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

[Aleister Crowley]

glad to hear your having fun , however i,m wondering how you are able to stay in Manila for so long?
We usually stay one night to catch up on jet lag and then get the hell out of there.
Get your butt over to Cebu..... lots of girls and awesome prices , a bit less frantic and cleaner , less real in your face poverty.
But poverty is everywhere unfortuantly .
she got the equivilent to near a months rent from you for one trick.
so, wheres the explotation as others are saying.
if your into golf , go play the little course in the centre of old fort city.
very close to u , i think is called intra murals or??? kinda fun bouncing off the fort walls and around a corner

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 13: Manila, Ermita hotel / Poon with Trixie, freelancer @ Manilla Bay Cafe

After a bit of rest following my tryst with Christine, I walk 5 min north to the Swagman Hotel. Tomorrow I plan to take the 11am Swagman bus to Angeles.

Head further north to Rizal Park, then back south along the Manila Bay oceanfront, past the colossal US embassy. The smell of sewage hangs thick in the air. But there're people fishing and swimming and washing up in the ocean. Destitute-looking people are loitering all over the place. Almost everything looks grimy, dilapidated, disorganized.

Around 5.30pm I go back to Manila Bay Cafe. More guys now, but still about 3-5 times as many girls. I reject the seat the waitress wants to give me by the door and sit further in.

Girls here aren't allowed to be too aggressive: they must wait for a guy to look around, select a girl and wave her over.

I initially talk to Silla, a striking but unsmiling beauty from Tacloban whose family home got wiped out by Typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda, her father and brother allegedly killed. No way, I'm thinking, this lady and I can make each other happy.

Notice another attractive lady nearby who smiles when I look at her. Ann comes over and we're making the usual small talk—"Where you from? Where you staying? How long you here for?"—when we're suddenly joined by 2 of her friends. I didn't invite them over, but Ann tries to talk me into a 2-some or 3-some with her friends. But I'm not in a group-sex mood.

When Ann persists in pushing her friends on me despite my express disinterest, I lose patience, finish my drink and look for another seat. The waitress seats me by the bar.

No one in my immediate vicinity strikes my fancy—when, unexpectedly, 3 girls appear whom I saw yesterday at the hair salon where I got my pedicure and manicure. One of them is Trixie, who's easily a 9 or 10 on my beauty scale: tallish, doe-eyed, dark-skinned, voluptuous without excess weight, and just all-round super lovely.

We exchanged glances in the hair salon yesterday, and she says she remembers me!

She got her hair fixed at the salon. She shares a room in a nearby boarding house and pays P200 a night just for a bed. She and her friends are from an Eastern suburb, 3 hrs busride away. It's only their 3rd day in Manila. The first day she had a customer; yesterday none one; and today?

"No one yet," she says.

I'm enchanted by this angelic South Sea temptress. "Go with me," I say. I explain that I'm won't buy a lady drink but she's welcome to follow me to my hotel.

She readily agrees. She takes a long shower and steps out of the bathroom in naked splendor. I shower and stretch out beside her, talking soothingly but inwardly intimidated by her beauty.

She allows me to teach her how to squeeze Junior awake while letting me rub her lovely, already wet kitty. And she's the first girl in a while who actually brought a condom along!

I tear the wrapping and roll her condom over my vibrator. But she's unfamiliar with vibrators and afraid it might hurt her. I don't belabour the matter.

Once I'm hard, I ask, "You don't suck cock?" If she refuses my vibrator, I'm thinking, she's probably averse to BBBJs too. An angel like her might be forgiven a bit of a princess syndrome.

"Oh I suck!" she replies to my delight—and gives me a heavenly BBBJ. She takes Junior in quite deep and sucks intensely, and even though I fear tears in my foreskin, I let her go ahead: it's worth the risk with her!

I get her on her back and dive in between her smooth brown thighs. She has a beautiful brown smooth-shaven pussy with pink interior and a small natural gape.

I lightly flick my tongue across her clit for about 2 min. Next I put lube on both our goodies. She willingly fingers herself while I slip a condom on.

Wonderful plunge into the feminine depths of this ravishing exotic beauty. With my encouragement, she continues clit-rubbing while I pummel her. She's robust and takes even my hardest strokes.

Can't help spilling part of my load. After a condom change we do kneeling doggie. I feast my eyes on her pooper, nursing sweet fantasies of analizing her.

Suddenly I have the idea of kneading her scrumptious brown buttocks, which she likes—just as I like it when a masseuse kneads mine. Then we do lazy doggie with a pillow propping up her bum.

Trixie is in great shape, except for a bit of roundness in the middle, which I certainly don't mind. She happily climbs on top for excellent ACG and some regular CG, during which she tries to make herself come. But it's my 2nd tryst of the day, and my flagpole becomes droopy.

Back to mish. I work up a sweat pounding her and reach the edge of my climax twice, but each time stop myself: I just don't want this sensation to end.

But then I revv up my strokes to their absolute maximum. She stares me straight in the eye with a soft and almost innocent look. I talk massively naughty. Another nerve-tingling eruption gushes forth from my portable volcano.
---

I noticed earlier, Trixie isn't an avid kisser. So I kiss her only briefly, gratefully, on her lips now. I pull out slowly, fearing the condom may have come off, but everything is good.

Trixie jumps up to pee, I towel off my sweat, then we cuddle up. I suddenly notice, there's a gap between her lower teeth. Ah finally—an imperfection!

It's the result of her pregnancy, she says. She got her upper teeth fixed for P10 000, but doesn't have the money to fix her lower teeth, which are nomally hidden behind her plump lower lip.

Trixie tells me, she just had her 27th birthday. She has a 6-yr-old with epilepsy. The Filipino father of her son just disappeared when he found out about the kid's disability.

"I want nothing to do with Filipino men any more," Trixie exclaims. "Only foreigners."

I give her the agreed-upon P1500. I force myself not to add a tip, because thinking of my encounter with Trixie in monetary terms feels strangely painful.

Before she slips into her jeans, I ask if I can photograph her in her red panties and yellow bra. She fusses with her hair first and lets me go ahead. Then I walk her to the front door of the hotel.

A soul-stirring encounter for me—which, in Canada, would be almost impossible. A stunner like Trixie would most likely be some rich guy's trophy wife or else command an inordinate price.

I'm just about the happiest guy on earth right now.

Cost: P1500 (Can$36)

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

 

[OldMagpye]

Wow thks fer this thread. I have no interests in traveling but u r changing my mind.. Can't wait to read more!

