I was thinking about going to a party on Sunday October 10 that I learned about at Do Osaka (see below). For more information in Japanese, see <www.erotomania.tv>. If you need an explanation in English you can PM me.
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I was thinking about going to a party on Sunday October 10 that I learned about at Do Osaka (see below). For more information in Japanese, see <www.erotomania.tv>. If you need an explanation in English you can PM me.
Hello everyone.
Today I'll go to Osaka and will stay 3 days.
I review some reports. Before I go to Tobita, I want to go to Matsushima Shinchi. It is written "just take the Chuo line to Juso". However I can not find Juso station. Where is Juso?
One more question is where is Napoleon Building.
Please help me.
By the way, does Tobita open even mifnight?
The first time I went to Tobita was by fluke. Actually I didn’t “go” there at all, I passed through, having taken the wrong turn after leaving tsutenkaku, or “Tennoji tower.”
The whole area of Tennoji/Shin-Imamiya strikes me as grimy. The ground seems unswept, the shops decaying; even the air has a pre-breathed sense, as if the entire community there is under the thumb of an unchecked entropy.
Anyway I’ll spare you my social commentary. I kept walking and the grime continued until I happened down a corner (as it turns out, a fateful corner) and was confronted with all the round white lights. If you’ve been there, you know.
This was winter. I noticed the mamas in house dresses with small coverlets over their knees, sitting beside space heaters, and, in the genkans that weren’t unoccupied, behind the mamas the girls sitting under spot lamps, smiling their polished, porcelain smiles.
I kept walking.
Two times after this I did the same thing, albeit these second and third walkthroughs were more exploratory, prurient, fueled by a latent curiosity.
Finally one rainy night in March, on impulse borne of a constellation of causes I can’t even enumerate, I somehow retraced tracks I had made years earlier and found Tobita again. I had no umbrella. I turned in the first genkan I came to—the mama was fortunately welcoming.
“Irrashai!” she offered. (Welcome.) “Taberu?” (Do you want to eat?)
I nodded sheepishly, and responded in the affirmative. The yukata-wearing girl in the spot lamp was, by my standards, a bit large, but she had very pretty eyes and a lovely smile.
We went upstairs, the girl guiding me gingerly. The mama san, perceptively aware this was my first venture into the area, went up with us and sat next to me in the small tatami-room, holding in her hands a sheet of laminated paper containing prices—the course menu, as it were.
I chose the half hour. I can’t remember exactly but it was a little over 20,000 yen (it probably came to 200 US$.) I paid up, the mama-san made change, and with a “Go-yukkuri, douzo” (enjoy yourself/take your time) was gone.
When we were alone again, the girl politely asked me to get undressed. There wasn’t any English used, not now or anytime I’ve been to Tobita since then.
She left the room, telling me she’d be right back. This gave me a chance to survey the small quarters. My heart seemed to be fairly thumping in my chest—or maybe that was just an illusion caused by the driving rain outside.
The tatami room was about six mats—smallish, then. There was a lowcut side table with a shibori cloth, a few CD’s, a men’s magazine, and a half-empty pack of menthol cigarettes. The walls were pretty bare but there was a poster of, I think, Madonna—perhaps some 90’s incarnation. A small CD player was in one corner, beside a framed standup coat rack with two empty hangars lolling on it. The futon lay to the side of the room, with a Winnie the Pooh quilt spread over it and, beside it, a plastic tub containing disinfectant spray, a bottle of lotion, and a case of handiwipes. The dim lamp which lit the room sat on the floor. Charming.
The girl came back a long minute later. I hadn’t undressed since I was not sure what I thought I heard was what I had heard, so I was still sitting there unoccupied, though now she had brought a tray containing a cup of Japanese green tea and a small individually-wrapped biscuit. She closed the door behind her and it was just us.
I opened the plastic packet and ate the biscuit dutifully, and drank the tea. My mouth seemed drier than usual. I had been chewing gum when I came in but couldn’t remember where it had gone—it sure wasn’t in my mouth anymore.
She told me, again, to get undressed. I never knew how fast I could obey that request, but I had wrestled my way out of my jeans, sweater, socks, and t-shirt and was standing in my boxers before she had even slipped off her obi. (She was wearing a yukata; this was the end of Spring.)
Her name, she said, was “You.” I’ve been in Japan long enough to know she probably spelled it “Yu” in the Roman alphabet, but something seemed oddly fitting about spelling it with the y.o.u. Some unacknowledged Puritan guilt on my part, maybe.
She gave me a few instructions about placement (I was to lay down on my back on the futon, which now struck me of dubious cleanliness. I wondered how many other young or old men had lay here before me.)
I took off my shorts and lay down there anyway. So here I was naked in front of this stranger. What kept going through my mind was the obvious, thrilling idea: THIS GIRL IS ABOUT TO LET YOU FUCK HER.
