First time in the Philippines..."not a day without a lay"
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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
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Cheers
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not to mention, that according to hatrick, you can get ladies for even less here . i myself have dealt with guys calling and asking if i would be wiiling to see them for as little as $40 !
Good advice, while he's at it he should also avoid North America, South America, Africia, Middle East, Europe and most of the planet in general.
i agree 100%.
However, to be fair, the same can probably be said for most of the contents of your wardrobe, as well as dozens of other products in your home. None of it is 'fair trade' or ethical but one isn't worse than the other. But I agree with you, it certainly is not philanthropy.
Being forced is relative, too. Doing something out of economic necessity is being forced. The same with single mother here, or drug addicts. The lifestyle is not one they'd choose if other options were available, but at least here there is some kind of social safety net.
There's a difference between choosing to become an SP to improve your lifestyle from "good to better or great", as opposed to "nothing to something". In impoverished countries the SP's are almost all forced either into becoming prostitutes and/or lied to about how much they will receive and how much service they will have to provide. And if things go wrong here, at least there is effective means to lay charges or get help. In those countries the women are on their own with no back-up help.
Sex tourists give ammunition to abolitionists who see all prostitution as exploitation.
Omg, it's just two people rubbing body parts together for a few minutes and one of them getting paid for their time. People are acting like it's some great sacred sacrifice she is making over and over and deserves $$$$$ for her supreme sacrifice.
Are you as worried about the teller at saveon toiling for hours bagging your groceries for $15 an hour when rents here are 20 times higher?
Are you as worried about the teller at saveon toiling for hours bagging your groceries for $15 an hour when rents here are 20 times higher?
Tant,
Thanks for another of your well crafted reports. 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. Maybe it was a bad night, but there were a lot of loud drunks making life difficult for the bargirls. Not my scene. But back at the hotel, Kylah and I sat at the hotel's quiet beach bar under the stars and compared our mp3 playlists. We were the only people there. You never get enough time to connect with a hottie like that here. And for breakfast she introduced me to tocino - backbacon that's been marinated in red-wine. Sweet, tender, and delicious - tocino and Kylah both. And I have since discovered it is available at T&T.
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. As they were of us. No face pics (thank god)
Thank you for the courage to write up your experiences. This board can get a little parochial at times.
Thanks for another of your well crafted reports. 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. Maybe it was a bad night, but there were a lot of loud drunks making life difficult for the bargirls. Not my scene. But back at the hotel, Kylah and I sat at the hotel's quiet beach bar under the stars and compared our mp3 playlists. We were the only people there. You never get enough time to connect with a hottie like that here. And for breakfast she introduced me to tocino - backbacon that's been marinated in red-wine. Sweet, tender, and delicious - tocino and Kylah both. And I have since discovered it is available at T&T.
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. As they were of us. No face pics (thank god)
Thank you for the courage to write up your experiences. This board can get a little parochial at times.
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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Overview of my ITINERARY / projected TABLE of CONTENTS for this thread
Thanks to all you wonderful fellow PERB members, for lively feedback!
I'll address your specific concerns once I've posted a credible quantity of actual reviews—otherwise my planned travel report becomes too diluted by side issues.
Lots of stories in my travel diaries... Greek with a bargirl? Duos with freelancers? Sex with a heavily pregnant sweetie? Free hand jobs right out in the open in a bar? A steamy romp by candlelight in a bar with no electricity? Initiating a total neophyte to the erotic arts? Mad horndoggery with super-slutty 19-yr-olds? A near-ripoff? Or the inevitable bit of emotional drama?
It's all there in my 3 diaries. May take me a while, though, to type it all out.
Here's an overview of my itinerary in the Philippines—a sort of TABLE of CONTENTS of what's potentially coming. I also indicate each day's erotic encounters (and will probably review them in chronological order).
The first 10 days—which I spent with my guide James
Day 1: Landing in Manila, taxi to Ermita hotel (Poon 1: Cecilia, freelancer @ Manila Bay Cafe)
Day 2: Bus trip to Angeles (P2 & 3: Myra @ Amazonia bar / Lyla @ Raymond St. bar, Angeles)
Day 3: Angeles (P4 & 5: Helen @ Emotions bar / Belinda @ Nifty's bar)
Day 4: Bus trip to Subic (P6: Joanne @ Shagger's Rest Floating Bar)
Day 5: Subic (P7: overnighter with Joanne @ Shagger's Rest Floating Bar)
Day 6: Subic (P8 & 9: Dianne @ Treasure Island Floating Bar / overnighter with Gladys @ Barrio Baretto bar)
Day 7: Bus trip back to Angeles (P10: Jamaica @ Bar Rio)
Day 8: Angeles (P11, 12 & 13: Mary Rose @ Raymond St. Bar / Joanne @ Matrix Brawn bar / overnighter with Belinda @ Nifty's bar)
Day 9: Bus to Manila, transfer to metro, bus to Batangas, bangka ferry ride to Sabang in Puerto Galera (P14: Dorothea, Sabang freelancer)
Day 10: Sabang (P15, 16 & 17: repeat with Dorothea / Rose, Sabang freelancer / overnighter with Apple @ large Sabang bar)
Day 11: Bangka ferry back from Sabang to Batangas, goodbye to James, bus trip to Manila, Ermita hotel (P18: Danielle, freelancer @ Amazonia bar)
Solo leg of my Philipine trip
Day 12: Ermita hotel in Manila (P19: Elizabeth, freelancer @ Amazonia bar)
Day 13: Ermita hotel in Manila (P20 & 21: Christine, freelancer @ Manila Bay Cafe / Trixie, freelancer @ Manila Bay Cafe)
Day 14: Swagman bus to Angeles (P22: Rowena @ Midnight Rock bar)
Day 15: Angeles (P23 & 24: Cherry @ Raymond wine bar / overnight with pregnant Rebecca @ Midnight Rock bar)
Day 16: Angeles (P 25 & 26: Wendy @ Raymond wine bar / overnight with Emily @ Midnight Rock bar)
Day 17: Angeles (P27 & 28: Laura @ Bar Rio)
Day 18: Angeles (P28 & 29: Cherise @ Prince of Wales bar, Raymond / overnight with Grace @ Midnight Rock bar)
Day 19: Angeles (P30: Reggilyn @ Jumping Jack Flash bar, Raymond)
Day 20: Angeles (P31 & P32: Tessa @ Jumping Jack Flash bar, Raymond / Marilyn @ Jolly Frog bar)
Day 21: Angeles (P33: Jenny @ Lovely Paradise Resto Bar, Raymond St.)
