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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
You've been to Japan? Woman like the international male element.
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Yes, my Americain friend! And it is not just the silky-bottomed Japanese womans who crave it. The International Male's element has been wielded in the face of a world of womans, from the nipple-stiff gnomettes of Iceland to the sexual-eating Taheetian quivering goddesses that seem as if to step directly out of a Gogain painting (a painter who is liked only by the most sophisticated of peoples) and whose buttocks are possessed with a spirit that makes them tremble and ripple like a burlap sack of puppies sinking to the river’s bottom.
But you do have a point that the Japaneses are especially prone to TIM's hulking loverthoughts. Believe it or not, a Japanese woman almost broke my heart with her longings!! Just last week, I was ordering a Japanese delicacy called a “beef bowl” at a 3-star Michelin Japanese restaurant called YO SHIN OYA (not the tire company, for you flat headed Americains out there!!!), and as the buttery thick Japanese nymph behind the counter turned to fetch my goormand’s dish from the kitchen, I could sense her deep and mystical far-east orient longings reach out to my maddingly pulsing element, as if trying to stretch it across the fancy stainless steel counter and establish a throbbing flesh bridge between us that would unite the east and the west in the most passionate yet intelligent ways.
But the Japanese womans are shy in a very sexxy way, and as she handed me my food, I knew that I would come back when fewer patrons were around. Japanese womans prize privacy among all other things, second to unbridleded mouthlust. I looked at the name tag – almost illegible from all of her shivering with honorable yet hungering restraint – turned around, and walked out the door, trying to remember the foreign letters on her nametag: “Rosa Gutierrez.” I will always remember her as the Japanese one that got away.
Look at ME!!:
