My husband is a serious, meticulous man. I married him because I liked those parts of him, but there was one thing I couldn't learn to love. He just wants clean, vanilla sex, and he refuses to kiss me because he's afraid of bacteria in his mouth. I confided my dissatisfaction to my boss, Mr. Yoshimura, and he told me that the kiss was not forced, so I just needed to find someone else. A few days later, he reminded me again how important it is to find someone to kiss. “A kiss isn't forced, right?” I moved my lips towards him, and …