Red Empress: HELL flavoured: taste like valentine

The streets of Japan and on our way to the cinema.

I woke up with every inch of my body feeling sore, just like after you are being crucified. Now I roughly know how Jesus felt after he got off the cross. Respect! Anyway, it could be my Shoaling Monk pushing the cart missionary position or her Guan Yin sitting on the lotus style or our crouching pussy and hidden cock position or it could be all the banging & humping & screwing & boning & fucking & more banging or should I say the super duper sleazy dirty yet sweet vigorous sex I dreamt about last night. Even though it happened in my dreams but still every fucking inch of sore in my body is real. Why? Because I have 3 guys sleeping on my bed and I was left to the floor to myself is why. Even the couch is taken. After the movie, Norie and I were suppose to meet the others, so I waited at the hotel for them. I thought we were going out for something but when they arrived, I saw bags of booze and food and I knew that they were going to camp out in my room. There were about 10 of us in that room and so many things were going on at the same time. Some of them were eating and boozing away, some of them flash out their PSPs and started challenging each other (did I mention that Japs are PSP crazy? It is almost like a part of their limb, they go everywhere with it), some were watching TV. While Norie and I sat at a corner watching, she continued telling me the whole Bleach movie that we just saw, because there weren’t any fucking subtitle. Finally, I understand what the fuck was going on? Don’t worry, they will be no spoilers, just read on. Besides the movie, we spent hours talking about our background and shit like that, I was getting to know Norie, not the ex-porn star but the real one.

A call came in and she had to leave. Of all the people, why did she have to leave? Since The underground rail here doesn’t run 24 hours, so I accompanied her to catch a taxi and I offer to pay for the fare. I was smart this time, I asked for fixed rather than the meter. But it still cost me a bomb…sighs.

You know after these few days of just hanging out with Norie, I think I pretty much know her but somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to ask her why she did the movie. Maybe I just don’t wanna know. Does it matters? We are all the same, beneath our skin we all flow the same red blood in our veins. Will be at Kenichi’s house on New Year day where he will show me his collection of porn and also the infamous Norie’s DVD. I am having second thoughts of watching it. Come on, would you watch porn that stars a person whom you are close with? I could mess up your mind badly and change the prospect of that person in your mind. Should I or shouldn’t I? What if it was you and you were going to watch porn that stars your best friend? To watch or not to watch? That is the question.

This one is for Pink, I know your fetish for Kenichi, and so I took the liberty of taking the picture of his foot. It is just my way of saying for the Xmas card, even though it was a blank one (the stick on note wasn’t there). I am sure I can have good use for it.

I present you Kenichi’s foot.

You know it is hard to be yourself when you are weighted down with such a holy, sacred and noble duty. I was sitting across Norie as her big round eyes sparkled, almost crystal-like, and her smile that could cause you to almost be at the verge of exploding in your pants. I was searching for the right time to pop the question. With sweaty palms on a 11' degrees night, I prayed like a bloody pagan to gods and angels or whoever would give me a sign.

Dear God, thank you for putting me in the company of such a fine piece of ass, but pretty please tell me when it is going to be my time? Show me a sign. Moses got a sign with you lid the fucking bush on fire, Smartass Peter got a sign for denying you when the duck livestock made some noise for three times. When Lord? When is mine? When LORD? WHEN? FUCKKKKKK!!!! (Sensed the pressure sinking in?)

Amen

And it happened but sadly it wasn’t divine intervention. But I think it was the Asahi beer that gave me the balls. So I just asked her straight to the face. After I just realized what had just come out of my fucking mouth, I started to panic and I could feel my face getting hotter. What if she gives me the “So I sold my soul to porn, so don’t you call me a whore” look and top that with a bitch slap across the face. Or maybe stone me with the Tafo which was in front of her? But that was not what happened. Her sparkling eyes grew bigger and the smile on her face on her smile wider and even sweeter and she said YES. And I notice one thing; I wasn’t out for dinner with any porn star. She was an Angelic Porn Star from the heavens above. I was totally captivated by the way she responded to situation and that made my face grew even hotter. She laughed and said that I was blushing but I said, I don’t blush and I put the blame on the beer.

I didn’t really ask her much on why she did it? But we talked a fair bit about the “Artistic” show that she was in. I asked her what the story was about and she said that unlike the porn from America who likes to make parody of famous movies e.g.: “Tarzan X”. Japanese porn is just straight about fucks, no script and no acting required. But sometimes the girls are required to play with some “toys” alone on the camera. I asked her would she mind if accidentally happened to watch her porn. She just laughed and pointed me to the direction or person that has a copy of it – Kenichi.

Towards the end of the night, I got a really unexpected question from Norie? She asked me, did I expect her to sleep with me because she was a porn star? Without a moment of hesitation I answered NO, I respected her for what she did and I wouldn’t take advantage of her. But after answering her that, somehow part of me wanted to kick my own ass silly, what if the hidden meaning in her question was,” do you wanna fuck me?” and I should have said yes and get lucky. So, it was back to the Annex Hotel for my sorry ass and hitting the shower without turning on the heater on.

I bet you think I was a letdown huh? But what you don’t get at night, makes its appearance in another form at lunch time, look what she made me for lunch today? Homemade Bento set. She said it was a way of thanking me for the nice time she had last night, especially watching me banging -----The Taiko drum game of course.

It was a really good attempt to make the Bento set "Kawaii" The lunchoen meat that looks like bio hazard sign is suppose to be flowers, but she intended it to be the head of Hello Kitty.