PJD
20-06-2026, 06:23 AM
I'd been sneaking a peek at the roster in the evening all damn week hoping to see her pop back up... first time, didn't have time to make the trip to Ginza. Second time, left things late and couldn't secure a booking once I realised I could make the time... Third time, knew I had an early start and a physically demanding work day ahead of me... but fuck it, locked in the late booking. Probably not the best idea thinking back on it, I reckon even fully rested and alert my cardio is lacking to keep up with this one, but it absolutely had to be done and I have no regrets even though to rub the salt in the wound of my energy levels on the way in I got messages one after the other saying 15 mins late, then 30 mins late (and then a little extra wait as a cherry on top once I arrived) but at least it gave me time to get a quick snack beforehand.
No roadworks this time, DJ Mugi's playlist was a much better soundtrack for the session than the damn racket that was going on outside last time! Unfortunately though, fate put us in 27 and even though I rearranged the pillows a bit for safety, we still both managed to bonk ourselves on the back of the head on the damn shelf above the bed during the session... but god, it turns out if you click with her, the guarded hesitation is absolutely gone on the repeat.
This time when I knocked on the door and was let into the room, Mugi exclaimed "You!" and gave me a big happy smile. I knew to keep my phone handy to translate if needed, and honestly, I'll give her more credit than I previously thought for her English... still definitely not great, but more than I initially thought - I've spent a fair amount of time in izakaya's getting drunk with Japanese locals with varying levels of English, from talking about philosophy, politics and girls purely via phone translation all the way through the language spectrum and the key is I'm nowhere near as verbose when I'm full of alcohol, and I speak slower. A little bit more effort on my end with that in mind and I was actually pleasantly surprised the language barrier wasn't quite as harsh as I'd thought last time... but the phone was definitely needed for anything even slightly complex.
The flow of the session went much like last time, big puddle on the bed roughly where my head was included which was a pleasant surprise so late in the night (but fuuuuck I had to work for it and was once again met with the biggest brightest goddamn smile, making all that effort 100% worth it). I kept my promise of booking the longer session, so there was no rush as we bounced back and forth between making out, BJ, more making out, DATY, even more making out, pussyslides sprinkled in here and there, simply worshiping those boobs, 69 (funny as fuck that that was her suggestion when I asked her what we should do next given that she has the best intentions but gets so distracted by what you're mouth is doing that the little fella spends a lot of time neglected lol), even more pussyslides, making out and simply marvelling at what mother nature put before me before telling her it was time to sit on my face. This got a confused look, but I wasn't gonna grab the phone for that one but she very quickly understood what I meant when I carefully this time, to avoid the damn shelf above the bed (fuck that is a stupid idea to put that there), moved her on-top of me and before long set off the chain reaction she rode for the rest of the session.
Where things diverted from last time is the damn buzzer didn't go off so damn soon after the raincoat went on. In a sci-fi mashup that can never be, it was like Kylo Ren demanding MORE! while poor Scotty was giving it all he's got captn and I was struggling to keep up before long, because even close to the end of a big day for her, her appetite was absolutely insatiable. I'm actually at a loss for words at how to describe the remainder of the session, because time absolutely flew by, and I was in physical, visual and acoustic bliss. One thing that stuck in my mind (and will never leave) was how she'd grab onto me and pull herself forwards to not only make sure I was unable to slack off, but also get the best possible view of herself getting railed... Fuck I hope at some stage in the future when I make my inevitable return it is in a room with a mirror on the ceiling so I can watch her watch me getting to work à la Kisa.
As I'm about to hit the go button I've remembered a few more salient points I could add... but fuck it, go make your own memories, I think I'll keep these to myself.
To re-iterate and add on to my final thoughts from my last AR:
1. Still potentially a big fucking YMMV on the first visit from my perspective. Who knows, maybe on my first visit she was just not having a great afternoon and it took some time for her to warm to me, but she certainly doesn't forget a good time and whether it was that memory or just the fact that a loooooong unrushed session brings the best out in her definitely made the repeat amazing.
2. In this AR and my previous, I made mention of going reasonably hard with her. Please read the damn room and take THAT as gospel over reading what I have written... What happened with me happened with me, after roughly 40 minutes of foreplay each time, we are lucky enough to be anatomically well matched and she set the pace, not me.
