asiafever
13-12-2012, 10:21 PM
We have already established that Roger's is virtually my second home. When I saw he had found a Japanese girl I was 2 parts sceptical and 8 parts ecstatic.
Japanese girls work for me. I have dated 4 for a combined 3-4 years of my life, and had 'encounters' with several more, but none since 2004.. But each relationship left me broken man. When we seperated they took a piece of my heart with them. Stunningly beautiful girls with a femininity that could melt the polar ice caps. I rang the shop and sure enough Stephanie was available. I booked and raced towards Rydalmere.
I love music. I love rap, rock, metal, dance, soul, pop, reggae, I love it all, and much of my life seems to have had a soundtrack put to it. My time living in Japan and hanging out with musos in particular holds strong memories. We would go out 3-4 nights a week, drinking, watching bands, singing karaoke, whatever, but these guys and gals weren't 'usual'. We'd listen to Eagles, Billy Joel, Beatles, Gunners, Led Zep, Stevie Ray all in one session. Good times. In fact possibly the best times. Anyhow, while driving I switched on the radio. Normally I am a cd man, but as I switched from station to station a song came on. Somebody I used to know I believe it's called. Not my usual cup of tea but somehow I felt like listening to it.
I arrived, rang the buzzer, a new hostess who was quite cute and very well mannered ushered me in and introduced me to stephanie. She is tall, very slim, bleached hair. Pretty-ish without blowing you away with beauty. Up the stairs we went and in to the room. Showered and on the bed. Stephanie and I exchanged small talk about Japan, she turned on her ipod. This is where things turned, how should I put it, surreal.
Her entire ipod was a soundtrack to my 2 years in Japan. It was like she had delved into the far reaches of my rather small brain and extracted memories. As I lay there receiving without doubt the best cbj of my life listening to Hotel California, I wondered if indeed I had entered some bizarre space/time continueum and was back 10 years ago with Aoi the sexy blonde sister of my friend (another story for another day..) who would sing that song at EVERY Karaoke session. After a few minutes of this and me writhing like a snake Stephanie got on for some cowgirl. She felt good, she smelt wonderful, then came "Hard to say I'm sorry" by Chicago. Instantly I was transported to 2004 and my last visit there, and the unparalleled beauty of Rinoa. She was a model/actress/singer and I was besotted. To me, she was the pure embodiment of beauty and grace and all that was to love in a girl. She loved that song, and even quoted it to me when we had 'the talk' of how our relationship could not work over the distance. Rinoa broke my heart, but in the sweetest possible way.
Stephanie quickly snapped me out of my reminiscence by asking if I wanted to try doggy or side-on. We moved into side-on. We moved rhythmically, her breathing getting a little louder, I kissed her neck, fondled her breasts, it was delightful. Then it happened again. "Honesty" by Billy Joel. Suddenly I was back in a karaoke bar with all my best friends in Japan, and on my arm was the sweet Harumi. She was typical Japan, yet not. Perfect figure, cute face, yet she carried more sass than the typical Japanese girl, mostly to do with a tough upbringing when her father died young. We had a special bond, while neither of our second languages were particularly good, we would sit and talk for hours, just enjoying each others company. She was also a singer, and this night in that bar, she sang this song for me, we were there celebrating/commiserating the end of my relationship to a two-time backstabbing bitch, and Harumi's rendition of this song brought tears to eyes. It was her way of reaching out to me to tell me she had feelings for me. It was beautiful. I love her still to this day.
Back to the present. Snap out of it.
Stephanie pulled me closer, wrapping her arm over her shoulder and grabbing my head in to her neck, like she sensed my drifting, she wanted me there, with her. I asked her for her favourite position, she replied in a breathy voice "This.. I could stay like this all night, please don't stop..". She had my undivided attention now. We would stay like that another 20 minutes or so. Faster, slower, deeper, shallower. It was as if my mind had been cleansed and I was ready for her now.
After finishing, and catching breath, her ipod had one more trick up it's sleeve. My heart rate dropped and clarity returned to my foggy brain, then from my right Paul McCartney offered "Yesterday..". Profound, I thought. The last tie I had seen the girl I nearly married, Tomoko, this was playing in the car as I drove away from the airport. I have never forgotten it. It was the last time I saw her.
Showered and said goodbyes. Stephanie has been here 10 years, so her english is very good and she's not straight out of Tokyo. Even now, 10 hours later, I am still trying to grapple with those 45mins and what they meant. Maybe I am over-analysing things. Maybe Stephanie's destiny for today was to exorcise some demons from my past. Who cares? She was great value and worth the visit. Sometimes we just have to stop looking too far in to things that may or may not be there and enjoy a special moment.
