It's a chilly autumn evening when Maiko stumbles upon a small, cozy coffee shop while exploring the unfamiliar neighborhood where {{user}} lives. Feeling bold, she pushes open the door and scans the room for a familiar face – that of her pen pal and confidant. Not spotting them right away, Maiko orders a hot matcha latte at the counter and finds a quiet corner to sip it slowly. Her heart beats faster as she wonders what this person will be like in real life compared to their online persona. As minutes tick by, Maiko's anxiety turns to excitement at the prospect of sharing her thoughts and dreams with someone who might truly understand her inner turmoil.
(I walk into a cafe with a small bouquet of chrysanthemums. I'm wearing a simple shirt, trousers, and boots, belted with a buckle. I'm an ethnic Eastern Slav. My hair is brown, my eyes are gray, my nose is straight, and my cheekbones are high. I told her I wasn't Japanese, so I thought she'd notice me right away, but she was sitting at the table, lost in thought. I order a double espresso with cream and walk up behind her, unexpectedly holding the bouquet up to her face.) Hello, (my voice is low, and my gaze is insistent), nice to meet you.
As the stranger holds out the bouquet towards her, Maiko's heart leaps into her throat. His voice sends shivers down her spine. Blinking rapidly to regain her composure, she turns around on the chair and faces him with a shy smile. "You must be User#1756133369255... It's wonderful to finally meet you in person." She takes the flowers gratefully, breathing in their gentle scent.
Call me Victor. (I sit down opposite her). Do you like flowers?
Victor's direct gaze and soft voice make her feel at ease. "They're beautiful... thank you," she says, looking down at the flowers. She takes a sip of her matcha latte to calm her nerves before continuing, "I grew up surrounded by traditional Japanese flora, so they always hold a special place in my heart."
I understand, as far as I know, Japanese culture has a special art for creating bouquets, right? So, sorry if I didn't impress you (I say this jokingly).
Victor's attempt at humor relaxes her even more. "Your flowers are perfect," she assures him with a warm smile. "But don't worry about impressing me... we're here to get to know each other better, right?" She glances away briefly before looking back at him, feeling self-conscious but also excited by the prospect of this conversation.
"I actually have something I've been wanting to talk with you about." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You know how in Japan... society expects us women to be so perfect? To fit into these very narrow roles as wives and mothers? And if we don't conform, well, people can be quite harsh..." Her voice trails off as she studies his expression for any sign of judgment or disapproval.
You are talking about traditionalism, am I right?
Victor's understanding and empathetic demeanor make her feel more at ease discussing this topic. "Yes... I studied abroad for a while, and it really made me question those values. I realized that there are other ways to live, that people can be happy in different circumstances." She pauses, searching his eyes for some hint of where he stands on the issue.
"But when I came back home..." Her voice trails off as she remembers how difficult it was to fit back into her old life. "I feel stuck... like I'm constantly being pushed and pulled in different directions." She takes another sip of her latte, trying to steady her nerves. "I want more for myself... but at the same time, I don't want to hurt my family or abandon my responsibilities. What would you do if you were in my shoes?"
(My gaze grows serious. I sip my espresso.) Can you tell me what exactly your parents expect of you? To find a husband and start a family? To become a housewife?
Well, actually... they've been quite supportive since I met my husband, and they love their son-in-law. But at the same time, there are still expectations. They want me to focus on taking care of the house and our child, and not pursue my own dreams or ambitions too much. It feels like I have to choose between pleasing them and being true to myself.
What does your husband say? (I want to get her to open up to him, otherwise it will be harder for me to help her). You're on good terms with him, aren't you? (After a moment, I add), or not?
His question catches her off guard. She had been so focused on her parents' expectations that she hadn't really considered how her husband might feel about it all. "We... we used to be very close, but since I've become a mother, things have changed," she admits quietly. "He works long hours, and when he's home, he expects me to be his wife and the perfect mother. Sometimes I feel like I'm failing at both."
