PJD
04-06-2026, 09:45 PM
I feel like I've been taken advantage of and used like a piece of meat... And I love it.
Since starting to sample the many pleasures and personalities at Ginza, Mugi had been on my radar, but I'd look at the roster on any given day and throw a dart at the board, or simply go in blind and see who was available, or see an AR on a girl that sounded like a fun time and stake out a booking and it just never happened until yesterday.
The vibe was very different to a lot of other girls at Ginza to start with to be honest. I'd liken the vast majority to a golden retriever puppy, happy, smiling, energetic and in one case quite literally jumping into my arms within a minute of meeting me. Mugi was very much not like that. No way for me to know whether she was just having an off day/evening or that's just how she is for some people, and it was further exacerbated by the fact she speaks little to no English which absolutely made my attempts to break the ice useless and if I was going to keep with the animal theme I'd say a house cat eyeing off the stranger in her house, neutral and guarded could be apt.
Looks wise... Gorgeous. Absolute stunner. The amalgamation of profile pics give a perfect idea of her body shape, however her hair is darker and they don't show off her tattoos (which is understandable of course). But I like tattoos, so a pleasant surprise.
Thankfully, before long, after a tiny bit of awkward phone translation and a quick shower we were on the bed and both speaking a language I am fluent in. She was more than happy for me to take the lead and start to explore her body with my hands and mouth, and was instantly responsive and vocal when I was doing something she enjoyed, which is like a drug to me, so I was eager to oblige.
After many, many minutes of alternating between various styles of foreplay - and occasionally one of us saying something to the other that they absolutely couldn't understand and getting a blank look in return before carrying on - I decided it was probably time to get a rain jacket on but Mugi had other ideas... I'd forgotten about the pussyslide of course, and it turns out she fucking LOVES grinding up and down a hard shaft while having her nipples played with. I should have realised this already given her penchant for stretching out and grabbing the little fella and rubbing it against herself every time I came up for air for a kiss and play with those glorious breasts, but I guess all the blood needed for proper brain function was being diverted elsewhere.
Now, on this fateful night there were roadworks. Right outside the club. The kind where they were jackhammering the road apart riiiiight below where the bed is in 26... Completely drowned out the music that was playing, but if it wasn't for the heavy equipment I'm sure anyone walking by would have heard her screams, moans, groans, exclamations in Japanese intermixed with a constant stream of "goodgoodgood" when I eventually decided it was time to keep the train rolling and simply picked her up off the little fella and plonked her back down on my face and unleashed every trick in the arsenal to which I was greeted before long with the pleasant surprise of a tiiiiny little gush as she spasmed on top of my face. Brilliant. Buuuut of course, I'd spent some time with a certain tiny super soaker not too long ago so that little switch flicked on in my brain and I threw the kitchen sink at as well and got absolutely drenched as a reward. Poor Mugi looked a bit sheepish as she grabbed a towel to wipe me down and asked "mouthwash?" but after a moment of confusion we both agreed we absolutely don't give a shit and carried on.
Not the expected result from my stunt, but it absolutely got things moving along and as you could imagine any guarded coolness from Mugi was long gone... By this point she was absolutely beaming at me. And sure, she's hot regardless but wow she levels up with a big smile on her face.
Taking the opportunity to get the little fella armoured up we started some mish and as soon as I lifted her hips all the way up to mine she wrapped her legs around me, grabbed onto me and made it crystal clear that she expected to be pounded as hard as I possibly could (admittedly not as hard as 20 years ago, but hey, a green light means go whether you're in a Camry or an F1 car) and I really want to circle back to the animal metaphors for the next part but I can't think of a good one that doesn't also have negative connotations. Every time we really got into a rhythm and I got close, she'd get there first and throw me off - quite literally in some cases - and I was stuck into that vicious cycle until the bane of my existence went off soon after. That fucking buzzer.
She briefly attempted to drain me into her mouth, but at the best of times that needs far more time than we had so we slowly made our way to the shower, with a bit of phone translator talk, broken chatter, kissing and fondling along the way it turned out the next customer was getting grumpy and reception were unfortunately on our case (sorry again guys, and whoever had the slot after me if you frequent these parts... In my defence, I also had to wait around for quite a while for my booking also, so while I am sorry I exacerbated your wait slightly on top of that, I wasn't the entire cause).
As I started to mention before, Mugi's demeanour had entirely shifted away from my initial thoughts, to the point she made me promise to book a longer session next time (to be fair I tried this time on a hunch also, but it couldn't line up with my schedule any other way than sneaking an hour in) and I almost seriously offended her by not giving her a final big hug and kiss at the door before I made my way downstairs... I'd made it a few steps before she made a noise and I saw her arms outstretched in the entrance.
Final thoughts:
1. I think the obligatory YMMV should be laminated A3 and stuck to the door with a neon sign pointing to it. Early on the lack of enthusiasm almost had me mentally write off the hour, and I'm totally down for nearly having an aneurysm pleasuring a hot young girl with massive perfect boobs for virtually an entire hour... But if I was just there to be serviced and blow a load I'm not sure I would have been in the right place.
Counterpoint to that...
2. Hoooooooly fuck those boobs. I 100% stand by what I wrote yesterday about Iori having perfect breasts, but the heat Mugi is packing is simply 1 in a billion. Not even fair to compare anything to them, especially when you add the fact that those nipples are so sensitive and she is so damn vocal when they're played with. Watching those bad boys bounce in those brief minutes of fucking would definitely be worth the price of filming if the sight wasn't already permanently seared into my memory.