Day 22: Angeles (P34 & 35: Josie @ Lovely Paradise Resto Bar, Raymond St / overnight with Rosana @ Jolly Frog bar)
Day 23: Angeles (P36 & 37: Jessica @ Party One Bar, Santos St. / overnight with Judith @ Jolly Frog bar)
Day 24: Southern Cross bus to Manila, Ermita hotel (P38: Diane, freelancer @ Southern Cross bar)
Day 25: Ermita hotel in Manila (P39, 40 & 41: Cecel & Jobel, freelancers @ Manila Bay Cafe / overnighter with Arlene, freelancer @ Southern Cross bar)
Day 26: Hotel shuttle to Manila airport, long flight home to Vancouver (2 more pops with Arlene in the morning)
The Phillippines' official tourism slogan—plastered on many posters—says, "IT'S MORE FUN IN THE PHILIPPINES."
There's truth to this. A testosteron-driven male couldn't possibly ask for greener pooning pastures. Nothing better, I was thinking on this trip, than to nurse a sex addiction in the Philippines!
Nothing about my previous exposure to Filipina nannies or nurses—and Catholic moms with their broods—prepared me for the incredible onslaught of feminine beauty that awaited my senses in places like Angeles. Filipinas are now #1 in my book for all-round sexiness, laced with emotional warmth.
The ladies I met on this trip, who offered me erotic joy, lightened my life's burdens and infused me with new zest. Nothing feels sweeter, for me, than an hour of discharging pent-up eroticism with a lovely and willing female stranger who allows herself to be swept along by passion.
"Of course," one Filipina bargirl said, astonished when I commented on her passion. "Sex is important!"
I suspect, their work helps many Filipina SPs not only financially, but often liberates their erotic potential and turns them into more highly sexual beings.
This vacation was about taking my existence outside its accustomed mold, without doing anything foolhardy or irresponsible. I feel morally confident, this trip wasn't only good for the health of my own body and soul, but also—in several ways—good for the women whose lives I touched.
I'm more convinced than ever: you can pay someone for erotic services and still treat that person with caring and respect.
Thanks to all you wonderful fellow PERB members, for lively feedback!
I'll address your specific concerns once I've posted a credible quantity of actual reviews—otherwise my planned travel report becomes too diluted by side issues.
Lots of stories in my travel diaries... Greek with a bargirl? Duos with freelancers? Sex with a heavily pregnant sweetie? Free hand jobs right out in the open in a bar? A steamy romp by candlelight in a bar with no electricity? Initiating a total neophyte to the erotic arts? Mad horndoggery with super-slutty 19-yr-olds? A near-ripoff? Or the inevitable bit of emotional drama?
It's all there in my 3 diaries. May take me a while, though, to type it all out.
Here's an overview of my itinerary in the Philippines—a sort of TABLE of CONTENTS of what's potentially coming. I also indicate each day's erotic encounters (and will probably review them in chronological order).
The first 10 days—which I spent with my guide James
Day 1: Landing in Manila, taxi to Ermita hotel (Poon 1: Cecilia, freelancer @ Manila Bay Cafe)
Day 2: Bus trip to Angeles (P2 & 3: Myra @ Amazonia bar / Lyla @ Raymond St. bar, Angeles)
Day 3: Angeles (P4 & 5: Helen @ Emotions bar / Belinda @ Nifty's bar)
Day 4: Bus trip to Subic (P6: Joanne @ Shagger's Rest Floating Bar)
Day 5: Subic (P7: overnighter with Joanne @ Shagger's Rest Floating Bar)
Day 6: Subic (P8 & 9: Dianne @ Treasure Island Floating Bar / overnighter with Gladys @ Barrio Baretto bar)
Day 7: Bus trip back to Angeles (P10: Jamaica @ Bar Rio)
Day 8: Angeles (P11, 12 & 13: Mary Rose @ Raymond St. Bar / Joanne @ Matrix Brawn bar / overnighter with Belinda @ Nifty's bar)
Day 9: Bus to Manila, transfer to metro, bus to Batangas, bangka ferry ride to Sabang in Puerto Galera (P14: Dorothea, Sabang freelancer)
Day 10: Sabang (P15, 16 & 17: repeat with Dorothea / Rose, Sabang freelancer / overnighter with Apple @ large Sabang bar)
Day 11: Bangka ferry back from Sabang to Batangas, goodbye to James, bus trip to Manila, Ermita hotel (P18: Danielle, freelancer @ Amazonia bar)
Solo leg of my Philipine trip
Day 12: Ermita hotel in Manila (P19: Elizabeth, freelancer @ Amazonia bar)
Day 13: Ermita hotel in Manila (P20 & 21: Christine, freelancer @ Manila Bay Cafe / Trixie, freelancer @ Manila Bay Cafe)
Day 14: Swagman bus to Angeles (P22: Rowena @ Midnight Rock bar)
Day 15: Angeles (P23 & 24: Cherry @ Raymond wine bar / overnight with pregnant Rebecca @ Midnight Rock bar)
Day 16: Angeles (P 25 & 26: Wendy @ Raymond wine bar / overnight with Emily @ Midnight Rock bar)
Day 17: Angeles (P27 & 28: Laura @ Bar Rio)
Day 18: Angeles (P28 & 29: Cherise @ Prince of Wales bar, Raymond / overnight with Grace @ Midnight Rock bar)
Day 19: Angeles (P30: Reggilyn @ Jumping Jack Flash bar, Raymond)
Day 20: Angeles (P31 & P32: Tessa @ Jumping Jack Flash bar, Raymond / Marilyn @ Jolly Frog bar)
Day 21: Angeles (P33: Jenny @ Lovely Paradise Resto Bar, Raymond St.)