3. After being partially the cause of a Mugi related delay my first session, and on the receiving end of one this session: I'm sensing a pattern. Be warned, you might have delays with your bookings depending on the time of day, and the reason the buzzers go off in such quick succession after the first one I've realised is she 100% doesn't care about the buzzer if she is having fun. I had to be the responsible one this time as much as it hurt me deep in my soul.
4. I was bloody meant to appreciate the tattoos more, but was so lost in her body I forgot to take the time. Guess I'll have to go back, what a shame ;)
No roadworks this time, DJ Mugi's playlist was a much better soundtrack for the session than the damn racket that was going on outside last time! Unfortunately though, fate put us in 27 and even though I rearranged the pillows a bit for safety, we still both managed to bonk ourselves on the back of the head on the damn shelf above the bed during the session... but god, it turns out if you click with her, the guarded hesitation is absolutely gone on the repeat.
This time when I knocked on the door and was let into the room, Mugi exclaimed "You!" and gave me a big happy smile. I knew to keep my phone handy to translate if needed, and honestly, I'll give her more credit than I previously thought for her English... still definitely not great, but more than I initially thought - I've spent a fair amount of time in izakaya's getting drunk with Japanese locals with varying levels of English, from talking about philosophy, politics and girls purely via phone translation all the way through the language spectrum and the key is I'm nowhere near as verbose when I'm full of alcohol, and I speak slower. A little bit more effort on my end with that in mind and I was actually pleasantly surprised the language barrier wasn't quite as harsh as I'd thought last time... but the phone was definitely needed for anything even slightly complex.
The flow of the session went much like last time, big puddle on the bed roughly where my head was included which was a pleasant surprise so late in the night (but fuuuuck I had to work for it and was once again met with the biggest brightest goddamn smile, making all that effort 100% worth it). I kept my promise of booking the longer session, so there was no rush as we bounced back and forth between making out, BJ, more making out, DATY, even more making out, pussyslides sprinkled in here and there, simply worshiping those boobs, 69 (funny as fuck that that was her suggestion when I asked her what we should do next given that she has the best intentions but gets so distracted by what you're mouth is doing that the little fella spends a lot of time neglected lol), even more pussyslides, making out and simply marvelling at what mother nature put before me before telling her it was time to sit on my face. This got a confused look, but I wasn't gonna grab the phone for that one but she very quickly understood what I meant when I carefully this time, to avoid the damn shelf above the bed (fuck that is a stupid idea to put that there), moved her on-top of me and before long set off the chain reaction she rode for the rest of the session.
Where things diverted from last time is the damn buzzer didn't go off so damn soon after the raincoat went on. In a sci-fi mashup that can never be, it was like Kylo Ren demanding MORE! while poor Scotty was giving it all he's got captn and I was struggling to keep up before long, because even close to the end of a big day for her, her appetite was absolutely insatiable. I'm actually at a loss for words at how to describe the remainder of the session, because time absolutely flew by, and I was in physical, visual and acoustic bliss. One thing that stuck in my mind (and will never leave) was how she'd grab onto me and pull herself forwards to not only make sure I was unable to slack off, but also get the best possible view of herself getting railed... Fuck I hope at some stage in the future when I make my inevitable return it is in a room with a mirror on the ceiling so I can watch her watch me getting to work à la Kisa.
As I'm about to hit the go button I've remembered a few more salient points I could add... but fuck it, go make your own memories, I think I'll keep these to myself.
To re-iterate and add on to my final thoughts from my last AR:
1. Still potentially a big fucking YMMV on the first visit from my perspective. Who knows, maybe on my first visit she was just not having a great afternoon and it took some time for her to warm to me, but she certainly doesn't forget a good time and whether it was that memory or just the fact that a loooooong unrushed session brings the best out in her definitely made the repeat amazing.
2. In this AR and my previous, I made mention of going reasonably hard with her. Please read the damn room and take THAT as gospel over reading what I have written... What happened with me happened with me, after roughly 40 minutes of foreplay each time, we are lucky enough to be anatomically well matched and she set the pace, not me.
3. After being partially the cause of a Mugi related delay my first session, and on the receiving end of one this session: I'm sensing a pattern. Be warned, you might have delays with your bookings depending on the time of day, and the reason the buzzers go off in such quick succession after the first one I've realised is she 100% doesn't care about the buzzer if she is having fun. I had to be the responsible one this time as much as it hurt me deep in my soul.
4. I was bloody meant to appreciate the tattoos more, but was so lost in her body I forgot to take the time. Guess I'll have to go back, what a shame ;)