For today's lewd lassies, the good vibes just keep on coming
Rumi, a 20-year-old student at a beauty college with a slender body and a great tan, just loooves to hang out at the beach.
"When I'm sunbathing, I see men's eyes traveling over my bust and legs, and that really gets me hot. I guess women just want to be seen," she giggles.
Once in this condition, Rumi can relieve herself in public without the least concern over being observed. Her technique is to paddle her beach board out a ways from the shore ("there aren't too many swimmers there, y'know?") and, while gripping the edge of the board with her left hand, let her right hand slip down to her submerged lower torso, and poke a finger or two through the narrow part of her bikini and stimulate herself to orgasm.
"The feeling of doing it with people around is incredible, completely different from being alone in the bathtub," Rumi blushes.
As you might have guessed, the subject is about women's creative techniques for self-abuse in unusual venues. And after hearing the most intimate confessions of 11 lewd lassies, Shukan Taishu is convinced that dildos and vibrators are old hat. Now, the object of choice can be anything. Even a mobile phone.
Employed as a saleslady by a cell phone retailer, Madoka, 24, took what was perhaps too great affection to mobile models while on the job.
"We hardly get any customers during the summer season," she winks. "So I thought I'd spend a little time comparing the silent ringer (vibration) levels of the various models."
Naturally the most effect way to do this was to have the phone in close contact with her body. How close? Mmmm, would you believe snuggled against her love nest?
"I hold it so the tip of the antenna is right up against my clitoris," she giggles. "Once the thing starts buzzing, I can really get off on it. After I used one, it went back in the case. Then this really nice young guy bought it. Thinking about him using the same phone I'd been diddling myself really got me sopping."
Emi, a 29-year-old secretary for a foreign executive, prefers to sneak into his private office for a confidential wank.
"It's on the 24th floor and has a panoramic view of Tokyo Tower," she says. "A great view of Hibiya Park too. I'll raise the window blinds, and then slump back into that big, cozy director's chair with my legs apart and pleasure myself."
Hmmm, remarks Shukan Taishu. Someone in a facing building with a telescope might unexpectedly find himself with a spectacular view of a promised land of another sort. And wonders what Emi's boss would say if he knew, while he was away on his business trips, that his secretary was moaning with pleasure behind his desk.
"Better keep away from vacuum cleaners," is Sayoko's advice. The 23-year-old newlywed, who enjoys marital bliss with her hubby about three times a week, became aroused one day by the snakelike appearance of her vacuum cleaner hose, and the next thing she knew, she attempted to seek out its phallic delights.
This was done by sliding the hose forward and backward against her clitoral mound.
Finally Midori, age 38, talks about her experiences growing up as the daughter of parents who were custodians of a dormitory for single factory workers in a rural town.
"My father was hospitalized for three months," she relates, "and my mother spent most of her time looking after him, so I pitched in with their chores.
"There were three washing machines next to the bathing area, and the guys would leave their fetid underdrawers in the clothes hamper before running a load of wash. I could get incredibly turned on by sniffing them. On the one hand, I guess this kind of odor fetish made me feel a little sordid, but perhaps because I was young then, their odor seemed to me like the smell of fresh green grass."
Midori then married and moved to the big city, but of late has frequently felt nostalgic stirrings to visit her parents' place in the countryside.
"For the past several years, I've only have sex with my husband about once every three months," she admits, "and have been feeling sort of frustrated. So I've got into the habit of hopping the train and going back to visit my folks as often as time permits."
Not long after Midori arrives and gets settled, she'll mosey over to the dorm laundry area for a secret sniff from their aromatic BVDs.
"It probably seems sick --- offering to help out with family chores just so I can get another whiff of those fetid men's briefs," Midori sighs.
The conveyance she rides to her source of pleasure, quips Shukan Taishu, is not a streetcar, but an express train named Desire.