JAPAN: not for the faint hearted

[andthenhor]

Been reading up quite abit on the japanese culture on the sexual aspect...
after some research, found it to be so so so dark...

Japanese do anything, anything to sextify their WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD sexual need.

so why i'm i starting this thread?
let share about some of japan darkest secret....

1. japan got this sex service, where working women agree to be drugged, then they will fell asleep, customer will then creep into their room, upon their bed where the sleeping beauty is there for them to do anything for her...
heard it's actually quite common in japan.

2. japanese actually like to intro their angmor gf who work as freelance or in bar to their wife. they will go for meal together where the angmor gf will be intro as their english teacher.

above is just 2 of those weird fantasy japanese have and do it..

now, anyone heard of lucie blackman? read tokyo hostess...
she was going on a date with this japanese man who love to have sex with drugged and fainted women.
lucie blackman was killed by him, cut into several parts....

next follow up post will be on a living legend...
his name is issei sagawa!!

at the mean time, anyone wanna share about some of the weirdest thing japanese do to ease their sexual needs?

[RealEstateGuy]

Brother, what you write about is not mainstream JP society. Only perverts like you and those in JP would seek and ferret out information like that and make conclusions on the general population based on a small segment of mentally ill sex percerts such as yourself. Have you considered getting help and possibly making a lifestyle change for your own good?

[happyfamily]

1. japan got this sex service, where working women agree to be drugged, then they will fell asleep, customer will then creep into their room, upon their bed where the sleeping beauty is there for them to do anything for her...
heard it's actually quite common in japan.

the above sounds very happening... but really got this kind of so called service in japan?

[andthenhor]

i will use my usual half fuck english to intro the below character...

ISSEI SAGAWA

now 51 yrs of age.
in 1981, he invited a fellow dutch student to his house to read a poem to him, while he recorded her reading, halfway through he shot her in the back of her head with a rifle.

what follow really shock me.... and i'm sure will shock u as well...
he took a knife and cut her butt, eat it... then tried eating various part of her...
he then have sex several time with the dead body...
before almost completely eating her....

he was captured soon, but he was certified legally insane.
and the french police lock him up in a medical centre for life...
but few year into it in 1985, they figure it will cost too much $$ to lock him up forever, therefore he was shipped back to japan.

upon reaching japan, somehow his dad manage to free him and he was a free man, free from the sexual crime, free from MURDER.

he went on to be a celebrity. wrote a book and directed in movie about his crime and canibalism.
he then went on to painting, painting womens butt.

below is a extract from his book.
Now, if u are a faint hearted.
DO NOT READ

The Confession

" I am amazed. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Tall, blonde, with pure white skin, she astonishes me with her grace. I invited her to my home for a Japanese dinner. She accepts. After the meal I asked her to read my favorite German Expressionist poem. As she reads i can't keep my eyes off her. After she leaves I can still smell her body on the bed sheet where she sat reading the poem. I lick the chopsticks and dishes she used. I can taste her lips. My passion is so great. I want to eat her. If I do she will be mine forever. There is no escape from this desire.

I arrange for her to read the poem for me once more. I lie to her. I tell her I want to record the poem on tape for my Japanese teacher. She believes. I prepare everything. The cassette recorder for the poem, the rifle for the sacrifice. She arrives on time. After drinking tea and whisky, she speaks. She smiles at me. But I know inside that I'm the strangest one of all. Her yellow sleeveless top shows off her beautiful white arms. I can smell her body.

I turn on the recorder. She starts to read . She speaks in perfect German. I reach for the rifle hidden beside the chest of drawers. I stand slowly and aim the riffle at the back of her head. I cannot stop myself.

[andthenhor]

There is a loud sound and her body falls from the chair onto the floor. It is like she is watching me. I see her cheeks, her eyes, her nose and mouth, the blood pouring from her head. I try to talk to her, but she no longer answers. There is blood all over the floor. I try to wipe it up, but I realize I cannot stop the flow of blood from her head. It is very quiet here. There is only the silence of death.

I start to take off her clothes. It is hard to take the clothes off a dead body. Finally it is done. Her beautiful white body is before me. I've waited so long this day and now it is here. I touch her ass. It is so very smooth. I wonder where I should bite first. I decide to bite the top of her butt. My nose is covered with her cold white skin. I try to beat down hard, but I can't. I suddenly have a horrible headache. I get a knife from the kitchen and stab it deeply into her skin.

