The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 38: Riko and Dinner – Riko I.4 – Monday (11 Days til Reception)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 38: Riko and Dinner – Riko I.4 – Monday (11 Days til Reception) - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
It was Monday. I headed to the consulate, already anticipating the emails I’d find. Sure enough, there were confirmations: the remaining items for the kimonos would arrive at MOFA by the end of tomorrow, Tokyo time.
I called Daphne. She sounded delighted. “Finally! Everything’s falling into place.” Then she asked if I’d confirmed I was accompanying them to Washington. I had—and planned to start the paperwork today. The Ambassador’s Reception was less than two weeks away.
She invited me over for dinner as a thank-you for all my help. “I’m trying my hand at Japanese recipes tonight and need an honest opinion.”
When I hesitated, she added, “Kate really noticed your Japanese accent fading on Saturday.”
I said, “You mean the Japanese accent most people mistake for a Californian one?”
“Not after you’ve had a few drinks. Kate said the Japanese became quite pronounced after a drink or two. I had to agree.”
I realized she was teasing. We had been speaking Japanese; she’d switched to English for the punchline, exaggerating a heavy Japanese accent: “No, ai tōking abauto yua Japaniizu akusento aftā kappuru dorinku.”
I rolled my eyes—she couldn’t see it, but she heard my sarcastic, “Really?”
The thought of how her own Japanese had changed since we met flashed through my mind. No longer archaic—almost completely modern now. We ended the call with me agreeing to come over.
It was late in the afternoon when I received a call from an Agent Cruz. She said she was doing an inquiry on a Daphne Liene Christodoulou. She was just confirming information because Daphne would be attending the Ambassador’s Reception and there would be a lot of important people from many countries there. I said I understood. She asked to confirm Daphne’s address and phone number, which I did. I also mentioned I’d be having dinner there tonight and would also be accompanying her and her friends to the reception in Washington. This seemed to surprise her and she asked why. I explained Daphne had requested it and the consulate had approved.
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