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The plane touched down hard at Tokyo International Airport at half past midnight, and the jolt woke Jeneda, who had been sleeping for the past two hours.

It took her a few moments to figure out what was going on, but as she glanced out of the small airplane window, she realized that they’d arrived at their destination. Her attention then drifted to Dane, who was gazing lovingly at her face.

“Welcome to Japan, honey.” He gently kissed her lips, then affectionately swiped his thumb against the corner of her mouth. “You got a little drool, there, sweetheart.”

She gave an amused snort. “Shut up, I do not.”

“Uh yeah, actually you do.” He wiped away the last bit of saliva that had trickled out of the side of her mouth before saying, “Not to worry, I find it incredibly cute.”

She smiled, then folded up the blanket that she’d been snuggling beneath. “I don’t know what I’m craving the most. A warm bed, or hot food.”

“My vote is for the warm bed. We can always eat when we wake up.”

She stretched and yawned widely before saying, “Good point.”

Once the plane reached the gate and came to halt, they collected their carry-on bags, then filed off the aircraft and headed straight for baggage claim. After taking the escalator down to the lower level, they weaved their way past hordes of milling people.

They linked hands as they went along so that they wouldn’t get separated, and after bumping shoulders and nudging their way past countless travelers, they finally reached the baggage carousel.

Due to the overabundance of bodies, the heat in the baggage claim area was stifling, and the scent of sweat and stale cologne hung heavy in the air. It took nearly an hour before they spotted their luggage on the carousel, and after quickly gathering it up, they made their way past the automatic doors and outside to the drop-off area.

The sound of honking horns and the scent of exhaust accompanied them as they fought their way through the bumper-to-bumper traffic that clogged the curbside area, and after making their way to a taxi stand, they hailed a cab.

Once their luggage was in the trunk, they climbed into the backseat and gave the address, then settled back and enjoyed the ride. Jeneda was so exhausted that she was tempted to fall asleep, but the excitement of being in a foreign country kept her from indulging in a nap. As the white-gloved driver guided the cab along the streets of Tokyo, she gazed out at the passing view.

The first thing that struck her were the neon bright colors, and the cluster of brightly lit, towering skyscrapers. Oversized billboards advertising everything from anime characters to the latest J-pop bands loomed high above the congested streets, and an abundance of messy overhead power lines only added to the frenetic pace.

Everywhere she looked, there were screamingly bright colors, and as she gazed out at the neverending throng of city-dwellers, she noticed there were a large number of trendy teens and stylishly dressed twenty-somethings who seemed to perfectly complement their flashy surroundings.

The sheer number of people that walked the streets was a bit overwhelming, and yet at the same time, she felt a deep sense of excitement at the hyperactivity of the Japanese city.

Tokyo had always been at the top of her must-see places to visit, and she’d watched countless documentaries about the fast-paced city throughout the years, but actually seeing it in person far surpassed anything she could have ever imagined.

Tokyo was a fuel-injected adrenaline rush of cutting edge modernity, and as the taxi continued its path along the streets of the futuristic-looking metropolis, Jeneda found herself overtaken with unbridled excitement. So engrossed by the neon-drenched city, she didn’t even realize that Dane was closely studying her reaction.

“You look like a kid on Christmas morning.”

She shifted her gaze to him and said, “I almost don’t know where to look. It’s a bit overwhelming, to be quite honest.”

A light smile crossed his lips. “Tokyo is made up of twenty-three wards. This particular one we’re passing through right now is called Shinjuku.”

“What about Harajuku?” She asked. “Which ward is that located in?”

“Shibuya. It’s only a twenty minute walk from here.”

Jeneda’s attention was drawn back to the window just in time to see several large billboards that were plastered with scantily clad women, and as the cab traveled a few more blocks, she noticed a number of girls standing outside of brightly lit bars with exotic names such as The Sky High Club, and The Lotus Penthouse.

Some of the women, who were dressed in long prom dresses and clear heels, handed out flyers to the men who passed by, while others engaged in flirtatious chit-chat to try and lure clients in. Thoroughly fascinated, Jeneda unabashedly türkçe bahis stared out of the window as the cab drove by each of the adult establishments.