Suddenly a lot of sallow fat oozes from the wound. It reminds me of Indian corn. It continues to ooze. It is strange. Finally I find the red meat under the sallow fat. I scoop it out and put it in my mouth. I chew. It has no smell and no taste. It melts in my mouth like a perfect piece of tuna. I look in her eyes and say: "You are delicious."

I cut her body and lift the meat to my mouth again and again. Then I take a photograph of her white corpse with its deep wounds. I have sex with her body. When I hug her she lets out a breath. I'm frightened, she seems alive. I kiss her and tell her I love her. Then I drag her body to the bathroom. By now I am exhausted, but I cut into her hip and put the meat in a roasing pan. After it is cooked I sit at the table using her underwear as a napkin. They still smell of her body.

Then I turn on the tape of her reading the German poem and eat. There is not enough taste. I use some salt and some mustard and it is delicious, very high quality meat. Then I go back to the bathroom and cut off her breast and bake it. It swells while it cooks. I serve the breast on the table and eat it with a fork and knife. It isn't very good. Too greasy. I try to cut into another part of her body. Her thighs were wonderful. Finally she is in my stomach. Finally she is in my stomach. Finally she is mine. It is the best dinner I've ever had.

Afterwards I sleep with her.

Next morning she is still here. She doesn't smell bad. Today I must finish cutting up her body.I have to put it into suitcases and sink it in the lake. It will be her grave.

I touch the cold body again and I wonder where I should start. I start to cut off all the meat before amputating the limbs. While I cut her calf I suddenly want to taste it. I see the beautiful red meat beneath the fat. I grasp her knee and her ankle, and tear it with my teeth. It is tender. I slowly chew and savor it.

After eating most of the calf I look at myself in the mirror. There is grease all over my face. And then I start to eat at random. I bite her little toe. It still smell of her feet. I stab the knife into her arch and see the red meat deep inside. I thrust my fingers inside and dig out the meat and put it in my mouth. It tastes okay. Then I stab the knife into her armpit. Ever since I saw it under her yellow sleeveless top I wondered how it would taste this good. The wonderful taste cheers me up and I devour her underarm up to the elbow.

Finally I cut off her private parts. When I touch the pubic hair it has a very bad smell. I bite her clit, but it won't come off, it just stretches. So I throw it in the frying pan and pop it in my mouth. I chew very carefully and swallow it. It is so sweet.

After I swallow it, I feel her in my body and get hot. I turn the body over and open her buttocks, revealing her anus. I scoop it out with my knife and try to put it in my mouth. It smells too much. I put it in the frying pan and throw it in my mouth. It still smells. I spit it out. I go into the next room. It smell of fat, like I've been frying a chicken.

It's been twenty-four hours now. Some huge flies hover and buzz in the bathroom. I try to chase them away, but they came back. They swarm on her face. They seem to tell me that I've lost her forever. It is no longer her. Where is she? She's gone far away. I've broken her. Like a child who breaks his toy. I try to use an electric knife to cut her body. It doesn't work. It just makes a loud sound. I use a hatchet. I strike several times. It's hard work. I strike her thigh. Her body jumps up. If she could feel, it would have hurt.

Finally the thigh separates from her body. I bite it again, like I would bite a chicken leg. Then I cut off her arms. It is even harder than the thigh. I use the electric knife again. It makes a shrill sound, like the sound of her shrill voice. It works this time. Her hand still wears a ring and a bracelet. When I see her long fingers I am driven by another impulse. I use her hand to masturbate. Her long fingers excite me.

When I'm finished I try to bite her finger. I can't. I'm disappointed. I put her hands into the plastic bag along with her legs. And then I see her face. It is still quiet. She has a small nose and a sweet lower lip. When she was alive I wanted to bite them. Now I can satisfy that desire. It's so easy to bite off her nose. As I chew the cartilage I can hear the noise. I use a knife to cut off more of the cartilage and put it in my mouth. It really doesn't taste very good. I scoop out her lower lip with my knife and put it in my mouth. It has hard skin. I decide to eat it later when I can fry it. So I put it in the refrigerator.

I want her tongue. I can't open her lower jaw, but I can reach in between her teeth. Finally it comes out. I cut it off and put it in my mouth. It's hard to chew. I see my face in the mirror. Her tongue entwined with my tongue. I try to close my mouth, but her tongue slips out. Finally I cut the skin off the tongue and taste the meat.

