Semi- sprung

Have you ever had one of those moments when you are at a club, just dancing and minding your own business, and a hot 21yo girl comes up to you and starts dancing all over you and she's grinding in close and you are pulling her in closer cause she smells good and her sexiness is just off the hook, so you have your arms all over her and she is kissing your neck and then one of your girlfriend's friends walks in?

The thing about the friend though is that she actually one of your guy's girlfriend. But your girlfriend got friendly with her and now they are all hanging out, calling each other and going to lunch and shit. They talk together about how to get back into the pants of a guy after he has dumped you. I know they talk about this shit it's too obvious. I dump the nailist, it's all over, my friend spots her having lunch with other friends girl, nailist calls me up wants to talk and then sexes me back into a relationship. I'm not sure if I can be anything more than a slut right now, I tell this clear to the nailist and she claims that she is in love and she can't break up.

Meanwhile when I thought we were broken up, I start something with a massage therapist and then she thinks we are all coupled up. I guess I didn't give her any impression otherwise so my bad on that one. These are two girls who think they are in an exclusive relationship with me, know that I'm a slut or just feign ignorance and that's not even including the fact that there are other girls I do fuck who know what the score is.

It's not like I was always this way. I mean I wasn't born a slut, but only once in my life have I heard that phrase, "You are good husband/boyfriend material." Once! The rest of the time it's, "You are a playboy." And it is too often. Especially in Japan. If you hear it enough, you start to believe it and people's perceptions of you trap you somehow, or some shit like that. I dunno. Point is, I'm cheating and it's only a matter of time before something like tonight happens.

The reaction of the friend was basically "OMG! I didn't see that." Not in so many words, but her other friend was the same too. Third friend even asked me at a different time, "Where is your girlfriend tonight? I want to meet her, I heard she is really beautiful."

The nailist or the massage therapist needs to go.

I've tried breaking up with the nailist 3 times already but it doesn't seem to work. It's hard to describe how ridiculous hot I think she is. Might be easier to call off things with the massage therapist. But she is too hot too.

5am and I'm blogging about crap when I should be getting freaky with the club chick! She had no chance of leaving with me because she went with her friend and "couldn't leave her" (bullshit) plus she has a BF and doesn't want to betray him. One would wonder why she got within intimate distance of me and asked me to kiss her, but I say, "I don't do club kisses." I get pissed cause she doesn't want to leave with me so I do the most horrible thing I think I can to do to her; Tease and tempt her. I start talking directly into her ear in great detail about the things I want to do to her but won't do. She is left clutching me and trying to kiss me but like I said- no club kissing- she will leave unsatisfied.

Two can play the game, and I've been playing a lot longer than her.

I leave.

Days like today are pretty cool

Got all productive and made that bathroom of mine clean. Like fucking clean as bro! Sweet. Made a seafood salad for lunch, sweeet as. Watched a movie and then went into town to meet up with Funkcat and Charmboy.

Our plan; talk to chicks and go shopping. My plan, get a shirt that's kinda more classy than the trash I've been so fond of lately. Got talking to a foreign chick with a foreign dude with a J-girl in Mcds and and I was seriously blown away by not only the transparency of this foreign girl but also the sheer bimboness.
She became curious-
"What are you guys doing here?"
"Eating."
"No, like, in Japan."
"We live here."
"Huh? whoa!! why do you speak English?"
"HAHAHHAHAHAAA"
"I mean, Japanese people don't speak English right?"
"HAHAHAAAAAAAHAAAA......BWAAAAA HAAAAAA!!! Damn girl! Do I look Japanese at all?"
"But you live here right?"

She got the picture that we were foreign guys living in Japan and then got all excited and asked if I worked at some trading company, I told her that I'm a simple English teacher and she lost all interest. THANK GOD!
At a later moment in time after being somewhat run through the gauntlet of both Funkcat and Charmboy just dropping her attitude in her face in a way that doesn't attack but somehow provides great entertainment at her expense for chill guys like me, she asked directly what my salary was for being a teacher. She was greeted by us laughing our asses off at her. Brilliant.

