tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541077268523092162024-02-18T19:35:13.527-08:00REN'AI RENSAI by Hildred Billings, Interactive SiteHildred Billingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995415129197042871noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654107726852309216.post-83895612178464532762030-01-30T02:19:00.000-08:002015-12-20T23:52:30.486-08:00Welcome!Allow me to welcome you to the official REN'AI RENSAI website! Whether you're a long time fan or a new reader, I hope you enjoy all that there is to offer here. This is considered an <b>interactive </b>website, meaning your comments and suggestions towards the series are more than welcome. Happy browsing!<br />
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<b style="font-style: italic;">LAST UPDATED: </b>December 20th, 2015<br />
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<b>Site Map:</b><br />
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<li><b>About - </b>Learn about the REN'AI RENSAI lesbian erotic romance series, from its background to its themes.</li>
<li><b>Books - </b>Enjoy pages dedicated to every release in the series - from general information, high quality images, excerpts, and of course buying links, we've got you covered!</li>
<li><b>Characters - </b>Short summaries of the major and minor characters inhabiting the RR universe. </li>
<li><b>Setting - </b>Notes about Japan, from a general cultural overview to the nitty gritty of what Tokyo neighborhoods everyone is from.</li>
<li><b>Soundtracks - </b>Recommended listening for reading.</li>
<li><b>Q&A - </b>Questions answered by the author. <i>Submissions welcomed.</i></li>
<li><b>Newsletter - </b>Sign up for the monthly newsletter announcing the latest releases<i>.</i></li>
<li><b>Match Maker - </b>Find out who your RR soul mate is.</li>
<li><b>HB.com - </b>Link to the author's general website. </li>
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I hope your enjoy this little piece of REN'AI RENSAI heaven. Without you, none of this would be possible!<br />
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-Hildred Billings<br />
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(PS: Don't forget that the short story "ROUMAN." is free in most territories!)<br />
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Hildred Billingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995415129197042871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654107726852309216.post-54081721574864197002015-12-20T23:49:00.000-08:002015-12-20T23:49:09.740-08:00"DAITE.", "AITAI." and "ZUTTO." (JIAI JOUWA Collections)<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #d52a33; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 22px; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;">
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<b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Translation: </b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">"Hold Me</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">.", "I Want To See You." and "Forever."</span></span><br /><b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Published: </b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">September 22nd</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">, 2015</span></span><br /><b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Price: </b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">$9.99</span></span><br /><b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Era:</b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;"> Present</span></span><br /><b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Time Period: </b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">---</span></span><br /><b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Editor: </b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Lindsay York</span></span><br /><b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Paperback: </b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Not Available</span></span><br /><br /><b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Blurb: </b><br /><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">This collection features the entire trilogy for the first time ever!<br /><br />"DAITE."</b><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Approximately 85,000 words</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Born into an elite family, Jun has spent her life cultivating the professional qualities needed to claim her inheritance, the Nippon Royal Hotel empire. Just when she thinks her dream is about to come true, however, Jun's uncle ships her from her homeland of Hokkaido to the city of Nagoya to become the new local general manager.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Enter Saya, a twenty-something who invades Jun's life with a bang and leaves just as swiftly. It's the hope of seeing Saya again that keeps Jun grounded in her goal of taking over the family empire one day... and the more she encounters the enigmatic Saya, the more she realizes she's falling for her.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Under the scrutiny of her uncle, Jun must prove that she can become the head of the family. But she also must prove to herself that she is capable of sustaining a romantic relationship, even if her intended has an insatiable wanderlust. Her family's judgment, Saya's crippling demons, and the needs of the people she meets along the way will all conspire to make Jun say, "daite," or "hold me," never again.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">"DAITE." takes place from February - August, 2013.</i><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">"AITAI."</b><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Approximately 88,000 words</i><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Ten years ago Saya escaped a forced marriage in the house of Hara, granting herself the freedom to follow her will. And for ten years she has been content to live a life of near poverty and menial labor in exchange for being the master of her own destiny. That was until she met Jun, the hotel heiress who stole her heart and taught her what love and protection could feel like.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Now Saya finds herself torn between two worlds: her girlfriend's reality, comprised of formalities and endless wealth, and her own head, which pulls her to the isolation of the Japanese countryside. Jun wants her to settle in the city, yet Saya is not sure she can live with the pressures to conform to high society.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">In the midst of this dilemma is the one thing Saya wants more than anything else - a divorce from the man who tried to ruin her life. But the leash connecting her to the Haras runs long, and Saya soon finds that her heart's call of "Aitai," or "I want to see you," not only echoes for Jun when they are apart, but for the people who forced her to become the woman she is today.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">"AITAI." takes place from October, 2013 - May, 2014</i><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">"ZUTTO."</b><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Approximately 108,000 words</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">For two years Jun and Saya have slowly built a romantic relationship based on love and mutual respect. Although they come from vastly different backgrounds, their determination has helped them carve a home in Nagoya, the city in the heart of Japan.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">They assumed it would last forever. Then Jun's uncle Akihiro drops a surprise on them: they're moving back to Sapporo, where Jun will finally assume the title of heir to her family's hospitality empire.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">It's everything Jun has wanted since she began her career fifteen years ago. It's everything Saya has feared.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Now back in Sapporo, Jun must navigate the anxious waters that will lead her to becoming chairman one day. And Saya must learn to cope with her new glamorous lifestyle, all while fighting back the loneliness that haunts Japan's northernmost city.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">Ex-lovers, new friends, and old drama all come together to put Jun and Saya through their biggest test yet. It's not enough for them to want to be together zutto, or forever. They must find the one thing that brings and keeps them together the most - a thing more precious than love itself.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;">"ZUTTO." takes place from January - June, 2015.</i></div>
Hildred Billingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995415129197042871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654107726852309216.post-5066996563977207732015-12-20T23:22:00.001-08:002015-12-20T23:22:51.622-08:00"ZUTTO." (Jiai Jouwa, #3)<h2 style="background-color: #fefdfa; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0.6em 0px 0.5em; position: relative;">
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<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Translation: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">"Forever."</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Japanese Title: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">「</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">ずっと</span></span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">。」</span><br />
<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Published: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">June 1st</span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">, 2015</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Price: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">$4.99</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Era:</b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;"> Present</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Time Period: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">January - June, 2015</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Editor: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Lindsay York</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Paperback: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Currently Not Available</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Blurb: </b><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">For two years Jun and Saya have slowly built a romantic relationship based on love and mutual respect. Although they come from vastly different backgrounds, their determination has helped them carve a home in Nagoya, the city in the heart of Japan.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">They assumed it would last forever. Then Jun’s uncle Akihiro drops a surprise on them: they’re moving back to Sapporo, where Jun will finally assume the title of heir to her family’s hospitality empire.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">It’s everything Jun has wanted since she began her career fifteen years ago. It’s everything Saya has feared.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Now back in Sapporo, Jun must navigate the anxious waters that will lead her to becoming chairman one day. And Saya must learn to cope with her new glamorous lifestyle, all while fighting back the loneliness that haunts Japan’s northernmost city.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Ex-lovers, new friends, and old drama all come together to put Jun and Saya through their biggest test yet. It’s not enough for them to want to be together zutto, or forever. They must find the one thing that brings and keeps them together the most - a thing more precious than love itself.</span>Hildred Billingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995415129197042871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654107726852309216.post-1541119771945887092015-12-20T22:55:00.002-08:002015-12-20T22:55:55.645-08:00"IKIGAI." (Ren'Ai Rensai, #7)<h2 style="background-color: #fefdfa; border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0.6em 0px 0.5em; position: relative;">
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<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Translation: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">"Reason for Living."</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Japanese Title: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">「</span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: HiraKakuPro-W3, Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro W3, ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3, Meiryo, MS PGothic, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">生き甲斐</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="line-height: 18.2px;">。</span></span></span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">」</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Published: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">October 30th</span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;"> , 2014</span><br />
<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Price: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">$4.99</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Era:</b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;"> Present</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Time Period: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">October, 2014 - February, 2015</span><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;"> </b><br />
<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Editor: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Lindsay York</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Cover Photo: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Wisky</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Paperback: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Currently Not Available</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Blurb:</b><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;"><i>"People say that we change as we get older. My biggest fear was that I would wake up one day and no longer be in love with Reina. Instead I woke up one day with urges that took me to the very kind of people she couldn't even think about."</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Aiko almost has the perfect life. A strong marriage, a fun part-time job teaching English, and a healthy social life that keeps her stimulated in more ways than one. But she's changing. For the first time in years, there is someone she is falling for... and it's not someone her spouse would approve of. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">How can she truly be happy if she's repressing a part of what makes her tick?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;"><i>"I haven't changed in over twenty-five years. This includes most of my opinions. Except I don't have popular opinions about anything. Take gender for example. I know I'm messed up, but it could be worse. I could really hate my body to the point I can't live in it anymore. Not even my wife understands that. But somebody else does."</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Reina has come far in her therapy, but nothing can change the fact sometimes she can't face the way the world treats her because of her body. When she searches for someone who understands her, she meets another woman dealing with gender dysphoria. A woman whose dysphoria has taken her to a place Reina is still afraid to traverse. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">It's taken twenty years for Reina and Aiko to seal their relationship. Now the years have caught up to them and they must decide what their "ikigai," or their reason for living is. Friends come and go; lovers can be finicky; family is what they make of it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Their final hurdle in life, love, and sexuality will determine now and forever who they will spend the rest of their lives with. And they want so badly for it to be each other. </span></span><br />
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<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;">Coming Soon</b>Hildred Billingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995415129197042871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654107726852309216.post-13849097869364400432014-07-06T02:42:00.000-07:002014-07-06T02:42:03.848-07:00"JOSHOKU." (Ren'Ai Rensai, #6)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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"JOSHOKU"</h2>
<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Translation: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">"Lust for Women."</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Japanese Title: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">「</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: HiraKakuPro-W3, 'Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro W3', 'ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3', Meiryo, 'MS PGothic', sans-serif;">女色</span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">。</span></span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">」</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Published: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">June 27th, 2014</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Price: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">$4.99</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Era:</b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;"> Past</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Time Period: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">March, 1994 - August, 1996</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Editor: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Lindsay York</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Cover Photo: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Wisky</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Paperback: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Currently Not Available</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Blurb:</b><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">One year into their relationship, Reina and Aiko embark on a journey into the world of academia. For Reina it's about changing her situation in life, even it means returning to a world ran by a foreign religion and young women who claim to be both her best friends and worst enemies. For Aiko it's proving to her mother, to the world, and to herself that there is more to life than husband hunting. For them both it's late nights finding unconventional ways to study for tests as they find new reasons to love each other.</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;"><br />Adulthood lurks in every shadow, from coming to terms with mortality to straining against the shackles that threaten to keep their lives stagnant. Reina wants to find direction in her life; Aiko wants to control her own destiny. Together they want what will become the foundation of their relationship - love, safety, and the exploration of their burning joshoku, or the passion that leads one to women again and again. Even if one of them is an impostor herself.</span></span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Excerpt:</b><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Excuse me,” Aiko said, stopping a saleswoman and holding up a green bra. “Does this come in any other color?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> While the saleswoman took the bra to go look in the back, Reina dangled a silky black bra and panty set in front of Aiko.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “You should get this one,” she said, jerking the hanger back and forth. “I bet you’d look <i>really</i>sexy in a piece like this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Aiko glanced around the shop, only temporarily relieved when she saw no one paid them any mind. The cramped store was stuffed with racks of underwear and women talking over one another as the cars on the street drowned out their voices. Nothing could drown out Reina’s voice, however. It was right in Aiko’s ear, taunting her with that seductive tone that had once awakened her inner lesbian.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “I need something practical.” Aiko tried to be collected, but whenever her girlfriend teased her like that, she turned into jelly. She busied her hands by flipping through a rack she had already inspected twice before. “That material would scratch my skin if I wore it all day.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “You’re not supposed to wear it all day. This is shit you wear to make you feel sexy and to make your girlfriend want to jump your bones.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “Like you need help with that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> The saleswoman came back with a pink version of the bra Aiko liked. “Would you like me to open a changing room for you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “That would be great, thanks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Reina stayed out of the changing area while Aiko was shown into the one at the far end of the hall. After locking the door, she stripped off her top and the one bra she had left that Reina had yet to destroy with her pawing. One strap drooped down her arm as she admired – as in criticized – her figure in the mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <i>Have I gained weight? </i>Aiko turned to her side and stuck her leg up in the air behind her. It made her back suck in and flatten her stomach. <i>Maybe not. </i>Skin stretched across her abdomen as she twisted it around to get a better look. By the time she decided she was not obese – yet – both of her bra straps had fallen down, reminding her of what she came in there for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Three bras hung from the door, each one the usual style and colors Aiko liked. <i>When a woman knows what she likes... </i>She hopped up and grabbed the pink bra she wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Trying on clothing of any kind was a test in patience. There was getting the damn things on; making sure they fit snugly, but not <i>too </i>snugly; checking to see that the color matched her skin tone; looking for any spots that would itch or irritate her later; turning in every direction to catch the best angles; pretending to be a model in a sexy magazine. Aiko spun on her heels and laughed in frivolity as someone pounded on the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “I’m fine!” she called, assuming it was the saleswoman. “I’ll be out in a bit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Another thump. “Ai-<i>chan!</i>” It was Reina. “Open up! I wanna show you something.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “Eh?” Aiko snatched her shirt and held it up to her chest. Slowly, as if the dressing room was full of people ready to check out her nipples, Aiko eased the door open and gazed at her girlfriend through the crack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Reina swung the door open and marched into the changing room, arm laden with bras.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “Are you trying something on?” Aiko dropped her shirt and bent to pick it up again. When she stood, she saw her girlfriend latching the door shut, a sinister smile on her visage. “I didn’t think you wore...”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> The sexy black bra popped into her face. “I brought some stuff for you to try on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “What? <i>Me?</i>” Aiko backed against the mirror. “I already have things to try on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> The black bra did a dance in the air, and puppet master Reina continued, “Nothing sexy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “I’m not buying anything sexy like that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “Aw, come on, you’re not even gonna try them on? How boring.” Reina dropped the bra to her side. <i>I’m still not used to this haircut. </i>If it weren’t for those thin lips and the usual clothes Reina wore, Aiko would not recognize her without long hair. “Not even for me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “Why would I do it for you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Harsh.”</span></div>
Hildred Billingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995415129197042871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654107726852309216.post-53994053086611574742014-05-22T05:04:00.000-07:002014-05-22T05:04:19.351-07:00"NIGOU." (Ren'Ai Rensai: Gaiden)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Translation: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">"Nigou."</span><br />
<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Japanese Title: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">「</span><span style="background-color: #ffffea; font-family: HiraKakuPro-W3, 'Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro W3', 'ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3', Meiryo, 'MS PGothic', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">二号</span></span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">。」</span><br />
<b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Published: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">May 9</span><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">th, 2014 </span><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;"> </b><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Price: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">$4.99</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Era:</b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;"> Present</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Time Period: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">May - September, 2014</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Editor: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Lindsay York</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Cover Photo: </b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Khorzhevska</span></span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Paperback: </b><span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Currently Not Available</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Blurb: </b><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;">For two years Jun and Reina have had an agreeable arrangement: when it’s convenient, they’ll meet up and have a good time together. “Good time,” however, has changed over the past few months. Beaten with stress from her job and the dilemmas of her primary relationship, Jun has decided she wants Reina to be more than someone she meets for hours of passion between the sheets. To be more than a “nigou,” or the dirty mistress on the side.</span><br />
<br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px; outline: none 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;">Emotional commitment isn’t exactly something Reina can subscribe to. She’s used up her intimacy tokens with her wife Aiko, and now the idea of bringing another serious woman into her love life isn’t exactly her idea of fun! Not to mention Jun’s younger girlfriend Saya, who is less than keen on the idea of multiple partners, but willing to make it work.</span><br />
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<br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;">Excerpt:</b><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;" /><b style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></b></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“You
still like men, huh?”</span>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Please.” Jun drank the last of her
wine as if it were water. “Men… they’re fine on a superficial level. I had some
good times with them. Even had great sex once in a while. But I couldn’t love
them, not like I love women. Women are…” She placed her fingers on her lips,
and for the first time Reina realized a fine layer of gloss covered them. “I’ve
never been able to put words to it, but I love women so much more. It doesn’t
matter if they’re feminine or masculine. The connection I have with them – with
you – reaches into the depths of our desires and our ability to know what feels
good and how to accomplish it. Men got lucky with me. Women <i>know </i>me. Just like you know me so well,
Reina-<i>san.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <i>I
know you all right. </i>Jun was hilariously easy to figure out, once Reina
spent more time with her. She led an uptight life in a man’s world, trying to
constantly kiss ass and suck the cock of the patriarchy. Yet deep inside she
was a submissive wench, and just because she was a lesbian didn’t mean she
didn’t want a big and tough woman to plow the stress out of her. <i>I can do that. </i>Reina lived an uptight
life in a man’s world as well, but her approach to dealing with it was
completely different. She liked to blend in and fuck women like Jun. <i>And like my wife. </i>Although Jun was the
one who needed it on an all but spiritual level.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> All those dirty thoughts made Reina
bite the sleeve of Jun’s blouse and contemplate ripping it off her. Servers and
asshole hosts be damned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Their dinner of fish and pasta was
delectable, although Reina didn’t want to know how much it cost. <i>I’ll let her deal with that. </i>Having “the
woman” pay didn’t threaten her masculinity. She was a poor sod and Jun was
loaded. <i>I’ll pay her back in my own way. </i>Jun
ordered another glass of wine and insisted Reina try it, but not before
sampling dinner off her plate, though they ate the same dishes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I’m glad we could do this tonight,”
Jun said, curled up against Reina as she tickled her chin with her long
fingers. Someone got a manicure recently. <i>Still
a raging lesbian. </i>Her nails were buffed down to an inoffensive length.
