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Author: J.E. De Becker
About: One of the earliest examples of sexual tourism. (Or nearly so). Complete title: The Nightless City, or The History of the Yoshiwara Yukwaku, by An English Student of Sociology, is based on De Becker's experiences in Japan during the late 1890s. Told through the eyes of "The Lily," a girl with extraordinary beauty and superstar muscular control in a certain region, who finds herself sold into the life at an early age. Utilizing her special skill and a bit of luck, she makes her way to the top, Horatio-Alger style.
Often reprinted, this work is a starting point for understanding the Western perspective on East Asian sexual culture, and may help explain why men's eyes light up so much if you ever tell them about a stint tending bar in Tokyo's Rappongi District.
Excerpt:
The child half-turned and indicated the stream of people milling past
the curio dealer's shop. “There is Ogawa!” she said and, without
another word, with the manner of an emperor who had given his last word
in an interview, the young girl turned to the curios and gave her
attention once more to the brightly colored objects.
The girl remained with Kobayashi, the curio dealer, for the
rest of the day, but no Ogawa returned to claim the lost child.
That night, after closing up his shop, Kobayashi made another
bed for the girl, determined that the next morning he would hie himself
to the police station and there return this nuisance of a girl who
happened in so suddenly on him, disturbing his bachelor's peace with
her calm, level stare that seemed to probe within the very innermost
recesses of his soul. Somehow, whenever he talked to The Lily, he felt
that she saw through all of his lies and false posturings. The moment a
lie came to his mouth, he thought he could see her lips curl faintly in
a derisive smile and her eyes would level themselves calmly at him. And
he knew that she was laughing at him. During my travels in France I
once saw a picture called The Mona Lisa, and the woman in it had
the same sort of curl and Kobayashi's breath now came in short,
labored gasps. His groping hands now went under the cloth of her
nightgown through the open collar. His hands caressed her breasts
lovingly. Then he slowly drew the quilt away from them and threw it
back on the floor. Both of them lay open now. Beside his long hairy
legs, he saw her slim body, like coral carving outlined under her
nightgown. He looked into her face once more. The same calm expression
was there. She was absolutely untroubled. She seemed to know what to
expect next. And when Kobayashi's quivering hands went slowly to
the hem of her gown and drew the bottom away from her white body and
left it bare to his eyes, she still stared unconcernedly at him, the
taunting smile evident around her lips.
Kobayashi's
eyes almost popped out at the sight of her delicious bare body
lying next to his. He examined her thin thighs that were as shapely as
carved ivory. Now he could see her breasts. They were twin mounds of
alabaster, scarcely nubile, yet emitting an unmistakable feeling that
they were to be for man's pleasure rather than for his use. As she lay
on her side, the powerful swing of her hips sweeping down to her flanks
from her buttocks foretold of the beauteous form that was to come. Then
he looked down at the slit between her legs. Only faint hairs scattered
themselves around it. But it was so small that it could scarcely be
seen. With a hesitant finger, Kobayashi touched the pouting
lips.
“Has any other man seen you as I see you now, oh honorable Lily?” he
asked, a quaver of passion disrupting the even tenor of his voice.
She shook her head and smiled. “No other man has seen or had my
beauty,” the child said with the words of a woman.
In reply, Kobayashi sank his head down between her thighs and
sniffed the delicious virgin fragrance of her vagina. Unspoiled,
un-ravished, he knew that here was a prize that would be his for only a
short time.
“Spread your legs a little,” he begged of her.
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