Karake Box - Don't open the door!
We were on the Highway going from the domestic Tokyo airport to Narita international, through the bus windows massive buildings flitted by in the distance. “Do it,” she said with whiskey in her voice. Her eyes were half lidded with sexuality, almost comically so. I looked over to the 6 or so people in the front of the bus and back at Nao. My erection started to stir, Nao turned towards the window and sank down pulling down her already loose jeans exposing herself from the back. “I want you in me,” she said in thick Japanese English. I shook my head internally, amazed at how I found such a sexual woman in a sea of shy flowers. I opened my pants, pulled her tightly close and sank into her. We both of us hit a painfully silent orgasm in minutes.
The music bumped, richly familiar, and I felt like I could understand the Japanese hip hop belting out of the speakers. This was heaven, I had only been in Japan for a month and the high was only getting more and more intense. I scanned the bar, sizing up all of the women there in a matter of seconds. One girl lingered in my mind, although I barely looked at her. She was 5’7”, model lean, fucking gorgeous but what held me was her expression. She was smiling at the guy she was with but it didn’t reach her eyes, there was a cold bitter power surrounding her and every other girl faded into the background of my thoughts.
Thirty minutes later we were outside, my back to the cement wall of the club with her pinning me there. I grabbed her hair and stared into her eye’s, demanding dominance, “Stop it, we are not in a porn, calm down with the biting,” Anger flushed her cheeks but she followed my lead. “Let’s leave,” she said grabbing my hand and pulling me away. I agreed and then she took the attraction to another level, “I will be right back, I have to tell my boyfriend I am going.”
There was really nowhere I knew to go because I didn’t know her city. With my prompting she took control and brought me to Karaoke, a tiny room with a massive TV, huge speakers and sofa room for six. I was suspicious of her intentions but in not knowing the culture I decided to error on the side of caution. Our hour ended with me belting out (quite well) “Hotel California” and I almost didn’t catch her frigid disapproval.
We left and she lingered, clearly not able to communicate something to me that I should have gotten. When she straddled me on a park bench and said again, “Where do you want to go now?” The light bulb finally flickered and burned through my cultural caution. There was no doubt what she wanted and by that time the tension was physically painful. “How does Karaoke sound?”
They gave us the same room but this time I noticed, there was no lock on the door and it was graced with a large unfortunate window. I looked up to see the security camera on the ceiling, pointing right at the couch. As I closed the door someone walked by the window glancing at me briefly. I teetered on a decision, but looking at Nao tipped it, no one knew me here and if I went to jail, it would make a wonderful story.
When I kissed her, my hand went to her top and I pulled it open slowly some buttons giving, others breaking off. As I exposed her body methodically, with disdain for her clothing, she worked at my pants. We didn’t bother with foreplay, she was soaked and I was painfully hard.
We fucked like high school kids, skin stripped off of our knees, the floor and couch slick with sweat. Her hair tangled with my fist and her ass pink from my hand. When she first climaxed it was at the top of her lungs but it was muffled by the painfully loud music. Our hour in the Karaoke box went by in minutes and we were only reminded of time by the ringing telephone. She slid and crawled naked across the wet floor to answer the phone and I realized watching her nipples silhouetted in the light, that I had caught a fish I didn’t want to release.
Unfortunately, this fish carried no sustenance and after three months of the best sex of my life it ended with her threatening suicide and me wanting to follow. This horribly unsustainable sexual tension and the incredible intensity of the sex only maximized the unhealth.
Linda and unsustainable tension
The last post Sexual Tension – The THC in the brownie of attraction – Part one showed a pinnacle example of how the inexperienced can get snared into unsustainable sexual tension. This usually leads to confusion and frustration when the tension releases after sex is fulfilled. If we pick apart the welding story we can see a few very powerful examples of unsustainable tension:
- The age gap of 12 years
- The inappropriate nature of teacher/student
- I was fresh out of high school, flirting with legality
- I thought she was gay and stupidly wanted to “turn her”
I later became friends with Linda the Welder/Artist after only a handful of sexual encounters. I tried to continue the relationship but once the bubble of tension was burst, only my libido continued the momentum. Linda and I became friends because there was positive sustainable tension built on respect but not enough to become sexual again. Unsustainable sexual tension is built on the inappropriate, it is the castle on the sand that is washed away by the first sexual tide. There is no substance, it is the sugar cookie of relationships.
Nao and Negative sexual tension
I wish I could go deeper into my story with Nao, I wanted to explain how angry and jealous she was. How she would have me followed, how I constantly apologized when she would fall into a fierce depression. I wanted add how much this negative tension fed into our sex life. How I wanted her more after I become suspicious of another man or I lusted after her forgiveness for my indisgressions. Nao and I built our relationship on Negative Sexual tension:
- She had a boyfriend when I met her whom she initially refused to leave
- Her boyfriend was a wealthy doctor that I felt threatened by
- We both had many people on the side, something that creating maddening jealously
- We would argue and fuck in a pattern that solidified
- Nao was sexually indecent and would fuck anywhere and everywhere (I am in the mile high club)
- We became sexual addicts and filled ALL time with sex
Linda’s story and Nao’s are different but they appear similar. Linda’s story was far more innocent, it was built on something relatively inappropriate but not necessarily negative. This is why the two of us could be friends, she was a smart talented woman that I respected tremendously. Nao’s relationship with me ended in flames, and at the end I had to literally take her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped. It was a filthy, messy, sexual slurry of dysfunction. Every dirty sexual receptor in my brain was stimulated by her and going down in lustful flames was as pleasurable as death by heroin.
If it weren’t for Nao, I never would have understood the dangers of such a situation, or learned to avoid them. Although, I look at girls like this the way Opra might look at a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. I fucking want them!! But I want health more and I resist.
If unsustainable sexual tension is a mansion on the sand, negative sexual tension is the Shining’s Overlook hotel burning to the ground with my libido screaming, “Redrum! Redrum!!!” It is to be avoided at all costs but of course you don’t learn to not pet the wild dog until it bites you.
Continue to part three in the sexual tension series – Positive tension – can you create it?