Hard Night in Tokyo
it is my masturbation confession. My true story of one night in Tokyo.
First you have to understand I didn't start masturbating till I was
26. I am NOT Slow... I just had other things to do. Anyway, I have to
make up for lost time. So when the stress is relieved and my mind can
wonder, frankly, I get horny. Horny as the devil. Now, when is my stress
relieved? Well, when I don't have the day to day pressures of job and
home. BINGO when I travel. And I have had some real 'spells'.
Fortunately, I have never hurt myself. There was that one time I wondered
around, driving, drunk, looking for a store that sold dildos. But after
I sobering up and realized how really stupid that was... I now do all
my drinking in my room. And I don't always drink to have a good game
was that trip this spring to Japan. I really love to go to Japan. It's
not easy, a woman traveling alone and I didn't the first time or even
the 2nd. But by the 4th and 5th, I loved. And I hope I can go back sometime.
This trip (the 4th) was good. We accomplished a lot at work and I was
traveling with 2 gentlemen and one's wife from Toronto. They were excellent
dinner company. But after 7 days, they moved on and I was left for 7
more days alone. And evenings, even in one of the best hotels in Tokyo
(The New Otani), can be boring. The only English speaking TV is CNN
and BBC news. And that gets really old after 7 nights. So... I decided
to buy a night of Playboy (I'd seen the movies on the movie channels).
The Playboy in Asia is a little different than the one here. Here (at
least in our market) they show X rated, just barely they show
no dicks. Well over there, its full on, full up nudity. Except for one
small exception the profanity laws in Japan prohibit genitals
from being shown. So you get this little fuzzy area that follows around
the pussies and dicks. I want that job: Japanese Sensor. I'll take the
men. Follow around cocks and pussy all day with a little fuzzy thing...
nice work if you can get it.
Asia was an interesting mix of Japanese and US products. I'll have to
tell you about some of the Japan programs another time. One thing
I learned is I never want to see a Japanese man naked. Skinny guys,
uck. And its not length they lack, but width. Skinny dicks, yuck! You
could tell that much in the fuzzy area, especially when they got some
head. I did like watching the Japanese women but only with the
sound off. Their voices (so high and whiny were more than I could stand).
But they really looked like they were having sex and they looked like
they were having an orgasm, not having their nails done like
so many of the Anglo female 'talent'.
did enjoy watching it. And one night after a few drinks, I started to
write about it. Do a little narration. And you know how writing about
it turns me on. The next day at work I am terribly distracted all day.
Just waiting to get off the subway the next night and have a real hot
time playing UNO in my room. I go to the hotel shop and see what snacks
I can get for the night. Oh, gin and tonics in a can nice. A
pint of vodka (its cheap and I've spent a lot on silk). Chocolate
got to have chocolate. McVittie's cookies. OK, I'm set. No wait. All
I have is that clever little vibrator I got down in the electronics
district. Cute little thing, about the size of a cigar and twice as
handy. I needed batteries for it and I need a dildo. I knew, having
done this before, I would be humping my hairbrush by the end of the
night. Better to plan a head (nice pun, no?)
the convenience stores. OK, it had to be so long, so wide. Smooth is
good. Rounded tip. No. No. This is getting frustrating. I really need
to get one of the real things to travel with. (Maybe someone will send
me one for Christmas!!) Last store. Don't forget the batteries. Well
apparently 'batteries' doesn't translate, so I can't find them and I
can't make the guy behind the counter understand. But all it not lost.
[I can steal the batteries out of a gift I had bought. ] I go over to
the hair products counter, hoping to find a hairbrush with a really
large handle. No luck. But apparently the power of the phallus is not
lost on Japanese marketers. There is a whole row of hair spray cans
shaped like dildos. Just the right width, with smooth missile shaped
tops (I guess it's to much to ask for a ridge). And they are shrunk
wrapped in heavy plastic. How very sanitary. And it avoids that pesky
trip to the emergency room to have the cap of a hair spray can removed
from your cunt.
business. Back to the room. I order room service, something with lots
of flavor that I can eat with my hands. I want all my senses filled.
I get the Playboy channel cued up and open the gin. Not bad for a mixed
drink in a can. Actually pretty smooth. I wonder how much alcohol is
in it? I know how much to drink to get the best affect. So it would
be nice to know... but what the hell.
finish, and I finish drink number 3, A good looking (for low cost films)
stud rides on screen on a nice bike. [Bike cost more than he does, I'm
sure. ] He stops and contemplates a dessert bush (no pun there). Suddenly,
2 women appear, apparently a fond memory is being reenacted. OK, I can
get into this. I lay down and get out 'little willy'. Oh yes that's
good. He's fucking her from behind. And she sucking the other's tits.
