Public Bath

October 14, 2007 at 1:51 pm · Filed under japan, women ·Tagged , ,

I went to the local public bathhouse.

The public bathhouse used to be a common scene here. Every town used to have them but with the increase of bathtubs included in Japanese house, many families now have their baths in the privacy of their own homes and the number of the bathhouse have been dwindling steadily. There was a few around where I live but few have closed down from the lack of business.

In each bathhouse, after entering the main entrance (nothing more than a curtain) shoes are taken off and put in the lockers. From there, there are two separate entrances, one for women the other for men. Before world war 2, bathhouses were unisex, men and women shared the same space. This ended when General MacArthur during his occupation of Japan thought the practice as unchristian and promptly banned it. (Damn you MacArthur!!!)

Last week, when I walked in, two old ladies were removing their shoes, while having a conversation. One open the main door while I was still outside removing my shoes. She held the door open while still talking to her friend. I had a good view inside the womens’ side. Inside was a fairly young lady, showing her nice smooth back and ass. I had a good look before I had to walk in. Without doing so I would have made it obvious that I was there just to perv.

Immediately after entering there was a lady sitting high up, where I paid my entrance fee. She probably ran the place. I didn’t know how much entrance fee was and paid, and while the lady was counting my change I had another good look at the naked lady on the other side. In the changing area on one side were lockers, on the other side was the dividing wall, with a mirror. It also had a coin operated dryer. I picked out a locker, and started to undress myself. I felt the glare from the lady, watching me undress. Maybe she hadn’t seen a young naked male foreigner in her public bath.

I got in the bath area. Along the walls were hot and cold taps, shower heads and mirrors. There were stools and small shallow buckets for people to use. I picked up a stool and walked over to wash myself before entering the bathtub. In here was also the wall dividing both sides but it only came up half way. I could hear the women on the other side washing themselves while having conversations. I was getting a little rise just thinking, listening and imagining the women on the other side naked.

There was an older male and young boy, probably the father together. The father was washing himself while the young boy was sitting on the edge of the bathtub waiting for his father.

I was washing myself when I felt the little boy watching me. I looked at him and smiled but he was too nervous to smile back wondering how to act in the presence of a foreigner. After the father finished washing they both sat in the bathtub, enjoying a little father – son time.

By the time I finished washing myself they had both left and was getting dressed in the changing space. I sat in the bath tub, enjoying the hot water still imagining the women on the other side, wondering if I was going to get another peek at another female leaving the bathhouse.

In addition to the bathtub, there was also sleeping and sitting water jets pools and wet and dry saunas. I managed to sit in each before feeling refreshed and cleaned.

I walked out still naked to my locker to get my towel out. The lady was still there watching me get out and dry myself. If she enjoyed looking at me so much I decided to let her look. After drying myself, I walked over to the fridge where there were drinks for sale inside. Instead of wrapping the towel around my waist, I threw in over my shoulder. I took my time choosing my drink. I picked up what I wanted, and went to the owner to pay. I knew how much it cost but I didn’t give her exact change hoping, while she counted the change I could look to the womens’ side. this time there was nobody. She gave my change and I took my drink and sat down on the table in the middle of the changing space. Still naked, I was in front of the main door. Any male opening the door and any female with good eyes behind would be able to see me naked. I took my time enjoying my drink, while 2 older men were having a conversation. Both men were wearing their underwear, and I felt weird being the only naked one. I got to my locker, grabbed my pajamas, and my hair brush and made my way to the mirror to comb my hair. The lady was still looking at me. I turned and smiled at her.

The men started looking at me and said I was tall, saying I must be 2 meters. I took that as my cue to talk to them. They were surprised, including the lady at my fluent Japanese. The lady even said if she closed her eyes she wouldn’t think it was a foreigner speaking Japanese while listening to me. I was slowly enjoying my drink while cooling down. I asked her about the area which we were in. She verbally explained where everything was, the small mom and pop shops, the alcohol shops…I thanked her and got dressed. While leaving she started to draw a map and I was forced to stand where she was giving me a great look towards the womens’ side. But by this time there was no one, so I thought. A few moments later a young girl, probably in high school had a water bottle in her hand, trying to get the lady’s attention to pay. She was already dressed. The lady gave me the map and I left the place.

It was a nice experience which I hope to repeat. Sitting in a large bathtub beats standing in a cramped shower stall.

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Gym wear

October 3, 2007 at 1:50 pm · Filed under japan, women ·Tagged , , ,

So I go to the gym on the weekends, around the same time. There are a few I recognize that are as religious with their timings and see almost every week.

There is this one lady that I see every weekend. She is not drop dead hot. Between 1 to 10, 1 being as ugly to a dog’s ass to 10 being natural viagra she’s around 5. Still if I was desperate I would bang her with a paper bag over head.

I see her almost every week, working out. She’s either on the thread mill, or the step machine or sometimes the cross trainer. By the time I start she’s already worked out so much that her t-shirt is see-thru from her sweat. She seems the to be wearing the same clothes to, white polo shirt with the buttons all opened, and running pants with the top button opened allowing her only slightly flabby stomach to show.

