Prologue My name, at least for the time being, is Lauren Chase. My friends, few that they necessarily are, just call me Chase, and do I have a long, strange story to tell you. There are times even *I* have trouble believing it, and I'm *living* it. To know why my story is so incredible, you need to know what I look like, at least in this life. Currently, I look like the classic Irish redhead – long, full, wavy red hair, which reaches the middle of back, brilliant green eyes, with a smattering of freckles across the porcelain skin of my cheeks and nose. Standing about 5'8”, with a fit and toned 25-year-old body – firm, yet feminine ass, resting atop what I've been told are impossibly long, athletic legs for my height. It's the type of …show more content…
I landed in Philadelphia on a particularly beautiful spring day in the year 1890 with the intention of visiting my sister and meeting my niece and nephew for the first time. And that's when I met Dao-Ming. When I stepped off the train in Philadelphia, she was there, almost as if she'd been expecting me. A stunningly beautiful Chinese woman, Dao-Ming was petite, yet strong, lithe, yet demure, feminine, yet commanded whatever room she entered. Coal-black hair cascaded in waves down her back, reaching just where her taut but rounded ass cheeks began, appearing blue when the light hit it just right. When she turned her full gaze upon you, her glittering gray eyes seemed to bore through to your very soul to take your measure as a man, but still they were happy eyes, although they also seemed to hide a great melancholy, almost a sadness at times. It wasn't until later I found out what she kept hidden behind those wonderful eyes. Firm breasts, a tad on the smaller side but large enough for my tastes completed the picture. Standing barely 5' 2” tall to my nearly 6 foot muscular frame, the top her head barely reached to my …show more content…
“I've never set eyes upon you before this moment. Who are you?” “My name is Dao-Ming, which means 'Shining Path' in your language. Everything else I need you to know shall soon be revealed. Now, however, we should eat, as I'm sure you're positively famished. “And you sure look as if you do like to eat,” giving me a knowing smile, just before standing on her tiptoes and pulling me into a full-on and passionate kiss, a kiss I returned without thought or protest. Our tongues danced with one another as if they were expert ballroom dancers working their way through the most complicated, yet ridiculously easy waltz. I'd never been kissed like that before, and I was loving it, even through my confusion. While I might not have been a “lady killer” in those days, neither was I wholly unfamiliar with them. I had done my share of carousing – widows looking for a rich man to care for them, young ladies hoping to ensnare a seemingly decent man, even a few squaws of the Lakota Sioux had all found their way into my bed, and none ever left it unsatisfied (at least by their own words). As she kissed me, I slowly became aware of her hand - such a small, delicate hand yet stroking my member through my pants. I was rapidly becoming as hard as an iron