Monday 17 December 2012
Saturday 17 November 2012
WOMEN'S PRISON MASSAGE!
Did you know that in Thai prisons the female inmates learn how to massage?
Well they do! During my stay in Thailand this summer I was lucky enough to find a women's correctional facility that trained inmates in the final year of their sentence with the skills of massage therapy. This sounded something so cool, so rare, so helpful to the female inmates of Thailand, and something so.....CONJUGAL! Of course this was something that I would have to experience.
On the way to the prison my mind boggled over all the possibilities. Would they bring me into a cell with a woman and would she massage me there? Would there be a ton of women around? Would they be a bunch of totally hot chicks or scary as hell gangster chicks? Would they be crazy horny and down to fuck? They would have to be, right? Being around other chicks all the time would lead them to get anxious in the presence of a man. I wonder of I played my cards right they would take me into a secret room and rape me. Women's prison rape! HAHAHA!
Cool.
I got there and found a tall wall with large metal doors and approached the front to find a window with bars. Would I walk through this massive door?
I poked my head into the bars. "I'm here for the massage," I told the security guard. She directed me across the street to the prison shop, the place where they sell the goods made by inmates and perform massages.
Drums and I walked on down past the sign to find a surly female guard who was not into chit chat or jokes. "You. Wait there." She said, directing us to a seat inside an open room that had polished wooden flooring, walls decorated with Buddha paintings and lotus flowers. The rows of massage beds in the middle, each with a patron and a masseuse, all very much visible to everyone instantly crashed my hopes of being held in isolation with a hot and horny massage therapist.
The girl assigned to me was indeed hot. Not super damn hot, but, yeah, I wouldn't think twice about going there kinda hot. We got to some fun chit chat. She was lively and the atmosphere was very fun. With Drums on the bed next to me and his therapist also making jokes, all of us weren't taking the massage too seriously.
Curiosity was overwhelming me, I really wanted to know what was going on with this girl. Why was she there? How long for? In my surreptitious way of extracting information without being direct and letting the girl offer as much info as she wanted I found out that she was 28 years old and was in the clink for a sentence of four years. She was on to her final stretch and would be getting out next month. Naturally, she seemed pretty happy about this. She talked about some clubs that she would be going to after she got out, the same clubs I had already been to. I was thinking that I would totally love to go to those clubs and search that girl out just to hook up with her if I were still in the country the following month. But alas, I had to go back to Japan. She spent some extra time working my back, specifically, my butt. And I noticed her let out the slightest giggle of satisfaction.
And that was the closest I got to anything erotic inside a prison.
Women's Prison Massage: if you have the chance, do it! For the sake of your muscular and bone joint health, and also to support the women training to reenter society.
Sunday 21 October 2012
Reader comments/questions
Initially I started this blog as a secret place to write about sex and erotica that happens in my life in vivid detail. I wanted to make it as graphic as possible, while still being honest. I thought that a genuine recollection of sexual stories from a young man's point of view would be authentic amongst the scores of blogs out there written by women and hateful loser dudes. However I noticed that when I wrote genuine erotica it just came across as cheap, cheesy and formulaic. So I changed the tone and went for more of a blatantly cheesy angle with a tone reminiscent of Austin Powers. Eventually I have developed a prose that I would think is unique to only me. And thus I now believe that this blog is quite an interesting and unique place. I certainly haven't come across a blog that is remotely similar to mine in terms of context, content and tone. No blog I have seen shows the life of a playboy bachelor living in Japan quite the way I present it. I don't know any blog that deals with the issues and topics I cover, and no blog I have seen writes the way I write, as wacky as it is. For these reasons, I'm quite proud of what I have done here.
So, although after doing this for a few years now, I'm still surprised to get people visiting here and making comments. People from all around the world. I don't know how they find the blog since I don't advertise it or go out of my way to make it known, and although the numbers are decreasing gradually, (probably cause I don't update so much anymore), the amount of visitors I get is what I consider the perfect amount. Enough to make me feel that the time I take to put my thoughts and adventures into writing is reaching an audience of sorts, but not too many to the point that I feel I have to streamline what I write into something more suitable for a wider audience and modified too much from the original adventure to maintain anonymity.
Anywhoo... recently I got a few comments and questions from some people that have stumbled across this blog. I will deal with these comments in one big hit. As a side note, I do enjoy getting comments however I will remind readers that do so; if your comment is something that I deem as bullshit I will either not publish it, or publish it and not respond. How will you know what I consider BS and not? You won't. Sometimes I like tackling the deeper topics, and sometimes I just see them as a waste of time. But trust me when I say that I have 'better things to do' than respond to blatant negativity or be baited into some kind of online debate. And by "better things to do" I actually mean, "Take bong hits while watching streaming anime porn."
I'm totally just joking about the comment above. I don't stream anime porn at all.
I download it so I can save it and watch again later!
So on with the comments! I need to get this done quickly so I can get back to my anime version of 'Cute dominatrix Lolita sexual revenge master in mansion of house husband III'.
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In response one of the most popular posts on this blog, "Love confessions", I recently got this;
So
I stumbled upon this two year old thing but...
...are you shitting me? It's a little disrespectful to expect someone to
have sex with you after two dates. Then you break up with her 'cause
she's not ready then and there? I mean, how little do you respect other
people?
I understand that my point of view on this topic is rather unique and at first glance it would rub many people the wrong way. In fact most of what I write probably rubs people the wrong way and certainly would have disgusted the hell out of me if I read this when I was 18 years old. But I have changed a lot since then. I'm willing to guess that you are under the age of 25 and/or haven't had many sexual partners, at least as not as many as myself when I wrote that post. Two years on I still stand by what I said which I will clarify in detail now.
From your point of view I don't respect other people. On the contrary, I believe that I respect others a lot, but in a way that you might not be familiar with. Something that is important to me is good conversation, and sex. I write a sex blog so it should be obvious that I value sex much more than the average Joe. With this, I expect that a girl that is a good match for me will have at least one, if not two of these attributes; sex and conversation. If I can't enjoy a conversation with a girl, then there is only one thing left for me: sex. If I don't have either of those things, then I don't see how it is possible for me to have a relationship. The girl I wrote about in that post to illustrate that point wasn't fun to be around at all. Should I have just kept dating that girl and strung her along further only to ultimately break up with her out of dissatisfaction? Should I wait for her to really have an attachment to me before I do that? If I could foresee these events unfolding before they happen, and know that I'm only going to dump the girl when she eventually likes me, yet still do it anyway, wouldn't that make me more disrespectful than just cutting it short around the second date? To summarize, if a boring girl isn't interested in sleeping with me it indicates that we have nothing to offer each other and should end things and find more suitable partners. Respectfully. I also accept the other side of the coin in that many girls just don't take a liking to me and drop me there and then after one or two dates. If I were to think that every girl I dated disrespected me for not making her own autonomous choice to decide that she wasn't truly into me for whatever reason that is, (I have no clue why a girl wouldn't want to have a relationship with me. I'm blissfully ignorant of any reasons why this would be so. I am the shit), and never reply to my mails and and not answer my calls even though we have been on a date or two, then I would be a very angry and bitter person towards hundreds of girls now. I mean, sure, sometimes I think things go well and I expect that the girl will see me again and yet she drops all contact with me, and that is frustrating, but its part of being single. I think its healthier to let that shit go. I don't think that a girl has little respect for people for wanting to make her own choices for whatever reasons they are. And if she did go out with me despite not wanting to then I would see that as a lack of self-respect. A very unsexy quality that I often see when girls stick with a guy they hate out of obligation. I see these people as miserable losers failing at life and love.
In addition to the above, that girl I wrote about wanted me to commit to her more deeply than I was ready to, and state that I loved her. I'm not willing to lie about my emotions to lay a girl. I don't think it is fair to do that, in fact, I deem it as disrespectful. In my attempt to respect her, I called the relationship, if you could even call it that at that stage, off. I did this to respect her need to only sleep with someone who loves her. If that is what she really wants, it would be better for her find that in someone who can truly feel such strong emotions for a person after only speaking with them for a few hours spread over two dates and a few exchanged phone text messages, rather than myself who believes that love is a much stronger emotion that flows from a well a little deeper than a few surface interactions.
In addition to the above, that girl I wrote about wanted me to commit to her more deeply than I was ready to, and state that I loved her. I'm not willing to lie about my emotions to lay a girl. I don't think it is fair to do that, in fact, I deem it as disrespectful. In my attempt to respect her, I called the relationship, if you could even call it that at that stage, off. I did this to respect her need to only sleep with someone who loves her. If that is what she really wants, it would be better for her find that in someone who can truly feel such strong emotions for a person after only speaking with them for a few hours spread over two dates and a few exchanged phone text messages, rather than myself who believes that love is a much stronger emotion that flows from a well a little deeper than a few surface interactions.
Contrary
to this 'sex is the only thing that counts' vibe I'm giving off above, good conversation, the kind of conversation that just flows
easily without me feeling that I'm pushing things along, doesn't come so
often (and is usually a predecessor of amazing sex). If I'm getting that
kind of conversational chemistry with a girl then I don't feel frustrated after just hanging out and talking. In fact I feel invigorated and inspired by it. To illustrate, a couple of
weeks ago I was at a party and got into a conversation with an elegant
and classy saleslady for an upscale brand who is a little older than
myself. The conversation made me feel like I was really communicating
with someone rather than just shooting off generic questions and
responses. I wanted to see her again, and she invited me to drink with
her coworkers which I was happy to do. It was fun. They were all excellent conversationalists with interesting backgrounds and good social banter. Following this, I invited her to my
place last night to cook for her. Now, if this date ended up with sex, I
would have been really stoked. If it didn't, I would still be happy that
I spent my time with someone cool. As it turns out I had some fucking
electric sex unlike any I have had in a very very long time! Damn last night
was good! Solid hot sex!
I think the main point of conflict most people have with me is my point of view in regards to sex. From where I stand, I see sex as such a good thing that should be done as much as possible. To me, it's basically free delicious chocolate that has no calories whatsoever. You eat it, it tastes good, you feel good, and you have no guilt about what you did because there are no calories! Why wouldn't I want some of this amazing thing called sex? Everyone should be having it as much as possible!
However it seems that a lot of the attitude people have towards sex is less liberated. It seems that many see it as something of a legally binding contract that has so many strings and hidden obligations attached to it, people are cautious of doing it through fear of regret. On top of this, people believe that if a women were to enjoy sex too much, or have sex quickly with someone she is highly attracted to physically, then she would be a *slut: a negative term. Its such a restrained belief system that manifests itself with women making absolutely arbitrary rules and ideals about how soon they will have sex with a guy, what kind of guy they will sleep with, and how the guy should feel about them before they fuck, ("he has to say he loves me and give a real love confession" etc.). Fuck that restrictive crap! Make your own choices and live by your own terms. And while I'm on a rant, fuck the term 'love confession', like feeling love is a crime and we have to 'confess' to it. The guilt people have surrounding sex stems from semantically crap terms like these.
*Sure, I throw that word 'slut' around a hell of a lot on this blog, but that is
done to artistic expression and should be read with satirical humor kept in mind, not a representation of any
feelings of contempt towards women.