 

[Walk Softly]

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


This isn't for me to be honest.

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

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

I just don't get it.

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

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

I'm just wondering if you think someone who hasn't had the luxury of an education can't be smart?

For me, variety is the spice of life but to each their own.

Peace! WS.

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 14: Swagman bus from Manila to Angeles / Poon with Rowena @ Midnight Rock bar

Among my best decisions on this trip was to travel light, with just one medium-sized backpack. This way I'm mobile and don't have to leave my stuff out of sight.

This morning I'm the first person to board the legendary Swagman bus to Angeles. Take the front seat, to the right of the driver. Soon the bus fills up with mostly white-haired mongers, many sporting considerable corpulence.

A Canadian farmer-trucker from the prairies sits beside me. Each year he winters in the Philippines. He prefers serial romance with Filipinas to promiscuity with bargirls. Whatever turns your crank!

In Angeles, the bus drops guys off at whatever hotel they want. The Balibago "entertainment district" isn't a shining model of city planning. I've decided to avoid the stressful hustle and bustle around Fields Ave—with loads of pedlars, beggars and congestion—and instead settle into a Perimeter hotel further out along Don Juico Ave.

My budget hotel has a small swimming pool and is conveniently close to a street laundry (I want freshly laudered clothes every day), several European-style restaurants and most importantly, 3 clusters of monger hotspots with about a dozen "accommodating" bars each.

The Perimeter area consists of 3 bar zons along one side of Don Juico Ave, along with a random jumble of dingy little stores, some surprisingly fancy hotels and restaurants, a big garden shop and several churches, as well as abandoned lots and bankrupt businesses. On the other side of the street, strangely, there's just a high fence, a strip of grass and then a freeway.

I settle into Room 209, drop off my laundry, eat Western food and then head to my favorite 4-hand massage spa. But on the way I get lured into Dave's Midnight Rock bar by a bevvy of hotties.

Talk a bit to the feisty British owner Dave, who's about my age. He says his bar isn't making any money—few Angeles bars are—but he finds ways of "breaking even," and he loves life as a bar owner in Angeles. I learn, he's expecting a baby with one of the girls.

Lots of seductive flesh here. On impulse I barfine a chocolate-brown, sex-oozing amazon named Rowena. She's voluptuous and has distinctive tribal-girl features that resonate with my erotic tastes.

Rowena is 27, from Mindanao, and a mother of 2. First got pregnant at 17. Back at my hotel, she's beautifully physical from the get-go. She's also a smartie who brought 3 condoms!

Ready kisser, great cocksucker, connoisseur of my vibrator; and a born romping partner. Most women bring out tenderness in me, but some just make me want to bang the shit out of them. Rowena fits the second category.

I rip into her smooth-shaven treasure and savagely spear her in terrific mish, doggie, lazy doggie and ACG. Back to mish for the home stretch.

After 20 min of purely animalistic rutting, I unload my demon seed with ecstatic spasms. Give this girl my highest bangability rating!
---

Shower together again, then cuddle for about 1 hr. Rowena tells me, her first customer ever, a year ago, was a tall American on Viagra who fucked her for 2 hrs non-stop with his big dick. I can relate—Rowena's just the type to trigger that kind of male lust!

She gives me a massage. I let her sit on top of me, so I can knead her big soft melons. She jerks me semi-hard again and would apparently go a second round. But I don't want to overtax my libido, plus I noticed just a bit of menstrual blood—the bane of my existence with Filipinas.

I let Rowena show me her hometown in the Southern Philippines on my National Geographic map. She lives with her best friend Amy, another Midnight Rock hottie, at the "Friendship Centre" in nearby Koreatown, renting a bed for a mere P1000 a month. Spends next to no money on herself and sends all she can to her mom and kids in Mindanao.

Never felt financially rich before. But in the Philippines, where many people live hand-to-mouth, I feel like a millionnaire. What I pay for a lay often makes the difference between whether someone like Rowena can or can't feed her family that week.

She's totally okay with nude photos. Give her a deserved P500 tip, which she appreciates. Says she usually gets tipped P100-200 for short-time.

We part with a hug in front of my hotel. I do 20 lapses in the swimming pool and then go for 4-hand massage. That's the relaxed vacation I hoped for.

Cost: P1400 barfine + P500 tip = P1900 (Can$46)

Enjoyment rating: VERY HIGH

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 15: Angeles / Poon with Cherry @ Abbele's Wine Bar, Raymond

I saunter towards Fields via back streets. It's Sunday, and I walk past a jam-packed gospel hall with a fiery preacher speaking Tagalog. I end up in an atrocious dead-end ghetto.

Walk back out to Fields and toward "blow row," past the Orchid Resort and the Wild Orchid Hotel. Raymond Street is shown to the south of Fields on tourist maps, but I suspect these maps don't correspond to actual compass directions.

Stop in at the same wine bar where I picked up sleepy Mary-Rose a few days ago. The vulgar fat girl joins me right away. But I've a new rule: NO MORE PITY FUCKS.

I spot a very attractive girl and talk to her. I'm learning to ask Filipinas about whether they're on their period—and this girl says, "Yes."

Go next door into Abbele's Wine Bar. An incredible cutie named Cherry cozies up to me. Lovely Pinoy features. Radiant, smiley eyes. She's 24, originally from the island of Negros. Completed highschool. Has a 4-yr-old kid. Lives with her mom who knows what she's doing. And yes, she smokes!

Decide to take Cherry upstairs. Mamasan asks for P850 but I know, the going rate here is P700. I'd rather tip generously than get fleeced at the outset—and help wreck the market.

So I firmly say, "No, it's 700." Mamasan sees my determination and mumbles, "Okay, if the girl accepts it."'

Cherry is game. The upstairs area has 4 small privacy-affording rooms divided by plywood walls. We occupy the room closest to the washroom.

After a brief cleansing I get Cherry to sit astride my legs, light a cigarette and use her free hand to get Junior hard. I enjoy my point of view. Pointy mid-sized titties; slight paunch; luscious-looking, with lovely brown skin.

She's also a passionate kisser. I learn, she's only 4'9 tall but smokes 40 cigarettes a day. Started smoking during pregnancy.

Next she gives me a BBBJ and blows smoke all over Junior. Her suction is a little strong, so I keep the BJ short. I lean her against the pillow at the head of the bed and squirt lube on her trimmed furrow.

