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

[tantalizeme]

Why persist in posting, in the face of haters?

Thread pruned of a bunch of hijacking and drama. Last warning. Next time is one week vacations from PERB to get the message across. There are ignore functions and more fundamental self control you can exercise here. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you have posted your disagreement once, that is sufficient, harping on the OP or indulging in personal attacks will result in infractions and bans.

COMMENT I WANTED TO MAKE ON A POST I READ LAST NIGHT, SINCE DELETED BY THE MOD:

Wow brother,

Take it, you're not into "spreading the wealth and reaping the joy" through traveling hobbyism?

Not a big fan of detailed reports, eh? And reading about how much fun someone else is having rubs you the wrong way?

I specifically asked guys like you to ignore my posts. Please do—rather than trying to demoralize me.
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Should I persist in posting reviews of all my 26 days in the Philippines? Surely no one in their right mind would read it all.

Here are my thoughts on this right now:

1. I think I still have some first-hand info to share—along with some meaty encounters—that the occasional brother might find useful or encouraging.

2. Frankly, it's giving me enormous pleasure to reminisce and relive my Philippines experience.

3. I started this project of typing out pooner-related parts of my diary, and I usually finish projects I start.

4. Having a handy printout of my Philippine experience—in PERB's nice formatting!—may just add to my momentum in seeking out similar adventures in the future.


So, my friends, I've decided to persist. Here goes the DAY 7 review...

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 7: Bus back to Angeles / Poon with Jamaica @ Bar Rio upstairs, Perimeter, Angeles

After parting from Gladys I go to a nearby ATM, and both my debit cards work like charm. A pleasant bus ride back with J. Then I get a 4-hands massage at the new massage place in the Tomobe Hotel.

At around 7pm we go barhopping again. First we hit some big bars on Fields, like Angelwitch. One dancer—Gina—catches my eye as being both mature and lovely. Buy her a P150 lady drink, and she sits with me for 1/2 hr.

Her English is rudimentary. Grew up in Samar, one of the poorest islands. Lets me touch her absolutely lovely body, but barely touches me back: she's physically passive and mentally preoccupied with her problems.

But she gives me lots of info about a bargirl's life. She also stresses that, when she doesn't like a customer, she refuses to be barfined—but that she'd go with me.

I mention this to J, and he immediately says, "Bullshit! They're all dying to be barfined. She just wants to play on a guy's vanity by making him feel special that he gets to take her out."

Well, I certainly wasn't interested in a manipulative little princess. J and I walk all the way out to Perimeter, back to Dave's Midnight Rock bar, where I dance a little with a radiantly pretty-faced though somewhat hefty lady named Amy.

J thinks she's half black, probably the product of an American soldier mating with a Filipino beauty. I consider barfining Amy, but she's living with her kid and has to return home by midnight.

We move on to Bar Rio, the little place that does HJs for lady drinks. I sit beside Ashley, the girl who proudly proclaims herself to be a "3-holer." She whips Junior out and gets a rise out of him, but I don't like her unmistakably bad teeth.

Suddenly a super-cutie sits down on my left and joins in stroking my cock.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Jamaica," she says.

"Wow," I say, "Jamaica—just like that country in the Caribbean?"

"Yes," she says. Sexy girl, but looks awfully young.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"18," Jamaica says almost combatively, as if suggesting, 'Don't judge me by my age!'

All the bargirls need to carry 4(!) kinds of licence tags, and I verify that Jamaica has a licence. I pay mamasan the P1500 barfine for Jamaica, plus P300 for Ashley's and Jamaica's lady drinks.

Jamaica and I go upstairs together, to the same sleazy no-privacy hovel that put me off doing anything with Ashley last time.

But Jamaica is just a quantum leap beyond Ashley in terms of turning me on. She strips to reveal a flawless 18-yr-old body with big-nippled perky breasts and a smooth-shaven pussy.

She washes Junior with soap, and then washes herself, in a grimy shower stall.

We use a sort of vinyl couch that doesn't have a back (not sure what this kind of furniture is called). There're no towels available, so I spread out my sweaty shirt, in a probably futile quest for hygiene.

Jamaica gives me a short BBBJ. When I hand her my vibrator while dressing Junior, she says, "Oh, I have one like this myself at home."

We soon launch into a dizzying exchange of dirty talking. Jamaica nonchalantly says, when asked, that she has fucked about 50 guys in her life. She says she loves fucking, preferably 3 times a day!

I hammer her in mish, then kneeling doggie followed by more mish. Notice blood on the condom—Jamaica admits, she's on the tail end of her period. Ah, Filipina SPs sure are bleeders that don't want to take time off work.

No matter. Tight snatch, wicked grin on her face, and best of all, holds eye contact. I soon achieve a great blowout.
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Take another brief wash. Talk for 10 min on the vinyl couch. 8 kids in her family, sick father, mother just miscarried 9th baby. Has 2 yrs of highschool but dropped out. Mom knows what she's doing. Says she loves to watch porn, and loves to get paid for what she loves best: fucking.

Jamaica tells me, she gets no salary at all at this bar and only P600 out of the P1500 barfine. Most guys, she says, tip about P100 or 200. I tip her P200, given that she didn't tell me about her unfinished period, and our tryst was steamy but brief.

Then I walk her back down blissfully to the bar. Another mint day.

Cost: P1500 barfine + P150 lady drink + P200 = P1850 (Can$45)

Enjoyment rating: HIGH

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 8: Angeles / Poon with Mary Rose @ Lovely Paradise Resto Bar, Raymond St.

Early afternoon we drift back to the area with the cheapest—and surprisingly, some of the youngest and prettiest—bargirls in Angeles: BLOW ROW, which consists of a series of self-styled "wine bars" on Raymond & Santos Streets that branch off Fields to the south.

We go into the 2nd shop called "Lovely Paradise Resto Bar." There's a chubby girl who pulls out all stops of vulgarity to get me to barfine her; but I'm heartlessly selfish.

Suddenly I spot a tattooed slutty-looking smoker, in a turquoise dress. Invite her to sit with me and motion the chubby girl away. Confidently ruthless—that's the name of the game here.

