Lost Girls & Love Hotels
Prude 50 Shades of Tokyo, with Alexandra Daddario. Suck it, Dakota Johnson, instead of nepo babies there are pillow boobies.
It’s truly prude, one of those spooky stories to frighten children. Depressed loner gets to Japan to run away from her life. Her job is perfunctory, she really wants to booze up and have sex with lots of Japanese kids, mostly ghastly weaksauce white breads. She does rebuke the Scottish drinking buddy, for some reason.
When browsing Hokusai’s porn woodblock prints (Dream of a Fisherman’s Wife), she meets some Yakuza and they have proper sex, with pain. You can tell he is Yakuza because he has a car on central Tokyo. They do public displays of affection even, our girl even skips work to travel with him to a rural hotel. She feels like she made it!
After some fuck session, he drops the bomb: he is getting married. After wailing around town, being fired by the previously supportive headmaster, she begs him for hardcore sex.
Denied by his fuck-buddy, she is fired and therefore evicted, and keeps wandering around cheap bars and sleeping rough. She tries being a cheap “hostess”, with the kind clients that demand titties at karaoke, it’s too much for her.
At her low point, she meets some guy who is about to go full Christian Grey and Dexter on her, but her hero rescues her. She manages to get to the US un-raped. Good job, everyone.
After that she glad to go back home, after learning a valuable lesson. What kind of twisted censors allow erotic asphyxiation, but forbids areolas? Puh-lease.
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