I like to work out on the cross trainers. I take one and the past few weeks she’s on one, already sweating. As usual she has her button open. While Im on the machine I can’t see anything as she next to me. But when she done, she wipes the machine (all machines have little rags attached on hooks so users can clean up after themselves). As she bent down, I can see right down her shirt. She’s not wearing a sports bra but more like the top half a bikini. Its usually got some fancy design printed and I can see the fabric is pretty thick. Whatever she’s wearing has strings attached. Maybe she jumps in the pool after her work out and can’t be bothered to strip and wearing her bathing suit.

Last week she caught me looking. She had that “OH MY GOD” look to her face. She didnt say a word but I could tell she was disgusted by me looking down her shirt. IF YOU WERE SO OFFENDED BY ME LOOKING, BUTTON YOUR SHIRT!!!

Why do women do this? They wear revealing clothes yet when we look they act all upset and disgusted by men leering at them.

If you going to wear clothes that show cleavage or ass then expect men to ogle.  If you can’t stand being ogled at then don’t wear it. I’m taller than most Japanese here. You wear clothes showing cleavage, in most probability I can see more than you bargained for.

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Use Flickr

September 24, 2007 at 1:22 pm · Filed under flickr, yahoo

http://flickr.com/photos/sesh00/515961023

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20896643/

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,297545,00.htmlImage posted on flickr account was used in Virgin Australia’s advertisement. The picture of the advertisement was uploaded on flickr and the girl saw it. The original image was cropped, and byline was added, with a double meaning.

She is 15 and has not given prior consent. Parents are suing Virgin Australia and the photographer.

Read the details on the website. If you plan on using it to share pictures, keep it on ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Virgin is just being cheap and lazy. Couldn’t bother with finding pictures, paying for usage and getting proper release to usage. Pathetic.

1. Find out the people in charge of this campaign.
2. Secretly take pictures of them in various situations. (this way they won’t know who the photographer is when they want to sue.
3. Upload the pictures to flickr under creative common license.
4. Using the same pictures, crop them, photoshop them, and use them in advertisement outside of Australia. (Preferably countries where copyright means the right to be copied)
5. Take pictures of the advertisement which the picture was used and upload those pictures on to fickr, adding some comment.
6. See how the same people who decided to be cheap and lazy by using images on flickr feel when their image is being use to sell products. They would have little recourse because ads would be in countries where copyright issues are non-existent.

Suggestions:
Cure for baldness in India using a picture of the bald over 50 male executive.
Ayurvedic Diet pills in India using a fat lady stuffing herself with mince pie. (Great if the picture was of her mouth wide open)
Local remedy for impotence with a young, scrawny male, looking embarrassed, in Saudi Arabia. (Sexual powers very important there, I hear)

Any other suggestions… feel free to add

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unwanted friends

September 17, 2007 at 12:44 pm · Filed under HELP, facebook

Just received notification that an old friend from high school wants to add me to his facebook.

I never considered him as a friend. I was his punchline to all his jokes. He even has nose as big as Pinocchio. He was one fucking character.

I dont want to add him. Im just going to leave his notification alone.

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Cumming on cam

September 13, 2007 at 2:11 pm · Filed under camming, wifelovers, yahoo

I visit a site called wifelovers. Amateurs post pics of themselves naked, and get responses.

Many ask for comments of their naked wives, some ask for trades, others want to cam2cam. Most of the time the cam2cam invitation is couples 2 couples. Too many single guys (like myself) horny and hard ready to whip out their dicks to jerk off on cam while watching a couple/female get naked.

I get lucky sometimes. A husband will post pics of their wife, reading the comments. I post my comment, thanking them for sharing their wife and offer if they are interested to watch me jerk off while they share more of their wife in yahoo. For some reason, the husband responds. We chat and find out the wife is working, which begs the question wtf is the husband doing sharing pics of his wife, while she is at work.

I start my cam, he starts sharing more of his wife and I start pumping. On some occasions we voice, hearing each other, me panting and grunting like a horny dog and the husband encouraging me, talking nasty (nasty = how the wife is going to fuck my big thick uncircumcised cock). The pictures they share I save to my computer for future “reference”

After I cum, everything is over. We thank each other and disconnect.

I haven’t had encores. Only forgetful husbands that  forget they’ve seen me. Go along just for the pictures.

Its a good buzz.

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Graduated??

September 7, 2007 at 1:42 pm · Filed under HELP, facebook

I joined my high school group on facebook. I graduated from my class, from my high school, in that particular year but the people I see that are in this group I don’t recognize.

I went to an international school in Singapore. Many of my classmates were there in the country because of their parents’ work. The nature of International schools are that students come and go after the school year just because their parents have been sent to another work place. It great you can keep in touch with friends that you made in your last school but it doesn’t count as being part of the “The class of … ” just because you were in the same year before you transfered out. Its just so weird, people I dont recognize as graduated from my high school are in my group.. I always thought you become part of, “The class of “when you graduate not  when you studied with that year and not graduate.

You can’t call yourself an Alum of a college just because you studied for one semester? Can you call yourself alum of Harvard because you attended Harvard Summer school?

maybe I’m just being anal.