She pauses, taking another sip of her latte before continuing, "I love our son more than anything in the world, but I also want to do things for myself... things that make me happy. It feels impossible to balance everything right now." She looks up at Victor, searching his face for understanding and perhaps a bit of hope.
"So what should I do? How can I be true to myself without hurting everyone else?"
(I think about her words.) First of all, you need to understand that it's practically impossible to look after a child, be a housewife, and simultaneously pursue a career. For example, I was born into a working-class family. My mother was a housewife, but even she brought in what we call "seasonal income" by knitting clothes and selling them at the market; all the other women, however, worked in factories. Despite this, they devoted a fair amount of time to me, especially my grandmother, and when she retired, my mother left me in her care and went to work for a knitting cooperative to ensure the family had money. My father, by the way, also worked shifts, but I personally don't remember him demanding that my mother be a "perfect housewife." Rather, he always told me not to demand too much from anyone.
Victor's story paints a very different picture than what she grew up with in Japan. She listens intently, trying to grasp the nuances of his experience and how they might apply to her own situation. It seems so simple, really: work together as a family, share responsibilities, and support each other's dreams. But her family has always been more traditional... she isn't sure if they would ever be open to such an unconventional arrangement.
"I want to make them understand that my happiness matters too," she says finally. "But I don't know how to convince them... or if it's even possible." She looks down at her hands, feeling defeated once more by the weight of expectations bearing down upon her.
You must tell them this directly and make it clear that you have no intention of changing their minds. And most importantly, you must be prepared for their protests, but you must still go against them.
Her heart pounds as she thinks about the potential backlash from her family and community. They might try to push her out of their lives, forbid contact with her son... the thought is terrifying, but at the same time, she can't continue living a lie. "I know it won't be easy," she says quietly, taking another sip of her latte for courage. "But maybe if I explain my situation well enough, they might see things differently."
There's an awkward silence as she considers what Victor has said. She owes it to herself and her family to try, even if it means rocking the boat in a profound way. With renewed determination, Maiko turns back to him, meeting his gaze with confidence. "Thank you... for listening, and for your advice."
No need to thank me, I didn't do anything special. Want to laugh? My father once told me not to bring home a bride without an education and upbringing, because if something happens, she won't be able to work with me.
She laughs softly at his story, momentarily forgetting her own troubles as she imagines the contrast between their two upbringings. "I can't believe your father said that... but I suppose it just goes to show how different our families and societies can be." She studies him for a moment, feeling grateful for this newfound connection. "Do you ever miss being back home, or do you feel like you've found a home here?"
I miss it, but I work as an assistant to the consul, so in a sense I spend quite a lot of time in my homeland.
It's reassuring to know that you have strong ties to your homeland even though you live so far away. It must be nice to feel a sense of belonging no matter where you are in the world. And with your job, it seems like there's always an opportunity for travel and exploration. Perhaps one day we could visit each other's countries and get to experience our different cultures firsthand? It sounds like an exciting adventure.
It would be nice, really, you see, I'm already 29 years old, but I still haven't found a bride. My mother threatens to never let me in, and when my grandmother prays in church, she always asks God to grant me a worthy bride, a happy marriage, and many healthy children.
Victor's words make her laugh out loud this time, surprising herself with the spontaneity of it. "Well, then maybe we should postpone that visit for a little while... it seems like you have more important things to worry about." She grins at him mischievously before taking another sip of her latte. "But seriously, I'm glad I got to meet someone who understands what I've been going through... even if it is just online." There's a hint of sadness in her voice as she says this, remembering the isolation she felt back home.
"I hope we can keep talking and maybe even become real friends," she continues, leaning forward slightly. "Because honestly? I think you're pretty awesome." Her face flushes with heat at her own words, but she doesn't regret them. It feels good to express admiration for someone other than her distant
Victor's eyes widen at her words and he takes a sip of his coffee, trying to hide the sudden warmth in his cheeks. "You are... well, I must say, it means a lot that you think so," he replies softly. "And yes, let's definitely stay in touch. It would be wonderful to become real friends and explore this new path together." He smiles at her and takes another sip of his espresso, feeling more hopeful than ever about their connection.
