You know, here I am in Japan, and I don’t even get to enjoy Japanese cinema for lack of english subtitles. Is that irony? I’m not entirely sure, but it sucks balls. On a pleasant note, I have been using kazaa lite to its obvious purpose and have recently seen the following:
Minority Report, Ice Age, The Bourne Identity, A Beautiful Mind, and The Others…
The drawback is people online rarely have good indy or foreign movies, so I am pretty much stuck with Hollywood schlock (men in black II, I am looking at you).
Anyway, I wanted to share a story with you, a little day in the life kind of thing that I simply call:
FROTTEURISM ON THE TOKYO RAIL
So being a gainfully employed gaijin in Tokyo, I of course must commute. Now you CTA riders are a bunch of whiners when it comes to riding during the rush. Oh yes, my friends and foes, I have experienced the mighty crush that is being jammed packed into a train at 103% capacity. Bones rattle, lungs lose air, groans emenate forth like hungry baby goats. But enough of that. Let’s be optimistic and discuss the good points, namely having some lovely japanese woman’s ass jammed hard against my crotch.
Now it certainly doesn’t happen all the time. Currently I must be batting somewhere around .300 to .400. And at this point, I know you all think lowly of me. But look at this way. You are going to be pressed up against people from all angles for awhile, in my case about ten minutes of the commute. So wouldn’t you seek out the prettiest person to press yourself against? It’s not all fun and frottage though. For every silky haired, hourglass hipped, spherically buttoxed lass I have had the great honor of being thrown against, there are: men, fat chicks, and old women that are also too unavoidable. I try to be a gentlman about it. I am not some hentai freak that goes grabbing and groping. I do my best to get my hands out of the way. Usually the crowd forces me to raise both my arms and hold on to the hanging bar to keep from falling onto someone. But like I said before, my crotch has to go somewhere, and I feel it might as well be the most pleasurable place it can go. The nicest days are when she jams herself back into you harder than is neccessary. Sometimes I even notice inches of space that could be used to separate us a comfortable distance, but she declines to use it. What flattery! Of course it is impossible to tell what people’s intentions truly are. The crowd gives everyone the perfect cover to engage in this activity, and I am certain some women enjoy it as much as some men. While living in London and Chicago, I had several experiences where I was 100% passive and the woman was NOT. Anyway, that’s enough of my tale.
Oh and lately this ice coffee has become my crack.
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