Overnight romance in Kabukicho

一夜恋路に歌舞伎町で

Tokyo !

This place in the world of virtue and depravation, a place where you can meet so many charming peoples. I love so much living

This night of November 18th 2016, after having a tasteful dinner at my preferred Izakaya in Shinjuku I had a date with a very cute girl from Hong-Kong, at Mitsu-Mitsu Bar in Kabukicho. It seems that I often have a love affair beginning there.
I went one hour before the planned meeting with this model, so I would have time to chitchat with Yoi san the owner. There where 3 girls in the bar, already knew two of them. This is where I met Tsukio.

While talking, she was playing some kind of funny perverted and dirty game with Tanuki and Ningyou, my two buddies who accompany me all over the world.

Oh! I already loved her!
(and this is now the beginning of a new story, don’t miss a chapter!)

This night of November 18th 2016, after having a tasteful dinner at my preferred Izakaya in Shinjuku I had a date with a very cute girl from Hong-Kong, at Mitsu-Mitsu Bar in Kabukicho. It seems that I often have a love affair beginning there.
I went one hour before the planned meeting with this model, so I would have time to chitchat with Yoi san the owner. There where 3 girls in the bar, already knew two of them. This is where I met Tsukio.

While talking, she was playing some kind of funny perverted and dirty game with Tanuki and Ningyou, my two buddies who accompany me all over the world.

Oh! I already loved her!

(and this is now the beginning of a new story, don’t miss a chapter!)

「羨ましい美しいう成って散る紅葉」
” urayamashī utsukushī u natte chiru momiji “
how I envy maple leafage which turns beautiful then falls
– Shikō (1664-1731)


So, you are such a perverted and sexual pleasure oriented mind as myself, was my thoughts. Of course when I proposed to tie her up she said yes, then I choose a juban for her…

“Perversion is just another form of art. It’s like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium. ” <span class=”text_exposed_show”
― C.M. Stunich, Losing Me, Finding You

I definitely loved her smell and taste, then I had a desire to discover her body. Her shyness was so cute at the same time.
“The Flower that smells the sweetest is Shy and Lowly.” <span class=”text_exposed_show”
― William Wordsworth

Did not have my kanzashi pouch this night, but the red tenugui would fit her juban to hold her hair. And I so deeply loved this light but firm resistance she had when I added a rope on her right thigh.
I had then to hold it wide open to make her feel as Ningyou when she played with her a few minutes earlier, shy.

“If you say I hide things because I’m shy, that can’t be right. I’ve finally realized it’s for a different reason– that I don’t want to see the darkness that lies in my heart”
― Natsuo Kirino, Real World

I love to relate my feelings and what happens when we play. And usually you only can see the photo I take. Fortunately this particular evening there were many peoples in Mitsu Bar and so you can see and enjoy my face when enjoying these plays, Thanks to Yoi san and Yuki san, you can see the scene of pleasures…

“Pleasure to me is wonder
—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.”
― H.P. Lovecraft

I learned a new Japanese word this night… 気持ちいい (kimochii) meaning “feeling good” and everyone at this time was feeling good for different reasons. Was also so friendly and funny.
I now had a desire to go somewhere more intense in the pain.

“Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports.”
― P.D. James, The Lighthouse

She was so beautiful, I could hear her deep and slow breezing and smelling this very particular soft smell of pain and pleasure mixed in a spicy fragrance.

“Sex pleasure in women is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.”
― Simone de Beauvoir

“Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.”
― Pablo Neruda

As an Ikebana during fall I had desire to make you even more beautiful than you are.

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