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Naked

September 6, 2007 at 1:55 pm · Filed under cock, japan, men

In Japan, nudity among strangers is normal. There are public baths here, my gym has showering booths without curtains and showering space where you sit on stools without anything marking your “space” from the next shower.

I’ve gotten used to this. I can walk from my locker to the showers carrying my towel over my shoulders,  soap in my hand with my dick swinging freely. When I first joined the gym, I was comfortable naked. What I wasn’t comfortable was other men trying to inspect my goods. I can tell they were looking at my dick while they were washing themselves up, or when sitting on the edge of the bathtub. (Japanese like to soak themselves in huge bathtubs)

Honestly, I’ve looked too. Poor men with their cocks hidden behind their thick pubes, needing tweezers to hold them to pee.

Maybe it is true with Japanese men and their size. Maybe they are just small

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Facebook

September 5, 2007 at 2:15 pm · Filed under facebook, friendster

I’ve joined facebook and now have 30+ people as friends.

Some, I haven’t met after graduating high school, one I meet every weekend, few are my relatives that live far to meet frequently.

I just realized after surfing at the site is that I was never popular, in with the crowds, well known for anything. I wasn’t a loner but just never mixed or bonded close enough to be remembered. I was the one you remembered if you needed help with your math homework but didn’t call when you were having a party at your place.

Years later, I wasn’t buddies anyone, why would I want to pretend I was now? Its not like I’m filty rich and everyone wants to be my friend now. Facebook is way to find out if you achieved more in your life than your high school buddies.

I’m starting to think starting facebook was a mistake.

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Hanging ass

September 4, 2007 at 8:40 am · Filed under HELP, japan, women

I have been bad about blogging. Sorry

Question to whoever is reading.

Few weeks ago me and my friend went around for a drive. We had heard about this recreational facility that had opened recently. From what we heard it had a swimming area, skateboard park and a futsal court. This area was on one of the man-made island off where I was living. We drove around and we thought we were on the wrong island. There was no sign of life, no cars around very dead. We were on a stop light and I managed to see the top of a water slide. We found it.

We parked on the street and walked in. Each area had separate entrance fee so it was free for us to walk. While around the park, we saw two girl sitting next to each other watching the futsal game in progress. As we walked behind them one of the girl’s ass was OUT. I’ve seen a lot of asses from girls wearing low-rise jeans but this was clearly the winner. She was not wearing any undies and her crack was exposed to everyone behind her. I was walking behind her to find where the tickets were being sold. We didn’t buy tickets just took a mental note of how much it costs for the next time we make plans.

As we walked back, we noticed a guy sitting a little behind her, under a tree. He wasn’t close enough to watch the game or the skate park. We knew he was admiring the view I was also enjoying.

Question is, do you tell the girl her ass is out? Or do I leave her so the other men can ogle and women get disgusted by blatant display of ass?

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Sheesha bar

September 4, 2007 at 8:29 am · Filed under upskirt, women, x-rated

Last weekend I went to a sheesha bar. It was a new place my friend found on the internet and as part of discovering new places we decided to go.

The place was nothing more than a hole in the wall, in an alley you might find roaches and homeless bums sleeping on the street.  The place had 3 floors. The first floor was the open kitchen and a few bar stools. At the time we came no one was there. The second floor was the main dining area. Small square space with mattress against the wall and floor with tiny coffee tables meant to be used as tables to eat on. In between there were small cushions for people to sit on. We got there and there was a group of 3 (male, female, female) on one corner.

We sat down, ordered our food, drinks and sheesha. Food was good, drinks was great considering it came already in a bottle and sheesha was good. As we were enjoying our sheesha, the place became crowded. Two girls came in and sat on opposite wall from where I was. Average looking, nothing exceptional they sat down, tiptoeing the other guests sitting on the floor. One of the girls was wearing a light blue calf length skirt. It was nice and light, the type that blow up if she were to twirl around like a ballerina.

She sat on the mattress facing me and my friend. She sat with her heels flat on the floor, knees pointing up. The skirt draped down around her legs and gave great view of her legs and panties. She was wearing white and had her knees up while she looked over the menu. By this time I was blowing smoke out of my ears and was little buzzed. I tried to avert my gaze towards her legs, just making quick glimpses.

I was fortunate that I had something to else to keep me occupied.  Next to us, sat two couples, an American couple and a Japanese couple that looked like they were on a double date. The American girl sat next to my friend and she kept turning her head towards us. Eventually she broke ice by asking what flavor sheesha we were having. We kept chatting and took each others pictures using our digital camera. Both the girls were cute, the japanese girl more so showing a lot more skin wearing short shorts showing her smooth tanned legs.

But while buzzed, I let myself stare a bit too long to the open legs across me and I was caught. She folded her legs to the side and kept talking to her friend without a disgust on her face. She did come over to us but she took a book from the book shelf above our heads. I thought she was going to tell me off and embarrass me in front of everyone else but she didnt

We left the shop still buzzed (lack of hemoglobins) and went home. I asked my friend if he saw the view I was having but he was too busy enjoying the flavored tobacco.

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