Day 22: Angeles (P34 & 35: Josie @ Lovely Paradise Resto Bar, Raymond St / overnight with Rosana @ Jolly Frog bar)
Day 23: Angeles (P36 & 37: Jessica @ Party One Bar, Santos St. / overnight with Judith @ Jolly Frog bar)
Day 24: Southern Cross bus to Manila, Ermita hotel (P38: Diane, freelancer @ Southern Cross bar)
Day 25: Ermita hotel in Manila (P39, 40 & 41: Cecel & Jobel, freelancers @ Manila Bay Cafe / overnighter with Arlene, freelancer @ Southern Cross bar)
Day 26: Hotel shuttle to Manila airport, long flight home to Vancouver (2 more pops with Arlene in the morning)
The Phillippines' official tourism slogan—plastered on many posters—says, "IT'S MORE FUN IN THE PHILIPPINES."
There's truth to this. A testosteron-driven male couldn't possibly ask for greener pooning pastures. Nothing better, I was thinking on this trip, than to nurse a sex addiction in the Philippines!
Nothing about my previous exposure to Filipina nannies or nurses—and Catholic moms with their broods—prepared me for the incredible onslaught of feminine beauty that awaited my senses in places like Angeles. Filipinas are now #1 in my book for all-round sexiness, laced with emotional warmth.
The ladies I met on this trip, who offered me erotic joy, lightened my life's burdens and infused me with new zest. Nothing feels sweeter, for me, than an hour of discharging pent-up eroticism with a lovely and willing female stranger who allows herself to be swept along by passion.
"Of course," one Filipina bargirl said, astonished when I commented on her passion. "Sex is important!"
I suspect, their work helps many Filipina SPs not only financially, but often liberates their erotic potential and turns them into more highly sexual beings.
This vacation was about taking my existence outside its accustomed mold, without doing anything foolhardy or irresponsible. I feel morally confident, this trip wasn't only good for the health of my own body and soul, but also—in several ways—good for the women whose lives I touched.
I'm more convinced than ever: you can pay someone for erotic services and still treat that person with caring and respect.
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Thanks for the reviews and commentary Tant. As usual, you are very entertaining and succinct in your knowledge of foreign pooning. I think the point some of the nay sayers are missing is the average wage in any of these nations is typically $2 per day. A Filipina getting $73C for an overnight stay would equate to thousands for a Vancouver based SP.
My guide and new-found friend JAMES: a Britsh ex-pat and all-round great guy
Hey oceanic,
Thanks so much for your comment—and for your important question: What about avoiding scammers and other pitfalls in the Philippines?
Brother, I shared your worry. Navigating the Philippines—which one American monger I met called "Asia's Wild West"—poses many unexpected challenges. Time being my most precious resource, I wanted to spend my vacation on testosterone activities, rather than having to worry about logistics or scammers.
My solution?
On the Philippine Addicts forum ( www.philippines-addicts.com/forum/) I read the posts of a guy associated with an outfit called "Paradise Tours."
I'm a pretty gregarious guy, and the prospect of touring the Phillipines in the company of kindred spirits—and an experienced guide—seemed appealing.
My guide James turned out to be a smart, super easy-going chap. He speaks fluent Tagalog and smoothed the path for me every initial step of the way. He took care of transportation and hotel bookings near monger hotspots, provided informed advice and encouragement, and saved me from many costly mistakes, ripoffs and mood-destroying frustrations.
He took me to off-the-beaten-track bars I'd never have found on my own, where the girls were friendlier and kinkier than in the big bars—and cheaper too.
He cheerfully accompanied me on bar hops rather than letting me lazily settle for the first nice girl in the first bar we entered. "We can always come back," he stressed. Sometimes I did precisely that—and my coming back to a girl after a few hours' absence often seemed to make her heart grow fonder toward me.
For most of our 10 days together, James invited a friend along—another jolly British ex-pat married to a Filipina. Two Americians had also booked the tour but got scared off by news about the devastating typhoon Haiyan.
The 3 of us hit lots of bars in Angeles, Subic, Sabang and Manila together, which gave me the necessary know-how to make the most of my time. It's almost miraculous how smoothly my pooning trip went in one of the world's most chaotic countries, due largely to James' splendid orientation.