She brought a condom, which I use to wrap the vibrator. I've found it's best not to ask these girls whether they're willing to use the vibrator, but just give their kitties an exploratory buzz—and predictably, almost all love it. Cherry sure does.

I hand over control of the vibrator while dressing Junior for the occasion. Initially, here miniature kitty resists penetration. I lube up some more and ease into her elastic cave ever so slowly. Terrifically snug—almost like the familiar grip of my own hand.

Cherry never complains, but continues to use the vibrator on her clit as much as possible. After mish I impale her in thrilling ACG. During regular CG she says she likes "to have your big fat dick inside me."

It's striking how my Filipina SPs always use "dick" and "pussy" for our respective equipment, and never any other terms.

Turn Cherry to doggie and savor her tightness while rubbing her pooper. We also do even tighter-feeling lazy doggie. Cherry has lovely black hair cascading down her back.

For the highpoint of our romp I choose a sure thing: ploughing her in mish, with her legs flat and thighs squeezed together—while smoking another cigarette. I blow with gratifying intensity.
---

We kissed throughout, and now we kiss again. I feel touched by Cherry's humble sweetness and splendid service. We chat, cuddle and caress for about half an hr. Feel totally comfortable with this lovely, warm-hearted lady.

Give her a P500 tip, which is P300-400 more than she says she normally gets. We wash up and go downstairs hand-in-hand.

"Wonderful girl," I say to mamasan.

"Why don't you marry her right now?" mamasan replies. Almost sounds as if she's not joking.

Cost: P700 barfine + P500 tip = P1200 (Can$29)

Enjoyment rating: HIGH verging on EXTREME

 

[yazoo]

Great reading Tant! I find it difficult to write about the details of a session as they all start reading the same way. You have a gift for injecting something original into each report.

Most reporters follow the template of a numeric scale for face, body, service, etc - something I notice that you avoid. Your content more than covers it though. I do like your idea of an "Enjoyment Rating", something that I haven't seen any other reporter do. I think that I may steal that one for future reports!

One question that begs to be asked - has all of this caused you to rethink your retirement plans? Thirty degree warmth year-round, crystal clear warm water, with play-time just an air-conditioned coach ride away...

If you get a chance, it would be interesting to know your impression of the best to the worst bars in Angeles City. Ambiance, cost, quality of talent.

Keep writing. Wish I had read this before my trip. I overpaid ...

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 15: Angeles / Overnighter with pregnant Rebecca @ Midnight Rock bar

After my 2-hr Thai massage (costing P550 / Can$13) I decide to walk all the way to the farthest cluster of Perimeter bars.

I enter a bar named "Thi-Hi." They've a superfriendly tout named Betty outside, and I'm attracted by the girls all wearing colorful stockings with garter belts.

To my surprise, I'm told, "We have no barfines here." The girls make their living just from conversation and need to achieve 24 lady drinks a week. If they want to arrange to meet a customer after their shift, that's entirely their private business. The bar doesn't take a cut.

All this I learn from an intelligently talkative lady named Ann, 39(!). Interesting concept. I buy Ann a drink but don't think I'll return to this bar.

I turn on my flashlight—street lights in the Philippines are highly sporadic—and walk back to my current favorite, Midnight Rock bar. Having proved with Rowena yesterday that I'm willing to barfine girls, I'm instantly surrounded by enthusiastic candidates, including Rowena.

Off in a corner I notice a tall girl with an intriguing Mona Lisa-smile. But sadly, she packs visible extra around the middle. When I inquire about her, I'm told: "Oh, that's Rebecca...she's 6 months pregnant."

I talk to Rebecca, and sure enough, she's a gentle soul whose bemused smile never leaves her face.

She's 31, from the poor province of North Samar. Has 8 sisters and 4 brothers. Attended just 1 year of elementary school. Parents couldn't afford school fees. Spent most of her working life planting and harvesting rice and came to Angeles to make money to send to her family.

Half a year ago, she got her lucky break. An elderly Canadian barfined her for a whole week and took her along to the resort town of Boracay. Of course, they didn't use condoms. By the time Rebecca discovered she was pregnant, he was gone and never replied when she wrote to his address. He didn't give her his Canadian phone number.

"Being a single mother is tough," I say. "Have you considered an abortion?"

She seems shocked. "You cannot kill a baby," she says. I also learn, abortions are illegal in the Philippines and dangerous, and cost P15000.

Rebecca's Catholic mom doesn't want her to abort, but will help her raise the baby. Rebecca plans to return to North Samar to give birth and seems to look forward to the experience.

"I'm getting old," she says. "I want a baby."

I feel deeply ambivalent about barfining this lady. I've occasionally masturbated to "pregnant-fetish" porn. But actually poking a lady with a fetus in her belly seems somewhat...yucky? creepy? scary?

But I'm rarely one to chicken out. I give myself the necessary inner push and plunk down P1400 for an overnighter with Rebecca. The mamasan acts as if a guy barfining a visibly pregnant lady is the most normal thing in the world.

I feel like a pervert. But there's something both disgusting and yet exciting about this. Just hope the fetus won't pop out while I skewer her honeytrap.

Back at my hotel, I try to delay the inevitable by swimming 20 laps in the pool while Rebecca watches TV. When we finally commence intimacies, I learn she last had sex 3 months ago. She has big sagging breasts with huge dark aureolas and a slightly swollen-looking, hairy kitty.

When Rebecca says she doesn't like giving BBBJs, I'm secretly relieved. She has a habit of raising her upper lips above her gum line, exposing a rather formidable set of teeth. It's my choice that we do no kissing either.

She grabs Junior a little roughly at first, but is receptive to my teaching how to squeeze the little rascal more pleasurably.

And suddenly, we've warmed up to each other and have a lovely time. I penetrate, and her sizable oyster feels open and hungry. She's definitely on the loose side and holds me in the lightest of grips. But there's something tantalizing about a spacious kitty's light caress.

For a pregnant lady, Rebecca allows pretty unrestrained banging: solid mish, vigorous doggie, no CG (for obvious reasons), back to loose but kinky-feeling mish. I achieve an unrushed climax, holding smiley eye contact with her while wondering what's going on inside the hillock of her pregnant belly.
---

I enjoy cuddling with Rebecca all night, squeezing her hefty boobs and caressing her round belly. She's naturally affectionate. At 6am she starts working on Junior again and seems eager to deliver the second pop that's almost contractually obligatory for an overnighter.

But I'm still in a daze from the Melatonin I took last night, to help me sleep. So I don't exactly fend off her initiative, but make no move to encourage her. Surely we've all morning to play?

