Borneo, 1669

This was the rainy season, which was to say that it rained every day, in short spurts, as compared to every other day the rest of the year. Storms came and went with such ferocity and randomness that even outsiders felt inclined to subscribe to local myths and rituals to appease whatever gods governed the clouds in this region. Perhaps they were heard even, because the rainy day clouds at least did provide a reprieve from the otherwise intense tropical sun. What the rainy season also meant were swelling at the rivers, and therefore deeper tides that allowed trade ships into the harbor for trade. The rainy season, it turned out, might have been better named the trading season.

Cut into a wedge at the edge of the rain forest, was the Borneo port. Of course it had a local name, but since at least half the people among it were Spaniards, Dutch, English, or some neighboring island, most people just called it after the name of the whole island. The town had a long market square along the docks, and then grew upward with stilted buildings of wood, leave, and mud going up to the edge of the rain forest. During the day day, mule and cart traffic made the winding roads through the town impassable, except for on foot. The stench of manure, and damp mud was constant, and down by the docks on the trading road it was not much better. There it was the smell of people, the sea, and the various spices, oils, and other products being sold.

Of all the different factions which oft frequented Borneo, what was rarest yet to see was a Japanese woman, auspicious with her long dark hair and exotic features. The seclusion to Japan was extensive at this time, with even the Dutch only performing trade via indirect contact on outlying islands for fear that their missionaries would go to the mainland and disrupt the power of the shogun. What was even more unusual was the package this Japanese woman carried.

Joseph Cook, meanwhile was an unassuming Englishman, far from home and familiar with these parts. He had a curiosity to him, a perverse sense of intrusion he could simply not help himself from. He noted this foreigner and couldn't help but follow along. What was she up to, he wondered. They traveled the docks, one unaware of the other up until it became pertinent for Joseph to reveal himself. That happened, when after revealing her package to a merchant the man's eyes went wide and he said something loud in dutch. He began to haggle in earnest, but his outburst had drawn the attention of a few teenage pickpockets who had it in their mind that it was time for a rite of passage to full thievery. They began to circle in, one holding something under his wispy shirt. Joseph strolled in closer.

They padded over behind the Japanese woman, who clearly spoke almost no dutch, but apparently had a little English. She was oblivious to the danger of the market. So Joseph took it upon himself to step in. He came up behind the second boy and nudged him with his flintlock. The boy was caught and he reached out for his brother to signal it. But his brother had already gone for the Japanese woman's pockets; she was quick to respond.

The katana which had been on the merchants table came from its scabbard silent and deadly and sliced clean through the thief's forearm. He screamed, stumbled back. His brother grabbed him and he ran. Joseph cursed. "Jesus and Christ fuckin'," he sputtered, likewise splattered with blood. The market street around them stopped. It was only broken when a couple of well armed looking Spaniards looked over and started to take issue with what appeared to be a crime occurring near their large shipment of... well, whatever they were buying.

Joseph locked eyes with this Japanese woman with the gleaming sword, and looked past her to see that in the rest of her package was the armor of a samurai. Joseph, who was accustomed to thinking fast, made a quick decision. "We gotta go!" he pointed to the Spaniards shoving through the crowd toward them. Whatever language barrier was between them she understood, grabbed her gear and ran with him.

Ducking, diving and shoving, they reached the end of the docks and landed in the mud. Joseph grabbed his new companion and tugged her inland, up around the outer edge of the village, around and under a few mule carts, and then along a hunting path to a cluster of shacks within the damp forest; this was his hideout.

The next day

Joseph awoke to the sound of rain falling atop the wood roof above him. It sounded like drumming on hollow tubes and he inhaled deeply to awaken his lungs. He smelled the rain, smelled the forest, and smelled the sweat of the nude Japanese woman next to him. He observed her katana, her armor nearby, and then observed her carefully. "Ronin," she had said when he asked her name. Didn't sound all that lady-like, he had thought, but who was he to judge? She rolled over, keenly aware of his watching her.

They hadn't talked much, or in fact they had talked plenty, but calling spitting bits of broken English back and forth a conversation was a step too far. Joseph had learned only several things about this leggy, small chested Japanese woman with taught muscle a man might envy. She was a killer, she was on the run, she was desperate for money, and she had been very lonely. As it happened, Joseph was inclined to satisfy several of those problems with simply, one might even say elegant, solutions. He leaned down to her. Both their bodies were slick with the nearly liquid amount of water in the air. They hardly had to move to sweat and even if they didn't sweat, water settled on their bodies. It made her skin glisten and he found himself licking some of it up from between her breasts to satisfy his morning thirst.

Eventually, their mouths met, and he got atop her. Strong legs yanked around his waist and a hand went in his hair. His own hands hooked under her, one on the small of her back above a pair of very ample hips, and the other under her neck. Their bodies began to meat, clapping with a wicked smack that made their kiss repeatedly break from impact. Water splashed off their bodies, sweat or otherwise, and they grunted at each other like dogs. The dark hair between her legs met his a dull thump, and his coarse facial hair left red marks on her neck where he worked it against her kissing and biting.

When they finished fucking, for what might have been the fourth of fifth time since their escape, Joseph rolled to his side and looked in this woman's dark eyes. "I have a boat," he finally informed her. "And I'm going to get rich... money," he said when he recognized confusion on her foreign features. "See... I'm going to steal the Manila galleon. And I think you can help me."

I'll have you all know I actually did a little bit of research to get this one somewhat historically accurate! But uhh... don't look too deep into the details, ahem. Summary? A dashing, rougue-ish English pirate stumbles into a relationship with a stern former samurai woman banished from Japan. They repeatedly fuck like rabbits while making plans to commit the ultimate 17th century money heist. It'll be a classic adventure tale with a bit of romance between two almost opposite people who get to communicate more with their bodies than words. Fun little dynamic, I think.

If you have any knowledge of Edo period Japan, or 1600s European trade then please do bring your knowledge because I only have the faintest. If you have none, then let's make up and pretend we know what we're doing? Yes please. Kinks are going to be plot driven probably, but here are some things I'm pretty into: sweaty, wet sex, giving oral, aggressive/switchy women, sex outdoors and in unusual places, very light interracial themes and... probably plenty of things I'm forgetting. Limits, no blood, piss, scat, or bodily fluids other than spit, sweat, and sex juices (plenty of all those please). No animals, or straight up illegal things. I also don't think non-con or rape is particularly suited to this story, but I'm not opposed to them.

I understand this is probably a hard prompt to respond to. I'm sorry about that, but I'm also pretty damn flexible and understanding, I promise. If you even want to just send a response saying "that was fun to read, it made me think of..." or whatever, we can chat it out from there. If you're bold and want to jump right in, then I'll gladly take it. If not we can figure out the details together. And if you like my writing but aren't quite feeling this story, check my post history. I got quite a bit of a back log now that may interest you!