What had started as a sort of a joke had turned into the greatest adventure of Benji’s life. He sat at his computer composing an e-mail. This would be the last time he had to go through the elaborate process of translating his words into Japanese. He had been performing this ritual for the last three years...type, translate, copy, paste, and send. The long years of waiting were finally almost at an end.
Benji had always been fascinated with Japan...its people and its culture.
Four years earlier his best friend Kyle had suggested that he just find a Japanese mail order bride. The idea had seemed absurd to him at the time and Kyle turned it into a running joke. The more that Benji thought about it, though, the less absurd the idea became. He started searching the internet for the perfect Japanese bride. After almost four months of pouring through site after site of Japanese personals and Asian mail order brides, Benji ran across a picture of Nariko. It was a bit blurry but he could tell that she was beautiful. After he had filled in what seemed like a million boxes with his life story, he clicked on the submit box and his information was entered into their database. He sat and waited for his login password to arrive in his e-mail. The site had been extremely slow to load so he knew it could take a while. An hour and a half had passed before he finally gave up for the night. Two days later he finally got his reply from the website. There was a charge of forty-nine ninety-five for a three month membership to the site. Benji thought this would be a small price to pay for the chance to talk to Nariko. Two weeks later he had her email address.
The easy part was over. Now he would actually have to try and think of something to say to her. It was harder than he thought to find the words that could shape the rest of his life. Her profile had said that she was a traditional Japanese lady. He didn’t want to seem too forward or say anything that might offend her. After three days and a hundred twenty three drafts, he finally had the letter he would send. He introduced himself, told her a bit about himself, and asked her if she would possibly be interested in talking further. It was short and to the point and included a picture of himself. He used a website to translate his words into Kanji characters which he knew she could read. He was nervous as a schoolboy as he finally hit the send button. Immediately, he started second guessing the whole idea. A million “what ifs” started running through his head. He knew he wouldn’t sleep that night.
Two days had passed and Benji was beginning to wonder if Nariko was going to reply at all. Waiting around was driving him crazy. Her blurry image was burned into his brain. He was having a hard time concentrating at work. He couldn’t wait to get home to check his e-mail. He couldn’t eat. Sleeping was almost impossible. There were a thousand reasons why he thought she hadn’t written him back. He would give her a couple more days before he went back to the drawing board.
Benji walked through the door of his house and threw a CD in the deck. He threw a frozen pizza in the oven and logged on to his computer. He had one new message in his mailbox. Sixteen long days had passed and he had pretty much given up on ever hearing back from Nariko. He clicked the button to retrieve his mail. The message was from her. His stomach was doing flips when he clicked on the message to open it. “Sir you much honor me. I am looking forward to the hearing from you again. I am much hoping that we can be the good friends.” There was a file attached to the bottom. He scanned the file and clicked open. A photograph appeared on the screen. It was Nariko in a kimono standing in the snow in front of a small house. Benji had been sitting staring at the picture for thirty-five minutes before he noticed the burning smell. He ran to the kitchen and turned off the oven and opened a window. He didn’t even bother to look at the charred remains of the pizza. Food was the last thing on his mind. He hurried back to his computer. He enlarged the photo as much as he could and began to study every minute detail. Her profile said she was thirty-four years old but in her picture she looked like she could have easily been twenty-two. That was one of the things Benji loved about Japanese women. They were ageless. She had large black almond shaped eyes, full lips, and a cute little nose. Her black hair was pinned up with chopsticks. From the way it fell he thought it must be almost to the middle of her back. Nariko was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She looked like a living doll. It was twenty till four when he finally printed out the picture and went to bed.
He spent every spare minute he had writing and talking to Nariko on the phone. She grew to be the best friend Benji had ever had. She taught him all about Japanese traditions and customs. He taught her all about living in the United States and what it was like to live and work on a tree farm in the South. After two years of talking and planning the day came for Nariko to move to the west.
Benji wanted everything to be perfect for the arrival of his new bride to be. He had been working long hours around the house for the last month and a half. He was more excited and exhausted than he had ever been in his life.
Nariko’s flight finally pulled up outside the terminal. It would still be a while before she cleared customs. Benji was so nervous he thought he would pass out. A hundred or so people had filed through the door when Nariko finally entered. She was wearing a navy blue kimono with silver dragons and the traditional wooden geta sandals. He ran over to her and bowed. She threw her arms around him and kissed him.
“Welcome to America, Nariko.”
“I have dream of this day all my life, Benji-san,” she replied.
Benji turned his car down the long winding drive that led to his house. They had talked through the entire two-hour trip from the airport and he could tell that Nariko was exhausted. He had learned to tell when she was tired by her speech. When she was tired her English became more disjointed than usual.
The car came to a stop in front of the split-level ranch house where he lived.
“Tadiama...I’m home, Benji-san,” Nariko said with a big smile.
“Okaeri nasai. Welcome home, Nariko-san,” he replied with a big grin of his own.
“Your Japanese get to be much better, Benji-san.”
“Domo, I have been practicing. Let’s go inside. I’ll show you around the house and bring in your luggage while you take a nap.”
Nariko slipped off her getas and they stepped inside. He began showing her all the different rooms.
“Where you sleep, Benji-san?” she asked.
He led her up a couple of stairs to the bedrooms.
“This is the guestroom. You can sleep in here for now.”
“No, Benji-san. Where you sleep? I sleep where you sleep also if it ok with you?”
“It could not be more ok with me,” he answered. “You can have this room for whatever you wish.”
He took her hand and walked her into his bedroom.
“Bed so big,” she giggled.
He laughed, “This is a big country. Everything here is big.”
Nariko put her arms around him. She was just short enough for Benji to lean down and kiss her on the top of her head.
“Are you ready for some sleep after your long trip? I’ll bet you’re exhausted. I can finish showing you around when you wake up.”
She looked up into his eyes and asked, “Can you stay with me for a while, Benji-san?”
“I could sleep with you forever.”
He opened one of the windows and grabbed a blanket off a chair. They lay down on the bed and he covered them with the blanket. Nariko snuggled close to him and was soon asleep. Benji was the happiest he had ever been in his life. He lay there listening to the sound of her breathing until he fell asleep.
It was late afternoon and a cool autumn breeze was blowing in through the window. Benji had been awake for almost and hour before Nariko woke. She sat up and looked around the room. She was still half asleep and a bit disoriented.
“Konnichiwa, Nariko-san. Did you sleep well?”
“Doozo, Benji-san. I sleep very well. Is it morning?”
He laughed. “No, it’s only five-thirty.”
“Good, I have big surprise for you tonight,” she said with a sly grin.
“I love surprises,” he replied as he climbed out of bed.
“I’ll bring in your suitcases. I’ll bet you would like to take a shower and change.”
“Hai. That would be very good.”
Nariko walked into the kitchen just as he was finishing dinner. He had grilled a large salmon fillet, prepared a Japanese spinach dish and rice for their first meal together. They talked nonstop through dinner. When they had finished Nariko stood up and announced it was time for Benji’s surprise. She instructed him to wait in the living room while she went to change.
Benji’s mouth dropped open as Nariko walked in. She was wearing a black leather harness and black leather thigh high boots. His surprise was utter and complete. He had never pictured her in anything like what she was wearing. Until that moment, he had only thought of her as the traditional subservient Japanese woman.
“Tonight I show you everything you can do to me by doing it to you,” Nariko said.
Benji was still speechless as she walked over to him. She was carrying the small black satchel he had brought in earlier.
“In my village there was great shibari-do master. He honor me by teaching me shibari. You would much honor me by letting me show you some of what I learn.”
The sight of Nariko standing there in leather was driving him crazy. He could feel his cock growing hard inside his pants. He had never dreamed she would be into anything like this.
“Tonight, Nariko, you honor me by showing me what you enjoy.”
“Benji-san, I do these things to you to show you what I wish you to do to me. When you wish, I teach you shibari as it was taught to me.”
Nariko reached into the black satchel and removed a red silk blindfold.
“If you permit, Benji-san.”
He nodded his approval. She tied the blindfold around his head and kissed him softly. She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Benji had no idea what was in store for him. She stood in front of him and leaned up and kissed him passionately and deeply. Her breath was already quick and shallow. She walked around behind him. Her hands were trembling as she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. She let her hands explore the skin of his chest. She ran her fingertips all up and down his back occasionally letting her long nails scrape his skin lightly. She unbuckled his belt and removed it. Next she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She removed his hiking boots and socks as he stood there quietly. She let her hands slip down inside his pants. She lightly ran her nails up and down his rigid shaft before wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking it slowly and tenderly. Her other hand gently cupped around his balls. She pulled off his jeans and stood back looking at his naked body.