The new girl's name is Mary-Rose—in fact, it's tattooed right on her arm in frilly script. She's from the island of Bohol and going to be 19 next month. I continue to get strong sexy vibes from Mary-Rose and, within 1 or 2 min, decide to plunk down the P700 barfine.

We walk to my hotel. On the way, she gets me to buy her a fresh pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Back in my room, I want us to shower. Mary-Rose says she doesn't need a shower. Hokey-dokey: I suppress my hygiene-freak tendency.

She peels out of that turquoise outfit to reveal a stunningly perfect body. She also has a tongue stud, and I look forward to breaking my "No BBBJs!" rule yet again.

But she says, a little ambivalently, that she doesn't really like sucking cock. I notice, she seems quite lethargic: she's obviously tired. Okay, I won't insist on a BJ. But she willingly plays with my vibrator while I get Junior up.

Soon I slide into her lovely kitty, mish-style. Feels great, as the first lay of the day usually does. She's a little hesititant to let me go deep, but we manage, and gradually she relaxes.

Ask her to roll over to doggie, but to my surprise again, she refuses: too tired. ACG seems out of the question. Ask to take an action photo to capture her loveliness for future reference, but she nixes that idea too.

I'm slightly peeved now, but she's so young and hot-looking, and at least she puffs cigarettes non-stop. I manage to coast to a pleasant finish just in mish.
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Mary-Rose is not in the mood for a post-coital chat. While I shower, she drops off to sound sleep. I let her sleep for 1 1/2 hrs, nestling up to her and feeling her sweet bubble butt pressing against my soldier.

I was told, blow-row girls who go back to a customer's hotel are expected to return within 2 hrs. So I finally phone my buddy J to ask what to do. He's still at the Lovely Paradise bar and asks mamasan.

"Girl needs to come back immediately," we're told.

With some difficulty, I get Mary-Rose up to dress. Given her various refusals I don't give her any tip—but offer her something to drink from the mini-bar. All she wants is the Toblerone chocolate. I let her have it and walk her back to the bar.

Cost: P700 + P100 for cigarettes & lighter = P800 (Can$20)

Enjoyment rating: MODERATE

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 8: Angeles / Joanna @ Matrix Brawn bar, Perimeter

After dark we check out a Perimeter bar called "Matrix Brawn." Wonder who thought of that name.

Inside it's almost as dark as outside. There's only 1 candle illuminating the whole bar. We learn, the owner didn't pay her electricity bill, so power got cut off.

Immediately I have 2 ladies by my side who, in tandem, take out my meatsnake and stroke it hard. No need even to buy them a lady drink. Both girls look doable in the charitable candlelight—but one of them, Joanna, is distinctively lovelier.

I've been lucky before with the Joannes or Joannas of this world. So I barfine her short-time, which only costs P1200. I want to give mamasan the cash, but she says, "Pay AFTER."

Nice touch. Or perhaps she wants to give the girls extra incentive to do a good job?

Joanna finds another candle and takes me to a back room with—surprise!—vinyl couches. There's no running water to wash my cock, so Joanna uses some hygiene liquid from a bottle. How do they answer the call of nature here??

Joanna happily spreads her fanny and masturbates for me by candlelight, using my vibrator: absolutely delightful. Sucks my cock for as long as I want.

I shove my throbbing malehood into her. A total sweetie. Beautifully cooperative with my every position request. Pump her vigorously in mish, then stand-up doggie, back to mish.

There's no electricity, so not even a fan! I sweat buckets, but no matter: our joyous humping is making me feel vibrantly alive at this moment.

I climb the full height of my potential for passion, before disgorging another hot load into a succulently receptive Filipina furrow.
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We chat a bit before perfunctorily washing up with hygiene liquid. Joanna tells me, she's living with her 6-yr-old son and rents a room for P3000 a month. Like so many Filipina SPs, she's from Bicol too, the poorer southern part of Luzon Island.

I tip Joanna three P100 bills. She seems happy.

Cost: P1200 barfine + P300 = P1500 (Can$36)

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 8: Angeles / overnighter with Belinda @ Nifty's bar, Perimeter

Exhausted but exhilarated after my tryst with Joanna, I go to the Tomobe hotel again and get the same massage as yesterday: 2 girls, 4 hands. Blisses me out even further.

Belinda calls around 10pm: the kinky lady from Nifty's whom I saw before our Subic trip. I don't give out my number often, but I gave it to her. In fact, I expected to see her earlier tonight and even went to a hardware store at the SM Mall to buy ropes to tie her up with.

But when I called her in the afternoon, she said she was "busy." Now, suddenly, she's available to join us. She's supposed to work at her bar until 11pm, but willing to "sneak out" a bit early.

It's late, and I'm drained, but I invite her. J and I meet up with her at the nearby Phoenix Hotel for late-night snacks. J orders their famous curry. Belinda wisely eats just a fruit platter. I have soup.

Belinda looks appetizingly slutty in her pink body-hugging dress. We chat nicely. Turns out, a German barfined her yesterday and reserved her for tonight—but then cancelled out. We also learn, she has been in this business for 13 years, minus a few years when she had a relationship going with a "sponsor."

She clearly wants to come to my hotel tonight. But J and I have a big trip to Puerto Galera planned for tomorrow. We'll need to catch the 9am bus to Manila and then take the Manila metro to another terminal to catch the bus to Batangas and then the ferry to Sabang.

I also tell her, I already unloaded twice today. I'm not sure I can handle a triple-header. But Belinda seems unconcerned, so we take a trike to my hotel.

Back at the hotel, she watches TV while I shower alone. I need to shower several times a day in the oppressive Philippine heat, but not these girls.

We take it slow. First I give Belinda the red stockings I bought at the Love Shop in Subic. They add to her appeal—though she mentions, her favorite color isn't red but pink.

Then I tie her wrists and ankles with rope running underneath the top and bottom of the bed. I caress her lovely slender body and lick her perfect kitty. She tastes nice. As if on cue she starts moaning. It's fake but I give her points for trying to encourage me.

I loosen the rope around her wrists so she can smoke and squeeze Junior hard. At the same time, she continues watching a Pinoy soap opera on TV. Works great for me.

As I penetrate, I give her the vibrator to simultaneously apply to her clit. Lovely tight pussy, even after 13 yrs banging strangers. Unasked, like last time, she slides the vibrator into her ass.

