First time in the Philippines..."not a day without a lay"

[tantalizeme]

DAY 3: Poon with Belinda @ Nifty's (Xenum group of bars), Perimeter, Angeles

Early evening, after my massage, J takes me to a bar out along Perimeter called "Midnight Rock." It's owned by a British ex-rock star. This bar only plays classic rock-and-roll tunes and is full of friendly ladies.

One girl named "Marisel" greets me at the door by exposing a boob and letting me suck on it. We go to a back seat, and she rubs my cock hard through the pants. Other girls saunter over, watch Marisel coddle Junior and join in cheery banter.

I buy Marisel a lady drink—that's the least I owe her—but her tribal-girl face isn't attractive enough for me to barfine her. I'm beginning now to operate from a base of relaxed confidence in my choice of partners.

Though the music at Midnight Rock is eminently danceable, none of the 15 or 20 girls there knows even basic dance steps.

After a while we move on. A good thing: my buddies take me to 2 small side-by-side bars collectively called "Xenum," on a side street off Perimeter—just across from the ruins of a building that must have burned down years ago.

I'd never have checked these bars out in a 100 years, but J says they're the "most accommodating bars" he knows. It quickly becomes clear what he means.

In the first bar, called "Rio," the three of us sit down on a couch facing a dance stage. There're about a dozen girls, half of them on stage. Three girls immediately join us, open the fly of our pants, pull out our cocks and commence to give us HJs.

About 10 min into the wank, I buy the girl whose hand is wrapped around Junior a P250 lady drink. She urges me to "go upstairs" for a romp, but I'm enjoying the swinger-party atmosphere on the couch, and frankly: her built is a little too scrawny for my taste. The profusion of choice is making me picky.

My girl presses me for a reason why I won't go upstairs, even though my rock-hard soldier is throbbing in her hand. I jokingly say, "It's because I like to fuck bums."

Immediately, the 3 girls are all ears. "Oh," exclaims the girl kneeling in front of J, "you want a 3-holer!" She says this with a totally straight face, as if I had made the most reasonable request in the world.

Turns out, N's girl is a "3-holer" and more than willing. I let her take me upstairs, but the area for transacting business isn't to my liking. I don't mind a bit of sleaze, but the whole upstairs is a single open space with 2 dingy and stained-looking vinyl couches.

The girl suggests we go to my hotel. She changes from her bikini into street clothes in a flash, but I suddenly have second thoughts. So I tell her, "I want to do more bar-hopping with my friends." To console her, I buy her a lady drink too and tip her P100 for getting her expectations up.

We extricate ourselves from the superfriendly—or superhungry?—girls at Bar Rio and enter the other Xenum bar called "Nifty's" next door. This time our little trio splits up. I take the couch near the entrance and find myself immediately joined by Belinda, a skinny and strangely intense-looking girl in a hot outfit.

Too my surprise, Belinda is intelligently talkative and says, "I like naughty men." And she's a smoker—a big plus, given my smoking fetish.

When I ask, "So what are you willing to do for me?" she replies, "Anything. I do anything. Want to tie me up? Whip me? Fuck my ass? You can do that."

I get hyper-charged just sitting with this rare kinky bird. She rubs my cock but doesn't take it out, saying mamasan here doesn't approve.

Doesn't take me long to barfine Belinda, for P1500. We leave my buddies in the bar and take a trike to my hotel. She's not very touchy-feely next to me in the trike, and I'm thinking that perhaps I made a mistake—she may be "all talk, no action."

We shower together, then warm up to each other petting on the bed. She's 32, but her body is in great shape. She has no babies, except for one miscarriage and an adopted son. Originally she wanted to become a lawyer, after being raped by 2 Filipinos at age 14.

But when she took her rapists to court, she lost her case, and her family had no money to pay for her studies. Student loans apparently don't exist in the Philippines.

Belinda smokes to my heart's content, uses the vibrator in her pussy and readily sticks it up her butt, without waiting for me to ask. I enter her in a position I rarely use because it only tends to work with very slender ladies: sideways-facing, with one of her legs straddling me.

She's serious about wanting to be tied up. I have no rope to tie her hands, so I use my shoelaces instead. On her request, I whip her ass and thighs with my belt. "Harder, harder," Belinda demands. "Whip me. Spank me."

