by Lady Carlton née Katie O’Roarke, heroine of “The Blonde Samurai”
I spoke in my previous post about the act of deflowering a virgin and indeed I promised to enliven you with a most interesting posting of how it is done in Japan.
Without compromise, I shall deliver as promised.
During the defloration ceremony, the gentleman acts like a male honeybee. He cracks open three eggs and swallows the yolks then rubs the whites between the lady’s thighs. Then he wiggles his fingers slippery with the egg whites inside her. A little deeper each night so that by the end of the week, the lady is accustomed to the ritual and is very relaxed and ready for the act of making love.
Controversial, yes, but I must explain to you that virginity does not possess the same sanctity in Japan as it does in our society since the Japanese consider sex a natural act and relegate it to a part of their lives where no sin exists for indulgence in pleasure. They retain an open and a natural approach toward sex and thereby their attitude is–
If the vase must break, make it as easy as possible…
I lost control of my pen as I wrote those words, dear lady reader, trying as I am to remain emotionally detached from this post since I feel it is important to discuss this subject with you since so many young brides approach their wedding night with nary an idea of what to expect. As my own dear mother told me:
“So you can understand why I smiled when, after the lavish wedding reception, my mother kissed me on both cheeks and whispered in my ear I could loosen my night corset but not remove it. And if I lay very still, she assured me in an even voice, it would all be over quickly.”
If I may speak plainly (as I always do), I admit I hesitated to write a posting on the subject of virginity since my own experience was outside the rules of convention. Wild, raucous scenes from my wedding night come to mind, whips flying, nude buttocks up in the air, females shrieking…yet I remained a virgin as evidenced by what I wrote in my memoir, The Blonde Samurai:
“But I was, at this moment, still a virgin and untouched by any man. I have nothing to gain here by delivering an untruth to you. Still, I prayed my virginity was intact, for a wild idea was forming in my brain, a way to save my virtue and my pride. But without proof of my purity, I had nothing to bargain with, for his lordship had made a contract for a virgin and I feared more wrath from him if he didn’t believe me untouched.”
‘Tis true I arrived in Japan a virgin bride. But that all changed when I met Shintaro. I found the deflowering experience with him exhilarating and unique of our love and passion for each other. I felt adored, desired, empowered. I shall ne’er forget his devotion to making my journey to womanhood a wondrous and melodious joy that enveloped both my spiritual and physical self.
So I offer you this solution if you are yet a virgin: choose a worthy and sincere gentleman with experience and allow him to seduce you before your wedding night.
And if you are not a virgin, why not engage your husband or your lover in the deflowering ceremony as it is done in Japan?
Seven days of teasing and foreplay, slippery fingers inserted into you, probing and exciting you.
What could be more delicious? And naughty…
The only difficulty will be explaining to Cook what happened to all her fresh eggs.
“She embraced the way of the warrior. Two swords. Two loves.”