Osaka in this weather is honestly quite nice, suitable for playing something
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Based in: Osaka, Japan. Self-entertainment, happiness first, just be happy, children do not disturb mode. Height 163cm, weight 44kg, Scorpio
InterestsModerate / Experienced / 10–20 yrs
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Are today's short dramas all this blunt? Men's hobbies really basically never change.
I'm personally quite puzzled. Why? Why do men's bathroom small urinals have ice cubes added? A comprehension blind spot. I saw it a few days ago and it felt so novel.
Yesterday's question — the bathroom question. From my personal angle, I still quite like standing to use the bathroom. I think men are very lucky. Maybe tired of the daily method, occasionally switching methods is quite interesting. Maybe I'm just overthinking. Basically, playing in a bathroom, two people together need not worry. Generally nothing bad will happen. It's just that sometimes playing alone is a bit more of a hassle. From my personal experience, I'll block the door. Generally people are all quite decent. Touch it, feel the door can't be pushed in, and they won't say anything. Anyway, for playing in a bathroom, a five-star hotel is definitely most suitable. Clean and hygienic.
Today reading posts on the square, I always see people saying they're seeking an M, then so many W this and W that. I think this is a very interesting thing. This is a buyer-and-seller matter. What kind of person does the buyer think is worth spending several W on? What kind of person does the seller think you can get for only several W? This will forever be an unsolvable answer. The buyer always wants to spend the least money and do the most things. The seller always wants to sell themselves at a higher price. Unsolvable. It's just like a relative of mine in real life. He always thinks he wants to find such-and-such a person. But in reality his demands are truly the kind where even Yang Mi would have to step aside. But he himself has nothing — he has nothing that could possibly be worth anything close to that. This is the eternally unsolvable opposition between buyer and seller markets.
Yesterday I haggled with a merchant for three hours. Haggled off 24 yuan — sigh, a four-digit item and I only haggled 24 yuan. It seems women just enjoy this haggling pleasure. Quite happy.
Everyone loves beauty — today a good friend praised me, saying I dressed very prettily. I'm especially happy in my heart.
So fast, already passed Osaka — soon I'll arrive in Osaka.
Qixi — at noon I ate and went home. I feel these past two years, Valentine's Day, Qixi Festival, are so cold, really meaningless, nothing new. Staying home is most suitable. But I did receive gifts — I can open gifts when I get home.
Bought some Austrian ice wine — delicious. Having a small drink with someone, slightly tipsy, happy. Tonight let's go do something bad.
Yesterday's ice wine was delicious, just it goes to the head. And maybe my state was truly good — messing around, playing, if it doesn't kill me I'll play to death.
Enjoying life in time and being happy is most important — but if there are good ones, no one likes the bad ones
Of the Qixi gifts received this time, this piece of clothing is the most outstanding. Normally it can be a shirt; with an ultra-short leather skirt, garter stockings and high heels it's very handsome. Another way is a camisole — a very good variation, charming and moving, suitable for slightly tipsy moments and places with few people.
Damn work hours — I don't want to work. Summer vacation is over, sigh, I really don't want to work.
No title — shot it for fun myself. Last time I wore it backwards and didn't even notice.
It seems men have a stereotype about women in qipao: high slit — the slit must be as high as possible, the kind even fat people can't wear is best, must be body-hugging, must have curves, must be the waist-twisting kind. But qipao, normally, has always been loose and comfortable. The reason it was improved was because earlier clothes were too cumbersome. It exists as a kind of light, dignified clothing. Anyway, thinking about it, I find it quite interesting.
Don't know if it's a WS (watersports) post or stockings,
For a while I personally quite liked fishing. I think fishing is quite interesting, especially before, a group of friends rode motorcycles on an outing, a group of people rode to a place, then a meal of fishing was really good. Occasionally two people go fishing — then it becomes 'the fisherman's intent is not in the fish'. Although it's a hassle, it's very interesting — fully experiencing the strength of these small fish. Although it's a hassle, it's also worth remembering.