Unlike my 2 companions, however, I avoided beer-drinking and ordered mostly mango juice and coconut juice. Alcohol doesn't mix well with my libido, and I'd rather enjoy good sex.
Hey oceanic,
Thanks so much for your comment—and for your important question: What about avoiding scammers and other pitfalls in the Philippines?
Brother, I shared your worry. Navigating the Philippines—which one American monger I met called "Asia's Wild West"—poses many unexpected challenges. Time being my most precious resource, I wanted to spend my vacation on testosterone activities, rather than having to worry about logistics or scammers.
My solution?
On the Philippine Addicts forum ( www.philippines-addicts.com/forum/) I read the posts of a guy associated with an outfit called "Paradise Tours."
I'm a pretty gregarious guy, and the prospect of touring the Phillipines in the company of kindred spirits—and an experienced guide—seemed appealing.
My guide James turned out to be a smart, super easy-going chap. He speaks fluent Tagalog and smoothed the path for me every initial step of the way. He took care of transportation and hotel bookings near monger hotspots, provided informed advice and encouragement, and saved me from many costly mistakes, ripoffs and mood-destroying frustrations.
He took me to off-the-beaten-track bars I'd never have found on my own, where the girls were friendlier and kinkier than in the big bars—and cheaper too.
He cheerfully accompanied me on bar hops rather than letting me lazily settle for the first nice girl in the first bar we entered. "We can always come back," he stressed. Sometimes I did precisely that—and my coming back to a girl after a few hours' absence often seemed to make her heart grow fonder toward me.
For most of our 10 days together, James invited a friend along—another jolly British ex-pat married to a Filipina. Two Americians had also booked the tour but got scared off by news about the devastating typhoon Haiyan.
The 3 of us hit lots of bars in Angeles, Subic, Sabang and Manila together, which gave me the necessary know-how to make the most of my time. It's almost miraculous how smoothly my pooning trip went in one of the world's most chaotic countries, due largely to James' splendid orientation.
Unlike my 2 companions, however, I avoided beer-drinking and ordered mostly mango juice and coconut juice. Alcohol doesn't mix well with my libido, and I'd rather enjoy good sex.
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the pooning angels were with you…hence the trouble-free sexcation.
I like your strategy of hiring a guide to weave you through that crazy maze
therefore reaping the benefits of discovering off-the-beaten track gems you mentioned.
still, I'm amazed at your pooning stamina in consecutive days!! kudos!
also, maybe enlighten us readers as to the character of Filipinas compared to say girls from Bangkok?
welcome back and happy pooning for 2014.
I like your strategy of hiring a guide to weave you through that crazy maze
therefore reaping the benefits of discovering off-the-beaten track gems you mentioned.
still, I'm amazed at your pooning stamina in consecutive days!! kudos!
also, maybe enlighten us readers as to the character of Filipinas compared to say girls from Bangkok?
welcome back and happy pooning for 2014.
Hi Tant:
I have read many of your posts over the years with interest and amusement. Your recent post here compels me to comment.
I am not in any position to take any moralistic high ground, as I of course see escorts frequently as well, nor am I going to wade into the debate of whether paying girls in foreign countries comparably low amounts of money for similar sexual services is in some way different than paying SPs here. I think it is an interesting topic of conversation and would likely require face to face debating to flesh out all of the points on both sides.
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.
You make some comments which are telling. As one example, you state that Judith was "too cocky for her own good" because she did not seem desperate to have sex with guys like you. I fail to see why a girl is "too cocky for her own good" because she is not expressing an immediate desire to take your money and have sex. The nerve of Judith - she might actually be in a position to be picky. We can't have that.
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. I suppose in some way I am pulling off the "sheep's clothing", as you put it, to expose the wolf underneath.
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.
WH
I have read many of your posts over the years with interest and amusement. Your recent post here compels me to comment.
I am not in any position to take any moralistic high ground, as I of course see escorts frequently as well, nor am I going to wade into the debate of whether paying girls in foreign countries comparably low amounts of money for similar sexual services is in some way different than paying SPs here. I think it is an interesting topic of conversation and would likely require face to face debating to flesh out all of the points on both sides.
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.
You make some comments which are telling. As one example, you state that Judith was "too cocky for her own good" because she did not seem desperate to have sex with guys like you. I fail to see why a girl is "too cocky for her own good" because she is not expressing an immediate desire to take your money and have sex. The nerve of Judith - she might actually be in a position to be picky. We can't have that.
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. I suppose in some way I am pulling off the "sheep's clothing", as you put it, to expose the wolf underneath.
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.
WH
REVIEWS, DAY 1: Arrival in Manilla / Poon with CECILIA, freelancer @ Manila Bay Cafe
Excerpts from my travel diary—please read only if interested in "sharing the wealth and reaping the joy"
Had planned to fly from HK to Manila early in the morning. But Philippine Airlines cancels the flight—I'm told, "not enough passengers"!
Not a great start, especially since I arranged with my guide James to pick me up at the airport. Will he wait for the next available flight, 5 hrs later?
Well, James waited and holds up a sign with my first name. Personable fellow who inspires immediate confidence. Take a metered taxi to an upscale hotel in Manila's Ermita district, where a lot of monger action happens.
As unliveable cities go, Manila ranks very high. When you first see it, it's an unnerving place: full of what the Lonely Planet guide calls "street-level destitution."