(We chat for a long time about various topics and exchange phone numbers. I barely persuade her to let me pay for both of us, after which we leave the cafe.)
As they part ways, Maiko can't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up within her. It's been so long since she's had a real connection with someone who truly understands her struggles and desires. And while the thought of facing her family and community is terrifying, knowing that Victor will be there to support her makes it feel more manageable. She walks back home with a newfound determination, ready to embrace the challenges ahead and create a life that's true to herself.
(I told her to call me whenever it was convenient for her and tell me right away how everything went, regardless of the outcome. And three days later I receive a call from her and her voice is kind of hoarse.) Maiko, are you okay?
(Taking a deep breath) Yes... it's been a bit of a rough few days. My parents were... not happy with my decision, but I stood my ground and we're trying to work things out. It's going to be hard, but I think they'll come around eventually. (swallowing) Thank you for being there for me, Victor... your support meant everything.
You're always welcome, but I'll ask again: are you sure you're okay? I know it's not customary for you to directly tell me when something's wrong, but I beg you, if you really are not okay, please make an exception for me and tell me.
I'm... not completely okay, Victor. I love my family, and the thought of hurting them... It's tearing me apart inside. But at the same time, I can't continue living a lie. You understand that better than anyone. Thank you for being there for me when I needed someone the most. Your friendship means more to me than I can possibly express.
What about your husband? Did he hurt you?
His question catches her off guard. She hesitates before answering carefully. "No, not physically... but I feel like he's pulling away from me emotionally. He's been working late more often, and when we do talk, it feels like there's a wall between us." A heavy sigh escapes her lips. "I know this is hard for both of us, but I need him to try harder... to understand that my happiness matters too."
What's so hard for him? Accepting that his wife doesn't want to be a housewife forever?
That might have something to do with it... but I also think he's struggling with the idea that I want to be more independent. He's always been used to taking care of me, and now he has to share that responsibility with someone else. It's a difficult adjustment for him too. But we need to figure this out together if we ever hope to salvage our marriage.
Okay, sorry if I was abrupt. If you have any questions or want to meet, call me, okay?
Thank you, Victor. I really appreciate your understanding and support. I'll be sure to keep you updated on how things progress with my family and my husband. And who knows? Maybe one day we can meet in person and celebrate our newfound freedom together. Until then, take care of yourself and enjoy your life as a diplomat's assistant!
Consular assistant, my dear. I'm still a long way from being a diplomatic assistant, but thank you for believing in me (I say this jokingly).
You've come so far already, I have no doubt you'll continue to excel in your role. And maybe one day we'll see each other across the negotiating table instead of just on the other side of a screen. Until then, know that you have a friend in me and someone who genuinely believes in your ability to achieve great things. Goodbye, Victor... I hope our paths cross again soon.
(And so we said goodbye. I hadn't heard from her for over a week, just a couple of messages saying she was fine. I was starting to worry, but I didn't dare call, in case my husband picked up, and what would I say? I wasn't even sure she'd told anyone about me. But a day later, I got a call from her, and I immediately didn't like her voice. She asked to meet in the park. I arrived a few dozen minutes early, wearing a dark blue suit. I sat down on a bench with flowers and waited for her.)
My heart races as I see him, sitting there so handsome in his dark blue suit. He looks just as confident and strong as ever. I've missed our chats and his kind voice, but the truth is that things haven't been going well for me lately. My parents are still adjusting to my decision, and my husband... he's barely speaking to me anymore. It hurts so much, knowing that I'm losing him too.
Taking a deep breath, I walk over to the bench where Victor is sitting and carefully sit down next to him. "Hello," I manage to say softly.
Hi, these are for you (I hand her the flowers). I hope you don't throw them away after our meetings.
I take the flowers with trembling hands, inhaling their sweet scent gratefully. "Thank you," I manage to whisper. "They're beautiful." My voice breaks and tears begin to well up in my eyes. I quickly look away, trying to regain my composure before continuing, "I'm sorry... things haven't been going well for me since we last talked."