When I open my eyes at 9am, I'm surprised Rebecca is up and getting dressed. She apologetically explains that she has to run.

For some reason I don't understand, she has another girl's health card, and they're both due for their weekly pap smear. They were supposed to be at the clinic at 8am. The other girl is already there and texted that she's waiting.

"Wow," I say. "Sounds complicated."

"Our life is hard," Rebecca sighs.

Though not overly pleased that she's running off, I give her a P500 tip, for being such a sweetie. I wish her well with her future baby—hope it won't derail her life.

My first experience with "pregnant sex," and probably my last. Interesting, but found out, it's not one of my major kinks.

Cost: P1400 barfine + P500 tip = P1900 (Can$46)

Enjoyment rating: MODERATE to HIGH

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 16: Angeles / Poon with Wendy @ Abbele's wine bar, Raymond

Had a moment of serendipity while eating brunch at a European bistro.

Got talking with the owner. He asked where I was staying and then recommended "a much better hotel" for the same price. "They're having a promotion," he said.

I went to check it out, and it's the coziest and most elegant hotel I've yet seen in Angeles, with a good-size swimming pool. Their promotion requires a 1-week stay, and I booked myself in for a full week. That side trip to Subic's riotous floating bars will have to wait until next year.

And guess what: on my way back from the new hotel, I bump into hot-and-cold Belinda! In broad daylight I don't find her all that attractive. She wants to seduce me, but I say, "Can't go with you—I already have plans."

I don't really have plans; but twice is enough with Belinda. Pick up my laundry and find myself drifting back to where I got fabulous positive reinforcement yesterday: Abbele's wine bar on blow row, where Cherry works. Where there's one nugget, there're bound to be others.

Cherry is around, and I tell her "sorry"—I want to pick a fresh girl I've noticed. Wendy is rather tall, slender, dark-eyed, sultry, innocent-looking. She's model quality in my eyes. Only thing, though: she doesn't smile.

I learn, she's 20. No babies yet. She says (perhaps lying) that she has worked here for only 2 weeks. Also claims (certainly lying) that she has had no customers yet! She strikes me as the prettiest of the whole bunch at Abbele's, so I bet Western lechers like me pick her a lot.

She freely tells me, she's on her last shift for a while. She's meeting a Canadian she got to know online, and he's taking her to Subic for a week. Talk about taking sand to the beach, I'm thinking.

Well, better grab her while I can. Indeed, Wendy seems sexually a bit reticent and inexperienced. But I don't mind corrupting innocence.

We use the same upstairs room where I bagged Cherry yesterday. As a warm-up I maneuver Wendy into side-by-side cock-squeezing and pussy-rubbing. Flawless body, except for a vertical scar on her stomach.

Gets me aroused but doesn't want to do a BBBJ—fine by me! My better judgment has sworn off BBBJs, but I need all the help I can get to stick to my resolve.

Surreptitiously I wrap my vibrator in Wendy's condom and begin buzzing her pubic mound before she can say yes or no. She predictably likes the sensation and continues vibrating herself, while I make final launch preparations.

Wendy is another supertightie, just like Cherry. Driving my masculine pleasure organ into that narrow birth canal is like driving a wedge into a crack of rock, in terms of initial resistance. I proceed to delightful mish and doggie. In doggie I spread Wendy's ass cheeks to expose a perfect pooper beckoning to be drilled.

But Wendy is averse to pooper play. Even though she's happily using the vibrator, her reticence hasn't completely melted and almost seems mixed now with a touch of hostility.

I ask for ACG and half expect to be turned down, but she wordlessly climbs on and impales herself. I just lie back, put my hands away and enjoy her riding. She's dutiful but there's no sign she's having any lusty feelings herself.

Ah well, took me most of a lifetime to come into my own sexually, so I don't fault a 20-yr-old for not being a horny firecracker.

In fact, Wendy's beauty, along with her strange mix of cooperativeness and antagonism, escalates my own horniness to white heat. I pour on more lube and pound her silly in merciless mish, before exploding marvellously within the confines of her passion cave.
---

She immediately jumps up to run to the washroom. I chill on the bed for a minute. I get to wash myself while she watches almost angrily.

Give her a P300 tip, for cooperation and enjoyment—though friendliness was somewhat lacking.

We go downstairs. Cherry is sitting outside the bar with other girls, most of whom are smoking. I notice, they're all young: late teens to mid-20s. Cherry invites me to sit with them while Wendy disappears.

There's a vendor nearby selling street food. It's P7 for 2 roasted chicken feet. I buy chicken feet for all the girls and try them myself: quite tasty, but not much meat. I also buy fresh green mango slices, which taste sour. A shoe shiner comes by, and I've my Rockports shined and waterproofed for P100.

But best of all, I meet a suave older lawyer-type gent who tells me, he's from Burnaby, BC, Canada! We shake hands. Tells me, he plans to retire in Subic next year. Suddenly Wendy appears out of the woodwork. They hug in a way that suggests, he enjoyed her charms too.

Or could he be the guy who's taking her to Subic for a week? In which case I've gladly pre-tenderized certain strategic parts of her anatomy for him.

Cost: P700 + P300 tip = P1000 (Can$24)

Enjoyment rating with Wendy: HIGH

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 16: Angeles / Overnighter & Greek with Emily @ Midnight Rock bar

My last night at the old hotel, and I'm once again drawn to nearby Midnight Rock. On the porch I see a petite lady smoking.

I noticed Emily before but, until tonight, she didn't really stand out for me. She's clearly in her 30s and delicate to the point of being scrawny. But tonight we have an engrossing chat.

She's originally from a small island off Samar; has a 10-yr-old daugher from a former German boyfriend who pays no support; and used to work at a German restaurant in Angeles.

She's sweetly communicative, but there's a self-deprecatory melancholy about her. When I say, "You're beautiful," she answers, "No, I'm not." When I say, "You're smart," she answers, "I'm not smart."

I try to teach her not to reject compliments. But the best she can manage is, "Beautiful? Smart? Me? Not so much."

I ask how much she weighs. "40 kg." We've great rapport, and I like her smoking, but I'm afraid her body won't comfortably accommodate a guy like me who has been told he's big.

Deeply ambivalent, I barfine Emily just before closing time. Back at my hotel, she drinks hot chocolate while I take a quick dip in the pool.