Suddenly I saw a post someone made about marriage and games. I think in today's marriages, having some games and some fun is very normal. After all, as things stand, the adult-products market is a blue-ocean market, still quite large, better year by year. And young couples nowadays also have high acceptance. But trying to find a marriage partner in a game scenario, I think it's a bit difficult. My deepest experience is this: something that's for seeking fun, seeking happiness — when it meets daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, when it meets day-after-day daily life, that's a disaster. Something that's clearly like a match — yet you make it exist like a stove. That is truly not easy in itself.
Suddenly I saw a friend post in Moments. Truly gone and never to return. A rock person I once loved most. Inexplicably I love his Bell and Drum Tower.
Would holding a parent-teacher meeting like this be abrupt?
Personally, I still don't recommend learning dance. Although when I was little, the little ones also learned for a while, then I stopped it. It seems I myself also feel, after learning dance, especially regarding this bodily aspect, it's not taken so seriously. Like how I now never touch safety shorts — same logic. In my feeling, I'd naturally accept just wearing a thong. And I don't feel any rejection toward see-through outfits. Maybe it still has some relation to having learned dance before. Learning dance does make the figure better. But perhaps more so, dance indeed belongs to a mode of pleasing others with the body. Overall, I think I regret it.
Today's alcohol is so amazing
Suddenly I saw a line that resonated with me: dance students are just athletes who can't eat. In the past I really felt it — truly hungry in every way. With such a large amount of exercise every day and such hard rehearsals, I didn't dare eat one extra bite of rice. Fortunately I later didn't choose this path — too bitter, too tiring. My former classmates who later took the dance-student path all say it's bitter to death. And this is a joke too — it seems dance students are generally not interested in that matter, maybe like what others say, frigid. Wanting a dance student to actively do this thing actually isn't easy, because it's a very tiring thing for you, and possibly your own physical fitness and other aspects have problems. Friends around me told me that every time they mess around with something, they feel like they're going to die — not very comfortable.
Suddenly thought of a joke question. It seems men's obsession with Ferris wheels is always to do something bad. But personally I think a Ferris wheel is a very good game venue — just pay attention to time. No wonder one round of a Ferris wheel is all deadly slow.
Regarding the question someone asked about wearing toys outdoors: actually wearing toys isn't as terrifying as in novels and movies. Actually the most feeling is when it starts up; after a while you adapt. Relatively, wearing it in the back door is unsuitable in many ways. Sound-wise, it's not easy to be heard unless someone hugs you or it's a very quiet environment. Is there basically any possibility of being heard? Actually this thing's formal significance outweighs its practical significance. And this thing can actually exist as a little game. The most important thing isn't what's played outdoors, but that after playing outdoors, you can better do something else.
Is this design really like this? I really hadn't noticed
Suddenly happily discovered that after finishing work this week, I rest three days, then work three more days and I can rest a whole week of 7 days — so great, so happy. Being on duty on the 4th makes me very unhappy.
By my aesthetic standards, a pity — 5 years ago I definitely would have bought it. A pity my real figure can't wear it anymore.
Consider this a vent, or an episode of madness. Today I saw a topic, about the problem of safety shorts. Exposure and safety shorts — these two terms, how should I put it? From my angle, I can only represent myself. I've never worn safety shorts, including that what I wear daily is a thong. Then encountering some clothing designs that have their natural problems, it's actually relatively easy to have a wardrobe malfunction. But the situation is different in that, when I generally wear such clothes, there must be a man beside me for whom I feel it's worth dressing up. A woman won't inexplicably do an inexplicable thing. When she's alone, tell her to dress up however — she may not necessarily do full makeup, or dress to some degree. It must be because there's someone beside her she's interested in. Like that saying, 'a woman dresses up for the one who delights in her.' The reason she dresses up is to make the man beside her happy, or satisfied, or interested in her. So even if the dressing is a bit excessive, or risks a little exposure, from my angle I don't think it's a big deal. Everything is for his happiness. So I think that old saying is right: 'a woman spends for the one who delights in her; a man goes poor for the one who delights in him.' Very realistic. To put it bluntly, those crazy clothes are all very expensive — those big-brand runway styles cost a fortune. Premise is these clothes also have to be pretty; it's not like you randomly find one that's for exposure's sake — I don't like those either. Everyone loves beauty. No one wants to be un-beautiful. Beautiful, pretty — even when there's a wardrobe malfunction, it's still beautiful.