“Come to bedroom please,” she whispered.
She picked up her bag with one hand, grabbed his cock with her other hand and carefully led him to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom she sat stood beside the bed and removed a short length of rope from the bag. She skillfully wrapped and looped the rope around his ankles before tying it in a knot. She slowly and deliberately bound his wrists and elbows together in front of him. She tied his knees together and carefully positioned him on the bed on his side. Finally she tied his wrists to his knees so he could not move. This was definitely the first time that Benji had been tied up.
The feeling of being totally at her mercy was strangely exciting to him. Thoughts of doing the same to Nariko raced through his head.
She rolled him over onto his knees and face. Benji trusted her implicitly but the uncertainty of not knowing what was coming next was a bit disconcerting.
Nariko removed a leather flogger from the bag. She teased and tickled his back and ass with the ends of the flogger. A shiver ran through his whole body as she brought it down softly across his back. He knew the next time it would come down on him harder. Nariko ran her fingertips over his back and followed immediately with the flogger. She did this again and again each time following her fingertips with the flogger. Each time she struck him a bit harder. Benji’s dick was hard as a rock now.
She went into the bag again and pulled out a leather riding crop. She started a series of short sharp smacks across his ass and inner thighs. Benji’s skin began to take on a rosy pink color. Nariko frequently ran her hand over the area she had just beaten, always following the pain with her soft touch. She ran her nails up his inner thighs and lightly across his balls. A spasm of intense pleasure swept across his body.
She pulled a leather paddle from the bag and sat down on the bed next to him. She stroked his cock with one hand while the other brought the paddle firmly down across his ass. Benji jumped as the paddle came into contact with his skin. He felt the sting turn into a warm glow as she rubbed the paddle lightly over where she had struck him.
“You will let me know if I hit too hard please, Benji-san?” she questioned.
His only reply was, “More.”
She was only too happy to oblige.
Nariko removed a small thin dildo from her bag and fitted it into the leather harness she was wearing. She smeared a generous amount of lubricant over its entire length. She rubbed more of the lube on her fingers and sat down behind him. His ass was warm from the beating. He jerked as he felt the coolness of the lube on his asshole.
“Relax and enjoy, Benji-san,” she said as she teased the tight brown circle.
Slowly she slipped in one finger. He really despised when the doctor did that during rectal exams but this was different, wildly exciting. He felt another finger slip inside of him. His moans grew louder as she worked her fingers in and out. Once she had three fingers inside and could feel he was relaxed she pulled them out. She placed the head of the dildo against his asshole and slowly pushed it in. Benji gasped as it entered his ass.
She put her arms around him, stroked his cock and massaged his balls as she fucked him up his ass. Benji was at the edge of cumming. She could feel his cock twitching. She stopped stroking him and slammed the dildo deep up his ass. She brought him close four more times before pulling the dildo out of his ass and removing it from the harness.
She turned him on his side and untied his wrists from his knees allowing him to stretch out before rolling him over on his back. She squealed and moaned loudly as she gently lowered herself down on his aching cock. She slowly started grinding her hips. Benji raised his hips to meet her with each stroke. He was again about to cum when she stopped. His whole body was aching for release as Nariko teased him again and again, always stopping before he was able to cum. Nariko removed the remaining ropes leaving him free at last.
“Fuck me, Benji-san. Cum in me,” she whispered in his ear as she peeled off the blindfold and rolled over on her back.
Benji was about to explode. He had never wanted anything so much as he wanted to cum right then. He spread her legs and dove on top of her. All romantic notions he may have once had were replaced with searing animal lust.
He drove his dick as deeply inside her as he could. He hammered her like a wild animal that had been kept in a cage too long. Now the cage door was open and release was finally within his grasp. Nariko was screaming like a cat in heat as she came. Benji’s body tensed as he again neared orgasm. This time he would not be stopped. With a series of wails he came inside her. His load erupted inside her flooding her with the hot white liquid.
He collapsed on top of her unable to move. His body was shaking uncontrollably. Benji had never felt anything like this before. He was spent.
“Benji-san, now you know how to love me.” Nariko whispered.
