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Service and/or Provider's Name:
Eva at Maruhi Densetsu
Date of Encounter:
4 weeks ago
Contact Method:
Walk-in
Appointment Length & Costs:
120 mins, 15,000 JPY/hour + tax and LH
Type/Location:
Deri heru dispatch from Gotanda (map here).
Language Notes:
They don't speak English, none needed, Eva speaks more languages than most of us
Details of the Encounter:
We continue Fun Without Nihongo where we left it last time, at Maruhi Densetsu In Gotanda. Fun Without Nihongo is a small series intended for the experienced monger with zero Japanese skills. A concept that is ruthlessly tested by this reporter, who can be caught saying "konnichi wa" way into the evening. Maruhi Densetsu stands, if Google Translate is not putting me on, for “Secret Legend.” In the interest of saving precious keystrokes, we will call it MD. And an MD is what the faint of heart will need if they retrace my steps on this one.
MD claims to be active in the sexy housewives, or MILF trade. Contrary to the cliche, Japanese punters are not solely into barely legal, giggly kawai girls with big eyes, and who sound like Mickey Mouse having an orgasm. As the plentiful supply of erogenous homemakers attests, Japanese demand for more mature is high. MD’s offerings range the gamut from a skinny, and a pocha 19 year old all the way into the saucy 40s. All very good looking, and it the hands of a more ruthless agent, they would go for much more that the 15,000 JPY / hour list price.
With no special female in mind, I made my way to the erotic logistics center behind the Remy department store at Gotanda station. Details as described here. Map and approach pictures here. The elevator brought me to the 3rd floor, and I started my sign language transaction with the man behind the window. I pointed at the MD website on my smartphone. (Necessary, because they distribute for a number of services.) I tapped out “120minutes” on my smartphone (I’m not into quickies.)
“Hai, wakatta,” the man said.
I then pointed at the many ladies on offer, and gave the man an inquisitive look.
He regarded me for 10 seconds, a light bulb went off, and he produced only one card: Eva.
Her picture looked unbelievably photoshopped. The bust defied gravity and genetic possibilities on a Japanese. But as I soon found out in a near-by love hotel, she looked even better in the buff than in the picture, another feat previously thought impossible. At the LH, it quickly was established that Eva spoke perfect English, along with sundry other languages. Eva turned out to be half Italian (hence the troppo grande balcony) and half Japanese, with a dash of Brazilian in the mix. And that was not a reference to her pussy hairdo. The pussy was cleanly shaven, and thrust into my face 30 seconds after we both entered the bathtub.
In the tub, Eva immediately started to play the flute with Mr. Bear Jr., and little Eva was positioned invitingly in front of my face. Who would say “non voglio” to such a masterful display of Italian-Japanese omotenashi? Not me.
In the interest of this report, Eva was thoroughly interviewed by this reporter after we exchanged the tub for the bed. I learned that Eva worked as an air hostess for Alitalia, but when the direct service between Rome and Tokyo was discontinued, so was the job. Where else would you need someone with a 110 cm (43 inches) freestanding bust, and a shaved pussy?
Eva told me that she’s up for just about anything, including play with couples, and SM. She looks dominant enough to make any submissive shake in his slippers, but as a quick test revealed, she also reacts quite approvingly to gentle spanking of her nicely shaped culo. She also told me that she’s not overly popular with the male Japanese, as they “usually are scared of me.” Pansies they are. Eva definitely requires the real man.
When the two hours were up, we exchanged Line numbers, I quickly found myself in possession of a few more enticing pictures of the magnifica Eva, and an avenue to initiate further transactions without the middleman behind the window.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, Will Repeat. You bet your culo I will.
Closing Comments:
If you need the occasional break from your bad case of chronic yellow fever that kept you in Tokyo, if once in a while you yearn back to the ample offerings of the old country, like a sudden craving for a fatty hamhock instead of sushi, a huge rack instead of the Japanese flatlands, then do yourself a favor, and book la Eva grande. No nihongo required, and a steal at 15,000 JPY/hr plus tax. After her, the rest of the world will look flat.
