Escort Reviews | Reviews of Escorts in Tokyo, Yokohama, and Saitama

Miona is dangerous. I’m serious, I almost packed my bags to Kyoto with her and forgot I already have a wife at home. She had me planning a new life in my head.

Too good. Too soft. Too perfect. If I see her again, someone better hide my passport.

I booked Shiina because the staff kept telling me she was special, and damn, they weren’t lying. Yeah, she’s beautiful, great style, all that… but that wasn’t what got me. It was her presence. She came in with this calm, gentle energy, like she actually cared how I felt. No rush, no cold service face. She looked at me like I was a real person, not just another client.

At one point, the way she touched my arm, the way she smiled… it hit different. I could feel she was there with her heart. That’s rare. It wasn’t just GFE by description — it was that real, aching kind that stays in your chest after she leaves.

I came to Tokyo last year, and honestly, girls like her are the reason I’m falling harder for this place. I didn’t expect an escort to make me feel… something real. But she did. And I’m not gonna forget it.

It really caught me off guard when I saw her at the door. She was stunning, not just sexy but carrying this classy vibe that hits you in the chest. She’s real, no fake attitude at all, polite with that soft smile that melts you before you even notice. When she undressed, I swear my heartbeat jumped. She moved with this quiet confidence, giving me a performance that sent my mind floating. But honestly, even with her clothes on, she had something that turned me on just as much. That elegant look, the way she brushed her hair back… it fired up both my heart and, well, you know, every part of me.

Miria, that night with you still lingers in my head. You gave me something I can’t shake off, and I’m not even trying to forget it.

It was my first time using an outcall escort service in Japan, and honestly, I had a blast. The WhatsApp chat was super quick and smooth, their English was spot-on, so no stress at all. Ruka showed up right on time at my hotel in Ginza, no tricky fees, just the official price they told me. She didn’t waste a minute or try to cut things short. Instead, she gave me a seriously relaxing massage that felt amazing.

And man, she was beautiful… a really charming Japanese girl with such a sweet vibe. I’m already planning to try their sister shop, Number Five, before I leave Japan. I heard they do more intense stuff like blowjob and even beyond nuru massage, so I’m kinda excited to see how wild it gets.

Looks like my Japan trip is turning into one long erotic adventure, can’t complain at all, lol.

Anri showed up at my room with that soft smile, calm but playful in her eyes. She wasn’t just pretty—there was something warm about her, easy to talk to, like she already knew how to make me relax. Once things started, she turned different. Still gentle, but with this quiet fire. Her body, especially that perfect ass, was driving me crazy. She didn’t rush, took her time, almost like she wanted me to feel every second. I could tell she enjoyed it too, which made it even more intense. When everything was over, she fixed her hair, gave me one last smile, and slipped out the door as if nothing happened—leaving me there, still buzzing, staring at the empty room. She stayed in my head long after she left.