They lay there breathlessly in each other’s embrace.
“Thank you, Nariko-san, I will never forget this night if I live to be a thousand years old.”
Benji had always been fascinated with Japan...its people and its culture.
Four years earlier his best friend Kyle had suggested that he just find a Japanese mail order bride. The idea had seemed absurd to him at the time and Kyle turned it into a running joke. The more that Benji thought about it, though, the less absurd the idea became. He started searching the internet for the perfect Japanese bride. After almost four months of pouring through site after site of Japanese personals and Asian mail order brides, Benji ran across a picture of Nariko. It was a bit blurry but he could tell that she was beautiful. After he had filled in what seemed like a million boxes with his life story, he clicked on the submit box and his information was entered into their database. He sat and waited for his login password to arrive in his e-mail. The site had been extremely slow to load so he knew it could take a while. An hour and a half had passed before he finally gave up for the night. Two days later he finally got his reply from the website. There was a charge of forty-nine ninety-five for a three month membership to the site. Benji thought this would be a small price to pay for the chance to talk to Nariko. Two weeks later he had her email address.
The easy part was over. Now he would actually have to try and think of something to say to her. It was harder than he thought to find the words that could shape the rest of his life. Her profile had said that she was a traditional Japanese lady. He didn’t want to seem too forward or say anything that might offend her. After three days and a hundred twenty three drafts, he finally had the letter he would send. He introduced himself, told her a bit about himself, and asked her if she would possibly be interested in talking further. It was short and to the point and included a picture of himself. He used a website to translate his words into Kanji characters which he knew she could read. He was nervous as a schoolboy as he finally hit the send button. Immediately, he started second guessing the whole idea. A million “what ifs” started running through his head. He knew he wouldn’t sleep that night.
Two days had passed and Benji was beginning to wonder if Nariko was going to reply at all. Waiting around was driving him crazy. Her blurry image was burned into his brain. He was having a hard time concentrating at work. He couldn’t wait to get home to check his e-mail. He couldn’t eat. Sleeping was almost impossible. There were a thousand reasons why he thought she hadn’t written him back. He would give her a couple more days before he went back to the drawing board.
Benji walked through the door of his house and threw a CD in the deck. He threw a frozen pizza in the oven and logged on to his computer. He had one new message in his mailbox. Sixteen long days had passed and he had pretty much given up on ever hearing back from Nariko. He clicked the button to retrieve his mail. The message was from her. His stomach was doing flips when he clicked on the message to open it. “Sir you much honor me. I am looking forward to the hearing from you again. I am much hoping that we can be the good friends.” There was a file attached to the bottom. He scanned the file and clicked open. A photograph appeared on the screen. It was Nariko in a kimono standing in the snow in front of a small house. Benji had been sitting staring at the picture for thirty-five minutes before he noticed the burning smell. He ran to the kitchen and turned off the oven and opened a window. He didn’t even bother to look at the charred remains of the pizza. Food was the last thing on his mind. He hurried back to his computer. He enlarged the photo as much as he could and began to study every minute detail. Her profile said she was thirty-four years old but in her picture she looked like she could have easily been twenty-two. That was one of the things Benji loved about Japanese women. They were ageless. She had large black almond shaped eyes, full lips, and a cute little nose. Her black hair was pinned up with chopsticks. From the way it fell he thought it must be almost to the middle of her back. Nariko was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She looked like a living doll. It was twenty till four when he finally printed out the picture and went to bed.
He spent every spare minute he had writing and talking to Nariko on the phone. She grew to be the best friend Benji had ever had. She taught him all about Japanese traditions and customs. He taught her all about living in the United States and what it was like to live and work on a tree farm in the South. After two years of talking and planning the day came for Nariko to move to the west.
Benji wanted everything to be perfect for the arrival of his new bride to be. He had been working long hours around the house for the last month and a half. He was more excited and exhausted than he had ever been in his life.
Nariko’s flight finally pulled up outside the terminal. It would still be a while before she cleared customs. Benji was so nervous he thought he would pass out. A hundred or so people had filed through the door when Nariko finally entered. She was wearing a navy blue kimono with silver dragons and the traditional wooden geta sandals. He ran over to her and bowed. She threw her arms around him and kissed him.
“Welcome to America, Nariko.”