“So I guess this is the red-light district,” she said to Dane.

“Yep. This area we’re driving through is known as Kabukicho. It’s full of host and hostess bars, strip clubs and also love hotels.”

“I see.” She gazed out at the gaudy flashing signs before asking, “And just how exactly do you know all of this?”

He lightly chuckled. “I spent a year in Japan after graduating high school, remember?”

“Yes, I remember. But I’m still curious to hear how you know so much about this particular part of the city.”

“I’ve been to Japan twice since my trip as a teenager, so naturally I know a little about each of the individual wards.”

“Mmmm, I see.” She side-eyed him playfully before gazing back out of the taxi window.

“The Yakuza are known to hang out in this district,” Dane said. “The police call them boryokudan, which translates as “violence group”. But the Yakuza refer to themselves as ninkyo dantai. English translation is, “chivalrous organizations.”

“Interesting,” Jeneda said. “So the Yakuza are basically Japanese gangsters that wear full body tattoos, right?”

“Many of them have full body tattoos, but not all.”

“I hear they get a tattoo for every person that they kill.”

“That’s just an urban legend. The tattoos are a sign of dedication, a rite of passage to display their manhood and to carry on a long standing tradition.”

For the next few minutes, they engaged in light conversation, but as the motion of the car and the long plane journey caught up with Jeneda, she fell asleep. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of Dane softly calling out to her that she awoke, and as she sleepily glanced out at the view beyond the taxicab window, she realized that they were parked on a quiet residential street.

She was jetlagged and slightly disoriented, so it took some assistance from Dane to help her out of the car. While she stood at the curb, Dane retrieved their luggage from the trunk, and after exchanging some words in Japanese with the cab driver, he retrieved some bills from his pocket and paid the fare.

Dane carried the bulk of their luggage toward a well-maintained apartment complex, and after trudging up three flights of stairs, he led Jeneda to a door located at the very end of a hallway. He retrieved a key from his pocket, and after unlocking the door, he allowed Jeneda to enter the apartment first.

As Jeneda stepped into the small entryway, she set her tote bag on the floor and gave a weary sigh. Then she slipped out of her floral print ballet flats and positioned them so that the toes of her shoes were facing the door. Dane watched her with a surprised expression, and as his gaze locked with hers, he spoke.

“You remembered to take off your shoes.” A faint smile curled his lips. “Bonus points if you can tell me what this particular part of the apartment is called.”

“Genkan.”

“Very good,” he proudly said, and he bent down to give her a peck on the lips.

Now barefoot and ready to walk further into the apartment, they headed into the living room. Small, but cozy, the sitting area consisted of a bookcase, small TV, and a low, wooden table that was surrounded by pillows.

A Japanese-style partition served as a moveable dividing wall, and as Dane slid it back to reveal a minimalist bedroom, Jeneda walked forward to have a closer look.

Instead of a traditional bed, there was a mattress wide enough for two to comfortably sleep on. Placed low to the ground and set on a wooden platform, the mattress was covered with a black duvet and dark gray pillows.

A simple, yet colorful painting of a cherry blossom adorned the wall that was behind the bed, and rice paper lanterns hung from the ceiling, giving the room a soft, warm glow.

Mats that were woven from straw surrounded the low-lying platform bed, and a black lacquered dresser was positioned against a wall that was directly across from a closet.

“This is nice,” Jeneda said. “I really like it.”

“Good, I’m glad.” Dane gave her a pleased smile before adding, “When I saw this apartment online, I knew It’d be perfect for us.”

“Yeah, It’s nice and cozy. And I love this low platform bed.” She sat down on the mattress to test it out. “It’s nice and firm, just how I like it.”

“Good to know,” Dane said. “Because we’ll be spending a lot of time in it.”

“That mind of yours, it doesn’t ever stop, does it?” She rose up off the bed, then lifted her gaze so that it locked with Dane’s. “Just out of curiosity, how often do you think about sex?”

“Probably as often as you. I think we’re pretty equally matched when it comes to thoughts of an erotic nature.”

Her lips tugged upwards, and with Dane trailing behind her, she headed out of the bathroom and down a short hallway. It only took a few steps before they reached the bathroom, and as Jeneda stepped iddaa siteleri inside to check it out, she found herself surprised by how compact it was.