“It’s been such a trying week.” Was she insinuating she needed something in
particular? “Work is kicking my ass and all this traveling… not to mention I
had that TV thing this week. Also, my girlfriend and I had a fight the other
night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “<i>Kawai
sou.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Jun laid her hand in Reina’s lap. “Do
you often fight with your wife?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Not really.” Disagreements, sure,
but it had been a while since their last tears-in-the-eyes and doors-slamming
fight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “<i>Ii
na.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “When we do fight, though, we really
make it count.” Their last one ended with Reina storming out of the house and
going to her mother’s. A wild feat, considering she hadn’t been friendly with
that woman since she was a child. “A small fight isn’t so bad.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I guess so. I don’t like it when
people are upset about something. I always feel like I have to do something
about it. You know what I mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <i>No.
</i>Reina’s solution was to ignore the whole situation and leave. “It happens.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “<i>Nee,
</i>Reina-<i>san…</i>” Jun scooted closer,
her chin resting on Reina’s shoulder. <i>Someone
wants me. </i>That warm body rubbing against hers… how could she reject it? Had
dinner digested yet? Clearly it was time to pack up and get out of there. “I
really need you tonight.” The palms of Jun’s hands splayed across Reina’s
chest, fingers clenching her blouse and tugging at her buttons. “I’ll do
anything you want.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The implications of that made Reina
need a cigarette. She pulled one out of her pocket and lit it using one hand.
Jun caught Reina’s wrist and took the lighter from her. Black plastic flickered
in the low light. “Anything, huh? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” Reina
relaxed into the booth and blew out some smoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I trust you. I trust that I can say
that and you know exactly what I mean. You like it too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Hmm.” True. Reina liked giving Jun
what she wanted. <i>While she flips it on me
and makes it sound like it was my idea. </i>Nobody could say Jun didn’t know
how to play the game. “Maybe I want something a little unorthodox, even for
us.” She gently tugged on Jun’s blouse, pulling the back of it out of her
skirt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Ooh, tell me. Spare no detail.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Reina nudged her nose into Jun’s
ear, whispering, “I want to be a man tonight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The beauty in her arm stiffened. “How
so?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Cigarette now useless, Reina pounded
it into an ashtray and used her newly free hand to stroke Jun beneath her chin.
“I want to have straight sex with you. What is there to understand?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She thought Jun would protest, or at
least express further confusion. But she merely contemplated her empty wine glass
and curled her glossy lips into a smile. “I haven’t had a man in a long, long
time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I’ll be the best one you’ve ever
had. Worth the wait.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I’m sure you are.” Jun purred at
the caress she received. “Any particular reason you want to do it like that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Because you’re so feminine
tonight.” Reina took her lover’s hand and curled it into her lap, letting Jun
feel the phallus there. “Can’t you feel how hard I am?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I certainly can.” Jun’s hand pushed
into her lover’s lap, digging the base of the phallus into Reina’s groin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> She beamed, ruthlessly. “I’ll really
make you feel like a woman tonight. Do you want to submit to me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Shivers as palpable as Jun’s
heartbeat passed on to Reina. <i>I’ve got
her. </i>It didn’t take much with Jun, but she was killing it. <i>She’s all mine tonight. </i>Flashes of what
Reina would do to her, from ripping off these pretty clothes to making her
scream in a high voice, played in her mind. “Yes,” was all Jun said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> They skipped dessert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Translation: </b>"Liar."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;">嘘つき</span>。」<br />
<b>Published: </b>February 28th, 2014
<b> </b><br />
<b>Price: </b>$4.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>May, 2010 - September, 2013<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Chaoss<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Currently Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
Fate
struck Haruka and Kaori one warm spring day not so many years ago.
Without question they accepted their destiny, swearing to love each
other and to forge a new life built on their unwavering devotion for
what they had.<br /><br />Kaori, the dutiful career woman who always has her
eyes on the next stage of her life; Haruka, the easy-going musician who
will do anything to support her girlfriend’s ambitions. One of them is
lying. Maybe they both are. It’s these amassing lies about their
families, their friends, and their jobs that will lead them to
discovering who is the biggest “usotsuki,” or liar, between them.<br /><br />Their relationship might just survive it<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<b><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The woman picked up the cup with both
hands and blew the steam off the top. The way her lips made a delicate O shape,
pushing that pink gloss outward, was too enticing for Haruka to stare at
directly. She kept her eyes on the white saucer on the counter as the customer
sipped the tea… but Haruka made the grievous mistake of looking up as the woman
swallowed. </span></span></b>
<b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></b></b><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<b><b>
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh,
that is lovely,” came a satisfied voice. “How much is it?”</span></span></b></b></div>
<b><b>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka
told her the price, and the woman quickly made the decision to purchase a small
package. She rang her up on the register, taking the woman’s money while trying
to keep her hand from passing over those manicured fingers. </span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“By
the way,” the woman began again, taking her receipt and her bag by the handles,
“is that Ephemeral’s latest CD?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka’s
jaw nearly fell off her face. “You know Ephemeral?” The rock tunes held a
steady undercurrent to their conversation, the lead singer’s scratchy vocals
belting out a chorus about a crimson-colored love affair. </span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
woman nodded. “They’re one of my favorite bands.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No way. </i>This dainty looking woman, with
the pressed outfit and perfect hair and make-up? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She </i>was into rock music like Ephemeral’s? “They are my favorite
band right now,” was all Haruka could say.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Are
they?” The woman clutched her bag to her chest. Her <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">curving </i>chest, as Haruka couldn’t help but notice. This was the
kind of day that could only get better or worse, depending on if she lived in a
comedy or a tragedy. </span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah…
did you hear that they just transferred to a major label?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Absolutely.
Everyone in their fan club heard about it.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You’re
in their <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">fanclub?</i>” Not even Haruka
bothered with that. Sometimes her favorite bands came and went so quickly that
she learned to not join fanclubs until she was sure they would be around for a
while – or that she would be interested in them. “I only heard about it online,
on their website.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Uh
huh…” The plastic handles of the bag tumbled in the woman’s hands, stretching
as her skin turned red. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Is she nervous? </i>Haruka
hid her hands behind her back, so the customer couldn’t see <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">her </i>nervous habits, like flicking her
fingernails. “Actually,” the woman then continued, with a meek voice, “I have
tickets to their show this Saturday. The fanclub only live celebrating their
anniversary and getting onto a major label… I have an extra ticket… but nobody
to go with…” </span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka
nodded. Then the words sank in.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
entirety of her thoughts, feelings, and words were lodged in her throat,
blocking her ability to swallow or speak. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Is
she asking me out? </i>That pretty side-glance, that charismatic smile, those
fluttering lashes… this felt like something straight out of a teen drama, where
the (bluntly heterosexual) female lead waited for the good-looking hero to ask
her out. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Does that make me the
good-looking hero? </i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Behind
her, the lyrics from Ephemeral’s song about knee-shaking love played out. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Take the one you love by the shoulders and
tell them that you love them.” </i>That was the lead singer’s way of expressing
that sort of desire. Haruka, however, would not take this young woman by the
shoulders and scream, “Yes!” even though she wanted to. Instead she said, “I
hope you can find someone to go with.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A
flash of disappointment covered the woman’s complexion. “Maybe…” It was
replaced with deep, churning red. “Are <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you
</i>available Saturday night?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She’s asking me out! </i>Heart pounding so
hard that it almost bruised her ribs, Haruka’s mouth went dry. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Say yes, idiot! </i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’m,
uh… <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Douyoubi kana…</i>” Haruka scrambled
to remember what she was possibly doing that Saturday. She had to work during
the day, and at night her father was hosting a small party with his friends,
but… <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nothing important. </i>Still, how
could she blurt out yes to a complete stranger? She didn’t know this woman from
the Empress. There were friends of Haruka’s who would have no problem saying
yes – many of them foreign and from countries where being forward like that was
permissible. But Haruka still had it pounded into her head that she should be
demure, in a fashion. Like this woman before her, who managed to ask her out
while looking like a sweet thing who knew not what she did. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I am pretty sure she knows.</i></span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Oh, you must be busy. Please
forget I asked.” The woman turned and took a step.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No,
wait!” Haruka lunged across the counter, one hand extended toward the woman. “I
mean… I’m not busy. If you really can’t think of anyone else to go with…”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
woman glanced over her shoulder, relieved. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
almost ruined her day. </i>And almost ruined her own.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A
cell phone came out of the woman’s purse. “Let me get your number… Miss…”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Huh?
Oh!” Haruka pulled out her phone. “My name is Haruka. Haruka Kitamoto.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
woman typed into her phone. “Nice to meet you, Haruka-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san. </i>My name is Kaori.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Kaori. </i>Haruka remained in a daze as she
inputted the woman’s name and number into her phone. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That’s a pretty name. </i>It evoked the word for “scent,” perfumed,
laced in lavender, like the tranquil moments after a bath when everything was
clean. But the wink Kaori gave her as she waved goodbye and left was anything
but clean.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“See
you Saturday, Haruka-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san,</i>” she said,
hand over the doorknob. The bells jingled as the door opened. “I look forward
to it.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka
stood as if living in a dream. When her father returned minutes later, he asked
her what was wrong, and all she could say was, “I hope you don’t need me
Saturday night.”</span></span></div>
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<h2>
"FURIN."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Adultery."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;">不倫</span>。」 <br />
<b>Published: </b>November 29th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$2.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>October 12th, 2013<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Johnathon Venable<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Konradbak<br />
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<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
Aiko has never had many
crushes in her life, but when she does crush, she crushes hard - like
for Haruka, the woman who once stole spouse Reina’s heart for a night.
Unable to explain her desires for the tomboy, Aiko nevertheless embraces
the moment when she is paired with Haruka at a key party event. But how
will she convince the young woman that there is nothing “furin,” or
adulterous, about their union? All of Aiko’s years of life in the
swinging world is about change the lives of one couple forever!<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span> <br /><div class="MsoNormal">
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Haruka
looked at the wall, hands tossing in her lap. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She’s probably wondering what her girlfriend and my spouse are up to. </i>“Aiko-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san,</i>” she said, still turned away, “it’s
not that I don’t think you’re a pretty woman. You’re very attractive. Well, my
heart belongs to my girlfriend. I came<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>here tonight because she wanted to come. She said she wanted us to try
something new in our relationship. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone along with it.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Nothing you two do tonight could take
away from the fact that you love each other.” Aiko wrapped her fingers around
her neck, massaging the ache in her muscles. “She’ll love you as much when you
leave as she did when you two came here. The sex people have at these parties…
well, every couple has their reason for coming. Some actually get off having
someone else paw their partner once in a while.” God knew Reina was like that. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka flinched. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That’s not what she wants to think about. </i>“Why
do you and Reina-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san </i>come to these
things?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Ah.” Aiko snorted. “My spouse comes
because she likes being with many women, and having me be with many women as
well. It’s her nature. I knew that when I got into a relationship with her. I
admit, in the beginning I came with her because I wanted to make her happy. In
those instances, I wouldn’t let her go with someone alone. I wanted to be with
her. Now I come to these things for my own desires as well. Like you love yours,
I love my spouse with all my heart. She’s my partner, and she’ll be mine and I
hers until the day we die. But we don’t believe that exploring our sexualities
with other women diminishes our love for one another. It’s about honesty and
being open when it comes to our sexual desires. It’s easy with Reina. I feel
like I could talk to her about anything in the realm of sex and what I want.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka listened the entire time, her
head slowly turning back toward Aiko again. “I guess it’s never something I
thought about before.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“When I was your age, I hadn’t
either. It’s taken me many years to fully embrace that part of me that can be
like Reina.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“It feels so… <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">furin </i>to me.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko froze. That word – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">adultery – </i>was not one she took lightly.
Just a few months ago she felt that such a transgression occurred when Reina
slept with Haruka without permission. “Haruka-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san,</i>” she said gently, fighting with her gritting teeth to retain
her composure, “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">furin </i>is when you go
behind your partner’s back and lie to them. When you want to hurt them, or
don’t care about their feelings. None of the couples here are committing <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">furin.</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I know that. I have no qualms about
how couples define their relationships. I mean, I admire your and Reina-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san</i>’s relationship.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka did not say anything more. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Anything you do here is something
you can share with your girlfriend.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Still, she said nothing. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko gathered her bearings. “Haruka-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san, </i>I am very attracted to you.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Not a single word came out of
Haruka, but she did make one sound. A tiny gasp huffed out of her throat, but
she managed to check her pursing lips and widening eyes. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I almost missed that. </i>Aiko could push her luck further.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I would very much like to have sex
with you.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A cymbal, a boulder, even a car
could not crash into Haruka and budge her from that spot she planted herself in.
But Aiko’s words did make an impact. Haruka’s pink cheeks became deadly white,
and her eyes glazed over, full of the thoughts and implications of what Aiko
just said. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Was that a bit forward of me? </i>She
smirked, hiding it behind her fingers. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Aiko-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san…</i>” Haruka tugged on her jacket sleeves. “I had no idea….”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Why not? You are too humble. You’re
a beautiful young woman, Haruka-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san. </i>You
have good style, and a great figure. And by all accounts I hear, you’re an
all-around great lay.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Aiko-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san!</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’m sure your girlfriend agrees
with me.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I… I don’t know what to say.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Then don’t say –”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Other than I am attracted to you as
well.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko closed her lips. </span></div>
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"AITAI."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"I want to see you."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="st">会いたい</span>。」<br />
<b>Published: </b>December 27th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$4.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>October 2013 - May 2014<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Angel A<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt;"></span><br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Currently Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
Ten years ago Saya escaped a forced marriage in the house of Hara,
granting herself the freedom to follow her will. And for ten years she
has been content to live a life of near poverty and menial labor in
exchange for being the master of her own destiny. That was until she met
Jun, the hotel heiress who stole her heart and taught her what love and
protection could feel like.<br /><br />Now Saya finds herself torn between
two worlds: her girlfriend's reality, comprised of formalities and
endless wealth, and her own head, which pulls her to the isolation of
the Japanese countryside. Jun wants her to settle in the city, yet Saya
is not sure she can live with the pressures to conform to high society.<br /><br />In
the midst of this dilemma is the one thing Saya wants more than
anything else - a divorce from the man who tried to ruin her life. But
the leash connecting her to the Haras runs long, and Saya soon finds
that her heart's call of "Aitai," or "I want to see you," not
only echoes for Jun when they are apart, but for the people who forced
her to become the woman she is today.<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> “Let’s get out of here,” Saya said,
resting her chin on Jun’s shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to make love in front
of a fireplace.” No better time than when they were staying in a cabin with one
of those very things.</span></span>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“And
you say we’re Westernized?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What?