The grime and filth are unbelievable. There's grinding poverty and abject squalor and uncollected garbage everywhere the eye turns—except for some wealthy enclaves. Lots of people living on the streets; hordes of begging kids; a monstrous sprawl of dilapidated ugliness housing over 20 million people. Manila Bay itself is pretty to look at, but the stench of raw sewage quickly fills your nostrils. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuDDvYhmCTE
James' company helps me keep my composure. We freshen up, then go straight to the Amazonia bar around the corner. A dozen hungry hotties give us the eye, but I'm still feeling shell-shocked by Manila and not in the mood for a frivolous chat.
Next we stroll down 1 block, to fabled Manila Bay Cafe. The ground floor is packed with freelancers, who outnumber men about 10 to 1. The upstairs area with the band only opens at 7pm. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPr4MPMIyuM
First time in my life I've been in a coffee shop full of sexy girls, all dying to get shagged by me. James tells me, the going rate is P1000 ($24), though they'll try to bargain for more.
We're immediately joined by a chatty and somewhat chubby 32-yr-old lady named Cecilia. Tells us she studied to be a nurse. Doesn't impress me as pretty enough at first, but grows on me with her smiley communicativeness.
I buy Cecilia a lady drink (P250, compared to P80 for my mango juice—wonder if she gets a commission?) Tell her I need a massage and may return later, as a polite way to shake her off. Would be masochistic to go with her, when there're tons of slim young hotties around.
Go to a nearby Thai massage spa. After my massage, James has been joined by his friend Nick, who'll travel with us. Return to Manila Bay Cafe together. Of course, Cecilia is still there and zooms in on us.
I'm not relaxed enough yet to choose confidently. Familiarity prevails, mixed with guilt about discriminating on the basis of weight—and I walk out with a chubby girl as my first Filipina SP. James and Nick stay behind at MBC.
Shower together, then Cecilia and I have a drawn-out romp. Her full-figured physique doesn't overly attract me, but she has feisty determination. She even makes a good effort to ride me, which is always iffy with a BBW. Encourages me to cum a few times, but I take my time to optimize my pleasure.
Started in mish, then CG, pretty good doggie and lazy doggie; then blow in mish. Hand her the P1000 suggested by James and Nick. She's not happy: wants P2000 and says girls now often get P3000.
Tells me a sob story about how her family lives on an island badly hit by the recent typhoon. Says their house is broken, and they live in a shelter now. Seems on the verge of tears.
End up giving her another P500. She asks for additional bus fare to Quezon City where she lives, 2 hrs away—so I give her another P100. Don't want things to end unpleasantly. Next time, better clarify the donation beforehand. Walk her out of the hotel.
Feel pretty good now. Sex with a bigger lady can be exceptionally comforting, and I enjoyed myself with Cecilia.
Cost: P1600 + P250 ladies drink = P1850 (Can$44)
Enjoyment rating: HIGH (I was pretty charged up)
Excerpts from my travel diary—please read only if interested in "sharing the wealth and reaping the joy"
Had planned to fly from HK to Manila early in the morning. But Philippine Airlines cancels the flight—I'm told, "not enough passengers"!
Not a great start, especially since I arranged with my guide James to pick me up at the airport. Will he wait for the next available flight, 5 hrs later?
Well, James waited and holds up a sign with my first name. Personable fellow who inspires immediate confidence. Take a metered taxi to an upscale hotel in Manila's Ermita district, where a lot of monger action happens.
As unliveable cities go, Manila ranks very high. When you first see it, it's an unnerving place: full of what the Lonely Planet guide calls "street-level destitution."
The grime and filth are unbelievable. There's grinding poverty and abject squalor and uncollected garbage everywhere the eye turns—except for some wealthy enclaves. Lots of people living on the streets; hordes of begging kids; a monstrous sprawl of dilapidated ugliness housing over 20 million people. Manila Bay itself is pretty to look at, but the stench of raw sewage quickly fills your nostrils. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuDDvYhmCTE
James' company helps me keep my composure. We freshen up, then go straight to the Amazonia bar around the corner. A dozen hungry hotties give us the eye, but I'm still feeling shell-shocked by Manila and not in the mood for a frivolous chat.
Next we stroll down 1 block, to fabled Manila Bay Cafe. The ground floor is packed with freelancers, who outnumber men about 10 to 1. The upstairs area with the band only opens at 7pm. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPr4MPMIyuM
First time in my life I've been in a coffee shop full of sexy girls, all dying to get shagged by me. James tells me, the going rate is P1000 ($24), though they'll try to bargain for more.
We're immediately joined by a chatty and somewhat chubby 32-yr-old lady named Cecilia. Tells us she studied to be a nurse. Doesn't impress me as pretty enough at first, but grows on me with her smiley communicativeness.
I buy Cecilia a lady drink (P250, compared to P80 for my mango juice—wonder if she gets a commission?) Tell her I need a massage and may return later, as a polite way to shake her off. Would be masochistic to go with her, when there're tons of slim young hotties around.
Go to a nearby Thai massage spa. After my massage, James has been joined by his friend Nick, who'll travel with us. Return to Manila Bay Cafe together. Of course, Cecilia is still there and zooms in on us.
I'm not relaxed enough yet to choose confidently. Familiarity prevails, mixed with guilt about discriminating on the basis of weight—and I walk out with a chubby girl as my first Filipina SP. James and Nick stay behind at MBC.
Shower together, then Cecilia and I have a drawn-out romp. Her full-figured physique doesn't overly attract me, but she has feisty determination. She even makes a good effort to ride me, which is always iffy with a BBW. Encourages me to cum a few times, but I take my time to optimize my pleasure.