I've some experience with ladies that are into controlled pain. So I use the palm of my left hand to smack Belinda's butt cheeks. She eggs me on to increase the intensity until my hand is beginning to hurt.

All positions work great with this lady. I also work a finger into her tight butthole but decide, better not try to force my cock in there. All the while we exchange incredibly dirty talk. A lovely, passionate, intelligent super-slut: a dream come true for me.

We go at each other like the sexy beasts we are. She never rushes or complains. I orgasm beautifully after perhaps 40 min of wild fucking.
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We chat, and I hear details of her life story. Turns out, a German guy fell for her and "sponsored" her for a while. Mamasan at the Nifty's bar adopted her so she could get a passport to join her sponsor on a trip to Thailand—because her own parents, in Bicol, didn't bother to register the birth of their child!

After 2 pleasant hrs with Belinda I phone J, and we arrange to meet for dinner at Kokomos on Fields. I invite Belinda along. She's a great hit with my buddies, holding her own in conversation. She's quite willing to talk explicitly about her kinkiness and how happy she made me with it.

My buddies seem genuinely pleased about my luck at finding this lady. Belinda and I exchange numbers: I want to spend a night with her, upon our return from Subic in a few days.

We stop at the nearby "Love Shop" on Fields, but the place sells no tussle whips, ropes or decent fishnet bodystockings. I give Belinda P100 for a trike, on top of the P500 tip I earlier gave her. She's definitely the erotic highpoint of this journey so far.

Cost: P1500 barfine + P600 tip = P2100 (Can$50)

Enjoyment rating: as EXTREME as it gets for me

 

[Walk Softly]

Thanks for sharing with us tant.

An acquaintance goes to the Philippines every year and offered to show me around. This has got me really thinking about taking him up on it.

As for the nay-sayers: I work for a living not because I like it but because I want to live better than I could on Welfare. Unfortunately, I don't make several times the average earnings despite having good qualifications in my field.

Having met a few people from the Philippines, they are very practical people IMO.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself and that you came home safely.

Cheers! WS.

 

[sevenofnine]

I work because I like working, I can actually retire, but keep on keeping on.


This isn't for me to be honest.

Some one said once after a post I am just rationalizing my experience. I think we tend to do that.

I say this isn't for me because I like blue eyed blonde girls and prefer them to be as mature and as smart as me or smarter actually. It rocks my world to have sex with a classy super smart women. Not some kid deprived and wanting.

I just don't get it.

But a friend at work actually several guys at work, have things for third world girls.
I dunno,
we are who we are,

Doesn't do a thing for me, but,
like I said I have a thing for white Canadian hookers and escorts. so who am I

 

[tantalizeme]

Wow, brothers—thanks for so much heartwarming encouragement...sure appreciate it!

Want to take time out from "regular programming" (posting reviews) and respond to some comments and queries.

What did your guide's services cost?

Judging also from PMs, the burning question on quite a few brothers' minds is, "How much did this whole damn sextravaganza cost?"

Well—the Philippines is a very poor country, which means it's cheap in most respects. Haven't tallied up my expenses precisely, but here's a rough breakdown:

1. Cost of 40+ erotic encounters (incl. generous tips & 10 overnighters): about $2000
Note: Tips are optional. If you're super budget-conscious, you don't have to tip at all and can pick lovely P800 girls, in which case 40 poons would be about $760).

2. Cost of my 10-day guide (incl. all transportation & hotels+brkf): $1500. (Best 1500 bucks I ever spent.)

3. Cost of flight:: about $500.
I was in Asia anyway and hopped over to the Philies at marginal cost. If you fly from Vancouver, budget around $1000-$1500 (see. e.g. www.onetravel.com)
If pooning is your main interest, you can avoid Manila and fly directly to Clark Airport in Angeles, from many places.

4. Cost of hotels during the solo leg of my trip (mostly upscale hotels with pools): $33/night x 15 nights = about $500

5. Food, drink (mostly mango juice), sightseeing, incidentals: $500

Total expense: about $5000—from which I'd immediately subtract $1500 (the amount I'd easily have spent in Vancouver during those 26 days).

 

[tantalizeme]

Always great to hear from you, my friend.

I recently got back from the Philippines, and have to agree Filipinas rock! They redefine GFE. One other observation that I made, after having met many people from the Philippines here is that they keep the best lookers at home.

