Akane turned to face her new husband. He reeked of sake and beer.
"Come to your Lord and Master, my wife." A unsteady Genma had his arm out for her while his other elbow propped him off the floor mats. The futons had already been laid together, making one queen-sized bed that took up a large portion of the room. He managed to find only part of them.
Akane's aggresion was 6%, self-confidence to 20%, and courage to 30%. She called on them to do her wifely duty. There were no obstacles to her cooking and cleaning, fucking was just another marital skill she had to learn.
She allowed Genma to take her by her sleeve. Her thin, transluscent kimono was pulled from her breast. Her nipples were hardening.
Wrapping the arm around her neck, he buried his face under her chin. He kissed and licked her, muttering how the neck was the sexiest part of the traditional Japanese woman.
But not captivatingly sexy. While he slobbered there, his hand pulled the kimono off of the other shoulder. Akane was topless, now. Genma's lips moved down to them. Her nipples responded; her chest tightened as her breasts filled with sensitizing blood.
She thanked whatever kami gave her this fate that it had the kindness to let her get some pleasure from it, even while not strictly entirely enjoying it.
Sat Aug 26 20:53:54 2006