Just like the rest of the apartment, it was exceptionally clean, but so small that a person would barely have enough room to turn around without tripping into the bathtub.

The toilet, which was an electronic bidet, had armrests with buttons on it, and as Jeneda leaned in to have a closer look, she noticed that one of the buttons had a picture of a lady on it.

“What’s this one for?” She asked while pointing out the button.

“Feminine wash. And the two buttons right next to it are for drying and deodorizing.

“Fancy,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to use the bathroom before.”

A small chuckle passed his lips, and with him leading the way, they headed down the hall to the kitchen. The first thing Jeneda noticed was how small the refrigerator was, and as she opened it up to have a look inside, she came to the conclusion that it would probably only hold two days worth of food, and a handful of individually sized beverages at the most.

Instead of a stove, there were two burners built into the countertop next to a sink, and along with a toaster oven, there was also a rice cooker. Tucked just behind the kitchen was a clothes washer, but as far as Jeneda could see, there wasn’t an appliance to dry garments.

“Where’s the clothes dryer?” She asked.

“Most Japanese homes don’t have clothes dryers. People hang their clothes out on the balcony.”

“Oh, okay.” It was no big deal to her, so she left it at that.

“So, what do you think of the apartment?” Dane asked. “Think you’ll be comfortable here for the next month?”

“Most definitely.” She opened her mouth in a wide yawn, and with a sleepy little murmur, she leaned up against Dane.

“We better get you into bed.” He looped his arms around her, then tenderly kissed her on the forehead before adding, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

Jeneda couldn’t have agreed any more, and with Dane walking beside her, they made their way to the bedroom. She was so exhausted from the eleven hour plane ride that she was tempted to just curl under the covers and fall fast asleep.

But she’d undoubtedly picked up airplane cooties en route to Japan, and the last thing she wanted was to dirty the crisp looking sheets that covered the low platform bed.

She stripped out of her clothing, and after placing it into a hamper on top of the washer, she went into the bathroom and took a shower. Along with her body, she also washed her hair and face, and after drying off, she brushed her teeth.

She exited the bathroom feeling wonderfully refreshed, and as she entered the bedroom, Dane let out an appreciative noise at the sight of her nude body.

“Not tonight, sweetie.” Jeneda collapsed onto the bed, and after snuggling beneath the covers, she emitted a weary sigh. “I’m way too exhausted to even think about having sex right now.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ravish you.” He walked over to the bed, and upon reaching her side, kneeled down so that he could give her a gentle kiss. “I know you’re exhausted, so I’ll let you rest.”

She barely took note of him whispering goodnight, and as the haze of unconsciousness beckoned, she fell into a deep sleep.

* * * *

It was three in the afternoon when Jeneda finally stirred awake, and as her eyes fluttered open, the first thing they focused on were the paper lanterns hanging above the bed. A faint sliver of light filtered in between the curtains, and as she shifted her gaze to the digital clock beside the bed, she was surprised to find that it was late afternoon.

If not for the feel of Dane’s fingers running through her hair, she would have guessed that he was still asleep, but as she rolled over onto her side, she saw that he was very awake.

“Morning, honey,” he said.

“Good morning.”

He leaned in to brush his soft mouth against hers, then claimed her lips in a kiss that was slow and soft, but deliciously hot and sensual. By the time it was over, she was left a little breathless, and stared into his eyes with an expression of complete adoration.

“Sleep well?” He asked.

She nodded. “Maybe a little too well. I’ve been out for twelve whole hours.”

“You needed it,” he said before quickly adding, “We both did. Japan is a long way from San Francisco, so It’s only natural that we were so jetlagged.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Dane’s attention shifted from her eyes to her hair, and with his hands still laced in her locks, he said, “Your hair, It’s all curly.”

“Yeah, I know. I should have blown it out after washing it last night, but I was too exhausted to do anything except collapse in bed.”

“No, I like it.” He twined one of her shoulder length curls around his finger before allowing it to spring free. “You should wear it like this more often.”

“If you like it that much, then deneme bonusu veren siteler maybe I will.” She contentedly sighed at the sensation of his fingers in her hair, and as she stared into his eyes, he gazed right back with equal affection.