I swear that there must be someone at the airport from the Ministry for the Preservation of National Treasures turning girls back - "Sorry, you're drop-dead gorgeous. No leaving the country for you."

Unfortunately I didn't make it to Angeles (it was not specifically a pooning trip), but I did travel though on the way to Subic, where I got to spend the night with a beautiful, tiny, athletic nymph named Kylah. Subic didn't impress - it wasn't the girls, but the patrons that turned me off.

I found a lot of my hits on social media - as I often wasn't in mongering locations. One funny thing that I haven't seen before is the amount of live-blogging these girls do - possibly a safety thing, but really just networking. Another girlfriend I made checked her phone as soon as we got in the room and was happy to see she had 27 new friend requests. Cha-ching. And then we were monitoring three simultaneous punts of her friends.

Hey yazoo,

Can't help feeling, we're totally on the same wavelength. Perhaps our only difference is that you don't seem to shy away from emotional entanglements.

You're absolutely right: the most important thing in the world, for many Filipinas, is their smartphone. They're incredible social networkers, and of course always fishing for "sponsors." If a guy plays his cards right—as you obviously do—he can link up with lots of delightful amateurs (and pretend-amateurs).

One interesting aspect of my trip was coming face to face with 100s of fellow pooners from around the world. We're certainly a motley bunch of mostly scary-looking oldsters. A lot of pooners also seem to be hard drinkers. More than one Filipina SP told me, their customers-from-hell are obnoxious drunks loaded with Viagra who stay rock-hard for hours without being able to cum.

Yeah—incredible discrepancy between the gorgeous Filipinas that flock to places like Angeles—and their almost complete absence in cities like Vancouver. Filipina SPs don't seem to enjoy the same underground pipeline which blesses us with 1000s of Chinese SPs. Is it possible that the Chinese Triads actively suppress competition and squelch any efforts on the part of Filipinos to organize a similar undertaking?

 

[tantalizeme]

Some thoughts on the ethics of traveling hobbyism

The one point I am going to comment upon is the obvious implication that runs throughout your posts that you are enriching the lives of the SPs you see.

With respect, beyond the obvious enrichment that the payment of money will bring to them, the suggestion that you are enriching the life of the girls you are seeing beyond the financial gain is, in my view, unsupportable. The idea that some young women in dire financial straits who needs to earn money to support, as an example, a child, is "enriched" by having to spend time with you and ultimately having sex with you is, in my view, unrealistic.

I emphasize that the purpose of this post is not to be critical of what you are doing, as I visit escorts as well. However, it seems to me that you have an interesting way of looking at what you are doing which seeks to put yourself in the best possible light, and this interesting viewpoint came shining through in this thread. The reality is that you are visiting a poor country with desperate women needing money and taking advantage of the situation to further your sexual appetite. I don't criticize you for that - I just wish you would admit it, and stop trying to make it sound like you are off on some philanthropic tour to better the lives of poor women everywhere.

Have fun pooning and be safe. Keep treating the SPs well - we do share that trait. The one difference we have is that I think I am more realistic about what we are doing - satisfying our own sexual urges, not enriching the lives of the women we choose to visit.

Hey WingedHorse,

Thanks for your courteously worded opprobrium. It's criticism like yours that makes me take a more honest look at myself. I really need to get off my high winged horse.

I've no philanthropic ambitions—but can't help thinking that we responsible traveling hobbyists, collectively, do far more good in poor countries than armchair moralizers who dream of ending exploitation by cutting poor women off from pooner cash.
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I may be self-deluded...but I do like to think most Filipina SPs considered their time with me in a positive light, for a couple of reasons:

1. Giving them a financial shot in the arm that usually amounts to the equivalent of a week's work in most non-sexual jobs (often more, if you factor in the tip).

2. A relatively pleasant time with a sober, considerate, safe sex-conscious gent who treated them with appreciation. I often got comments about how "nice" and "gentle" I was.

3. Where possible, conversations that were intended to provide these ladies with a morale boost and enhanced sense of meaning in the importance of the work they do.
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But even if I'm totally wrong about whether I touched the lives of SPs in a positive way (beyond providing cash), perhaps you'll agree to the more general claim that there's an important difference between ethical vs. unethical pooning—and a difference between being a travelling hobbyist who's responsible or irresponsible.