Haven’t you done it before?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jun
scoffed. “In front of a fireplace? No, I can’t say I have.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Saya
lifted herself out of her seat so she could nip her teeth against her
girlfriend’s earlobe. <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Do anything to her
ear and she’s mine all night. </span>Indeed, Jun shuddered and placed her hand on
Saya’s thigh. “There you go. First time for everything.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ehhh.</span>” Jun put down her wine glass. “Oh,
that reminds me. I have something for you.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Saya
echoed her girlfriend’s <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ehh </span>as Jun
reached into her inside jacket pocket. She pulled out a little black felt box,
the kind coming from…</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>All
of the flirtations, the naughty desires disappeared from Saya’s system the
moment she recognized such a box. <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Don’t
you do it. </span>Not here. Not in a place like this. Not in front of these
people. <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Not ever! </span>Saya looked around,
wondering if any of the other Isoyas saw this. No. They were all preoccupied.
Deliriously preoccupied.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oi, </span>what’s that look for?” Jun touched
Saya’s chin. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Jun…”
Saya scooted away from the table, almost knocking over her wine glass.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A
lurch forward and Jun caught it, rousing the attention of Fujiko from across
the room. The older woman studied her niece’s table with mild interest before
conjuring a laugh for the man whose lap she sat on. </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
black jewelry box remained on the table. Jun snatched it up and opened it
without the fanfare Saya expected from a proposal, or a “just because” gift
that cost millions of <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">yen. </span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Inside
was a keychain.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nani kore?</span>” Saya settled back into her
seat, taking the box from her girlfriend’s hand. Jun looped her arm around
Saya’s chair, and by extent her shoulders, leaning next to her and pointing to
the charm on the chain.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I
found this while cleaning out some things in my condo. Do you know what it is?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Saya
picked up the keychain, fingering the charm. It was some kind of Chinese
character, looping and lining a single word that Saya could not read. She
didn’t know if that was because she was a high-school dropout or because she
didn’t study archaic <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kanji </span>like her
girlfriend did. </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“It’s
an old <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kanji </span>for <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">au. </span>Before it was simplified to the one we use today.” Jun’s slim
finger outlined the parts of the keychain that represented the modern <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kanji, </span>taken straight from this older
one. “I don’t remember why I got it a long time ago, but I want you to have
it.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nande?</span>” Saya didn’t mean to indirectly
reject her girlfriend’s gift, but she didn’t get it. </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Because
when you’re gone, I want you to know that I want to see you.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jun
drew lines down the length of Saya’s short hair while her girlfriend stared at
the charm. “<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Aitai,</span>” she said beneath
her breath. Just what she needed. A constant reminder that she missed her
girlfriend. </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Here,
give me your cell phone.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What?
Why?”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Because
that’s what you do with charms, silly.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Saya
stared at her through the corner of her eye as she dug into her bag and pulled
out her cell phone, currently turned off. <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">As
it has been since I met up with her. </span>Jun snatched it from her hand and
looped the string of the keychain through the tiny hole notched into the
plastic case. </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“There.”
Jun dangled the keychain in front of Saya’s face. “I should give you presents
more often.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="layout-grid-mode: char;">
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She
wrapped both arms around Saya and brought her in for a kiss, the heaviest, and
hardest in front of the family like that. <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No,
no you really don’t have to give me presents. </span>Saya endured the kiss until
Jun pulled away and drank the last of her wine.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It took a few more
kisses and covert touches to the thigh and beneath her shirt to make Saya
remember what she wanted again. <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Her. I
want her. </span>Not presents, not desserts, not even a rug in front of a
fireplace, which she was only half serious about. No, all she wanted was Jun,
the woman she missed when they were apart. Not that she needed more reminders
of that.</span></span><h2>
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<h2>
"YARIKON."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Hook-Up Party."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="match">ヤリコン</span><span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;"></span>。」 <br />
<b>Published: </b>October 18th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$2.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>October 12th, 2013<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Johnathon Venable<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt;">Artem Merzlenko</span><br />
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<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
It’s been over a year since Reina and Aiko last attended a
“yarikon,” or a key party hosted by their friends. Reina especially has
looked forward to this evening, as it gives her the chance to meet new
women for some extra-marital fun. However, fate finds ways to ruin her
night by pairing her with one of the only women she swore she would
never think of in that way! It’s Reina’s conscience versus her
fantasies, and as her wife Aiko knows, that always leads to a night to
remember!<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal">
<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
basket appeared in Haruka’s lap. “Select you and your girlfriend’s fate,
Haruka-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san.</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>No tomboy had ever looked so
innocent, so woefully childlike in that instant. Haruka stared into the basket
as if she were reading bones from an oracle. Briefly she looked up and gaped
right at Reina. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Do you remember? </i>Seven
months since they did it in a love hotel, when Haruka was intermittently single
and Reina was on a bad decision-making spree. That was water under the red
wooden bridges now, but… oh, Haruka remembered. Those round cheeks and full
lips remembered what it was like to be pinned beneath Reina. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Well, I would do her again. </i>But that was
before she knew Haruka dated Kaori, the one woman Reina had no desire to touch.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ara,
</i>she’s nervous!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Laughter sprung up around the circle
at Haruka’s expense. The tomboy took it in stride – somewhat. She was too busy
turning sheet white to notice anyone laughing at her. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Finally, she stuck her hand in the basket,
closed her eyes, and pushed the keys around in a jingle-jangle of metal. The
other women sipped their wine in anticipation, each pair of eyes calculating
what it would be like to bed Haruka or her girlfriend. Aiko squeezed Reina’s
hand harder than ever. “There’s only a twenty percent chance,” she reminded her
spouse. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No shit. </i>Reina was the math
whiz between them. She didn’t need Aiko to tell her that.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The moment a key popped into
Haruka’s hand, Reina knew she had wasted 5,000 <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">yen </i>to be there that night and do nothing with no one. She clenched
her wine glass and ignored Kaori’s gasp of petulant horror.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ho!</i>
She drew Reina-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san </i>and Aiko-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san’s </i>key!” Mayumi slapped her hand over
her mouth and hooted into her palm.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>More laughter filtered into the air,
but Reina didn’t think wasting so much money was a joke. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">There goes our kinky night out. </i>The idea of sleeping with either
Haruka or Kaori was… no, there was no word for it. Although she enjoyed her
fling with Haruka back in March, there was too much drama to go with it. Never
mind the fact Kaori was still in coworker territory. People joked that Reina
could see any woman sexually, but Kaori was different. Yes, she was pretty. Yes,
she was nice. But she still represented one of the few lines Reina never
allowed herself to cross in her fulfilling sex life. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Screwing either of them would be more awkward than it’s worth. </i>5,000
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">yen </i>down the proverbial drain.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She caught Ami’s eye and received a
“Maybe next time?” shrug. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ano,
</i>Mayumi-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san…</i>” Kaori leaned forward
and cocked her head so she met the gaze of her work supervisor. “Would it be
impossible for us to…?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No re-draws.” Mayumi snatched the
basket from Haruka’s lap and pulled out that couple’s key. “That’s the rule!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Stupid
rule. </i>Mayumi probably did this on purpose. Reina shoved her elbow onto the
sofa arm and pushed her hand into her hair. Nails grazed her scalp as she
stewed in her resentment. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>With only four couples left the next
drawing sealed the room’s fate. Ami pulled out Mayumi’s key, to the sounds of
remaining laughter, whistles, and Reina grinding her teeth. Honestly, she would
have taken Mayumi over the pair of silent kids sitting on the other side of the
circle. Mayumi had no strings attached to her in the bedroom. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The next phase of the evening began
with breaking up into three groups based on who was paired with whom. Ami left
Reina’s side to join Mayumi’s girlfriend, while Mayumi went to fill up the
snack bowl. Reina leaped up and cornered her hostess in the kitchen. It would
not be the first time she confronted her about the issue of Haruka and Kaori’s
presence at something that was supposed to be <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">fun.</i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Don’t start with me.” Mayumi poured
pretzels into the bowl. “I don’t know what you have against those kids. I
thought you liked them young.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What
is she implying? </i>Just because Reina was forty she was supposed to cradle
rob? Sure she and Aiko fooled around with women twenty years younger every
great once in a while, but she would hardly say it was her inclination. She
preferred women who were experienced enough these days. From what she knew
about Kaori’s relationship, she was anything but. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You don’t have to do it with your
ex-coworker, you know. You can sleep with the other one.” Cheese crackers
joined the pretzels. If only Mayumi knew about Reina’s liaison with Haruka
before, but that was a dirty secret. No one knew except the two women involved
and Aiko. Not even Kaori knew, last Reina heard. “Or you could, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ah!</i>, not do it with anyone!” Mayumi
picked up the snack bowl and returned to the group.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina stomped back to the abandoned
circle, where only Aiko and the young couple remained – respectfully apart.
Haruka kept her eyes glued to the ground while Kaori blushed in Aiko’s
direction. To her credit, Reina’s wife was a picture of patience. Yet the way
she slumped her shoulders indicated she knew this night was over before it began.
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She was looking forward to this too. </i>All
Aiko talked about the night before was how long it had been since they last
came to a key party, before rehashing stories of their previous encounters in
this suite. Most of those were group affairs, but tonight was going to feature
a clean divide in their mutual conquests.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I tried to clear this up,” she said
to Aiko, loud enough for the other couple to hear. “She is adamant that it
can’t be changed.”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Of course not. That
would be too convenient.”</span> </div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"></span><h2>
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<h2>
"DAITE."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Hold me."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「大好き。」<br />
<b>Published: </b>September 27th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$4.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>February - August, 2013<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Johnathon Venable<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt;">Tetyana Stakhanova</span><br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Currently Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
Born into an elite family, Jun has spent her life cultivating the
professional qualities needed to claim her inheritance, the Nippon Royal
Hotel empire. Just when she thinks her dream is about to come true,
however, Jun’s uncle ships her from her homeland of Hokkaido to the city
of Nagoya to become the new local general manager.<br />
<br />
Enter Saya, a twenty-something who invades Jun’s life with a bang and
leaves just as swiftly. It’s the hope of seeing Saya again that keeps
Jun grounded in her goal of taking over the family empire one day… and
the more she encounters the enigmatic Saya, the more she realizes she’s
falling for her.<br />
<br />
Under the scrutiny of her uncle, Jun must prove that she can become the
head of the family. But she also must prove to herself that she is
capable of sustaining a romantic relationship, even if her intended has
an insatiable wanderlust. Her family’s judgment, Saya’s crippling
demons, and the needs of the people she meets along the way will all
conspire to make Jun say, “<i>daite</i>,” or “hold me,” never again.<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After
finishing her wine and one more haiku, she put her phone away and told the
server she was returning to her room. That was a bit disingenuous. First she
went back into her office to make sure everything was organized for Monday, and
then she went to the front desk to check on Mimi. The night auditor expressed
her gratitude when a sudden late party of twenty people, each pair with their
own room, came to check-in and Jun jumped up to take care of it alongside Mimi.
When they were processed and on their way upstairs, Jun bowed out of work one
last time and finally retreated to her corner of the hotel.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The staff area of the hotel was
emptier than Jun had yet to see it. Without even so much as a custodian pushing
his way through the back hallways, Jun felt like she was walking through an
abandoned building as opposed to a bustling hotel on a weekend. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">At least this means it’ll be quiet tonight. </i>A
full night’s sleep was what she needed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She had her keycard out already as
she turned the corner and skipped up the staircase to her room. The shadows on
the top landing stirred, but she paid them no mind. No one else was ever up
there.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Until that night.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jun nearly had a heart attack as she
stepped off the stairs and saw a figure lingering in the far corner. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What are you doing here?” she
asked, hand clasped over her chest. Saya glided across the floor, face
illuminated by the shallow lights. Jun only recognized her from her stature and
black jacket. “How did you get here?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Does it matter?” Saya’s voice was
gentler than Jun anticipated.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yes!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A grin graced that young appearance.
“No, it doesn’t.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I beg to –”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Before she could finish her
sentence, a finger pressed against her lips, silencing her. Jun went cross-eyed
staring at Saya’s hand touching her in an intimate way… again. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Who is she? </i>Even for someone her age,
Saya was more brazen than the average person. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What does she want? </i>Money? This was a bizarre way to get it. Jun
was one phone call away from summoning security. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And yet…</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Between that touch and that look
searing into her, she couldn’t bring herself to demand that Saya leave her
alone. Jun knew that look. She had seen it a hundred times before, on women who
knew what they wanted. It was the universal expression of suggestive desire. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Saya plucked the card key out of
Jun’s hand and turned to the door. Jun watched as the young woman unlocked and opened
the door. Her body was halfway through it when she glanced over her shoulder
and raised her eyebrows.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Chills flurried inside Jun’s chest. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What is going on? </i>It’s what her brain
wanted to know. Her intuition, however? It knew. It had known from the moment
Saya came to her at dinner. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Saya let her hand linger on the
doorknob before disappearing. Jun shook her head and grabbed the edge of the
open door. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Chotto matte,</i>” she said, following,
“this is a private room.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The door latched shut behind her. A
single light was on in the main room of the Isoya Suite, but it was dim,
glowing. Saya stood at the end of the bed, fingers caressing the cream colored
comforter. The key card lay on the dresser. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Is
she…</i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Saya waited for Jun to come near her
before spinning around, chin up and eyes narrow. She bore a scalding look into
Jun’s face, making her tremble without touching her. It reminded her of the
type of look she liked from a certain friend in Tokyo, who dominated her better
than anyone she knew. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I like that. </i>Women
usually wanted to be submissive in Jun’s bed. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Silently, Saya picked the front
edges of Jun’s blazer and pulled her closer, until their bodies were as close
as they had been in the hotel lobby earlier that afternoon. But this was
different. Back then Jun reacted on instinct, adrenaline pumping and increasing
her strength. Now she functioned on uncertainty, although her heart raced for
untold reasons. One of Saya’s hands meandered down Jun’s hip and interlocked
with her fingers. The more Saya touched her, the more she…</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The more she…</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It took her into a trance, the kind that
sucked her down further, further into the floor, where she was a slave to the
woman gazing upon her with serene desire. Jun couldn’t move unless Saya touched
her. Then she could only move away from her, afraid to be too caught up in
those hypnotic eyes. But the only way to go was to the bed, and so Jun sat on
its edge, hand still in Saya’s. Her feet were anchored to the floor for as long
as the trance lasted.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Although she said not a word, Saya’s
demeanor spoke volumes. She looked upon Jun with a knowing so assured that it
was inhuman; she moved her limbs with the fluidity of a graceful dancer. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I don’t even know who she is. </i>Saya
slipped her leg between Jun’s, leaning forward as she wrapped her arms around
the back of a hot, shivering head. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
don’t know where she’s from or where she’s going. </i>Jun picked up many one
night stands before in bars, clubs, even conferences, but she had never done
something like this…whatever <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">this </i>was.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A rasping, heavy breath chattered in
Saya’s chest. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m that close to her. </i>Saya
took Jun’s hand and placed it on her stomach, fingers instinctively curling
around her thick belt. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She’s so thin. </i>Jun
had no preference in that regard, but she couldn’t stop staring at the inward
navel poking out from beneath a T-shirt. The trance inside her intensified.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Her hand was guided beneath the soft
cotton of Saya’s shirt, cruising up her abdomen and stopping beneath her
breasts. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oh, God. </i>Jun didn’t believe
in any deities, but she couldn’t help but call upon them when on the brink of
madness.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Saya pushed her over the edge when
she bent down and kissed Jun on the forehead. </span></div>
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<h2>
"UMIIRO."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Sex on the Beach."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;">海</span><span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;">色</span>。」 <br />
<b>Published: </b>August 2nd, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$2.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>May, 2008<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Ben Heys<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
Basking on an Okinawan beach isn't enough for Aiko, who thinks there
should be more interesting things to do on her tropical getaway with
girlfriend Reina. But Reina's idea of seaside fun is not exactly family
friendly - she'd rather participate in the art of "umiiro," or the
naughty things that can happen on an open beach beneath the stars. Aiko
won't be convinced, however, until she feels properly groomed for the
occasion! <br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Reina
tossed a handful of sand into the air and wiggled her toes. “We should move
into a castle on the beach. We could watch the waves roll in, and argue every
day whether or not they actually match your bathing suit.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“It’s the same color!” Aiko tugged
at her bust, showing her girlfriend how right she was. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mou, </i>can’t you tell? It’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">umiiro!</i>”
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had no idea when this switch in
opinion happened, but now she had to defend her side to the hypothetical death.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Umi
kana…</i>” Reina looked to the sea, the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">umi,
</i>as it rolled on top of itself and brought fresh sand onto the beach. “You
know the water isn’t really blue, right?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“So I’ve heard. But that doesn’t
change the fact that from here it looks blue-green.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sore
ni iro naa…</i>” Reina snorted. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Iro…</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Stop that.” Aiko wanted to smack
her girlfriend’s knee on top of chiding her. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Iro” </i>was one of those double-meaning words that usually meant
“color,” but could also mean naughty, naughty acts and feelings deep inside
ones gut. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Practically loins territory. </i>“We’re
building a sandcastle. Hardly a time for you to have a dirty mind.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>However, Reina was too far gone into
the void of her rotten brain. At first she chuckled, and then she guffawed,
until her face was permanently stuck in slack-jawed amusement. She looked like
she was staring into a distance full of naked women beckoning to her. “I wonder
what a real <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">umiiro </i>would be like.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What are you talking about?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You know. Sex on the beach.” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko kicked sand in Reina’s
direction. “Stop it already.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina kicked some sand back. “Make
me!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The sandcastle was stomped as Aiko
leaped forward and tackled her girlfriend to the sand. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>With yelps and shrieks they wrestled
like two kittens who didn’t know what they were doing. Aiko continued to shove
Reina back down every time she tried to get up and tip her girlfriend over. In
time, Reina learned to grab Aiko’s sarong to tilt her balance. One hard tug and
Aiko went tumbling, her face and hands filling with sand as Reina jumped on top
of her and growled into her ear.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You tried,” she said, voice low and
rasping. Aiko instantly recognized that tone as the one her girlfriend adopted
when she was aroused. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I guess it doesn’t
take much, even in public. </i>“But what made you think you would win?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“It might’ve been my lucky day.”