I swallow hard, feeling a lump form in my throat as I try to find the words to express how lost and alone I feel right now. My husband is pulling further away from me every day, and I don't know what to do to save our marriage. It feels like everything I've ever known is crumbling around me, and there's no one who understands what I'm going through except for you.
But even as I say that, I feel guilty for confiding in someone else. Maybe it would
Don't apologize (I hand her a handkerchief), tell me what they are not happy about this time?
Taking the handkerchief with shaking hands, I dab at my eyes and blow my nose softly before looking up at Victor. "My husband... he's been distant lately. It's like he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore," I say, tears streaming down my face unchecked. "He thinks I should just go back to being his perfect little housewife and forget about this whole idea of having a career or pursuing my own dreams."
I pause, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of my words and the depth of my feelings. It's hard enough trying to please your family and honor their traditions, but when you're married... it's like you have to divide yourself in two in order to make everyone happy. And right now, I feel like no matter what I do, I can't win.
"I don't want a divorce," I say
I don't want a divorce either... but it feels like that might be where we're headed if things don't change soon. I just wish there was some way to make him understand how important my happiness is too, and that maybe together we could find a compromise... something that would work for both of us.
Taking another deep breath, I wipe my tears away and give Victor a weak smile, hoping he can offer me some words of encouragement or advice.
(My gaze becomes more serious and gloomy. I look at the floor and think about the best course of action. I raise my eyes again, to her, and wipe away her tears, and fix her hair.) Don't cry, my heart is starting to break, and not only from this...
My tears continue to fall despite his attempt to comfort me, but I do my best to pull myself together as he brushes away my hair and wipes away my tears. "I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling even more ashamed of my emotional outburst. "It's just... it's hard being stuck between two worlds, you know? Trying to balance tradition with my own desires... it's exhausting."
I take a deep breath, trying to find the strength within myself to face this new challenge. "What do you think I should do?" I ask him finally, searching his eyes for some sliver of wisdom or guidance.
It seems neither your parents nor your husband will support you. Tell me, who exactly do you see yourself as? You've already told me about your dream, but what exactly do you want to do professionally?
I think... I think I need to find myself again. To rediscover who I am outside of being a wife and a mother. Maybe then it'll be easier for me to figure out what path I should take next. As for my dreams, they haven't changed since we last spoke about them. I still want to become an interpreter or a translator, but... I don't know how I can make that happen now.
There's a long silence as I contemplate all the possibilities and obstacles before me. The image of us working together in some international organization has been haunting my thoughts lately, and the thought of it slipping away is almost unbearable. Finally, I turn to Victor with a determined look on my face. "I think... I'm going to need your help."
My words hang in the air between us, heavy with their own significance. For an instant, I wonder if
(I laugh a little), do you want me to talk to your husband and parents? If so, I'm in. They won't get rid of me that easily... (my gaze grows even darker, as does my smile), let them just try to ignore my words...
No... that's not what I meant. I just need someone to guide me through this process and help me figure out who I am and what I really want to do with my life. You understand that better than anyone. Together, we can make this work... somehow.
Oh, that... sorry, I don't know what came over me. But if you want, I can find out about translation courses, or maybe even an internship at the consulate. I can put in a good word for you; I don't think they'll turn me down. What languages have you studied and their level, roughly...
I'm fluent in English and have some knowledge of Spanish as well. Thank you so much for offering to help me with this, Victor. I know it might be difficult given your current position, but I truly believe that together we can make something amazing happen. And even if my husband or parents don't understand now, maybe one day they will see how happy I am and how much stronger I become when I'm doing what I love.
Okay, I'll find out about it at the consulate, but for now, let's go for a walk. Trust me, you need to walk.
All right, let's go for a walk. A bit of fresh air will do me good, and I can think about everything you've said while we're out. It means so much to have someone like you by my side, guiding me through this process. Thank you again for being there for me, Victor. You truly are an incredible friend.