Here are some thoughts I have about what's required, at a minimum, to be a responsible traveling hobbyist. See if you agree:

1. Make sure I've sex only with adult women (certainly no one below 18).

2. Consistently use condoms, even if a lady doesn't care and doesn't provide any. Take responsibility for bringing your own condoms.

3. Never persist in doing anything sexual to which the lady objects.

These are the rules I've tried to observe—with one brief lapse—during my Philippine trip. I've a few additional rules I personally follow:

4. Avoid drunken trysts.

5. Try to make things fun for the lady too.

6. Tip generously if warranted.

As a traveling hobbyist, I'm not a philanthropist by any stretch to the imagination. But I sincerely believe, the kind of hobbyism I try to practice is fervently welcomed by most SPs in the Philippines and elsewhere.

Of course, the approx. 1-2 million pooners that visit the Philippines annually cannot save 50 million poor women from destitution. In the end, only population control can—together with other drastic reforms.

 

[tantalizeme]

How much of what pooners spend do the ladies actually get to keep?

Yes, perhaps we can get a dollar by dollar breakdown of where tants $73 CAD went, or we can only assume that the ladies get a very, very small portion of that. Maybe $5.75 is too low, maybe it was $6.75 for service.

Hi Vanessa,

Always appreciate your thoughtful even if sometimes critical comments.

When it comes to paying for erotic services—whether locally or overseas—there's lots of room for reasonable people to disagree on a number of issues. The only people I've little patience for are those who're ideologically opposed to all sex work or all forms of traveling hobbyism.

You certainly don't fall into that category, and you raised a valid concern: How much money do Filipina SPs actually keep from the money pooners pay?

Filipina bar girls I talked to told me: they get a basic salary of about P150-200 a day (though those working at the Xenum bars get no salary at all!)

They also get a 40-50% share of any lady drink, which costs around P120 for drinks that count as "single," and P240 for drinks that count as "double." (There was one bar I found where the ladies can't be barfined but need to get a minimum of 20 lady drinks a week.)

When it comes to relatively "big" money—the barfine, which ranges from P700 to P3000 at different bars—bar girls get to keep 40-50%. They also keep the full amount of any extra tip.

Some bar girls also get free or subsidized accommodation, usually in shared rooms above or behind the bar.

As several bar girls stressed to me, they're doing financially much better—and feel happier—than they would otherwise, doing things like factory work or planting rice in mud ponds under the blazing sun, for P100-200 a day.

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 4: Bus trip to Subic / Poon with Joanne @ Shagger's Rest Floating Bar

Our merry trio takes the 9am Southern Cross bus to the part of Subic Bay that's called "Barrio Barretto" and which consists of hotels, bars full of girls, and ex-pat condos.

Lovely scenery along the way: a looming volanco, rice fields, green rolling hills. J books me into an ocean-facing room in one of the nicest beach-front hotels: the Blue Rock, just across from a floating bar. He and N rent more modest digs in a hotel on the bar strip by the road.

While waiting for J to get settled in his hotel—which also sports a bar—I talk to a bar girl named Trixie who has just gotten up. She's eager to relieve me of some of my cash in exchange for erotic attention, but I'd like the get a feel for this place first. Bar action is just getting started at 12 noon.

We enter a bar run by a tall American. Loads of lovely ladies, but we haven eaten lunch get. Go back to the Blue Rock restraurant, which has a reputation for good food. I'm not disappointed: delicious Thai chicken with buko juice right from the coconut.

My buddies take the little ferry over to the floating bar, appropriately called "Shagger's Rest." I give N my towel to carry and decide to swim over. The water is warm and perfect for swimming.

A pretty mamasan chats us up and gets some of her girls to sit with us. My girl is about as young as legally permitted and a little pimply. She immediately hits on me for a lady drink. I say no and decide to swim back to my hotel. Feel no urgency to do anything.

Later in the evening I return to the floating bar. The same pretty mamasan welcomes me as I get off the ferry. My buddies are sitting upstairs now, talking to a portly American. I briefly talk to the Caucasian bar manager, a smiley older Aussie guy who says the floating bar was towed here just 3 days ago. Before it was stored at a typhoon shelter for 6 months.

I notice two tallish ladies standing by the railing across from us, one of them a stunner in my eyes: lovely oval face, big expressive eyes, deep brown skin, powerful feminine radiance.