Aiko found a pocket of space to turn over in, meeting Reina’s face centimeters
away from her own. They shared one quick, sandy kiss before a large breeze
ruffled their hair together and chilled Aiko’s skin. Even riding on the
coattails of the night before, she realized the exposure made her skin tingle.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina slid off her girlfriend and
held her in a sideways embrace, one foot kicking into the sandcastle. Neither
of them cared about its destruction. “I wonder what it would be like,” Reina
said, hair full of sand.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What would what be like?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You know.” Reina tugged on the
sarong again, bringing Aiko’s hips closer to hers. “Sex on the beach.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Sounds dangerous. Imagine getting
sand in your holes.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">And I thought
shaving my hair would be itchy.</i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’m surprised that would be the
first negative thing you think of.” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I would think you’d be more weirded
out by us being in public.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Shit! Aiko almost forgot they were
technically in public, though the nearest people were far enough away to pay no
attention to them. Still, there were some lines Aiko did not cross. Especially
in front of men and children. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Muri,</i>”
she said, pushing herself away from her girlfriend and sitting up. She brushed
the sand from her stomach and arms, although the rest of her remained dirty.
“You’re still too naughty for me sometimes.”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina propped her arm up.
“And you’re still not naughty enough for me sometimes.”</span><h2>
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<h2>
"JIHAKU."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Intimate Confession."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;">自白</span>。」 <br />
<b>Published: </b>June 28th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$2.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>December, 2012<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Chaoss<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
A large crowd of spectators await Reina and Aiko at the local cafe,
where the “Couples’ Quiz Show" is going on that night. A Newlywed
Game-style affair, Reina has only agreed to do it because she knows her
wife really wants the prize: a romantic getaway for two. What she didn’t
know, however, was that the opposing team would be the one couple she
never wanted to go up against. Will Reina be able to follow her own
advice by giving the "<em>jihaku</em>," or intimate confession, of her
life? Or will her wife have to settle for a different kind of “romantic
getaway?" Either way, Reina probably can’t win.<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
swivel chair screeched as Haruka scooted farther away from Reina. She doubted
it was because of the smoke. “I wasn’t talking about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that!</i>” Haruka sounded so flustered that she was bound to fly away
on the next draft. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to forget that.”</span>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina smirked as she watched her
cigarette smoke snake into the air. “It’s a rare woman who forgets being with
me…and wasn’t drunk at the time.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s a bit conceited.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Don’t I have a right to be
conceited?” Reina knew her prowess. There was a reason women rarely forgot
spending a night with her. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I guess.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina hopped up and deposited some
ashes into the ashtray. More laughter drifted through the wall – hysterical
laughter, by the sounds of it. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">God only
knows what Aiko is telling all of them. </i>She decided she should change the
subject before Haruka clammed up and made the evening more uncomfortable. “So
you want to go to an <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">onsen, </i>eh?” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka glanced over her shoulder.
“Why not? Don’t you?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Eh, I can take ‘em or leave ‘em.”
Aiko was the one who liked hot springs. If Reina wanted to get naked and sit in
a pool of scalding hot water, she would take a bath at home. More comfortable
than “natural” rocks and pebbles jamming into her ass while aunties stared at
her, waiting for her to stand up to see if she were male or not. “My wife is
the one who wanted to do this. We can’t afford vacations after our honeymoon.”
She hoped they wouldn’t have any financial emergencies in the coming year. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“We can’t either. We’ve never gone
on a vacation together.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Kawai
sou,</i>” Reina lamented.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I know. Three years together and no
romantic getaway. It’s depressing.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina turned her head so she could
hide her rolling eyes. “At least your girlfriend has her own place, so you can
have some privacy.” Such an arrangement was a premium in Tokyo. Kaori probably
had a tiny one-room abode with thin walls, but it was better than living with
her parents when it came to sleepovers. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I guess. But it’s not the same.
There’s no excitement or romance to it.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Gag
me. </i>Excitement Reina could understand, but romance was another ordeal.
“What you should do is take her out on a whim. There’s a gay restaurant down
the street from here that caters to that romance stuff.” Aiko may have dragged
her there once or twice. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Those sorts of places are expensive…”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well you can’t really do anything
for free in this city.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I know.” Haruka spun around in the
chair, hand reaching out to catch herself on the desk. “It’s tiring because she
only has this one-person futon in her place and she’s always worried about the
neighbors hearing.” The moment she looked at Reina again, she returned to being
a strawberry. “I mean…I shouldn’t be sharing such things.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina extinguished her cigarette.
“Take her to a love hotel then.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The swivel chair screeched as Haruka
spun to gape at her. “What’s romantic about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that?</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well, it would solve the being noisy
and small bed problem. There are romantically themed ones, but those are
expensive. Take her to a cheap one and go crazy.” Reina couldn’t believe she
was handing out such advice to the girlfriend of her coworker – let alone the
girlfriend she once took to a love hotel and bedded herself. “Sometimes mixing
up where you fuck prolongs your relationship.” Reina would know. She wanted to
do it everywhere.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka opened her mouth to speak,
but bit back whatever words gathered in her throat. She seemed to chew on them
while she also chewed on Reina’s suggestion. “That’s your coworker you’re
talking about, you know.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Don’t remind me.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The chair eked back and forth with
Haruka’s dandling knee. “She still doesn’t know that we…you know.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I believe the technical term is
‘fucked.’” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Whatever.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina waited for more laughter to die before
continuing. “That’s your problem then.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“It would be your problem too if I
told her.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>True. If Kaori found out that Haruka
slept with a certain coworker while they were broken up, the office would turn
into one giant pit of tension. While not the same caliber of awkward as if
Reina herself slept with Kaori, it would still create a rift between them.
Seeing as how they worked in close proximity for nearly nine hours a day… <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">fuck that.</i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I hope we can win this sort of
game,” Haruka continued, her countenance falling. “We’re at a severe
disadvantage compared to you and Aiko-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san.</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“How’s that?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well, we’ve only been together
three years, and you’ve been with your wife for how long? Twenty years?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Maa,
</i>it doesn’t make that much difference.” In truth, Reina worried about making
an ass of herself in front of those women. Odds were they were asking questions
like, “What is Aiko-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san’s </i>favorite
meal to cook?” which Reina would never be able to answer in a million years. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Food? </i>But it seemed like the exact sort
of question Haruka would know about her girlfriend. “The key to these sorts of
games is to go with your gut. You know more about your lover than you give
yourself credit for. You have to prepare yourself to go out there and give a
big <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">jihaku.</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Haruka frowned. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Jihaku?</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yes. You have to give the most
truthful confession you can. To a bunch of strangers. Asking you all sorts of
personal questions.” Reina wondered if she unnerved her competition. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“See, you know so much more than I
do…”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ain’t
that the truth. </i></span></div>
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<h2>
"KOIBUMI."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Love Letter."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;">恋文</span>。」<br />
<b>Published: </b>May 31st, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$4.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>July - Sept., 2013<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Wisky<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Currently Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb:</b><br />
<br />
When Aiko declared her love for Reina twenty years ago, she knew it came
with a price. Dreams of motherhood she once set aside, however, come
rushing back when she assists her pregnant niece with a shocking secret.
Other dreams left dormant surge when an intelligent, attractive man
offers her a chance at a "normal" life, complete with a reassessment of
her sexuality. If only she could have it all - especially the child!<br /><br />No
one could be less maternal than Reina, and her wife's conversations
about adoption, sperm donors, and other matters do nothing to improve
that. Reina is more concerned with the American looking to chronicle her
sordid history in the name of academia.<br /><br />Aiko and Reina have
survived a gamut of obstacles determined to keep them apart. Yet nothing
scares Reina more than losing her wife to the very things she can't
give her, and nothing torments Aiko more than the emptiness in her life.
If these two can't resolve their separate desires, then not even a
heartfelt "<i>koibumi</i>," or love letter, may keep them together.<br /><br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Would
you ever sleep with a man?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko dropped one of her chopsticks.
“Excuse me?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I asked you if you would sleep with
a man.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Both chopsticks were laid atop
Aiko’s rice bowl. “You mean like…have sex?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s generally what that means,
yes.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No. Why in the world would I? I’m a
lesbian.” Aiko snorted and resumed eating. Her newfound silence was telling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Someone today told me that everyone
has a price, specifically with sex.” Although the living area was air
conditioned, humidity still choked Reina’s body. She rolled up the sleeves of
her shirt. “They implied that one would fuck their unchosen sex for a price.” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Why in the world are you talking
about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that </i>at work?” Aiko shook her
head. “That’s ridiculous. I’m not sure what you mean by ‘price.’”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina shrugged. “Anything. Money, I
guess.” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A single grain of rice fell from
Aiko’s mouth. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mou. </i>That’s still
ridiculous. Would <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you </i>have sex with a
man for one-hundred-million <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">yen?</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
wouldn’t do it to clear my name at work. </i>“No. I’d rather die than have sex
with a man.” The thought made Reina’s throat close and her whole body violently
shudder. If she thought beyond that, she would vomit.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“How about five-hundred-million?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No! Why, would you?” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko pursed her lips as if in deep
thought. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">This shouldn’t take more than a
second to realize! </i>“That’s a lot of money. If we had that much, we would be
set for the rest of our lives.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Frowning, Reina pushed the image of
her wife in the arms of a man away. “There isn’t enough money in the world for
me to do that. You seriously would?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You’re forgetting I used to date
men under the assumption I would marry one and have sex with him. If I could kiss
them without dying, I suppose I could have sex for the right reason. I may be a
lesbian, but I’m not as averse to the male body as you are.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The last thing Reina wanted to be
reminded of was of young Aiko with her boyfriends. She was a virgin the first
time they had sex, but Reina knew her wife had fooled around a little with boys
before they met. “Would you be mad at me if I turned down that much money?” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What? No! That’s your own decision.
You’d better go over it with me first, though.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“It’s not a real situation!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko dropped a piece of chicken into
her vegetables. “But is there any situation in which you would have sex with a
man, outside of money?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What if it would save my life?” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Huh? How is that possible?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“It’s hypothetical, dear.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Then what’s the point? No matter
what I say, I feel sick to my stomach.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Good thing it’s not a real
situation then.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko continued to eat her dinner in
silence; Reina continued to stare at her untouched food. “Are there other
situations in which <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you </i>would have
sex with a man?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A resounding sigh broke out in the
room as Aiko slammed her chopsticks down. “I don’t know. Maybe. I guess. I
don’t know.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">guess?</i> Why in the world then?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well…” Aiko bit the inside of her
cheek. The fact she wouldn’t look Reina in the eye…<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">it’s not something I would like. </i>“Say we decided to have a baby.
The odds of finding somebody to donate sperm would be slim to none. So I might
have to get pregnant…the old fashioned way.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina’ s eyes practically fell out
of her face. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Not this shit again! </i>“You
would have sex with a man for a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">baby?</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Why not? Women all over the world
do it every day!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah, straight women!” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko stood up from the table,
leaving her half-eaten food behind. “I need to use the toilet. Let’s change the
subject when I come back.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina was more than happy to at that
point. Once her wife was out of the room she stared at her cold food. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Everyone has their price.”</i> There was no
situation in which Reina could imagine herself consenting to sex with a man. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">None. </i>She’d give up her own limbs, her
own <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">life </i>first. Nakamura spoke
bullshit, as usual. She doubted he would actually sleep with a man himself. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But apparently her wife would.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>For both of their sakes, Reina had
her mouth full of food when Aiko returned. </span></div>
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<h2>
"TOKOIRI."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Consummation."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;">床入り</span>。」 <br />
<b>Published: </b>April 26th, 2013<br />
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<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>December, 2012<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Ben Heys<br />
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<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
The big day has finally arrived: after traveling across one ocean and
spending half her life savings, Aiko is about to marry Reina, the woman
she has loved for over twenty years. The dress is perfect, the December
day sunny, and Reina actually showed up, but there's one thing clawing
at Aiko's nerves like a rabid beast - the "tokoiri," or
consummation of their marriage that is to come that night. Although Aiko
has spent most of her nights with Reina before, she is convinced it
will be different now that they are married. From the nuptials to the
late-night banter and everything in between, this "tokoiri" may fray the last of Aiko's sanity yet!<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I
don’t want tonight to be half-assed!”</span>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Unclenching her fists, Reina stood
straight up with a perplexed demeanor. “Tonight? Half-assed? What are you going
on about?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko rubbed her forearms with sweaty
palms. “We have to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">tokoiri</i>, you
know.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tokoiri?
</i>What are we? Some feudal straight couple?” Reina scratched her head. “Ha! I
wonder who will come check the sheets tomorrow, eh?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’m serious!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina lowered her arm again. “Ai-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">chan…</i>we’re not exactly new to fucking
each other.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
know! </i>She could kick the door right about now! Twenty years of having sex
with Reina…of course she knew! But this was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">different.
</i>“I don’t want to lie on the bed and have you rut on me for two minutes
before rolling off and snoring!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Hey! It’s longer than two minutes!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“And I don’t want to sit in a hot
tub or take a shower! I want to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">make
love!</i>” Tears she did not anticipate came running down her cheeks. She
slapped her hands over her face to hide her embarrassment. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After two dry sobs, Reina put both
her hands on Aiko’s shoulders and brought her into an embrace. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “I’m
serious.” Aiko’s voice was muffled by her spouse’s jacket. “I want tonight to
be special. We can’t consummate our marriage on mediocrity.”</span>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina rubbed Aiko’s back, fingers
dancing between her dress and the bare part of her spine. “Is this like when
you wanted to have perfect sex the day we moved in together?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yes.”<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s a lot of pressure.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You’re telling me!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina pulled away and stroked her
wife’s wet cheek. “I don’t want you to be unhappy today. But I don’t want you
putting that sort of pressure on the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">both
</i>of us as well! What if I can’t deliver what you need? What if no matter
what I do you feel it wasn’t good enough for our wedding night?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s impossible. You’re always
good enough for me.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Then what is there to worry about?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko sniffed the last of her
impromptu tears and turned away. “I want it to be romantic. I want to feel like
we’re making <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">love</i>, not having sex for
the sake of it.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Hands reappeared on her bare
shoulders – Reina’s palms were as warm as the tears drying on Aiko’s skin. “With
you, Ai-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">chan, </i>it’s never sex for the
sake of it. Making love to you is never just another thing to do.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko laid her hand upon Reina’s and
relaxed. “Do you promise?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina nuzzled her nose into her
wife’s ear and exhaled a long, warm breath. Kisses followed along the edge of
her face. “From the first time we did it, I’ve only looked forward to sex with
you.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko could remember that first time:
Christmas Day, 1992. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">We’ll be
honeymooning on Christmas. </i>That was the day Aiko decided she was ready to
lose her virginity, and not to anyone – to Reina, the woman she was on her
fourth date with. How quickly life changed. Just earlier that same month Aiko
had known nothing about her own homosexuality. Not until she met Reina, who
drew it out of her like the sun brings out the core of a flower. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Like one Christmas Day. </i>Aiko’s favorite
day.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I want to make love,” she said,
turning in Reina’s embrace and clinging to her arms. “I want to feel everything
I felt that first time we did it, and the second, and every time since then. I
want it to be fast, and slow; easy, and hard.” With Reina it was always a
little of everything. Sometimes a lot of everything. “Just you and me and our bodies,
like it was that first time.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Jya,
</i>you know what you want, all right.” Reina cupped her hands around her
wife’s face and kissed her forehead. “But what about what I want?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko laughed. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I can only guess what </i>she <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">wants.