Started in mish, then CG, pretty good doggie and lazy doggie; then blow in mish. Hand her the P1000 suggested by James and Nick. She's not happy: wants P2000 and says girls now often get P3000.
Tells me a sob story about how her family lives on an island badly hit by the recent typhoon. Says their house is broken, and they live in a shelter now. Seems on the verge of tears.
End up giving her another P500. She asks for additional bus fare to Quezon City where she lives, 2 hrs away—so I give her another P100. Don't want things to end unpleasantly. Next time, better clarify the donation beforehand. Walk her out of the hotel.
Feel pretty good now. Sex with a bigger lady can be exceptionally comforting, and I enjoyed myself with Cecilia.
Cost: P1600 + P250 ladies drink = P1850 (Can$44)
Enjoyment rating: HIGH (I was pretty charged up)
DAY 2: Poon with Myra @ Amazonia bar, Manila / bus to Angeles
Wake up horny. James and Nick join me for breakfast. We go to Manila Bay Cafe and briefly talk to 2 girls. Don't find them enthusiastic enough, and they quickly ask for a P250 lady drink.
Don't like being suckered—so we leave for Amazonia bar, which doesn't charge extra for lady drinks. Talk to a lady named Christine (young, tallish, not very congenial) and another lady named Myra (older and petite but slim, who gazes into my eyes adoringly).
She's 38 but looks younger; dark big sweet eyes. Has 6-yr-old daughter from a German guy—whose contact info she threw out in a fit of anger!
Take Myra back to my hotel. As we leave the bar, I tell her firmly I'll give her P1000, and she says, "Okay."
We take things slow, cuddling first. The rhythmic touch of her hand easily gets Junior hard. Nice trimmed kitty, lovely biggish soft titties. Turns out to be an excellent lay.
Loves my vibrator. "First time I use," she says. Excellent ACG—she feels light and nimble. Play with her starfish in doggie; no objection. Return to mish for a satisfying blowout.
"Sex is healthy," Myra says.
Some stains on the sheet—turns out, the beginning of her period. Give her the promised P1000. She demurs a bit, but not confrontationally. She lets me snap a some photos, so I end up tipping her an extra P500. Feel quite an affectionate connection as I walk her out of the hotel.
Check out of my Manila hotel at noon. James, Nick and I take an air-conditioned bus to Angeles, about 2 hrs north of Manila.
Cost: P1500 (Can$36)
Enjoyment rating: HIGH
Wake up horny. James and Nick join me for breakfast. We go to Manila Bay Cafe and briefly talk to 2 girls. Don't find them enthusiastic enough, and they quickly ask for a P250 lady drink.
Don't like being suckered—so we leave for Amazonia bar, which doesn't charge extra for lady drinks. Talk to a lady named Christine (young, tallish, not very congenial) and another lady named Myra (older and petite but slim, who gazes into my eyes adoringly).
She's 38 but looks younger; dark big sweet eyes. Has 6-yr-old daughter from a German guy—whose contact info she threw out in a fit of anger!
Take Myra back to my hotel. As we leave the bar, I tell her firmly I'll give her P1000, and she says, "Okay."
We take things slow, cuddling first. The rhythmic touch of her hand easily gets Junior hard. Nice trimmed kitty, lovely biggish soft titties. Turns out to be an excellent lay.
Loves my vibrator. "First time I use," she says. Excellent ACG—she feels light and nimble. Play with her starfish in doggie; no objection. Return to mish for a satisfying blowout.
"Sex is healthy," Myra says.
Some stains on the sheet—turns out, the beginning of her period. Give her the promised P1000. She demurs a bit, but not confrontationally. She lets me snap a some photos, so I end up tipping her an extra P500. Feel quite an affectionate connection as I walk her out of the hotel.
Check out of my Manila hotel at noon. James, Nick and I take an air-conditioned bus to Angeles, about 2 hrs north of Manila.
Cost: P1500 (Can$36)
Enjoyment rating: HIGH
DAY 2: Poon with Lyla @ a Raymond St wine bar, Angeles
Arrive in Angeles and get dropped off at the McDonalds in the Balibago entertainment district, right on famous Fields Avenue.
We stroll along "Walking Street"—which, however, has trike traffic. Lots of street vendors accosting us. Some moms with babies begging. There's a rather untidy jumble of bars and night clubs, mixed with restaurants and stores. Hundreds of almost uniformly older Western gents milling about, and lots of young Filipinas in skimpy outfits.
Not overly impressive during the daytime.
James books me into an upscale hotel. He and Nick choose a cheaper dive nearby. Then we head to Margarita Station for afternoon grub. I shower and relax, then go for massage. Masseuse Ella talks me into getting a "facial," which involves scraping off "blackheads" and "whiteheads"—and turns out to hellishly painful.
Meet James and Nick again at 7.30pm, and we begin our bar crawl. Enter 4 bars along Fields, among them Atlantis with 200 bikini-clad girls divided into 2 classes, according to some perverse "looks" rating system. If I recall, it's P2000 to barfine girls with white tags, and P3000 to barfine those with green or blue tags.
There's stunning beauty here, so much that I'm rapidly becoming desensitized to mere visuals. The girls indifferently shake their bodies—hard to call this "dancing." There's no contact unless you invite a girl over (which we don't).
James suggests we visit so-called "blow row" on Raymond Street. There're 4 bars side by side where girls do blow jobs, but also full service. What's amazing is the price: P700-800. You'd expect most of these girls to be older, but the opposite is the case: many are 18 or 19. And there's a different atmosphere here: girls are hungry and immediately come to sit with us.