She tantalizes me by spreading her buttocks and pooper as wide as possible. She says she lets "smaller guys" ass-fuck her—but doesn't know about me. When I slide a finger up her butt, it feels too tight to be worth inflicting pain.

Anyway, her pussy feels tighter than most girls' butt. We cycle through delightful mish, doggie & lazy doggie, and I erupt with intense lustfulness. Only a super-slutty wench like Belinda could possibly have wrung a 3rd load out of me today.
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I pull out after a few seconds' rest. She's eager to go pee and shower. I shower after her, and we stretch out together under the blanket. She asks if it's ok to watch more TV—but, given the need to rise early tomorrow, I tell her I'd prefer to just sleep. She cooperates.

I try to nestle close, but she's not a cuddler during sleep. Our bodies just lightly touch, but I find myself dreaming wildly.

Around 6am, I start caressing Belinda and place my hand up against her kitty. But she remains inert. Some ladies are just not into morning sex. Given that I'm sporting a much more solid erection than last night, and it's our last opportunity for a while, I'm mildly disappointed.

I give Belinda P1300. She gets to keep it all. It's not a barfine because she "sneaked out" last night.

She seems content with my tip, but not overenthusiastic. Says she wants to buy a new phone for P4000—her old phone got stolen when 2 guys on a motorcyle robbed her, by grabbing her purse with the phone and driver's licence.

We hook up with my buddy J, and the 3 of us eat together at the German bakery next door. Belinda and I part with an awkward hug, no kiss. Perhaps she doesn't want to be too physical in public? Or more likely, as J reminds me, I was just another routine customer for her.

"My impression is," he tells me, "Belinda's very hard-core. It's all just business for her."

I suspect J is right, as he has been about everything else so far. After Belinda's coldness this morning, I don't think I'll cavort with her again.

Cost: P1300 (Can$31)

Enjoyment rating: HIGH

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 9: Trip to Batangas & ferry to Puerto Galera / Poon w Dorothea, Sabang freelancer

Catch a bus from Angeles to Manila. The fare, on Manila Metro Lines, costs only P150—whereas both Swagman & Southern Cross charge P600.

As J guessed, the cheap bus would fill up by the time it reached Fields. So we took a jeepney to the main terminal in central Angeles. And sure enough, the bus was immediately jam-packed, so waiting by the McDonalds on Fields would have been futile.

We see the Makati financial district from the bus: a group of impressive highrise towers reaching up from a sea of urban blight. We hop on the Manila Metro, reputed to be ridiculously crowded (there're only 3 functioning lines). But the metro turned out be quite pleasant, with lots of beautiful ladies—all of whom failed to reciprocate my smile. I'd guess, living in Manila is hard on people.

The metro connects with our bus terminal. The bus takes us, via a freeway, to the ferry landing in the big industrial port of Batangas, south of Manila. Our old buddy N and his lovely Filipina wife join us at the last moment, just before the ferry is due to board. His knee swelling has subsided.

Beautiful bangka ferry ride to the island of Mindoro, cutting low through the water, with the magic afternoon sun blinking through dramatic clouds as we pass peninsulas and islands. No vehicles on the wooden ferry, only foot passengers.

We reach picturesque Sabang, one of several dive resorts that make up part of Puerto Galera. There're no motorized vehicles near the ocean front, only winding foot paths though a rustic jumble of hotels, restaurants, dive shops, massage spas and bars—most quite modern and Western-style.

J books a big elegant room for me at Angeline's Dive Resort Hotel. N and his wife check into the same hotel, but J finds a cheaper place for himself nearby.

In front of the hotel, just before checking in, I make sudden eye contact with a lady who strikes me as exotically appealing: strikingly bronze-skinned and voluptuously curvy without being obese. She's evidently a freelancer waiting for prospects—and she caught me in a super-charged state.

I ask her name—"Dorothea"—and spontaneously offer her P1500 for short-time. She instantly says "okay." The uniform rate for bargirls in Sabang—a result of collusion among the bars—is P3000, so I feel I'm getting a good deal here.

After check-in I take Dorothea up to my room. She's from San Jose, the biggest town in Mindoro Occidental. Says she's 27, has no kids and came back to work in Sabang only 2 weeks ago, after an absence of several years. No kids, but wants to find a foreigner to marry and have 2 kids!

Some might find Dorothea less than beautiful or even ugly, but for me she exudes electrifying sensuality. Perfect boobs, lovely curves, powerful femininity. Facial expression perhaps a little severe, but even that's attractive to me.

I savage her with explosively pent-up appetite. When I feel a whiff of smokiness in her kiss, I confirm she's a smoker. Love letting her light up and intermittenly blow smoke on Junior while sucking him.

I let my tongue glide across her clitty and labia. Don't bother with the vibrator, just start fucking her after applying lube. Surprisingly tight twat for a bigger lady—and a marvellously exotic sight to look down on.

We switch to doggie, and she has the loveliest puckered starfish. Play a little with it, sliding a finger in part-way. Beautiful vaginal pressure in both doggie and lazy doggie as I look down on her dark skin and long hair.

On the verge of popping I ask her to hop on for CG. She does a terrific ACG which, thanks to her tightness—and a bit of help from my hands—triggers me to experience a glorious eruption.
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Dorothea collapses on top of me and spontaneously kisses me. Great romp, by any standard.

Ask her for dinner. Go downstairs, share a glass of wine. Then go to Big Apple pub. Dorothea loves pizza. We get a huge one. She chain-smokes, which I like. My buddy N is cordial to her, but J seems to dislike my new flame. We exchange kisses in front of the others, initiated by Dorothea. She looks at me with lovey-dovey eyes.

Tells me she lives nearby for P3000 a month, but has no cell phone. Given the importance of a phone for Filipinas, that means her money problems must be acute.

Well, I'm happy to help her out a bit. We agree that she'll come back to my room tomorrow at 11am. Sure look forward to some morning calisthenics with this lady!

Could probably even recruit her for Greek.

Cost: P1500 (Can$36)

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

 

[storm rider]

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.

The difference between the Phillopines VS Canada is that a dictatator like Marcos gets elected and spends years living in luxury and then flees the country after he has been deposed and after he has looted the treasury.In Canada we vote them in to power and they LEGISLATE themselves a solid gold pension plan that is enshrined into law by them.

