Tastier Than a Fuji Apple!

I met her when she was a senior in high school. She was petite and unusually tall for a Japanese girl, and trendy for her age, too. She had a type 3 square face with strong defined lines, which can be seen in famous people like Demi Moore, Joan Crawford, Sandra Bullock and even Julia Roberts. A. Fuji had good overall looks and was very desirable to look at. She looked more like a Japanese Demi Moore than all the rest with a bob cut lightly dyed brown and beautiful skin.

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I remember random strangers approaching me and paying me both curt ‘back-handed’ and ‘double-edged’ compliments all at the same time with comments like : ”she makes you look young” or “ you did pretty good for an ugly guy.” I would just shake my head and take it as them being envious of me.

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She was fashion conscious at all times, and made sure that everything matched from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. In fact, whenever we went out she would always make sure that I was either wearing a nice Polo shirt or an Armani - that was before I got the paunch! Even in high school she drove a Lexus - her own one, not her father’s and she made sure that it was always clean.

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Highly gifted in advanced mathematics; dumb about life; and a shopaholic, she never ceased to amaze me at how much she didn't know about compulsory subjects taught in school like history, art, and the sciences, even down to the most essential things regarding her own hygiene - how ironic. And like I mentioned before, when it came to solving and quantifying advanced mathematical equations she was a whizz!

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Being with A. Fuji, her real surname , was an unusual digression for me because I only prefer and love older Japanese women to the core, but I wouldn’t be fair to myself if I only limited my selection to them without first biting into this young apple, and other young fruits of this kind.

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When she finally moved in with me we had to pay for additional storage space just for her shoes ! She had hundreds of pairs of shoes. She was the opposite of my former lover who was frugal. A. Fuji was the youngest girl I had ever been with and one I will never forget. Her fashion sense was way ahead of her time; power suits, Ann Taylor, and so on.

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I was living as a successful bachelor on my own in a very nice part of Torrance, California for a few years. I met her when she was attending high school in Palos Verdes. She was shopping at a Walmart when I approached her to try and get her number. She shot me down instantly! So, I gave her my number and then she walked away leaving me there wondering whether I used the right lines or not….

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That night I get a call at around midnight, and it’s her! The last thing I’d ever expect was for her to call me, but she did. Apparently, she had a falling out with her father and needed a place to stay in order to let off some steam. I told her to come over and have a beer and the rest was history.

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As time went on the relationship blossomed, but not into a normal relationship, but one full of nympholepsy for all things a man could possible want in a young lady. She was a sex addict, and she loved doing role playing during sex, which eventually took its toll on me. Five times a day everyday was a bit too much.

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I started holding back and asking for more time to sleep because I was working a lot. What was really lacking in our relationship, though, was communication. She couldn’t talk about any subject matter other than her shoes and clothes. I began to lose interest in the relationship from that point because of this void. From that time I began to wonder whether Japanese parents actually raise their kids, or just feed and water them.... Even if I had asked her a simple question about Japan, like who's the prime minister, she would just look at me with blank stares. I needed somebody I could talk too, not just a warm body I could just pile drive every night while pretending to be a dirty little doctor dressed in a white robe wearing latex gloves.

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At the height of our relationship she would wait for me at the door 5 minutes before I got home. Upon opening the door I would be greeted with a very large plate of food in her left hand, and in her right hand she'd be holding an ice cold beer, standing there naked with her mouth open and flicking her tongue at me. She said what three choices would you like? Three choices, what was the third? She didn't say anything after that, so I chose #3 and she went to her knees and went to work immediately. All of this was going on before I had shut the front door. I completely forgot I left it open. This whole scene was completely unexpected, but similar pleasure were given to me almost everyday for 6 months.

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Then one day I lost complete interest in her, which was mainly due to her inability to take an interest in relevant things like life and her future. Sex was a good thing, but sex alone couldn’t supplant the need for someone I could talk to naturally and freely. This is where I began to explore other types of women, namely, the Jukujo.