Many Women Reach Out Wanting to “Entrust Their First Experience” in a Safe Way
Hello, my name is Arashima. I’m a Japanese massage therapist in Tokyo, offering erotic oil massage and soft BDSM experiences for women.
Over the years, I’ve received messages from women of many different backgrounds—different nationalities, ages, and professions.
Surprisingly, a significant number of them are women who have never had sexual experience before, but want to entrust their very first step to someone safe.
These women often tell me that they’ve carried a quiet longing for intimacy for many years, but never had the chance—or courage—to try.
Some are women in their thirties raised in strict Islamic cultures, others are young women from Europe who have just entered adulthood.
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Many of them discover me while traveling in Japan. Out of curiosity, they search online for “erotic massage Tokyo,” stumble upon my blog, and decide to reach out—partly out of curiosity, and partly as a once-in-a-lifetime memory during their trip.
I believe what gives them a sense of comfort is the fact that I’m an experienced professional, and that I promise never to have sex with clients. This boundary often provides reassurance.
Message from a Korean-American Virgin Woman
This time, the message I received was from—
a virgin Korean-American woman.
【 Nickname 】：●●
【 Age 】：23
【 Height (cm) 】：155
【 Weight 】：56～60kg
【 Nationality 】：American
【 Date and time for session 】：9/18 sometime after dinner? I can also meet in the day
【 Occupation 】：
【 Area for session 】：Shinjuku or Shibuya
【 Service requested 】：
Hug
spooning
Cuddling up
Sexual/Erotic oil massage
Getting your body gently washed by the therapist
Sensual body licking by the therapist
Yoni (Vagina) massage
Fingering
Oral sex (Cunnilingus)
BDSM
【 Message 】：
I have no sexual experience so I just chose things I thought I might be interested in (so maybe soft bdsm?). Sorry it’s a little last minute but this is something I worked up the courage to do before I leave Japan the 19th. I really have no idea what I am doing. I am staying in the shinjuku area but can travel to meet if needed. I know tomorrow is a little fast so I will try to match any availability you have.
Her name is Su-yeon (pseudonym).
She had never dated a man before, not even kissed.
Yet she bravely shared her secret desire with me: “I’m curious not only about erotic massage, but especially about soft BDSM.”
Soft BDSM, in my sessions, is always light and gentle.
It may include a blindfold, light restraints, or playful commands—things that make a woman blush with excitement while still feeling safe and cared for.
She confessed that such “slightly daring experiences” had always been part of her private fantasies.
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She told me she was looking forward to meeting me, but also admitted she felt nervous and even a little scared.
This is very natural—not only for virgins, but for almost everyone before their first session with me.
Because of the intimacy of my service, it sometimes happens that someone cancels at the last minute.
I completely understand this, and I would never push anyone to meet if they don’t feel ready.
That’s why I always say: “You can come with the mindset of just receiving a normal aroma relaxation massage.”
If, after meeting, you feel it’s not the right time for erotic massage, that’s perfectly fine.
Even a simple relaxation session can help release physical tension and calm your mind—that alone has real value.
Of course, when women take a small step of courage, they almost always tell me afterward, “I’m so glad I tried this.”
Many even come back for another session.
So please know: you don’t need special preparation, or a strong determination.
Just come with the thought, “I want to relax a little today.”
That’s enough—and I’ll be happy to welcome you.
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A September Night Encounter in Shinjuku, Tokyo
It was mid-September, when the last traces of summer heat still lingered in the Tokyo air.
The sun had just begun to set, and the neon lights of Shinjuku softly colored the streets as I made my way toward a love hotel.
She was staying in a capsule hotel during her trip—just a place to sleep—so we had decided to meet at the love hotel for our session.
The meeting point was right in front of the hotel.
As I walked, I found myself wondering what kind of experience tonight would become.
She had never dated a man before, and had no sexual experience at all.
Whenever I meet a woman like that, I remind myself to be extra careful and gentle—to create an atmosphere of trust above all else.
I arrived a little earlier than planned. A few minutes later, a young woman in a white T-shirt and jeans appeared, walking toward me quietly.
Her black hair matched the description she’d given me.
“Hello, I’m Arashima,” I said.
She smiled nervously and replied, “Nice to meet you, I’m Suyon.”
She looked like an ordinary, sweet, and thoughtful young woman—the kind you might pass by on any Tokyo street.
Seeing her actually there in front of me, I felt a quiet sense of relief.
We chose a room at the front desk, completed the payment, and took the elevator upstairs.
The room was compact but clean, softly lit with a warm glow that gave it a calm, private atmosphere.