But then the incredible happens. After our shower, she starts kissing me wildly while smoking. Sucks me like the pro she is. Loves my vibrator. Lets me digit her with several fingers, until I'm practically fisting her amazingly stretchable passion cave. Guess it's used to lots of traffic.

She's nimble like a cat in mish and doggie. Delivers lively ACG and then spins around to reverse ACG. We also do a position I only use when I'm feeling adventurous: reverse piledriver. http://www.sexinfo101.com/brute.shtml

Earlier in doggie, I probed her butthole with a finger. No objection. Now in reverse piledriver I stick a finger up her twitching pooper again, and suddenly she asks, "Want to fuck me in the ass?"

Like asking a thirsty man if he wants a drink! "Absolutely," I say.

Her sphincter feels tight around my lube-drenched finger. Don't get in on the first try. So I use the vibrator to prepare the path. Get in on the second try.

Emily is great at receiving deep Greek: totally willing, uninhibited, agile and naughty. Tells me, right then and there, "Used to have an Amercian boyfriend...he was over 60 but loved to assfuck me."

I Emily's legs over my shoulders while she puffs on her 3rd or 4th cigarette. Joyously nail her in anal mish until I shoot a glorious load up her poop chute.
---

I lie beside her in bed, blissful, utterly astonished. Had many excellent lays in the Philippines, but this lady is probably my best.

We talk for quite a while, after showering. Beautiful rapport. We discuss differences between women and men, and she readily agrees: men need sex more. Show her some of my favorite porn on my i-pad while she keeps smoking.

Sleep rather restlessly and have another wild tryst in the morning. On her request, no Greek this time—guess she's worried about a digestive disaster? I'd not give a hoot.

As a sort of consolation, she lets me take full-face action photos with my cock in her orifice.

"You really give us men what we want," I say.

"Why not?" she replies, with a shrug and a grin.

Would never have imagined, this scrawny little nicotine addict could be pure erotic dynamite! Goes to show, never underestimate the erotic prowess of small girls.

We share breakfast in the hotel restaurant. She says wistfully, "I'm looking for a boyfriend...haven't found the right man for me yet." She's vehemently anti-Filipino men.

A superb lay, but would she make a good GF or wife? Her chain-smoking starts to annoy even me, and she seems hell-bent on destroying her health in short order.

Give Emily a P1000 tip, in recognition for outstanding service. Might repeat, but not right away: I feel we've done pretty much everything the first night.

Cost: P1400 barfine + P 140 lady drink + P1000 tip = P2540 (Can$61)

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 17: Angeles / Laura @ Nifty's bar on Perimeter

Got a massage by a lady named Hannah this afternoon in a cozy upstairs spa. Our chat was fairly typical of a conversation I've had with several Filipinas.

"How old are you, sir?" she began. In conversation with Western men, Filipinos have a habit of affixing a "sir" to almost every sentence.

I tell her my true age.

"Are you married, sir?"

"No, never married."

"Oh why not, sir?"

"Well, I guess, love my freedom too much."

"I see... You've children, sir?"

"No."

"No children? Why not, sir?"

"The world's already too full of people. Any kids I might have aren't needed."

"That's just your point of view, sir," she says. Her tone of voice tells me she thinks I'm a total weirdo—which, however, doesn't detract in the least from the quality of her massage.
---

For dinner tonight I eat a whole roast chicken I buy from a street vendor. I also buy caramel-flavored milk tea at the nearby 7-11 and polish everything off at a little table outside the store.

Then I decide to head back to Bar Rio, where they have the most "accommodating" girls. Emily reawakened a taste for Greek in me, and I'm looking for a 3-holer.

Belinda happens to stand outside the adjoining Nifty's bar. I make it clear, I'm looking for others—"but hope we'll always be friends." She grimaces and turns away.
---

I enter Bar Rio, wave off 2 girls who approach me, and signal a bikini-clad hottie dancing on the stage to come down and sit with me.

Laura says she remembers seeing me in this bar before. Right away, she zips open my fly, uncovers my meatsnake and starts wanking while other girls look on.

I buy Laura a lady drink and learn, she's 19. Now I'm certainly not on the lookout for 19-yr-olds, but that's the age of many bargirls in Angeles. They're mostly from dirt-poor farm families in Samar and Leyte, sometimes Mindanao and Bicol.

While Laura gives me a well-calibrated hand job, we're having a totally relaxed chat. I learn, Laura is from West Samar near typhoon-hit Tacloban, has a 2-yr-old with her estranged husband (who's a drinker), and has worked in this bar for 9 months.

"How many guys have you fucked these 9 months?" I ask.

"I don't know," she says. "A lot."

"Is this job difficult?" I ask.

"At first it was hard," she says. "But now it's easy."

Wow, I'm thinking—how could her job possibly be easy? Perhaps because she found it hard to contravene the social stigma at first, but now surrenders to her inner slut and allows herself to enjoy this job?

"You make enough money?" I ask.

"Made about P20 000 last month," Laura says. Assuming non-extravagant tipping, this would require almost 20 customers. Seems high to me—but then, she's wickedly attractive.

"But we just had to pay a P5000 fine," she suddenly adds. "All the girls."

"Why is that?" I ask.

"Because too many girls sneaked out," she says.

I learn that the Filipino bar owner pays no salary at all, only commission for lady drinks and take-outs—which partly accounts for the amazing friendliness of these girls! Apparently, the girls often arrange to meet customers without letting the bar owner and mamasan have their cut.

Interesting stuff—but my soldier informs me in no uncertain terms, he'd love to have a friendly joust with this lady. I pay mamasan the P1500 barfine and take Laura back to my hotel.

We begin with the "lie next to each other" routine: she squeezing Junior hard, me rubbing her lovely fleshpot. Laura doesn't object to kissing or digits, but gives no signs of arousal.

I break my "No BBBJs!" rule for the umpteenth time. Great to see my soldier bayonetting this girl's mouth, but she sucks him too strongly—so I stop her, for fear of getting my foreskin ripped.

I start buzzing her goodies with my vibrator. She mounts a slight initial protest but quickly acquiesces and starts enjoying it.

In fact, my vibrator is probably the only thing that really interests Laura about our encounter, apart from the money. She's certainly polished in her erotic skills and willing to please. But there's something businesslike about her that tells me, she doesn't feel much genuine passion.

Unfazed I ease into her in mish. Pummel her in doggie, with an excellent view of her pooper. Let her ride me to orgasm in very competent ACG.
---

I turn off the lights, and we cuddle up. Both of us fall asleep, with me pressing up against her bum in the spooning position.