I asked her what I should do. Whatever you like to do, she said.
When she finally disrobed, I saw the cotton kimono which had seemed large on her was actually not so large—she was a big girl, big hips, a little on the plump side. She had largish breasts, but they still managed to defy gravity. So she’s young, I thought.
I asked her. Twenty, she said.
I started with her breasts, as is my usual habit. Almost immediately she initiated a short time-out so she could spray my cock (now at full attention) with some coolish liquid I imagine was disinfectant, and wipe it down with a shibori cloth. She then applied a condom to me with her mouth.
I let her fellate me briefly, then she allowed me to touch her between the legs. As soon as I touched her I realized that during her hiatus out of the room she had applied a lubricant to her vagina. (I’m not being humble: Her scent there was not completely girl; there was a perfumed, not at all unpleasant odor.)
She let me finger her for some time. The half hour seemed endless. She turned over, and I caressed her from behind. She made the requisite moaning sounds and even went so far as to say “Iku, iku” which, as one knows, means “I’m coming.”
I rose to my knees and entered her from behind. I was overly careful, worried of catching a disease, and made sure several times not only that the condom didn’t come off but that I wasn’t touching her unprotected.
Eventually, I rolled back over and she, gracious girl that she was, finished me off with her mouth (condom: Still on.)
Time elapsed: About 20 minutes. We chatted for a bit, she told me a few stories of her life of dubious veracity, I thanked her excessively and went back downstairs, put my shoes on again (as I laced up my boots a rather seedy white van stopped right in front of the place and idled in the rain. A couple of Japanese guys with dyed-blonde hair sat in the front seats and gave me a once-over before pulling off) and eventually went back out into the rain.
The second time I went to Tobita was two months later. I reconnoitered a bit more this time, and was flatly ignored by a few mamas. I was asked in by perhaps just as many, and some I didn’t approach at all. Ah, how quickly one becomes choosy.
The girl I chose was, again, young, but strikingly beautiful. She was wearing a dark-blue race-queen dress. Her name, she said in her quarters, was Eri.
Eri was twenty. She had blonde hair and a face like an angel. She was much more petite than You had been, but had smaller breasts. She had the one of the most beautiful pussies I’ve ever seen—a perfect triangle of black hair. Again, she left and came back—presumably to lubricate herself.
She let me touch her only briefly, applied a condom with her mouth as You had done, licked my nipples, fingered my scrotum, and of her own volition sat upon me and rode me until I came. Which was in short order.
This was a girl who, months later, stays in your head so that you relive that moment. I could have spent hours just looking at her. I have no inclination to go find her again—I hope she’s moved on—but she was really a knockout.
Again, we talked afterwards. I believed everything she told me, but it might have all been lies. I told her she should quit this line of work. She said the job wasn’t fun but she made a lot of money. She had come from Kyushu to Osaka when she was a teenager with her boyfriend. I didn’t ask if he was in the picture anymore. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I lied and said no.
The third time was a girl named Kana, wearing a high school girl’s uniform. On this occasion I chose Kana for the shape of her face and nose—she looked like someone I knew a long time ago. Once more Kana claimed she was twenty. One wonders, but then what can you do? She seemed to be proud of the uniform-bit but I am not really into that.
Kana spoke to me quite a bit. I got the feeling she was trying to see how much Japanese I knew. For some reason I told her my real name. After a little small talk, she moved next to me and said “So I’m an E-Cup. Touch them.” I did.
I took off her sweater, unbuttoned her blouse, and she took off her elastic-banded bra. She sat there topless and I sucked her lovely E-cup breasts. On cue, but straightforwardly, asked me to wait a second and applied the lubricating jelly to herself right there in front of me. Then she put the condom on, applying it with her hand. I think Kana may have been new: She said she had only worked there a week.
I fucked her while she was still wearing the plaid schoolgirl skirt. Eventually I asked her to take the skirt off, and we both managed to slip it off her. She wouldn’t let me do her from behind: “It’s a little painful,” she said.
I wondered if she had misunderstood—I am not into anal, and tried to tell her I just meant rear-entry—but either she didn’t get it or even rear-entry was a no-go, because she was having nothing of it.
We fucked for the full time. She did in fact have E-cup breasts, the prettiest I have seen on a Japanese girl. Pink aureole. Very firm and shaky, that familiar up and down all around motion as you admire her beneath your thrusts. Kana was also blonde. She looked at my face as I was riding her, but her noises were less-than-convincing.
With Kana I almost went over-time. I wanted to chide her if she had only let me do her from behind this could have been over a lot sooner, but then what the hell was I complaining about.
