It's still Thursday, October 17, 1991 and I've already had a great day.
How many other people can say they've just spent an enjoyable morning having sex with their stalker? Twice? In a university classroom? Being caught by a female professor? Who let us continue?
The only way it could have been better was if the professor had joined us for a menage a gaijin.
And to think, I was was tense today thinking about what sort of psycho I was going to meet at Utsunomiya University.... where my stalker goes to school.
It's not easy being me, but right now if feels damn good to be me.
Do you know what made my sexcapades even better? It was knowing that my ex-girlfriend was maybe 50-feet away in an auditorium being bored from listening to speeches about how foreigners (gaijin) can survive living in Japan while on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Progarmme.
One said we should have fun - that was the professor who walked in on Junko on myself. Hey... at least she wasn't a hypocrite!
I don't have a girlfriend at the moment, despite me being joined at the hip by one of the most gorgeous creatures I have ever seen. Junko is 22, slender, curvy, has a rack you could hand a coat on (two coats, actually), long suckable legs, and a small, round butt. Her dark chocolate eyes sparkled as I looked up at her from the desk, and aside from the apple blossoms scent of her shampoo and conditioner, all could smell was sex.
So, no... I wasn't in love. This was pure animalistic sex. I could have fallen for her - quite easily in fact. The problem was she became very possessive and jealous very quickly... even though she was only visiting my hometown of Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City) for a week to learn some teaching techniques from an English teacher or four over at Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School)... so much so that she wanted to drop out of university, move in with me and keep me well fed on apple blossoms and sex.
Not a bad life, to be sure... but after a week of knowing each other? What was worse was that I hadn't slept in a week thanks to her/our appetite for monkey sex. She wouldn't leave me alone. She followed me everywhere, hiding in the background... but no matter what, she couldn't hide the sweet, sweet scent of her haircare products.
People I know had to become involved to take her away from me and get her some help. She seems fine now.... we can talk... we've now seen each other outside of our original first meeting at school and my apartment... and the sex is still as awesome as ever... perhaps she and I could get back together and actually be a couple?
I better see how she is in a day or two, to make sure she isn't still pining for me in any other way but a healthy way.
We get dressed - though she decides to wear my underwear telling me I should wear hers. Is she kidding me? I can get one of my thighs through her waistband! She laughs, pulls a pair of jeans up over my underwear, helps me pull her underwear off my leg - now that was sexy - and then helps me put my pants and shirt back on... stuffing her underwear into my dress shirt pocket.
She asks me what I'm doing for the rest of the day, and when I tell her I have to go to Nikko-shi (city of Nikko) for a JET meeting after this, she pouts lightly in disappointment just to let me know she knows what we are both going to miss later this afternoon.
She says: "That's okay, An-do-ryu-san," in a sing-song voice that could melt both polar ice caps at the same time. "I should go back to class."
Oh ho! I thought! She's better! I can maybe start to actually date this woman! This woman who will one day be my wife and the mother of my children! Yesssss! Oh god yes!
I really did think that. I'm thinking that now here in 2011 as I type this out.
So I asked her if she wanted to get together maybe this weekend? She could come up to Ohtawara or I could come down to Utsunomiya?
She said: "I want to, but I have to do some things at my boyfriend's father's house."
Ohhhh-kayyyyyy...
So... she's perfectly willing to have sex on/with me despite having a boyfriend... but isn't willing to drop him to spend a weekend with me.
Hmmm, it sounds like she's over me enough not to start stalking me, but not over me enough to give up on the wild and wet stuff.
So... what do I do?
I admit to feeling kind of jealous of this boyfriend of hers... but not jealous enough to feel sorry she just cheated on him for me.
But... and I can't believe I am writing this... I can't do this to her boyfriend. I had no idea she had a boyfriend when she and I began beating out chests and swinging on vines.
I need to back off.
But... will she?
Somewhere this blog took place in 47 seconds - in the mind of
Andrew Joseph
This blog's title is by The Who. Video below...
PS: The day will continue in tomorrow's blog. Please don't let it be anti-climactic!
Since I've already lived it, let me tell you I don't think it is. Tune in tomorrow for more stuff involving my junk, I mean Junko.
PPS: Today, November 8 is my birthday. Lucky number 47. Whoopee.