The next comment comes from my formspring;
No doubt you have game, and surely the blonde hair/blue eyes are about the best attributes a foreign guy could have. Wondering height/weight/build/junk size (categorical is fine)/sexual stamina? These must also play a role in success, esp. repeats, etc.
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The next comment comes from my formspring;
No doubt you have game, and surely the blonde hair/blue eyes are about the best attributes a foreign guy could have. Wondering height/weight/build/junk size (categorical is fine)/sexual stamina? These must also play a role in success, esp. repeats, etc.
If you think I have game, wait to you see me tiger uppercut your ass in street fighter 4! Woot!
Jokes about games aside, is blond hair and blue eyes really the best attributes a foreign guy can have in Japan? When I look around me I see all the hot girls with guys who have dark hair and dark eyes: Japanese guys. So, sorry... I have to disagree with you on this. If you still feel this to be true, buy a bottle of bleach and make your hair blond, while you are at it, buy some colored contacts. You will soon see that having the best attributes one can have are readily available for less than $20. It might be a total game changer for you. I recently dyed mine black and found it to work much better for me.
As far as my build goes, although tall in comparison to Asians, I'm pretty much average height for a Caucasian and clock in around 182cm/6ft. I have a very slight frame that is very difficult for me to add mass to and as a result I often got a lot of people commenting on how skinny I was when I was growing up. Being an emotionally unstable teenager with 'issues', as we all are at that age, I ended up developing a strong complex about this during high school and college. Instead of lying down and letting it get me depressed I did something about it and ended up spending an incredible amount of time at the gym lifting weights. I believe it was a good way to spend my time. Most (but not all) of the muscle I developed remains and my body hasn't changed an incredible amount since I was 23. I don't go to a gym now but do various things to keep in shape. Body weight exercises and of course being cautious and disciplined with the way I eat. At the age I'm at now if I just do whatever with food like I used to, I end up amassing a beer gut whilst maintaining super skinny legs and forearms. Thus looking like E.T.
Not hot.
My junk size is average white guy junk size. At least I think it is. I haven't played compare the junk size with other dudes since I was 5 years old. I have nothing much further to add on the junk size topic. Hahaha!
Junk size! Funny when you use it more than two times in one paragraph.
So like I often refer to, the amount of flings I have is far outweighed by the flings that were never able to happen cause the girl flaked out on me. Were the ones that never happened a result of my appearance? I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not. I'm more likely to want to know the answer to that than to really pry deep into why it is that the girls who like me in fact do so. Usually the girls who I hook up with say its cause I'm fun to be around or because although flawed, I'm a good person at heart. The majority rarely mention my eye color as a main point. Except for one 19 year old who I was hooking up with recently. But she was a total SLUT! Hahahaha! I really hope you catch the humor I'm trying infuse in these long dry posts. I'm only doing it to keep you on your toes.
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I wrote a post about leaving Kansai here called saying goodbye where I wrote about hooking up with two girls in the same night and another the next day and only now found this comment relating to it in my spam folder. I have no idea why it was sent there. Possibly the lack of punctuation?
This made me feel sad Normal and below average looking people don't get these dorama-esque sexy problems Should I get plastic surgery or something
Are you a man or a woman?
If you are a man and you are that concerned about your appearance I suggest you exercise and eat healthily. Go to the gym and add some muscle tone to your arms, chest and legs. It will make you look better in the clothes you wear. Cosmetic surgery will only make you look altered at best and give you a quick fix ego boost, likely to collapse the moment anyone realizes what you did and calls you out on it. Lifting heavy shit day in and day out over an extended period of time will make you look more like a man, and give you the mindset of a man who overcomes obstacles with focus and determination, which is overall much more sexy than an altered baby who hasn't truly stepped up to deal with his shortcomings. Don't be a bitch. Lift heavy shit.
With all that said however, I think you want to be the center of your own drama rather than actually become better looking. It's this desire to be the center of attention rather than peacefully go with the flow that probably stops you short of getting into the cool situations that would result in something exciting happening. I know plenty of guys much better looking than me who are just total fags that never get laid because of these reasons. No one wants to be around them. I also know plenty of guys that might be deemed less physically attractive to a certain type of woman than myself, but are still very attractive to a different type of girl that I have absolutely no chance with. These guys have plenty of drama stories to tell and every time I talk to them its something different with some kind of dire consequence. They just don't write about it on a blog, ad are able to live exciting romantic lives because they are cool to be around and just go with the flow without making any hard and fast rules that would have people label them as 'difficult'. In my time I have noticed that different girls are physically attracted to different things in a man, but all of that physical attraction disappears into thin air and becomes nothing if the guy is a bitch.
That's all for now folks, have a lovely week and enjoy this fresh Autumn weather while it lasts!
Friday 19 October 2012
You, your best friend, even your sister too
Hi, my name is Ransom, and girl, even though you might be half into me, I will still fuck your best friend. If your sister is down, I'll go there too. Don't think that going for your own mother is beyond me, cause if she is hot and you are hesitant and she isn't, I can't say what will happen.
But in general, if you bring a friend along to our first date together, it's only going to make things more complicated than they need to be. For the sake of us getting to know each other, we should try to just be ourselves with ourselves. I know what you are thinking, "Oh, but it's more fun with more people." Or, "What if I don't know what to say? Then it will be uncomfortable." Or even, "What will my friends think if I just go and meet a guy one on one? What if something terrible happens?"
Yeah, I can see how these are all valid concerns. You might not know what to say. More people keeps the atmosphere alive and places less pressure on anyone to talk, plus it covers the chance of me being an axe murderer with more witnesses. Its safer.
But think about it from my position; I'm not an axe murderer and I talk for a living. I will always keep the conversation alive. And if we can't somehow make fun conversation between the two of us then the chances of us having a future together are pretty low... I need to see this from the outset. PLUS if you bring a friend and she starts to like me, and she is hotter than you....then well.....
Things just aren't going to go your way.
This next story is a cautionary tale that can be summarized in a single sentence: Mongolian girl brings a friend to the date against my request not to, the friend is hotter and I end up fucking her that night.
It probably sounds like something only a terrible person would do. That may be true. I might be terrible. But as you will read on, this girl was equally terrible in a sense that you might see as such.
Anyway, I met this chick, she seemed DTF, I invited her out for a Monday evening rendezvous, she agrees.
So there I am chilling after band practice with my band members and a couple of other guys, in the bar, getting tipsy, and I get a phone call. "Hey Ransom, I'm eating dinner with my friend. We are going to come out in about 40 minutes..."
Then I'm like, "Whats all this 'we' BULLSHIT!! You ain't bringing no friends biatch! You and me gonna get busy, just us two. You know what I'm saying. Booya!"
Actually, I didn't say that at all. Kinda I wish I did, but I'm just talking big. Big bullshit. Cause I'm kinda drunk right now. Actually all my posts are done while I'm half drunk. It should be obvious. I rarely write sober.
So anyway, I said, "Really? A friend? Well.... I'd really rather just get to know you, one on one."
And she was like, "No. I'm bringing my friend."
I'm too tipsy to argue. "OK, Bring your friend. I'm here with my drummer. He doesn't speak so much Japanese, so, does your friend speak English?"
"No. My friend is Mongolian like me. We speak Mongolian and Japanese. I speak some English."
"So how will my drummer communicate?"
"I don't know."
"OK, cool. Bring your friend. This is going to be awesome."
Awesome it was.
My drummer and I come up with a swift plan. Its close to midnight. We do some activity that requires little speaking. Darts. Then see how it goes. If its going good, we go all night. If not, we go home at last train.
We meet. The friend seems leggy. And DTF. And Mongolian. Naturally, I migrate to her since we can communicate and the girl I was organizing this date with speaks English better so she can get along with my drummer more easily.
'my drummer' takes a long time to write and sounds gay. From here forth he shall be known as 'Drums'. Cool.
So Drums and mongolia are getting along great. The friend Leggy and me are doing fine. Last train is rapidly approaching. We make the call to stay out all night and get CRUNK. And crunk we get. We bounce to a few different bars and at different times switch the girls we are talking to. At one stage I notice myself stroking the ass of Mongolia as she is grinding her butt cheeks into my crotch as she bends forth to make a pool shot, and moments later her best friend leggy is standing inches too close where her tits are bumping into me. I look over and see the same thing happening with Drums. We lose track of which girls we are trying to hit on cause the blood alcohol levels are too high, I can't remember which one was initially into me, damn I need another beer cause this red wine is disagreeing with me, who's that chick over there calling over? Me or the other guy next to me? Oh shit thats drums. She wants to speak to me or him? Wat? I'm fugginn druuuunk.... I need...
to go...
to the...
bathroom.....
I always hate looking at the reflection in the mirror when I'm fucked up. My reflection always looks so fuckign smug.
I walk out of the toilet and notice leggy going into the womens...
Seems like a good time to go to the womens fo rme too...
Damn, staff are cleaning. They will catch me out fo sure. I wait around the corner for her to come out. Leggy is in the toilet. My friend Drums and the girl I initially invited out on a date, Mongolia, are out in the bar playing pool. I'm in a dark corner waiting for leggy to come out of the toilet so I can grab her and make out. Classy. As. Fuck...
She comes out, and I grab her and pull her face close. And wait. She takes the initiative and makes out with me. It's getting hot and I'm thinking we should just go into the toilet and bone. But staff come by. Conveniently. Assholes.
We go to the bar and suggest a bounce to my place. It seems good. We get more wine on the way back and in my place we start listening to funk and boogeying down to the classy shit. You know it.
At 3am. At full volume. Damn I'm gonna be hungover at work tomorrow...
Drums is dancing like a pro, Mongolia seems into it. We are having a great time, but there is only so much boogy one can boogy before they want to get jiggy. I have my arm around leggy and Mongolia gets pissed. Perhaps she likes me, or perhaps she doesn't but just realizes that this whole shindig that she brought together with her friend and my friend, that she thought she was presiding over has taken a course of action different to what she was expecting and perhaps she is realizzing she is no longer in control of what is going on. She confronts me directly. "What are you doing?"
I'm like, "What?"
Then she's like, "what are you doing?" and she kicks me. And then she kicks me again. And I'm like, "Fuck! Ouch! Why?!"
She's pissed. I tell Drums he will seal the deal, but my apartment is too small for us both to seal the deal, and the atmosphere isn't right for group sex. So... I will tell my chick that she is tired and I will show her to the taxi, and then I will never return. I'll just go to her place with her. I tell Drums to use my place and bone that Mongolian shizzle. It is agreed.
"Ummm...Leggy is tired, so....I'm gonna show her where the taxi is so she can go home. Be back in a minute."
And we bail. Back to her place. I get through the entrance and we are tearing at each other from sexual lust. In particular, most of my clothes are being removed. Her single short skirt cocktail dress is still on however. She pulls me upstairs and places me on her bed. I'm thinking shit is about to get kinky until she says, "Wait here." and she bails.
