Tobita lives upto its name
Following dissapointing sexually and spiritually purifying stay in Kyoto, I decided to take the 30 minute train journey to Osaka. Thanks to the very specific directions given by Romannose and confirmed by Sukebe, I went like an arrow from the Osaka JR station to the Tennoji station on the Matsuido line ( about 8 stations away). Found the hospital building with Apollo nad Lucias easily. Then we should turn left and keep going downhill througha residential area till you come to a street shop complex. Tobita is behind this. I got lost here and got siked by the sudden apearence of residetial area. Went around in circles for sometime, before picking up courage and asking a man for direction. He pointed me in the right direction. But was not good enough to get me into the place. So I had asked direction again. THis time of an elderly woman. She also pointed out the same direction. I asked them in proper English ( as I dont even speak rudimentary phrases of Japanese). These people didnt understand English, but understood Tobita, when I said that word and immediately pointed me in the right direction. THe third time I asked a young women ( didnt look like she was in th eprofession an dlike a resident of the residtialfamily area), she also pointed me in the right direction. Every body there knows Tobita, nobody was ashamed or embarrased when I asked direction. The neighbour hood residents know and looks like appreciate that I was going there! I found Tobita quite by accident in the end, as I followed a young girl riding a bike to what looked like a tailor shop, but which later turned out to be one of the TOBITA shops!
I looked at all the probably 150 shops in the Tobita area. Tobita is an area where there are shops where the mamasan and the girl offering her services sit on a cushion by the opening into the shop. They present the girls nicely with a flash light dazzling her up a bit and girls alluring themselves in various make up get ups. Very similar in concept to Amsterdam and sme other Eurpoean capitals where women sit inide the windows offering a good view of ther assets.
Clearly the shops nearer the shopping street and the residential area have better women than the one farther, which are essentially really old hags. I dont know who goes to them. They all ask the same price of 11000 for 20 mins. After circling around, I settled on a young one and bargained a 30 min service for 12000, which was granted. Except for about 10 odd shops every else I had an acknowledgement from either the girl or her mamasan or both, wit more than 50% actively propoting themselves. SO it is fair to say, I was ina buyers market and therefore chose well, a young, fresh looking and a small looking girl with just a hint of curves. This was as opposed to big titties, which I suspect are a result of silicone pads.
The girl I was destined to mate was Miki. ABout 25, slight in body, great servcie. Very gentle. Did mish, doggy and anal. CBJ, my licking her pussy, she orgasming ( fake or real I dont know, but she was all wet, which made my action that much more pleasurable). All done in 30 minuts without appearing rushed. Was indeed the crowning glory of a weeklong shag fest in Japan.
On the way back, had a nice italian pasta dinner at the restaurant on the firt floor of the hospital building containing Apollo and Lucias. That concluded a great fortnight in Japan for me with good action covering all the highlights of Japanese sex life from the best calls ervcies of CLub Boo and AM in Tokyo, the silken touch of the Yoshiwara's soaplands, the suck restaurants of Kyoto and then the famed Tobita of Osaka!
My report on Tobita Well, it's been a long time since I've done any mongering. Bu
My report on Tobita
Well, it's been a long time since I've done any mongering. But I found myself with some spare time today, and thanks to the reports of the noble ISG Soldiers, I decided to give Tobita a try.
I live in Kyoto, which is pretty dry in itself, but I also have the disadvantage of being black. And tall. And, somewhat intimidating (even some westerners find me intimidating. Though I don't try to be). So whatever nil chance there is in Kyoto for foreign mongers, my chances have crossed into negative numbers. But reading the reports here, it seemed as if people were getting 50-70% success ratios, and I figured that wasn't too bad. If I could get even half that, I'd be happy. So with the directions provided by, I set off for Tobita. I should also note here that I can speak fluent Japanese, although this doesn't really seem to help me that much, as most touts have made up their minds about me before I can even open my mouth.
I would like to confirm that the directions by the way are SPOT ON. It was really easy to find. The name of the subway line is Yotsubashi. You can catch it from the Nishi Umeda station.
As many others have described it, it's a neighborhood with houses that sit next to each other, where the mamasan and one of the girls sits in the entrance and tries to catch the attention of male passer-by's. It really does seem like a scene removed from time or something. It's somewhat expansive, with several cross streets and what not. I arrived at about 4:30PM on a Sunday. I was hoping that this would be late enough to have a good number of shops open, but still early enough to beat the crowd. My timing seemed pretty good. About 85-90% of the shops were open, and there weren't too many guys milling about.
