My First Time: Virgin’s Real Experience of Oil Massage from Male to Female in Shinjuku Tokyo

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Hi there! I’m a Japanese man offering oil massage and sensual massage services for women in Tokyo.

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I know some people might wonder if I’m still active when I don’t update my blog, so here’s a little update.

A Virgin Woman from the UK Requested an Oil Massage

When you hear about a man giving a woman an oil massage, it’s natural to feel a bit curious — or maybe even excited.
This time, my client was Marcella (a pseudonym), a woman from the United Kingdom, far away from Japan.

And yes… she told me she was a virgin.

She’s been in Japan for a few months and still struggles with the language.
So why would she want an oil massage — from a man — here in Tokyo?

Here’s the message I received from her through my contact form.

【 Nickname 】:Marcella
【 Age 】:27
【 Height (cm) 】:168
【 Weight 】:51~55kg
【 Nationality 】:British
【 Date and time for session 】:
【 Occupation 】:Student
【 Area for session 】:Shinjuku
【 Service requested 】:
Aroma therapy massage
Sexual/Erotic oil massage
【 Message 】:
Dear Arashima-san!

How are you doing these days?
Sorry I am writing in English but I am still only a beginner learner of Japanese. I am a student here in Tokyo and cannot believe I am writing this, but I want to experience a soft massage from a man! Are you still doing this?

The problem is that I am very very low level. I want a very soft experience: a very gentle massage where I can keep my panties on (I don’t mind if they get covered in oil), and I can partially cover my chest with a towel (no breast touching).
I’m a virgin and very afraid of sexual things and penises in general.

When I was a teenager I went to this thai massage parlour where the massage was so sensual that I became aroused. I felt very embarrassed but couldn’t help but feel like the massager was doing it on purpose. But she was a woman and I felt embarrassed for even daring to suspect that. I was very confused and embarrassed and felt dirty. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. I kept asking myself: “Is this normal?” and “Are her hand movements normal?”. I never got a massage that intrusive before.
Now many years later I can’t believe that I now want to replicate that experience :”) It’s so incredibly embarrassing but I liked how it was a professional environment and massager, and I was the one who corrupted that interaction. I wonder if you could pretend to be my professional massager and make me feel like a pervert who is imagining things? xD

I can’t believe I’m saying these things to a total stranger. If this doesn’t sound like something worth your time, then I will 100% understand 🙂 Please just let me know

Her message was surprisingly honest and open.

To sum up Marcella’s request:

  • She wanted to keep her underwear on
  • She asked to have her chest covered with a towel
  • No touching of her breasts or private areas
  • But… she still wanted a soft, slightly erotic oil massage
  • And… she wanted to feel like a bit of a pervert

I honestly feel happy when someone shares their hidden desires so openly.
It even feels kind of cute — the courage it takes to put those feelings into words.

At the same time, she also told me that she’s scared of anything too sexual or anything related to a man’s private parts.
So yes, it was a bit of a delicate request.

Basically, she wanted a soft and slightly erotic oil massage with no intimate touch.
But still… I couldn’t help but feel a bit of pressure —
“What if this experience gives her a bad memory of sexual touch?”

I knew I had to be extra careful not to cross any lines.
After all, she has no experience with men — she’s a virgin.

This time, I’m not the one sharing the experience.

Marcella actually asked me if she could write her own story about what happened.
So, I decided to publish her words exactly as she wrote them — no editing at all.

To be honest, it feels a little embarrassing to share it as is… even reading it made me blush a bit.
But I hope you enjoy her raw and honest thoughts.

So here it is —
“A Virgin Woman from the UK Shares Her Experience of Receiving an Oil Massage from a Japanese Man in Shinjuku.”

