The REN'AI RENSAI (Serial of Love) series is an ongoing look into one lesbian relationship over the span of decades, told in non-chronological order in novel, novella, novelette and short story formats.
"TOKOIRI."
Approximately 14,000 words
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!
"TOKOIRI." takes place on December 17th, 2012.
NOTE - This book contains the following:
Intended for mature audiences only.
Genre: FICTION / GayTBA
Nerves shook Aiko’s body as she stared at herself in the dressing room mirror. The woman looking back at her was herself, wholly herself, but nothing like she imagined as a child. When once she pictured a large, glamorous bridal gown stretching through a quaint church, she now wore a short dress made of simple silk. Forty years old. When she was a child, she always thought she would marry in her early twenties to a wonderful young man who would make her dreams come true. I’m forty years old.
Well, thirty-nine, actually.
“Sit still,” her friend Michiko bade, as she finished tying the pink bow in the back. “Don’t you want this to look nice?”
Aiko forced a smile at the woman in the mirror. She awoke that morning to a cold, sunshine-filled day and Michiko rapping on her hotel door. After securing her own wife out of the room – what a bachelorette party – Michiko yanked Aiko out and treated her to breakfast and a hair appointment. Usually Aiko was too humble to accept Michiko’s gifts, but that day she was too anxious to turn anything down.
“Ai-chan?”
She inhaled a deep breath, watching her breasts constrain against the designer dress she had to have for her wedding. “I’m fine,” she insisted. “Thank you.”
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Laura Carletti
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