(NSFW) The Letter: part 3 of dark nights with sensei

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Unofficial part 3 of Dark Nights with my sensei. As I was going to go to bed in his place, I found out that my sensei, Urayo, was also a yakuza. It was really much confirmed when I saw the full tattoo as he was getting his clothing off to go to sleep, or was he going to sleep with me, I didn't know.

As I ended up kissing him goodnight, he ended up running his fingers through my hair and started kissing me deeply as well. That is when I realized that I was in it for the long haul. As I was starting to make love to him, to kiss him, he started kissing me on the forehead before he started kissing me on the mouth.

As he was heavily kissing me, I realized that he had his hands on my breast. I was wondering what was going on at this point. He never did that before, but then again, I never seen him naked or in the nude before.

When I realized that he was interested not just as me in a romantic way, but also sexually, I ended up deciding to make love to him, to ride him as if he were a horse. As I was making love to him, I climaxed right away and found out that he was very much in love with me. Our juices started to spill and started to mix at the same time as we were making love.

It wasn't shy making love as it was just the idea of having relations that I didn't think I would ever have before, not to mention with my sensei. As I was going to get ready to go to the washroom, I had to go to the little girl's room to answer nature's call. He waited for me, which was fine.

That's when he said, why don't you use one of the swords while you make love to me? A samurai sword? Are you kidding me? That's what he said.

He had this kink about something about being made love to while the girl was using a samurai sword. He also was very interested indeed in falling in love with me, marrying me. This was all going too fast, but I couldn't tell what was going to happen next except that he kissed me deeply and hard on the lips as if he was passionately in love.

I knew that for a fact, but I didn't know he was so attracted to me that he would be, well, bigger than life. That being said, I ended up realizing that he was starting to climb on top of me. He kissed me sweetly, gently, tenderly, then deeply, and then I ended up being made love to in a way I've never been before.

He said that I was beautiful with the samurai sword and that I actually am pretty good at wielding it. That was an observation he made in karate class one time, but this time he was having desirable and sexual undertones with this. I was very unaware what was going to happen next if he was going to take me from behind or if he was going to make love to me from the area where I can see him.

He was in love with me, I knew that. I wanted his touch so bad that I screamed when he didn't touch me. That's when I realized that I was in love with him as well, but not just in love, but as well as addicted to him.

As he was in love with me, I realized that we were both addicted to each other at the same time as if we are each other's drug. We couldn't get enough of each other's touch. It was starting to drive me insane that I wanted to be with him constantly.

The next morning I realized that he was making a traditional Japanese breakfast, which was something that was pretty interesting indeed. When he got down to brass tacks and started making love to me again, this time he fingered me as if trying to make love to me with his hands. It was kind of strange, but it felt good.

Then I realized that he was actually inside me from behind. I realized it felt so good to have a lover, but who was he in love with beforehand? I did not know.

As I was wondering, he must have learned this somewhere, but he did not look like the kind of person that would watch smutty movies. He seemed like a kind of guy that was respectable, so he must have had a girlfriend or something. Between the time I was first meeting him and the first time when he probably met another girl, I never really understood the fact that he could be in love with someone else.

He wasn't one to be that kind of sexual except towards me. He seemed like a very monastic man, like monastic, as in monastery, but he was still there. He was in love with me nonetheless.

It was as if the idea of him being with another woman was going to be just heart-wrenching enough as it is, even though it may have been before I turned 20. I wanted to know more about him, wanted to know more about his personality and what his tattoos meant anyways as I was tracing them with my finger. As I was just being kissed, I realized that his whole apartment was full of martial arts weapons.

I kind of felt safe, but also unsafe at the same time. He was pretty gentle, and he seemed a very kind guy to begin with, but I just didn't know where this was going to lead to. That was when the other morning I ended up finding a letter from Japan in the mailbox of the apartment.

I ended up looking at it, seeing that it was probably written by a female, bingo, he had someone else that was in his heart. This person, I can tell by their kanji, hana, and hiragana and stuff, and kanji and what have you, that that person probably had a mental illness just by the erratic way they had their different characters going, because I've seen this with English as well with mentally ill people. I have met one person who had a mental illness and her writing was just everywhere, but anyways, I was getting scared that this person might be around somewhere, could be not far behind, but I didn't know.

I asked him to read the letter out loud. We ended up having a bit of a tiff, and then he ended up reading the letter and ended up saying that it was a love letter from one of his students in Japan. It was a female, of course, and he was in love with her until he ended up having to go to America.

That's when he realized that he was going to leave her for a better life, but ended up finding out that she did not move on from the relationship, that she was still in love with him. I asked him, when did this relationship start? He said, a few years before ours started.

I was kind of scared that this woman who would have a samurai sword or whatever demented thing would come around and attack me in my sleep if she ever found out, but I didn't want to know. I was going to have to find a place of my own, but I didn't want to be leaving him at the same time. As I was going through the process of trying to find out who this was, I tried to scan the characters that probably were her name, and it came out as Kenshi Sanada, Kansin Sanada.

That was her name. I looked up the name, and I found out that she was a karate champion, and she was very proficient in the katana as well. I didn't know what the hell was going on with this guy.

He was so interested in his own students. She seemed like she may have been a little bit older than me, and probably a little wiser than to be holding a grudge, but there was a letter that said that she was obviously not moving on. It's good to do decisions, decisions.