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Anywayyy so, I was so nervous and regretful that I wore a miniskirt, like I felt too exposed and anxious and all that shit. PLUS I forgot to bring a spare change of panties, like there's no way I can go commando back home in this skirt, but thank God japan is so convenient with anything you need in all the convenience stores. I was running slightly late and I wanted to be the first one there, so I didn't have time to go to the convenience store first but I figured I'll just ask him to let me pop into one after we meet. I was glad he was a millimiter late so that I can wait for him rather than him waiting for me. And I felt a bit awkward hovering around the place where we were supposed to meet. But I didn't have to wait long at all, just hovering around the shop then the info leaflet area, and then I hear someone call out my name and omgomgomgomgomgomgogmogmogmgoggogmoggmogmomgomg He was easy on the eyes! Conventionally attractive but not grabbing attention, like literally the EXACT type of guy I want to touch me. I literally could not have dreamed of anybody better. Wow. LITERALLY OH MY GOD. He was also super nervous like fucking crazy!!!! Man!! Like I found it hard to believe he's been doing this for 10 years cause he also nervous. We are so nervous together and like LET@S GET WALKING. Making small talk and shit. (Later I find out he works from home, which maybe explains his social rust) 

Before I forget I mention to him I need to buy something from the conbini, so he waits outside while I search for panties for what seems like 5 minutes but I finally find and buy them. I wanted to explain my situation but it felt more ebarrassing than I expected so I skipped that.
Then we quickly get to the hotel and there's a ton of people inside the tiny reception area, but he knows his way and mentions to them my nickname and I pay, all smiley and friendly and shit, but I'm barely holding my hands from trembling when paying, and probably everybody does notice what a fucking loser I am when it does happen. Cause I do notice when it happens to others. Fucking life!!!!! How detailed the game mechanics are???? The fact that I cannot keep up makes me so excited.

Then he says there's free drinks and alcohol????? I'm like dopeeeeeee ask him where the ice is he shows me, I see a girl pouring Mohito and I pour like 3 shots of mohito in my bucket of ice cause I don't realise that's pure spirit, for some reason my brain thought like maybe it's already mixed drink. And then he shows me the carbonated water machine and I'm like fuck, my cup is full of straightup. Then I pour a shot of carbonated water and like ok I don't think I'm even gonna be drinking this cause I love to rawdog first experiences anyway.
Either he dropped some ice on the floor or it was already there but he was flustered and tried to brush it off with his foot, and I swear to God that's when I got wet. WHY???? The more flustered a guy is, the more I get fucked up. Also like, just being in that environment?? What the fuckkkkkkkkkkkk

We go upstairs and it's so incredibly cute how nervous he is, makes me feel so much better about my own nervousness. I wonder if he saw me the same way?? Like did he think I was a nervous mess as well before we got into the hotel room? Or maybe, he was just exaggerating on purpose, just to make me feel more comfortable with him?
I don't know but of course once we got in the room and it was down to business, I'm the one who fumbled all the way.

We were talking for just a bit and he said he was going to take a shower and said not to look and I was like, there's a door! Turns out the door is to the toilet and the shower itself didn't have a door, just a white frost door thingie. So I was like ok! I won't look I'll just watch TV. It seemed like ages but then he was done and it was my turn, but I was still so nervous so I talked for a bit longer god knows about what. Time flies!!
I was so embarrassed for being already wet even before entering the hotel room, but really glad I was wearing my end-of-period pad cause that protected my panties and he wouldn't have to see how horny I actually am. So I went to the toilet and threw the pad away.

Afterwards went to take the quick shower, after that still couldn't sit down on the bed I was too nervous. He told me to take a deep breath lol so I did some breathing exercises and some jumps like I was pre UFC fight lool
I was really worried he would lose patience with me and the mood would turn, so I pushed myself to the next step, I don't know how I finally lay down, and after a few "it's too hot it's too cold please adjust the aircon" from me, he started massaging my feet.
His hands were so incredibly warm, almost like he preheated them in a microwave. I really liked getting my feet rubbed, honestly I think I'll go to a an actual foot massage parlour next chance I get.

The massage itself to be honest most of the time my brain was just turned off almost like. We chit chated here and there, and I didn't know just how wet was I getting and how obvious it was too him, so I kept apologising for it because I felt like such a dirty idiot. I felt so tense and stupid like, I knew that if I relaxed and was confident then I would feel sexy, but really I felt kind of pathetic and unsexy.
I was demonstrating something with my arms and accidentally knocked over the plastic cup on the bednight stand and panicked a bit but it was fine cause it was empty.
All my self-awareness flew out of the window, like I didn't think how to position my body in a prettier way. I guess I was tense.. But it's what I wanted since I asked him to treat it as a non-sexual massage and did kind of go into the whole thing with the mindset that I want to feel guilty about being turned on lol. That mindset was what guided this whole session
Sometimes I would peek from under the towel and everytime I saw him, his gaze was averted. Like did he massage like that throughout the whole time, without looking at me? I felt slightlyyyy self-conscious but I tried to not let it get to me because it's too self centered to assume everything is about me. It could have been just embarrassing to him personally. I will never know, so I will not assume.