“I was thinking we could go out and get something to eat, and then explore the city,” he said.

“Sounds like a great idea. We haven’t eaten for seventeen hours, so It’d probably be a good idea if we got some food in our stomachs.”

“Any suggestions as to what we should eat?”

“Well we are in Japan, so I was thinking either ramen or sushi,” she said. “What are you in the mood for?”

“You.” He slid his hand beneath the covers, then grazed his palm along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not on the menu until later tonight, so I’m afraid that food will have to suffice until then.” She gave him a peck on the lips, then slipped out from beneath the covers and went over to her suitcase and unzipped it.

It took her a few moments to realize that Dane was still laying motionless in bed, and as she glanced over her shoulder at him, she saw that his attention was intently focused on her.

“Aren’t you getting out of bed?” She asked.

“In a minute, I’m just enjoying the view of you bent over that suitcase.”

She playfully threw a pair of balled up socks at him. “Come on…get up and dressed.”

Dane heeded her request, and after changing into a black button-up shirt and a pair of dark gray jeans, he completed his look with one of his customary blazers. He then headed to the bathroom, and after brushing his teeth and washing his face, he rejoined Jeneda in the bedroom.

Now fully dressed, she was wearing a fitted v-neck sweater, a pair of skin tight jeans, and a short leather jacket that fit her like a glove. To complete the look, she was planning on wearing a pair of long black boots, but since they were her outdoor shoes, she would have to wait until they reached the entryway before putting them on.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she spritzed her hair with a concoction of water and leave-in conditioner. Then she ran her fingers through her hair a few times to revitalize her curls.

Satisfied with her appearance, she left the bathroom, and as she came back into the bedroom, she noticed that Dane was leaning against the dresser with a magazine in his hands.

“What are you reading?”

“A magazine.” His lips quirked into a slight smirk.

“I can see that,” she said. “But what type of magazine is it?”

“The type that’s full of hot pussy.”

“What?” She walked closer to him, and as she glanced at the current page he was looking at, she saw that the magazine was filled with photographs of cats and kittens. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

Dane grinned and placed the magazine back on the dresser. “I had you going there for a minute, didn’t I?”

She said nothing, only smiled and grabbed his hand before saying, “Enough joking around. Let’s get out of here and get some food.”

And with Dane following behind her, she led the way to the door.

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Located in the Harajuku neighborhood of Shibuya, Kyushu Jangara was a popular ramen joint that served a variety of mouth watering, pork-based soups. The first story of the restaurant was designed for eat and go, while the second level was laid out with tables and counter seats for customers who wanted to enjoy a more leisurely meal.

A delectable scent, which seemed to be a mixture of soy sauce, garlic, and roasted pork, hung heavy in the air. All of the cooks were visible in the open kitchen, and as each order was prepared, they head noodle chef yelled out various things in Japanese.

The brightly colored menu that hung above the register displayed eight types of ramen, so making a decision was anything but simple. But after a suggestion from Dane, Jeneda finally settled on the bonshan soup, which was described on the menu as being “high in collagen.”

Incredibly rich and creamy, it consisted of a thick soup base with thin noodles, cod roe, chunks of pork, and a half-boiled egg. It was so delicious that Jeneda barely spoke a word while enjoying her meal, and after slurping up the last bit of rich broth, she pushed away her bowl and leaned back in her chair.

“This ramen is delicious. Best I’ve ever tasted.”

“Told you,” Dane said.

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was really indulgent.” A contented sigh passed her lips before she added, “I probably just hit my caloric intake for the day.”

“It’s okay. I can help you work it off, later.” His tone was low and sensuous, and the look in his eyes was noting short of lustful.

“Already looking forward to it,” she said, and as if to reinforce her statement, a familiar heat pooled in her loins. “So, what do you want to do now?”

He glanced at his watch, and after seeing that it was just past five p.m., he said, “Walk around, check things out. Maybe hit up a couple of stores and do a bit of shopping.”

“Clothes shopping?”

“Sure, why not?”

The prospect alone filled her with excitement, and in mere seconds, she was up and on her feet. She shrugged into her leather jacket, and after zipping it up she said, “I’m ready when you are.”

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