The last time I went to Tobita I was with a girl named Yuka, who of all four girls was definitely in her twenties. She was average size but with large breasts—for a reason. You could feel the silicone. This put me off a bit, but she was wearing garters and thigh-stockings which were preoccupying enough that I didn’t care about fake tits.
Yuka was a veritable conversationalist. She couldn’t stop talking, even when I was fucking her breasts—she kept saying “Oh, this is making me so shy.” Right, Yuka. But she was sweet enough, and of all the girls she really wanted to show me a good time.
I fucked her sideways (with a condom—though Yuka had fellated me for a minute or so bareback before she put the condom on) and came very quickly. She kept asking me to do it to her from behind, but I was pretty well spent.
After this she gave me a long, though inexpert, back massage. She seemed disappointed it was all over so fast (she wasn’t the only one.) As I mentioned, throughout all this was a steady stream of conversation. At the end, after I had dressed, she wrote her mobile phone email address on a small business card and asked me to mail her. She seemed very sincere.
The e-mail came back undeliverable. It’s just as well.
So that’s Tobita from my side. I don’t take pictures there and don’t encourage it. Maybe it’s just me but I don’t see the place as a tourist attraction—at least not like Disneyland or USJ. It’s as much a cultural experience as a tea ceremony, and in my book we should respect the rules of the house (and in Tobita the whole couple of blocks constitutes the house.) There are even signs saying “NO PHOTOS!”
Hope this was interesting.
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[QUOTE=JeonBear]However I can not find Juso station. Where is Juso?
... does Tobita open even mifnight?[/QUOTE]
Juso is the main hub of the Hankyu Train Line, about 5 minutes from Umeda(Osaka).
Tobita is more active at nifht.
[QUOTE=JeonBear]However I can not find Juso station. Where is Juso?
One more question is where is Napoleon Building.
Please help me.
By the way, does Tobita open even mifnight?[/QUOTE]Juso is easier to get to from the Hankyu Line. To get to the Napoleon building go out the entrance that does not have a KFC or Mr. Donut right at the exit. Go to the other side and walk through the tunnel (Shotengui). Cross the street and veer left. Make a right on the main street where all of the strip\cosplay clubs are (I don't think any of these places let in gaijin). Go to the second block and make a left -- the Napoleon building is the second building on the left. There is a strip club called the Boston Club on the 5th floor (gaijin friendly -- decent girls). On the third floor is a pink saloon that is also gaijin friendly if you speak moderate Japanese. The tout outside will offer it to you if you ask about the Boston Club.
Planned on going to Club Coco, but had trouble finding it on account of it moving down the street.
Inquired at the free "an nai" center and the attendent called Coco's for me, mumbled something about foreigner, and said they would be open 3 hours later. I decided to take a chance and head up on my own, hoping my language skills might get me in sooner. Turned out the door was closed, but I noticed an Este place just one floor down.
The guy was friendly, and promised the picts were the actual girls, and that for 15,000/60min all included. They have a 80min course for 18,000(?). I think you might get 2 shots with that one.
We chatted for about 15 minutes while waiting-he is Chinese but passes for Japanese easily. I complained about the Tokyo rip-offs, but he said all his girls provided excellent service and didn't request tips or more money.
When my gal, Yuko, showed up she was pretty much like the pict, just not as stylish that day the pro had her pose. Body a 7-8, face 6. About 155cm/45kg/26yrs. We headed down the street to a hotel (she paid 2,500) and got down to business.
Showered together, fantastic 25 minute massage, BBBJ, and FS. Showered and wrapped up the whole adventure at about the 50minute mark.
Wasn't pure GFE, but was pleasent and the massage was outstanding (she was a massauese in China). Her Japanese was pretty good, but no English.
She called the shop and had me confirm I was satisfied with the service-something I think is a good touch.
Since Tobita is 11,000 for about 15 mintutes, I think this is the better option. Not rushed, and everything you want in a comfortable hotel setting, but without having to check in and wait for a mystery girl for an unknown period of time.
The name I don't remember exactly, but something like Huan.
Take the #25 exit out of Namba station, walk past the McDonalds and it is just one or two more blocks. You will see the big STEP building across the big road on the right. If you get to the river you have gone 1 block too far.
It is on the 8th floor of the same building of Club Coco, use this map:
[url]http://www.club-coco.com/top.html[/url]
Need I to now Japanese in both clubs or not?
Hello Lion,
I am here in Osaka 3 more days so I wanna have some "fun".
For the 2 Club you wrote need I to speak Japanese or maybe in the "Chinese" one can I speak English? Because I am Eurpoean don't look and Speak Japanese.
Hello Lion,
Thankss for the notice about FC in Osaka. I am here another 3 days and I want to have some fun. Unfortunally I don't speak any Japanese and I don't look Japanese too, so is it impossible to go to CoCo or the other "Chinese" club you wrote?