By this time the sun is coming up. I'm losing my drunk and my hangover is approaching. I'm feeling dry. I look around at her bedroom. It looks like a child's bedroom. She has colorful walls and a dresser with the lower shelf painted red, the middle is yellow and the higher one is green. There is a desk in the corner. A very small wooden desk. Probably used for homework. Seriously, its like a playhouse and its creeping me the fuck out.
She reemerges after showering off with her make up removed (why?!) and a class of milk in her hand.
A GLASS OF FUCKING MILK! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
We are about to fuck, and she is holding a glass of milk? She asks me if I want any. Fuck no! I'm so damn tanked full of beer, wine and vodka that if I added milk to the mixture it would immediately curdle and reanimate as puke on her floor. Grosstastic spewgazm. Why milk? And why did she take off her make up?
Anyway, we put the milk aside and I bone her leggy legginess, that isn't that leggy without the heels, but still good. We have fun. And eventually the blazing sun, my hangover and my need to go to work get in the way. I bail.
I get back to my place expecting to see Drums and Mongolia passed out or sexing but the apartment is empty. Later I find out that as soon as we left, she pulled out my futon and they fucked. Hahaha! Everyone wins!
I guess it isn't so bad to bring a friend along to a first date!
But in general, if you bring a friend along to our first date together, it's only going to make things more complicated than they need to be. For the sake of us getting to know each other, we should try to just be ourselves with ourselves. I know what you are thinking, "Oh, but it's more fun with more people." Or, "What if I don't know what to say? Then it will be uncomfortable." Or even, "What will my friends think if I just go and meet a guy one on one? What if something terrible happens?"
Yeah, I can see how these are all valid concerns. You might not know what to say. More people keeps the atmosphere alive and places less pressure on anyone to talk, plus it covers the chance of me being an axe murderer with more witnesses. Its safer.
But think about it from my position; I'm not an axe murderer and I talk for a living. I will always keep the conversation alive. And if we can't somehow make fun conversation between the two of us then the chances of us having a future together are pretty low... I need to see this from the outset. PLUS if you bring a friend and she starts to like me, and she is hotter than you....then well.....
Things just aren't going to go your way.
This next story is a cautionary tale that can be summarized in a single sentence: Mongolian girl brings a friend to the date against my request not to, the friend is hotter and I end up fucking her that night.
It probably sounds like something only a terrible person would do. That may be true. I might be terrible. But as you will read on, this girl was equally terrible in a sense that you might see as such.
So there I am chilling after band practice with my band members and a couple of other guys, in the bar, getting tipsy, and I get a phone call. "Hey Ransom, I'm eating dinner with my friend. We are going to come out in about 40 minutes..."
Then I'm like, "Whats all this 'we' BULLSHIT!! You ain't bringing no friends biatch! You and me gonna get busy, just us two. You know what I'm saying. Booya!"
Actually, I didn't say that at all. Kinda I wish I did, but I'm just talking big. Big bullshit. Cause I'm kinda drunk right now. Actually all my posts are done while I'm half drunk. It should be obvious. I rarely write sober.
So anyway, I said, "Really? A friend? Well.... I'd really rather just get to know you, one on one."
And she was like, "No. I'm bringing my friend."
I'm too tipsy to argue. "OK, Bring your friend. I'm here with my drummer. He doesn't speak so much Japanese, so, does your friend speak English?"
"No. My friend is Mongolian like me. We speak Mongolian and Japanese. I speak some English."
"So how will my drummer communicate?"
"I don't know."
"OK, cool. Bring your friend. This is going to be awesome."
Awesome it was.
My drummer and I come up with a swift plan. Its close to midnight. We do some activity that requires little speaking. Darts. Then see how it goes. If its going good, we go all night. If not, we go home at last train.
We meet. The friend seems leggy. And DTF. And Mongolian. Naturally, I migrate to her since we can communicate and the girl I was organizing this date with speaks English better so she can get along with my drummer more easily.
'my drummer' takes a long time to write and sounds gay. From here forth he shall be known as 'Drums'. Cool.
So Drums and mongolia are getting along great. The friend Leggy and me are doing fine. Last train is rapidly approaching. We make the call to stay out all night and get CRUNK. And crunk we get. We bounce to a few different bars and at different times switch the girls we are talking to. At one stage I notice myself stroking the ass of Mongolia as she is grinding her butt cheeks into my crotch as she bends forth to make a pool shot, and moments later her best friend leggy is standing inches too close where her tits are bumping into me. I look over and see the same thing happening with Drums. We lose track of which girls we are trying to hit on cause the blood alcohol levels are too high, I can't remember which one was initially into me, damn I need another beer cause this red wine is disagreeing with me, who's that chick over there calling over? Me or the other guy next to me? Oh shit thats drums. She wants to speak to me or him? Wat? I'm fugginn druuuunk.... I need...
to go...
to the...
bathroom.....
I always hate looking at the reflection in the mirror when I'm fucked up. My reflection always looks so fuckign smug.
I walk out of the toilet and notice leggy going into the womens...
Seems like a good time to go to the womens fo rme too...
Damn, staff are cleaning. They will catch me out fo sure. I wait around the corner for her to come out. Leggy is in the toilet. My friend Drums and the girl I initially invited out on a date, Mongolia, are out in the bar playing pool. I'm in a dark corner waiting for leggy to come out of the toilet so I can grab her and make out. Classy. As. Fuck...
She comes out, and I grab her and pull her face close. And wait. She takes the initiative and makes out with me. It's getting hot and I'm thinking we should just go into the toilet and bone. But staff come by. Conveniently. Assholes.
We go to the bar and suggest a bounce to my place. It seems good. We get more wine on the way back and in my place we start listening to funk and boogeying down to the classy shit. You know it.
At 3am. At full volume. Damn I'm gonna be hungover at work tomorrow...
Drums is dancing like a pro, Mongolia seems into it. We are having a great time, but there is only so much boogy one can boogy before they want to get jiggy. I have my arm around leggy and Mongolia gets pissed. Perhaps she likes me, or perhaps she doesn't but just realizes that this whole shindig that she brought together with her friend and my friend, that she thought she was presiding over has taken a course of action different to what she was expecting and perhaps she is realizzing she is no longer in control of what is going on. She confronts me directly. "What are you doing?"
I'm like, "What?"
Then she's like, "what are you doing?" and she kicks me. And then she kicks me again. And I'm like, "Fuck! Ouch! Why?!"
She's pissed. I tell Drums he will seal the deal, but my apartment is too small for us both to seal the deal, and the atmosphere isn't right for group sex. So... I will tell my chick that she is tired and I will show her to the taxi, and then I will never return. I'll just go to her place with her. I tell Drums to use my place and bone that Mongolian shizzle. It is agreed.
"Ummm...Leggy is tired, so....I'm gonna show her where the taxi is so she can go home. Be back in a minute."
And we bail. Back to her place. I get through the entrance and we are tearing at each other from sexual lust. In particular, most of my clothes are being removed. Her single short skirt cocktail dress is still on however. She pulls me upstairs and places me on her bed. I'm thinking shit is about to get kinky until she says, "Wait here." and she bails.
She reemerges after showering off with her make up removed (why?!) and a class of milk in her hand.
A GLASS OF FUCKING MILK! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
We are about to fuck, and she is holding a glass of milk? She asks me if I want any. Fuck no! I'm so damn tanked full of beer, wine and vodka that if I added milk to the mixture it would immediately curdle and reanimate as puke on her floor. Grosstastic spewgazm. Why milk? And why did she take off her make up?
Anyway, we put the milk aside and I bone her leggy legginess, that isn't that leggy without the heels, but still good. We have fun. And eventually the blazing sun, my hangover and my need to go to work get in the way. I bail.
I get back to my place expecting to see Drums and Mongolia passed out or sexing but the apartment is empty. Later I find out that as soon as we left, she pulled out my futon and they fucked. Hahaha! Everyone wins!
I guess it isn't so bad to bring a friend along to a first date!
Monday 8 October 2012
Negotiations with my cock out
Things in life are going pretty good in general, but this weekend, aside from the dope party on Saturday, was shit.
Some chick I once hooked up with is out of a job and has a lot of time on her hands to do whatever. Which ended up being mailing the crap out of me and asking to stay at my new place in Kanto while she takes a trip from Kansai. Yeah, its obviously going to be shit, but for some dumbass reason I agreed to have her over.
So she decided she would arrive at the fucking crack of dawn on Sunday and we should go sightseeing. First of all, waking up early on Sunday is bullshit, especially when I'm going to a beast party on Saturday night. Second, fuck sightseeing on a hangover. Third, why am I even doing this? Anyway, I did it. We took a billion trains around the place and I spent most of the day looking into my phone cause I just wasn't in the mood to talk to this chump chick.
Anyway, back at my place in the evening we were in bed together, I gots to the touching of booty, she gots to the "No we can't because...bla bla bla... but I guess I will anyway..." and as we were fully unclothed with my cock in her hand she gots to the hard negotiations.
"I want to stay over at your place tomorrow night too. You have to work the day after tomorrow I know, so we can just both leave in the morning on the way to work."
I'm like, "No."
I'm not down with people choosing moments of weakness to impose their will upon me. Its very unsexy.
"Why are we talking about this now? You could have talked with me about this all day but you are choosing now?"
"Well, I don't want another girl to come over to your place tomorrow night."
Totally invalid response with no basis in reality.
We fucked anyway. It was good, but we were both not really happy about it afterwards. From my point of view I was just disappointed in such blatant attempts at manipulation.
Next weekend I vow to go to Shinjuku with dark sunglasses, a cup of coffee and a meek smile to sit in some random corner and watch the people passing by in hurry instead of being one of those people running by in a hurry, around the entire Kanto region asking for directions to the train gate that I am supposed to be transferring to in order to chaperone a fully grown adult female who would prefer to behave as child in order to avoid responsibility.
Then when I've woken up, I'm going to Nampa the shit out of the place.
Some chick I once hooked up with is out of a job and has a lot of time on her hands to do whatever. Which ended up being mailing the crap out of me and asking to stay at my new place in Kanto while she takes a trip from Kansai. Yeah, its obviously going to be shit, but for some dumbass reason I agreed to have her over.
So she decided she would arrive at the fucking crack of dawn on Sunday and we should go sightseeing. First of all, waking up early on Sunday is bullshit, especially when I'm going to a beast party on Saturday night. Second, fuck sightseeing on a hangover. Third, why am I even doing this? Anyway, I did it. We took a billion trains around the place and I spent most of the day looking into my phone cause I just wasn't in the mood to talk to this chump chick.
Anyway, back at my place in the evening we were in bed together, I gots to the touching of booty, she gots to the "No we can't because...bla bla bla... but I guess I will anyway..." and as we were fully unclothed with my cock in her hand she gots to the hard negotiations.
"I want to stay over at your place tomorrow night too. You have to work the day after tomorrow I know, so we can just both leave in the morning on the way to work."
I'm like, "No."
I'm not down with people choosing moments of weakness to impose their will upon me. Its very unsexy.
"Why are we talking about this now? You could have talked with me about this all day but you are choosing now?"
"Well, I don't want another girl to come over to your place tomorrow night."
Totally invalid response with no basis in reality.
We fucked anyway. It was good, but we were both not really happy about it afterwards. From my point of view I was just disappointed in such blatant attempts at manipulation.
Next weekend I vow to go to Shinjuku with dark sunglasses, a cup of coffee and a meek smile to sit in some random corner and watch the people passing by in hurry instead of being one of those people running by in a hurry, around the entire Kanto region asking for directions to the train gate that I am supposed to be transferring to in order to chaperone a fully grown adult female who would prefer to behave as child in order to avoid responsibility.
Then when I've woken up, I'm going to Nampa the shit out of the place.
Sunday 30 September 2012
Hookers have feelings too
Don't you hate that awkward moment, when the chick you picked up at the club, brought home and superbly boned in every which way and style announces to you that you need to give her money....?
Then, because you only have a little money on you, when you hand it over she says it's not enough and starts crying. Don't you just hate that feeling? Isn't it just awkward for everyone involved? Just when you thought you were pimping....
Perhaps this kind of thing doesn't happen to many people too often. However It just seems that every GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING TIME I go to south east Asia, I end up in some fucked up situation where a hooker is crying in front of me. This is happening way too often. I'm not down with this shit. Not my scene at all. Forget about it. I guess it is fair to say that hookers have feelings too. I mean, of course they do, like everyone else, but them being 'pros' and all, you would think they would behave more, I dunno.... professionally? Like, for one, announce they are a hooker before any sexual transactions have been made.
So here's the story from the top.
I was in Thailand amidst a very hectic course of work, study, work, study, study. I was a walking zombie with eyes falling out of my head from sheer exhaustion. God knows I didn't appear as the dashing lad I usually am, but these things happen and I was sure that at least I didn't look like our contact in Thailand who shall be named 'Jabba' for his likeness to the starwars character 'Jabba the hut' who by his own admission does very well with the local ladies. He had decided to take me to a go-go bar with the "hottest chicks", "all" of whom are "down to fuck". You may notice a lot of "quotation marks" in the previous sentence. Yeah.. about that...
He lead the way down the street, the heaving mass of a man, at a very slow pace. One step. Followed by the next step. Slowly. His sides jiggling with small beads of perspiration coming to his forehead, sunken shadowed eyes searching and seeking outward. Hungry yet somehow self-content. Like a man before a banquet at ease knowing the feasts are to come yet he is still hungry.
"Yeah, basically I've fucked every girl in this bar. Gwar haar haha!" His self content chuckle showing the gaps in between each of his skinny baked bean teeth, blackened from his daily surplus of 8-12 cups of starbucks coffee. Yet as quickly as those tic-tac teeth made an appearance, so again they go into hiding. "I'm definitely getting laid tonight no matter what." A grumble, more than a statement. Apparently his wife no longer puts out and thus he hits up whores every other day of the week. Such is the fate of many marriages of men whom I've encountered in my travels.
My sentiments were similar. I really just wanted to get laid. Sex heals so many wounds, relieves stress, and lets a person have a solid night of sleep. I needed it for my health. That and chicks are hot so I like to fuck them. Lolz. Anyway we walk in to a bar with a stage in the center with 3-4 girls in bikinis dancing. A few middle to upper aged overweight guys sat around the place and some girls beside them. I looked out of place and felt out of place. I always do when I go into that sort of establishment. I hope that feeling of unease never leaves me. When I get too comfortable there, I'll know it as a sign that I have given up. We order drinks and Jabba starts talking. "Yeah, basically all these girls here I've had before. Hahaha." To paraphrase, 'I'm the man cause I can fuck hookers.' Nice one pimp...
"That one over there gives great head. She there has the most amazing body but puts no effort into her performance. Just kinda lays there. This waitress, man, I'd love to hit it so bad, but these waitresses won't get taken home."
I notice a chick that is really my type and Jabba doesn't seem to know her. We gets to the talking and it is her first day back in the bar after taking a year off for an extended holiday. She went back to her hometown to avoid running into her ex-boyfriend who was a cheating bastard that had sex with other girls behind her back. She got so angry and worked up about it she just had to leave. Now she was back. How do I know all this? Because she told me within the first five minutes of meeting her. How does a hooker maintain a relationship with a guy when she is fucking other dudes every other day of the week for money, but he can't do the same? I have no fucking idea. She was dampening my already zombified state with her incessant trash talk. I was not down to listen to any love drama crap.
Then she turned the conversation on me. "What about you? What about your wife? Your girlfriend?"
"Actually, I'm pretty single right now."
"I don't believe. You such lie. You cheat man. You lie you no have girlfriend."
"Like, I said, single."
"Really? Lie. I don't like the man he come and lie and come pay for girl and have girlfriend and lie. You lie. You have girlfriend and you lie me." Her angry eyes beam anger at me.
Of all the repetitive conversation threads I go through when I meet girls, this is the one I hate most. The novelty of an English language learner making grammatical errors slightly different to the errors I'm used to hearing make it no more easy to swallow. Shut up with the accusations already. You are fucking with my chill.
"I'm single OK. I don't want to hear this now. I just want to drink beer, and get laid. In that exact order."
She chills out and we return to normal conversation until she has to dance. After which she comes back and hangs out. It feels like we are almost starting to get along and I ask this hooker if she is down to hang out with me back at my hotel and she declines telling me to come back tomorrow. That last sentence one more time in case you just read over it quickly. The hooker declines going to my hotel with me. She declined. The hooker declined sex.
I WAS REJECTED BY A HOOKER.
TOTAL HOOKER REJECTION TO THE MAXXXX!
Now, they say that rejection makes a man stronger. With all the rejection I have been through I should be really fucking tough. And indeed, this really didn't hurt me as much as it should, but still...WTF? How does a guy get rejected by a hooker?
As a man who is constantly in struggle with his overbearing ego, this made me feel, quite oddly enough, really alive. And I attest this to every man out there, you truly have not lived until you have traveled to a foreign country, learned a foreign language, picked up, dated, had a relationship with a rich fashion model, lived the heights of passion romance lust and love, lost her, lived in depression fucking anything that moves, recover to find a new love, get your life and your career on track, think that things are taking a turn for the best then get rejected the fuck out of town by a hooker. You haven't lived at all until you have done that. Do all that, then we will be on the same page and will be able to understand one another. There really is nothing like getting your ego slammed the fuck down by a hooker who would rather not fuck you after all you think you are worth. It will really show you a new limit to the spectrum of ego destruction.
Jabba, the fat hut, so kindly interjects my self reflection, "Dude, did you just get rejected by a hooker? Wow... In all my years here I've NEVER seen ANYONE get turned down by any of the girls in this bar... BWARRR HAAARRR HAAAAR HAAAR HAAAAAaaaaarrr...grrrrrr.....Gooooby gaaagaa nook... Gluk en glarr.... I'm Jabba the fat cunt.... I laugh in your face...."
Shuttup. shuttup. shuttup. shuttup!
Chump.
He ends up taking a chick to a short stay hotel and gives her two solid strokes before he ejaculates. And on her way goes the girl with her cash and a generous tip after a solid 30 seconds of work. Interestingly, he claims that he is very popular with girls at the bars around town despite his gollem appearance, and does much better than thinner guys like me. I'm guessing his low demanding sex is one of the factors leading into it. It seems that the female inhabitants of this country desperate for cash pander to dudes who look more willing and in need of handing over cash for sex. His coolness is based on their poverty. Go dude.
A few weeks later when things had cooled down with the study and we were finally on break my notorious drummer and I were walking in a street with a ton of bars and a girl emerges from one and grabs me by the arm and pulls me in, pushes me to the couch, and jumps onto my lap and starts rubbing her tits in my face. Son, I am down with this. I am down, like a clown, without a frown. She straddles me and gyrates on my junk while pulling her dress top back to reveal more breast. She is short, with bigass booty, long wavy hair and lashes. Light colored skin and red lips. Having just been accosted into a bar, the girl starts kissing me. I feel slightly pimp, and slightly on edge since my buddy is watching this all go down, along with a bar full of people. She pulls her top aside to reveal her whole breast an instructs me to suck. I oblige however reluctant and awkwardly. She tells me she hasn't fucked for three weeks cause she went back to her hometown so now she is uber horny and wants to fuck.
Man this is happening so fast even for me. Srsly. I need a drink. We smash a couple of shots and a beer and she tells me that we should go upstairs to hang out. I'm certain that there is a price involved in this little upstairs rendezvous yet still I'm down. Up we go to a room where she hurriedly instructs me to remove all my clothes quickly. The romance dies. Not that there ever was any anyway, but things are less flowing and more being forced.
She starts blowing me. I get hard. She cuts the foreplay short after 30 seconds and quickly puts a condom on me and starts fucking. Things just go real shit from here. I can't feel the sex through the thick condom skin and the vibe is all weird. I'm feeling less dominant and more dominated. I'm not into it anymore. I start losing my hardness. I'm going soft. She looks at me like I fucked up big time. And changes position, smacking my ass telling me to fuck quicker and harder. Performance anxiety kicks in and I'm going from erect to semi erect. She notices and *yells* at me.
"Why he go to sleep? He not like? Huh? He too drunk? You drunk? You drink too much now he go to sleep? OK, we try one more then stop."
My cock is called 'he'. Hahaha nice.
She turns around and places a hand on the wall while standing with her ass out at me. I start hitting it from behind, but son, I just wasn't into it. I was no longer down with slutty McWhoreface Yellalot. I'm sorry. I want to be rock solid penis pimp dude, 24/7, but arousal doesn't work like that. The situation was a little too quick and intense, even for me. She turns around and says it's over and starts getting fucking pissed off.
"We Thai girls like the ice cream. We want to see the ice cream and lick the ice cream. I want to see your ice cream. He no hard." She gestures to my cock. "He no feel good. No fun. You go." She points to the door.
And thus concludes the fastest romantic encounter of my life. What the fuck was that? I was semi hard for a while there. Don't I get points for being semi? Goddamn! No one appreciates a semi erect penis like they used to! What in the fuck is this world coming to? If she slowed down for moment there it would have been fine. Whatever.
I leave, with my head hung shamefully low. My pants covering it of course.
Get it? Penis.... Head... low....
yeeeeeeaaaaaah.
I call up my buddy. "Yo wassup? Where you at? Lets bail on this sketchy scene." And we bike it across town to a reggae bar where some European tourists are dancing alongside a Thai band playing Jamacan music. Quite the scene. We settle in to some heavy drinking and dancing and hop to various other bars and hit on chicks until I find a hot little bad girl who seems into me. We dance for a while, but she is a bit nuts and out of control. She leaves every now and then to dance up on some random guys, who all in turn, try to grab her and pull her away from me. But she *punches* these guys... feisty (!), then comes back to me to dance really close, cheek to cheek style. The guys seem pissed off, but don't really seem invested enough to bother doing anything about it. The cycle continues for some time.
Eventually she tells me that she is going to the toilet. I say cool. Then she tells me that we are going to the toilet. I say cool. Then she grabs my hand and pulls me out of the club, across the street to another club, where I get taken by the hand into the toilet. She hikes up her skirt in front of me and starts to sit down but suddenly tells me to stop looking. I turn my head, for about 5 seconds, then turn back cause she is asking me questions. Where am I from? How long am I staying, etc. I answer her questions whilst watching her urinate. Word. She gets off the toilet, washes her hands and starts making out with me. We are interrupted by banging on the door. Outside people are lined up waiting and I have a sheepish expression on my face.