However, after 15 minutes of walking around the district, my success ratio was a whopping 0. I tried looking mamasans and girls in the eye, smiling, walking slowly, nothing. I turned down side streets, passing by more shops. Nothing. There was a wide variety of girls. Young girls, mature women, OLD women (at least 50 years old); short, tall, thin, plump, big breasted, etc. Most were wearing nightgown type clothes, but some were wearing maid outfits, schoolgirl uniforms, and various other dresses. I found quite a few girls that struck my fancy. But none of the mamasans were acknowledging my existance.
I continued turning down one street after another, in many cases passing a particular shop 2, 3, even 4 times. The girls and mamasan began to notice that I was walking around in circles. I decided if they weren't going to come to me, then I'd come to them. I started trying to approach the mamasan of girls I liked. Before I could even get a word out of my mouth, the mamasan was shaking her head, giving me the armbar cross-X "No", or flat out saying "akan" (Kansai for "no good"). I tried to save face by asking if they knew how I could get back to the subway (I was also hoping they'd notice my Japanese abilities and change their minds). Quite a few mamasan weren't even willing to help out with that. I continued to walk around, and now I was starting to hear the mamasan and girls talk about me as I walked past. "You hear that? He's trying to pretend like he's looking for the subway! " One mamasan says. One working girl simply says "I don't want him as a customer. No way! "
If you ever want to have your ego completely broken down, try mongering in Japan for awhile, especially if you're not of Asian descent. I'm not any kind of a heartthrob or anything like that, but I'd like to think I'm somewhat halfway decent looking. I have a nice build, I'm in my 20's, healthy, clean cut, and not harsh on the eyes. I was dressed neatly too. Polo shirt and slacks. So it was interesting to be walking along, and have a middle-aged, overweight, balding, sweaty Japanese guy, or an old, crusty Japanese dude with several teeth missing walking ahead of me, and to have the mamasan try to solicit him, and then ignore my existance as I trailed behind. And people wonder why Japan is called "The Land of Tears. "
I had pretty much given up. None of the places I wanted to go would have me. None of the places I didn't want to go would have me either. I wanted to leave, but I found that I'd randomly crossed so many side streets, that I really was lost. I tried seriously asking the mamasan for directions again, and again they were giving me "No! " signals before I ever opened my mouth. I found the outer rim of the district, and decided to just walk along here, hoping I'd run into the street I came in on. However, as I was walking along, I heard a "Doozo! " from a mamasan. I looked around. There were no Japanese guys in the area. Could she have been talking to me? I looked at the mamasan, and she repeated it. I was actually being invited in! I took a look at the girl. Not attractive at all. Stocky build. She could have been a pro-wrestler. And the layers of makeup could only partially hide the ugly. And she was getting up there in the years too.
But you know what? Maybe it was because my ego had already been broken down, maybe I was just happy to have finally been invited, maybe I had just set my heart on doing some mongering today in Tobita. That I accepted. Beggars can't be choosers. And while this saying usually works the other way around. That's just how Japan is.
I went with the woman upstairs to a tatami room with a futon on the floor. The mamasan came up with water and snacks, and talked about the price. I agreed on 11, 000 yen for 15 minutes. The mamasan left and I was left with the woman, who introduced herself as Yuka. We had some small talk, then she left to "prepare". I moved to sit on the futon, but kept my clothes on. Yuka came back and first asked if I wanted to dim the lights. I thought that would be a good idea. She instructed me to take off my clothes. I did so, as she did the same. She got started with some DFK, with some ear-nibbling and nipple kissing (which I am a sucker for). She eventually moved down for a nice BBBJ. After a few minutes of that, she asked "69? " I didn't particularly want to, but I said yes. Anything to get the process moving along, and get the most out of my yen. Yuka swings around, and let me tell you, I got hit with, undoubtedly, the hairyest snatch I have ever seen in my ENTIRE LIFE. I had to go on an Indiana Jones expedition before even getting to the pussy. Oh well, what does not kill us, makes us stronger. I did try to minimize how much tongue I actually used though. I ate a girl out in a pink salon once and came back with a throat infection.
