All names changed to protect the saucy

*also if you're my sibling or cousin or friend you might not want to read this. I WILL be home one day and you WILL have to look me in the eyes...

So. Many times I've been asked to report on Japanese guys I've gone out with, and any peculiarities they may have.

There's not much to report. A bit of knickers-sniffing, which I think MOST guys with a pulse and a sexy girlfriend would indulge in if they had the chance, a bit of enjoying some pretend scenarios - nothing out of the ordinary - and a bit of "holy crap, you actually MOVE during sex, what the fuck, this is awesome!"

However, they ALL had certain preferences with regards to favourites. Let me see if I can list some for science's sake.

Yasuhiro liked me on my front, him growling around on top and roughing me up like a caveman. Grrr.

Kazuhiro liked me crouching tall on top, where his long arms could reach up and touch my breasts and shoulders. He had a great body and was a sweet guy but, sigh, he had not a bad boner in his body. Can anybody spell T-A-M-E?

Takeshi was great fun; he'd always tell me in a panicky crescendo when he was about to come (or, "go" in Japanese): "Is it OK if I come? It's OK? Really? YESSS!!! I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come... I'm going to! Here I come! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!!! I'm --- ohhh god... oh GOD, so good, OH that was good. I went. I went. Hey Manda, I went! Why are you laughing." He liked it most when he was on top, and I was sort of perpendicular or at right angles to him, on my side. He liked how deep he could go in, and how the angle felt really different, and he liked seeing my breasts bouncing from a different angle. He could never last long like this so it was always a "Haven't you done well, now you get to fuck me how you like it, baby" prize.

Yutaka liked it ALL. I usually don't bother letting guys who aren't potentially long-term boyfriends go down on me cos once you've had girls, you realise guys are crap and it's best just to get on with the sexing, but he was GOOD. Slow, soft, lazy, lapping gently, using those hands of his, and smirking at me sweetly from between my thighs whenever I gasped down at him in shock. I could just lie back, put my arms above my head, and let him do his thing. And that was his thing, I think. He was bloody good at it and always had a raging erection while he worked. He was slightly shorter than me, so fucking from behind like a pair of frenzied mating dogs never happened, but hey, you can't have it all.

His being shorter was cool. He wasn't remotely self-conscious about it - he loved that I was taller and he had so much girl on his hands. Whenever I went to his place, I'd sit at one of the cut-log stools next to the kitchen, and instead of sitting on one the same size, he'd drag a shorter chair over and sit below me, grinning up like he'd won the You Get To Fuck a Giant Girl prize (I'm actually only 163cm). He also loved it when I'd lie full-length on top of him, when we were lying around talking, covering his body with mine. I LOVE it when guys do that to me, too, but in a different way, I think.

And Keisuke's number one thing was to tease me into giving it up to him; it thrilled us both to pretend I was reluctant, and he would sweet-talk me and pressure me into allowing him to "just let it sit there for a moment, I won't put it in" and then, of course, hold me down a little, and slide it in bit by bit while shushing my protestations. Yay! That was hot. Often he was so cute I could hardly bear it afterwards. "I had SEX with you!" he'd crow, and kiss me happily.

No, Keisuke. I had sex with YOU, you sexy scoundrel.

Any questions? No? That's that then.