[QUOTE=Brigategb]Hello Lion,
Thankss for the notice about FC in Osaka. I am here another 3 days and I want to have some fun. Unfortunally I don't speak any Japanese and I don't look Japanese too, so is it impossible to go to CoCo or the other "Chinese" club you wrote?[/QUOTE]
You might find it less fun to play with someone who can't communicate with, but I doubt the Chinese place will say no.
Coco's might say no if there are no willing girls, but sometimes they are interested in practicing English while they blow you.
Sorry for my 3 post and THX for the answer. But I wanna find Tobita maybe I will do nothing there but just to tell to friend.
2 days ago I try to go there but I never found it.
I take out at Dobutsuen-mae station and choose exit 8-9 (or something like that) and I was in a very poor part of Osaka. Many Homeless People ext.
Wich is the right way to go to Tobita?
[url]http://map.yahoo.co.jp/pl?lat=34%2F39%2F55.802&lon=135%2F30%2F9.608&layer=1&sc=1&mode=map&size=l&pointer=on&p=&CE.x=534&CE.y=375[/url]
Hope this helps. It's almost fool proof.
[url]http://www.21orover.com/japan/nws/Tobita/[/url]
I had the EXACT same problem but luckily I am a stubborn ass, so I just kept walking, and then......there is was. Rows and rows of young hot J girls.
I am caucasian, was solo, wearing a jacket and slacks, and got about a 40% "dozo" rate from the mama sans. Don't act like an asshole and you will get invited into some places.
Anyway back to directions. its south east of Dobutsuen mae station. Maybe 500 meters south east of exit 2. Exit 2 is your best bet (thanks Tokyo Fun for good directions!!!) go south through the slightly scummy covered shopping arcade. Ignore the homeless. Then make a left after abour 5-10 minutes.
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[QUOTE=Brigategb]Sorry for my 3 post and THX for the answer. But I wanna find Tobita maybe I will do nothing there but just to tell to friend.
2 days ago I try to go there but I never found it.
I take out at Dobutsuen-mae station and choose exit 8-9 (or something like that) and I was in a very poor part of Osaka. Many Homeless People ext.
Wich is the right way to go to Tobita?[/QUOTE]
Finally I found Tobita and it was really a dream as you worte here.
I am a Gaijin and I don't look Asian at all, I am Italian so white skin black Hair. I was in Tobita at 13:00 and 60% of the "Shop" where Open. I was surprise that 70% of Mama san say to me Hello,, or Dozoo. I can't speak Japanese but when I decided wich girl I wanna it was easy to do BumBum. It was like to make love with a GF. So Tobita is Gaijin friendly as long as we go there and we make not Problem. I hope Bad Guys (like me), you will go there to have fun but Gaijin don't make problem or in a Future there will be no More Mamasan invite us to enter this nice world. I think to be there alone and so soon was a tip for me, of course I don't look Dangerous and I was dressing well (Oakley, Hugo Boss, Armani ecc) and I was smiling to all Mama san.
Here I report the bettter way to go to Tobita. Following this instructions it was easy for me to find this Incredible place:
[QUOTE=Teddy Johnwa]Hi,
Just landed in Osaka for few days trip and visited Tobita (hope spelling is correct) the traditional RDL near Tennoji.
A straighforward way to reach the area. Maybe I will make you walk 10 minutes, but you can't miss it. Only straight until a clear landmark. Here it is : get a map of Osaka underground system (you can have one free in any station, just ask the staff they will give you one free in english).
Reach station "Hanazonocho", go to exit 3A. You'll pop out on a pavement at a main traffic light. Do not cross the road, just turn left and follow the pavement. Go straight down following the main road, keep on the left side. Walk for about 5-6 minutes, about 500m. In correspondence to traffic light -the 6th- you will see a small convenience store called "Bread and Food", it has a yellow neon panel resembling a sun. You can't miss it.
Turn left in the small road at this traffic light and you will be in right in the heart of the district. You will notice the white first lanterns of the shops. There is a network of small roads with many shops.
Mamasan are inside with girl on display sited nearby, walk slowly and look at the girls there, sooner or later some of them will call you in. Basically it is a gaijin-friendly district, I went twice and had no problem to be accepted, even if -lets say- about 60% of shop mamasan did not call me in.
I only visit this place during midday or early afternoon because I read in this forum that is a dangerous place. Actually it looks a little eary, with strange people an bums walking around the station area. In the district itself I saw less people... however the air was sort of screaming "behave.... behave....".
In other words I do not think it is a place to go drunken or in groups with "happy" friends, like in the central RLDs. It is the heart of old-style japanese sex life, so its better to be cool there.
If you speak some japanese will help a lot, anyway I don't and everything went smooth.
It is a nice japanese old stile experience. Take care and be safe.
TJ[/QUOTE]