Hello! I’m a Japanese man in my late 30s who provides erotic massages for women around the Tokyo area.
Today, I’d like to share my experience with a foreign woman I met for a sensual massage.
Sexual Aroma (Yoni) Massage for Women and Male Escort Services in Tokyo/Yokohama
Ann’s Sensual Tokyo Night: A Thai Woman’s First Erotic Massage
Here’s the message I received from the client via my contact form:
【 Nickname 】： ●●
【 Age 】：30
【 Height (cm) 】：158
【 Weight 】：51～55kg
【 Nationality 】：Thai
【 Occupation 】：Sales engineer
【 E-mail address 】：●●
【 Area where you want me to come 】：T mark city hotel Omori
【 Service contents 】：
Hug
spooning
Kiss
Cuddling up
Aroma therapy massage
Sexual/Erotic oil massage
Getting your body washed
Yoni (Vagina) massage
Fingering
Improving frigidity
Oral sex (Cunnilingus)
BDSM
Others
【 Your inquiry or any questions 】：
First time experience
Wed night -11:00 pm
Or
Thursday night 9:00 pm
The client was a 30-year-old Thai woman.
Let’s call her Ann (a pseudonym).
While traveling in Japan, she sent me a message saying she wanted to experience an erotic massage.
When I think of Thailand, its fascinating culture and delicious cuisine immediately come to mind—but of course, Thai massages are world-famous too!
Knowing she came from the land of renowned Thai massage, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about whether my skills would measure up.
Over the past 10 years, I’ve refined my craft in various (erotic) massage techniques.
Naturally, I was confident, but I also felt a sense of duty as a representative of Japan to ensure she had an amazing experience. That determination fueled me as I prepared for our session lol.
We met back in September during the summer, so it’s been about three months now. I may have forgotten some of the finer details, but I’ll do my best to recall them as I share this story.
Meeting Ann: The Start of a Sensual Journey in Omori
I was walking the streets of Omori, Tokyo, because my client, Ann, was staying at a hotel in this area.
Omori isn’t a well-known tourist spot, but I’ve heard it’s become increasingly popular among foreign travelers due to its convenient access to Haneda Airport.
By the time I arrived, it was already past 6 PM, and the streets were beginning to dim with the onset of evening. As I walked down the main road near the station, I spotted a few travelers pulling their suitcases. The atmosphere of this unfamiliar neighborhood felt refreshing in a way, and I followed Google Maps toward the hotel. After a brief five-minute walk, the building where Ann was staying came into view.
Our meeting point was right in front of the hotel.
Every time I approach a new encounter like this, I can’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation. Who will be waiting for me this time? That thought runs through my mind, making my heart race slightly. No matter how many times I experience this, the excitement never truly fades.
Though I imagine my clients must be feeling even more nervous than I am.
Standing under the lights of the hotel entrance, I looked around but didn’t see her yet. Perhaps I had arrived a bit early. Taking a deep breath, I allowed myself a moment to feel the mix of anticipation and nervousness bubbling within me. While I’m confident in my skills, my limited English sometimes leaves me feeling just a bit frustrated.
After waiting for a little while, Ann finally appeared.
Just as she had described beforehand, she was dressed in a crisp white mini skirt and a pink blouse, radiating a fresh and cheerful vibe. Summoning my courage, I introduced myself.
“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Arashima.”
“Hi! Nice to meet you too,” she replied with a gentle smile.
Her soft greeting instantly put me at ease. Ann had long, dark brown hair and strikingly large eyes. She was an incredibly beautiful woman, and her warm demeanor left a strong impression on me.
Preparing the Perfect Atmosphere for Ann’s Relaxation
“Let’s go,” I said, gesturing for her to lead the way. Together, we entered the hotel and stepped into the elevator.
Most clients tend to appear a bit nervous at first, but she was different. Her bright and talkative personality came through almost immediately.
“Before coming here, I went to Asakusa. It was so crowded!”
She chatted cheerfully and laughed often, her lively demeanor lifting the mood even inside the small elevator. When we reached her floor, she took the lead and guided me to her room.
“This is it. Please, come in,” she said with a welcoming smile.
The room was spacious by Japanese standards, with two beds and a large window offering a breathtaking view of Tokyo’s night skyline. In one corner, a pile of shopping bags hinted at a day well-spent enjoying the city. As I surveyed the room, I felt a surge of determination. This is where the session will take place. I’ll do my best to make this a memorable part of her trip to Japan.
I sat down on a chair, and we began to chat lightly. She shared stories from her travels, her laughter and radiant smile making the conversation genuinely enjoyable. After about 15 minutes, I excused myself to take a quick shower and prepare for the session.
When I returned, she was lying on the bed, chatting and laughing on the phone with a friend. Her carefree and relaxed vibe made me smile. It’s good to know she feels at ease.
I dimmed the lights slightly, creating a calm and inviting atmosphere. Adjusting the room temperature to ensure her comfort, I set the mood with soft, relaxing background music.
With everything ready, it was time to begin the massage.
I promised myself to give her the best experience possible, one that she’d remember fondly long after her trip.
From Relaxation to Sensuality: A Massage Like No Other
I asked her to lie face down.
Her bare body was wrapped in nothing but a large bath towel. Gently lifting the towel, I exposed only her legs to begin the session.
