Page 122 of Serenity
Her arms cloaked my head as she rode me. Heat formed from the friction as she ground her hips into me. She pressed her pretty titties into my face while I tried to stroke her to a different place. Wrapped in my arms, she came hard and cried even harder. Bittersweet, it was, as passion took over, but as she exploded, she cried a dozen more tears. Tears I thumbed and lapped away while promising our shit would be okay. She held me tight while begging me to make it right in our world.
I would.
Already, five teams of cybersecurity companies had been swiping the internet of all traces of our tape. From the start of its distribution across the web, they’d been working to not only remove it but also retrace the footsteps of all parties responsible for sharing it.
“Anything, baby. I’ll do anything and everything to make it go away.”
As I spoke, people were being tracked down and notified of lawsuits and possible criminal time for resharing our content.
As the tears raced down her face, I thumbed them away. I stroked her tongue against mine. Stroked her walls. Stroked her nipples with the bumble bee nipple rings. My hands were wild, caressing and touching every inch of her body she’d granted me access. My tongue was even wilder, trying to touch every inch of her body.
Anguished, amorous, and passionate, she gave it over to me. Her saturnine mood. Her intensity. Her melancholy. I relished it all, drinking from her fountain of honey.
Gently, I sucked her clit, sliding my fingers inside and summoning more pleasure from her G-spot. My tongue was slow and calm with the slightest bit of aggression against her pearl. Again, she came, squirting and making a mess of my face.
“We’ll get past this, Queen Bee.” Holding her close while absently stroking her back, I made the vow.
“You promise?”
“Trust me.”
DAYS IN THE EAST
Wasting no time, the following morning, we were on a flight to Japan.
Nestled between a breathtaking mountainscape was the quaint and slow town of Naraijuku. The small town connected Tokyo and Osaka. We were close enough to the city not to miss it but far enough to enjoy stillness. Stillness. No noise. No bright lights. No endless social media scrolling. None of that bullshit that kept our tension on high.
The way Serenity relaxed was nearly visible when we arrived. It reminded me of how we were months ago. Life and color had been restored to her cocoa skin. Her comfort and tranquil state further confirmed that we’d made the right decision.
For four days, we stayed in a Minka, a traditional Japanese dwelling with sliding doors and tables sporting seats on the floor. Flanked by a massive lake and cherry blossoms, it was the picturesque manifestation of splendor, second only to Serenity.
The way her heart eased, the way she smiled, the way she romanticized nearly every moment was a fucking treat.
The sway of a wind chime, the touch of sun against a burning bush plant, the solitude of the stretch of road in Naraijuku. All of it, she romanticized. I may have been biased per current events, but our days in the East looked good on her. Japan looked good on her. Peace looked divine on her. She wore it exceptionally well. Watching her propel headfirst into that softness was a fucking enthralling occurrence.
The 400-year-old samurai village featured stunning Japanese shops in ancient architecture. We took in the scenery both in silence and in stride, walking across a small arched bridge covered in cherry blossoms. A pond beneath featured a school of koi, which she stopped to admire.
Though it wasn’t required due to visible representation, I was still eager to know her level of comfort. Breaking the silence, I asked, “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“I am. Thank you for bringing me on this trip.” With both hands, she rubbed through my beard, forcing my eyes closed. I loved it when she did that shit. “This was very thoughtful. The city is beautiful.”
“As are you.”
Bee wanted to dress in a kimono, so we found a dress shop that offered yukata kimono rentals. The summery garment was light and unlike the traditional, more formal kimonos intended for formal events.
She dragged my ass to a tea ceremony and made me play photographer as well. Snapping a myriad of photos, she uploaded several to social media. Not once did she address the scandal we’d run from. To the rest of the world, she showed us together and unbothered despite what we both may have felt.
On day five, we packed our belongings and took the scenic train ride to the prefecture of Tochigi. Bamboo forests in Tochigi, Japan, were flanked by a small creek. The quiet walk through the unique forestry was all we needed that first day. The quiet. The stillness. It forced the chaos in our heads to subside. It forced us to be present in the moment while we had it. Of all the places we’d visited in the past year, our trip to Japan had been the most beneficial to our mental states.
Tension was dissipating day by day from her shoulders. From my shoulders. Tension, worry, and restlessness. All were being replaced by weightlessness.
A visit to Kegon Falls on day two in Tochigi left us speechless. Biking under the sunset was filled with child-like laughter. Lavender wisterias at Ashikaga Flower Park made Bee’s eyes bloom with sweetness. At night, the park illuminated, making it one of the top winter destinations.
That evening, hot udon warmed our bellies and Sake concluded our evening. A surplus of quiet and leisurely moments carried us. A surplus of peace. Never had I realized how necessary the trip would be to my mental well-being as it was to hers. Serene and calm looked good as fuck on me too. Wanderlust guided us on the adventure. It was all we needed for the time being.
We ate like the Japanese. Our daily breakfast consisted of porridge or steamed rice, miso soup, and fish. We drank like them too. Green tea for breakfast and dinner. Sake with every dinner, for sure. Between the both of us, we lost nearly five pounds during our stay.
We were no longer an oil tycoon and luxury spa owner. We were Bumble Bee and The Duke.