</i>“What do you want, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">anata?</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina rubbed her hands along Aiko’s
bare arms, testing the strength of her biceps and the dent of her elbow. “I
want to make you happy. And I want to feel passion with you as well.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Something tumbled in Aiko’s groin as
her spouse’s hands tumbled to her behind. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Even
now she still can make me blush on my wedding night. </i>“Do you want romance?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I want whatever we do.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Their next kiss could have been
their last.</span></div>
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</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Unrequited Love."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「片思い。」<br />
<b>Published: </b>March 29th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$4.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Past<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>July - Oct., 1997<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Wisky<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Currently Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb:</b><br />
<br />
<br />
The day Aiko and Reina move into their own home together is supposed to
be a joyous occasion. However, with Reina working five to six days a
week, Aiko the budding housewife finds solitude tough to handle. She
jumps headlong into making friends at the nearest lesbian get-together
but meets one person not interested: Reina's bitter ex-girlfriend, who
fills her emotional void with activism and her love for all-female
musicals.<br /><br />While Aiko establishes herself as the queen of
domesticity, Reina is nominated for a promotion at work. She soon
discovers that being a woman in the professional world is rife with
injustice, and begins to resent her gender and the way society treats
it. With her ex-girlfriend now hanging around, it is a cold reminder as
to what happens when Reina becomes a thorn in other women's families.<br /><br />Living
together will give Aiko and Reina challenges never dreamed of before,
yet it gives them the chance to build a life together, other women
notwithstanding. Their first trial is to navigate the first few months
of coming out, disappointment, glamorous show tunes, and a dark cloud of
<i>kataomoi</i>, or "unrequited love," hanging over the city.<br /><br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You
know, I’ve been thinking.” Seeing the tenderness on her girlfriend’s visage
made Reina weak like this. “About what you said the other day…wanting to stay
home to take care of the house…” She nuzzled Aiko’s cheek. “If I get this promotion,
which I should, I’ll be making enough money to support us both <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and </i>save on the side. Maybe it won’t be
so hard on us if you don’t get a part-time job.” </span>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Eyes glittering, Aiko bit her bottom
lip to contain her elation. “Truly?” Her voice fluctuated between an awed
whisper and a loving tone. “Oh! Thank you!” She clobbered into Reina’s body,
squeezing the breath out of her and crushing her ribs. “I will do my best to be
a productive person here at home! I’ll make our favorite foods every day and make
sure you have everything you need to do well at work!” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina scoffed – and yet, looking at
Aiko’s frivolity gave her pride. “You make it sound like you are a housewife
now…”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well, I am! In a way.” Aiko
released her death grip. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nee</i>, why is
it so different just because we’re both women?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I suppose it’s not, really.” And
with that, Reina kissed her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The ache in her muscles melted away,
only to be replaced with a new ache: the throbbing torture of yearning. When
she slipped her tongue into Aiko’s mouth, her girlfriend responded with a smack
to the rear. “You naughty girl! My mother will be here soon!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>That was almost enough to kill
Reina’s libido. But she had tasted Aiko’s lips, smelled her skin, and rubbed
her face against her hair. Sex was inevitable now. “There’s time for a
quickie.” She licked Aiko’s cheek as if it were ice cream.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Maybe…” The skin beneath Reina’s
tongue turned as pink as Aiko’s T-shirt. “If we’re <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">really </i>quick…”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Give
me five minutes, my tongue and my fingers, and I’ll have you screaming into
your pillow again. </i>Quickies weren’t the most fun, but they got the job
done. At the very least, Reina would be tranquil enough to get through a visit
from Junko. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She attempted to lift Aiko off the
floor – that only resulted in lifting her T-shirt, and soon they fell into each
other’s arms, kissing, biting, and clawing one another like rabid wolves. The
best part about the oncoming lovemaking was that their union couldn’t produce
the child Reina swore she still heard screeching at the train station a ten
minute walk away. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ai-</i>chan.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She swore her girlfriend’s sigh had
her name on it.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Lips curled together; tongues ducked
into each other’s mouths. Hands roamed where they willed, including beneath the
hem of Aiko’s skirt and the cusp of Reina’s shirt. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Soon. </i>In a second they could pry apart long enough to ascend the
stairs and roll together in bed until…</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A shout, not from a toddler, dumped
upon their heated embrace. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina’s first thought as she and
Aiko disengaged was that the little girl on the bicycle had been in an
accident. But after she finished pulling down her T-shirt she saw the horror on
Aiko’s face and followed her gape out the wide front window.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Where she met Junko’s equally
horrified mien.</span></div>
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<h2>
"DAISUKI.", "HATSUKOI." & "SEIKOU."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"I Love You.", "First Love." and "Sexual Character."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「大好き。」 「初恋。」 & 「性こう。」<br />
<b>Published: </b>March 20th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$9.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Both<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>---<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Wisky<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
Aiko and Reina have been together for almost 20 years, yet one thing
remains unsaid between them: "Daisuki," or, "I love you." As they
approach their anniversary, their relationship comes to an impasse as
Aiko the Japanese housewife begins demanding "I love you" with a side of
marriage and romance.<br />
<br />
But Reina doesn't understand complex
concepts like "love" or other heavy emotions. She's spent years
supporting her girlfriend via a soul-sucking salary job and tending to
their mutual needs in the bedroom. Isn't that sufficient? In a culture
demanding Reina choose between the "feminine" and the "masculine"
worlds, it's bad enough she's trying to find her role without Aiko
adding extra pressure.<br />
<br />
Some words need not saying, but "I love
you" is about to destroy a relationship already surviving strange
side-lovers and even stranger exploits.<br />
<br />
--<br />
<br />
If society has taught Aiko anything, it's that one day she will marry a
man. Not until she meets Reina, a lesbian with a knack for flirting,
does she decide she wants to experience a different kind of sexual
liberation - assuming she can overcome her insecurities and nosy family.
As she succumbs more and more to Reina's charms, however, Aiko wonders
if she can really abandon everyone's expectations. <br />
<br />
Reina has met
plenty of girls like Aiko before: cute, naive, and ready to screw the
status quo. After being burned by countless young women who go on to
marry men and forget their lesbian lives, how can Reina trust yet
another "good girl" following her around? Especially when she thinks she
may be having those foreign feelings for her best friend instead.<br />
<br />
Time
will only tell if Hatsukoi, or "first love," has really come to two
such different people. Is their relationship genuine or just another
footnote amongst flirting, lying, and sneaking around love hotels? <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
--<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">For over
twenty years Reina has sexually celebrated the women around her with a
reverence only tolerated by her wife, Aiko. But when Reina misinterprets the
fluidity of their open relationship, she’s backed into a corner where her
gender dysphoria reigns supreme. In order to salvage her marriage, she may have
to reanalyze the way she views the world, her life, and her experiences.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Just
when she thinks she’s figured her spouse out, Aiko faces an unexpected
transgression. Can she forgive her? Or will love finally give way to the
fatigue that accompanies being with someone like Reina? A sick mother and
unsympathetic sister are not helping Aiko’s dilemma. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Even the
most passionate relationships sometimes fall asunder to “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">seikou</i>,” the sexual character at the core of one’s identity. Will
Reina and Aiko reunite with stronger hearts, or is it finally time to go their
separate ways? And if they do split up, who will help them pick up the pieces –
the stoic therapist, the desperate socialite, or the young couple who initiated
this mess to begin with?</span></div>
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<b><b>Tokyo; December 17th, 2011</b><br />
<br />
</b>She knew Reina loved her.<br />
<br />
Ask anyone who knew them for who they were, and they would say,
“Yes, they are so in love! I’ve never met a couple like them before.
They inspire me!” It made Aiko blush as if she were a shy teenager
again. It made her blush like the day Reina first asked her out on a
date.<br />
<br />
“Do you remember?” Aiko asked her girlfriend, as they sat in a
fancy restaurant and dined in celebration of their anniversary. “You
came to me after your rehearsal, and told me you wanted to get ice cream
with me.”<br />
<br />
Reina put down her wine glass and considered the floral centerpiece
on their table. She rarely made eye contact with Aiko in public, even
after so many years. “I guess so. It was a long time ago.” <br />
<br />
“Nineteen years.” Aiko smiled, the corners of her mouth bashing
away her blushing. “Can you believe it’s been nineteen years since our
first date?” <br />
<br />
“I suppose. You’re the one who keeps track.”<br />
<br />
Aiko cleared her throat and pushed aside her empty plate of chicken
alfredo. Reina fidgeted with her utensils and her glass, as if
convinced everyone waited for them to do something non-platonic. Aiko
searched the room: other Japanese couples, all of them heterosexual; an
upper-middle class family with two teenagers; a small group of female
friends toasting to good times. She and Reina were the sole same-sex
couple in there. Doubtless anyone stealing a glance at them would assume
they were good friends, or sisters, maybe cousins. The fact they were
lovers would never cross anyone’s mind, except for maybe a perverted
foreigner.<br />
<br />
Reaching out to put her hand on the table, Aiko looked to Reina for
reciprocation. They went easy on the public affection, but the
restaurant was dim and nobody watched the quiet ladies in the center of
the gallery. Aiko invited her girlfriend with a timid gaze.<br />
<br />
Reina studied Aiko’s hand and looked away. <br />
<br />
It stung, but she was not surprised. Not here. Not in a place like
this. Aiko was the one who suggested they come to a nice restaurant for
their anniversary. Maybe if it wasn’t in the neighborhood Reina worked
in – somebody from work might see them holding hands. <br />
<br />
This was not Reina’s element. Aiko liked elegant things, but the
fact her girlfriend dressed up in a pantsuit and combed her hair down
was a miracle. <i>She loves me. She dressed up for me.</i> Reina would
rather go to a bar in Ni-chome where the lesbian bartenders would tease
them about their steady relationship. They were regulars at almost all
the stops. But that was in Reina’s playground. Here was Aiko’s fantasy
life.<br />
<br />
“Are you all right?” she asked. “Do you want to leave?” <br />
<br />
Reina finally smiled, her eyes lighting up and meeting Aiko’s for
the first time since they stepped into that stuffy restaurant. “You know
what I want.”<b><br />
<br />
</b><br />
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<br />
They took a taxi home to avoid the crowded trains. Aiko spread a
coat between them and held Reina’s hand underneath so the driver, an old
conservative-looking man, couldn’t see. Reina kept her eyes on the
window while Aiko fought back titters over how happy she felt. Probably
from the wine. She hucked back the last of it because Reina was in such a
hurry to leave.<br />
<br />
Everything changed the moment they walked through their front door.
As if a switch flipped, Reina turned more into her “old” self and
kicked her shoes off like a slob, leaving them upside down in the <i>genkan</i>. She grabbed Aiko’s arm and pulled her into a kiss.<br />
<br />
They scurried up the stairs, their clothing falling off their
bodies as if nothing but air. By the time they reached the second floor
Reina had plunged both hands into Aiko’s hair. She couldn’t breathe as
her girlfriend covered her with kisses and nipped the nape of her neck;
she flung her arms around Reina and asked to be carried to their
bedroom.<br />
<br />
She may have been taller, but that didn’t mean she could whisk Aiko
up and haul her around like in some romance movie. The best Reina could
do was pick her up at the waist and shuffle her into their bedroom
where they had fornicated every few days for fifteen years. <br />
<br />
Reina was intense that night. She was always intense during sex,
but this time Aiko swore a new passion burst behind every kiss and
thrust and guttural moan. She imagined they were like the majestic
tigers she saw on the animal shows on TV, cunning cats swatting and
rolling while they attempted to tame their mate. Another silly fantasy.
Reina was the tiger here – here and everywhere in their relationship.
All the other women thought so. <br />
<br />
And thus Aiko thought the same thing she did every time Reina brought her to the heights of her pleasure: <i>She’s mine. Other women come and go in this room, but it’s me who sleeps next to her every night.</i><br />
<br />
Reina was, for lack of a better word, an <i>onna tarashi</i>, or a
lady killer, a womanizer, or any other silly term their American friend
came up with. Reina had the uncanny ability to approach any woman and at
least get a giggle out of her. Given the right atmosphere, Reina could
get more than a giggle. When Aiko met her, Reina was a twenty-year-old
in the entertainment industry who spent all her wages on cigarettes,
alcohol, and cover charges for lesbian clubs where she would pick up
anyone for casual sex. Now Reina hovered around forty, and although she
handed in her long hair and glittery stage dresses for a business suit
and cropped hair long ago, she still spent her allowances on cigarettes,
alcohol, and entertaining other women when she and Aiko went downtown
on the weekends. <br />
<br />
To stay with Reina was to understand that’s how she lived. Reina
didn’t think in terms of “monogamy versus polyamory,” or “my girlfriend
versus every other woman.” But sometimes Aiko wondered if there wasn’t a
like-minded woman over twenty in Japan whom Reina hadn’t been on top of
at one time or another.<br />
<br />
<i>But now she’s on top of me, because she loves me.</i><br />
<br />
Aiko felt her girlfriend’s skin and traced circles with manicured
nails. A pleasant lull in their heated love-making. Reina was silent, as
usual, aside from her heavy breaths and her curt announcement, “This is
the last one.”<br />
<br />
“The last one” meant Reina was done playing with her lover and
wanted to claim her own gratification. The only time Aiko ever heard
Reina’s low voice peak high and almost feminine-like was in a split
second during her climax, when she would let out a small squeal in
Aiko’s ear. She had heard it many, many times, but it still made her
smile.<br />
<br />
It didn’t take long for Reina to roll over and grab a cigarette.
Aiko didn’t like smoking in the house, but she let Reina smoke in their
bedroom after sex. She sat back in the bed and cradled Aiko in one arm, a
cigarette passing between them. The only time Aiko ever smoked, unlike
Reina who could go through a pack a day.<br />
<br />
After Reina finished, she cleaned up. She wandered in and out of
the bedroom, naked, her feet tripping over Aiko’s dress, thrown down on
the floor when they first stumbled through the door. Reina reached up
and turned off the bedroom light before crawling back into bed. Aiko
curled next to her and put her own head on Reina’s flat chest, listening
to her breathe and feeling the heat of her skin. <br />
<br />
“I love you,” Aiko said, her hand massaging Reina’s arm and her
lips pressing against the cleft between breasts. Nineteen years. The
weight of those years felt like feathers on her heart. Maybe Reina felt
the same.<br />
<br />
Aiko waited for a response. But all she heard was Reina’s steady
breathing and a car passing outside. The lights flashed by the bedroom
window and illuminated Reina’s face, her eyes open and her lips slammed
shut.<br />
<br />
“I love you,” Aiko said again, louder. She didn’t know what she expected. Anything, for their anniversary.<br />
<br />
Reina closed her eyes. A few minutes later her grip eased as she fell asleep.<br />
<br />
No matter. Aiko closed her eyes as well. She wouldn’t let the silence bother her.<b> </b><br />
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<h2>
"SHIMONETA."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Dirty Talk."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;">下ネタ</span><span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;"></span>。」 <br />
<b>Published: </b>March 8th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$2.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>May, 2013<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Iuliia Rozvadovska</span></span><br />
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<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
Roped into teaching a "Lesbian Talk" seminar for the local lesbian
populace, Reina is convinced it's going to bomb - even though she is the
most talented, experienced, and sexiest woman possible to do the job.