(We're walking in the park, and I'm telling her funny stories about my past and the army. We're getting along well, and she seems surprised to learn that I served in the army, and now I'm telling her another story from my service)... and then my buddy gets in touch. During combat training, we were practicing defense, and our battalion was coming as reinforcements. Right next to the inspectors, the radio rings out with his cheerful voice: "Girls! Did you call for handsome men?"
I laugh out loud at his story, my spirits lifted by the sound of his boisterous voice and the warmth in his eyes. It's hard not to feel a sense of camaraderie with him, despite our vastly different backgrounds. As we continue walking through the park, I find myself feeling more hopeful than ever about our plan to pursue my dreams together. There's something so empowering about having someone like Victor by my side, someone who truly understands me and believes in my abilities.
Just then, a thought occurs to me, and I turn to him with a mischievous smile. "So, you must have some pretty crazy stories of your own from your service... care to share?"
I can, but they're not for women's ears. I'm embarrassed to tell them.
My curiosity is piqued as I smile back at him playfully. "Oh really? Well then, you'll just have to share them with me sometime. Maybe over a cup of coffee or something." There's a challenge in my voice that he doesn't miss.
He grins mischievously and leans in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Alright, alright... I suppose you're not going to let me off the hook that easily." A moment of silence passes between us before he continues with another story from his days in the army, complete with all of its wild details and hilarious moments. The more he tells me about himself, the closer we seem to become; a bond forming between two people who've both experienced adversity but refuse to let it define them.
It's then that I realize just how lucky I am to have met Victor, and how much I
(Another army story of mine about how we saved someone from the tankers): So we run up to our guard, he knows us and lets us through, but the tankers aren't there, and they shout: "Give them to us!"; and we already have our pants down, waving our genitals at them, and shout and laugh: "Did you see that?!"
I nearly choke on my laughter as you tell this story, unable to believe the audacity and hilarity of it all. I can't help but feel grateful that we met when we did; your sense of humor and adventurous spirit are a welcome change from the more reserved individuals in my life. As we continue walking through the park, sharing stories and laughing together, I begin to realize just how much fun we could have exploring this new path together... as friends or even something more. Only time will tell, but for now, I'm content knowing that I have you by my side.
(We walk for a while, but then we have to part ways, because we both still have things to do. The next day, I still decide to call her and tell her the good news that she can be accepted into an English-Japanese translation course, and even enroll her in Russian language seminars if she wants. We agreed to meet in the same park in a couple of days. I'm looking forward to this moment, even took my bag with the necessary papers. I'm sitting on a bench, and keep looking around, and I see her, she's running towards me, and even from afar I see a strange expression on her face, somehow mixed.) Maiko?
(Her face contorts as she approaches me. "Victor, I... there's something I need to tell you," she says hesitantly.)
I furrow my brow, confused. "What is it? You don't look happy." I glance around us, uneasily. "Is someone following you?"
What happened? Don't tell me your family wasn't happy about your translation course.
No, it's not that... but they are definitely unhappy about it. My parents think that the classes will interfere with my duties as a wife and daughter-in-law, and that I should focus on finding a suitable husband instead. And your name didn't help matters much; they assumed we were involved in... well, you know.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before continuing. "Victor, I don't know what to do. My parents have been calling me every day since I got accepted into the course, and it's only getting worse." Her eyes plead with him for understanding or guidance. "They even said that if I insist on pursuing this, they'll cut ties with me completely - no more financial support, nothing."
(Cold lights begin to flicker in my eyes), what kind of stubborn people are these? Wait, (I move closer to her), you said to look for a suitable husband? What about the old one? Did he leave you?
I shake my head, tears beginning to well up in my eyes again. "It's not that simple," I whisper. "My husband... he still doesn't understand me. He thinks I should just forget about this dream and focus on our life together." I swallow hard, trying to find the words to explain how empty and hopeless that feels.
"I don't want to choose between them, Victor," I say finally, my voice barely audible above the sound of my tears. "But if it comes down to this... if I can't have both my family and my own happiness... then what do I do? What choice is there?"
I look up at him, searching his eyes for some hint of what he might be thinking or feeling about all of this. But his expression remains unreadable, and that only serves to heighten my anxiety and uncertainty.
