Thursday, March 31, 2005

Valentine's Day was a major turning point in the life of Artukei. This webisode contains sensuality and nudity, but it's done very tastefully. Read on if you dare. (Red, I know you will.)

Unrequited February 14, 2005 10:47 pm “Phew! Man, what a day. I am bushed!” I was worn out from DJ’s Valentine’s Day party. I went up to my room to get ready for bed. I started taking off my clothes and I had just gotten down to my shorts, when I heard a sound from behind the door. “Mmm. Reow!” I was startled at first. Who wouldn’t be? I mean, when you start undressing in your own room, you assume that you’re the only one in the room! But anyways, without even turning around, I recognized who it was. “Aisha, I told you not to do that.” Closing the door, Aisha emerged from the shadows wearing her old Firecat costume. “What’s with that old getup?” I asked. She slowly started moving towards me. “I’ve seen you unmasked, Justin. Now it’s time for you to see me.” She removed her mask, letting her hair fall down unbraided. She knows I love that look. I just stood there, dumbfounded by this beautiful scene. Before I knew it, she was right in front of me and removing my glasses. “What the...” I started. But Aisha leaned in and whispered, “Justin,.... do you love me?” Without hesitation, I nodded. “I do.” “I love you too.” With that, she threw her arms around me and started to kiss me. Her tongue entangled itself around mine. Then, she gently grabbed my shoulders and started pulling me onto the bed. I had no reason, or any want for that matter, to fight this sensation. I surrendered to her wiles. But I couldn’t help but wonder what was up. “Man! What’s gotten into Aisha? It’s not a full moon tonight. Whoa!” Aisha started rubbing her leg against mine and coiled her tail around the other. One hand softly caressed my chest while the other held my head as she continued to taste my mouth. “Is she actually trying to.... oh mommy!” Her passion escalading, she began subtly rubbing up against me. My body received the most wonderful sensations as her breasts slid up and down my arm. Breaking away from our kiss, she started licking my face like my cheek was an ice cream cone. “Ahh. Meow.” “Boy, she’s really turned on. Is she serious?” No sooner had I thought this, she reached down and started tugging at the waistband of my shorts. My brain went on full alert! “SHE’S SERIOUS! RED FLAG, BOY! WAKE UP!” My mind quickly snapped back. “Aisha, stop.” As if I had pressed the “off” switch, Aisha stopped and looked up at me. “Too fast for you?” Her ears drooped a little. I let out a small sigh. “No, it’s not that.” I sat up and began my protest. “Aisha, we’ve been through this already. I... I don’t need you this way. At least, not yet.” Of course I wanted her, but I didn’t need her. I had to stay true to my morals and my beliefs. “C’mere.” Taking her hand, I stood up and pulled her up with me. “This.” I wrapped my arms around her and embraced her almost fearfully; as if she would vanish if I let go. Aisha let out a startled cry. “Ohh.” I started running my fingers through her long hair. “This is all I really need.” And it was. This warm and loving embrace meant so much to me and was the most intimate and rewarding thing I could do with Aisha without stepping over my own personal boundaries. But Aisha let out a rather disappointed sigh and gently shoved me away. “No offense, Justin. That’s sweet and all, but..... I do.” “‘You do,’ what?” “I do want you that way.” “What?” “Justin, I love you more than anyone else I’ve ever met. I just wanted you to know that.” “Aisha, you don’t have to sleep with me in order to prove something like that.” “It’s not about proving,.... it’s about feeling.” She moved in and started to kiss me again, but I broke away. “Aisha, I’m sorry, but I can’t.” Feeling a little hurt, Aisha’s eyes started to moisten and her voice became soft. “Then at least touch me.” I was taken aback, but then I remembered. “Wha.... oooohh. I’ve heard this before. This is another one of your tests.” Raising her voice just slightly, she barked, “I’m not fooling around this time!” and quickly started unbuttoning her costume. Like a reflex, I gave out a frightened yelp and whipped around to face the wall. But that couldn’t save me. Putting her arms around my neck, she hugged me from behind, pressing herself into my back. I released more of a startled squeak this time and immediately blushed. “Yep. You’re definitely naked this time.” I could feel Aisha’s breasts