I keep posting about old ladies venting — even I think it's a trap. Lately I'll change the angle and post some of my personal experiences. If there are instrument questions you want to know, leave a message and I'll post my personal feelings — just personal feelings, only representing my own views. This first question was also asked by someone: they said seeing this kind of ultra-long, over-one-meter back-door toy, how is it used and won't it hurt the body? From my personal angle, I've played with it a few times. The visual is very shocking, but it's indeed uncomfortable. First, the toy can't be too cheap — the one I played with last time was over four digits, very smooth to the touch, very soft. It looks big but it's basically all air; once you press and the air goes out it's actually not that big, but it is indeed long enough. The preliminary work is very important — to play, I prepared for almost two months beforehand and afterwards. The first time was also full of problems; only later did it slowly get better. There'd be a strong uncomfortable feeling, my stomach was nauseous for a long time. Honestly, it's not fun, but men will like it — the scene is very shocking, the visual impact is beyond words.
Second post — last time I talked about back-door toys; this time let's talk about messing with delivery riders, which was popular for a while. For a while I really loved messing with delivery riders. Did it several times. The most memorable was in Osaka, at a hotel that was fairly high-end, with good stuff too. That day, we'd actually been messing around for a while, and the things on my body hadn't been taken off. We'd always thought the food would be left downstairs and we'd go get it, but unexpectedly he delivered it upstairs. At that time that idiot got a hot brain and said, 'You go get it like this.' I said, 'My hands are bound — how do I get it? And in this state, I'm wearing qqny.' He was so bad, he pouted his lips — meaning use my mouth. Maybe I was in an excited state too, I thought, OK then. Opening the door startled the delivery guy. In the end I carried the thing back in my mouth. I remember the delivery guy had a shocked face — his whole person was stunned.
Second post — last time I talked about back-door toys; this time let's talk about messing with delivery riders, which was popular for a while. For a while I really loved messing with delivery riders. Did it several times. The most memorable was in Osaka, at a hotel that was fairly high-end, with good stuff too. That day, we'd actually been messing around for a while, and the things on my body hadn't been taken off. We'd always thought the food would be left downstairs and we'd go get it, but unexpectedly he delivered it upstairs. At that time that idiot got a hot brain and said, 'You go get it like this.' I said, 'My hands are bound — how do I get it? And in this state, I'm wearing qqny.' He was so bad, he pouted his lips — meaning use my mouth. Maybe I was in an excited state too, I thought, OK then. Opening the door startled the delivery guy. In the end I carried the thing back in my mouth. I remember the delivery guy had a shocked face — his whole person was stunned.
Third post — let's talk about playing games in the cinema. Playing in the cinema, I'd choose some relatively unpopular sessions, maybe at midnight, or sessions with few people. Seats might be chosen under the projector. Under the projector, because of the lighting, there's a bit of a 'dark under the lamp' feeling. Personally I like most the kind with two seats connected. For outfits, best an umbrella skirt, or simple qqny inside a trench coat — overall, dress loosely.
Today I saw a saying that's quite interesting: if you like someone slutty, you need to understand appearance value; if you like someone pretty, you need to understand benefit value; if you like someone obedient, you need to understand emotional value; if you like someone serious/proper, you need to make yourself reliable enough. Quite a classic line.
Haven't watched a movie in a long time — accompanied a kid to watch 'The Eight Immortals'. Not many people.
The front and back diagrams of this miniskirt are honestly a bit scary. I really have no feeling for it. Is it really like this?
Last night at midnight someone pulled me up to drive to Osaka. At the hotel we messed around for a while, got hungry, went out near 3am to find food. Unexpectedly the roadside mobile stalls were still open; the taste was quite good, just a bit cold. I was only wearing qqny (sexy lingerie), relatively thin, but it was a cute, crooked-cute thing. The food was good and fine to wear out too. But at the stall we found a riot of demons dancing — I was actually quite conservative. These stall owners are used to it. I have to say, many times I'm just ignorant — the things after 2:30am have many different styles.
