Massage therapist and dance teacher

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When I first started having sex, I would always count the girls I'd been with on my fingers: one, two... ten, twenty... Occasionally, in the quiet of the night, I'd replay their faces like a movie in my mind. But I don't know when it started, I lost interest and stopped counting.

The sex experience that remains most memorable for me was with a Japanese female teacher, or rather, a mature woman—let's call her Teacher Tsuru.

At the time, I was working at a massage parlor. Having studied traditional Chinese medicine and massage, as well as anatomy and physiology, and with my lifelong fascination and research into sex, I could practically get any woman I massaged, as long as she wasn't too conservative, into bed with her.

Of course, many Japanese people are actually quite conservative, not as open as we might imagine, especially with new clients.

Xiaohe is not conservative and is a regular customer. She used to be a dancer, but after she got older and her career declined, she opened her own dance school, teaching others while learning new dance styles herself. She has a beautiful face and a slender figure, which naturally attracted me. After serving her a few times, I started to boldly massage her sensitive areas. Of course, I wouldn't touch her private parts; I would only use skin traction to indirectly tease her.

For example, when massaging her thighs, I would tell her that oil massage was more effective than massage. After convincing her to use oil, I would gently but firmly massage the back of her thighs in a counter-clockwise direction outwards. This technique is really effective. Generally, with this technique, a woman's vulva will open wide, especially women with larger labia. They will be aroused very quickly, and within a few minutes, you can hear the sound of water.

Once, when I was seeing her off, she asked shyly and gently, "Can I like you?"

Faced with her delicate shyness, my answer was naturally, of course.

At that time, I had an absolutely strong need for sex, and making love was essential every time we met.

The first time we made love was when she came to my house. To make it special, I even cooked dinner for her myself.
After dinner, I tidied up a bit, and she sat on my bed to rest (it was a makeshift bed on the floor, not a real bed, and the room wasn't big). We looked at each other in silence, so I moved closer to her, and she responded enthusiastically.
I valued foreplay. I gently embraced her, and she squirmed coyly, so I held her tighter, kissed the back of her ear, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and teased her with light, fleeting touches, breathing softly on her. She was very sensitive and soon began to moan. I kissed my way down from behind her ear, knowing that areas with many blood vessels are usually more sensitive. I used my tongue to tease her pink neck and sexy collarbone, and she breathed even more heavily.

It was autumn, and she wasn't wearing much. I took the opportunity to push her down onto the bed, skillfully removing her clothes and bra. I gently grasped her breasts with the same technique as Kato-sensei, licking her nipples. Then I moved downwards, exploring the depths of her pubic hair.

The first time we made love went smoothly; she was very wet and quickly reached orgasm. I became infatuated with her from then on.
Two times stand out in my memory.

The first time was in her bathtub. We were snuggling together, and perhaps because I had been soaking for a long time, I got a little dizzy and felt a bit short of breath. I knelt on the floor and didn't move, which startled her.

I joked with her then, "If I die, you'll definitely be on the front page tomorrow, with the headline 'Tokyo University student dies naked in wife's bed.'" She smiled coquettishly.

That day, I was in high spirits. I first helped her lick until she orgasmed, and after that, I still wasn't satisfied. I said that didn't count; it was just a clitoral orgasm. I wanted a vaginal orgasm. She acquiesced. After a woman has an orgasm, it's relatively easy for her to orgasm again, so I didn't use my fingers to stimulate her G-spot and went straight for it with my penis.

She was lying on her back, and I held her legs, thrusting her head from the bed to the foot of the bed, dangling it in the air. She arched her back, gripping my hand to keep her balance, until she was completely limp and silent.

Men like to change positions during sex because they're afraid of ejaculating, but actually, changing positions will delay a woman's orgasm. So, repeated thrusting in one position is actually the easiest way to achieve an orgasm.

To be honest, my penis was a little sore at this point, but I still didn't ejaculate.

Actually, I don't really like ejaculating during sex; I like the feeling of conquering a woman. As long as I bring her to orgasm, whether I orgasm or not doesn't matter.

After her brief rest, I started sucking her nipples again, telling her I wanted to give her a nipple orgasm. Actually, I've never given a woman a nipple orgasm before, but that day I just really wanted to achieve a grand slam.

Having already experienced clitoral and vaginal orgasms, I was sufficiently satisfied. Plus, my penis was a little sore, so I patiently licked her nipples, stroked her back, and occasionally teased her vulva. She responded very well and orgasmed again, giving me immense satisfaction. I

'd often heard that Japanese women faked orgasms, and I hadn't encountered anything like nipple orgasms since, but judging from her spasmodic reaction, it probably wasn't fake.

What happened next further confirmed my suspicions.

That day was at her dance school—it was really just two aerobics rooms, but in Ginza, where space is incredibly expensive, it was considered quite nice.

After the students left, she was about to leave too. Since we always made love for several hours, there wasn't enough time left. But looking at the empty room and the bench in the rest area, I didn't want her to leave. Skipping all foreplay, I directly pulled down her panties, laid her flat on the bench, lifted her legs, and decisively penetrated her.
She seemed a little nervous and reluctant, but I didn't care. I continued thrusting slowly, forcefully, and rhythmically. Actually, after studying anatomy and physiology, we know that the rapid thrusting in AVs is just for artistic effect, often just for mental enjoyment. True physical enjoyment, however, often requires slow and powerful thrusting.

After she predictably orgasmed twice more, I checked my watch. We couldn't delay any longer, so we quickly dressed and rushed to the station.

The school wasn't far from the station; we jogged along, and just past the traffic lights, we were almost there when she squatted down and stopped. I asked her worriedly what was wrong, and she whispered, head down, "I orgasmed again."

At that moment, my heart pounded. I felt like the god of sex, so incredibly happy. What kind of fate could bring me to such a gem?

So I helped her up, and after a brief pause, seeing she still wasn't recovering, I lifted her up and, with a gasp, carried her across the street.

What followed was quite painful. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and needed hormone injections for treatment. During the treatment, her menstruation stopped, and she gradually lost interest in men. She needed lubricant for sex, which wasn't the kind of sex I wanted. She often suggested I find other normal girls. Adding to this, my thesis and other problems
arose, and after keeping a photo of her as a memento, we gradually lost contact.

Now, six or seven years have passed since our breakup, but whenever I think back, she's always the first person I think of. Are you doing well? Xiaohe.

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