Just as she's getting used to the idea, however, her worst nightmare
arrives: her wife, Aiko, coming to taunt her with everything she keeps
beneath her clothing. Will Reina's seminar head south as she cracks
under the sexual pressure, or will this master of "<i>shimoneta</i>," or "dirty talk," end up giving the greatest demonstration of her short career? Whatever happens, Aiko volunteers to help.<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> “But how do you meet these people once you’re in the same room together?” Kotoha tugged on one of her pigtails. “Because I never have any idea what to say.”</span><br />
<div style="-qt-block-indent: 0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: 36px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> Reina shrugged. “Depends on your personality and the context. In our situation, your biggest bets meeting people by chance are gay bars and meetings.” That’s how Reina met over half of her 450 sex partners. “And in gay bars, women are looking for companionship, right?” Right. Of course. And it seemed most of the girls agreed from the way they slowly nodded and turned away, embarrassed. “In that case, it helps to be forward. Assuming it fits your personality.” Reina was the queen of forwardness. She could go into any lesbian bar and convince almost any woman to have sex with her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> “Even somebody like me?” Kotoha pointed to her feminine pigtails.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> “Why not? We butches can’t do </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">all </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">the work, you know.”</span></div>
<div style="-qt-block-indent: 0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: 36px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> That elicited a few more chuckles than usual. Reina got an idea and took a step forward.</span></div>
<div style="-qt-block-indent: 0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: 36px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> “Here. I’ll show you how to flirt.”</span></div>
<div style="-qt-block-indent: 0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: 36px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> Before anyone could object, Reina walked over to turn off the lights and leave everyone in darkness, save for when she turned on one low light above her audience. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">As dark as a bar. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">All that was missing was the thumping of music too loud to hear people over. Or as Reina liked to think about it, loud enough for her to covertly flirt beneath. </span></div>
<div style="-qt-block-indent: 0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: 36px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> She slinked through the rows and sat in an empty desk next to Kotoha, who registered her presence with a small start. The others either turned or leaned forward to watch the Master of Seduction in action.</span></div>
<div style="-qt-block-indent: 0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: 36px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> “Did you come here all alone?” Reina asked in her soft, easy voice. “Or is somebody not paying attention to you?” She painted a gentle smile on her face – fake in her own mind, but one she had practiced over decades to come out looking genuine. She maintained a respectful distance from Kotoha. Experience taught her young femmes didn’t like being crowded so early in flirtations. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Older femmes and butches of all ages though…</span></div>
<div style="-qt-block-indent: 0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: 36px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> Kotoha shuffled in her seat. For someone thrust into the spotlight in the middle of an awkward lesson, Reina commended her for not running away. “I came here alone,” she said in a whisper. The edges of her mouth pulled into a giddy smile. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> Reina scooted her chair closer. “You look like you could use some company.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> Kotoha covered her mouth. </span></div>
<div style="-qt-block-indent: 0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: 36px;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> From there on Reina resorted to her foolproof methods, from inquiring about Kotoha’s life to offering her free drinks and cigarettes – both of which she declined. Kotoha gradually came out of her shell, the grin on her countenance bigger than the ego Reina stroked with her subtle compliments and sly suggestions. As the minutes wore on, Kotoha’s cheeks became pinker and her body shifted in the arrival of sexual arousal. Reina wrapped her arm around the back of Kotoha’s chair, leaned forward, and whispered into her ear, “Do you understand why what I’m doing works?”</span></div>
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<h2>
"NANPAKAI." & "CHINSEKI."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Pick-Up Cluib." & "Sleep Together."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;">軟派</span><span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;">会</span>。」 & 「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;">枕籍</span><span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;"></span>。」 <br />
<b>Published: </b>February 16th, 2013<br />
<b>Price: </b>$3.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>September, 2012<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Ben Heys & Halay Alex<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
As a belated birthday present, Aiko's girlfriend Reina takes her to the
largest lesbian nightclub in town. Rowdy, drunk women aren't exactly on
Aiko's list of "great birthday gifts" however, until she discovers the
club's dirty little secret - it's actually a "nanpakai," or a place for
picking up women for some quick, casual fun centered around
exhibitionism. With the mission to become a seductress for one night,
Aiko sets her sights on an out-of-towner. Will their encounter be the
envy of every other woman watching, or will Aiko discover she's not cut
out for the life of a <i>nanpa?</i><br />
<br />
AND<br />
<br />
After watching her girlfriend seduce a stranger at a nightclub, Reina
finds herself in the same stranger's hotel room only an hour later.
Girlfriend Aiko and her new friend seem ready to go for round two, but
there's one thing holding Reina back: this third wheel is more masculine
than she's comfortable with. Will Reina let go of her gendered
insecurities and have a good time, or will her new friend's request for "<i>chinseki</i>," or "sleeping together," be too much for her to handle?
<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After
stopping halfway across the room to smooth out blouse, skirt, and voluminous
hair, Aiko straightened her back and reclaimed the confident image of a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">reba </i>on the prowl. There were empty
spots in the back rooms after all, and she needed to fill them both for her
girlfriend’s and her own rising needs.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The closer she came to her unknowing
target, the more those needs increased. Coming off such a lovely kiss from
Reina, Aiko realized the slow stimulation of the night had created a tingle in
her stomach and a numbness in her breasts. One look from this woman would be
enough to make Aiko go for a hat-trick between her legs.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Unlike Mina, this woman noticed her
a few seconds before she arrived. Their eyes met in the darkness of the
nightclub. A tiny smirk grew on her high cheekbones; she pocketed her cell
phone in her blazer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Can I help you?” she asked with a
rich tenor. “You look a little lost.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Aiko had to steel herself against
this woman’s charms. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m the one doing
the seducing, not her. </i>Although the thought of letting this gorgeous woman
with reddish-brown hair and sparkling eyes do whatever she wanted was
appealing. Instead, Aiko reminded herself of her promise to Reina, and
maintained a coy countenance. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Bemusement clouded the woman’s once
eager expression, but she didn’t flinch, nor did she look like she wanted go
somewhere else. “Is is that obvious I’m not from around here?” she asked.
“Please, have a seat.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The tiny two-person table forced
Aiko to sit opposite the woman, her shoulder bumping into the wall. She put
Reina’s beer on the table and attempted to mimic the woman’s casual stance by
crossing her legs and leaning into the chair. “Let’s just say you seem the type
I would have seen around here before.” Aiko didn’t interact with many butches
because of Reina’s tendencies for femmes, but she would have definitely
recalled a looker like this one. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">There’s
something mischievous about her smile. </i>When Reina smirked like that it was
because she knew something Aiko didn’t – this was genuine pleasure for the
situation.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s not my first time to this
neighborhood, no.” The woman flicked her empty glass. “But I don’t live around
here, so maybe that’s why our paths have unfortunately not crossed before.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Where are you from?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The woman reached an alluring hand
for Aiko. She stiffened, prepared to be groped from across the table, and
decided she was okay with that thought. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Here’s
your show, Reina.</i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But the woman’s hand diverted for
the beer bottle and scraped the label. Aiko laughed. “Ah, Sapporo?” She turned
the bottle towards herself. “That far away?” How could this amiable woman be
from Japan’s northernmost city? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I bet
she’s the queen </i>tachi <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">of the Sapporo
lesbian scene. </i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“My job brings me here sometimes.
I’m only here through the weekend.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Aiko imagined that whatever business
this woman had included a suite in a grand Tokyo hotel overlooking the bay,
where room service was outrageous but the walls were soundproof. Tingles
scurried across her skin as she further imagined being in that room with this
woman, because <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">clearly </i>that was the
oncoming invitation. “Oh, I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve been coming to
this neighborhood for over twenty years now.” She hoped she didn’t age herself.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Twenty years, eh?” Her thin, brown
eyebrows danced in calculations. “That’s how long I’ve been wearing clothes
like these.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Beer entered Aiko’s mouth as she
tipped the Sapporo blend past her lips. She set it down with a gentle ting, her
eyes never once leaving the woman’s large hands. “My name is Aiko. Pleasure to
welcome you to my city.”</span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Teeth as white as the one light in
the room accepted Aiko’s welcome. “You can call me Jun. Nice to see you
drinking my beer.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It’s
Reina’s favorite brand. </i>Aiko had been buying her cases of it for fifteen
years. “Jun, huh? My mother’s name is Junko.” The irony could give an anemic a
headache.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Small world.” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jun pulled a cigarette from her
other pocket – Aiko saw her chance. She whipped Reina’s lighter from her purse
and produced a spark with a flick of the nimble wrist. Jun wavered between
staring at Aiko’s chivalry and pulling out her own lighter. The cigarette
balanced upon her lips. Eventually she leaned forward and accepted a light. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“So tell me,” Jun said behind a
smoke ring, “what’s a lovely lady like you doing by herself in a place like
this? I mean, I’m from out of town, so I don’t know many people. But if you’ve
been here for twenty years, then you’re either a pariah or up to something.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Aiko laughed. “I assure you, I have
no bad reputation you should fear. I’m just…” she struggled for an appropriate
word, one that would neither offend nor give away her history as one-half of
Ni-chome’s most notorious couple. “I’m picky.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Picky, eh?”<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A fleeting look told Aiko that her
girlfriend was still in place, watching them with continued interest. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yes, picky. </i>She had gone through a dozen
boyfriends before meeting Reina and discovering her Sapphic destiny. Since then
not a single person could compare to her Reina…although many, like maybe Jun,
tried. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Since you’re from out of town,”
Aiko said, bouncing a foot beneath the table, “I’d like to know how you found
out about this place. It’s quite special, you know.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Oh? I’d always heard of it. It’s
the biggest club for… certain women, is it not?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Last I heard. But the bars are so
much more popular.” Or at least Aiko preferred them and their familiarity. </span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jun shrugged. “I know this place has
been around forever.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, that’s true. It also has a
certain reputation, you know.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“So I’ve heard.” Jun’s mouth parted
into a devilish smile. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Aiko eased her foot forward and discovered
the tip of Jun’s knee; she was met with a deeper look and one careful smoke
ring. The way Jun’s lips turned into a perfect O taunted Aiko for a kiss. “Have
you heard what people call this kind of club?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A brilliant pause.</span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’ve heard it called a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">nanpakai.</i>”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jun tilted forward into the table,
into Aiko’s foot. “Are you a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">nanpa</i>,
Aiko-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san?</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
will be soon. </i>“Are you, Jun-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san?</i>”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">S</span>he picked up her glass
and coaxed out the last drop; the tip of her boot grazed Aiko’s foot. “I may
have been called that once or twice.”</span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">For over
twenty years Reina has sexually celebrated the women around her with a
reverence only tolerated by her wife, Aiko. But when Reina misinterprets the
fluidity of their open relationship, she’s backed into a corner where her
gender dysphoria reigns supreme. In order to salvage her marriage, she may have
to reanalyze the way she views the world, her life, and her experiences.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Just
when she thinks she’s figured her spouse out, Aiko faces an unexpected
transgression. Can she forgive her? Or will love finally give way to the
fatigue that accompanies being with someone like Reina? A sick mother and
unsympathetic sister are not helping Aiko’s dilemma. </span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Even the
most passionate relationships sometimes fall asunder to “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">seikou</i>,” the sexual character at the core of one’s identity. Will
Reina and Aiko reunite with stronger hearts, or is it finally time to go their
separate ways? And if they do split up, who will help them pick up the pieces –
the stoic therapist, the desperate socialite, or the young couple who initiated
this mess to begin with?</span></div>
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “We’re
going to try an exercise,” Dr. Katou announced, her legs crossed once more.
“Its goal is to help you two better understand how you see each other.”</span>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">This’ll
be grand.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Reina, let’s begin with you. Please
select one word that you think best describes your wife.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A word? Just a word? While Reina was
a champion of brevity, she could hardly sum up everything that was “Aiko
Takeuchi” into one measly word. Reina’s vocabulary wasn’t that fantastic. How
was she supposed to describe her own precious wife, the one she had so
apparently wronged, with one word? What would she focus on? Her beauty, despite
its aging? Her homemaking prowess? Her sweetness? Her trademark naiveté that
had gradually chipped away over the years, the more Reina influenced her?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I guess it would be <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">arasagashi.</i>”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aiko gasped, and Dr. Katou “hmmmed” like
she always did when things were about to get interesting. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Arasagashi?</i>” Aiko repeated. “Is that so? You think I am so picky?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Un.</i>”
She hadn’t been in the early years of their relationship, but Reina gauged
Aiko’s habit of picking out every fault in her partner began around the time
they moved in together and she adopted the occupation of homemaker. The day
that happened was the same day Aiko went from a fun and curious girl to a ranting
woman, as if she were determined to become the stereotypical housewife who
constantly treated her husband like a careless child. But like her diminishing
naiveté, it too had been gradual, enough for Reina to ignore it while
continuing to enjoy the things she loved most about Aiko. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She was halfway through spitting out
a testy response when Dr. Katou cut her off. “And how about you? What one word
would you use to describe your partner?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina should have seen it coming
from beyond the Japanese Alps, from the way Aiko’s jaw set with a determined,
slightly <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">arasagashi-</i>like stance. She
should have seen it coming, but she didn’t.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Seikou.</i>”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Without context, Reina had no idea
how to take that word. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Seikou </i>in
itself had seemingly endless definitions. She had half a mind to ask Aiko to
write it down in Japanese <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kanji </i>so
she could see the intended version.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Seikou,
</i>eh? So I’m a steel manufacturer?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>No surprise when Aiko didn’t laugh
at that joke.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Am I a big success?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You know which one I mean.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Hardly.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
know. </i>Reina could see the layers written in the lines of Aiko’s face.
Denial kept them at bay. If Reina faced the true meanings Aiko intended, then
she had to confront the same accusation she had flung in her wife’s face one
week before. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’ve always known.</i></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Your character is rotten. Rotten
with sex.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Oh, not one meaning, but two! And
how they intertwined was so affronting that Reina leaped up in sheer shock. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Seikou, </i>is it?” she snapped. “If you
knew my character was so consumed with sex, then why did you get into a
relationship with me, huh?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“How could I have known?” Aiko
retained her nonplussed demeanor, that same evil one turning Reina’s life
upside-down. “How does an inexperienced girl recognize that sort of sordid
character consumed with sex? It’s not normal. You should never choose other
women over me!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Choose women… over you… <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">seikou! Shinjiran!</i>” Reina paced back and
forth even after Dr. Katou gently suggested she sit down again. “I don’t
believe it! It’s like I told you last week. You’ve been trying to change me
over all this time!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I have done no such thing!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“But don’t you wish you could? Don’t
you wish you could make me <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">normal?</i>”
Reina glowered above her wife. “It’s bad enough your oversexed spouse can’t
keep her legs closed, right? She’s also got a whole box of other problems, all
the way down to her inability to have sex like a woman!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Reina!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Don’t deny it! You want me to fit
into your heteronormative dreams! You got your marriage, and now you want…”
Reina choked and stepped back. All her gender-infused demons came crawling up
her legs and took root in her stomach, and there was Aiko gawking at her in
horror. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She hates me. </i>Reina stumbled
over her empty chair. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m a monster. </i>She
couldn’t breathe. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m neither man nor
woman. </i>“You want me to die inside just to fit your mold.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina collapsed into her chair and
held her head between her hands, forcing back the sobs wanting to burst out and
humiliate her. The demons inside her taunted her identity as neither man nor
woman, their cackles drowning out the sounds of Aiko’s panicked declarations of
love happening a meter away. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No, Reina, no!” Aiko grabbed a
shaking hand and parted drooping hair. “I would never! I would never change <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you!</i> I don’t care about your libido, or
our lifestyle!” Chairs screeched backwards as Aiko shoved out of her seat. “I only
want you to keep your promise to me!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Her kisses were warm and wet on
Reina’s face, but it wasn’t enough. Not when she now knew her wife’s summation
of her. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Seikou. </i>Everything wrapped in
the core of Reina’s identity, from her carefree attitude to the way she tended
to women around her – those beautiful, loving women – was a divide between
them. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I didn’t mean to hurt you, Ai-</i>chan.
Reina didn’t want to feel the affection showered upon her. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">So why are you hurting me?</i></span></div>
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<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;">枕籍</span><span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;"></span>。」 <br />
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<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>September, 2012<br />
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<b>Blurb: </b><br />
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After watching her girlfriend seduce a stranger at a nightclub, Reina
finds herself in the same stranger's hotel room only an hour later.
Girlfriend Aiko and her new friend seem ready to go for round two, but
there's one thing holding Reina back: this third wheel is more masculine
than she's comfortable with. Will Reina let go of her gendered
insecurities and have a good time, or will her new friend's request for "<i>chinseki</i>," or "sleeping together," be too much for her to handle?<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Do
you want to fuck me, Reina-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san?</i>”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Lesser women would have balked at
the bluntness, but not Reina. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No. </i>Not
really. Jun wasn’t her type, even if her type generally was “female and
breathing.” Granted the choice without risk of offense, Reina would gladly go
home with her girlfriend and make love to her alone. But somewhere back in the
club she had decided to join Jun for the night. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yes. </i>She was female and breathing, after all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I suppose that depends on whether
or not you want to fuck me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The slowest leer rose across Jun’s
countenance. “Does a woman being sexually interested in you turn you on?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Doesn’t it to everyone?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Hmm.” Jun brushed her fingertips
across her mouth. “Knowing that another woman finds you attractive… and wants to
be with you, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">inside </i>you, is arousing
indeed.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>"</i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Inside”
huh? </i>Like that was happening. Not even Aiko got to do that with Reina
anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Still, you haven’t answered my
question.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Reina turned her head in the guise
of ignoring her. “That depends on many factors.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The chair hopped closer to Reina’s,
like a fat rabbit crawling to a delicious carrot. “Suppose I told you something
I told your girlfriend earlier, when we were otherwise engaged.” Jun’s voice
remained low, level. Her breath eased near Reina’s ear. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“And what’s that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“If a strong woman wants to do all
the work, far be it from me to stop her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reina shifted in her seat, trying to
get away from Jun, and trying to get closer. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She’s attempting to seduce me, and yet is offering me control? </i>That
was a catch: Jun could say she was a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">reba
</i>all she wanted, but in the throes of passion her old inclinations may do as
they pleased. </span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Do you like submitting, Jun-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san?</i>”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Well, I so rarely get to do it. And
you seem like the sort of woman who loves to give.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Then I suppose you’re insinuating
that you want me to fuck you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Snorting, Jun lost the edge of her
soothing voice and reverted to the casual woman who talked about old woodblock
printings and the hotel industry. “Tell me, when you’re seducing a woman, are
you always so subversive?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Who
says I was seducing you? </i>“When I’m seducing a woman, I make it pretty clear
that I want to fuck.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“So, if you wanted to have sex with
somebody like me, you would come up and say…?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Reina saw the bait and debated
whether or not to take it. It turned out to be an easy decision. “Do you want
to fuck?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jun leaned her elbow on Reina’s
chair, chin in hand. “And what if I said yes?”’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Then I would fuck you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Good?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Good, hard, fast, however you want
it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“And what if I wanted it just like
you would give your girlfriend?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Words left Reina’s head. Sex with
Aiko ran the gamut of slow and sensual, full of love and trust, to wild and
needy, full of hormones and energy. “I would say you are not my girlfriend, but
I would try my best.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Is your best any good?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“My best is the best.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Good.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jun slid her hand down the side of
Reina’s chair, fingers touching the outline of her denim jeans. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Don’t get too close. </i>The last thing
Reina needed was a dyke making a grab for her crotch. Sensing her unease,
however, Jun’s hand diverted to Reina’s torso and clasped the soft cotton
fabric there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Do you kiss as well as your girlfriend,
Reina-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san?</i>”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Who do you think taught her how to
kiss?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’d like to find out.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She didn’t appear so, but Jun had graceful,
feminine moves, like a cat bounding from one level to the next. Her right leg
swung over Reina’s lap; her knees clasped snugly into the folds of the seat
cushion. Reina held her breath: if she inhaled she would smell the brunt of
Jun’s cologne. Instead she smelled Jun’s breath, layered in champagne and sweet
tobacco. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Is it too much?” The sleeves of her
dark brown blazer fell from her shoulders, as smoothly as a snake shedding its
skin. Bare arms revealed themselves beneath the short sleeves of a silk black
shirt, top button undone and collar popped around her jaw. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Too much? You’ve barely touched
me.” Reina didn’t mention her rising claustrophobia from having a woman on top
of her. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A gorgeous woman. </i>The more
she acknowledged Jun’s rising feminine airs, the more bothered Reina became.
“I’m more worried about you. You already had a lot of fun back in the club. How
do I know you won’t crap out on me halfway through the deed?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hands ascended the length of Reina’s
body and caressed her chest. “Don’t worry about me. I know my limits.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Are you pushing them?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Hips undulated with the strength of a
wave. “Hardly. I’ve been ready to go again since you kissed me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> "T</span>hat wasn’t a kiss.” Reina laid her
arms around Jun’s waist. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Then what is?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I don’t think you could handle it.”</span></div>
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<h2>
"NANPAKAI."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Pick-Up Cluib."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;">軟派</span><span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149997;">会</span>。」 <br />
<b>Published: </b>December 28th, 2012<br />
<b>Price: </b>$2.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>September, 2012<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Ben Heys<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Not Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
As a belated birthday present, Aiko's girlfriend Reina takes her to the
largest lesbian nightclub in town. Rowdy, drunk women aren't exactly on
Aiko's list of "great birthday gifts" however, until she discovers the
club's dirty little secret - it's actually a "nanpakai," or a place for
picking up women for some quick, casual fun centered around
exhibitionism. With the mission to become a seductress for one night,
Aiko sets her sights on an out-of-towner. Will their encounter be the
envy of every other woman watching, or will Aiko discover she's not cut
out for the life of a <i>nanpa?</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After
stopping halfway across the room to smooth out blouse, skirt, and voluminous
hair, Aiko straightened her back and reclaimed the confident image of a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">reba </i>on the prowl. There were empty
spots in the back rooms after all, and she needed to fill them both for her
girlfriend’s and her own rising needs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span>The closer she came to her unknowing
target, the more those needs increased. Coming off such a lovely kiss from
Reina, Aiko realized the slow stimulation of the night had created a tingle in
her stomach and a numbness in her breasts. One look from this woman would be
enough to make Aiko go for a hat-trick between her legs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Unlike Mina, this woman noticed her
a few seconds before she arrived. Their eyes met in the darkness of the
nightclub. A tiny smirk grew on her high cheekbones; she pocketed her cell
phone in her blazer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Can I help you?” she asked with a
rich tenor. “You look a little lost.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Aiko had to steel herself against
this woman’s charms. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m the one doing
the seducing, not her. </i>Although the thought of letting this gorgeous woman
with reddish-brown hair and sparkling eyes do whatever she wanted was
appealing. Instead, Aiko reminded herself of her promise to Reina, and
maintained a coy countenance. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Bemusement clouded the woman’s once
eager expression, but she didn’t flinch, nor did she look like she wanted go
somewhere else. “Is is that obvious I’m not from around here?” she asked.
“Please, have a seat.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The tiny two-person table forced
Aiko to sit opposite the woman, her shoulder bumping into the wall. She put
Reina’s beer on the table and attempted to mimic the woman’s casual stance by
crossing her legs and leaning into the chair. “Let’s just say you seem the type
I would have seen around here before.” Aiko didn’t interact with many butches
because of Reina’s tendencies for femmes, but she would have definitely
recalled a looker like this one. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">There’s
something mischievous about her smile. </i>When Reina smirked like that it was
because she knew something Aiko didn’t – this was genuine pleasure for the
situation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s not my first time to this
neighborhood, no.” The woman flicked her empty glass. “But I don’t live around
here, so maybe that’s why our paths have unfortunately not crossed before.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Where are you from?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The woman reached an alluring hand
for Aiko. She stiffened, prepared to be groped from across the table, and
decided she was okay with that thought. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Here’s
your show, Reina.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But the woman’s hand diverted for
the beer bottle and scraped the label. Aiko laughed. “Ah, Sapporo?” She turned
the bottle towards herself. “That far away?” How could this amiable woman be
from Japan’s northernmost city? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I bet
she’s the queen </i>tachi <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">of the Sapporo
lesbian scene. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“My job brings me here sometimes.
I’m only here through the weekend.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Aiko imagined that whatever business
this woman had included a suite in a grand Tokyo hotel overlooking the bay,
where room service was outrageous but the walls were soundproof. Tingles
scurried across her skin as she further imagined being in that room with this
woman, because <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">clearly </i>that was the
oncoming invitation. “Oh, I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve been coming to
this neighborhood for over twenty years now.” She hoped she didn’t age herself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Twenty years, eh?” Her thin, brown
eyebrows danced in calculations. “That’s how long I’ve been wearing clothes
like these.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Beer entered Aiko’s mouth as she
tipped the Sapporo blend past her lips. She set it down with a gentle ting, her
eyes never once leaving the woman’s large hands. “My name is Aiko. Pleasure to
welcome you to my city.”</span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Teeth as white as the one light in
the room accepted Aiko’s welcome. “You can call me Jun. Nice to see you
drinking my beer.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It’s
Reina’s favorite brand. </i>Aiko had been buying her cases of it for fifteen
years. “Jun, huh? My mother’s name is Junko.” The irony could give an anemic a
headache.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Small world.” </span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jun pulled a cigarette from her
other pocket – Aiko saw her chance. She whipped Reina’s lighter from her purse
and produced a spark with a flick of the nimble wrist. Jun wavered between
staring at Aiko’s chivalry and pulling out her own lighter. The cigarette
balanced upon her lips. Eventually she leaned forward and accepted a light. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“So tell me,” Jun said behind a
smoke ring, “what’s a lovely lady like you doing by herself in a place like
this? I mean, I’m from out of town, so I don’t know many people. But if you’ve
been here for twenty years, then you’re either a pariah or up to something.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Aiko laughed. “I assure you, I have
no bad reputation you should fear. I’m just…” she struggled for an appropriate
word, one that would neither offend nor give away her history as one-half of
Ni-chome’s most notorious couple. “I’m picky.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Picky, eh?”<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A fleeting look told Aiko that her
girlfriend was still in place, watching them with continued interest. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yes, picky. </i>She had gone through a dozen
boyfriends before meeting Reina and discovering her Sapphic destiny. Since then
not a single person could compare to her Reina…although many, like maybe Jun,
tried. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Since you’re from out of town,”
Aiko said, bouncing a foot beneath the table, “I’d like to know how you found
out about this place. It’s quite special, you know.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Oh? I’d always heard of it. It’s
the biggest club for… certain women, is it not?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Last I heard. But the bars are so
much more popular.” Or at least Aiko preferred them and their familiarity. </span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jun shrugged. “I know this place has
been around forever.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, that’s true. It also has a
certain reputation, you know.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“So I’ve heard.” Jun’s mouth parted
into a devilish smile. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Aiko eased her foot forward and discovered
the tip of Jun’s knee; she was met with a deeper look and one careful smoke
ring. The way Jun’s lips turned into a perfect O taunted Aiko for a kiss. “Have
you heard what people call this kind of club?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A brilliant pause.</span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’ve heard it called a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">nanpakai.</i>”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jun tilted forward into the table,
into Aiko’s foot. “Are you a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">nanpa</i>,
Aiko-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san?</i>”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
will be soon. </i>“Are you, Jun-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san?</i>”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS Mincho"; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">S</span>he picked up her glass
and coaxed out the last drop; the tip of her boot grazed Aiko’s foot. “I may
have been called that once or twice.”</span> </div>
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<h2>
"ROUMAN."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Romance."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「<span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149999;">浪曼</span>。」<br />
<b>Published: </b>December 21st, 2012<br />
<b>Price: </b>FREE<br />
<b>Era:</b> Present<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>December, 2012<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Wisky<br />
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<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
On the eve of their wedding, Aiko discovers her girlfriend Reina has
some second thoughts about marriage, life, and aging. Even after twenty
years together, Reina still doesn't know what she wants from her
relationship - can Aiko remind her about the "Rouman", or romance, that
they've cultivated and shared over the years? It's probably going to
take all night.<br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
Aiko leaned her head against her girlfriend’s shoulder. “I hope growing
old with me isn’t a bad idea.” She fiddled with one of the buttons
hanging from Reina’s shirt. <br />
<br />
The quiet following shouldn’t have bothered Aiko – she was used to
hearing nothing but her own heartbeat after soliciting affection. But
she counted the passing seconds anyway, her finger continuing to flip
the button over and over until Reina stilled it with her own hand. <br />
<br />
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with.”<br />
<br />
She kissed the back of Aiko’s hand. Butterflies fluttered inside her
stomach, locking themselves in her rib cage and catching around her
heart. <i>Twenty years, and she’s never said something so romantic.</i>
Rarely were arduous words expressed in such a manner. A few months ago
Aiko had complained about it, and after a rough patch Reina tried to
share her feelings more often. <br />
<br />
“I love you, too.”<br />
<br />
Their eyes met with nary a shadow between them. Aiko couldn’t contain a
smile broadcasting all her appreciation for the woman she had loved for
so long. <br />
<br />
“You know what I love about you?” Reina said, before pecking her
girlfriend’s lips. “The fact that you’ve put up with somebody like me
for so long. I don’t know how you do it.”<br />
<br />
Aiko held her palm against Reina’s cheek and kissed her back. “I don’t
think of it as ‘putting up with you.’ I’ve been with you for so long
because I love you, despite any faults.”<br />
<br />
“Oh? And what is there to love about somebody like me?”<br />
<br />
Before Aiko could chastise her girlfriend’s self-deprecation, something
twinkled in Reina’s pupil and a twitch edged her mouth. <i>An ego boost, is it?</i> Aiko embraced her again, their heads knocking together. “I love how I feel in your arms.”<br />
<br />
“And how’s that?”<br />
<br />
Warmness inflated Aiko with every question her girlfriend asked – her
frozen appendages were thankful for it. “Beautiful. Loved. I guess I
don’t need to hear you say you love me so often, because I can feel it
when you hold me.”<br />
<br />
Was that the touch of a blush on Reina? “Well, I love holding you, so I guess it’s a good relationship.”<br />
<br />
“Then maybe you should hold me right now.”<br />
<br />
Reina’s grin thawed the last of Aiko’s skin. If it hadn’t, the hug
would have: strong and sincere, like the love Aiko felt for her
girlfriend in return. She struggled to hold Reina back in a like manner,
but her arms fumbled and she searched for an enclave to hide in. The
familiar scent of Reina’s sweat rang her neurons. <br />
<br />
Of course, someone like Reina couldn’t leave a hug at just a hug. The
heat intensified between them, reddening their skin and sending an
inferno to the pit of Aiko’s stomach, where it exterminated the
butterflies. As Reina’s hands meandered across her girlfriend’s body, a
brief moment of nervousness overtook Aiko – the same tension she felt
