There was a full moon outside the hotel window, my best friend was downstairs in the lobby, and a strange man was jerking me off with a vibrator. No, this wasn’t a fantasy—this was my real life. We didn’t go to Tokyo with the intention of being sex tourists, but that’s what happened. Thirty minutes earlier, I’d rushed up the elevator and through the hall to meet my erotic masseuse. As I approached our hotel room door, I was greeted by a 20-something Japanese man with flawless skin holding a gift bag.
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