Mamasan waves "Joanne" over. At first Joanne seems strangely shy, almost as if she doesn't like me. I later find out, it's only her 2nd day in this job, and she found me intimidatingly stern-looking.

I find Joanne's way of communicating humble and sweet. Once I overcome the sense that she doesn't lke me, I take the plunge and barfine her: P1500, plus P300 for the lady drinks I bought her and mamasan.

We wait together for the ferry, which is pulled along a rope by two Filipino males. Wonder what they must be feeling, knowing we Westerners can afford to blow more money on a romp with Filipina beauties than they earn in a week.

I get both Joanne and myself fresh towels from housekeeping. Joanne wants to shower by herself and comes out wrapped in her towel, seeming tense. I sit with her on the edge of the bed, switching on my i-pad and looking together with her at a BBC video about the aftermath of big typhoon.

I learn, Joanne is 32 years old, a mother of 2, and separated from her husband. She worked cleaning ships before, a greasy and dangerous job that paid P200 a day. She also did a lot of farmwork in her life—"That's why my skin is so dark," she says apologetically.

There seems to be budding trust between us. We stretch out side-by-side. Joanne has no clue how to start—so I just caress her body, kiss her nipples and soon lick her kitty.

When I kiss her lips, she opens her mouth, and our faces melt together. I gently rub her kitty, which has gotten surprisingly moist. She jerks Junior a bit too strongly. So I kneel between her legs and give her the vibrator. She immediately likes it. I make myself fully hard and enter her gently.

Very quickly, her pussy responds to being filled by a relatively massive dick. "Big dick," she comments, adding, "Fuck me!" A little later: "Fuck me harder!"

Joanne strikes me as breathtakingly lovely—although she herself seems totally unaware of her effect on a Western man. We do unrestrained dirty talking.

"Let me go on top," she requests. She rides me passionately in regular CG, trying to get herself off. When I feel my erection wilting, I pull out. We do doggie. I touch her starfish but realize from her body language, she seems embarrassed about ass play. But she likes being pounded with maximum intensity.

Some delightful lazy doggie, then more CG, then ACG. She's a great, energetic rider while I knead her biggish boobies. I've already spilled so much of my load along the way—3 condom changes were necessary—that I don't have enough juice left to come in ACG.

So we change back to mish. "I want to see you when you come," Joanne says. I revv things up a sweat-drenched finale. An absolutely wonderful release, inside this beauty.
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Lying beside Joanne I ask why she's so good at fucking when she has only worked in this job for 2 days. "Did mamasan teach you?" I ask teasingly.

"No," she says, slightly offended. "It's instinct!"

I tell her, not every woman has the same right instinct. We talk about masturbation, and she says she masturbates a lot too. Affection for this woman wells up in me. She says she thinks this is not a very good job (by which she means "not socially acceptable"), but she has "no choice": she needs to support her kids.

We do a bit more monkey play in the shower. As we dress, she asks if I'll give her a tip. In response, I hold up my camera and ask if I can take photos.

She readily agrees, and she shows herself happy with my P500 tip. I walk her out to the trike area just in front of the hotel. She's not going back to the floating bar tonight. It's a brief trike ride up the hill, and then a 20-min jeepney ride, to her home.

Another stellar Filipina experience.

I meet the other guys at an eatery nearby, called "Lucky Mike's." Next I go for an excellent massage to a place called "Sunrise Spa." Then J and I stroll along the main drag of Barrio Barretto, past more than a dozen bars, each with 3 or more girls outside trying to lure us in.

But we soon call it a night. I'm sexually sated, and my heart is full of Joanna.

Not often that amazing beauty, sweetness of personality and unreserved passion align so perfectly in a woman. Seems this lady went straight to the core of my emotional receptivity.

Cost: P1500 barfine + P150 lady drink + P500 tip = P2150 (Can$52)

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

 

[vancity_cowboy]

Everything is relative to persons who have no conscience, because these people don't believe in absolute values and thus have no moral compass.

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[rickoshadows]

Everything is relative to persons who have no conscience, because these people don't believe in absolute values and thus have no moral compass.

Unlike Taliban, who do believe in absolute values and have a very strong moral compass. It just doesn't point in the same direction as most of us.