It must have been a strange situation for her—meeting a man for the first time, now standing together in a quiet hotel room.
She stood still, not sure how to relax, so I started with light conversation—asking about her trip, her favorite places in Tokyo, her hobbies.
My English isn’t perfect, but she spoke gently, and our small exchanges slowly eased the tension between us.
After a while, I glanced at the clock—it was time.
“Shall we take a shower now?” I said with a gentle tone, and went into the bathroom first.
As warm water ran over my body, I took a moment to calm my mind—to prepare myself to make her feel safe and cared for.
When I finished, I handed her a new towel and a bathrobe.
As she disappeared into the bathroom, I began preparing the space for the massage—
determined to make this session a beautiful, peaceful experience for her.
She had trusted me enough to take this step, and I wanted her to feel, deep down, that meeting me had been the right choice.
The quiet first massage
I gently laid her face down on the bed, easing off the robe she was wearing.
Then I covered her body again with it — softly, respectfully, as if protecting her from the unfamiliar air.
The room glowed faintly under the warm orange light.
It was silent, almost sacred — a calmness that made even the smallest movement feel meaningful.
I lifted the robe slightly to her thighs and poured warm massage oil into my hands.
As I spread it slowly over her skin, her slightly sun-kissed legs began to shimmer.
Her skin was smooth — tender to the touch, almost clinging to my palms.
“You have beautiful skin,” I murmured.
She smiled shyly, whispering, “Thank you.”
For twenty-three years, she had lived carefully, sincerely — untouched.
Now, for the first time, she was allowing someone to explore her body, and I could feel her quiet courage in every breath.
My hands moved slowly — from her lower body to her back, her shoulders, her arms.
Occasionally, my fingertips brushed her sides in the lightest feather touch.
Each breath she took grew deeper, softer, as if she were slowly melting into the moment.
I leaned closer, letting our bodies touch, feeling her warmth seep through.
Perhaps she could feel mine too — the pulse, the quiet heat, the rhythm between us.
Each time my breath grazed her back, her body trembled slightly.
That gentle reaction — delicate, wordless — said more than anything else could.
It was the language of a woman experiencing touch for the very first time.
I asked her gently to lie on her back.
She paused for just a second — a tiny breath of hesitation — and then slowly turned over,
still holding the robe close to her chest.
The motion was tender, deliberate, filled with both nervousness and courage.
As she exhaled softly, I could sense her tension beginning to melt away.
Starting again from her legs,
I let my hands glide upward — over her thighs, her stomach, her chest —
moving with care and patience, letting silence fill the room.
Her body grew heavier, more relaxed,
as if she was surrendering herself to the rhythm of my touch,
like a wave letting itself return to the shore.
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But I knew why she had come to see me.
More than relaxation, she wanted to feel.
She had told me she was curious about soft BDSM —
that she might be a submissive,
someone who longed to be gently but firmly guided, controlled.
Her virginity did not make her fragile.
If anything, it revealed the depth of her desire —
a quiet, patient longing that had waited years for expression.
I reached into my bag and took out an eye mask and a soft adhesive tape.
“May I put these on you?” I asked,
keeping my tone calm and gentle.
She drew a short breath,
then nodded, firmly and clearly —
“Yes.”
There was no fear in her voice.
Only trust, and a quiet anticipation
that filled the room like a heartbeat.
I gently placed a blindfold over her eyes, then guided her wrists above her head, softly securing them.
The air between us grew heavy, filled with quiet tension and anticipation.
“What should I do next…” I whispered, a faint smile crossing my lips.
She couldn’t move, but in her stillness, I could sense both her nervousness and the subtle excitement she was trying to hide.
It was a delicate balance — between surrender and trust.
Slowly, I reached for the edge of the robe that covered her body and lifted it just slightly.
The warm light brushed across her skin, revealing her natural beauty — unguarded, real, and deeply human.
She tried to hide herself out of modesty, but I gently held her hands in place, assuring her with silence.
At that moment, what filled the room was not shame, but intimacy — the kind that comes only when two people decide to trust each other completely.
I wondered what it must feel like to be seen completely naked by the opposite sex for the first time.
Watching her shy, flustered reactions stirred something deep inside me — a mix of excitement and fascination.
Before me were two beautifully full breasts, and there was no way I could resist the urge to touch them.
My fingertips slowly traveled upward from her stomach until they reached the soft curves of her chest.
The hands I had been gently holding trembled as a faint moan escaped her lips.
From above, I watched her reactions — entranced — as I continued to caress her sensually, almost obsessively.
Her body looked incredibly beautiful as she lay there, blindfolded and with her hands restrained.