Yeah, that's it. I'm over the top. Go willy go. Oh yes. One down.
As I sit
up I realize that first drink was strong. And 2 and 3 are joining with
a vengeance. Better back off the booze and eat more food. I sit cross-legged
on the bed and eat more of the delicious spread. The cool air helps
put my twat on idle while I eat. I watch the blond women with silicon
tits get fucked and look like they really don't care. Look at the camera;
smile pretty; don't get a black eye when your super-tits hit you in
dinner and think, fuzzily, that I should put the tray outside, so the
room doesn't smell like old mizo soup in the morning. OK. I stand up.
Steady myself. (can you see the problem here?) I pick up the tray and
manage to open the door and go to set the tray outside.
catch the scene here: 1) You have to set the tray outside and to the
side so you don't step on it in the morning (made sense at the time).
2) This lovely hotel has very strong return springs on the doors. 3)
I am very nearly 3 sheets to the tsunami, from drinking too much too
fast. 4) I have nothing but the hotel robe on. Nothing.
fact, as I set the tray on the floor, I step forward to keep from falling
over and lo.. the door closes and locks behind me. OK, driving around
drunk is stupid. Standing alone, naked except for this cotton robe in
a hotel is... exciting, but really, REALLY stupid. But I am my best
when challenged. I remember this is Tokyo. They return your wallet if
you leave it on the subway; I will be safe. But this hotel isn't filled
with Japanese. There were those Chinese bodyguards (BIG guys) that were
with the delegation of Chinese diplomats in the hotel. There is that
bunch of businessmen from India with the hospitality room on the floor
below. There are those 30 Germans I saw leaving for dinner. I shrink
against the door. I don't really fit in the door sill, but I give it
a good try. Some of my best parts are sticking out. I must remain composed.
I have to dial the desk and get the door unlocked. I compose myself
and stand straight and walk to the phone, which is by the elevators.
I dial, I request and I walk, don't run, back to my door sill thanking
God for small favors that no one got off at this floor.
I wait for the key to arrive I think of what could happen. And its not
all bad. Why it wouldn't be my fault if I fainted of embarrassment at
some handsome man's feet and he had to fuck me back to health. Especially
if he looked like Sean Connery or Alex Baldwin. Or one of those nice
strong German women could 'mother' me back to health. While I enjoy
the thought... Skinny2 comes round the corner with the key. I sign for
it, he lets me in. I lock the door. And so much for excitement.
has left me wanting some level of satisfaction. There is some hot action
with almost real looking men and women. One scene with the guy getting
sucked off through the bars of a jail cell really has me going. Time
to get out little willy and the spray can. I lay back on the bed and
start running my finger through my hot and wet lips. Oh yes they are
wet. My clit is swollen and ready. Round and round my little bud and
now in with the can. In and out. In and out. Oh I wish there was a body
attached to this. I bring willy into action and in a minute I am doing
my best to crush the can.
the can in and get the best simulation of a g-spot cum going. Its good
enough to make me just a little crazy. I have never come with my clit
more than twice in one night. But the fantasy and excitement of being
trapped out side has me really wanting it. If only another good scene
comes on TV. I might get there.
A Japanese program comes on. The good thing about them is the women REALLY look like they are cumming. And this one is doing a fine job of it. I leave the can in place and reach around my backside. I put a wet and smooth swizzle stick from the wet bar in my ass. Oh yes... Oh I am aching now. It actually hurts, my clit is throbbing so deeply. I put willy back in place. I am running out of hands. The can slides out. The trimmed hand is on willy and going to town. My other hand in my mouth. I gotta suck something.
are Anglos fucking again. And heaven save us, she gets it from behind.
Oh yeah, fuck her baby. Harder, Oh god he spanks her. I moan. (She looks
bored) But its working for me. Willy's working over time and I am moaning
out loud. I am sucking on my finger and wanting some skin real bad.
I take my hand out of my mouth and fumble for the can. I slip it in
and start to fuck it like the couple on the screen. I keep rhythm with
them and now I can't keep the moans in. I let go of the can long enough
to pinch my nipples a bit. That's good. Oh.. I gotta cum. Now, please...
please. I start to breath harder and then... yeah it cums deep and hard.
My knees come up and I spasm in the fetal position. Yeah that will do.
I lay back pretty much wasted. I start to fantasize again about what
could have, might have happened in the hall and I fall asleep with a
smile on my face.