Eva at Maruhi Densetsu
Date of Encounter:
4 weeks ago
Contact Method:
Walk-in
Appointment Length & Costs:
120 mins, 15,000 JPY/hour + tax and LH
Type/Location:
Deri heru dispatch from Gotanda (map here).
Language Notes:
They don't speak English, none needed, Eva speaks more languages than most of us
Details of the Encounter:
We continue Fun Without Nihongo where we left it last time, at Maruhi Densetsu In Gotanda. Fun Without Nihongo is a small series intended for the experienced monger with zero Japanese skills. A concept that is ruthlessly tested by this reporter, who can be caught saying "konnichi wa" way into the evening. Maruhi Densetsu stands, if Google Translate is not putting me on, for “Secret Legend.” In the interest of saving precious keystrokes, we will call it MD. And an MD is what the faint of heart will need if they retrace my steps on this one.
MD claims to be active in the sexy housewives, or MILF trade. Contrary to the cliche, Japanese punters are not solely into barely legal, giggly kawai girls with big eyes, and who sound like Mickey Mouse having an orgasm. As the plentiful supply of erogenous homemakers attests, Japanese demand for more mature is high. MD’s offerings range the gamut from a skinny, and a pocha 19 year old all the way into the saucy 40s. All very good looking, and it the hands of a more ruthless agent, they would go for much more that the 15,000 JPY / hour list price.
With no special female in mind, I made my way to the erotic logistics center behind the Remy department store at Gotanda station. Details as described here. Map and approach pictures here. The elevator brought me to the 3rd floor, and I started my sign language transaction with the man behind the window. I pointed at the MD website on my smartphone. (Necessary, because they distribute for a number of services.) I tapped out “120minutes” on my smartphone (I’m not into quickies.)
“Hai, wakatta,” the man said.
I then pointed at the many ladies on offer, and gave the man an inquisitive look.
He regarded me for 10 seconds, a light bulb went off, and he produced only one card: Eva.
Her picture looked unbelievably photoshopped. The bust defied gravity and genetic possibilities on a Japanese. But as I soon found out in a near-by love hotel, she looked even better in the buff than in the picture, another feat previously thought impossible. At the LH, it quickly was established that Eva spoke perfect English, along with sundry other languages. Eva turned out to be half Italian (hence the troppo grande balcony) and half Japanese, with a dash of Brazilian in the mix. And that was not a reference to her pussy hairdo. The pussy was cleanly shaven, and thrust into my face 30 seconds after we both entered the bathtub.
In the tub, Eva immediately started to play the flute with Mr. Bear Jr., and little Eva was positioned invitingly in front of my face. Who would say “non voglio” to such a masterful display of Italian-Japanese omotenashi? Not me.
In the interest of this report, Eva was thoroughly interviewed by this reporter after we exchanged the tub for the bed. I learned that Eva worked as an air hostess for Alitalia, but when the direct service between Rome and Tokyo was discontinued, so was the job. Where else would you need someone with a 110 cm (43 inches) freestanding bust, and a shaved pussy?
Eva told me that she’s up for just about anything, including play with couples, and SM. She looks dominant enough to make any submissive shake in his slippers, but as a quick test revealed, she also reacts quite approvingly to gentle spanking of her nicely shaped culo. She also told me that she’s not overly popular with the male Japanese, as they “usually are scared of me.” Pansies they are. Eva definitely requires the real man.
When the two hours were up, we exchanged Line numbers, I quickly found myself in possession of a few more enticing pictures of the magnifica Eva, and an avenue to initiate further transactions without the middleman behind the window.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, Will Repeat. You bet your culo I will.
Closing Comments:
If you need the occasional break from your bad case of chronic yellow fever that kept you in Tokyo, if once in a while you yearn back to the ample offerings of the old country, like a sudden craving for a fatty hamhock instead of sushi, a huge rack instead of the Japanese flatlands, then do yourself a favor, and book la Eva grande. No nihongo required, and a steal at 15,000 JPY/hr plus tax. After her, the rest of the world will look flat.
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