Tear, Geisha 1

"...The thing is, my dear" began the clingy client, whose lust- stung hands were still not quite done with his horse- long meat. "They knew it was rat poison I'm afraid." Though he had once looked a sweet and kindly man, before their copulation of course, like that of her frail late father before his death. With these words, he might as well have been Hell's master of ceremonies.

"Yes. I'm afraid they had him pried up from the hole a fortnight ago. And um, could tell from his black bones, that you're the one that gave him those aches." 

Her large eyes widened, then, with these words became hot and moistened, and soon began to leak out over the cheeks that still reeked of his slippery cock.

"Quite a dosage too. The little powder guy from Edo said you've been buying for those 'rats' for  months."  "Turned his insides black like lacquer. Oh I was there. With the doctors. He's not all bones yet. ...Not pretty..."

His words was like a life that caught up to her 遊女 body. Though she had buried him a few years ago. The makeup of her running tears mingled with the lustful marks upon her cheeks, and tears of a former life laced over her whore face. 

And seemed truth undid her bladder too, as she undid a bladder's worth, and several white slugs of his trapped seed over white the expensive sheets. Why not? Why repress it anymore? Finally someone saw the inside of her sick nightmarish dreams. 

Finally, her ass was free.