We decide we are going to leave but she keeps making phone calls to some guy, asking him where he is. What is he doing? And why doesn't he come to our location? I'm not particularly enjoying the thread that conversation is on, but there is little I can do about it so I let it roll. After several weird calls in between bouts of drinking and dancing it seems the guy isn't coming. She is angry. We head to my place. We get in the door. My pants are on the floor, her mouth is on my junk. A condom emerges, some t-back underwear departs... Her phone is in her left hand with my cock in her right. She has dialed and made it through to the guy from earlier who I can only guess is her boyfriend and she is now shouting down the phone.
"Where are you?! Are you with girls?! Having sex? Yeah?! Does it feel good?! I hope it does! FUCK YOU!!!" She throws the phone down and jams my cock into her pussy. We fuck like there's a war happening outside and we could all die tomorrow.
The aftermath is despairing. That's when she brings forth talk about wanting money I don't have. Like I said, she started crying...then passed out on my chest. I guess it hurts to have the guy you are after leave you. Even when you try to get back at him by fucking some random foreigner it doesn't really solve anything. Especially when you want to get money for it and he doesn't have any...
We sleep, and as they say, time heals all wounds. Some time later her hands are on my junk and we are fucking again. Then again. Then again in the morning. And again after a shower. Actually, I think this girl is pretty cool and maybe I'm starting to like her. Perhaps hookers aren't the only ones with feelings. Am I growing some too?
Then, because you only have a little money on you, when you hand it over she says it's not enough and starts crying. Don't you just hate that feeling? Isn't it just awkward for everyone involved? Just when you thought you were pimping....
Perhaps this kind of thing doesn't happen to many people too often. However It just seems that every GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING TIME I go to south east Asia, I end up in some fucked up situation where a hooker is crying in front of me. This is happening way too often. I'm not down with this shit. Not my scene at all. Forget about it. I guess it is fair to say that hookers have feelings too. I mean, of course they do, like everyone else, but them being 'pros' and all, you would think they would behave more, I dunno.... professionally? Like, for one, announce they are a hooker before any sexual transactions have been made.
So here's the story from the top.
I was in Thailand amidst a very hectic course of work, study, work, study, study. I was a walking zombie with eyes falling out of my head from sheer exhaustion. God knows I didn't appear as the dashing lad I usually am, but these things happen and I was sure that at least I didn't look like our contact in Thailand who shall be named 'Jabba' for his likeness to the starwars character 'Jabba the hut' who by his own admission does very well with the local ladies. He had decided to take me to a go-go bar with the "hottest chicks", "all" of whom are "down to fuck". You may notice a lot of "quotation marks" in the previous sentence. Yeah.. about that...
He lead the way down the street, the heaving mass of a man, at a very slow pace. One step. Followed by the next step. Slowly. His sides jiggling with small beads of perspiration coming to his forehead, sunken shadowed eyes searching and seeking outward. Hungry yet somehow self-content. Like a man before a banquet at ease knowing the feasts are to come yet he is still hungry.
"Yeah, basically I've fucked every girl in this bar. Gwar haar haha!" His self content chuckle showing the gaps in between each of his skinny baked bean teeth, blackened from his daily surplus of 8-12 cups of starbucks coffee. Yet as quickly as those tic-tac teeth made an appearance, so again they go into hiding. "I'm definitely getting laid tonight no matter what." A grumble, more than a statement. Apparently his wife no longer puts out and thus he hits up whores every other day of the week. Such is the fate of many marriages of men whom I've encountered in my travels.
My sentiments were similar. I really just wanted to get laid. Sex heals so many wounds, relieves stress, and lets a person have a solid night of sleep. I needed it for my health. That and chicks are hot so I like to fuck them. Lolz. Anyway we walk in to a bar with a stage in the center with 3-4 girls in bikinis dancing. A few middle to upper aged overweight guys sat around the place and some girls beside them. I looked out of place and felt out of place. I always do when I go into that sort of establishment. I hope that feeling of unease never leaves me. When I get too comfortable there, I'll know it as a sign that I have given up. We order drinks and Jabba starts talking. "Yeah, basically all these girls here I've had before. Hahaha." To paraphrase, 'I'm the man cause I can fuck hookers.' Nice one pimp...
"That one over there gives great head. She there has the most amazing body but puts no effort into her performance. Just kinda lays there. This waitress, man, I'd love to hit it so bad, but these waitresses won't get taken home."
I notice a chick that is really my type and Jabba doesn't seem to know her. We gets to the talking and it is her first day back in the bar after taking a year off for an extended holiday. She went back to her hometown to avoid running into her ex-boyfriend who was a cheating bastard that had sex with other girls behind her back. She got so angry and worked up about it she just had to leave. Now she was back. How do I know all this? Because she told me within the first five minutes of meeting her. How does a hooker maintain a relationship with a guy when she is fucking other dudes every other day of the week for money, but he can't do the same? I have no fucking idea. She was dampening my already zombified state with her incessant trash talk. I was not down to listen to any love drama crap.
Then she turned the conversation on me. "What about you? What about your wife? Your girlfriend?"
"Actually, I'm pretty single right now."
"I don't believe. You such lie. You cheat man. You lie you no have girlfriend."
"Like, I said, single."
"Really? Lie. I don't like the man he come and lie and come pay for girl and have girlfriend and lie. You lie. You have girlfriend and you lie me." Her angry eyes beam anger at me.
Of all the repetitive conversation threads I go through when I meet girls, this is the one I hate most. The novelty of an English language learner making grammatical errors slightly different to the errors I'm used to hearing make it no more easy to swallow. Shut up with the accusations already. You are fucking with my chill.
"I'm single OK. I don't want to hear this now. I just want to drink beer, and get laid. In that exact order."
She chills out and we return to normal conversation until she has to dance. After which she comes back and hangs out. It feels like we are almost starting to get along and I ask this hooker if she is down to hang out with me back at my hotel and she declines telling me to come back tomorrow. That last sentence one more time in case you just read over it quickly. The hooker declines going to my hotel with me. She declined. The hooker declined sex.
I WAS REJECTED BY A HOOKER.
TOTAL HOOKER REJECTION TO THE MAXXXX!
Now, they say that rejection makes a man stronger. With all the rejection I have been through I should be really fucking tough. And indeed, this really didn't hurt me as much as it should, but still...WTF? How does a guy get rejected by a hooker?
As a man who is constantly in struggle with his overbearing ego, this made me feel, quite oddly enough, really alive. And I attest this to every man out there, you truly have not lived until you have traveled to a foreign country, learned a foreign language, picked up, dated, had a relationship with a rich fashion model, lived the heights of passion romance lust and love, lost her, lived in depression fucking anything that moves, recover to find a new love, get your life and your career on track, think that things are taking a turn for the best then get rejected the fuck out of town by a hooker. You haven't lived at all until you have done that. Do all that, then we will be on the same page and will be able to understand one another. There really is nothing like getting your ego slammed the fuck down by a hooker who would rather not fuck you after all you think you are worth. It will really show you a new limit to the spectrum of ego destruction.
Jabba, the fat hut, so kindly interjects my self reflection, "Dude, did you just get rejected by a hooker? Wow... In all my years here I've NEVER seen ANYONE get turned down by any of the girls in this bar... BWARRR HAAARRR HAAAAR HAAAR HAAAAAaaaaarrr...grrrrrr.....Gooooby gaaagaa nook... Gluk en glarr.... I'm Jabba the fat cunt.... I laugh in your face...."
Shuttup. shuttup. shuttup. shuttup!
Chump.
He ends up taking a chick to a short stay hotel and gives her two solid strokes before he ejaculates. And on her way goes the girl with her cash and a generous tip after a solid 30 seconds of work. Interestingly, he claims that he is very popular with girls at the bars around town despite his gollem appearance, and does much better than thinner guys like me. I'm guessing his low demanding sex is one of the factors leading into it. It seems that the female inhabitants of this country desperate for cash pander to dudes who look more willing and in need of handing over cash for sex. His coolness is based on their poverty. Go dude.
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A few weeks later when things had cooled down with the study and we were finally on break my notorious drummer and I were walking in a street with a ton of bars and a girl emerges from one and grabs me by the arm and pulls me in, pushes me to the couch, and jumps onto my lap and starts rubbing her tits in my face. Son, I am down with this. I am down, like a clown, without a frown. She straddles me and gyrates on my junk while pulling her dress top back to reveal more breast. She is short, with bigass booty, long wavy hair and lashes. Light colored skin and red lips. Having just been accosted into a bar, the girl starts kissing me. I feel slightly pimp, and slightly on edge since my buddy is watching this all go down, along with a bar full of people. She pulls her top aside to reveal her whole breast an instructs me to suck. I oblige however reluctant and awkwardly. She tells me she hasn't fucked for three weeks cause she went back to her hometown so now she is uber horny and wants to fuck.
Man this is happening so fast even for me. Srsly. I need a drink. We smash a couple of shots and a beer and she tells me that we should go upstairs to hang out. I'm certain that there is a price involved in this little upstairs rendezvous yet still I'm down. Up we go to a room where she hurriedly instructs me to remove all my clothes quickly. The romance dies. Not that there ever was any anyway, but things are less flowing and more being forced.
She starts blowing me. I get hard. She cuts the foreplay short after 30 seconds and quickly puts a condom on me and starts fucking. Things just go real shit from here. I can't feel the sex through the thick condom skin and the vibe is all weird. I'm feeling less dominant and more dominated. I'm not into it anymore. I start losing my hardness. I'm going soft. She looks at me like I fucked up big time. And changes position, smacking my ass telling me to fuck quicker and harder. Performance anxiety kicks in and I'm going from erect to semi erect. She notices and *yells* at me.
"Why he go to sleep? He not like? Huh? He too drunk? You drunk? You drink too much now he go to sleep? OK, we try one more then stop."
My cock is called 'he'. Hahaha nice.
She turns around and places a hand on the wall while standing with her ass out at me. I start hitting it from behind, but son, I just wasn't into it. I was no longer down with slutty McWhoreface Yellalot. I'm sorry. I want to be rock solid penis pimp dude, 24/7, but arousal doesn't work like that. The situation was a little too quick and intense, even for me. She turns around and says it's over and starts getting fucking pissed off.
"We Thai girls like the ice cream. We want to see the ice cream and lick the ice cream. I want to see your ice cream. He no hard." She gestures to my cock. "He no feel good. No fun. You go." She points to the door.
And thus concludes the fastest romantic encounter of my life. What the fuck was that? I was semi hard for a while there. Don't I get points for being semi? Goddamn! No one appreciates a semi erect penis like they used to! What in the fuck is this world coming to? If she slowed down for moment there it would have been fine. Whatever.
I leave, with my head hung shamefully low. My pants covering it of course.
Get it? Penis.... Head... low....
yeeeeeeaaaaaah.