Just now I saw this post and felt that it fit surprisingly well: an extremely self-consuming person meets an extremely carefree person — a really great combination. Same burying of flowers: Daiyu buries flowers under the peach tree, crying like pear blossoms in rain. Wukong squats in the tree chewing a peach, watches her burying with difficulty, and casually says: “Are there enough flowers? If not, I'll shake some more down for you.” Many things aren't perfect — meeting the right person, enjoying life in time, and being happy is most important.
Today I didn't expect Osaka's weather to suddenly turn cold. In the hotel I really didn't feel it, didn't feel it at breakfast either. Now that I'm out, I wore too little — I feel a bit cold. I wonder what it'll be like going to Osaka this afternoon?
The weather is really good today — a few friends drove out for a spin. Yesterday we borrowed cars everywhere and finally scraped together 7 cars, in a mighty procession we charged out. Today's weather is good, better than yesterday, the roads around Osaka are comfortable, the seafood is good — I still quite like motorcycles.
Zara has finally become something I can't afford either.
Last night I dashed to Osaka. Eating Osaka duck heads at midnight — satisfying it was, but really spicy. So spicy that this morning going to the bathroom, that sour thrill nearly killed me. But eating it was still pretty good. Today going into the mountains to eat farmhouse food. Climbing a mountain. Wearing 11cm high heels. A high-slit long qipao to climb a mountain — scared those hikers to death. But today the weather is truly good, this mountain is comfortable too, the farmhouse courtyard is very comfortable.
Seeing this picture, I suddenly felt nostalgic — when I was young I really dared to wear things; similar clothes I'd dare to wear straight out the door, and going out I even ran into police, almost got arrested, they thought it was a special industry, and staying at hotels I even got my door knocked on by police. A crazy-like experience. Back then I was young and truly a bit crazy, and my figure allowed me to mess around however I wanted. A pity — time spares no one.
This one has a bit of novelty.
A beautiful instrument of torture — its reputation is well deserved.
Which one do you all think I'll choose
The dresses at home seem to be only 1 and 7 — purely extreme. An extreme lifestyle.
Recently I took a substitute teaching task — yesterday I went to substitute at a high school. I found that high schoolers really are different from our students. I think they're very cute, and very good at expressing themselves. I think it's really interesting — they'll praise you. In class they'll even take out a mirror and look at themselves, super incredibly narcissistic. These high school boys are really quite interesting. The girls are relatively more reserved. Why do I feel today's high school girls have a bit of a hooligan air? Not that feminine kind of feeling, more like a big-sister-boss feeling. And the boys, some are quite neutral/androgynous. I don't know how to put this problem — I feel today's boys are much weaker than boys of our era. In our era, in high school we pursued health and a masculine spirit. Now they fuss with their hair, fuss with their faces; in class they take out a mirror to look, saying how beautiful they are. But in our view, these little boys are so low, such a weak feeling. Hair has to be styled up, standing up like this, and every now and then they strike a pose for themselves — I find it so pretentious. But maybe little girls sometimes go for this. Anyway, from my personal angle it's interesting but I don't understand it. Vocational school students may be in a different state from regular high school students. They'll even joke around with you, the teacher — very interesting. They'll say, 'Teacher is wearing a qipao!' A teacher in a qipao! And also wearing high heels. Just thinking about it makes me laugh. Anyway, quite interesting. Sigh, toward the end of term I have to help substitute everywhere. It's also a very interesting experience.
I received a Halloween gift from someone, and only then suddenly remembered Halloween is coming. Halloween is actually a pretty good day. Messing around is really quite fun. It's just that Osaka usually doesn't have that atmosphere. Osaka has a bit more atmosphere — one year in Osaka it was OK too. Valentina keeps calling me to go for Halloween, or for Christmas. This year I'll find a chance to go to Osaka. I haven't been in a long time either. I forgot what outfit I wore last Halloween —好像 it was a witch costume, I think. I remember, what was that witch costume? I think it was a witch costume. Anyway, last year I had quite a lot of fun, I remember last Halloween we did mess around quite a bit.
