Jan 26 2024
Seikō
Intermittently, when I see this word being mentioned in this forum (especially those threads discussing about Grand Seiko watches), I cudgelled my brains, debating whether the forum members, in their discussion of their prized watches, know that Seikō in Japanese means sex (性交), and Seikō Suru (verb) means to have sex.
Nuff said.
It has been a few of days since I wrote the Al Dente Sesso piece. I guess my vivid licentious imagination had finally sobered down (at least for now, as I am in office and not my bedroom. Phew!).
I am now able to muster up my courage, and talk about my Seikō night of joy, with Prestante, in Tokyo.
After the delectable dinner at Aragawa filling our tummies with scrumptious Kobe wagyu (aka. Sanda-gyu with a side of baked potatoes) and a bottle of Junmai-Daiginjo Dassai 23, I asked Prestante if I could take a look at his two-bedder apartment (in Marumouchi area) and perhaps, savour some of his exquisite wine collection. Without hesitation, he readily agreed.
I desired to fornicate with Prestante that night. I reckoned he caught on to my drift. My lust was evidently manifesting. I couldn't be bothered to tame it. There wasn't enough time to beat around the bush and wait for him to initiate, and missing this golden opportunity to quench my biological urge.
I was only slightly tipsy after sharing that bottle of Dassai 23 with Prestante. I wasn't inebriated. But I had to appear inebriated, so that in the event our relationship did not progress further, after our Seikō night, I could always put the blame on alcohol, perhaps in silly self consolation.
I initiated the first physical contact. Coming out onto the street from the office building basement where Aragawa is situated, and walking to our cab, I pretended to be unstable, and held tightly onto Prestante's arm. I lied that I felt cold out in the street. He reciprocated, placing his arm and hand firmly around my waist, insisting that he had to keep me warm, otherwise I might catch a bad cold.
Bingo! Step 1, Luring my target ∼ checked. My heart smirked with a sense of achievement.
However, I knew that I still had the next three steps to complete to ingurgitate Prestante. (2) Sinking my hook; (3) Reeling in my catch; and (4) Devouring my prey.
In the cab, I pretended the sake had taken it's toll and clung tightly to Prestante, my head resting on his well defined pectoral. It felt good. It also helped to soothe my guilt vis-à-vis my cynical plan, to trap Prestante, and satisfy the dirty lust in my thoughts and flesh.
In the lift and on the way up to his apartment, I knew I had to sink my hook. I planted a surprise peck on Prestante's cheek. He didn't resist. Spontaneously, his lips found mine, and our tongues wasted no time, exploring each other's mouth, entwining in unbridled passion.
Step 3, Reeling in my catch checked!
Seikō time was indeed imminent. It was now time for ultimate Step 4. Devouring Prestante. Yummilicious time ahead.
Perhaps all that had happened between Prestante and me, had coincidentally resonated with Seiko Watch company slogan, “Moving ahead. Touching hearts.”
Or maybe it was Kintaro Hattori's (founder of Seiko Watch) credo that had inspired me in Tokyo. “Always one step ahead of the rest”.
Everything was happening in accordance with my diabolical plan....
(To be continued. Meanwhile, have a nice weekend ahead...)
PS : If you are wondering why I know so much about Seiko Watch, blame it on Prestante. He was donning a Grand Seiko (God knows what 60th anniversary black face limited edition) and blabbing on and on about how great it was, the history of Seiko Watch company, etc, during our dinner at Aragawa. Honestly to me, it's just another fake Rolex lookalike, but of course, I didn't want to take a dig at him.
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