Anyway, the J-chick found interest in me and asked for my number. Gyaku-nan #1 of today!

We went on to buy shirts and I found exactly what I was after and whilst talking to the cute shop staff chick, she asked me to go out drinking with her. I was just happy with the shirt, but damn, that is a good shopping experience. Gyaku-nan #2. (of 2)

I found an unclaimed delivery note in my mailbox and I'm so pumped because I know what the package is. A huge supply of my favorite condoms that I ordered last week online because I can't seem to find them anymore at shops. They will come again tomorrow. SHIT YEA! I should celebrate... with sex.

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The cute bi-girl is going overseas for a short stint, but when she gets back its going to be ON. Unfortunately the other bi-girl is leaving for good before she gets back.
Massage therapist is hot and talented with massage but I'm not a fan of her speaking style- She's got that Tokyo dialect and to be honest she is really ditsy.
Nailist is kicking ass in the overall picture. So damn hot in every way. I'm looking at underwear pictures of her now.....grrrr...

The inner child in me is looking at me in disbelief at what I have become.

Extended orgasm- different participant

I met with the massage therapist last night and tried to recreate what I did the night before with the nailist. Before starting we talked a little about orgasm and she told me that there are times when she is orgasming and feels like she is "going to die", so she stops herself from entering the feeling. I told her that she is not going to die because I am right here with her, and she should try going into the feeling just once.

Things went forward, I progressed her to the stages of what I hoped would bring an extended orgasm. During her (loud) orgasm she exclaimed that she was cumming and that she was "going to die". I kept the action steady and she released her grip on me, shed a few tears and lost consciousness. Her body continued to orgasm for an extended period.

She regained consciousness some time later in a daze where she stared at me unblinking for a long time.

I asked about it later and she described it as her whole head becoming white and that's all she can remember until she saw my face. She then suggested that she passed out.

Later, she put her massage skills to practice and gave my feet and legs a massage. We slept well.

Extended orgasm

I gave the Nailist a lengthy extended orgasm tonight. Longer than what I've been aware of giving in the past. I feel this as a kind of milestone because I theorized about how to do so for a while and then tested it out today and this was the result. Fucking ace!

She went quietly into orgasm when I told her to and said that she was cumming, and continued to say the words repetitively for a long time. At one stage she had full body convulsions for a period of about 20 seconds. When the convulsions stopped she went into a seemingly deeply relaxed state. I was still fucking her and was pretty tired from all the sex it took me on the lead up to this extended orgasm so I finished few minutes after. She was conscious but motionless for a long time after.

She is so hot...

There is so much I love about my life

I live in almost perfect serenity on a day to day basis. I spend a lot of my free time alone and I spend a lot of time in spiritual contemplation. Generally, I like my job most of the time and I love my friends yet when I'm without them I feel free and relaxed in my own presence. I went for a walk at midnight for a few hours the other night because I wanted to clear my head and get some exercise. I couldn't do this in my hometown from fear of getting mugged.

Here I can talk to people about seemingly normal things and feel myself getting excited because I'm doing it in a foreign language. I can watch TV dramas and actually enjoy watching them because I feel like I'm learning and studying rather than wasting my time. I can sit alone in a cafe for hours with a coffee just being totally still waiting for my brain to switch on so I can do some study, or just be content in the emptiness, sitting and watching the people walk on by.

I think it was Lennon who said that in the end, the love you get is equal to the love you give.

I'm pretty happy most of the time giving a smile to the world and watching it smile me back. Sometimes something a little weird happens where I just realize how happy I am and the joy wells up in my body and I start feeling warmth from inside and something crazy happens where tears well up in my eyes and I have to hold myself back from laughing out loud really suddenly like a madman in a suit on his way to work. So I just walk on with a smile.