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 5: Subic / Overnighter with Joanne @ Shagger's Rest Floating Bar

I go for a morning swim on the beach just in front of my hotelroom: sunny, peaceful, heavenly.

Get together with J & N at their hotel. Sadly, N's kneecap is swollen, and his wife is coming by SUV, from a town 6 hrs away, to take him home.

Losing buddy N is a downer. After he and his wife drive off, it takes J and me a while before we're motivated to party again. Eventually we take a jeepney to the Arizona resort, which has a floating bar as well. J once met "a great girl" there.

A dozen girls are lazing around on the floating bar, but I'm not in the right mood for frivolous chitchat. After less than an hour, we leave and grab a bite to eat. Then we drop in at the tall American's bar that looked promising yesterday.

But the girl that joins me has a face that strikes me as faintly angry. Or maybe I'm just projecting my own slight depression on her? I'm not good company right now, so James and I part ways for the afternoon.

I go back to my hotel, swim again, rest up, shower and dress and, around 6pm, take the ferry to Shagger's Rest. Joanne approaches my table soon after I sit down, and asks shyly if I want her. Of course, I buy her a lady drink.

I find Joanne irresistibly sexy, even more so than yesterday. Bathing in her radiance immediately cheers me up. I barfine her again for P1500, with the understanding that she'll stay the night.

We launch into an intense and terrific session as soon as we get back to my room. Then we talk in bed for over an hour. No doubt, I'm enamoured. I invite her for dinner at the Blue Rock restaurant, with a Filipino band playing golden oldies.

Try to call J but my phone is out of load. Joanne and I take a trike to his hotel, but he's not in. I suggest going for massage to the Sunrise Spa across the street, but they're about to close. So we take a stroll back down the hill to my hotel.

Joanne wants to watch TV, but switching it on turns out to be tricky. We get help. I go for a swim on this beautiful starlit night—but suddenly feel my arm hitting a soft, heavy, corpse-like object. I rush out of the water in mild panic. Turns out, Subic Bay is suddenly teeming with jellyfish.

Joanne lies relaxed on the bed, still clothed, watching TV. My first overnighter with a Filipina!

At the very least, it's going to be an experience. I'm not normally keen on overnighters—because after my release, I tend to crave a good night's sleep more than a girl's embrace. But with Joanne I'm beginning to feel a "fatal attraction" type of obsession.

I spend a happy night with Joanne. We start making love in the wee hours of the morning. But I abruptly stop when I realize, I've just penetrated her bareback! I feel a searing sting of guilt.

In the morning we have protected sex again. I give her a P1500 tip. Then I walk her to the Jeepney area up the hill and say goodbye. A wonderful person, but obsessing with her would be unhealthy.

Probably the best cure is to fling myself into an adventure with someone new.

Cost: P1500 barfine + P150 lady drink + P1500 tip = P3150 ($76)

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 6: Subic/ Poon with Dianne @ Treasure Island Floating Bar

Around noon I hook up with J and go to Sitting Bull restaurant for chicken lunch. We run into a chatty and impressive character named Richard, one of many retired ex-pats living in Subic.

Tell J, I'm fine spending the afternoon by myself. I try to swim, but huge jelly fish seem to have invaded every part of the water, right up to the shore. I hike a trail up a forested hillside but turn around when I find the top of the hill covered by slum housing, with naked kids running around shabby huts.

Decide to explore a place I heard good things about: the floating bar in front of Treasure Island Hotel. It's relatively remote from the main action in Barrio Barretto, so not too many guys discover it. Turns out, Richard is there, along with only 2 other guys.

I feel like doing my "get-Joanne-off-my-mind" shag and talk to the girl who beams the most radiant smile at me. Her name is Dianne, a 29-yr-old mother of 4(!).

Dianne proudly tells me, she won the nipple contest at the floating bar yesterday. They had a contest about which girl has the biggest nipples, and Dianne was crowned "Queen of the Nipples."

Sounds good to me. Even better, Dianne is a smoker! I spontaneously barfine her.

Dianne turns out to be a superb lay. Great BBBJ, good in all positions, a total pleaser with a sex-positive attitude. We've tons of purely physical fun—deliciously "meaningless" dumping-my-load-into-a-willing-hole sex. She smokes 3 cigarettes and happily sticks my vibrator up her bum. Greek might have been possible, but I don't pursue it.

