The Beauty Of Japan: who is she?


Waking up next to Mizuhashi once again i start to feel even better about being a mistress. Its not about the sex. It’s about being in control and having the power to force someone into doing anything you desire. Out of the small amount of men I’ve shared my bed with Mizuhashi seems different. He’s loyal. The more i lay here watching him sleep i know how much he needs me. I give him what he wants. I give him what he needs. And only i have that power. It may seem different looking in from the outside but in here, in this room we can do or say whatever we want. It’s like a totally different world. We become someone else when we leave this room. Someone we don’t understand.


So many things to get done today and there isn’t much time to do them. I start my day by going to the studio to get ready for a Photo shoot. Then a nice relaxing day at the sauna. I walk through the busy streets of Tokyo snapping pictures of the buildings and couples holding hands. I see a women sitting on a park bench. She looked so beautiful. The sun was lighting her face perfectly. Her hair darker than the midnight sky, eyes a deepening brown, bright smile, sexy figure she tried so hard to hide behind her clothing, an unexpected beauty. I wish now i had the courage to approach her. Without realizing it i began to photograph this beautiful image. She smiled at me. ” Hi, I’m Tiffany.” i said.

” I’m Kim “
” that’s a beautiful name Kim”
” thank you ” she said beginning to blush. I didn’t know what to say. Walking away i noticed a small twinkle in her eye.

The sauna is a place i go to for relaxation. The heat releases all my stress.