I try to eat her eyes. It's hard for me to stab into them, though it is the easiest part of her face. I can tears coming from them. It frightens me. Her eyes are all that is left of her face. It is nearly a skull.

I decide to take out her stomach. When I stab under her navel a little fat appears and then I can see the red meat under the fat. I slice a piece of the red meat and put it on a plate. Then I stab into the stomach. The internal organs appear. There is a great length of rolled tubes and I find a gray bag at the end of the tubes. It must be the bladder. There is a strong smell as soon as I pick it up. I thrust my hand into her body cavity. There is another bag. It must be her womb. If she had lived she would have had a baby in this womb. The thought depresses me for a moment.

I pull out the intestines. My hands sting from the digestive juices. At last I have to cut off her head. It is the most difficult thing I have to do. I cut off the meat on her neck until I can see bone, then I cut again. She still wears her necklace. I try to use the electric knife, but it doesn't work very well. It just makes its shrill sound.

So I use the hatchet. I imagine myself on the guillotine. It is surprisingly easy to cut through. With the head gone her body is now only flesh. When I grab the hair and hang up the head, I realize I am a cannibal. I put the head in a plastic bag. I separate the body and put it into two plastic bags. They are heavy. It is hard to put them into the suitcases. I am finished. It is midnight. I call a taxi.

I am back home. I turn the TV and open the refrigerator. I put the dishes on the glass table. I recognize each pieces of meat. This is part of her hip and this is part of her thigh. I fry them on the stove. I set the table. There is mustard, salt, pepper and sauce. I put her underwear beside the dish. I sniff it and look at a nude woman in a magazine. I try to remember which part of her is in my mouth, but it is difficult to connect the meat with a body. It just seems like a piece of meat. I continue to eat her body until I am caught. Each day the meat becomes more tender, each day the taste is more sweet and delicious. "

[thomas88]

Thanks bro for the chilling story.....

[jacky43]

Do not know is it still in Japan, saw it in Shocking Asia. Serial killers deserve to be hanged, media should not make it like they are heroes. Members will remembered an RA movie, "nature born killers", watched it 10yrs ago i don't think is great to kill people.

[fast_tongue]

TS

Thanks but we should not seen somehow promote these crazy japs act. We will have have enough maddies around in singapore soon and one has started to stab ladies. I think bros here wan is discussion on pure good sex, not these lunatics acts.

[andthenhor]

can someone explaine, how someone who committed the following crime be allow to earn so much money by talking about his crime and be a free man going to talk show, variety show and pocket loads and loads of money...
http://www.google.com.sg/images?rlz=...w=1058&bih=419

[wynchn]

well..... this is a mad mad world..... n ppl r willing to pay crazy $$$ to crazy ppl........... i suppose this is life...... always full of surprise.....

[andthenhor]

Originally Posted by fast_tongue

TS

Thanks but we should not seen somehow promote these crazy japs act. We will have have enough maddies around in singapore soon and one has started to stab ladies. I think bros here wan is discussion on pure good sex, not these lunatics acts.

hi fast tounge, noted on ur view, but somehow i feel s'porean will not reach the extend of wad i posted.
it's just a discussion on sex, a crazy or lunatic kind thou.

different bro here have different taste of sex, there's one thread where bro here discuss about eating shit...
so each to their own view.....

[jacky43]

All murders are horrible, justice need to be served, an eye for an eye. People tend to overlooked thinking here, save place nothing scary. May i brought back the Kallang River case, the PRC factory girl murdered by her supervisor.

There was a 60s murderd case of 2children which haunted me till this gen. I think older members will recalled this also. Back then there was rumours of relatives that did it, victims' parents don't want to tell the true. I think the father was a taxi driver, rumour of winning lottery $ that was not honor.

Another unsolve case of a family at a pte house, i only remember newspaper report that the girl may be molested, raped by the killers. Rest messy, how i wish "Cold Case" is good, justice did not see the lights with this 2cases.

[naturegreen]

This thread has aroused my curiosity and sent chills down my spines. Anyway I did a further search and found more info on Lucie Blackman (including her pic - quite a sweet looking lady ). Do read up for those who might be interested.

[johnhandsome]

I think Japanese is different because they are living in a very competitive and also pressure society...

[tomvoyeur]

Originally Posted by johnhandsome

I think Japanese is different because they are living in a very competitive and also pressure society...

That's y Jap women go to Bali to relieve their pressure lol.