“I have dream of this day all my life, Benji-san,” she replied.
Benji turned his car down the long winding drive that led to his house. They had talked through the entire two-hour trip from the airport and he could tell that Nariko was exhausted. He had learned to tell when she was tired by her speech. When she was tired her English became more disjointed than usual.
The car came to a stop in front of the split-level ranch house where he lived.
“Tadiama...I’m home, Benji-san,” Nariko said with a big smile.
“Okaeri nasai. Welcome home, Nariko-san,” he replied with a big grin of his own.
“Your Japanese get to be much better, Benji-san.”
“Domo, I have been practicing. Let’s go inside. I’ll show you around the house and bring in your luggage while you take a nap.”
Nariko slipped off her getas and they stepped inside. He began showing her all the different rooms.
“Where you sleep, Benji-san?” she asked.
He led her up a couple of stairs to the bedrooms.
“This is the guestroom. You can sleep in here for now.”
“No, Benji-san. Where you sleep? I sleep where you sleep also if it ok with you?”
“It could not be more ok with me,” he answered. “You can have this room for whatever you wish.”
He took her hand and walked her into his bedroom.
“Bed so big,” she giggled.
He laughed, “This is a big country. Everything here is big.”
Nariko put her arms around him. She was just short enough for Benji to lean down and kiss her on the top of her head.
“Are you ready for some sleep after your long trip? I’ll bet you’re exhausted. I can finish showing you around when you wake up.”
She looked up into his eyes and asked, “Can you stay with me for a while, Benji-san?”
“I could sleep with you forever.”
He opened one of the windows and grabbed a blanket off a chair. They lay down on the bed and he covered them with the blanket. Nariko snuggled close to him and was soon asleep. Benji was the happiest he had ever been in his life. He lay there listening to the sound of her breathing until he fell asleep.
It was late afternoon and a cool autumn breeze was blowing in through the window. Benji had been awake for almost and hour before Nariko woke. She sat up and looked around the room. She was still half asleep and a bit disoriented.
“Konnichiwa, Nariko-san. Did you sleep well?”
“Doozo, Benji-san. I sleep very well. Is it morning?”
He laughed. “No, it’s only five-thirty.”
“Good, I have big surprise for you tonight,” she said with a sly grin.
“I love surprises,” he replied as he climbed out of bed.
“I’ll bring in your suitcases. I’ll bet you would like to take a shower and change.”
“Hai. That would be very good.”
Nariko walked into the kitchen just as he was finishing dinner. He had grilled a large salmon fillet, prepared a Japanese spinach dish and rice for their first meal together. They talked nonstop through dinner. When they had finished Nariko stood up and announced it was time for Benji’s surprise. She instructed him to wait in the living room while she went to change.
Benji’s mouth dropped open as Nariko walked in. She was wearing a black leather harness and black leather thigh high boots. His surprise was utter and complete. He had never pictured her in anything like what she was wearing. Until that moment, he had only thought of her as the traditional subservient Japanese woman.
“Tonight I show you everything you can do to me by doing it to you,” Nariko said.
Benji was still speechless as she walked over to him. She was carrying the small black satchel he had brought in earlier.
“In my village there was great shibari-do master. He honor me by teaching me shibari. You would much honor me by letting me show you some of what I learn.”
The sight of Nariko standing there in leather was driving him crazy. He could feel his cock growing hard inside his pants. He had never dreamed she would be into anything like this.
“Tonight, Nariko, you honor me by showing me what you enjoy.”
“Benji-san, I do these things to you to show you what I wish you to do to me. When you wish, I teach you shibari as it was taught to me.”
Nariko reached into the black satchel and removed a red silk blindfold.
“If you permit, Benji-san.”
He nodded his approval. She tied the blindfold around his head and kissed him softly. She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Benji had no idea what was in store for him. She stood in front of him and leaned up and kissed him passionately and deeply. Her breath was already quick and shallow. She walked around behind him. Her hands were trembling as she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. She let her hands explore the skin of his chest. She ran her fingertips all up and down his back occasionally letting her long nails scrape his skin lightly. She unbuckled his belt and removed it. Next she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She removed his hiking boots and socks as he stood there quietly. She let her hands slip down inside his pants. She lightly ran her nails up and down his rigid shaft before wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking it slowly and tenderly. Her other hand gently cupped around his balls. She pulled off his jeans and stood back looking at his naked body.