He was doing so much stuff to my legs, and especially like sliding his hand up between my legs. I was getting so excited that I really wanted to close them tight tight or pull his hand away but I didn't want to make his work more difficult when he is already doing so much for me, or even worse - him to think that I want to stop. Why does it work that way? The more excited I get the more I want to pull away. Anyway, so tried to fight the urge by meditating and trying to think of it as non-sexual. Fuck off, my logic was all over the place. But then at some point he did this manouevre where he sat down on my legs in such a way to keep me from closing them? Then slid both his hands slowly up again, and this time I was actually losing my mind, like I think because he held my legs from closing I actually felt it was okay for me to resist and not being able to close my legs, like having that resistance and not being able to stop it made me finally understand that feeling when people say "my mind melted". Like all I could feel was my brain melting like I was on drugs!!! Like I was on drugs! Literally. Like whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat the HELLLLLLLLL. Likeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee whaaaaaaaaaaaat??????????
LIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
I was trying to keep my composure throughout the whole massage but when he did that, it's almost like I blacked out and woke up breathing heavily and unprofessionally and I couldn't stop myself. Really the same as drugs. I can't believe I lost!!!!!!!!! I fucking lost. I didn't think he would be able to get me to lose control with the small amount of permissions I gave him, as well as my mindset, but there you go??????????????????????????!!! He's a professional after all?????????

He tried to massage me from behind like almost like in a hug? But it felt too sexual so I stopped him. I didn't know how to say it to him and I think after a while I realised that I ruined the mood lol. I felt kind of autistic about it again because it took me so long to realise. And honestly I do realise how much I'm objectifying him.. but god bless him for being able to put up with my shit.
So I put my bathrobe on and then rememberd I wanted to try kissing on the cheek. I originally was imagining asking him to kiss me on the cheek but that felt like too much so I thought I will do it to him first. But I couldn't even tell him I was too embarrassed. After a bit of hestitation and me jumping on the bed I asked him if I could kiss his cheek.
Again it felt like a fucking half an hour with me counting down and not being able to. Like, I said I'll start with a quick peck but that also didn't help. He tried to help by leaning in but for some reason I wanted to be the one leaning in! Eventually I touched his cheek first. And fucking eventuaaaaalllly after a lot of hestitaion and me rocking back and forth I touched his cheek with my lips but didn't manage a kiss. Then finally... a kiss? Then a couple more. I hope it wasn't too awkward for him but I was just getting into it you know? Learning how to do it. I think I got to a point where I got more satisfied and then he also kissed mine! He didn't do the "mwah" sound, but anyway his cheeks were so insanely soft!

He asked me if he could take a picture of my legs but ofc I refused because of paranoia. But I feel so stupid cause I could have just asked him to take the photo on my phone, and then after editing out my identifiable birthmarks I could have just sent it to him. Maybe next time.

I went took a shower and shouted from the fucking shower room "I'm so fucking sorry" when I saw the state of my underwear JESUS CHRIST. Took a thorough shower put my clothes on and sat down again on the bed, and we kissed on the cheek a bit more but every time he kissed mine I had the urge to kiss his back and back and forth and I started to get wet again so I said we need to stop cause I just changed my underwear and I don't have any more extra sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

We grabbed our shit and I after I checked 100 times I had everything, left the goddam hotel, and he got a cute little stamp on his point collection app for the hotel lol. Like he was collecting points everytime he came here like in a Starbucks cafe lolol

We walked together to the station and chit chated, and then when we separated inside, he extended his hand to shake mine goodbye. It happened so quickly I shaked it and I wanted to hug him goodbye but we were side by side and I couldn't make it fast so I gave him a quick awkward side hug and that was it!!! The more time I spend here the more awkward I become I swear to god. I wish I got to say goodbye properly

I'll add more later if I remember other stuff

A comment from Arashima:
It’s true that I’m not the most outgoing person, but I’ll try to be more careful not to give that impression! lol
Thank you so much for trusting me with your oil massage request!

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