Give her a gratefully received P500 tip. Dianne tells me, the Treasure Island restaurant is willing to dispatch dinner to the floating bar. I order an intriguing-sounding Filipino dish that ends up being a sour-tasting soup with suspicious seafood. I let Dianne eat most of it.

There're about a dozen girls and a total of 3 guys. The girls are bored and getting crazier and crazier. They do lots of dirty dancing to the loud music. I dance a bit with some of them. One girl is skunk-drunk and keeps exposing her wares. Another girl suddenly goes skinny-dipping, despite the jellyfish.

I strip naked too and join her in the water. I'm in an incredibly buoyant mood now. A beautifully sensuous late-night atmosphere on a Philippines floating bar—almost unthinkable to experience something like this in Canada.

Cost: P1500 barfine + P500 tip = P2000 (Can$48)

Enjoyment rating: HIGH

 

[yazoo]

Joanne seems like a real winner. New to the business, yet mature and enchanting. She probably won't last long before someone scoops her up.

Perhaps our only difference is that you don't seem to shy away from emotional entanglements.

Possibly. I don't consider it swimming if you keep your head above water all the time. Just cannon-ball into the deep end!

Speaking of swimming...
I was going to reproach you for BB, but then I realized you did something far worse - you swam in Subic Bay. Not just once, but multiple times! I couldn't force myself to do that, which was confirmed by a conversation with one of the waitresses - she says she used to swim there five years ago, but now with some of the new industry in the area she feels itchy after a swim and so doesn't anymore. But then people swim in English Bay here too - which I also think is a little iffy.

And on the subject of money...
I was down in Puerto Galera for a few days (where swimming was great) and commented on the dearth of trikes in the evening. I asked the English bartender why, and his answer gave an interesting insight into a cultural difference. The trike drivers want to make about P300 - P400 a day (after expenses) to live comfortably. So they get up in the morning and drive until they have made their desired amount, and then they go home and relax. If you are going to the well, why draw more water than you need? It's just unnecessary labour.

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 6: Subic / overnighter with Gladys @ one of the smaller Barrio Barretto bars

Incredible day: morning nookie with Joanne; nice afternooner with Dianne; and now an overnighter with Gladys... First triple-header for me in a while. None of these girls had any condoms on her!

After leaving Treasure Island floating bar around 9.30pm, I start barhopping with my guide and friend J. We check out 5 bars. In most bars there're about 10 girls for every customer. The smaller bars are the friendliest.

I'm in a fabulous mood, which infects the girls who join me. They welcome my fondling of their assets. In one bar, they make me slide down a 2-storey brass fireman's pole.

Whenever we move on to the next bar, I promise each girl to come back later to barfine her. Ah, if only my supply of libidinal spunk weren't so limited!

In the last small bar we visit, a sweetly smiling girl named Gladys touches my cock through the pants. She wears a short dress displaying impressive cleavage, and really tries to turn me on.

Gladys is the busty schoolgirl type with smooth brown skin and readily caressible thighs. I learn, she's 21, from Samar, and finished highschool. She has worked in this bar for 2 wks only and has never yet been barfined. Only had 2 boyfriends before; 1 pregnancy, but lost the baby.

She'd like to become a teacher, but right now, her brother is studying, and the family doesn't have the money to help her with tuition for college.

I'm keeping a mental shortlist of "barfine prospects" for tonight—Estrella, Myra, Gladys. I put Gladys on the list, not because of her looks but because she's a spirited conversationalist.

Tells me, she eats junk food because she can't afford better. Sleeps on the floor above the bar, with a whole bunch of other girls. Gets P150 daily for the 7pm to 3am shift; P70 from a lady drink; P700 from "take-out."

In the end, Glady's communicativeness wins me over. Just love a hottie that's also a smart cookie! We take a trike back to my hotel.

But when I get down to business with her, what a letdown! She's really shy and inexperienced. Her provocative behavior in the bar was an act—because her family is in dire circumstances, and she's desperate to earn money.

She's not easy to do, sexually. Flatly turns down my request for a BBBJ. Rebuffs my offer of the vibrator. Lies there like a log while I stroke her body tenderly and eat her pussy out.

Okay, I'm not averse to challenge. She clumsily jerks me hard. I encourage her to rub her clit. Beautiful sight. Penetration feels so tight that I initially worry, but we make it work.