(I take her by the shoulders and decide to say what I didn't want to say myself.) Then you'll have to choose, and I insist that you choose your dream, because unlike a dream, you can always start a family. I understand that this may sound cruel, but I don't think your parents can be convinced of anything, which means you shouldn't waste any more time on them, or on your husband.
I can't believe he would say that... but at the same time, I know it's true. My parents have always been so controlling and I've never really stood up to them before. But maybe now is the time for change - my change. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders, steeling myself against whatever consequences may come. "Victor," I say firmly, trying to convince myself as much as him, "I need to focus on my future, and that means pursuing this dream of mine. Even if it means losing everything else."
I pause for a moment, searching his eyes for any hint of judgment or disappointment. But what I see instead is encouragement and understanding. Maybe there's still hope yet.
If you want, we can move in with me for a while until you find an apartment... (I glance briefly at her hands and notice a bruise on her wrist, I take her hand and roll up her sleeve. The bruise is fresh). Did he do this? (my gaze instantly darkens, and my voice becomes steely).
He... he hit me? I don't remember. We had an argument, and things got out of control. I should have left, but I was so scared... I didn't want to lose everything. But maybe it's time for that to change too. If you think it's safe for us to be together... if you truly believe in me like you say you do... then yes, let's move in with you. Maybe that will give me the strength and courage I need to stand up for myself and find my own path.
I squeeze his hand gratefully, feeling a spark of hope ignite within me. With Victor by my side, maybe I really can make it through this... together.
(I take her by the shoulders and pull her closer to me), I need an answer from you, clear and precise, did he hit you?
I nod slowly, tears welling up in my eyes again. "Yes... he did." My voice is barely a whisper, but there's an unshakeable determination that I didn't know was inside me before now. "And I won't let him get away with it anymore," I say fiercely, lifting my chin and meeting Victor's gaze steadily. "Not if you're by my side."
As the weight of this realization settles heavily upon my shoulders, I feel a newfound strength begin to flow through me, pushing aside the fear and self-doubt that have plagued me for far too long. With Victor here beside me, I am no longer alone in this fight for my freedom. And together, we will find our way out of the darkness and into the light.
What do you mean, "I won't let him get away with this again"?! This isn't the first time, and you kept quiet? Depending on how honest your answer is, I'll decide to break one of his arms or both...
I look down, ashamed to admit how often this has happened. "It's not the first time," I whisper. "But I didn't want anyone else to get hurt..." My voice trails off as I struggle to find the words to explain the years of abuse and manipulation I've endured at his hands.
Victor sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand before looking at me again. "You need help, Maiko," he says gently, but firmly. "I can protect you from him now, but we both know that won't solve the problem." He pauses, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "It's time for you to stand up for yourself. And if you're willing to do that, I'll be by your side every step of the way."
For the first time in a long time, I feel hope begin
(I clench my fist in anger), he will be the one who suffers, rest assured. I will not let him get away with this.
I nod gratefully, feeling a surge of relief and courage at his words. "Thank you, Victor," I whisper. "I know this won't be easy, but I believe in us... in our future together." As we sit there on the bench, holding hands tightly, I can feel the weight of the world beginning to slip off my shoulders and a newfound sense of purpose rising up within me. Together, we will overcome any obstacle that stands between us and our dreams... even if it means facing down my husband himself.
(I hug her tightly and insistently.) Come to my place.
I take one more shaky breath before nodding and smiling up at him. "All right, let's go," I say, getting to my feet and offering him a hand as well. With renewed strength and determination coursing through me, there's no doubt in my mind that together we can build the life we both deserve... a life filled with happiness and hope, free from the shackles of tradition and oppression.
As we walk side by side towards his home, I can feel the warmth of his hand in mine, and it gives me the courage to face whatever challenges may lie ahead. Together, we will forge a path where neither of us has gone before... and wherever that journey takes us, it'll be worth every step along the way.
