Traveling to Japan was a real experience, the culture, the food and the temples, a melting pot of delights. My standout absolute favorite discovery was the Japanese toilet. I mean, I had heard about it, but I put it down to a bidet with bells. It is so much more than that. It all started on my first night in Tokyo. I was staying at the Intercontinental at Tokyo Bay. I know, pretty swish, it was for work! I started my morning like any other on the toilet with my phone watching endless streams of shite on Instagram.
The toilet seat was heated – but hey that don’t impress me much. I lived in a house with 5 other people and one toilet, I was accustomed to a warm seat. Once I had finished up, I focused on the array of functions, trying to locate the flush. I started messing with all the buttons. There was this one button (I remember him well) that activated a medium pressure jet. It’s like it knew me. Water came shooting up. I adjusted myself to make sure i got a thorough clean, in and around. my lone hemorrhoid. Then it found me. There is no better way to start the day than a shit swiftly followed by sexual release. It was surprisingly good, had a shower and started the day.
During my break I went and visited the toilets again, this time in the office. This one played music as soon as you sat down, had a bit of afternoon delight.
Later that day whilst at dinner with work colleagues, i felt a little surge of discharge in my pants. I quietly congratulated myself about the lack of vaginal dryness, I was winning against menopause.
Back story, both of my children were born vaginally.
It turns out my vagina was thirsty, she was drinking up all the water from the jet wash. Then Shawshanking discharge throughout the day. It is called vaginal entrapment.
I miss those toilets I think about them often.