After a short stretch of mish I feel an ejaculation coming on and don't stop myself. I'm not motivated to continue, so we just shower and sleep. She asks my permission to keep her panties on overnight. I graciously grant it. Cuddle a lot all night and don't sleep very well.

At about 7am we have sex, mish mostly, with a bit of doggie. It's not overly steamy, but Gladys' aura of schoolgirl innocence is an arousing change from the other girls. Plus, she has the biggest boobs and tightest pussy; almost virginal-feeling pussy that holds me in a vise grip. Very enjoyable orgasm.

In many ways, this girl isn't really suited for sex work—and yet, I enjoyed her. Her inner resistance to this job is strong, but her desire to earn money for her family is even stronger. She says I'm the same age as her daddy, but look younger than him.

"I've had an easy life," I say.

When Gladys lets me take photos—not nudes, but in her sexy outfit—I decide to overlook her shortcomings and give her a P500 tip, plus P100 for transportation. She's happy and leaves around 8am, refusing to join me for breakfast with J—saying she'd be embarrassed.

One thing she mentioned stands out in my mind: she got pregnant with her 2nd boyfriend because, she said, buying condoms is too expensive. Crazy Philippines.

Cost: P1500 barfine + P600 tip = P2100 (Can$50)

Enjoyment rating: HIGH

 

[UhOh]

There's alot of irony in this thread.
These girls are probably being screwed much more by their corrupt government than from foreign pooners.
If the girl is of legal age and willing sounds like a good time to me.
I'm missing the point of the critics, are these girls not allowed to prostitute or is it only okay if they charge western rates?
Was it a pooner that coined the term "best bang for your buck"?

 

[87112]

I have a lot of Filipino buddies who all say Filipino girls are crazy.....that's a warning sign if there ever was one.

This is the truth, we are talking about an endless flow of a man's cash at the remittance counter when a dude takes a Flipino bride. Its your worse nightmare.

 

[cherise]

The mods will be keeping an eye on this one. If you don't like it, don't read, or use the ignore function, but attacks on posters who aren't breaking any board rules won't be tolerated.

guess alot of you missed this post

 

[Aleister Crowley]

I understand and respect your point of view, I just do not agree with it. Does not make either of us wrong, just of different opinions

Cheers
~V~

yes , it does.... your wrong and dont know what your talking about.

 

[Aleister Crowley]

The Philippine people are getting screwed by corrupt government and the number one enemy of the people is the Catholic Church.
The pooners are atleast providing $$$$$ and not bullshit dreams.

 

[PlayfulAlex]

Funny thing is that, around December 30th, I found myself wondering about you, Tant, noticing your absence from the board as of late. Then I wake up to find this new thread, revealing your pooning vacation and various sexual exploits. We have a few legendary pooners in our midst and Tant, you certainly fit the bill.

While I won't comment on said exploits, nor weigh in on any ethical discussion about pooning abroad, I do have to say that I'm absolutely fascinated by anyone for whom sex takes up such an extraordinary amount of time, in their mind, and in their life planning.

And this isn't a young man here, say with hormones bursting the dam. This is an older gentleman who has likely had sex thousands upon thousands of times in his life, yet sex still holds a place of such incredibly high priority. I find it absolutely fascinating. Kinsey would have loved to know this man, Tant.

Temperament Theory
Four temperaments is a proto-psychological theory that suggests that there are four fundamental personality types, sanguine (pleasure-seeking and sociable), choleric (ambitious and leader-like), melancholic (analytical and literal), and phlegmatic (relaxed and thoughtful). Most formulations include the possibility of mixtures of the types. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_temperaments

In my opinion, on any given day, we are all faced with a wide-open agenda and given the wonderful human opportunity to go where we are most called, to "entertain ourselves" with our highest life priorities. To spend our lives as we see fit, even as that landscape changes yearly with the natural ebb and flow of life presenting new vistas.

I'm sure that you are multi-faceted, Tant, and we in this community only meet this one aspect of who you are but I couldn't help but comment on this. You most certainly hold a unique spot in the annals of Perb (and the pooning community far and wide, I am sure) for the adventure that you consider sexual encounters to be.

May you happily poon well into your eldest years. In my career, my most senior guest was in his 80's, widowed, and still raring to go, with a full erection and the energy to use it to a successful climax.