practically burning holes into my shoulder blades. She softly kissed my neck and whispered into my ear. “Just this once.... please?” I tried to say “no”, but I ended up blathering like a drunken monkey. She chuckled to herself. “You’re a terrible liar. You may say ‘no’, but I can see that your body says ‘yes’.” Mustering up all the willpower I had, I ignored the kisses, her sweet breath, and the warmth of her bosom and weakly delivered a very serious command. “Down girl.” I clenched my teeth and my fists as if I were talking to the devil himself. As if she didn’t hear me, she let out a small “nya”. But I retorted only louder and even more demanding. “Down girl!” All was silent for a moment and neither of us moved as if this scene had been frozen in time. But slowly, Aisha backed away, dragging her hands up towards my shoulders and finally releasing me. My voice became low and I spoke to her very softly and soberly as I glared at the wall. “Cover yourself up, please.” Aisha spoke to me sounding halfway between anger and sorrow. “I don’t understand you. You say you love me, but you won’t do this one thing for me.... even though I’m practically begging you?” I could hear her starting to sob and hold back her tears. I wasn’t trying to be mean. And it’s not that I was afraid of sex or didn’t want it. Heck no! I WANTED it! God in heaven, did I want it! Especially if it was with Aisha! But I couldn’t. I might’ve been a perverted nekomimi fetishist, but I still had morals. I had promised myself that I would be abstinent till marriage. I had to make Aisha understand my position once and for all. “Aisha, please understand. I want to respect your needs. I do. I really, really, really,.... really, REALLY want to,.... but I can’t. You know I’m celibate until marriage.” Again, there was silence. “I’m sorry Aisha. I can’t give you what you want.” Then, Aisha said the most unimaginable thing. “Then marry me.” I could hear the voices of a hundred readers all screaming “WHAT?!?” at the same time! Then it was my turn. “WHAT?!?” But as I whipped around, my surprised query was stifled by an instinctive “AAH!!” and a closing of the eyes. Aisha was still naked. She repeated, “I want you to marry me.” In a mild state of shock, I tried to retain my composure and not fumble my words. “Ah... Aisha, do you have any idea what you’re asking?!” “Back home, most girls my age would already be married.” “Th... that’s not what I meant. Aisha, you’ve only known me for a few months. Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” “Not only that. I want to... Damn it, Justin! Look at me!” Becoming quite annoyed by my gentlemen practices, she furiously grabbed my face and forced open my eyes. You guessed it. I immediately blushed. I was finally seeing the woman of my dreams fully naked. After ogling her voluptuous curves and what-nots, my attentions became fixed on one thing; her eyes. They were streaming with tears; tears of sadness for her unrequited love. “I love you, Justin Kyle Wahlne. I want to marry you. I want to bind myself to you. I want.... I want to have a family with you.” Her heartfelt confession resonated in my ears. I was speechless. But my silence only made Aisha even madder. She sniffed back her tears and shook me. “Say something, damn you!” “I.... um....” was all my tongue could shake. Almost as if accepting defeat, she breathed a heavy sigh and gathered up her clothes. Then she walked past me and towards the door with her head hanging in misery. Why was I being so damn incompetent?! Enraged with myself, I fought to hold back my own tears and without even looking I bellowed her name. “AISHA!” She stopped and turned around. I looked back at her. A warm smile slowly spread across my face and I nodded. Aisha gasped and her large eyes started to shimmer. I continued as a single tear slid down my face. “I will. Yes.” In a frenzy of emotion, Aisha dropped her clothes, burst into tears, and tackled me, sending me back onto the bed. Between her sobs, she kissed me passionately. But I couldn’t let myself get lost again. “Wait, wait, hang on! I gotta do this right.” I pushed her away and got off the bed. Then, coming around to Aisha’s side, I took her hand, got on one knee and asked, “Miss Aisha Clan-clan, will you marry me?” I was wearing nothing but my shorts and my lady was sitting on my bed in the buff. I never thought that my proposal scene would look like this. But my bride-to-be responded with a sniff and a nod.

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