/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Guys, I had a dream. I found myself in Japan, I don't know why or how, I don't even speak Japanese, but there I was in Tokyo somewhere or other, wandering the streets and totally overwhelmed by every sight and sound, getting more and more confused and frightened with every step I took.

Then I heard a familiar sound. I turned my head and heard an angelic laugh, faint and distant, but there it was. It wasn't angelic the way you'd think, like beautiful and clear, ringing in your ears like serene mountain streams of crystal and jubilant horns. No, no, it was playful. Cheeky. It gave me hope.

I ran. I ran towards the place I though I heard my one solace in life coming from, ran like a fucking animal. But it was gone. My heart was wildly pounding in my chest, I saw everything grow dark, the buildings creeping closer, the clouds falling towards me, when I caught some hair flying in the wind. A familiar, red strand of her. It was her. It must have been her.

So I ran again. I ran down streets, I turned corners, to wherever I thought she must have gone, while the skyscrapers were tremoring and the roads were blistering and the wind carried sulphur and death.

And then there she was. Unexpectedly, while I was more tumbling than turning a corner, right there she was. Facing me. Welcoming me. I found her. I passed the test. I proved my undying love to her. She was everything that was good in my life, everything that kept me breathing and pumping blood through my tired veins, frayed and torn at the edges. She opened her arms. Come, she said, come. You are home. A softness I cannot possibly describe embalmed my soul, cradling me like a newborn, tenderly caressing my head. It's all good now. It's all good. Rotti pulled me towards her, towards her lips, and what I tasted on her lips was Jhonnys' cum.

Rotti WAS cute.