Japanese girls work for me. I have dated 4 for a combined 3-4 years of my life, and had 'encounters' with several more, but none since 2004.. But each relationship left me broken man. When we seperated they took a piece of my heart with them. Stunningly beautiful girls with a femininity that could melt the polar ice caps. I rang the shop and sure enough Stephanie was available. I booked and raced towards Rydalmere.
I love music. I love rap, rock, metal, dance, soul, pop, reggae, I love it all, and much of my life seems to have had a soundtrack put to it. My time living in Japan and hanging out with musos in particular holds strong memories. We would go out 3-4 nights a week, drinking, watching bands, singing karaoke, whatever, but these guys and gals weren't 'usual'. We'd listen to Eagles, Billy Joel, Beatles, Gunners, Led Zep, Stevie Ray all in one session. Good times. In fact possibly the best times. Anyhow, while driving I switched on the radio. Normally I am a cd man, but as I switched from station to station a song came on. Somebody I used to know I believe it's called. Not my usual cup of tea but somehow I felt like listening to it.
I arrived, rang the buzzer, a new hostess who was quite cute and very well mannered ushered me in and introduced me to stephanie. She is tall, very slim, bleached hair. Pretty-ish without blowing you away with beauty. Up the stairs we went and in to the room. Showered and on the bed. Stephanie and I exchanged small talk about Japan, she turned on her ipod. This is where things turned, how should I put it, surreal.
Her entire ipod was a soundtrack to my 2 years in Japan. It was like she had delved into the far reaches of my rather small brain and extracted memories. As I lay there receiving without doubt the best cbj of my life listening to Hotel California, I wondered if indeed I had entered some bizarre space/time continueum and was back 10 years ago with Aoi the sexy blonde sister of my friend (another story for another day..) who would sing that song at EVERY Karaoke session. After a few minutes of this and me writhing like a snake Stephanie got on for some cowgirl. She felt good, she smelt wonderful, then came "Hard to say I'm sorry" by Chicago. Instantly I was transported to 2004 and my last visit there, and the unparalleled beauty of Rinoa. She was a model/actress/singer and I was besotted. To me, she was the pure embodiment of beauty and grace and all that was to love in a girl. She loved that song, and even quoted it to me when we had 'the talk' of how our relationship could not work over the distance. Rinoa broke my heart, but in the sweetest possible way.
Stephanie quickly snapped me out of my reminiscence by asking if I wanted to try doggy or side-on. We moved into side-on. We moved rhythmically, her breathing getting a little louder, I kissed her neck, fondled her breasts, it was delightful. Then it happened again. "Honesty" by Billy Joel. Suddenly I was back in a karaoke bar with all my best friends in Japan, and on my arm was the sweet Harumi. She was typical Japan, yet not. Perfect figure, cute face, yet she carried more sass than the typical Japanese girl, mostly to do with a tough upbringing when her father died young. We had a special bond, while neither of our second languages were particularly good, we would sit and talk for hours, just enjoying each others company. She was also a singer, and this night in that bar, she sang this song for me, we were there celebrating/commiserating the end of my relationship to a two-time backstabbing bitch, and Harumi's rendition of this song brought tears to eyes. It was her way of reaching out to me to tell me she had feelings for me. It was beautiful. I love her still to this day.
Back to the present. Snap out of it.
Stephanie pulled me closer, wrapping her arm over her shoulder and grabbing my head in to her neck, like she sensed my drifting, she wanted me there, with her. I asked her for her favourite position, she replied in a breathy voice "This.. I could stay like this all night, please don't stop..". She had my undivided attention now. We would stay like that another 20 minutes or so. Faster, slower, deeper, shallower. It was as if my mind had been cleansed and I was ready for her now.
After finishing, and catching breath, her ipod had one more trick up it's sleeve. My heart rate dropped and clarity returned to my foggy brain, then from my right Paul McCartney offered "Yesterday..". Profound, I thought. The last tie I had seen the girl I nearly married, Tomoko, this was playing in the car as I drove away from the airport. I have never forgotten it. It was the last time I saw her.
Showered and said goodbyes. Stephanie has been here 10 years, so her english is very good and she's not straight out of Tokyo. Even now, 10 hours later, I am still trying to grapple with those 45mins and what they meant. Maybe I am over-analysing things. Maybe Stephanie's destiny for today was to exorcise some demons from my past. Who cares? She was great value and worth the visit. Sometimes we just have to stop looking too far in to things that may or may not be there and enjoy a special moment.