I've a girl named Joy sitting with me. She massages my cock hard through the pants. We have no other communication. Don't find her overly attractive, but decide to take her upstairs anyway—but suddenly notice, I've forgotten my condoms at the hotel! The condoms available from the mamasan—for P20 each—don't fit me.
So I rush back to my hotel, but on the way, I sober up and decide, Joy isn't for me after all.
James, Nick and I walk past another Raymond St. bar. A superfriendly and strikingly petite girl in a red dress stands outside and greets me eagerly. Her name is Lyla. She triggers my juices. Without much conversation, I offer to pay P700 to take her upstairs, but she says she prefers to go to my hotel and spend the night. I'm undecided about whether that's a good idea.
In my hotel room, Lyla has to pee first—and doesn't mind when I ask if I can watch. We shower together. She has a bit of a rice belly, but overall I find her quite appealing. Her pussy is nicely shaved. Guessing she's early 30s, I'm a little shocked to learn, she's 40.
Lick her pussy. Feels tight upon penetration. Mish, doggie, a bit of ACG, finish in mish. She nastily says "shit" in an aroused tone a few times, which I like. At one point she complains of slight pain. Uses my vibrator willingly but becomes less and less enthusiastic toward the end.
Perhaps she's not used to a strong pounding? I decide to be merciful and blow a little earlier than would have been optimal.
Initially she said she wanted to stay overnight, but now changes her mind. Let her shower and notice, she slips my shampoo into her purse. I don't say anything about her harmless theft. Says she has a 2-yr-old son in Manilla, worked as a maid before, has worked at the Raymond bar since June.
Says she rarely does "boom-boom" now, mostly BJs. Works nightshift from 7pm to 7am and sleeps on the floor in a room upstairs at the bar, with lots of other girls.
Tell her we were planning to go to Subic next. Lyla gets strangely insistent that I should bring her back a red T-shirt as a gift.
Give her a P100 tip—and would have given her more if she had sustained her pretence of friendliness. In the elevator she hits on me for another P100 for a trike.
Overall, at a purely sexual level, quite a satisfying encounter, especially given the price.
Cost: P900 (Can$22)
Enjoyment rating: HIGH (except for the weird behavior at the end)
Arrive in Angeles and get dropped off at the McDonalds in the Balibago entertainment district, right on famous Fields Avenue.
We stroll along "Walking Street"—which, however, has trike traffic. Lots of street vendors accosting us. Some moms with babies begging. There's a rather untidy jumble of bars and night clubs, mixed with restaurants and stores. Hundreds of almost uniformly older Western gents milling about, and lots of young Filipinas in skimpy outfits.
Not overly impressive during the daytime.
James books me into an upscale hotel. He and Nick choose a cheaper dive nearby. Then we head to Margarita Station for afternoon grub. I shower and relax, then go for massage. Masseuse Ella talks me into getting a "facial," which involves scraping off "blackheads" and "whiteheads"—and turns out to hellishly painful.
Meet James and Nick again at 7.30pm, and we begin our bar crawl. Enter 4 bars along Fields, among them Atlantis with 200 bikini-clad girls divided into 2 classes, according to some perverse "looks" rating system. If I recall, it's P2000 to barfine girls with white tags, and P3000 to barfine those with green or blue tags.
There's stunning beauty here, so much that I'm rapidly becoming desensitized to mere visuals. The girls indifferently shake their bodies—hard to call this "dancing." There's no contact unless you invite a girl over (which we don't).
James suggests we visit so-called "blow row" on Raymond Street. There're 4 bars side by side where girls do blow jobs, but also full service. What's amazing is the price: P700-800. You'd expect most of these girls to be older, but the opposite is the case: many are 18 or 19. And there's a different atmosphere here: girls are hungry and immediately come to sit with us.
I've a girl named Joy sitting with me. She massages my cock hard through the pants. We have no other communication. Don't find her overly attractive, but decide to take her upstairs anyway—but suddenly notice, I've forgotten my condoms at the hotel! The condoms available from the mamasan—for P20 each—don't fit me.
So I rush back to my hotel, but on the way, I sober up and decide, Joy isn't for me after all.
James, Nick and I walk past another Raymond St. bar. A superfriendly and strikingly petite girl in a red dress stands outside and greets me eagerly. Her name is Lyla. She triggers my juices. Without much conversation, I offer to pay P700 to take her upstairs, but she says she prefers to go to my hotel and spend the night. I'm undecided about whether that's a good idea.
In my hotel room, Lyla has to pee first—and doesn't mind when I ask if I can watch. We shower together. She has a bit of a rice belly, but overall I find her quite appealing. Her pussy is nicely shaved. Guessing she's early 30s, I'm a little shocked to learn, she's 40.
Lick her pussy. Feels tight upon penetration. Mish, doggie, a bit of ACG, finish in mish. She nastily says "shit" in an aroused tone a few times, which I like. At one point she complains of slight pain. Uses my vibrator willingly but becomes less and less enthusiastic toward the end.
Perhaps she's not used to a strong pounding? I decide to be merciful and blow a little earlier than would have been optimal.
Initially she said she wanted to stay overnight, but now changes her mind. Let her shower and notice, she slips my shampoo into her purse. I don't say anything about her harmless theft. Says she has a 2-yr-old son in Manilla, worked as a maid before, has worked at the Raymond bar since June.
Says she rarely does "boom-boom" now, mostly BJs. Works nightshift from 7pm to 7am and sleeps on the floor in a room upstairs at the bar, with lots of other girls.