An hour or so later I feel a renewed surge of desire for this scrumptious maiden. She willingly jerks my cock hard again, and I plough her once more in mish, while she's motionlessly cooperative. It's my 3rd pop of the day, so I don't hold back, but just fire my ammunition as soon as I feel an urge to release.

Forgot to mention: there's blood on the towels and blood on the sheets, probably all the way down to the mattress. Just hope I don't get into trouble with the management. Another Filipina on the tail end of her period. Didn't really dampen my ardour, though.

To her credit, Laura told me earlier this was her first day back at work, after several days off due to her period.

While Laura showers I rush down to the reception to get fresh towels and change a P1000 bill so I can give Laura a P500 tip. The receptionist tells me, they'll charge me P100 for each fresh towel.

Laura seems to find my tip generous enough. She also asks if she can take junk food and Toblerone from the mini bar. Okay by me. All these girls love Toblerone—I should buy an ample supply.

I walk Laura back to her bar in the near-dark, with sporadic lights here and there. We make awkward small talk.

Our minds may be light years apart, but sexually she gave me one of the sweetest May-November encounters possible between women and men.

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

Enjoyment rating: HIGH

 

[emacky]

Man seems like you could of lived like a King in Asia Tant! I really do enjoy reading what your write on your travels. Although I'm a bit surprised how anti-Filipino the women are. Unfortunately, the one here are really pro Filipino, although I guess that is a good thing since it saves us from a lot of Filipino drama

 

[Aleister Crowley]

Tants , take a trike up near top of perimiter to the "Honey Ko" bar.
you wont regret it.

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 18: Angeles / Cherise @ Prince of Wales on Raymond

Breakfast at my hotel, after 10 laps in their superb pool. The upscale new digs I moved into are like an oasis of tranquility in this hectic hub of world mongering.

At 11.30am—after reading today's paper at the Internet bar that serves mango lassi—I feel a gravitational pull toward my single most favorite Angeles haunt: blow row on Raymond Street.

I notice, a rather disheveled Western gent is just leaving a wine bar called "Prince of Wales." There's also an alluring cutie soliciting business.

I yield to temptation and follow her inside. Her name is CHERISE, 26, from Cebu. Her story sounds familiar. Has has 2 kids, age 4 & 1. Left her husband, a violent drunkard. Lves with her auntie, about 1 hr's jeepney ride away.

I suggest going to my hotel, but for some reason Cherise seems hesitant. Understandable if she's a little scared of a big strange guy like me. Mamasan in this bar insists on P800 to take Cherise upstairs—and I don't feel like haggling today.

As expected, the upstairs area is divided into rustic fan-equipped little rooms. We're next to the girls' dorm whose door is open. I see bunk beds and several girls milling about in various states of undress.

Naked, Cherise is a nerve-tingling feminine sight. She has a pleasing Filipina face, big-nippled mammaries, warm eyes and a sweet way of talking. Her vertical Caesarian scar—which is probably the reason she's not working at a high-class bar—doesn't bother me.

We start with side-by-side mutual fondling. When we're both adequately warmed up, I pour lube on her puffy kitty. Next I hand her the vibrator, which she eagerly uses.

Cherise didn't bring condoms but says, mamasan sells condoms to interested customers for P20 each. These condoms were originally provided for free by the government's "hygiene" department. If I hadn't brought condoms, she'd quite possibly have been willing to go bareback!

Penetrate and find, we've a wonderful fit. She avidly applies the vibrator during our initial stretch of mish, getting genuinely aroused—always conducive to having a mutually enjoyable time.

Let her hop on for ACG. Her strokes are a little timid. So I get her to kneel above my face, spread her pussy lips and masturbate herself: a feast for the eyes! I indulge in a bit of face-sitting as well.

A condom change, then doggie. I rub her inviting butthole and ever so slowly sneak a finger inside. No objection. Continue with a nice stretch of lazy doggie.

Back to mish for the finale. Drinking in this lady's bronze-skinned beauty, I experience a terrific blowout after a few min of pumping.
---

We snuggle close, chatting. Super-friendly lady. Fnished highschool in Cebu. Parents couldn't afford school fees, so she attended school in the morning, bought BBQ supplies in the afternoon, and sold street food in the evening.

Doesn't really like this job, she says—but reasonably paying regular jobs require a birth certificate and connections, which she doesn't have.

Business is slow: says, the whole bar only had 1 customer this morning, probably the gent I saw leaving. The girls get no salary at all. Cherise dreams of someone to take her away from this place. She says foreigners tell a lot of lies: they promise to help her but then never come back.

Well, I don't make any promises but give her a P500 tip, which she thankfully accepts.

Cost: P800 + P60 drink + P500 tip = P1360 (Can$33)

Enjoyment rating: HIGH

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 18: Angeles / Overnighter with Grace @ Midnight Rock

Magical evening... I'm with Grace, who just showed me photos of her daughters, age 6 & 9, on her smartphone.

Earlier, after another 2-hr Thai massage, I dropped into Midnight Rock with a view to barfining pretty Jocelyn. But Jocelyn is strangely unenthusiastic and confesses (but only after I ask!) that she's having her period.

Just as I turn to leave to explore other possibilities, I see an appealing lady in jeans, who seems out of place beside all these bikini-clad girls. Grace has an aura of mature personableness. A new mamasan, perhaps?

Turns out, Grace just got hired here and doesn't have a uniform yet. I end up sharing roast chicken from the nearby street vendor with Grace, Emily and mamasan. We eat on the porch. Are these girls ever hungry!

Grace is 29, did 2 years of nursing college and comes from Bohol, the island with the famous chocolate hills—but devastated in 2013 by a major earthquake and Typhoon Haiyan. http://ca.images.search.yahoo.com/s...e&fr=crmas&sz=all&va=bohol+earthquake+typhoon

Grace's parents are currently in shock and too distraught to take care of her kids. They're in the care of her 15-yr-old sister. Last year, Grace says, she worked as a floor manager (mamasan) at a big bar called "Dollhouse," after she recruited 20 girls from Bohol. But then she had to quit, to rescue her parents who were left homeless after the earthquake.

Now she's back, to reestablish herself financially. Eventually she hopes to open a store near Puerto Princesa on the island of Palawan, where she already owns land. She says she also applied to go as a caregiver to Canada!

I don't know how much to believe, but I'm taken with Grace's intelligent manner. Barfining her is a no-brainer. When we get to my hotel, Grace briefly joins me in the pool in her underwear, but it's far too cold for a Filipina.

