CHAPTER 2 - How I Went from One Herbivore Man to Another
Chapter 2
In reality, what happened with Takeshi added to the pile of sexual disasters I encountered until my thirties in Japan.
I had met too many men with premature ejaculation, men using their penis like a hammer, men tapping on my head and calling me “a good little girl,” men playing with my clitoris like a joystick.
I had faked too many oh, ah, yes, more, and I had enough.
They were Masato.
With perfect mastery of the French language, Masato loved arts and French literature and was tall for a Japanese man—6 feet.
When I first met him, I wasn't sure if I liked him.
He wasn't the type of man I would normally date; his soft side didn't contrast with mine and I love contrast.
Yet, we had a relationship for about one year.
One year of painful sexual frustration because Masato suffered from premature ejaculation.
He would usually finish within two minutes and I know because I counted the seconds, bored during our sexual interactions.
It took me some time before realizing that Masato had a problem with premature ejaculation. I didn't even know the term at that time and wasn't very educated about it.
At first, I thought he was being lazy.
Masato would laugh embarrassed, when I would say "You have to do something about this. Please go and see your doctor; Or maybe ask your father, or your mum."
Masato's parents were both doctors so I genuinely thought he could ask them what was going on with his engine.
One night, as we were having sex, Masato was about to finish before it had even started and I had the bad idea to make the following request "Masato, wait, imagine you're having sex with your mother!"
I had talked with a French friend about my situation and she advised me to say this to help him slow down and get less excited.
Indeed, it got him less excited—Masato got as flat as a tire and we went to bed both frustrated and with an awkward thought about his parents.
To this day, I'm not sure if it was a joke from my friend or not but I'm telling you, this method doesn't work.
I thought countlessly on cheating on Masato but I wouldn't let myself do that.
Instead, I ditched him for Dai.
Dai was a short man with no hair and incredibly muscular for a Japanese man.
He loved kung fu and spent his rare free time bodybuilding. Dai was smart too—he was working for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and was often on business trips.
The first time I met Dai, we exchanged business cards and when he read my name, he immediately recognized my origins. He greeted me in Arabic and French, and this immediately sparked my curiosity.
What are the chances to meet a handsome Japanese man who can speak both French and Arabic on top of English?
It was quite enough to seduce me.
Dai was from Kansai, a region in Japan where people are known to be more playful and funny than Tokyo. He would make some jokes and I would burst out laughing.
It felt good to be able to understand a joke in a foreign language and Dai was making me feel good with his jokes.
Two months after we met, he asked me in the most romantic way to become his girlfriend and so I left Masato for Dai.
It wasn't the best way to break up with someone, I agree. But I couldn't resist Dai's cute accent.
With Dai, sex was better but it didn't last long. After three months in the relationship, Dai didn't want to have sex with me anymore.
He had made an effort at the beginning, when he was seducing me, and now, the routine has taken over and work was more important than me.
Dai was often on business trips, meeting with me once every three weeks and was completely worn out each time we would meet.
I was in a relationship with a ghost and cried a lot in his absence.
When he returns to Tokyo, I would still keep having some lonely nights with him at my bedside.
Days after days, my sexual frustration grew.
One night, I burst out in tears and begged if "he could just touch me."
Dai thought I had a problem. He asked me to get some help and from the next day, I had never seen him after.
It took months to heal that breakup; I really loved Dai.
In the meanwhile, Masato had already found a new girlfriend and I was single again.
Karma surely got me back.
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