I call up my buddy. "Yo wassup? Where you at? Lets bail on this sketchy scene." And we bike it across town to a reggae bar where some European tourists are dancing alongside a Thai band playing Jamacan music. Quite the scene. We settle in to some heavy drinking and dancing and hop to various other bars and hit on chicks until I find a hot little bad girl who seems into me. We dance for a while, but she is a bit nuts and out of control. She leaves every now and then to dance up on some random guys, who all in turn, try to grab her and pull her away from me. But she *punches* these guys... feisty (!), then comes back to me to dance really close, cheek to cheek style. The guys seem pissed off, but don't really seem invested enough to bother doing anything about it. The cycle continues for some time.
Eventually she tells me that she is going to the toilet. I say cool. Then she tells me that we are going to the toilet. I say cool. Then she grabs my hand and pulls me out of the club, across the street to another club, where I get taken by the hand into the toilet. She hikes up her skirt in front of me and starts to sit down but suddenly tells me to stop looking. I turn my head, for about 5 seconds, then turn back cause she is asking me questions. Where am I from? How long am I staying, etc. I answer her questions whilst watching her urinate. Word. She gets off the toilet, washes her hands and starts making out with me. We are interrupted by banging on the door. Outside people are lined up waiting and I have a sheepish expression on my face.
We decide we are going to leave but she keeps making phone calls to some guy, asking him where he is. What is he doing? And why doesn't he come to our location? I'm not particularly enjoying the thread that conversation is on, but there is little I can do about it so I let it roll. After several weird calls in between bouts of drinking and dancing it seems the guy isn't coming. She is angry. We head to my place. We get in the door. My pants are on the floor, her mouth is on my junk. A condom emerges, some t-back underwear departs... Her phone is in her left hand with my cock in her right. She has dialed and made it through to the guy from earlier who I can only guess is her boyfriend and she is now shouting down the phone.
"Where are you?! Are you with girls?! Having sex? Yeah?! Does it feel good?! I hope it does! FUCK YOU!!!" She throws the phone down and jams my cock into her pussy. We fuck like there's a war happening outside and we could all die tomorrow.
The aftermath is despairing. That's when she brings forth talk about wanting money I don't have. Like I said, she started crying...then passed out on my chest. I guess it hurts to have the guy you are after leave you. Even when you try to get back at him by fucking some random foreigner it doesn't really solve anything. Especially when you want to get money for it and he doesn't have any...
We sleep, and as they say, time heals all wounds. Some time later her hands are on my junk and we are fucking again. Then again. Then again in the morning. And again after a shower. Actually, I think this girl is pretty cool and maybe I'm starting to like her. Perhaps hookers aren't the only ones with feelings. Am I growing some too?
Sunday 23 September 2012
Dear women of Japan,
This is a formal letter of cease and desist.
Please stop being drink scamming cock-teasing bitchface ho tramps, and concentrate more on being hot & easy ready-to-take-home-now slutty McSluts.
Your cooperation on the matter is much appreciated.
Sincerly,
Horny irritated men residing in Japan.
Please stop being drink scamming cock-teasing bitchface ho tramps, and concentrate more on being hot & easy ready-to-take-home-now slutty McSluts.
Your cooperation on the matter is much appreciated.
Sincerly,
Horny irritated men residing in Japan.
Saturday 15 September 2012
Sweet love letters
Whenever I got a love letter, I would read it and then keep it in a draw that had other love letters in it. You can't just throw out a love letter after you read it, right? But keeping love letters is so teenagerish. What is one to do?
Well, I ended up throwing all mine out.
But I took a photo first!
I got simple birthday cards with generic messages such as this;
Dear Ransom, Happy birthday! In hope that you will have a great year. You are always working and studying so hard, you are hot!
And more specific like this valentines letter.
This girl had great English, but not enough to truly express what she wanted to say exactly in Japanese which was really touching when I read it.
For your study, I'm writing this in Japanese. Although we both come from completely different cultures, in a world this big, us being able to meet and start such a fun relationship together is so great. Truth be told, you are the first foreign person I've been able to not get tired with and a man I love. Let's keep having fun together. I love you.
Now I feel all warm on the inside....
I think I'm gonna watch some porn.
Well, I ended up throwing all mine out.
But I took a photo first!
I got simple birthday cards with generic messages such as this;
Dear Ransom, Happy birthday! In hope that you will have a great year. You are always working and studying so hard, you are hot!
And more specific like this valentines letter.
This girl had great English, but not enough to truly express what she wanted to say exactly in Japanese which was really touching when I read it.
Now I feel all warm on the inside....
I think I'm gonna watch some porn.
Wednesday 12 September 2012
Saying goodbye
No one likes to say goodbye. But it has to be done every so often.
Living in a place like Japan that is very transient for foreigners, coming and going to and from their home country and other travels beyond Japan, we get used to saying goodbye to the friendships we make here. It's usually me saying goodbye to one person that leaves and not me saying goodbye to everyone in one big hit, but times are changing, wheels are turning and I'm moving on. Sadly, I had to do that one big hit goodbye to everyone last month. I left the Kansai region of Japan and headed to Thailand with the plan to be back in Kanto, Japan, to start a new page of my life a little over a month later.
The leaving process was surreal cause I could never really picture how it would happen and never even thought of doing it. I met friends for farewells and drinks. And more drinks and goodbyes. I cleaned out my apartment of five years and with my belongings I trashed all of them except 3 suits, some jeans, a couple of T-shirts and an electric guitar. Ready to start clean and fresh. Excited yet anxious.
One week before leaving I got a message out of the blue from my ex from over a year ago who I haven't really gotten over, the nailist, telling me that she heard I was on my way out. Although I wanted to just keep my head away from any thoughts of her, I had the overwhelming feeling to invite her for a coffee. Just an innocent, "Hey, whats going on? Konnichiwa. Genki?" sort of thing. If I could do this on a workday before I have to dash to the office in the afternoon then nothing too serious could transpire. And so it was. We met for coffee and she arrived in her usual head turning glamor... I got giddy and nervous talking to her. But it was no problem cause she had the situation under control. So at ease and calm and funny and charming and hot. And gorgeous. And hot. And cool.
Did I mention she was looking really hot? Well she was. Effortlessly hot. Agelessly hot. The kind of hot that isn't restricted to youth and doesn't contain any element of artificial additives (at least it appears that way to me, she says she makes a ton of effort behind the scenes). It's something that few individuals have. Think Catherine Zeta Jones or Salma Hayek but Asian and 28years old with long wavy hair and a modelesc figure.
I think there was a spark of chemistry there cause on the way to the station as we walked side by side our hands kind of bumped into each other. We kind of looked into each others eyes too long. Later she messaged me saying that she would be out drinking on Saturday night. If I were to be around then we should have one last drink. Sure, why not? What's one last drink?
I got off my final day of work in Kansai on Saturday to a bunch of missed calls from this 19 year old university student I've been kinda seeing. It's not really working out between us. The age gap is too obvious from my point of view. I don't really know how to put this... When she is with me she is like putty in my hands. Hang on. That expression carries the wrong connotation. That's a positive meaning, right? Like I'm a master artist and she moves and is remoulded to my whims, right? That's not what I mean at all. What I mean is that when we are in the bedroom she is like A HEAVY WET LUMP OF CLAY. Similar to putty in my hands but limp, lifeless, inexpressive and boring. Just drab. And such a huge fucking contrast to how she is when we are in public. There she is just gushing non-stop in her high twittery teenage voice about how cool I am and how lucky she is to be on a date with a cool guy like me since our levels are completely different. I'm high level, and she is a standard level, apparently... I appreciate the compliment but its embarrassing and weird. People don't have levels, we aren't computer games and what's making it worse is that you won't STFU about it. And how many dates have we been on? You're drawing too much attention to us in this quiet cafe and disturbing other people's meals and their conversations. Shut up and eat your pasta. It's al dente. You should enjoy that al dente creamy tomato shit. Silently.
Fo fucks sake.
What was I saying? Yeah, that's right. I had missed calls from her because I think we planned to meet up to say goodbye, but I had forgotten about it. I told her to meet up with me for a drink, but I couldn't stay long. When I met her she was being followed down the street by a dude doing Nampa on her. Of course I gave her shit about it and offered her the chance at flaking on me to go with that guy. She seemed pretty impressed with herself and giggled. I wasn't surprised that guys would try hitting on her with what she was wearing. Low cut top revealing her huge tits and a short skirt showing her long legs. She's pretty tall for a J-girl and has a very shapely figure. It suits her ditsy 2-dimensional character.
We had a drink and as I was saying goodbye we started making out in a street corner. Then we ended up bouncing to my apartment which is completely empty, bar one futon and an electric fan. Every time this happens with her I'm astonished at how a girl can have such an amazing body, but such crappy sex. She wants me to 'train' her. I don't want to 'train' shit. Most guys are into that shit but I'm not. "Hey little girl. I will be your sex master. Teach you the ways of love. Don't be shy." Give me a fucking break. I looked at my phone and noticed that I had a message from the nailist giving me her precise location and smiley heart emoticons asking where I was. With a younger, less cool version of you. A pitiful replacement really. I bid my farewell to the girl before my eyes and showed up to a bar where the nailist was drinking with her crew.
Obviously, I was pretty tired from having just been fucking, and I had been pretty damn busy all week packing up and getting ready to leave my entire life behind me, so I was down to just chill in the bar and drink beer and not really say too much. And it's a god damn good thing that I was feeling like that because some douche that was connected to her group came and did the gay J-guy-trying-to-get-lucky-move and announced, "I don't speak English! HAHAHA!" when he saw me, then bought drinks for the nailist and proceeded to hit on her for the rest of the evening while she happly played along completely ignoring me. I was wondering why she even invited me until it became clear that she was trying to do some jealousy ploy, which wasn't working cause the guy was clearly a douche, nothing to be jealous of there, and I had moments earlier just boned a hot 19 year old with huge tits.
Wow. Reading that back makes feel like I'm such a fucking sleazebag with a chip on my shoulder. I would try to convince you otherwise and try to make it seem like I'm the perfect gentleman, but screw that. We are all flawed in some way or another.
Nevertheless, I brushed my hand up against hers, and she mine. Under the table I accidentally rubbed her thigh. And she mine. And then, little by little, our hands were holding. Covertly. No one to be any the wiser... Except one of her friends who as she noticed dropped a glass of wine over the table spilling it on everyone. I had to get some paper towel to wipe down the nailist's hands and thigh...
The situation I was in and the foreigner oriented bar atmosphere was weighing on my patience. A girl that hot in a bar with foreign dudes in it is bound to bring about 'friends' of mine and strangers alike that wouldn't usually pay much notice to me until now they wanted to say hello and introduce themselves and ask who the girl is. Fuck this place sux.
"Nailist. Lets go for a walk."
"Sure."
The douche J-guy looks on in narrow eyed contempt with a spiteful expression while one of my 'friends' is hassling me about where I'm going. Away from you chumps. "You can't just leave. It's a party here." Why wouldn't you want me to leave this shit bar with a bitching hot chick? Fool.
The inside of my apartment is the same as it was when I left an hour or two earlier. Barren. Except I left the fan on and the door open to hopefully clear the sex smell in the air. We sit down cross legged on the single futon mattress with little to distract us except each other and I'm once again reminded of how amazing she can kiss and make love.
