Letting Go
I'm really starting to reek, and I've practically given up on bathing. My last was in some natural hot spring out in the countryside I snuck into a couple of months ago. Only in Japan could a foreign man break into the ladies' without ever being reported. Women of all ages and shapes just relaxing naked in the outdoor spring, and thinking "well, he's from overseas, and therefore, MUST be confused". Little do they know what being in a place like that does to a man who has, just like them, bathed separately since puberty--one woman and her friend, both very young and supple, took breaks from looking up at the night sky to stare at my crotch. From where I stood, It seemed to be providing great material for conversation, but I refrained from joining the discussion. The fantasies that ran through my mind though, mostly of satisfying the two women's curiosities in front of all of the other bathers, forced me to remain sitting in the bath until everyone had gone back inside. When the last person scurried through the door to the indoor springs, I attempted to lift my body out of the bath, but realized everywhere ELSE had turned to jello. I was too exhausted to dry off, so I carried my clothes out with me to the nearest station, dressed, and jumped the next train to the city. One station hand on the way spotted me in between cars from the platform and, shaking his head, hit the emergency stop button, but I just jumped off, and hid from the cops. I was back in the city before sunrise.
And now, the humidity from a late rainy season has me smelling rather offensive. It's not B.O., but a mixture of ass and unwashed hair. I remember back when I at least washed my hair on days I thought there was a possiblity I would be with a woman, but I've almost completely let go. Now, the only thing that turns me on is seeing women struggle to pretend that the smell doesn't offend or make them want to vomit when they are satisfying me--turns me on more than their attempts at "gratification".