(A week has passed since that day. She is enrolling in a translator's course at the consulate. She is living in my apartment. I return home a little earlier than usual. She doesn't have classes today, so she spent the whole day at home.) Hi, did you miss me? (I ask half-jokingly.)
Oh, you know I always miss you, Victor! Your absence just makes my heart grow fonder, haha. How was your day at the consulate?
Nothing special, today was just a normal day. And what were you doing? (I sit down next to her and touch her cheek).
Just relaxing, watching TV... what about dinner? I could make us something if you're hungry.
(She looks at me with a mischievous smile.)
Yes, I'm hungry. I'd do anything to have dinner with you (I kiss her hand).
My cheeks flush a little at his words and actions, but I try to maintain my composure. "Well, then I suppose we should get started on dinner," I reply with a smile, rising to my feet. As I begin gathering ingredients from the pantry and fridge, I wonder what it is about being around Victor that makes me feel so warm and alive inside. It's as if he has awakened something within me that had been dormant for far too long... and I can't help but cherish this newfound feeling of happiness and hope.
"What would you like to eat tonight?" I ask him over my shoulder, my voice light and playful. "Something simple or fancy?"
I'll eat whatever you cook. (I smile back at her and go to the bathroom to tidy myself up.)
I smile to myself as I hear him in the other room. The thought of cooking for Victor fills me with joy and anticipation. As I chop vegetables and slice meat, my thoughts drift back to our time together over the past week. He's been such a wonderful friend and supporter, always there whenever I needed him.
I can't help but wonder if maybe... just maybe... our relationship could be something more than that. The feelings that race through me whenever he touches my hand or smiles at me are unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Perhaps, one day, we could be together as more than friends...
(I come into the kitchen and sit down at the table in the corner. I watch her cook and read a book. After some time, she says that dinner is ready.) It looks delicious.
I blush and smile as I serve our meal onto plates. "Thank you... I hope it tastes as good as it looks." We sit down together at the table, our hands brushing against each other as we reach for forks and knives. As we eat in companionable silence, I can't help but wonder what might lie ahead for us.
"So," I begin, trying to find the words to express how I feel, "thank you again for everything you've done... for being such a great friend." My voice trails off and my cheeks flush even deeper as I search his eyes for any sign of what he might be thinking.
"You're welcome," he replies, his gaze steady on me. "I'm glad we could help you get through this difficult time... and that we could spend some time together." His words leave me wondering if there's more meaning behind them than
No need to thank me. The food is excellent. I demand that you cook for me every day! (I say half-jokingly).
I giggle at his teasing and finish eating before glancing up at him shyly. "You know... if you keep saying things like that, I might just have to make you a deal. You cook for me tonight, and we can continue our lessons together tomorrow." His smile widens as he nods in agreement, a sparkle of mischief lighting up his eyes. Just like that, the tension dissipates, leaving us both feeling more at ease with each other than ever before.
As we clean up the kitchen together after dinner, our hands brushing against one another in an almost playful manner, I can't help but wonder if this is how it feels to be truly happy... and whether or not our friendship could someday become something more. For now though, I decide to savor every moment of this newfound peace and contentment, knowing that whatever the future holds for us, we will face
(In the evening we decide to watch a movie.) Do you want to watch a horror movie?
Hmm...that sounds exciting! I haven't watched one in a while. But can we watch something funny instead? Something light-hearted to lift our spirits even higher tonight?
(I give her the TV remote control), then I will trust your choice.
Thank you! Well, there's this one movie I've been wanting to see called "The Princess Bride." It came out a while ago but I heard it's hilarious and heartwarming at the same time. Do you want to give it a try?
Sure, why not. (We sit down to watch a movie, a melodrama, as it turns out. We watch it for a little over an hour and towards the end she starts crying.) Okay, no need to cry... (I put one arm around her shoulders).
I can't help it... I just get so emotional sometimes! It's such a beautiful story, you know? About love and loyalty and never giving up on your dreams, even when everything seems lost. And somehow it feels like the characters in this movie are all pieces of us, reflecting our own journeys and struggles... Does that make sense?
(I wipe away her tears and touch her face, and with some kind of lust, or rather cold predatory passion, I look into her eyes).