Happy waves to Tant and to his enjoying his pooning holiday and thumbs up for not running afould of the IJM.

SR

 

[UhOh]

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Should I persist in posting reviews of all my 26 days in the Philippines? Surely no one in their right mind would read it all.

Hell Yes, this thread has been my bedtime story over the holidays.

 

[northvan10]

Should I persist in posting reviews of all my 26 days in the Philippines? Surely no one in their right mind would read it all.

Hell Yes, this thread has been my bedtime story over the holidays.

I second the "Hell Yes"!!!

Tant, you've opened my eyes to some interesting opportunities overseas

Many thanks, and keep 'em coming!

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 10: Puerto Galera / repeat with Dorothea, Sabang freelancer

Had arranged to meet Dorothea at 11am—but at 9am she stalks me on the way to breakfast with my buddies. Or perhaps this place, right in front of the hotel, is just where she usually waits for customers?

I am not too thrilled being waylaid, but don't want to be rude. So I invite her along for breakfast before taking her back to my room.

It didn't escape my notice that she seemed subdued. But, as soon as we're inside my room, she looks downright depressed. "Bad news," she whispers and tells me, her period arrived.

"Oh, no problem," I say. "Don't worry, I don't mind."

Boy, is this lady ever flowing! Soon there's blood splattered over everything, my lower body, her crotch and bum, and of course the sheets. I might have to pay to replace the blood-soaked mattress.

This isn't the first time I brave a lady's red deluge. I grit my teeth and manage quite a satisfying tryst—just a lot more restricted than yesterday. No DATY, no ACG, not even doggie, due to heavy dripping. And Dorothea refuses to indulge my smoking fetish.

Just mish and lazy doggie, and even that gets hugely messy. I drill a finger up a her butt, between blood-stained buttocks. Don't try Greek after all; somehow the mood isn't right.

After blowing in lazy doggie—closing my eyes to the sight of red over everything—I find out: the hotel's water supply has been shut off!

Happens a lot in the Philippines: faucets and toilet tanks suddenly go dry; electric gadgets suffer frequent brownouts; and most things are in disrepair and don't work the way they're supposed to. The Philippines is not for the wimpy or impatient.

Dorothea uses water from bottles in the mini bar to wash the blood off me and herself. Perhaps the fates are trying to signal, she and I aren't meant for each other?

But we do a bit of post-coital cuddling. She ends up giving me a protracted BBBJ, during which I'm allowed to take action pictures. She sucks gently, as instructed: this way my foreskin is less at risk.

Just as I'm getting ready to pump my load into her mouth, she stops and says, "Tomorrow."

Well, tomorrow I'll be gone. The 10 days with my guide are up, and Sabang is not the place where I most feel like hanging out on my own. Also, this lady is getting too pushy for me, and her period certainly puts a damper on things.

I give her P1500 as before, thank her for a lovely time and firmly usher her out the door. Then I cool off in the hotel's "Infinity Pool"—the kind of pool where the water flows over the edge and merges with the horizon overlooking the ocean.

Cost: P1500 (Can$36)

Enjoyment rating: MODERATE

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 10: Puerto Galera / Poon with Rose, Sabang freelancer

J and I take an afternoon stroll along the ocean to Laguna Beach, a resort on the other side of a rocky ridge jutting out into the water.

Just like in Sabang, the whole beachfront here is jammed with hotels, and the water is packed with boats. Filipinos certainly don't maximize the environmental or recreational quality of their beaches. There're loads of tourists here, seriously into diving. Lots of Koreans in particular, some with hapless wives trying to keep their husband's roving eyes away from sexy Filipinas.

When one boat leaves and frees up space. I manage to swim at Languna Beach, in warm and surprisingly clear water. Wash the sand off my feet in a restaurant bathroom. There're of course no change rooms at all, and I think no public toilets anywhere in the Philippines.

On the way back to Sabang, we stop in at a Danish resort and have delicious mango shake and chicken burgers. We come across a group of 3 girls that look to me like locals out for a swim. But my buddy J discerns right away, they might be freelancers (or, as they call themselves, "hunting girls").

I start chatting with the most appealing girl, whose name is Rose. Her built is a little lightweight, but she's cute and outgoing. "So what work do you do in Sabang?" I ask her.

"Oh, you know...," she says with a smile, "Just monkey business." Love such honesty.

I learn she's 32, from one of the poor Southern provinces, and a mother of 1. We easily get physically friendly, and I give her a kiss to seal our friendship. She sticks her tongue into my mouth right away—and I feel the taste and tingle of nicotine.

"I smoke," Rose admits, but says she's out of cigarettes. I offer her P1000 for short-time. She says OK. We buy cigarettes on the way back to my hotel.

She takes a long solo shower and washes her panties before getting into bed with me. We straightaway kiss DFK-style. Lovely trim body, small breasts, naughty-looking kitty with stubbles from shaving a few days ago.

Rose lights her first cigarette and—on my request—blows smoke into my face, gives me smoky-mouthed kisses, and wraps her smoke-filled mouth around Junior. I'm in smoking-fetish heaven. Doesn't hurt, either, that she's a fine cocksucker.

I rub her receptive kitty while she pumps Junior erect. She doesn't want to use my vibrator, but allows deep digits and likes to have her G-spot massaged.

"Question one," she suddenly says out of the blue. "Do you have a condom?"

"Do you?" I ask back.

Of course, she doesn't—and I'd not want to rush off to a store right now to buy condoms. But I brought an ample supply of my favorite condoms along to the Philippines.

Rose is a lively, somewhat squirmy fucker. Upon penetration she moves against my strokes to make them go deeper and faster. I can feel the squeeze of her pussy walls. She seems beautifully aroused as well.

Get her into doggie and leisurely pound her while exploring her pooper in both visual and tactile ways. We do a stretch of lazy doggie, with her butt propped up by a pillow.

Then wonderfully nimble and vigorous ACG, followed by the kind of back-and-forth rubbing women use to get themselves off in regular CG. But Junior loses his rigidity before Rose reaches climax.

We go back to mish for the finale, and I blast a euphoric load of man juice into Rose's moist pleasure slit.
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We place a towel between our sweat-dripping bodies and cuddle for 15 min. Rose is affectionate and talks freely. Says she dislikes Koreans—because a Korean once threw her into a pool and caused her to swallow water. And, like so many Filipinas, she can't swim; astonishing in an oceanic country of 7100 islands!

The Sabang bars don't like freelancer competition, she says, and sometimes they pay off the police to put "hunting girls" in jail for a day. But Rose is not scared.

She's renting a room with her friends, for P3000 a month. She left her boyfriend who got her pregnant because he had a second girlfriend who got pregnant too, and Rose felt he loved the other girl more than her.

A sweet, sex-loving and chatty lady. We shower together. I ask to take her photo, but she hides her face. "Have to protect myself," she says. Okay, I'm thinking—but in that case, no extra tip.

I put the promised P1000 on her bag. We kiss goodbye and she's gone, after giving me a healthy dose of afternoon enchantment.

Cost: P1000 (Can$24)

Enjoyment level: HIGH

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 10: Puerto Galera / Overnighter with Apple @ Midnight bar in Sabang

My buddy J and I spend the rest of the afternoon on the LIKI TIKI bar, one of 2 floating bars just off Sabang.

There're quite a few working girls but hardly any customers, despite the bar's spectacular location. It even boasts a waterslide, and I go for a long swim in water free of stinging jellyfish (though probably not entirely free of sewage).

At 7.30pm, J takes me barhopping, just like the night before. Sabang bars all seem to share a similar concept: girls around age 20 in bikinis sit around a stage entertaining male patrons and take turns strutting their stuff in small groups on stage. Another thing these bars share is the same barfine of P3000 for both short-time and long-time.

The previous night, in a bar called "Midnight," a girl joined me who was just too immature to interest me. I asked mamasan for "the oldest girl you have." Mamasan sent me a girl named Apple, a polite cutie on her 2nd day here.

Apple is 30, has 2 kids and used to work in Korea as a karaoke singer—which allowed her to buy a house for her mom and kids. I learnt she gets P150 a day in salary and only P60 from the P250 lady drink I bought her.

Had some fun with Apple yesterday, chatting and touching. Though impressed by her conversational ability, I didn't feel motivated to barfine her.

In the course of tonight's barhop, J and I end up at Midnight again, and of course Apple comes over. There's a certain dignified classiness and humble finesse about Apple which makes her far more appealing to me than most girls. I end up promising to barfine her later, after we've gone to a few other bars first.

In the next bar we visit I meet a stunningly busty 24-yr-old sexpot named Daisy. I buy her a P250 lady drink, but she's just too transparently phony and non-congenial for an overnighter. Eventually we return to Midnight. My absence clearly made Apple's heart grow fonder.

I'm rather sated from the two pops I've had already today, but she's obviously eager to be taken out. So I pay mamasan a P1500 barfine, with another P1500 to be given directly to the girl in the morning.

As we head toward my hotel, I'm worried about Dorothea lurking outside and making a scene.

Since Apple is a little hungry, we stop in at the Big Apple pub for a midnight snack. We chat, and I find out why Apple speaks such impressive English. She says she was engaged to a black American. They spent 3 years together in Korea, after he rescued her from the karaoke bar.

She didn't like the Korean karaoke bar: she says many patrons were drunk and handled her roughly.

I learn that she had a kid with the black American. The kid died 7 months after birth, from a disease called "hydrocephalus." She also mentions that her fiance had such a huge dick that she had to ask him to stop fucking during pregnancy.

Her blood type and that of her future husband's, doctors informed them, were not compatible for having children. Upon visiting him in Washington, she also discovered that he had been cheating on her—so they broke up.

Ah, lots of drama in Apple's past! Knowing about it doesn't exactly catalyze a state of erotic playfulness in me. I feel a certain heaviness hanging in the air between us as we walk to my hotel.

Dorothea is indeed outside, but quickly slinks into the shadows as we approach. Apple and I get to my room and at first cuddle, fully clothed, on the bed. Then we strip each item of clothing off each other slowly, piece by piece.

She has very small titties, which I don't mind; a wonderfully thick-lipped kitty; and a sturdy bangable frame.

We take a shower together. I wonder whether we'll get anything sexual going, after our heavy talk. Plus, Apple seems such a vulnerable classy lady that I almost feel guilty about my lecherous intentions.

But that's just an illusion she likes to project. I need not have worried. After being a karaoke girl in Korea—and the fiancée of a black American—this lady is really a seasoned slut with polished erotic skills. It's my 3rd tryst of the day, but Apple really makes me ravage her.

She's great in mish, doggie and lazy doggie, then rides me to completion in agile ACG. Wonderful lay...though thanks are also owing to the inventors of Cialis.
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Then, amazingly, we cuddle tenderly all night. I get little deep sleep but feel euphoric. At about 5am Apple squeezes Junior hard; I finger her soft pussy flesh; but then we drift back to sleep.

At around 7am Apple goes to the washroom, then starts working on Junior again in a more determined way—until I penetrate her with gusto. I also appreciate her unusual facial beauty better now, with daylight filtering through the curtains.

Mish, lovely doggie (play with the outside of her starfish and fantasize about banging it) and lazy doggie, then she gets me off in spirited ACG again.
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I'd love to sleep in with Apple, but we can't—because it's the day when I have to say goodbye to my guide and friend J. We'll catch the morning ferry over to Batangas together before parting company.

While Apple showers I place P1500 on top of her purse. She lets me take a few clothed photos of her. Then I walk her back to her dormitory above Midnight bar.

We hug and kiss one last time, before she heads down an alleyway and vanishes from my life—except for the soapbubble of memories.

Cost: P3000 (Can$72)

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

 

[little Cowboy]

I sure enjoyed the reviews. I am puzzled by others comments suggesting that tant paid too little. He paid the going rate, didn't dicker, etc.

Many people travel and don't see SP's but enjoy the value they get for their US dollar. Are they exploiting?

On a cruise ship, many of the workers are on contract and make so little money (ones I met were filipino's) and they were forbidden to disclose their wages. But they told me they made 3 times as much as they make at home. Which is way less then they'd make here in Canada. But are they being exploited?

(I am not saying one way or another, but it does raise the question...)