Sometimes I just burst into song and start singing with no warning. I love it when I can get other people to join in with me. I love it so much when it's a beautiful girl. I love getting silly with a girl and having her be all moody and crappy and then I'll pick her up and run down the street with her on my shoulder. I love that.

Sometimes I get moody, shitty and pissed off, and I want to bring the whole world down. I guess I probably have higher dips and peaks than most people but it's not like I can't get over it soon enough.

Sometimes I do and say generous things and people get uncomfortable and worry about an ulterior motive but in general I believe that while I offer love out into the world, I have to as course of the process, feel that love. So in the end I am feeling the love that I give and that is why the love I give, is equal to the love I get.

Women are the only complication I have in my life.

Cute young bi-sexual hostess;

Just left my apartment after having orgasmed in a wet way all over my sheets.

My day today involved me waking up, having wild sex with the massage therapist who stayed over, and then running some chores, taking a nap, going to the music studio for practice then meeting with this girl who I find out to be very into women. I was not into talking so much, so I just enjoyed looking at her cute face and adding the odd comment in here and there. She was a very direct and outgoing girl that went after what she wanted. Very cool. We went back to my place and she told me a lot about her sexuality etc. I really enjoyed hearing it and my mind went back to the other bi-sexual who I'm kinda seeing. After having listened to both of them talk about what they want, I can see that they wouldn't enjoy being together. But you never know.

Man I wanna go to a strip club with either of these girls.

Anyway, back at my place and she seemed uninterested in sex, so I didn't push it. She told me that I shouldn't try any way and did her best to discourage me from trying anything with her because, "all guys just want sex" etc. Same old story that I have to endure from women time to time even though I hadn't tried anything yet. I told her that I "give" sex to whom I want to and to whom wants it from me and I never try to "get" sex. For me sex is mutual and when a girl wants to fuck me it's great. I was honestly not too bothered. I've been having enough sex lately. Then I chilled out on my futon while she got comfortable on my couch. We were pretty sober, conversation wasn't flirtatious although being completely concerned with sexual topics. Very just matter of fact, which I was into. We talked about relationships and such.

I felt a moment arise at one stage, you know, when the air goes still and you are just looking at each other and the only sensible thing to do is move in closer to kiss? Well I felt this but when I got near there was no sexual tension. When I got my face directly close to hers she didn't blush or move away. I could feel that she was getting tense, a kind of discomfort, but at the same time excitement. She was enjoying my advance on her but she didn't want to commit to it. I made a kiss to her lips and it has to be the driest most passionless crappy kiss that I have ever had with a women. Yuck.

I stopped it and she asked if I had ever had sex without kissing. I told her honestly "Yes". She asked why and I said it was because I didn't want to kiss the girl. She suggested that it was because the girl was too stinky. I said maybe, however the truth was that I was cheating on a girl I loved and I didn't want to do anything emotional. Then I asked if I was stinky, and she laughed and told me that I was the opposite.

Our kiss moment kinda died and I was mostly turned off, not because she had just subtly reveled that she wanted to fuck me without kissing, but because the kiss was weird. Nonetheless, I started to touch her body while she looked at me. I lost interest by her seeming lack of interest and just lied down again.

I have no idea why I'm going into this in such detail since it's mostly unimportant.

Anyway, the point is she eventually said that she had to go and came sat on top of my crotch and started grinding me telling me that I would be masturbating about her later tonight. I got turned on by the way she was looking at me and grinding me so I started touching more and more, which turned into me getting her naked (great breasts!) then me going down on her and giving her a squirting orgasm. She looked so beautiful when she came. We didn't kiss and I never let her touch mine. Sometimes I do that. She called me selfish.

She was very happy after and I was excited to know that. I don't know if I'll see her again. I do hope we can be friends. She really is interesting.

The Nailist is so hot

If someone were to put a cake in front of me and say, "Don't eat it." I would have no problems.
If the cake were a woman that wants to have sex with me, I would be at total loss. I think many men are the same. I can't be alone on this.