Later she asks me if I was pissed off earlier in the bar when she wasn't talking to me. I just told her that it was a shame we couldn't talk more since I'm leaving tomorrow to never come back.
We smile and say goodbye.
Living in a place like Japan that is very transient for foreigners, coming and going to and from their home country and other travels beyond Japan, we get used to saying goodbye to the friendships we make here. It's usually me saying goodbye to one person that leaves and not me saying goodbye to everyone in one big hit, but times are changing, wheels are turning and I'm moving on. Sadly, I had to do that one big hit goodbye to everyone last month. I left the Kansai region of Japan and headed to Thailand with the plan to be back in Kanto, Japan, to start a new page of my life a little over a month later.
The leaving process was surreal cause I could never really picture how it would happen and never even thought of doing it. I met friends for farewells and drinks. And more drinks and goodbyes. I cleaned out my apartment of five years and with my belongings I trashed all of them except 3 suits, some jeans, a couple of T-shirts and an electric guitar. Ready to start clean and fresh. Excited yet anxious.
One week before leaving I got a message out of the blue from my ex from over a year ago who I haven't really gotten over, the nailist, telling me that she heard I was on my way out. Although I wanted to just keep my head away from any thoughts of her, I had the overwhelming feeling to invite her for a coffee. Just an innocent, "Hey, whats going on? Konnichiwa. Genki?" sort of thing. If I could do this on a workday before I have to dash to the office in the afternoon then nothing too serious could transpire. And so it was. We met for coffee and she arrived in her usual head turning glamor... I got giddy and nervous talking to her. But it was no problem cause she had the situation under control. So at ease and calm and funny and charming and hot. And gorgeous. And hot. And cool.
Did I mention she was looking really hot? Well she was. Effortlessly hot. Agelessly hot. The kind of hot that isn't restricted to youth and doesn't contain any element of artificial additives (at least it appears that way to me, she says she makes a ton of effort behind the scenes). It's something that few individuals have. Think Catherine Zeta Jones or Salma Hayek but Asian and 28years old with long wavy hair and a modelesc figure.
I think there was a spark of chemistry there cause on the way to the station as we walked side by side our hands kind of bumped into each other. We kind of looked into each others eyes too long. Later she messaged me saying that she would be out drinking on Saturday night. If I were to be around then we should have one last drink. Sure, why not? What's one last drink?
I got off my final day of work in Kansai on Saturday to a bunch of missed calls from this 19 year old university student I've been kinda seeing. It's not really working out between us. The age gap is too obvious from my point of view. I don't really know how to put this... When she is with me she is like putty in my hands. Hang on. That expression carries the wrong connotation. That's a positive meaning, right? Like I'm a master artist and she moves and is remoulded to my whims, right? That's not what I mean at all. What I mean is that when we are in the bedroom she is like A HEAVY WET LUMP OF CLAY. Similar to putty in my hands but limp, lifeless, inexpressive and boring. Just drab. And such a huge fucking contrast to how she is when we are in public. There she is just gushing non-stop in her high twittery teenage voice about how cool I am and how lucky she is to be on a date with a cool guy like me since our levels are completely different. I'm high level, and she is a standard level, apparently... I appreciate the compliment but its embarrassing and weird. People don't have levels, we aren't computer games and what's making it worse is that you won't STFU about it. And how many dates have we been on? You're drawing too much attention to us in this quiet cafe and disturbing other people's meals and their conversations. Shut up and eat your pasta. It's al dente. You should enjoy that al dente creamy tomato shit. Silently.
Fo fucks sake.
What was I saying? Yeah, that's right. I had missed calls from her because I think we planned to meet up to say goodbye, but I had forgotten about it. I told her to meet up with me for a drink, but I couldn't stay long. When I met her she was being followed down the street by a dude doing Nampa on her. Of course I gave her shit about it and offered her the chance at flaking on me to go with that guy. She seemed pretty impressed with herself and giggled. I wasn't surprised that guys would try hitting on her with what she was wearing. Low cut top revealing her huge tits and a short skirt showing her long legs. She's pretty tall for a J-girl and has a very shapely figure. It suits her ditsy 2-dimensional character.
We had a drink and as I was saying goodbye we started making out in a street corner. Then we ended up bouncing to my apartment which is completely empty, bar one futon and an electric fan. Every time this happens with her I'm astonished at how a girl can have such an amazing body, but such crappy sex. She wants me to 'train' her. I don't want to 'train' shit. Most guys are into that shit but I'm not. "Hey little girl. I will be your sex master. Teach you the ways of love. Don't be shy." Give me a fucking break. I looked at my phone and noticed that I had a message from the nailist giving me her precise location and smiley heart emoticons asking where I was. With a younger, less cool version of you. A pitiful replacement really. I bid my farewell to the girl before my eyes and showed up to a bar where the nailist was drinking with her crew.
Obviously, I was pretty tired from having just been fucking, and I had been pretty damn busy all week packing up and getting ready to leave my entire life behind me, so I was down to just chill in the bar and drink beer and not really say too much. And it's a god damn good thing that I was feeling like that because some douche that was connected to her group came and did the gay J-guy-trying-to-get-lucky-move and announced, "I don't speak English! HAHAHA!" when he saw me, then bought drinks for the nailist and proceeded to hit on her for the rest of the evening while she happly played along completely ignoring me. I was wondering why she even invited me until it became clear that she was trying to do some jealousy ploy, which wasn't working cause the guy was clearly a douche, nothing to be jealous of there, and I had moments earlier just boned a hot 19 year old with huge tits.
Wow. Reading that back makes feel like I'm such a fucking sleazebag with a chip on my shoulder. I would try to convince you otherwise and try to make it seem like I'm the perfect gentleman, but screw that. We are all flawed in some way or another.
Nevertheless, I brushed my hand up against hers, and she mine. Under the table I accidentally rubbed her thigh. And she mine. And then, little by little, our hands were holding. Covertly. No one to be any the wiser... Except one of her friends who as she noticed dropped a glass of wine over the table spilling it on everyone. I had to get some paper towel to wipe down the nailist's hands and thigh...
The situation I was in and the foreigner oriented bar atmosphere was weighing on my patience. A girl that hot in a bar with foreign dudes in it is bound to bring about 'friends' of mine and strangers alike that wouldn't usually pay much notice to me until now they wanted to say hello and introduce themselves and ask who the girl is. Fuck this place sux.
"Nailist. Lets go for a walk."
"Sure."
The douche J-guy looks on in narrow eyed contempt with a spiteful expression while one of my 'friends' is hassling me about where I'm going. Away from you chumps. "You can't just leave. It's a party here." Why wouldn't you want me to leave this shit bar with a bitching hot chick? Fool.
The inside of my apartment is the same as it was when I left an hour or two earlier. Barren. Except I left the fan on and the door open to hopefully clear the sex smell in the air. We sit down cross legged on the single futon mattress with little to distract us except each other and I'm once again reminded of how amazing she can kiss and make love.
Later she asks me if I was pissed off earlier in the bar when she wasn't talking to me. I just told her that it was a shame we couldn't talk more since I'm leaving tomorrow to never come back.
We smile and say goodbye.
Thursday 2 August 2012
International love
Above is some bullshit song that is total crap performed by two total crapsters and I highly recommend you don't click on it. I posted it only to illustrate the crapness of Chris Brown's concept of international love. He says something about being down in Miami and in New York city and across in L.A...... bro, thats not international, that's interstate America. And he talks about going to those places rather than hooking up. Going to those places isn't love, its just tourism. Fucking the women there is love.
International love? Interstate Chump.
Lets look at the nationalities of women I have hooked up with in alphabetical order.
America
Australia
Britain
Burma
Canada
China
Fiji
France
Japan
Korea
Laos
Malaysia
Mongolia
New Zealand
Philippines
Quebec (Its not it's own nationality, I know, but damn it should be! Quebec chicks are the best!)
Russia
Singapore
Switzerland
Thailand
Vietnam
You will notice a large amount of Asian countries and a huge lack of European countries while South America is totally absent. How can this be possible? South American chicks are the hottest!!
I really want to hook up with a Spicy Latino. Can I do that just once in my life? Oh, and a Spicy Indian chick too please. And a Spicy Scandinavian chick....
And a Spicy Israeli...
Basically anything.
Spicy.
Or not spicy is OK too.
EVERY GIRL IN THE WORLD !!
If not every girl in the world, one nice girl who I really like would do just as good also. I will just aim for whatever comes first.
Having said that, there is a big problem with the lack of diversity in my life in general recently that I hope to rectify over the next few years. In summary, I will be leaving Japan next year to go do some things with the tentative plan to return after some time away.
So with that said, I will be retitling this blog from, "Ransom Foreign Guy In Japan" to just, "Ransom Foreign guy."
Yoroshiku.
Friday 22 June 2012
Hookers delivered!
Wake up in the morning and like any other white collar professional, I check my letterbox in the apartment building lobby to see what goodness awaits me on my way to work. Well color me tickled pink with surprise! If it isn't another flyer advertising prostitution of high school girls! Here it is peeps, vivid pornography right in my letterbox telling me that high school girls can be delivered right to my door, ready for me to fuck.
Lets take a look at what some of the advertizing says...
On the left above the picture of the dude fucking the chick from behind it reads
*The number of beautiful young amateur girls from 18 years and above enrolling in our shop keeps coming and coming.
*It costs nothing to choose your girl.
*Pay in advance basis.
*Cum as much as you like.
*You can change or cancel.
Traffic costs are free within the city (except for some areas)
On the other side in blue under the chick doing her bullshit-gross-shit asian chick gaping-open-mouth-spew-kiss-face we read..
Service menu
Deep kissing-All nude-69-ball licking-lube play- bath play- titty fuck- body lick- ass lick- raw junk jerk-come in the mouth- pussy rub etc, etc..
Under that are the prices for the different amounts of time.
To a lot of the people living in Japan this type of flyer in the building letterbox is something pretty common. Most of us brush this stuff off and throw it out without looking at it. However I wonder what this does to the Japan nationals in the long run. What are kids thinking when they discover this stuff in their letterbox? Do they think that buying women is normal? Do girls think that selling themselves is normal? It seems that it is that way for a lot of people here.
On the reverse side of the flyer we see how the company has discreetly advertised job openings for aspiring young hookers.
Companions wanted
People with confidence in their looks. People with confidence in their style. We are now recruiting. Our shop has excellent staff so those without experience need not worry. And for those with experience we of course extend our offer. It is a busy shop so depending on how hard you work you can absolutely get a high income. If you are interested don't hesitate to call.
Complete payment on the day of work. Completely free schedule. Transport is provided. Alibi provisions. No quotas, no fines. Recruitment interviews anytime and place. Utmost privacy. 1 day of in shop practical work experience. No clothing restrictions. Its OK to apply with your friends.
Underneath in the box there is an ad for drivers, guys to transport these girls to the customers place and pick them up after.
Drivers wanted. People with a mobile phone and use of a car. Gasoline and highway costs paid separately.