After a few minutes of 69, Yuka asks if I want to go ahead and put it in, to which I agree. She asks if it's okay to use a condom. I don't know what would have happened if I'd said I didn't want to. But honestly, if she hadn't asked, I would have insisted on it. Yuka puts on the condom, and she gets on top. She has a tight pussy at least. We get a good session in, and I just choose to finish with her on top rather than change positions. At first, Yuka made the "not really, but I'm gonna moan to make the guy feel like he's doing good" sounds during the foreplay, but after insertion she really did seem to enjoy it. She cleaned me up, and noted how much bigger I was than Japanese guys. The bruised ego starts to feel slightly better.
Yuka leaves to get cleaned up, and I put my clothes back on. I took the hand towel I'd gotten when I first came and used it to wipe my tongue down. I also noticed a basket with assorted candies, and gum. I took two sticks of gum. I only took one at first, but I dunno, something in the back of my head said "take two". Yuka comes back and we have a bit more small talk. She asks if I'd ever been to Tobita before, and I told her that this was my first time. I told her that I lived in Kyoto, and it was hard/impossible to get any service there. I also mentioned that I'd been turned down quite a bit here in Tobita (tastefully leaving out the part where she was my last resort). Yuka seemed bothered by this, and said that people, especially Japanese people, can be judgemental about a person based solely on their appearance. She seemed disappointed that this attitude was in Tobita as well. She also said that she was also subject to the same kind of discrimination just because of how she looked. Yuka was a kindred spirit. She earned my respect here. She also said that it was too bad that the industry was so harsh towards foreigners, as we were MUCH better than Japanese guys (better manners, better sex! ), including myself.
Our time ran out, and Yuka and the mamasan saw me off and asked me to come back again. I'd been worried about the time. 15 minutes didn't seem like much, but honestly, it had been more than enough here. Overall, great GFE, great FS. Wish the girl had been a lot more attractive. But I was glad to have given her my money, if for no other reason than for having accepted me. Who knows. Maybe Yuka or the mamasan will talk about it and change some other people's minds? Hopeful pipe-dream thinking, I know.
Anyway, having done what I set out to do, I was all ready to leave Tobita. But I was still lost! I wondered around again, still looking for the exit. As I walked, a Japanese friend called me on my cell phone. I answered and talked in Japanese as I walked. Quite a few mamasan seemed to notice me speaking fluent Japanese. I finished my phone call and doubled back. The mamasan still didn't call out to me, but they didn't seem as put off by my existance as before. Maybe, it could just all be in my head.
I was still lost, when I passed by a place I'd passed by on my original run. The girl was older. In her late 30's maybe, and wearing a smart pink suit. I like older women, and I'd thought that she was pretty enough, but hadn't bothered asking at this shop. As I passed by this time, the mamasan looked at me and actually smiled. I kept walking. But I was still lost. I checked my wallet. I just happened to have 11, 000 yen left. I decided to ask the mamasan for directions at least, and then see what happened. The mamasan was very helpful, told me exactly how to get back to the street I'd come in on. She then noted how good my Japanese was. I told her I'd been living and working in Japan for awhile. She asked how I'd come to Tobita. I told her a Japanese friend had recommended the place, and I'd been walking around but hadn't had any luck getting into any shops. She then offered her shop to me. Yes! Score! I confirmed that it was okay, then stepped into the entrance. The mamasan said "We have a younger girl! " and called for a girl named Wakana. I actually kind of wanted the mature lady already sitting there. But eh, again, beggars can't be choosers and what not. Wakana comes out, and indeed she's younger. Definitely in her 20's. A bit chubby. But, big tits! I haven't had big tits on a Japanese girl since. Ever, maybe. Allright, I'll take it.
Wakana is obviously nervous as she leads me upstairs. The mamasan comes up, and I confirm that the price is 11, 000 yen. At this shop though, that'll get me 20 minutes. She offers 30 minutes for 16, 000 yen, but I don't even have that on me. Wakana tries to make small talk, but is still very nervous. She leaves to freshen up. While she's gone, I wonder how or even if junior is going to rise to the occasion again. It hasn't even been half an hour. I decide that, ultimately, that'll be Wakana's problem. She comes back, and we both get undressed and get on the futon. She skips any kissing, and goes straight for a BBBJ. Well, any fears about junior putting in an encore were dashed as he heroically rose to the occasion. After a few minutes, she put the condom on and got on top.