We live in a wealthy part of the worlds economy, and we are lucky to be here and not there. We can help them by using their products and services and paying them what is the fair wage there.

Closer to home, a worker in BC might make 20-25 per hour for 40 hrs a week. A worker in Fort Mac may make 45 per hour and works 50 hrs per week and double overtime....so when he comes to Vancouver to play, and he pays less then he'd pay for an SP who travels to Ft. Mac..is he exploiting?

And really who IS the best judge of exploitation?

 

[tantalizeme]

Reflective interlude & thanks to PERB members who're cheering me on

I sure enjoyed the reviews. I am puzzled by others comments suggesting that tant paid too little. He paid the going rate, didn't dicker, etc.

Many people travel and don't see SP's but enjoy the value they get for their US dollar. Are they exploiting?

Now that I've posted 10 day's worth of reviews (with 16 days left to go), perhaps I better pause and respond to constructive comments.

Some posters are probably angry that their strong adverse reactions to my travel report were removed by the Mods. Just want to say, I never asked the Mods to do this.

My habit is to listen to criticism and usually hang tough—and I'm not big on censorship—but I must admit: I'd probably have abandoned this thread if it had been swamped by hostile spam and personal attacks.

But friendly disagreements or probing queries are always welcome.

 

[tantalizeme]

Always good to read a post by our resident psychologist

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.

Hey Alex,

Thanks for your scintillating input.

A hobby psychologist once did that old Myers-Briggs personality test on me and labelled me an INTJ. But I don't care about labels which are invariably simplistic—just live my life as happily and responsibly as I can.

And I've recognized,: nothing's giving me greater happiness, without hurting anyone, than how it feels to connect erotically with women.

But, given that male and female sexual priorities are evolutionarily out of whack, I decided—like millions of sex-loving men around the world—to do the only really feasible thing: start paying for sex, otherwise there's just no way to access much of it for an aging male. And, because of inexorably advancing age, I'm also driven now by a sense of "either now or never."

I think play-for-pay—whether locally or abroad—is no more sleazy than other hobbies like golfing or boating or car-racing, and a lot less burdensome to the resources of this planet.

I never force a woman to do anything she doesn't freely offer. And I don't think I "objectify" women in any negative way: I see just their potential as beautiful sexual beings. Sometimes, as in the case of most Filipinas I met, they proudly and passionately proclaim themselves to be sexual beings and relish being treated as such.

Perhaps the most powerful feeling that accompanied me through life has been a sense of sexual scarcity. This sense never vanished more completely for me than in the Philippines. Wonderful sex is just wonderfully available there in the places I visited, for any guy with a bit of money, no matter what his age or looks.

The memories of this trip are gratifying and rejuvenating for me, and have pumped new joy of life into my heart and mind. And I thought, why not share some of those memories with a few interested brothers (and sisters) here on PERB? Perhaps it will give people ideas.

Can forum posts actually give people ideas? Well, one post that affected me—and contributed to my going to Angeles—was reading this nugget in the "International" section of a San Francisco-based pooner forum: http://forum.myredbook.com/dcforum2/intl/5845.html

 

[tantalizeme]

On the pros and cons of choosing bargirls vs. freelances

Realize that this episode is in Sabang, far away from Fields Ave. This article ( which may be sponsored by Angeles Bar Owners assoc.) warns against Freelancer scams and recommends sticking to Bars. Did your 'guide' offer any wisdom about "Freelancers" ?

Also .... besides soup, mango juice, and 2nd hand smoke did you take any other nutrients to keep you keepin-on?

Hey wiinky,

Thanks for your interest. Yeah, I read the same warnings:

—freelancers are more likely to carry disease (because they don't get tested weekly, like bargirls);
—they're more likely to steal from your room; and
—they're less likely to deliver quality service (due party to relative inexperience and partly to lack of accountability to a mamasan).

Here's my take. Obviously, these risks are real but easily overstated, and must be weighed against certain benefits of freelancers.

1. It's true, bargirls are supposed to get weekly health checks, but knowing a bit about the Philippine health care system, I've my doubts about whether these supposed check-ups aren't often just rubber-stamping. Another thing to consider, perhaps, is that the average freelancer is less likely to have had as many partners as the average bargirl.

I always try to protect myself against STDs by using condoms, looking for herpes sores, and using judgment about such things as whether the girl looks like a druggie. But there're irreducible risks in this hobby, whether you pick bargirls or freelancers.

2. Stealing from my room is not a really worry for me. All real valuables are locked in a safe, and if they want to swipe my shampoo or some Toblerone from the mini bar, hey, I'm not going to grow any grey hair.

3. As for quality service, it's true: bar girls are often more experienced and polished in delivering erotic services than the destitute sweet-mom type of freelancer. Freelancers also tend to be older and often less attractive than the nubile beauties preferred by bar owners.

But personally, I've a thing for sweet matures that aren't sexually jaded or emotionally hardened, and I don't mind giving them a few pointers about how to please me.

Two kinds of freelancers need to be distinguished: those working the streets and those working freelancer bars. I generally don't like picking up a freelancer on the street, because you've got to make a choice more or less on first impression. I like to talk to a lady first, and the freelancers at Manila Bay Cafe, Amazonia bar or Southern Cross bar were eminently talkable-to.

Another benefit of freelancers is that they're generally cheaper because there's no bar cut—and it's gratifying to know, the lady gets to keep all the cash you give her.

But sometimes, freelancers get greedy and ask for too much, in which case awkward bargaining may be necessary. What I do is inform myself of the going rate and firmly offer it.

If the lady wants to haggle, I move on to the next freelancer. If the lady accepts my offer and gives fine service, I throw in a generous tip.

 

[tantalizeme]

What ails the Philippines?

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.

Hey brother,

This issue is a real biggie:

Why the hell are most Filipinos so dirt-poor when their closest neighbors—the Taiwanese, Japanese, Koreans, Singaporeans, Hongers, even the Thais and Chinese—are doing so much better?

For all it's worth, here's my perspective of what's wrong with the Philippines.

1. Not enough procreative restraint: With perhaps 25 million people; the Philippines could be a paradise. With around 110 million now and growing by several million annually, it's increasingly a hopeless basket case.