I feel a growing connection with Grace that goes beyond the merely physical. In such a case it's best to get sex out of the way as soon as possible, before expectations become unrealistically heavy.

She's very sweet and responsive in bed, though certainly not a kinkster or firecracker. She has a lovely face, a small fit body and tiny boobies, along with a wonderfully cooperative attitude. Grace says I'm her very first customer (at Midnight Rock? ever?). Not totally clear.

After the side-by-side petting I dine on her honeypot. She readily grabs my vibrator. Penetration feels great. All positions work well: mish, doggie, lazy doggie and CG. She rides me so energetically in ACG that I explode, my index finger half up her pooper.
---

We shower and dress, to go down to the restaurant for midnight snacks. Grace wants a burger. I just order soup and hot chocolate. Sure enough, Grace needs help to finish off the burger. She also mentions—probably lying—that I was the youngest-looking customer who came to the bar all evening.

Back in the room we look up her home province of Bohol on my i-pad and play some Filipino music on youtube, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
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In the morning, with Junior pressing against Grace's butt crack, we launch into another intense tryst. I run out of libidinal steam at one point and take a 10-min break, before working up to a beautiful climax.

She's totally into pleasing me—except that this time, she gently removes my finger from her pooper. Guess she doesn't want an embarrassing accident.

After my satisfying pop we feel asleep again, intertwined, until 10.30am.

We eat breakfast downstairs. Grace orders a typical Filipino fish-and-rice dish. I feel meaningful rapport with this smart, unpretentious, warm-hearted lady.

I give Grace a P800 tip and walk her to to the Jeepney stop by the Petron station. I'll see her again later tonight, at Dave's popular Thursday night rock concert.

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

Cost: P1400 barfine + P140 lady drink + P800 tip = P2340 (Can$56)

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 19: Angeles / Reggilyn @ Jumping Jack Flash wine bar on Raymond

I realize with a sense of panic this morning: I'm going to run out of condoms before long. So I go to the Love Shop on Fields and buy samples of 2 brands that promise to be my size.

I walk along the short street connecting Santos and Raymond. On one side there're hotels and bars, and on the other there're stalls selling outfits for bargirls. Located here is also the famous Tequila Reef Restaurant—owned by the same guy who, I'm told, runs the Philippine Addicts website.

At the corner of this cross street and Raymond I get solicited by a lady offering massage. "Later," I say. Suddenly, I spot a spell-binding sight in front of the wine bar called "Jumping Jack Flash."

Reggilyn has an appealing face, a willowy-slender killer body with long bare legs, and the kind of dark-brown skin which—combined with her other attributes—I find irresistible.

I follow her inside, and we sit down on a couch. Reggilyn is from Zambales, along the Western Luzon coast. Her 1 kid is staying with her mom. I forget to ask her age, but I'd guess mid-20s.

Her English is limited, but I get to test out her impressive kissing skills right on the couch. I'm soon ready to barfine her.

Mamasan tells me, it's Reggilyn's first day, in an attempt perhaps to make her appear more innocent and desirable. It's a blatant lie: Reggilyn later says, she has worked there for 2 months.

I pay P800, plus P60 for my can of mango juice. I also pay mamasan P20 for a condom to put on my vibrator.

Reggilyn leads me upstairs to one of the usual plywood-walled little "boom-boom" rooms. But this one, amazingly, is air-conditioned.

There's also a larger room that serves as living quarters for the girls. The door is open, and 2 girls stand around more or less naked, grooming themselves.

Reggilyn and I kiss again and strip. She has a flawlessly trim body with perky titties. I wrap a towel around my waist on the way to the washroom down the hall, but Reggilyn doesn't bother: she struts naked, as if that's the most natural thing in the world. Which, I guess, it is.

We warm up with side-by-side caressing. Soon Reggilyn kneels between my legs so I can fully relish the view while she delivers a fine BBBJ, along with BLS.

Then I go to town on her kitty, munching away to encouraging moans. Her flesh feels silky and clean-tasting.

She immediately gives herself over to the sensations of my vibrator when I hand it to her. That's really the secret to a great erotic encounter: take a bit of time to get the lady aroused first. And my vibrator seems like a magic bullet to make that happen, again and again.

Take the plunge in mish and pump away. Beautiful fit. Reggilyn clearly loves to impale herself on a big rod. Does an energetic ACG and rubs forcefully back and forth in regular CG, trying (unsuccessfully) to get herself off.

In doggie she's receptive to my most relentless pounding. I also relish the soft yieldingness of her starfish and insert part of my thumb. Then another long bout of mish, and I swamp her passion crack with my manly juices.
---

We cuddle up, kissing and exchanging compliments. She says cutely, "I like big dicks, not small ones."

When we go to wash up, the washroom is occupied. We go back to the room to wait. Largely in jest I suggest, "Let's fuck once more!"

Immediately Reggilyn takes me at my word and launches into another BBBJ. She doesn't care, Junior is still moist from recent cum.

I give her the vibrator and leave the job of getting Junior action-ready to my practiced right hand. Within 5 min I'm rock-solid again (proof positive that the Cialis knock-off they're selling in the street for Can$7 for 4 pills is actually working).

Next I jackhammer Reggilyn in mish with pure animal lust. She breathes not a word of complaint, but affectionately calls me "daddy" a few times. I turn her to doggie and get her to spread both orifices wide for me with her hands.

Before long I achieve a glorious second blowout in lazy doggie.
---

And here I thought, my MSOG days are finished!

I'm impressed by Reggilyn. Out of the P800 I paid she gets at most half—so for less than Can$10 she served up such wild eroticism that she got 2 shots out of me within less than an hour! She seems as sex-crazed as the horniest guy.

We kiss profusely. She calls me handsome. Asks my age. Says she wants to see me again.

We find the washroom still occupied, so we use the shower in the girl's dorm. I see several stark-naked girls prancing around. They seem used to seeing guys use their shower.

While I dress, Reggilyn straightens out the rumbled bedsheet that came partly off the mattress. Any suggestion of changing to a fresh sheet would no doubt be received as a harebrained idea.

Before parting I give her a P500 tip—and then, on impulse, add another P500 (about Can$24). Reggilyn shows herself so grateful that she insists on tying my shoelaces.