Anyway, I met the nailist tonight. She wanted to meet to talk. She was looking flawless as usual and invited herself to my place. Talking to me at close range... hard to resist... The tension rose to a maximum. Then I just attacked her with sex.

She was happy to experience her first multiple orgasmic experience.

Where does this place us? Back to Boyfriend and Girlfriend?

She didn't see the bruises

But my arms still feel the pain and look bruised and fucked up.

In reference to my dilemma in my last post, we had intimate, missionary sex under the covers with the lights off and my shirt still on. This kind of running around covering my tail makes me feel uncomfortable. If I could be more honest....

I got a mail from her just before saying that she wants to travel to Bali with me. Slow down honey. Going on a second date saying things like that and you are on a sure fire mission to getting heartbroken.

Speaking of heartbreak, just got a mail tonight out of the blue from a rich girl who was flaking out on me last year. She wanted to know how I was. I told her I was fine, asked about her and she told me that she was heartbroken.

She contacts me now, a guy who she knew had obvious romantic interest in her, right when she is 'heartbroken' trying to reignite contact. Nothing says "I'm emotionally insecure and need someone to fill that gap ASAP!" quite like this. If I were beggar and not a chooser, I would be on that like white on rice, but alas, there are other options. Too many one may think.

My reply was, "Heartbroken? I see... I don't know what to say in a time like this but.... I know how it feels because you did it to me."

I don't feel I need to give friendly support to someone who is neither my friend or cares about me in any way. The truth is that I wasn't heartbroken, I never felt rejected when she stopped replying to my emails, I didn't care. I'm far beyond jaded.

Hmmm..... I still want to drive her sports car...

Issues right now

They say a problem shared is a problem halved. So writing my mind on this blog should be a good idea, right? Well according to a book that I'm reading right now, each person's ego wants to define itself and by having problems it finds definition. So, for us to solve our problems would be to destruct our ego so we generally hang on to our problems and share them around with other people to create more definition. The book says the best way to be solved of your problems is to put them down, like a hot coal that burns you. I decided to do this with my blog and unpublished about 60 of my entries.

But I'm back with my issues cause they are pretty out there. I had a plan to write only educational stuff about what I have learned about orgasm, and it's coming, but the only thing educational I have today is; don't meet up with a bi-girl who likes rough sex and can give as good as she can take the night before you plan to be sleeping with a massage therapist.

Here's what's going on; Last Saturday I went to an SM bar for a bachelor party and was reminded of my bi-sexual friend who I wouldn't mind hanging out with again, simply cause she is cool.

Sunday I broke up with the nail artist. Despite the great sex and her amazing beauty, her heavy love for me made me too uncomfortable. She was in tears, got emotional, called me names, sat in silence for ages, asked me not to break up with her, started making out with me, then had sex. Left with a smile.

Monday I dated a massage therapist. We talked, enjoyed ourselves hanging out around town, went back to my place, cooked dinner then had some seriously orgasmic sex. I lost count of the times she came. She is hot, and her skin is so smooth, amazing. She gave me a massage also.

Yesterday evening I caught up with the Bi-girl, one thing led to another and we ended up having sex at my place. She bit the shit out of my shoulder and I have a serious bruise there now and I'm sure my back is covered in scratches. It felt pretty good at the time though. Although being able to give her enough orgasms to make her content, my mind was elsewhere and I couldn't get into it completely and didn't cum myself. She was a bit let down by this.

I'm meeting the massage therapist tonight and I might have to discuss the reasons why my body has war wounds. Not looking forward to that, considering canceling.
The nail artist wants to meet me again on Wednesday and talk about things. I don't really want to but I want to respect her need to communicate.

In other guy related news, buddy Charmboy broke it off with a girl cause she was getting too heavy on him and then a week later he finds her in amateur porn! We watched it at my place last week! The shit is out there!