2. Insane religious beliefs: The Catholic Church, with its opposition to condoms and abortions and divorces, encourages women to pump out babies. But some of the Protestant fanatics are even worse.

3. Corrupt government officials at every level: That's a Filipine tradition, and in a desperately poor country those with power have to be corrupt just to keep their heads above water. It's also next to impossible to effectively administer over 7100 islands with hundreds of different languages and native tribes. The government can pass a minimum wage law, for example—but in the provinces, nobody cares about such laws.

4. A fragile ecosystem: The Philippines is notoriously disaster-prone, with frequent earthquakes and typhoons—which are getting worse with global warming. Lots of Filipinos are still fishing with dynamite and cyanide and destroying their coral reefs and rapidly deforesting mountain sides. Putting garbage and raw sewage into waterways doesn't help either.

5. A festering civil war: The Muslims in the South (currently about 5-9% of the population but growing fast) have violent separatist factions, involve the government in a costly conflict, and make large areas in the Southern Philippines practically off-limits to non-Muslims.

6. Terrible housing that doesn't withstand the elements; terrible education that charges the poor to go to school; terrible unaffordable health care that doesn't cure many people's problems; terrible employment prospects, and non-existent unemployment insurance or pensions.

I could go on and on—but I was in the Philippines to contribute my pooning dollar to interested women in exchange for erotic attention, not to start a revolution or to grow ulcers worrying about the future of this country.

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 11: Ferry to Batangas/ Bus to Manila / Poon with Danielle, freelancer @ Amazonia

STARTING THE SOLO LEG OF MY JOURNEY

Another beautiful bangka ride across resplendent ocean scenery from Sabang to Batangas.

I part from my 10-day guide and new-found friend J at the Batangas ferry pier. We exchange a bear hug and go our separate ways—he heading back to his cozy home in the Philippines; I forging ahead, lone-wolf style, in my pooning quest.

I'm going to miss this guy: his chipper personality, amazing knowledge and organizational skill, and above all his energizing companionship. One major glitch at the start of this trip could easily have undermined my erotic playfulness—and buddy J saved me from a dozen such glitches!

The Si-Kat company employs a friendly lady named Glenda who walks boat passengers through the confusing terminal area to the bus that takes us to Manila. I check into the same Ermita hotel I stayed in before. I'm planning to stay only 1 night and leave for Angeles tomorrow, which many regard as the "world's mecca" of pooning.

But housekeeping is still getting my room ready, and I'm hungry as hell. I make the mistake of indulging in a Filipino buffet lunch at the hotel restaurant. It's 2.30pm, and the food has been steaming away at the buffet for hours and picked over by scores of people.

Sure enough, a few hours later I feel a mild case of food poisoning coming on. I swallow antibiotics, get cash from an ATM and saunter over to the bar at the Amazonia hotel. Inside I find myself mobbed by 5 girls surrounding me.

One girl is an obvious drug addict, haggard and unappealing. Two girls are average-looking. But two others are stunningly lovely, in a mature way: Danielle and Elizabeth.

I encourage Danielle to sit next to me. She touches Junior through the pants and talks with clarity and humor. She has a classic Spanish face (her father is of Spanish descent), wears slutty blue eye shadow, and has the slightly zaftig figure I like.

I leave with Daniele while keeping doe-eyed Elizabeth in mind for tomorrow. Right outside the bar I offer her P1000 for short-term, which is accepted. Once in my hotel, Danielle wastes no time stripping and showering, and scrubs my entire nether region clean with soap.

She takes charge on the bed, kissing me impetuously, then giving me a rim job. I keep it brief because I'd rather savour a BBBJ.

We lie side by side rubbing each other until I'm rock-solid. "Oh my God," she says once he sees Junior's full size.

It's great to see my soldier disappear inside her gorgeous face. I reciprocate by going down on her succulent kitty and slobbering all over it.

She doesn't care about my vibrator, but loves my lube and rubs her kitty frantically. I put my condom on (she didn't bring a condom!). With all the lube she's easily penetrated, not super tight, just nice.

We do a bit of mish, and she responds to my strokes. Suddenly she pretends to come. It's not really credible—haven't known many women who come in mish—but it's a nice attempt to fire up my spirits.

She hops on for energetic CG, which is so enjoyable I don't feel like forcing her up to ACG. I just drink in her loveliness. All the while we exchange stormy kisses.

We switch to doggie. Gently rub her lovely pooper. For the finale, back to mish, with her legs clenched while I'm ploughing in. I don't last long before a fairly intense release.
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We detach after a brief embrace. She showers while I decompress. I give her the agreed-upon P1000 plus a P500 tip, for which she thanks me warmly.

The tip seems to make her want to stay and chat. I learn she's 34, has a 4-yr-old son, comes from the Bicol region in Southern Luzon, and lives in Quezon City a 2-hr bus ride away. She left the father of her baby when she was 7 months pregnant because he was a heavy drinker who beat her up. She not only finished highschool but has a caregiver diploma.

A beautifully sensuous, mature lay. Very go-getting, opinionated woman. Gives me her number, in case I want to see her again.

Walk her down and say goodbye outside the hotel. In North America or Europe a stunner like Danielle, in spite of one kid, would be hotly pursued by dozens of men. In the Philippines, sounds like she's having a hard life and her beauty is largely going to waste.

Cost: P1000 + P500 tip = P1500 (Can$36)

Enjoyment rating: HIGH (would have been EXTREME if I hadn't been weakend by lack of sleep & slight food poisoning)

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 12: Manila, Ermita area hotel / Poon with Elizabeth, freelancer @ Amazonia

First day alone in the Philippines, and I'm immediately faced with a challenge...food poisoning.

Woke up feeling pretty weak and nauseous, so no way that I can head up to Angeles today. Instead I book my Ermita hotel for two more nights and upgrade to a superior room.

Get a 2-hr massage at a nearby Nuat Thai spa from a sweet lady named Glenda. Go to Robinson's Mall and have milk tea and a snack. Big lineup at a gigantic Starbucks—looks like lots of Filipinos have money after all, or perhaps they just blow their limited cash unwisely?

Incredible number of money changers in the Ermita neighborhood, with its colliding mix of abject squalor and pockets of affluence. I decide to enter a hair salon full of cute girls—both staff and female clients—and treat myself to a manicure and pedicure on a reclining chair, for P750 total (probably paying a foreigner premium).