I was overcome by the urge to feel her more closely.
Lying beside her, I slipped an arm around her and pressed my lips gently against her ear while softly caressing her breasts.
Unable to move, she surrendered to my touch, her breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.
My hardened body brushed against her thigh, and I whispered into her ear, telling her how aroused I was just by seeing and touching her.
She let out a quiet moan, “Ahhh…”
From time to time, I gently pinched her nipples.
Each time, her body shivered with a small spasm.
“Does it feel good?” I asked, and she nodded in response.
Not content with teasing her with my fingers alone, I let my lips explore her body as well.
I trailed my lips slowly along her neck, her shoulders, down her arms, over her sides, and across her breasts—finally reaching her nipples.
Helpless and breathless, she could only surrender to the sensations as I continued to taste her skin, guided entirely by instinct.
Taking my time, I could sense her arousal rising, almost reaching its peak.
My fingers began to wander downward—over her belly, through the soft hair between her thighs, and finally to her most intimate place.
Just as I expected, she was already wet, her warmth and desire coating my fingertips.
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In that moment, all I wanted was to savor every part of her—and to lead her toward pleasures she had never known before.
I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered,
“May I taste you there, too?”
She hesitated for a moment, her breath trembling with shyness,
then answered softly, almost in a whisper,
“…Yes, please.”
She spread her legs in an M-shape, exposing herself completely to me.
There was something so vulnerable, so intoxicatingly erotic about that moment.
To tease her even more, I murmured gently,
“Everyone could see you like this…”
I knew it might be too much for her—she was a virgin, after all—
but I could sense that part of her was curious, even a little excited.
“This is so embarrassing…”
she murmured, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of red.
For a moment, I simply watched her, taking in the sight of her exposed body and the way she trembled under my gaze.
Then, slowly, I lowered my face between her thighs.
My tongue traced a gentle line upward, from bottom to top, savoring the warmth of her skin as she gasped softly.
A quiet sense of satisfaction filled me as I felt her body respond with pleasure.
I moved my tongue slowly, again and again, tracing an upward path each time.
Her warmth coated my tongue with a smooth, silky wetness.
When I finally lifted my mouth away, a delicate thread of moisture lingered in the air before falling softly onto the sheets.
It was the first time she had ever been touched in that way.
She was letting a man she had just met—
someone from a different country and a different world—
taste the most private part of her body.
I couldn’t help but wonder if that contrast,
that mix of strangeness and vulnerability,
was somehow adding to her excitement.
Then, I gently guided her onto all fours.
What an incredibly erotic sight it was—
her body fully exposed, glistening faintly in the light.
The beauty of her vulnerability stirred something deep inside me.
I gave her a few light taps, just enough to make her gasp softly.
Then, once more, I licked her vagina from behind, making slurping sounds. To make her feel that she was being fucked by my mouth right now. Gripping her large breasts with both hands.
No matter how much I licked, the sticky liquid kept overflowing.
As the time went on, her body began to give in — her face sank softly into the sheets, her strength melting away.
I laid her on her back again, teasing her gently with my fingers and mouth, not allowing her to escape the waves that kept building inside her.
She cried out again and again, her voice raw and honest — as if years of restraint were finally breaking free.
Perhaps it was because she had never known this before; every sensation seemed to strip away reason, leaving only pure instinct and pleasure.
I found myself wishing this moment would never end.
By the time she finally reached her release, nearly three hours had passed — yet to me, it felt like only a fleeting instant, suspended in warmth and breath and quiet surrender.
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A Gentle Memory That Stays
A few hours after our session, I received a message from her:
“ I know I will remember this for a long time since it was my first experience doing anything like this. Thank you again for making it a good experience for me. ”
Reading her words, I felt quietly relieved.
I wondered if it might have been a little too intense for her,
especially since it was her first experience.
But if this time we shared could remain in her heart as a gentle, positive memory—
that alone would be enough for me.
For me, too, the session was unforgettable.
There’s something deeply moving about being present when someone decides to open their heart for the first time.
And someday, when she meets someone special,
I hope this experience reminds her that it’s okay to trust, to feel, and to embrace her own desires.
Moments like this remind me why I continue this work —
to create spaces where women can rediscover tenderness, confidence, and the quiet joy of being touched with care.
If you’re a virgin and have been quietly curious about what it feels like to be touched with care and respect — and you wish to experience something new while in Tokyo — please feel free to message me.
There’s no pressure, no judgment — just a safe space where you can take your first step at your own pace.
Whether it’s a gentle massage, a soft BDSM session, or simply a moment of closeness,
you are welcome exactly as you are.
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