Setting the Stage
Yumi is a true story about two souls that should have never met and two souls that will never forget. Was she a muse, lover, or even a divine projection from my soul? Time will tell.
If you are new to the Dionysian Experience, Yumi is a beautiful Asian woman I first met while seeking waxing services. She is married with beautiful children and owns several high-end spas. I know how I enjoy experiencing Yumi, but how about your experience? I recommend a glass of wine and perhaps slipping off your clothes. Settle in and savor the erotic journey. Who knows, you may even create your own happy ending…or two. Since this journey is fueled by rising erotic tension and memorable firsts, some of the context may be lost if you begin with the latest post. That said, I will try to weave in enough context to have this post stand on its own. Enjoy Yumi as you desire. You can find the entire series here: Yumi
Yumi – Chronology
- Chapter 1: Wax On, Wax Off
- Chapter 2: A Delicate Dance
- Chapter 3: You Special
- Chapter 4: Now You Full
- Chapter 5: It’s Good For You
- Chapter 6: Butterfly
- Chapter 7: Deep Inside (coming soon)
- Chapter 8: Dangerous Man (coming soon)
- Chapter 8: Calling to You
- Appendix: Video Tribute – China Girl
- Appendix: Yumi’s Digital Art
I’m driving down the road heading to my next appointment with Yumi. Almost eight months have passed since first experiencing the divine pleasure of Yumi easing her lips and mouth over my cock. Since then, the intensity of these erotic interludes has only increased. While being on the receiving end is truly a transcendent experience, it also seems to satiate something missing deep in Yumi’s soul.
Our journey though has left me somewhat puzzled. I have persistently tried to get inside her bra and panties but Yumi is evasive and sometimes confusing. She has admitted on multiple occasions to fantasizing about having me inside her. She often follows that with several caveats. “You too big” or “You break me.” She will tell me she can’t do it at work so I offer to get a hotel room for us to visit in private. She says she is worried about someone seeing her going into the hotel. Language is also a bit of a barrier when our conversations get a little deeper and more nuanced. Sometimes I’m not even sure if she understands everything I’m saying.
Why does she resist? Perhaps it has something to do with maintaining this last vestige of faithfulness to her husband even though he sounds like a complete jerk. Maybe she worries about being caught at work and shamed by her employees. Maybe Yumi is worried about a deepening emotional connection that might come with increasing intimacy? Perhaps she genuinely and naively believes that I will stretch out her pussy and her husband will know the difference. Whatever the reason, Yumi won’t let me in fully behind her mask.
It would feel amazing to please Yumi and know her in a deeper and more intimate way. I often fantasize about seeing her naked and exploring her sexy curves. My heart races as I imagine inhaling her sexual scent while my tongue explores her secret Asian garden. In my eyes, she is like a butterfly aching to break free from her cocoon and spread her vibrant wings.
Try as I may to set her free, I’ve reluctantly resigned myself to the status quo for our relationship. While our friendship has deepened and the passion remains, our intimacy seems to have plateaued. I’ve been patient, but she seems unwilling to take the next step. Regardless, the pleasure she does provide is divine and one hell of a consolation prize. As I pull into the parking lot, I’m as excited as ever to see her.
Yumi and I exchange our familiar and completely professional greeting with naughty twinkles in our eye. I like this edge. Her spa is always full of women getting their nails done, and I feel their eyes upon me. We slip into the private room and she watches me undress. Yumi is looking exceptionally hot today in tight jeans showing off her tone thighs and perfectly round little ass. Her high heels are a sexy touch. Seeing Yumi has an immediate and obvious effect in my slacks. Yumi giggles at the sight. I laugh with her and say, “This what happens when I see you!”
I undress and lay on the table. As always, she gives me a little thigh massage and slides her hands across my stomach as we catch up on life. Somewhere in the middle of my boring update, her magical hands center on my manhood. I lose track of what I’m saying but could care less. She wraps one hand around my base as the other cups and sensually massages my balls. Seconds later, she has my cock buried deep in her mouth and I am under her spell. There is a sense of urgency and hunger that emanates from her during this progression. I feel the sense of pleasure and contentment that sweeps over her once she has me in her grasp. It’s as if there is no place in the world she would rather be. That makes two us.
Yumi admiringly licks my length and balls, and then looks up to say, “You so big! You make me so crazy…” This makes me smile. I remember the early visits when I first tried getting her to stroke and suck my cock. She would laughingly call me a crazy man and add, “If I do that, then I crazy too.” Now, it is extra hot to hear her say I’ve made her crazy. She engulfs me…and I forget what I was thinking about.
After a few minutes of this decadent and divine treatment, I pull Yumi off my cock. I sit up on the table with my legs framing her hips. I hold her close and kiss her neck, cheek, and temple while deeply inhaling her scent. I whisper in her ear that she is a special girl and so beautiful. She usually pushes me back down on the table at this point. Her breathing becomes more labored as she holds me closer, more intimately. No resistance? Well, it is my nature to press forward.
My hands soon flow towards her breasts. A hundred times they have been pushed away. Today there is no resistance. She seems somewhat weak-kneed as I squeeze her breasts. My left hand slips in under her shirt and around to the back as I make quick work of releasing her bra. She is nervous, and I can sense this is a big moment for her. It may be the first time a man has touched her like this other than her husband. I press her body into mine to reassure her that she is safe in my arms and my only desire is to please her.
I’m nothing short of spellbound as I finally touch and hold Yumi’s bare breasts. My heart is pounding as I slip off her top and bra. It is hard not stare, but this is a sight I never want to forget. Her nipples are darker than I’m accustomed to and contrast vibrantly with her skin. I cup her breasts and savor her womanly weight as I kiss between her breasts…imagining I’m kissing her heart. I savor her softness and deeply inhale Yumi’s scent. She is intoxicating and passion’s flame is coursing through me like wild fire. In this state I feel beast like and rejoined with nature–I am home.
Yumi’s hands flow across my upper and lower back and then into my full hair as I take her plum-colored, eraser perfect nipples to my lips. I feel the side of her face pressing against my head as she sighs deeply and trembles. I pull her in closer so her breast press firmly against my chest. I’m thinking, “Feel me Yumi, my heat…feel all this manly sexual power flowing for you.”
Yumi’s breathing is more labored. “Michael, you a strong man.” My hands glide downward over her jeans as I firmly grip her ass and lift her off the floor and into me. She is swooning. Incased in a cocoon for all of her years, I can feel Yumi opening up and spreading her wings. She grips me hard, “Michael, I’m crazy for you.”
Wait. What did she say? Crazy for me? That would be a new level of “crazy”. I ask her to say it again. Yumi presses her head closer against mine and whispers breathlessly in my ear, “I’m crazy for you.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I sink my hands into her hair and kiss her, “Yumi, you are a special woman.” She looks into my eyes, “Ah Michael, you special man for me.”
I grab her and pull her up on the table on top of me. We start kissing and she is soooo excited. I quickly sink my hands into her stretchy jeans and under her panties for the first time. Pinch me…I must be dreaming! I am excited like a boy touching girl for the first time in his life but with the wisdom of one that knows what to do.
I squeeze her shapely buns and palm her ass like I own it…and I will. If I have my way, she will one day be screaming that I own her pussy (rather than her husband) as she orgasms all over my deeply thrusting cock. I push down deeper into her jeans so desperate and hungry to reach the promised land. Her jeans are tight and crowding access to her pussy from the back side. I’m almost there…so close…reaching…. Oh My God, her pussy is soaked! The moment is completely surreal…I can’t believe I am touching Yumi’s pussy. I rub her clit a bit and trace to flow of her lips as a visual forms in my mind of she is shaped. I slip a finger inside her tight, burning hot pussy. Oh the sensation of being inside Yumi’s hot gates…there are no words. Yumi is grinding and kissing me. My cock is so hard it could bend steel. I have no idea why today is different from other days with Yumi but we are engulfed in an erotic whirlwind spun up by the archetypal force of Dionysus.
Then, there is a bang outside the door. Fuck! Yumi hops off and quickly pulls herself together as she tosses a blanket over me. We listen nervously. Yumi has her ear to the door and there are voices on the other side speaking in her native tongue. I’m wondering if it’s her husband as thousand scenarios process through my mind. She quickly comes back over and tells me it’s just the repair man here to work on their heater and she needs to meet with him. Damn, MAJOR buzzkill!
I sit up on the table and again frame her within my thighs. She snuggles in with her back against my chest and brings up the topic of travel. She mentions a city she goes to a lot and asks if I ever travel there. I reply, “Sure, I travel all over the country.” She smiles. “I want to travel with you, Michael. I can’t see you here, everyone they know me. We travel, I see you.” I’m feeling rather dazed but pretty sure Yumi is telling me she is ready to fuck me.
I pull her in closer as she places her arms over mine and holds my hands. It feels amazing to hold her like this. We craft a high-level plan for how we will make this work and a tentative date. I explain that I’ll have a rental car and hotel room. With that, Yumi turns around and says, “That sound perfect” as she eases me back onto the table.
I understand she needs to go see the repair man and let her know I don’t need to cum. “No, I make you feel good. It make me feel good.” At my suggestion, she rubs my dripping head across her nipples and spreads my pre-cum all over her chest before once again devouring me. I’m instantly transported to dreamland as new fantasies of fucking Yumi flash through mind like erotic thunderbolts. Like a goddess, Yumi commands her creamy tribute and swallows my offering.
Reluctantly, I dress and prepare to leave. Yumi gives me a hug and says she likes my outfit. “You dress so handsome, you like movie star.” I feel flattered…maybe even blushing. “Thank you…and you are my leading lady.” Before opening the door, Yumi pauses. “Michael, today you come here hungry for woman and now you full. Now, I’m hungry for you. I see you soon.”
I am so anticipating the next chapter….