Walk over to Amazonia and immediately, Danielle and Elizabeth join me. Danielle seems eager to have another go with me, but I say, "Hope you don't mind, I try your friend Elizabeth today?"

Danielle says cheerily, "Oh no, please go with her. Men choose."

Elizabeth and I agree on a P1000 donation in the elevator of my hotel. She's 39, from Davao City on Mindanao Island, a bit chubby but facially still an incredible beauty.

I invite her to join me in the shower, but she doesn't want to; says she's clean. I notice her big recent-looking Caesarian scar. She says that, only a year ago, she got pregnant by a client who took her to Boracay, the Philippine's most famous resort island. She tried to get an abortion, but it was botched.

She definitely qualifies as a BBW, which wouldn't have bothered me—but no kissing? No BBBJ? Refuses vibrator play? Wow, my patience is getting tested.

Elizabeth does give me a nice HJ and a conscientious though monotonous CBJ. She accepts lube on her forested kitty and rubs her clitty, but holds her legs together in a way that prevents satisfying penetration.

Doggie usually works best with BBWs—but she refuses to turn over!

I've some trouble staying hard and give Junior a wanking while Elizabeth masturbates. As soon as my tumescence allows, I put her legs up and move them apart, do a stint of mish and pop within minutes. Our ending feels like a whimper to me, rather than a bang.
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Elizabeth pulls away immediately.

She wasn't very forthcoming sexually but now, lying next to me, she's willing to talk. She says she did 2 yrs of psychology in university, but then got 2 kids (now 6 and 12). Like Daniella, she also lives a long distance from Ermita. She seems to be facing lots of adversity, so I feel sorry for her.

Suddenly she wants to renegotiate the agreed-upon P1000 donation. Claims Danielle told her, I paid P2500! I tell her, that's a lie. I'm not sure who the lier is: Danielle or Elizabeth.

After 15 min of chatting, Elizabeth goes to wash her privates (but again doesn't shower). I wrestle within myself, but eventually place $1500 on her bag. Her lame service doesn't deserve any extra tip. But I want to avoid a nasty argument.

Pity: quite an intelligent lady with a heartbreakingly lovely face...and a lousy lay. She spoiled my interest in BBWs for the rest of this trip.

But, due to food poisoning, I certainly wasn't at my best either, and at least I still managed to blow.

Cost: P1500 (Can$36)

Enjoyment rating: LOW

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 13: Manila, Ermita area hotel / Poon with Christine, freelancer @ Manilla Bay Caf

Yesterday and today: like night and day. Those pink antibiotic pills took effect, and my food poisoning seems gone.

Will avoid Amazonia and go to Manila Bay Cafe, but only pick someone I like—and refuse to pay for a ripoff P250 lady drink. At around 11am, MBC already has lots of people inside—but about 10 (mostly non-consuming) ladies for every guy!

I sit down at one of the elevated roundtables, near the biggest concentration of girls. Make eye contact with a classic Filipina beauty and gesture her to sit with me.

Christine, 29, is originally from Bicol. 2 kids. Completed highschool, communicates warmly. Looks slightly tired. And no wonder: I find out, she got here at 3am!

I tell her, I refuse to go along with MBC's stupid lady drink policy. But I offer her P1500 to meet me at my hotel. Right away she agrees, and I wait for her in the lobby. Arrives in less than 5 min.

Takes a long shower behind a locked door: not sure that's a good or bad sign. Comes out wrapped in a towel. After my quick shower we stretch out naked together on the bed.

While feeling up her pleasantly squishy, trimmed kitty, I teach her the best squeeze to get the quickest rise out of Junior. Our kissing is only lip to lip, without tongue. I ask her for a condom, so I can slip it over my vibrator.

"I didn't bring a condom," Christine says. "I had one but lent it to a friend."

I get out my own condoms. Christine says she prefers BJs covered—which boosts my willpower to implement my "No BBBJs!" policy. She kneels between my legs and wraps her pretty mouth around Junior, doing a fine job.

Readily accepts my vibrator and keeps applying it to her clit area as I slide in. I left the vibrator unwrapped—because I don't want to waste a condom from my quickly shrinking supply.

Christine voluntarily spreads her legs as wide as possible, so I can comfortably penetrate deep enough to hit her cervix. Seems to enjoy my alternating between slow and fast strokes.

In doggie I rub her pooper while pumping away, and she uses the vibrator from below. Even in lazy doggie she somehow still manages to use the vibrator. If I feel motivated to bring gifts for Filipina SPs on future trips, I think I bring a whole box of these devilish little pleasure machines.

I ask for ACG. She starts out great but stays in the squatting position for barely 1 min before coming down and rocking back and forth until crying out, "I'm coming!"

Good if it's true but I don't care if it isn't. I put her back into mish, lift her legs over my shoulders, and pound her fast and furiously. Then I put her legs down flat and make her squeeze her thighs together while I plough in with all my might, for a yummy blowout.
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We cuddle in bed for a good 1/2 hr. I learn she lives in a heavily populated region south of Manila called "Cavite," where she runs a little store and rents a place for P2000 a month. Her daughter is 12 and her son is 6. She'd like to buy a computer tablet so her son can play computer games, but the cheapest costs P4000.

I tease her about saying she "lent" her only condom to a friend.

"You lent out your only condom?" I ask. "What do you do when she returns it—wash it and reuse it??"

Christine seems to think that's not a bad idea. She says the cheapest Filipino-style condoms cost P30 for 3 at a 7-11 store. Neither she nor her friend could afford to buy a 3-pack right now. She even pawned her cellphone and only had a coffee and bun for breakfast.

Heartwrenching poverty, yet strong spirit.

We shower, and I put the agreed-upon P1500 on Christine's bag. She consents to photos, but doesn't want nudies. Okay by me: as long as I get to capture her lovely face. End up giving her an extra P300 tip.

Charming, sensuous, responsive lady: a delightful contrast with Elizabeth. My faith in Filipinas has been restored, and I almost feel like staying longer in Manila to plough through the whole flock of luscious girls at Manila Bay Cafe.

Cost: P1800 (Can$43)

Enjoyment rating: HIGH