sound, I could feel the imp’s pulsating self forcing into me. He hadn’t even made the effort to remove me from my clothes, and instead had just pushed my cotton panties out of the way, and opened my legs for his greedy, disgusting needs. It hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before. I could feel my lips tearing as it filled me, and my insides – womb, thighs, and stomach brutally shaken like a coastal paradise in the wake of a tsunami. Finally, I the prison in my dreams gave way to darkness where I could sleep…
Early in the morning I awoke alone in the imp’s bed. I tried to stand up but the stabbing sensation burned with such potency that I could only fall helplessly to the floor. In doing so I bumped a dresser, which then tipped a large mirror to the floor. It cracked perfectly in half, two jagged ends neatly laying for me to take. I moved towards the sharper of the two, intent of slitting my throat with it – or perhaps just driving the shard directly into my heart. But then the mirror spoke – it stopped me. Pleaded me to push it back together again, and there would be a reward. I did, and found myself in a green portal. That portal lead to a new land where my past could never follow me. Here… It brought me here.
Who I'd like to meet:
A women penetrated by the lust of an imp is always cursed; the sticky black sap has soaked into me and stayed there. Each day I awoke with a tightening in my stomach, and in the morning with the memories of last night dreams; a strange, twisted creature growing inside. My womb became cold like ice. That freezing death traveled down between my thighs, where it touched the petal of my flower, and deep down. My small lips will squeeze so tight and not let go. This painful frustration makes it so I can never forget how I got here. And I fear the day that this baby may be born. I need the wisdom of somebody who’s been through the darkness – who can offer their warmth to touch me in the place where there’s only ice. Help me become whole again… Or, is it wrong of me to sacrifice my body… if it means saving my soul?
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More About Aiko_Yama
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Interests:
I'm looking to meet other creative, imaginative, and passionate women who like to RP with me, while also, hopefully using a microphone.
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