Tell her we were planning to go to Subic next. Lyla gets strangely insistent that I should bring her back a red T-shirt as a gift.
Give her a P100 tip—and would have given her more if she had sustained her pretence of friendliness. In the elevator she hits on me for another P100 for a trike.
Overall, at a purely sexual level, quite a satisfying encounter, especially given the price.
Cost: P900 (Can$22)
Enjoyment rating: HIGH (except for the weird behavior at the end)
DAY 3: Poon with Helen @ Emotions Bar, Perimeter area, Angeles
Share breakfast with James and Nick at Tequila Reef—whose owner, I'm told, also runs the Philippine Addicts website. Then we stroll down Fields toward Perimeter. I'm totally in the mood for my next poon.
Some bars in this neighborhood open early. At about 10.30am we enter Emotions bar. A dance show is already in full swing, but the girls don't make eye contact. Suddenly I spot a delicate cutie with lovely warm eyes—the same girl, it turns out, who smiled at me outside earlier when we first walked in.
Helen is from the southern island of Mindanao, 32, and has a son age 15 and a daughter age 6. Husband died in a gold-mining accident. Mother passed away too; her kids are with a sister.
Used to work in a plastics factory in Manila, for P200/day. Rents her own room in the back of the bar, for P3000/month, after a former roommate stole from her. That's equivalent to her entire month's basic salary.
She's my type, physically and personality-wise. Barfine her for P1600, plus a lady's drink P100.
We shower separately: she doesn't want to get her hair and makeup wet. We cuddle—"no kissing," she says sweetly, because she has a slight cough. Touches my cock in a way that makes me hard in no time. Has cutest fleshy pussy—but discourages DATY.
I don't mind: she's so sweet in her demeanor. Rub her shaved kitty and activate the vibrator. Later she claims she had an orgasm; in any case, she shows enough signs of arousal to reinforce my own arousal. Wants me to plough her hard.
Long stretch of vigorous mish, doggie and lazy doggie. Even get to slide a finger up her lovely pooper while she avidly vibrates her clitty from underneath.
Another highlight is ACG. She rides me for quite a while. I'm on the verge of popping when she stops, sits down and wipes off my sweat with a towel I kept handy.
Continue with mish, revv up my strokes, and come with considerable intensity. "I already come once too," she says.
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A thoroughly enjoyable nooner. We spend 30 min chatting in bed. She has 9 sisters and brothers. Empathically agrees that overpopulation leads to pollution, which leads to global warming, which leads to ever stronger typhoons.
She dreams of marrying a foreigner. She certainly has that affection-inducing sweetness—and great erotic skills—but 2 kids are a lot of baggage.
"I like the way you sex me," she says. "Feels very comfortable."
I ask to take her photo, and she's willing, clothed in her sexy outfit. I happily give her a P500 tip and walk her back to her bar. She remains smiley and affectionate to the end.
There's a little stain on the bed: another girl who's starting her period. Ah well, no big deal.
Cost: P1600 barfine + P100 lady drink + P500 tip (Can$53)
Enjoyment rating: VERY HIGH
Share breakfast with James and Nick at Tequila Reef—whose owner, I'm told, also runs the Philippine Addicts website. Then we stroll down Fields toward Perimeter. I'm totally in the mood for my next poon.
Some bars in this neighborhood open early. At about 10.30am we enter Emotions bar. A dance show is already in full swing, but the girls don't make eye contact. Suddenly I spot a delicate cutie with lovely warm eyes—the same girl, it turns out, who smiled at me outside earlier when we first walked in.
Helen is from the southern island of Mindanao, 32, and has a son age 15 and a daughter age 6. Husband died in a gold-mining accident. Mother passed away too; her kids are with a sister.
Used to work in a plastics factory in Manila, for P200/day. Rents her own room in the back of the bar, for P3000/month, after a former roommate stole from her. That's equivalent to her entire month's basic salary.
She's my type, physically and personality-wise. Barfine her for P1600, plus a lady's drink P100.
We shower separately: she doesn't want to get her hair and makeup wet. We cuddle—"no kissing," she says sweetly, because she has a slight cough. Touches my cock in a way that makes me hard in no time. Has cutest fleshy pussy—but discourages DATY.
I don't mind: she's so sweet in her demeanor. Rub her shaved kitty and activate the vibrator. Later she claims she had an orgasm; in any case, she shows enough signs of arousal to reinforce my own arousal. Wants me to plough her hard.
Long stretch of vigorous mish, doggie and lazy doggie. Even get to slide a finger up her lovely pooper while she avidly vibrates her clitty from underneath.
Another highlight is ACG. She rides me for quite a while. I'm on the verge of popping when she stops, sits down and wipes off my sweat with a towel I kept handy.
Continue with mish, revv up my strokes, and come with considerable intensity. "I already come once too," she says.
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A thoroughly enjoyable nooner. We spend 30 min chatting in bed. She has 9 sisters and brothers. Empathically agrees that overpopulation leads to pollution, which leads to global warming, which leads to ever stronger typhoons.
She dreams of marrying a foreigner. She certainly has that affection-inducing sweetness—and great erotic skills—but 2 kids are a lot of baggage.
"I like the way you sex me," she says. "Feels very comfortable."
I ask to take her photo, and she's willing, clothed in her sexy outfit. I happily give her a P500 tip and walk her back to her bar. She remains smiley and affectionate to the end.
There's a little stain on the bed: another girl who's starting her period. Ah well, no big deal.
Cost: P1600 barfine + P100 lady drink + P500 tip (Can$53)
Enjoyment rating: VERY HIGH
