Tokyo love hotel story
Sometimes I stumble across the strangest things floating on the aether of the Internet…
Room No. 605
The bed was round and he tried to reach the ends by spreading out his arms and legs.
Do I look like Michelangelo’s drawing? He asked her raising his head.
- I want to look like Michelangelo’s drawing too, she said and jumped quickly on the bed placing her hands and feet on his. He made sighs of pain and protest.
But you are a woman, it is a man in the drawing.
- Ok then I will tie Michelangelo to the bed, so he can’t escape… bondage girl is anyway more my part! -Where is my belt, Michelangelo?
Read more stories of Japanese No-Tell Motels here.
Avernikas wrote:
don’t hide baby, some times i wish i could come to japan, meet a wonderful girl and actually use a love hotel. But at 6′4″ 342, any potential girl would run screaming, ‘big black man.’
Posted on 13-Mar-09 at 5:46 pm | Permalink
Yuumi wrote:
Nah…we stretch to fit.
Posted on 13-Mar-09 at 7:02 pm | Permalink
alan wrote:
Love hotels are the GREATEST….
I went to several while I was living in Chiba… its amazing how the outside world just evaporates as the doors close… its you and your partner, and the world does not exist… for several hours… as you work the magic, and taste the magic of Japanese women…
Posted on 09-Apr-09 at 1:04 pm | Permalink