Cost: P800 barfine + P1000 tip = P1800 (Can$43)

Enjoyment rating: EXTREME

 

[downtownboy30]

Thanks for your detailed reviews Tant. I am planning a Phillipines pooning trip in the near future so all this information is very helpful. I have previously pooned in Pattaya and while I enjoyed my 10 day stay there, my eyes are on the Phillipines as the Filipino ladies speak good English and from what I hear are warmer/friendlier than Thai women.

As echoed by others on this thread, the comparison to what SPs make in Vancouver is not an apples to apples comparison primarily due to the cost of living factor. Cost of living is much cheaper in Asia - for example, a brand new 1,000 ft2 Pattaya condo costs approximately CAD$50,000 compared to CAD$500,000+ in downtown Vancouver. Furthermore, most women I met moved to Pattaya from other parts of Thailand for a better life - these women make more in a month being SPs than they would make in a year working a regular job.

I have always paid the going rate plus a VERY generous tip. Like you Tant, I have treated the ladies with utmost respect and been a complete gentlemen at all times. While I agree it is not philanthropy I take pride in being a responsible pooner!

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 19: INTERLUDE— unexpected drama with Grace @ Midnight Rock

MSOG with Reggilyn left me in a buoyant mood, ready for almost anything. But never anticipated so much drama.

Around 8pm I attend Dave's popular rock-and-roll show. A truly amazing 2-hr spectacle. In his 50s Dave is still a consummate showman and phenomenal piano player who croaks out Elvis tunes as if there's no tomorrow. His bar is packed. It's the only time I see an Angeles bar where customers outnumber girls.

Grace joins me at my table, as if she took my desire for her company for granted. I don't like this, but over the next few hrs I buy her about P500 worth of lady drinks.

She's strangely unresponsive to anything sexual. The other customers are rubbing their girls' tits and kitties all over the place, but Grace puts my hand away repeatedly from her private parts. I wonder why—perhaps Grace wants to ration access to her body, now that she feels I'm a little infatuated with her?

I sense the makings of dreaded emotional entanglement and feel slightly worried, Grace might get clingy. But the potential problem elegantly resolves itself.

Grace apparently expects, I'll barfine her for a second night in a row. But I still feel sated by Reggilyn's mind-blowing service, and compared to her Grace seems like a cold fish.

So when the moment of decision comes, I say, "Need a good night's rest, Grace. Bought you all these lady drinks... Hope you don't mind I don't go with you tonight."

She seems upset and almost in tears, but leaves. Moments later, mamasan corners me and says, "What, aren't you going to barfine Grace?" I also notice Dave, who's now having a beer, looking over to me with what seems a rather angry expression.

But I stick to my guns. "I may barfine Grace again some other time," I say. "But tonight I need to get some sleep."

True to my word, I bail and sleep by myself. Shortly after midnight, I get a desperate call from Grace. Apparently, she had an argument with Dave.

She says, Dave believes she's trying to "sneak out": visit me at my hotel without paying his cut. So he withheld her share of the lady drinks I bought. Grace is now standing outside the bar, doesn't know what to do and wants to come over.

Wow, I'm thinking, don't really want her to come over. She's not exactly in a sexy mood. And this would only confirm Dave's suspicion that we're cheating him out of well-deserved income, after putting on such a high-calibre rock show.

"Sorry to hear, Grace," I say on the phone. "But I'm dead-tired. Just want to sleep. Don't come over. Please go home."

She sulks and argues, so I just hang up. Feel a wave of guilt come on, but then remind myself: No entanglements with bar girls! And no more pity fucks, ever!

It occurs to me that she might want to knock on the door of my room uninvited—but I'm sure, the security guard at the front door would stop her.
---

Grace immediately bombards me with more phone calls and texts. I pick up one of her calls to reason with her, but hang up when she accuses me of "getting me fired." It's clear she wants to squeeze money out of me.

The following night I walk past Midnight Rock again, and there's Dave sitting on the porch. He's back to being his usual jovial self.

"Oh Grace?" he chuckles when I ask about what happened. "She was really drunk last night. Didn't know what she was saying."

I stress to him that we didn't do a "sneak-out" last night. "I'd never try to rip you off, Dave," I say, looking him straight in the eye. "Fair is fair. You deserve your share. I've now barfined 4 of your girls." Dave says he believes me.

Two days later, Grace unexpectedly crosses my path at roughly the spot where Fields merges into Perimeter. May be mere coincidence, but I suspect stalking. She launches into a whiny appeal for money, but I cut her off.

"Look, Grace," I say harshly. "I'm on vacation. I don't want any drama or conflict."

She still hits on me for money, but I'm surprised for how little she asks. "Can you give me P100 for a trike?" I hand it to her with a grim face and walk off.

It's not quite the end of my saga with Grace. I get a few more nasty, almost Psycho-style texts. Sad that something so sweet in the beginning ended so bitter.

But isn't this a common story with male-female relationships?

 

[tantalizeme]

Response to some comments

Right on Tant, love reading your adventure, I too used to enjoy writing it all out to relive it again...
High volume pooners like us need to find the acceptable rates that work for us, I've already fucked away one house I'm not loosing another one. You are inspiring me to think about overseas pooning, I think it would be a perfect fit for a whoremnger like myself, look forward to reading more!

First, apologies to brothers whose PM I haven't answered: you'll hear back from me in due time.

One suggestion that came up is whether a few of us could get together and perhaps travel to the Phils as a group. Damn right, the Philippines can be overwhelming for first-time visitors.

But teaming up with like-minded others, for all its benefits, raises tricky issues of getting along and agreeing on priorities.

While I'm not myself in the tour-guide business, I can say, the guide I had for 10 days was terrific. I'd be happy to put anyone interested in touch with him. In fact, I liked him so much I'd love to repeat a tour with him. If 2 or 3 guys hire him together, there's apparently a discount.
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But there's one exception I'd make to my "I'm-not-in-the-tour-guide-business" response: esteemed brother Hatrick.

He's one of the all-time greats of our hobby. If Hatrick seriously wants to go pooning with me in the Philippines, I'd feel honored to travel with him and show him what I know.

 

[northvan10]

Hi again, Tant.

Looks like we're down to your final week's worth of reports - can't wait!!!

No rush, but when you get a chance I've got a couple of questions:

- How has this experience changed your pooning habits now that you're back home? Will your spending here decrease now that you've seen how far your dollars will go overseas?

- What did you tell your family and friends you were going to do on your month in the Philippines? My guess is that most of us keep this part of our lives hidden from most, if not all, of our family and friends. I doubt any of those of mine would understand if (when) I go on this type of vacation.

Thanks in advance, and looking forward to your upcoming installments.