1ST DAY AT ASIA ADULT EXPO IN MACAU

  Here I am, wedged against 4 big pillows. My toes wiggle with happiness under the soft and light quilt. The sheets feel good, I took a hot bath that gives me the feeling of being a soft pink lobster, I can finally resume my story ….

• We are therefore in Macau for the Asian Adult Expo, 2nd edition, and larger adult exhibition in Asia. And yes, it is only the 2nd year for this show in its infancy last year, but today it looks rather promising. However no foreign video production companies are there; why? Porn is illegal in China and the market belongs to the Japanese companies that have clearly nothing to do with Western porn. Shocking detail but that you will probably appreciate , all the porn actresses “made in Asia” are pretty! Here no ultra close-ups where the curves of the girls are over-exposed (if not “exploded”) on  DVD covers; only portraits of nymphs, the prettiest Asian girls ever: big  innocent eyes , pretty heart-shaped mouth, clear and smooth skin, firm small breasts or heavy  ones as round an savory as warm brioches;  they pose, innocent or falsely provocative, making a bashful smile, accessible and valuable. In front of such  an intact beauty, how is it not possible to dream of seeing these angels tasting the sins of the flesh? The next day I had the chance to meet three of them and enjoy their unique beauty. This time I was there as a journalist for the french adult magazine Hot Video. My mission: to interview there 3 japanese pornstars. Mission that I didn’t accomplish without difficulty in fact. Differences of mentalities and cultures don’t always help; Japanese people don’t work the same way as French people do : no improvisation, no spontaneity, no ” we will see” . Respect someone is to express  the importance he has for us and therefore it is essential to organize the interview  in advance . The french photographer Marc Lelong and journalist shooting the “Hot Reports”for the website,  Gerome, come with me at the meeting.

•  I have in front of me Suo Yukiko, Sasa Handa and Misss.Noa. Each one is delightfully different.. I want them all . Suo is the romantic girl who dreams of becoming a woman, to exist, to be under the flash lights. Her white dress is floating just above her knees ; if the dolls could speak they would have her voice. She is an angel who think that she can fly higher by being a pornostar. If such illusions can sometimes make me smile in France, here they are touching my heart. She laughs like a shy virgin, blushing to confess her wildest fantasies, having sex “outside”, outside her bed. I must be dreaming, but yet I know she’s honnest. She is neither the player Jenna Haze or the “dirty talker”Jesse Jane , she is a flower of 20 years old and who is probably even not aware yet of her own sex.
• Sasa is a little candy. Her flaws make her even more attractive and I can not help but imagine her fastened, a gag over her mouth, her huge breasts balancing from left to right as she’s pretending to escape .A pretty Asian girl, it’s already something beautiful, but a beautiful Asian girl with large natural breasts that make you forget Marylin Monore, that is simply a miracle. They generously overflowing from her neckline,  seem becoming always bigger…. I have some difficulties to focus. I try to get back on her face and look into her eyes. A candid look,  adorable ears a bit too much beyond her black hair. A real little sex-toy. She does’nt do “girl/girl” she says. “I’m scared of fingers.” If you knew honey how fast I could make you change your mind. Your fears and your certainties make you more desirable …
•   On her left, the older and stronger one, Miss Noa openly adept of sex for sex ; she does not dream of glory, she just wants to get pleasure. Well, my Japanese sister? She’s less pretty, she is a little bit too skinny, she doesn’t have the round curves of a Chinese bun, but playing with her would be my pleasure . Because I know ….that she knows, and sharing our knowledge would be an interesting moment for both of us.
• Failing to make my  feet rub by  these 3 creatures, I would at least like to have some sexy pics of them. These are the rules: no pictures, no interview printed ! In Hot Video magazine, no cheap pics taken on the web or fast “souvenir” pictures. I respect that…but considering the circontances, I wish it was different. After some polite requests to the company which holds in exclusivity the 3 pretty little faces and bodies of my interviewees, I realize that there won’t be anything published. I will report later that behind the affable nods, and the repetitions of “yes-yes” , is hiding a great indifference for us, foreigners; it seems that the Japanese think a different way than anybody I met until now. While Westerners expose free adult content on the web or offer for free great double-pages of hardcore pictures to the magazines in order to do their “promotion”, the Japaneses carefully preserve  their actresses. The real exposure for a girl is then to play in a mainstream  movie or to be on TV, not to do an interview for a magazine they do not know. We must also recognize that their X-rated industry is already very successful since it provides an entire continent, and they have no need to please  foreigners that represent more a kind of danger and pollution, and not a market to conquer. This impression is then confirmed to me by some Chineses and some Australians who know the Japan’s adult industry.
•  Fortunately I could meet later  other Japanese girls, much more outgoing and friendly …. which is, I must admit, less exciting. We can not have it all. Like me, the ”Libido” will be performing on stage tomorrow. We sympathize when the 1st night we receive with a big smile at the press conference, a certificate of thanks from the organizers of the show. (I have the impression that the awards and distinctions are essential in Asian culture).
•  Already 8pm. I must meet for dinner the manufacturers of my line of lingerie who are present at the event. I leave you again (you will have to get used ), and I don’t yet when I’ll meet you again, but for sure I’ll be probably back  with the answers to some of my questions… 

 

• We are Tuesday December 2nd and I landed in Hong-Kong. A driver who doesn’t speak a single word of English but is still laughing, a great design hotel found on tripadvisor located in Kowloon, then a nice walk where I get lost (I love losing myself in big cities…it’s always the best way to visit) in the middle of a huge crowed made with  small people. lol. In the morning I get on the ferry that drives me to Macau, the asian Las Vegas … “The most corrupted city in the world” said Orson Wells. When speaking of American culture we can not fail to mention their sense of excess, their taste for extremes, for « bling bling », their boldness that goes up to reproduce in the middle of nowhere some of the most representative monuments of the European culture: the Eiffel Tower, the Coliseum, the Palace of Venice … honnestly it was daring ;  but again, if Asians are more discreet, they secretly built a brand new empire .Fast, hardworking, they build with the determination of an army of ants ready to dominate the world and the whole solar system that goes with it. If Macau is still a draft of Las Vegas, still having a lot under construction, the few hotel-casinos already mark their overwhelming domination. The Venetian is not less than the largest hotel in the world, Macau and its gamers generate more money than Vegas and I even heard that it generates as much as all US casinos together.

   

• Here no Elvis , no Marilyn, no flyers distributed on the streets to offer the services of an escort girl, no bachelor parties where revelers crammed spread across your path, not even in the vice and gambling, Asian remains in its place, serious and disciplined and girls are exposed side by side, “ready to eat”.I do not know what worries me the most: their little faces unbelievably juvenile, or the number they wear pinned to their breasts. Las Vegas slot machines sing their songs of sirens 24h a day ; you are caught in a tumult that make you lose the head, even for those that do not gamble, the melody of the falling coins is intoxicating, heady, to a point where silence in your suite then seems alarming. I have not this feeling in Macau. I am lost in the immensity of this town/ hotel / mega-mall / casino /, all gaming tables are busy, I’m only in a microcosm in which, myself , I am a tiny particle. I just want to find my room and sit on a soft bed, remove my socks and lay down arms and legs wide open in the « star position »..

   

• S…., my computer has no more batterie, too bad. I must leave you on the platform of this train station. Besides, we’re arriving at Kowloon, my destination. It seems that things are pretty well made.