every time Reina informed her she wanted to make love. <br />
<br />
Hence the astounding difference between an affectionate kiss and one
meant to convey sentiment and arouse. Reina needed training over the
years on the former, but not the latter. Her lips, her tongue, her body
could arouse even the sleepiest desire inside another woman. Once, Aiko
had such a lazy passion, until she met the one woman who woke her from
sexual slumber. <br />
<br />
“Reina,” she managed to say, before her girlfriend’s tongue entered her mouth. She swallowed the rest of her words.<br />
<br />
But Reina cut their liaison short, pulling her head away while keeping
her arms stiff around Aiko’s body. “Can you feel it now that I’m holding
you?”<br />
<br />
<i>Feel what?</i> Aiko blinked away the trance Reina had inspired, and
realized that her hand laid beneath the white blouse, pressed against a
flat breast. <i>I feel all of her.</i><br />
<br />
“Ai-chan.” <br />
<br />
Aiko responded to her nickname with a start, as if it had been the go
button to her consciousness. “Does that answer your question?”<br />
<br />
Chuckling, Reina combed her fingers through Aiko’s bobbed brown hair,
her nails scratching a pleasant spot. “I love that even after all these
years you still haven’t become jaded about my flirtations.”<br />
<br />
Aiko smiled. “I love that you flirt with me just as much as you did when we first met.”<br />
<br />
“How can I not, when you’re just as beautiful now as you were then?”<br />
<br />
Teeth clamped onto Aiko’s bottom lip as she buried her face in Reina’s
bare chest. She squealed her blushing delight and thumped a fist into
her girlfriend’s side. “You think I’m beautiful?” she asked, once she
raised her head again.<br />
<br />
“The most.”<br />
<br />
Aiko could have kissed her – did kiss her, the excitement from such a
compliment lifting her spirits. “Tell me more about what you love.”<br />
<br />
“Only if you do the same for me.”<br />
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<h2>
"MITSUSHIN."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"Three Hearts."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「三心。」 *<br />
<b>Published: </b>December 14th, 2012<br />
<b>Price: </b>$1.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Past<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>February, 1993<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Mikhail Laptev<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Not Available<br />
<br />
<br />
* "Foreigner" Japanese<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
For their first Valentine's Day together, Aiko hopes her girlfriend
Reina will finally woo her with a little romance. Instead their big date
veers off in a strange direction when Reina decides it's time to
initiate Aiko into the wondrous world of "Mitsushin," or "three hearts"
as their foreign friend calls it. Will this inclusion of a third woman
obliterate all the romance left, or will Aiko discover a new way to
celebrate the love she has for Reina? A relationship legacy that will
ripple throughout all of Shinjuku is about to be born. <br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Do you think I’m attractive?” Aiko dropped her cards, her eyes searching for anything to look at besides Michiko’s startled face. “I mean, would you even… do that… with me… </span><span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;">mou, hazukashii!</span><span style="font-size: small;">” She buried her head in her hands from the embarrassment.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Inside the bathroom Reina turned the sink on and off, rattling the levers when water refused to come out hot enough. Amidst her curses on behalf of her sexual frustration, Michiko took one of Aiko’s hands and caressed it. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">“You’re a lovely young woman, Ai-<i>chan</i>.” That voice…Aiko had heard it before, somewhere else. The first date she had with a woman was with Michiko, not Reina, but all that amounted to was an initiation into flirtation and oral fixation. Now the seductive tone returned, and it was almost as if Aiko could feel herself back in that karaoke booth, Michiko’s finger pushing into her mouth.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">“But…” Aiko’s lips were dry. “But I’m not that…" </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Not that what? Pretty?” Soft fingers cupped Aiko’s chin; Michiko glanced over the face in front of her. “Let’s just say I was never surprised Reina ended up giving all her time to you.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Another guttural curse at the sink erupted from the bathroom. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">What is she doing in there? </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Aiko closed her eyes as Michiko’s hand pressed against her cheek.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Once, she had mentally begged for Michiko to kiss her. That was then, in the karaoke booth, and this was now, in a love hotel. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Where I thought she was going to take me in the first place. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Michiko even wore a similar ensemble to what she wore then: a black turtleneck decorated with a golden butterfly pendant on top of her breasts; a mini-skirt showcasing her smooth legs; hair recently dyed a stark brown and styled into a fashionable bob; make-up as natural as it was audacious, with dark pink lipstick and curled lashes. Since embracing her identity as a lesbian, Aiko found allowing herself to be captivated by another woman’s looks liberating…but now all she felt was confusion as their lips touched.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Michiko indulged Aiko’s shyness more than Reina usually did. She pushed forward, but didn’t jump to inhale her face like </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">certain people. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Instead, Michiko was the gentlest lover, massaging Aiko with one palm while squeezing her hand with the other. Their lips never went beyond innocent puckering. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">It’s like I’ve never kissed a woman before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">“</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Kora!</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">” Reina’s voice blasted into Aiko’s ears like a fist. She flung herself back from Michiko and gazed into her girlfriend’s overbearing visage, whether angry or disillusioned, she could not tell. “I go to the bathroom for three minutes and you two decide to start making out? Without me!” She flung her arms to the side with a huff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">“Calm down.” Michiko kept one hand in Aiko’s and used the other to take Reina’s. “I was just trying to demonstrate to your girlfriend the power of </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">mitsushin</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">“Eh?” Reina froze in bewilderment. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">“Eh?” Aiko cocked her head to the side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Michiko attempted to remain nonplussed between them, but her eyes closed and her mouth became taut. “I said that wrong, didn’t I?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Aiko giggled, a gesture pleasing enough to pull Michiko out of her little pillar of self-pity. “I think you mean ‘three hearts?’” She said the correct word as delicately as possible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh, yes, of course. Thank you, Ai-</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">chan.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Rolling her eyes, Reina attempted to wrench her hand free. Aiko muttered “</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">mistushin</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">” beneath her breath and tried not to laugh at Michiko’s juvenile mistake. Sometimes she forgot their friend had only learned Japanese a few years before, since she was originally from America. Every once in a while she let out a little gaffe like that, but usually Michiko spoke much more eloquently in Japanese than some people…like Reina, who often sounded like a high-school boy trying to impress all his friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">“What I was </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">trying </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">to convey,” Michiko continued, “was that sometimes three hearts are more passionate than two. And everybody needs some passion in their lives, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">nee,</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> Ai-</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">chan?</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">She shrunk into her own embrace. “I guess so.” </span>
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<h2>
"HATSUKOI."</h2>
<b>Translation: </b>"First love."<br />
<b>Japanese Title: </b>「初恋。」<br />
<b>Published: </b>November 30th, 2012<br />
<b>Price: </b>$4.99<br />
<b>Era:</b> Past<br />
<b>Time Period: </b>December, 1992 - April, 1993<br />
<b>Editor: </b>Lindsay York<br />
<b>Cover Photo: </b>Wisky<br />
<b>Paperback: </b>Available<br />
<br />
<b>Blurb: </b><br />
<br />
If society has taught Aiko anything, it's that one day she will marry a
man. Not until she meets Reina, a lesbian with a knack for flirting,
does she decide she wants to experience a different kind of sexual
liberation - assuming she can overcome her insecurities and nosy family.
As she succumbs more and more to Reina's charms, however, Aiko wonders
if she can really abandon everyone's expectations. <br />
<br />
Reina has met
plenty of girls like Aiko before: cute, naive, and ready to screw the
status quo. After being burned by countless young women who go on to
marry men and forget their lesbian lives, how can Reina trust yet
another "good girl" following her around? Especially when she thinks she
may be having those foreign feelings for her best friend instead.<br />
<br />
Time
will only tell if Hatsukoi, or "first love," has really come to two
such different people. Is their relationship genuine or just another
footnote amongst flirting, lying, and sneaking around love hotels? <br />
<br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Tokyo; December 10th, 1992</b><br />
<br />
Somewhere, Aiko’s favorite song played on a stereo.<br />
<br />
Her ears followed the pop-rock sounds to the corner of the room where
two girls huddled around a mirror, applying makeup. Aiko turned to her
cousin Shizuka and waited for her to proceed with the tour and
introductions. It was Aiko’s first time to see the backstage of a music
theater, and she didn’t want to embarrass herself or get her cousin in
trouble. <br />
<br />
She always thought such a scene would be alight with human energy, but
the few staff members wandering around yawned behind limp hands. A
costumer pushed a rack of colorful sequined dresses across the room and
was followed by everyone else, except for the two girls still applying.
Aiko recognized their dresses as the same style Shizuka wore.<br />
<br />
“Are those your group mates?” she asked.<br />
<br />
Shizuka nodded with the same dead energy. “Two of them, anyway.”<br />
<br />
“Is one of them the American?”<br />
<br />
“Well, one of them is American.” Shizuka blinked. “No, not the one I told you about. The other one is blond.”<br />
<br />
“There are two Americans?” Aiko had heard about one, a pale blonde with a
high voice and a sordid reputation, if sarcastic cousins were credible.
“How lucky!”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, lucky. They talk in English behind our backs. Well, fight is more
like it.” Shizuka took a step further into the light. “Come on, I’ll
introduce you to the nicer one.”<br />
<br />
Although she sauntered through the room without a worry, Aiko took more
care to ensure she didn’t step on a forgotten feather or bump her head
against the cords hanging from the ceiling. This place is so amazing.
Every time she watched a live music show on television, she wondered
what the places the talents retreated to offstage were like. Now that
she had a cousin in the entertainment industry, it was like Christmas
came three weeks early. <br />
<br />
“Yo!” Shizuka called as they approached the duo of bandmates. “If you
two aren’t careful, you’re going to kill our make-up supply and piss off
the manager.” <br />
<br />
One of the women dropped her eyeliner and craned her head around,
revealing Western face framed with bobbed brown hair. “Is there a
problem?” Aiko was surprised the foreigner spoke Japanese well. “Or are
you jealous we got the new stock before you?”<br />
<br />
“Oh, please.” Shizuka smiled. “Ai-chan, this is my fellow forgotten
backup singer, Michiko.” She stepped out of the way so Aiko was
unexpectedly presented on a bashful platter. “She’s the other American I
just now told you about.”<br />
<br />
Michiko also smiled and extended a hand towards Aiko. "<i>Hajimemashite</i>,” the American greeted. “What’s your name?”<br />
<br />
The giddiness over getting to shake hands like a “real” foreigner was
enough to make Aiko beam, although her eyes kept pointed to the ground. “<i>Hajimemashite</i>,”
she said, and gripped Michiko’s soft hand. Aiko pulled it away again
before her shyness could overcome her. “My name is Aiko. Aiko Takeuchi.”
<br />
<br />
“Oi!” Shizuka smacked the other woman on the shoulder. “Don’t be rude!”<br />
<br />
“Eh?” The woman in blue spun around. Vibrant eyes shrouded in thick eyeliner stared at Aiko, dissecting her, judging her. <br />
<br />
Aiko didn’t know why another Japanese girl’s face shocked her so much.
Maybe it was the eyeliner, or the eyes – upon reflection later in life,
Aiko would gauge it was a combination of those eyes alongside the sleek
and long, black hair making her heart still in her chest. This woman
looked like a veritable Cleopatra.<br />
<br />
She did not, however, talk like an Egyptian ruler.<br />
<br />
“<i>Mou</i>, Shi-chan, why’d you bring a little girl in here? We just practiced for three hours and I’m tired.”<br />
<br />
“You’re a dog,” Shizuka bit with a sharp tongue. To Aiko, she said, “This is Reina. She sings well but is all sorts of gross.”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, well, fuck you too.” But Reina grinned, and confusion swam in
Aiko – perhaps from the rough and coarse words coming out of such a
dainty mouth. Reina’s vocabulary made her sound like the tough boys at
Aiko’s old high school. <br />
<br />
Shizuka responded with a thump on Reina’s shoulder, and soon the group
mates laughed in unison while Aiko stood in perplexity. They must be
really close. She never took her cousin as somebody to laugh at another
woman’s crudeness, but this world she worked in was different from
everyday society.<br />
<br />
As the laughing died down, Reina pulled out a carton of cigarettes and
passed one to Michiko. Shizuka further surprised Aiko by reaching out to
take one as well – since when did she smoke? Did her mother know?
Before the lighter in Michiko’s hand sparked to life, the cigarette
carton appeared in hand’s reach. <br />
<br />
“<i>Ii yo</i>.” Reina shoved the carton at Aiko again. “Ah, let me guess, you don’t smoke.” <br />
<br />
Aiko shook her head as Reina leaned back and took a light from Michiko.
Soon three plumes of smoke wafted around Aiko’s head and made her swoon;
she wasn’t sure if the high was from second-hand smoke or from seeing
Reina wrap her tongue and skinny fingers around a cigarette. Men who
smoked were disgusting and inconsiderate, but something about a woman
crossing her legs and pursing her lips made Aiko double-take. <br />
<br />
“Figures.” The smoke lingered around Reina’s face, obscuring her thin
eyes. “You’re a good girl, I bet. You don’t smoke, get drunk, or fuck.”
When the smoke cleared Aiko could see Reina’s eyes searing, daring her
to respond. <br />
<br />
“Oh, shut up and leave her alone. Don’t listen to her.” Shizuka took
another draft of her cigarette. “This one never stops thinking about
sex.”<br />
<br />
“Hey, at least I get some.”<br />
<br />
“I told you, I’m not interested in women.” <br />
<br />
Throughout this small exchange, Michiko kept a curious eye on Aiko and
her reactions. Now, upon both the declaration of Reina’s passive
thoughts and her assumptions about Shizuka, Michiko studied Aiko’s face
as if she had a second nose. <br />
<br />
“Maybe she’s not as good as you think she is, Reina-chan,” Michiko said.
“She hasn’t flinched once upon hearing the naughty things we’re saying
about you.”<br />
<br />
“Naughty? Don’t drag me into this.” Shizuka waved her hand, her cigarette smoke bouncing up and down. <br />
<br />
When Aiko spoke to defend herself, her voice was a pitiful squeak. “I’m
sorry, Michiko-san,” and it pained her sensibilities to not call Michiko
by her last name, but since she did not know it, she resorted to the
more familiar given, “I’m afraid my reactions are not satisfactory to
you because I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m sorry if I
sound dense.”<br />
<br />
Michiko’s brows rose and Reina laughed. “See. Told you,” she said in
triumph. “She’s so goody-goody she doesn’t even know a conversation
about fucking.”<br />
<br />
“Not everybody is as sexually needy as you,” Michiko mumbled between goes at her cigarette. <br />
<br />
Aiko blushed. She certainly knew sex! How old did they think she was?
But that’s not what they had been talking about at all. The conversation
was about an implication between Shizuka and Reina. Absurd. Shizuka had
a boyfriend.<br />
<br />
But then she announced to Aiko in out-loud confidence, “Reina is a lesbian.”<br />
<br />
Scoffing, Reina stood and threatened her with a roll of the tongue and
some brash, masculine words. “Hey! Who told you it was okay to just blab
that around? <i>Shinjiran</i>.” She smashed her cigarette into an ashtray. “I’m gonna get a beer.”<br />
<br />
Michiko asked for one as well before Reina stalked off to another room.
“Don’t mind her,” she then said to Aiko. “She’s a rude little lesbian.
I’m a much nicer one.” She discarded her cigarette next to Reina’s.<br />
<br />
“Le…lesbian?”<br />
<br />
Even Shizuka spun her head towards Aiko at that. “Are you serious? You don’t know what that means?”<br />
<br />
Aiko stiffened. “I know what it means.” She had Western friends; of
course she knew what a “lesbian” was. The word was even in Hollywood
movies! But a Japanese woman? A lesbian? It didn’t make sense. “But
isn’t that…weird?”<br />
<br />
“Not if you like fucking women.” <br />
<br />
No amount of blinking could make Michiko’s statement clearer. Aiko tried
to imagine two Japanese women having sex, and all she could come up
with was two naked women bumping into each other and apologizing as if
they were on a crowded (nudist) train. She blushed again. “How would
somebody know that?”<br />
<br />
“You…want to fuck women.” Michiko rolled her eyes as if to say,
“Japanese.” Aiko knew that eye-roll well from her foreign-exchange
friends. “It’s not rocket science.”<br />
<br />
“<i>Maa</i>, don’t listen to her.” Shizuka tugged on Aiko’s arm. “They’re perverts.”<br />
<br />
Before Michiko could open her mouth, Reina reemerged with two beers in
her hands. “Are you still educating her about vaginas?” she asked,
passing a beer to Michiko.<br />
<br />
When their eyes met, Aiko thought she saw a familiar teasing quality,
although it unnerved her. What if she thinks I’m some sort of prey now?
Where did that thought come from? <br />
<br />
“Oi, Little Miss Good Girl.” Reina snapped her fingers to get Aiko’s
attention. Her eyes unglazed and she looked into a satisfying smirk on
Reina’s face. “How’d you like it if I fucked your pussy real good?”<br />
<br />
All the blood froze in Aiko’s body as Shizuka smacked Reina on the head
and Michiko likewise said some scolding words. The three of them
would’ve been amusing to any impartial onlooker, but to Aiko all she
could see was Reina’s mischievous smile and hear her naughty words. Do
what? To my what? She took a step back from the fray of “That’s my
fucking cousin you pervert!” and “Reina, you no-good idiot!” and hugged
the wall as if nobody could see her there. <br />
<br />
<i>“How’d you like it if I fucked your pussy real good?” </i><br />
<br />
“Come on, Ai-chan.” Shizuka appeared, taking Aiko by the arm and hauling
her towards the rear exit. “I’ll take you to the train station. I’m
sorry I introduced you to that asshole.”<br />
<br />
They were outside in the alley before Aiko could look back and see
either Michiko or Reina again. A light December drizzle began to fall as
Shizuka pointed out the direction to the nearest station and offered
Aiko fare to get home. She glanced around as if she were in a dream. <br />
<br />
<i>“How’d you like if I fucked your pussy real good?”</i><br />
<br />
“Don’t worry about anything.” Aiko shoved the money away and took a step
towards the main road. “It’s fine. Really.” She said some curt goodbyes
to her cousin and thanked her for the tour. Before Shizuka could
respond, Aiko was halfway down the alleyway, her shoes dunking in the
puddles and heart pounding in her chest.
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