Basically, this flyer in the letterbox outlays to any member of the public that although penetrative sex isn't on the list, a certain level of prostitution is freely available to be delivered to your door and the person who will be delivering this service is presented as a schoolgirl, honing in on those with pedophilia. Basically, a huge portion of the country.
Yo Japan! You so fucked up!
Here's another flyer with similar offers.
I'm wondering who it is that uses this service. Almost every Japanese guy that I have got close enough to talk to about this topic says that they have all done it. They go on to say that most guys do. They also say that they love it.
Think about it. There are young attractive girls out there that have to suck the gross dicks of guys like this...
Or any one or more of these guys...
Hot chicks are getting money to receive the cock of guys like this...
These girls have to deep kiss and lick the body of this kind of guy on a regular basis...
Imagine the stinkass sweaty body of this geezer. Then deep kissing his mouth which most likely reeks of a pungent combination of coffee, green tea, ramen stink and cigarette smoke stench. Look at his pasty ashen pallor. Dude is ready to kick the bucket. One foot in the grave shit there and girls have to lick his butt hole.
FUCKING GROSS!!!!
The amount of gross dudes that these girls have to sexually please over a short period of time, say, a month, probably adds up to something in the ballpark of this picture...
Look at them. Pumped for the defenseless high school pussy.
I also wonder what girls are doing this type of trade. I guess it could be anyone really. Even girls I know but wouldn't easily suspect. My ex told me about one of her friends friends who was being 'kept' as a mistress. The dude paid for her expenses. Her rent. Her spending money. Her life. Everything. We both imagined this chick to be totally bitching hot but it turned out she was a frumpy looking dweeb. Total chump with no personality or life at all. She just stayed at home and watched TV and when the dude called she had to be ready to meet him within 40 minutes. Which could occur at any time of day and night. Pretty shitty existence if you ask me.
I also heard from my ex (who was a nailist) about one of her customers who liked to have all her nails done long and pretty except for her left hand middle finger. Upon further conversations it was revealed that this girl worked at a high class brothel. She used her middle finger to clean her pussy of cum in between servicing customers who weren't required to wear protection. That was the price of working at a high class place. Apparently this girl would service an insane amount of dudes in a day. Of course she was never into it so she never got physically aroused, so in order to be physically prepared for multiple dudes cocks to be inserted into her poor overused pussy, she got a type of syringe and injected lube up her vagina. Apparently when she stripped off her clothes the lube would be dripping its way out, and by this sight alone which was easily mistaken for natural female wetness, the men would be popping instaboners. Hey, I probably would.... According to my source on this girl, she appeared to be nothing of incredible beauty and dressed conservatively aside from the long nails.
So I wonder if I could have come across a girl with this kind of job. I'm sure I must have at least once or twice unknowingly with all the girls I've talked to. Thinking of this takes me back to something that happened last fall.
I was with my drummer at an outdoor dance music event getting my groove on. A girl was noticing me and I was noticing her, a little. I was more noticing her shorter cuter friend. Either way, this girl made it noticeable that she was interested in me so we were hanging out for a long while. Her friend was silent and my drummer tried to get the vibe going with her but it was pretty rough going with the language barrier between them. I noticed she was completely ambivalent to almost everything. I tried talking to her several times over the course of a few hours, asking her simple things such as her occupation, age, hobby etc. She appeared to have no job, no interests, young age. No interesting input to the conversation, as is often the case with young shy girls when they first meet people, which can be understood easily enough. However in this case, the girl did not seem shy at all. She just had no interest in formalities and redundant conversation. Which is often the case with girls who are hot and have been forced into the same conversation pattern against their will repetitively time and time again.
In the end, the little cute girl went on her way, and my drummer went his way and I ended up getting it on at my place with the chick that seemed like she was into me (I guess she was!). And that was that. The girl I fucked was good at what she did, not exceptionally attractive, but good in bed. Very good. It was some impressive sex ability to be honest. Yet still, I felt the relationship had run its full course at one night only and didn't keep in touch.
Then some time later during winter I was wandering aimlessly in the streets at night. I ended up in a red light district, passed though and found a 24 hour video store beside it that sold used playstation 3 games. I found street fighter 3 going for 500 yen. Insanely cheap! Next to those games I noticed a done up hooker looking hookerish. This being the red light district and it being around 2am in the morning I just assumed her job as much. Then I noticed something about her that I didn't at first. Her eyes were a little puffy and googly like a goldfish. They were cute though and I guessed I looked a little too intently because she noticed me, reacted with surprise, then left the store.
Thats when it dawned on me. That girl was very very similar to the dance party girl I was talking about before. Perhaps it was her and she recognized me before I could recognize her. It did seem strange the day I met her that she would be able to afford the clothes she was wearing and the ticket into the event without any job. It all adds up, doesn't it? It also makes me further suspicious of the relationship between the her and the girl I ended up sleeping with. They weren't very similar in age and claimed to only be friends who went to live shows together. Were they in fact co workers? Or should I say;
Lets take a look at what some of the advertizing says...
On the left above the picture of the dude fucking the chick from behind it reads
*The number of beautiful young amateur girls from 18 years and above enrolling in our shop keeps coming and coming.*It costs nothing to choose your girl.
*Pay in advance basis.
*Cum as much as you like.
*You can change or cancel.
Traffic costs are free within the city (except for some areas)
Service menu
Deep kissing-All nude-69-ball licking-lube play- bath play- titty fuck- body lick- ass lick- raw junk jerk-come in the mouth- pussy rub etc, etc..
Under that are the prices for the different amounts of time.
To a lot of the people living in Japan this type of flyer in the building letterbox is something pretty common. Most of us brush this stuff off and throw it out without looking at it. However I wonder what this does to the Japan nationals in the long run. What are kids thinking when they discover this stuff in their letterbox? Do they think that buying women is normal? Do girls think that selling themselves is normal? It seems that it is that way for a lot of people here.
On the reverse side of the flyer we see how the company has discreetly advertised job openings for aspiring young hookers.
Companions wanted
People with confidence in their looks. People with confidence in their style. We are now recruiting. Our shop has excellent staff so those without experience need not worry. And for those with experience we of course extend our offer. It is a busy shop so depending on how hard you work you can absolutely get a high income. If you are interested don't hesitate to call.
Complete payment on the day of work. Completely free schedule. Transport is provided. Alibi provisions. No quotas, no fines. Recruitment interviews anytime and place. Utmost privacy. 1 day of in shop practical work experience. No clothing restrictions. Its OK to apply with your friends.
Underneath in the box there is an ad for drivers, guys to transport these girls to the customers place and pick them up after.
Drivers wanted. People with a mobile phone and use of a car. Gasoline and highway costs paid separately.
Basically, this flyer in the letterbox outlays to any member of the public that although penetrative sex isn't on the list, a certain level of prostitution is freely available to be delivered to your door and the person who will be delivering this service is presented as a schoolgirl, honing in on those with pedophilia. Basically, a huge portion of the country.
Yo Japan! You so fucked up!
Here's another flyer with similar offers.
I'm wondering who it is that uses this service. Almost every Japanese guy that I have got close enough to talk to about this topic says that they have all done it. They go on to say that most guys do. They also say that they love it.
Think about it. There are young attractive girls out there that have to suck the gross dicks of guys like this...
Or any one or more of these guys...
Hot chicks are getting money to receive the cock of guys like this...
These girls have to deep kiss and lick the body of this kind of guy on a regular basis...
FUCKING GROSS!!!!
The amount of gross dudes that these girls have to sexually please over a short period of time, say, a month, probably adds up to something in the ballpark of this picture...
I also wonder what girls are doing this type of trade. I guess it could be anyone really. Even girls I know but wouldn't easily suspect. My ex told me about one of her friends friends who was being 'kept' as a mistress. The dude paid for her expenses. Her rent. Her spending money. Her life. Everything. We both imagined this chick to be totally bitching hot but it turned out she was a frumpy looking dweeb. Total chump with no personality or life at all. She just stayed at home and watched TV and when the dude called she had to be ready to meet him within 40 minutes. Which could occur at any time of day and night. Pretty shitty existence if you ask me.
I also heard from my ex (who was a nailist) about one of her customers who liked to have all her nails done long and pretty except for her left hand middle finger. Upon further conversations it was revealed that this girl worked at a high class brothel. She used her middle finger to clean her pussy of cum in between servicing customers who weren't required to wear protection. That was the price of working at a high class place. Apparently this girl would service an insane amount of dudes in a day. Of course she was never into it so she never got physically aroused, so in order to be physically prepared for multiple dudes cocks to be inserted into her poor overused pussy, she got a type of syringe and injected lube up her vagina. Apparently when she stripped off her clothes the lube would be dripping its way out, and by this sight alone which was easily mistaken for natural female wetness, the men would be popping instaboners. Hey, I probably would.... According to my source on this girl, she appeared to be nothing of incredible beauty and dressed conservatively aside from the long nails.
So I wonder if I could have come across a girl with this kind of job. I'm sure I must have at least once or twice unknowingly with all the girls I've talked to. Thinking of this takes me back to something that happened last fall.
I was with my drummer at an outdoor dance music event getting my groove on. A girl was noticing me and I was noticing her, a little. I was more noticing her shorter cuter friend. Either way, this girl made it noticeable that she was interested in me so we were hanging out for a long while. Her friend was silent and my drummer tried to get the vibe going with her but it was pretty rough going with the language barrier between them. I noticed she was completely ambivalent to almost everything. I tried talking to her several times over the course of a few hours, asking her simple things such as her occupation, age, hobby etc. She appeared to have no job, no interests, young age. No interesting input to the conversation, as is often the case with young shy girls when they first meet people, which can be understood easily enough. However in this case, the girl did not seem shy at all. She just had no interest in formalities and redundant conversation. Which is often the case with girls who are hot and have been forced into the same conversation pattern against their will repetitively time and time again.
In the end, the little cute girl went on her way, and my drummer went his way and I ended up getting it on at my place with the chick that seemed like she was into me (I guess she was!). And that was that. The girl I fucked was good at what she did, not exceptionally attractive, but good in bed. Very good. It was some impressive sex ability to be honest. Yet still, I felt the relationship had run its full course at one night only and didn't keep in touch.
Then some time later during winter I was wandering aimlessly in the streets at night. I ended up in a red light district, passed though and found a 24 hour video store beside it that sold used playstation 3 games. I found street fighter 3 going for 500 yen. Insanely cheap! Next to those games I noticed a done up hooker looking hookerish. This being the red light district and it being around 2am in the morning I just assumed her job as much. Then I noticed something about her that I didn't at first. Her eyes were a little puffy and googly like a goldfish. They were cute though and I guessed I looked a little too intently because she noticed me, reacted with surprise, then left the store.
Thats when it dawned on me. That girl was very very similar to the dance party girl I was talking about before. Perhaps it was her and she recognized me before I could recognize her. It did seem strange the day I met her that she would be able to afford the clothes she was wearing and the ticket into the event without any job. It all adds up, doesn't it? It also makes me further suspicious of the relationship between the her and the girl I ended up sleeping with. They weren't very similar in age and claimed to only be friends who went to live shows together. Were they in fact co workers? Or should I say;
CO HOOKERS?
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