How many other people can say they've just spent an enjoyable morning having sex with their stalker? Twice? In a university classroom? Being caught by a female professor? Who let us continue?
The only way it could have been better was if the professor had joined us for a menage a gaijin.
And to think, I was was tense today thinking about what sort of psycho I was going to meet at Utsunomiya University.... where my stalker goes to school.
It's not easy being me, but right now if feels damn good to be me.
Do you know what made my sexcapades even better? It was knowing that my ex-girlfriend was maybe 50-feet away in an auditorium being bored from listening to speeches about how foreigners (gaijin) can survive living in Japan while on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Progarmme.
One said we should have fun - that was the professor who walked in on Junko on myself. Hey... at least she wasn't a hypocrite!
I don't have a girlfriend at the moment, despite me being joined at the hip by one of the most gorgeous creatures I have ever seen. Junko is 22, slender, curvy, has a rack you could hand a coat on (two coats, actually), long suckable legs, and a small, round butt. Her dark chocolate eyes sparkled as I looked up at her from the desk, and aside from the apple blossoms scent of her shampoo and conditioner, all could smell was sex.
So, no... I wasn't in love. This was pure animalistic sex. I could have fallen for her - quite easily in fact. The problem was she became very possessive and jealous very quickly... even though she was only visiting my hometown of Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City) for a week to learn some teaching techniques from an English teacher or four over at Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School)... so much so that she wanted to drop out of university, move in with me and keep me well fed on apple blossoms and sex.
Not a bad life, to be sure... but after a week of knowing each other? What was worse was that I hadn't slept in a week thanks to her/our appetite for monkey sex. She wouldn't leave me alone. She followed me everywhere, hiding in the background... but no matter what, she couldn't hide the sweet, sweet scent of her haircare products.
People I know had to become involved to take her away from me and get her some help. She seems fine now.... we can talk... we've now seen each other outside of our original first meeting at school and my apartment... and the sex is still as awesome as ever... perhaps she and I could get back together and actually be a couple?
I better see how she is in a day or two, to make sure she isn't still pining for me in any other way but a healthy way.
We get dressed - though she decides to wear my underwear telling me I should wear hers. Is she kidding me? I can get one of my thighs through her waistband! She laughs, pulls a pair of jeans up over my underwear, helps me pull her underwear off my leg - now that was sexy - and then helps me put my pants and shirt back on... stuffing her underwear into my dress shirt pocket.
She asks me what I'm doing for the rest of the day, and when I tell her I have to go to Nikko-shi (city of Nikko) for a JET meeting after this, she pouts lightly in disappointment just to let me know she knows what we are both going to miss later this afternoon.
She says: "That's okay, An-do-ryu-san," in a sing-song voice that could melt both polar ice caps at the same time. "I should go back to class."
Oh ho! I thought! She's better! I can maybe start to actually date this woman! This woman who will one day be my wife and the mother of my children! Yesssss! Oh god yes!
I really did think that. I'm thinking that now here in 2011 as I type this out.
So I asked her if she wanted to get together maybe this weekend? She could come up to Ohtawara or I could come down to Utsunomiya?
She said: "I want to, but I have to do some things at my boyfriend's father's house."
Ohhhh-kayyyyyy...
So... she's perfectly willing to have sex on/with me despite having a boyfriend... but isn't willing to drop him to spend a weekend with me.
Hmmm, it sounds like she's over me enough not to start stalking me, but not over me enough to give up on the wild and wet stuff.
So... what do I do?
I admit to feeling kind of jealous of this boyfriend of hers... but not jealous enough to feel sorry she just cheated on him for me.
But... and I can't believe I am writing this... I can't do this to her boyfriend. I had no idea she had a boyfriend when she and I began beating out chests and swinging on vines.
I need to back off.
But... will she?
Somewhere this blog took place in 47 seconds - in the mind of
Andrew Joseph
This blog's title is by The Who. Video below...
PS: The day will continue in tomorrow's blog. Please don't let it be anti-climactic!
Since I've already lived it, let me tell you I don't think it is. Tune in tomorrow for more stuff involving my junk, I mean Junko.
PPS: Today, November 8 is my birthday. Lucky number 47. Whoopee.
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