In the quiet room, the sound of ocean waves played softly in the background, setting the mood for the massage. Taking some massage oil in my hands, I started at her ankles. The smooth texture of the oil spread across her skin as my fingers moved gently yet firmly, connecting with her body.
From her ankles to her calves, and then to her thighs, I repeated long, deliberate strokes. Her skin was incredibly soft, with a velvety texture that seemed to embrace my fingertips. I moved carefully, as if confirming the presence of her body with every touch.
She remained silent, her arms draped lazily above her head, fully relaxed and seemingly savoring the moment. After completing the leg massage, I transitioned to her back.
Pouring a generous amount of oil into my hands, I spread it across her back, the glossy surface now resembling a piece of fine art. Starting at her lower back, I worked my way up to her shoulders, applying firm pressure to release any tension. I used not only my palms and fingers but also my elbows to reach the deeper layers of her muscles.
Sometimes, women become so relaxed during my aromatherapy massages that they drift off to sleep. While there’s nothing wrong with that, my goal is more than just relaxation.
I aim to create an experience that touches the depths of their hearts, one that stirs warmth and tremors of pleasure throughout their bodies.
Since the back and sides of the torso are often sensitive areas, I alternated between gentle, feather-like touches and firm strokes.
Occasionally, she reacted with a mix of pleasure and ticklishness, her sensitivity heightening as the massage progressed. When I finished her back, I softly said, “Please turn over,” and she complied without a word.
Through the towel, the soft curves of her breasts were alluringly outlined. Suppressing the urge to touch her immediately, I resumed with her legs, starting again from the ankles.
Slowly and deliberately, I moved up to her knees and then her thighs, teasingly prolonging the moments to build anticipation. When my fingers finally brushed the innermost part of her thighs, I noticed a distinct, sticky texture different from the massage oil. Realizing she was naturally very responsive, I couldn’t help but feel a quiet satisfaction.
I repeatedly ran my fingers from her thighs to her groin, moving slowly and deliberately. Her soft moans filled the room as her body shivered lightly with each touch.
Sliding my hands beneath the towel, I moved upwards from her abdomen to her chest. Her skin grew warmer with each caress, radiating an intoxicating heat. Carefully avoiding her nipples, I traced slow circles on her soft breasts with my fingertips.
Her breathing grew heavier, and her body became increasingly responsive as I continued. Occasionally, her hardened nipples brushed against my hands, eliciting even more noticeable reactions from her body and voice.
To heighten her pleasure, I used not just my hands but also my lips. While my fingers gently caressed her breasts, I softly kissed her shoulders, upper arms, and neck.
Her sweet moans continued uninterrupted, her warm breaths brushing against me. Holding her close, I felt as though my heartbeat might give away the intensity of the moment. Though we were just a therapist and client sharing a fleeting connection, it felt as if our hearts were briefly aligned.
I focused every sense into my hands and lips, determined to make this time uniquely special for her. Removing the towel, I took her firm nipple into my mouth, drawing slow circles with my tongue before gently sucking.
The buildup had clearly heightened her sensitivity, as her reactions were pronounced. As I kissed my way from her chest to her stomach, I let my hand explore lower, discovering just how ready she was.
Continuing downward, my lips followed, moving deliberately yet unhurriedly to deepen the experience for her.
Surrendering to Sensation: An Intimate Connection
As I reached the innermost part of her thighs, a rich, intoxicating scent filled my senses.
It was distinctly feminine, a fragrance that heightened my arousal. Whispering softly, I asked, “May I taste you?” Without even taking a moment to steady her breath, she responded in a trembling voice, “Yes… please, as much as you want.”
Slowly, she parted her knees, and I leaned in, burying my face in her warmth. I let my tongue trace a slow, deliberate path from the base upward. Her entire body quivered, and a deep, resonant “Ahhhhh…” escaped her lips—the most vivid sound she had made all day.
Holding her hand gently in mine, I continued to savor her fully. The scent, the texture, the sound of her voice—each drew me deeper into her world. My only desire was to bring her a profound sense of fulfillment. Without pause, I continued my tender ministrations, pouring all my attention and care into every movement.
Her body trembled repeatedly, and faint, broken breaths spilled from her throat, unable to form into words. Each time the tip of my tongue delivered its final, delicate stroke, her back arched deeply, and her grip on the sheets tightened with fervor.
At last, she exhaled deeply, as if releasing everything she had been holding onto, and reached her peak. I gently wrapped my arms around her damp, trembling body, holding her close. In that quiet aftermath, I felt her heartbeat align with mine, and together we lingered in the stillness, savoring the echoes of the moment.
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“If you’d like, you can stay in this room tonight,” she offered.
For a brief moment, I imagined a future where Ann and I spent the night together.
The thought of lying beside her in the cool, air-conditioned room seemed so inviting and fun.
But unfortunately, I had to head back because of work the next day.
“Thank you, but I have to go home tonight,” I told her. She lowered her gaze with a hint of sadness but soon gave me a gentle smile and said, “I hope we can meet again when I come back to Japan.”
As we parted, she handed me a small gift. “Thank you for coming all the way to the hotel today,” she said.
I left the hotel, accompanied by her warm smile. On the way home, the pleasant summer night breeze brushed against my cheeks, and the lingering memories of my time with her slowly spread through my chest like a gentle warmth.