Wakana wasn't quite as tight as Yuka, and not quite as active on top. I sort of felt the erection starting to go away, so I told her to switch to missionary. However, in the transitional period I lost the erection! I don't know about you guys, but I HATE losing erections in front of any girl, but especially working girls. I mean, its their job, and losing an erection is almost like saying "you suck at what you do. " In ordinary situations, I usually go for a little oral. Would I be eating out my second working girl within an hour? I suddenly remembered the second stick of gum I'd taken from Yuka's shop. Ah, what the heck. I dived right in, and was able to get junior back up to battle status in no time. Whereas I said Yuka "seemed" to enjoy it, I KNOW Wakana enjoyed it. It was written all over her face. She kept trying to restrain herself from saying "I'm coming! " (in Japanese, "iku", so she kept saying "ikk-"). I also seemed to be hitting areas she previously didn't know existed. This got her more into it, and soon her nervousness was gone and it was a real GFE.
After awhile, I realized I wasn't going to get another orgasm out, so I just stopped at a good point. Wakana needed a minute or two to recover, before she got up and started the clean up. She told me that she really enjoyed it, and again that I measured up much bigger compared to all the Japanese clients.
Mending of broken, shattered ego: COMPLETE.
Wakana and I talked for a bit, and eventually the chime rang signaling the end of the time. Again, 20 minutes doesn't seem like much at first, but I was surprised at how long it actually lasted. Wakana thanked me and asked that I come back again, making sure to tell me the days she worked (everyday except Monday). The mamasan was even friendly as I left, reminding me of the way to the subway once more.
So all in all, I got two good GFE FS, but it was sort of bittersweet as the girls weren't ones I would have ordinarily picked. It was really frustrating not being able to choose the girls I actually wanted, and then kind of infuriating to be flat out refused, and have the mamasans and girls talk about me behind my back. I suppose if you are of Asian descent, or Caucasian and not sufficiently threatening, your options will increase. If you've got your heart set on mongering in Osaka, Tobita's probably the right choice. However, I think you actually have better chances with non-working girls and nampa. Just have a good technique, go to the right places, and you can probably pick up better looking girls and spend only a fraction of the cost. But that's a debate for another day I suppose.
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Yet another report on Tobita
As if we needed any more. Still I don't have experience with Juso or the DH scene so I am payinit forward hopin you guys will let me know about those places.
Second time this month for me. Wanted to find the girl from previous post again, but she was no where to be seen. Stopped once at another girl and the mama gave me the crossed-x-hands thing with an apologetic bow. Another time the girl who saw me was noticeably unnerved but the mama told her not to worry, that she could do a gaijin. Luckily for her perhaps she was not my type.
Just to mention it, so far in Tobita I've been with girls in high school uniforms, a kimono, an evening dress, and a race queen. This week the girl had on just red lingerie and a white cotton dress shirt buttoned with one button, and was wearing glasses. I guess to appeal to the fetish aspect.
She had nice-sized ski-sloped breasts for such a skinny girl, and they were real. Probably a Japanese D, but this looked big on her. She was also quite pretty but had that bouffant Osaka city girl hairstyle.
I think she was new. DIdn't ask, however. Her name was Kazuki. Good points: Great breasts, very pretty, nice fishnet thigh stockings, open to gaijin, tried to be friendly.
Bad points: Could tell she was just trying to be friendly. During CBJ she looked at me batting eyelashes and smiled. Again was refused on anal. But the kicker: "Don't touch my nipples," she said.
Without thinking I just asked "Eh?"
"They're ticklish," she said. Kusugutai.
She did tell me to knead them. "Monde kudasai," she said. So I did. But that was as far as she allowed, which of course made me want to get on those nipples even more. DIdn't though. Oh well.
Doggie style, missionary, then woman on top. When I came she just sat on me for 10 or 20 seconds, which was different. I think she likes to see guys come. Then again I have no idea.
She left promptly after wipe up and stayed gone what I thought was inordinately long. 20 minute session, and bell rang while she was out. When she came back it was like "otsukaresama mata kite" (well done, come again).
Not the best as far as enthusiasm goes, but really hot. Said she was 21. I keep expecting to see these girls walking around in the city, but its a big place, and many are probably from out of town.
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