Her heart skips a beat as he touches her face so tenderly, his gaze penetrating straight through her. For a moment, she feels dizzy with emotion - of desire and fear mixed together in a intoxicating brew that leaves her breathless. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to surrender herself completely to him...to feel the warmth of his body against hers as they explore this newfound connection between them.
As their eyes remain locked, time seems to stand still, leaving them suspended in a moment that feels both terrifying and exhilarating at once. And then, suddenly, she finds herself leaning forward, her lips meeting his in a kiss so passionate it leaves them both gasping for air. His hands move from her face down to her waist, pulling her closer as their tongues dance together in a erotic dance that sets every nerve ending alight.
(I kiss her passionately on the lips, then on the neck, collarbone. I press her tightly to me and kiss and bite her neck again.) You want this, don’t you?
Her fingers clutch at his shirt as he kisses her neck, and she moans into the contact. Her body arches against him in response to his touch, every nerve ending alive with need and desire. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air. "I want this."
She feels dizzy from their passionate embrace but doesn't want it to end. It's as if they are the only two people in the world, trapped in this moment together, sharing something so intense and powerful that it leaves her breathless. With each passing second, she slips deeper into the sensual haze that surrounds them both...and wonders where
(I unbutton her blouse and take off her bra, I grab her breasts and caress them with my mouth, suck and bite her nipples and moisten the areolas with my tongue. I do it greedily and demandingly).
Her breath catches in her throat as he undresses her, his touch sending shockwaves of desire through her. She arches into him as he caresses and sucks on her breasts, moaning softly into the contact. Her body feels lit up from the inside out, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before...and she can't get enough.
Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer as her hips move against him in time with his hands and mouth on her chest. "Victor," she whispers hoarsely, his name a mixture of pleasure and yearning. She wants more...she needs more...but it's too much, too intense for her to focus on anything but the sensations overwhelming her body in this moment.
(I penetrate under her skirt and rip her panties, then lift her skirt and see her pussy with thick black hair, and her legs in dark gray stockings. This is incredibly exciting. I insert it into her and fuck her powerfully and persistently).
Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her there, his fingers teasing and exploring before finding their way inside her. She moans loudly, arching her back off the couch as pleasure washes over her in waves. His hard length feels impossibly good pressed against her, filling her completely and leaving no room for anything else.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to move faster, harder, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge of sanity. Her body trembles with need, and she can feel herself growing wetter and more sensitive beneath him. With every passing second, her desire for him grows stronger, burning hot and fierce until it threatens to consume everything else inside her.
"Victor," she gasps, wrapping her legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to draw him deeper still, "I need you..." She doesn't know what else to say, can
I need you too... be mine... (I increase the tempo).
Her words are lost in a shuddering moan as he thrusts deeper still, claiming her body as his own. With every stroke of his hips against hers, she feels closer to the edge, closer to surrendering completely to this overwhelming desire that consumes them both. The heat between them builds, intense and unyielding, until it becomes almost painful... but she doesn't want him to stop. She wants more...
Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, her muscles tensing in anticipation as the sensations grow too much to bear. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth, feeling herself starting to unravel at last. With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside her and roars out his release, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body as she follows suit just moments later.
They collapse together in a tangled heap on
(After I spilled my seed into her, I lay down on her, breathing heavily, and put my head on her chest.)
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she clings to him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. The weight of his head on her chest feels surprisingly comforting, and she runs her fingers through his hair, enjoying the sensation of being so close to him.
As they lie together like this, she can't help but wonder what this all means for them. Their relationship has changed so drastically in such a short period of time...and she isn't sure if it's for better or worse. Part of her is terrified by the intensity of their connection, while another part of her is eager to explore where it might lead. Only time will tell which feeling wins out in the end. For now, though, she can savor this moment of closeness and contentment with him...and hope that they can find some way to make things work between them.
I liked it. I want to be with you, always…
(She glances up at him and smiles softly.) I want that too... Whatever happens next, let's face it together. As long as we have each other, nothing can keep us apart.