“Come to bedroom please,” she whispered.
She picked up her bag with one hand, grabbed his cock with her other hand and carefully led him to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom she sat stood beside the bed and removed a short length of rope from the bag. She skillfully wrapped and looped the rope around his ankles before tying it in a knot. She slowly and deliberately bound his wrists and elbows together in front of him. She tied his knees together and carefully positioned him on the bed on his side. Finally she tied his wrists to his knees so he could not move. This was definitely the first time that Benji had been tied up.
The feeling of being totally at her mercy was strangely exciting to him. Thoughts of doing the same to Nariko raced through his head.
She rolled him over onto his knees and face. Benji trusted her implicitly but the uncertainty of not knowing what was coming next was a bit disconcerting.
Nariko removed a leather flogger from the bag. She teased and tickled his back and ass with the ends of the flogger. A shiver ran through his whole body as she brought it down softly across his back. He knew the next time it would come down on him harder. Nariko ran her fingertips over his back and followed immediately with the flogger. She did this again and again each time following her fingertips with the flogger. Each time she struck him a bit harder. Benji’s dick was hard as a rock now.
She went into the bag again and pulled out a leather riding crop. She started a series of short sharp smacks across his ass and inner thighs. Benji’s skin began to take on a rosy pink color. Nariko frequently ran her hand over the area she had just beaten, always following the pain with her soft touch. She ran her nails up his inner thighs and lightly across his balls. A spasm of intense pleasure swept across his body.
She pulled a leather paddle from the bag and sat down on the bed next to him. She stroked his cock with one hand while the other brought the paddle firmly down across his ass. Benji jumped as the paddle came into contact with his skin. He felt the sting turn into a warm glow as she rubbed the paddle lightly over where she had struck him.
“You will let me know if I hit too hard please, Benji-san?” she questioned.
His only reply was, “More.”
She was only too happy to oblige.
Nariko removed a small thin dildo from her bag and fitted it into the leather harness she was wearing. She smeared a generous amount of lubricant over its entire length. She rubbed more of the lube on her fingers and sat down behind him. His ass was warm from the beating. He jerked as he felt the coolness of the lube on his asshole.
“Relax and enjoy, Benji-san,” she said as she teased the tight brown circle.
Slowly she slipped in one finger. He really despised when the doctor did that during rectal exams but this was different, wildly exciting. He felt another finger slip inside of him. His moans grew louder as she worked her fingers in and out. Once she had three fingers inside and could feel he was relaxed she pulled them out. She placed the head of the dildo against his asshole and slowly pushed it in. Benji gasped as it entered his ass.
She put her arms around him, stroked his cock and massaged his balls as she fucked him up his ass. Benji was at the edge of cumming. She could feel his cock twitching. She stopped stroking him and slammed the dildo deep up his ass. She brought him close four more times before pulling the dildo out of his ass and removing it from the harness.
She turned him on his side and untied his wrists from his knees allowing him to stretch out before rolling him over on his back. She squealed and moaned loudly as she gently lowered herself down on his aching cock. She slowly started grinding her hips. Benji raised his hips to meet her with each stroke. He was again about to cum when she stopped. His whole body was aching for release as Nariko teased him again and again, always stopping before he was able to cum. Nariko removed the remaining ropes leaving him free at last.
“Fuck me, Benji-san. Cum in me,” she whispered in his ear as she peeled off the blindfold and rolled over on her back.
Benji was about to explode. He had never wanted anything so much as he wanted to cum right then. He spread her legs and dove on top of her. All romantic notions he may have once had were replaced with searing animal lust.
He drove his dick as deeply inside her as he could. He hammered her like a wild animal that had been kept in a cage too long. Now the cage door was open and release was finally within his grasp. Nariko was screaming like a cat in heat as she came. Benji’s body tensed as he again neared orgasm. This time he would not be stopped. With a series of wails he came inside her. His load erupted inside her flooding her with the hot white liquid.
He collapsed on top of her unable to move. His body was shaking uncontrollably. Benji had never felt anything like this before. He was spent.
“Benji-san, now you know how to love me.” Nariko whispered.
They lay there breathlessly in each other’s embrace.
“Thank you, Nariko-san, I will never forget this night if I live to be a thousand years old.”