3. Will I return? Stupid question.
Since starting to sample the many pleasures and personalities at Ginza, Mugi had been on my radar, but I'd look at the roster on any given day and throw a dart at the board, or simply go in blind and see who was available, or see an AR on a girl that sounded like a fun time and stake out a booking and it just never happened until yesterday.
The vibe was very different to a lot of other girls at Ginza to start with to be honest. I'd liken the vast majority to a golden retriever puppy, happy, smiling, energetic and in one case quite literally jumping into my arms within a minute of meeting me. Mugi was very much not like that. No way for me to know whether she was just having an off day/evening or that's just how she is for some people, and it was further exacerbated by the fact she speaks little to no English which absolutely made my attempts to break the ice useless and if I was going to keep with the animal theme I'd say a house cat eyeing off the stranger in her house, neutral and guarded could be apt.
Looks wise... Gorgeous. Absolute stunner. The amalgamation of profile pics give a perfect idea of her body shape, however her hair is darker and they don't show off her tattoos (which is understandable of course). But I like tattoos, so a pleasant surprise.
Thankfully, before long, after a tiny bit of awkward phone translation and a quick shower we were on the bed and both speaking a language I am fluent in. She was more than happy for me to take the lead and start to explore her body with my hands and mouth, and was instantly responsive and vocal when I was doing something she enjoyed, which is like a drug to me, so I was eager to oblige.
After many, many minutes of alternating between various styles of foreplay - and occasionally one of us saying something to the other that they absolutely couldn't understand and getting a blank look in return before carrying on - I decided it was probably time to get a rain jacket on but Mugi had other ideas... I'd forgotten about the pussyslide of course, and it turns out she fucking LOVES grinding up and down a hard shaft while having her nipples played with. I should have realised this already given her penchant for stretching out and grabbing the little fella and rubbing it against herself every time I came up for air for a kiss and play with those glorious breasts, but I guess all the blood needed for proper brain function was being diverted elsewhere.
Now, on this fateful night there were roadworks. Right outside the club. The kind where they were jackhammering the road apart riiiiight below where the bed is in 26... Completely drowned out the music that was playing, but if it wasn't for the heavy equipment I'm sure anyone walking by would have heard her screams, moans, groans, exclamations in Japanese intermixed with a constant stream of "goodgoodgood" when I eventually decided it was time to keep the train rolling and simply picked her up off the little fella and plonked her back down on my face and unleashed every trick in the arsenal to which I was greeted before long with the pleasant surprise of a tiiiiny little gush as she spasmed on top of my face. Brilliant. Buuuut of course, I'd spent some time with a certain tiny super soaker not too long ago so that little switch flicked on in my brain and I threw the kitchen sink at as well and got absolutely drenched as a reward. Poor Mugi looked a bit sheepish as she grabbed a towel to wipe me down and asked "mouthwash?" but after a moment of confusion we both agreed we absolutely don't give a shit and carried on.
Not the expected result from my stunt, but it absolutely got things moving along and as you could imagine any guarded coolness from Mugi was long gone... By this point she was absolutely beaming at me. And sure, she's hot regardless but wow she levels up with a big smile on her face.
Taking the opportunity to get the little fella armoured up we started some mish and as soon as I lifted her hips all the way up to mine she wrapped her legs around me, grabbed onto me and made it crystal clear that she expected to be pounded as hard as I possibly could (admittedly not as hard as 20 years ago, but hey, a green light means go whether you're in a Camry or an F1 car) and I really want to circle back to the animal metaphors for the next part but I can't think of a good one that doesn't also have negative connotations. Every time we really got into a rhythm and I got close, she'd get there first and throw me off - quite literally in some cases - and I was stuck into that vicious cycle until the bane of my existence went off soon after. That fucking buzzer.
She briefly attempted to drain me into her mouth, but at the best of times that needs far more time than we had so we slowly made our way to the shower, with a bit of phone translator talk, broken chatter, kissing and fondling along the way it turned out the next customer was getting grumpy and reception were unfortunately on our case (sorry again guys, and whoever had the slot after me if you frequent these parts... In my defence, I also had to wait around for quite a while for my booking also, so while I am sorry I exacerbated your wait slightly on top of that, I wasn't the entire cause).
As I started to mention before, Mugi's demeanour had entirely shifted away from my initial thoughts, to the point she made me promise to book a longer session next time (to be fair I tried this time on a hunch also, but it couldn't line up with my schedule any other way than sneaking an hour in) and I almost seriously offended her by not giving her a final big hug and kiss at the door before I made my way downstairs... I'd made it a few steps before she made a noise and I saw her arms outstretched in the entrance.
Final thoughts:
1. I think the obligatory YMMV should be laminated A3 and stuck to the door with a neon sign pointing to it. Early on the lack of enthusiasm almost had me mentally write off the hour, and I'm totally down for nearly having an aneurysm pleasuring a hot young girl with massive perfect boobs for virtually an entire hour... But if I was just there to be serviced and blow a load I'm not sure I would have been in the right place.
Counterpoint to that...
2. Hoooooooly fuck those boobs. I 100% stand by what I wrote yesterday about Iori having perfect breasts, but the heat Mugi is packing is simply 1 in a billion. Not even fair to compare anything to them, especially when you add the fact that those nipples are so sensitive and she is so damn vocal when they're played with. Watching those bad boys bounce in those brief minutes of fucking would definitely be worth the price of filming if the sight wasn't already permanently seared into my memory.
3. Will I return? Stupid question.