Service and/or Provider's Name:
My wife
Date of Encounter:
April 2017
Contact Method:
Email, cell phone
Appointment Length & Costs:
5 hours, 15000 yen
Type/Location:
My residence, restaurant, bar
Language Notes:
English and Japanese
Details of the Encounter:
Contacted her the night before to discuss the possibility of a few hours platonic time with the potential for some romantic play afterward. Her initial responses were rather discouraging, but I received an email at work in the afternoon that she had located a restaurant she wanted to try, so we booked. Arrived at the meeting point, which was my residence, and I changed clothes while she showered. Upon emerging from the shower, she corrected my choice of attire several times. Ultimately I asked her what I should wear, and she said, "Whatever you want." So, I put the first outfit back on, which seemed to upset her.
We proceeded to the restaurant she had chosen, and there was not much interaction on the way... a bit of chitchat, but no hand-holding and certainly no kissing or flirting. At one point, she told me that I should know that she likes to walk on the right side of me, so I ended up walking in the street to allow her to execute her preference on the crowded sidewalk. We arrived at the restaurant, which was quite crowded, but we managed to get a seat. She seemed nervous or uptight, and when I asked her what was wrong, she said she didn't like this restaurant. So, we got up and walked the streets until we found a nice wine cafe. The cafe was gaijin friendly and the waiter offered me an English menu, which I declined, but she said, "No, take the English menu." Her reason, which she told both me and the waiter, was that I am めんどくさい if I use a Japanese menu. I thanked her for her wisdom. After quite a bit of back and forth about the wine list and whether to order the wine I wanted and would surely pay for or to let the waiter pick one, a discussion which was not at all めんどくさい, we ultimately went with her suggestion of letting the waiter choose the wine, because that will never result in us getting the bottle they've been trying to get rid of. I suggested we order cheese to have with the wine, but she declared it "too early to order cheese" so we waited until after the wine came, and then we ordered food and finally the cheese. The wine was pretty decent (a Bordeaux, but nothing particularly memorable) and the food was pretty good. At the end of the meal, the fucking cheese finally arrived. We were out of wine by that point.
When the bill came, it was obvious she expected me to pay for it, even though we had not agreed to any terms yet by that point. Hoping to salvage the latter part of the night, I paid it without comment.
We then boarded a train and went to another part of town where we attended a bar and I sampled an entire row of single malt scotches, arranged from Speyside to Islay, in a quantity sufficient to anesthetize a small pachyderm, while she sipped a gin martini. We talked about the movies Beerfest, Eurotrip and American Pie, for reasons I cannot remember through the Speyside mists. The bill came and I again paid, and she said it was time to go back to my residence. On the train, she became quite frisky and cuddled me a lot. No, wait. I'm remembering that wrong. She sat in the only seat and left me standing by the door. When we departed the train and started walking back to my residence, she complained that I was walking too fast, and also that I was talking too loudly. I was pleased to receive this valuable feedback for the betterment of myself.
Once inside my residence, she took off her coat and I noticed that her body was tight and slim, like the body of a woman driven by fear of mortality to exercise compulsively and without joy, similar to my sex life. I approached her from behind and put a hand gently on her shoulder. She executed a deft barrel roll and said, "ちょっとまって” and moved from the hallway into the living room. She turned on the TV while I took off my light jacket and hung it in the hall closet. When I closed the door, she was sprawled on the couch, lightly snoring.
Final Thoughts:
Not Recommended, Will Repeat. I have little choice.
Closing Comments:
I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll say it again: for this amount of money I could have booked Meyrin!
My wife
Date of Encounter:
April 2017
Contact Method:
Email, cell phone
Appointment Length & Costs:
5 hours, 15000 yen
Type/Location:
My residence, restaurant, bar
Language Notes:
English and Japanese
Details of the Encounter:
Contacted her the night before to discuss the possibility of a few hours platonic time with the potential for some romantic play afterward. Her initial responses were rather discouraging, but I received an email at work in the afternoon that she had located a restaurant she wanted to try, so we booked. Arrived at the meeting point, which was my residence, and I changed clothes while she showered. Upon emerging from the shower, she corrected my choice of attire several times. Ultimately I asked her what I should wear, and she said, "Whatever you want." So, I put the first outfit back on, which seemed to upset her.
We proceeded to the restaurant she had chosen, and there was not much interaction on the way... a bit of chitchat, but no hand-holding and certainly no kissing or flirting. At one point, she told me that I should know that she likes to walk on the right side of me, so I ended up walking in the street to allow her to execute her preference on the crowded sidewalk. We arrived at the restaurant, which was quite crowded, but we managed to get a seat. She seemed nervous or uptight, and when I asked her what was wrong, she said she didn't like this restaurant. So, we got up and walked the streets until we found a nice wine cafe. The cafe was gaijin friendly and the waiter offered me an English menu, which I declined, but she said, "No, take the English menu." Her reason, which she told both me and the waiter, was that I am めんどくさい if I use a Japanese menu. I thanked her for her wisdom. After quite a bit of back and forth about the wine list and whether to order the wine I wanted and would surely pay for or to let the waiter pick one, a discussion which was not at all めんどくさい, we ultimately went with her suggestion of letting the waiter choose the wine, because that will never result in us getting the bottle they've been trying to get rid of. I suggested we order cheese to have with the wine, but she declared it "too early to order cheese" so we waited until after the wine came, and then we ordered food and finally the cheese. The wine was pretty decent (a Bordeaux, but nothing particularly memorable) and the food was pretty good. At the end of the meal, the fucking cheese finally arrived. We were out of wine by that point.
When the bill came, it was obvious she expected me to pay for it, even though we had not agreed to any terms yet by that point. Hoping to salvage the latter part of the night, I paid it without comment.
We then boarded a train and went to another part of town where we attended a bar and I sampled an entire row of single malt scotches, arranged from Speyside to Islay, in a quantity sufficient to anesthetize a small pachyderm, while she sipped a gin martini. We talked about the movies Beerfest, Eurotrip and American Pie, for reasons I cannot remember through the Speyside mists. The bill came and I again paid, and she said it was time to go back to my residence. On the train, she became quite frisky and cuddled me a lot. No, wait. I'm remembering that wrong. She sat in the only seat and left me standing by the door. When we departed the train and started walking back to my residence, she complained that I was walking too fast, and also that I was talking too loudly. I was pleased to receive this valuable feedback for the betterment of myself.
Once inside my residence, she took off her coat and I noticed that her body was tight and slim, like the body of a woman driven by fear of mortality to exercise compulsively and without joy, similar to my sex life. I approached her from behind and put a hand gently on her shoulder. She executed a deft barrel roll and said, "ちょっとまって” and moved from the hallway into the living room. She turned on the TV while I took off my light jacket and hung it in the hall closet. When I closed the door, she was sprawled on the couch, lightly snoring.
Final Thoughts:
Not Recommended, Will Repeat. I have little choice.
Closing Comments:
I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll say it again: for this amount of money I could have booked Meyrin!
