Memories of a sex vacation: please read this report only if interested

[tantalizeme]

Poon 24: Apple @ Woosung St. Footmassage, 8 pm

With the end of my vacation approaching I seem more motivated to poon twice a day. Today I'd prefer a massage prior to my 2nd shot.

Lots of red-blue neon signs along Woosung St advertise low-cost "footmassage"—but obviously they make their money from something else. Earlier I chatted with an enticing masseuse who was hawking her services outside 91 Woosung.

But no one's there now—I guess she got busy. But I notice another tallish charmer a few doors away. Her name is WeiWei. She doesn't do massage herself, she says, but with the promise of "very beautiful girls" she lures me upstairs.

The first girl I see is young-looking, but very short, unsexily attired and vapidly mousy-faced. I say "Sorry" and turn to leave.

WeiWei says "Wait!" and opens the door to a room where several men sit gambling. A woman named "Apple" emerges—she's older but reasonably pretty in a way that strikes me as nastily sensuous. "Okay," I say.

We go to the room in the far back; a promising sign. Apple gives me a pair of disposable blue massage pants to wear and starts kneading my back. She speaks no English, but compliments me on my Mandarin.

Originally from ShenZen, she has lived in HK for 5 yrs. I advise her to learn English. She says she tried—but she quickly forgets whatever she learns.

Soon she attempts an upsell to extended time, but I stick with 45 min for HK$118. She bends down and suggestively whispers into my ear, asking if I've a wife. When I say no, she shares that she's single too. Then, sitting on my bum, she pours oil on my back and warms me up with strong, sweeping strokes.

After about 25 min of massage I sense she's starting to despair about getting more than $118 out of me. Feeling the moment is right, I turn around facing her. "I give you 100 dollars for da feiji and 200 for zuo ai," I say.

She says they don't do FS here. Fine—it's not as if I'm pussy-starved.

"Okay," I say, "250 for da feji if you take your clothes off."

Apple counters with $300, and I agree; why haggle over a difference of Can$7 and possibly piss her off? Apple goes to work on Junior. The pleasant pressure with which she clasps Junior while avoiding wild jerking shows considerable experience—it usually pays to pick more mature ladies for R&T.

I rub her muffpie through her stretch pants and loosen the bra, to squeeze those firm B-cups with wicked nipples.

She has drenched Junior in oil and is picking up speed trying to make him fully rigid. "I'll help you," I say, grabbing the rascal with my right. "But pull down your pants. Show me your pussy."

Apple obliges, and immediately Junior is at full mast. There's something sleazily erotic about a semi-clothed masseuse in a dimly-lit massage joint hesitantly revealing her tits and the typical hairy snatch of Asian housewives.

She allows me to touch her kitty only on the outside; she says no fingers inside. Initially I say okay. She resumes the tug with vigor, probably expecting to make me come soon.

She doesn't know I've driven quite a few R&T ladies to despair holding out. After a while I give them a choice: either let me finger that kitty so I can get excited enough to come—or otherwise go ahead tugging for a long, long time.

Apple predictably chooses the first. She won't let me put oil on my fingers, but her cave entrance opens up nicely even without lube; I guess, lots of traffic in and out of there over the years.

Junior leaks a bit of precum which she triumphantly mistakes for the main event—but I firmly set her straight.

"Come soon," she pleads.

Her experience again shows when she picks up on feedback I give her about the desired tugging speed by using as a signal the rhythm of my fingers pressing against her G-spot. She doesn't complain but seems to be enjoying it.

I'm definitely enjoying myself: a woman's hand is firmer than any pussy. Just before my crescendo we increase our synchronized movement to frantic rapidity. With happy convulsions, I blast my 2nd load of the day in the direction of the ceiling.
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She cleans up the mess I've made. Then I hold up my end of the deal: I give her 3 crisp reds (HK$100 bills are red). I take the rest of my cash along to the shower, just as a precaution. I savor the strong hot stream of water as I wash off the oil.

When I turn off the shower I'm surprised to be handed a fresh towel, not by Apple but by WeiWei. She inquires politely how the massage went.

"Fine," I say, "but I only picked this place because you're so beautiful."

These words have surprising impact, making WeiWei willing to chat. I learn she's from Hulan, Mao's birthplace in Hunan province. She asks if I work in HK and warmly invites me back.

Expense for 45 min R&T: HK$300 = Can$40 Enjoyment rating: moderate

 

[tantalizeme]

Poon 25: Ann @ "luscious" Thai micro, 11.30 pm

I'm about to pull another triple-header. A pleasant-enough afternooner with a nubile Thai BBW; a wicked early-evening R&T with a seasoned MILF; and now, to cap off the night, a romp with a sturdy Thai peasant-girl....heck, life can't get any better!

After the R&T with Apple tonight I went back to my hotel for a snooze and woke up horny again at 11 pm. I said to myself, I'm in pooners' paradise—at a negligible cost of $20, why not get laid once more? So here I am, back at my favorite Thai micro.

Of the 4 available girls, only "Ann" is still a big mystery to me. She's in the kitchen, eating a midnight snack. But a stern look from the boss-lady—whom I inform it's Ann I want—gets her up immediately. She thanks me when I count out the HK$120 plus $40 extra.

Ann has very much a country-girl look: broad unsophisticated but wholesome features with trusting eyes; a robust build capable of taking a pounding; and the guaranteed erotic appeal of a nightgown-clad woman that radiates youth and reveals abundant flesh.

Midnight appears to be a busy time for this micro. Both "activity" rooms are occupied, so the boss-lady asks Ann and me to use the girls' socializing room, displacing the 3 others to the kitchen. The room has a big bed but is cluttered with miscellaneous belongings.

The wall facing toward the kitchen reaches only part way up to the ceiling. We hear the girls chatting up a storm in Thai—and they can hear whatever sounds we make. On a chest of drawers stands a rather distracting closed-circuit TV showing the outside of the apartment entrance. There's no air conditioning, only a noisy fan blasting away.

The clothes hooks are all taken up by girls' clothing, so I pile my stuff on the floor. Ann comes in with a plastic washbasin, looking doable enough—though makeup would enhance her somewhat coarse features.

The first thing she does is sneeze half a dozen times, though she denies having a cold. I turn off the fan and offer her some of my tissue paper, which she accepts.

The water she brought turns out to be cold—I guess, 6 girls showering can easily deplete the hot-water tank. I complain in a light-hearted tone, but Ann doesn't talk and keeps washing Junior with a deadpan expression. I just hope the good old boy won't go into a deep freeze.

Luckily, strolling alone Temple market on the way here, I saw a stall selling lingerie and bought fishnet pantyhose for HK$20. Ann wordlessly puts it on for me, though it takes her a while. Her furry clam looks twice as nasty behind that fishnet, which is good—I need all the visual stimulation I can get tonight.

We briefly lie side by side, but Ann is not a big cuddler, and her sporadic touching of Junior is bound to remain futile. So I tear open the pantyhose at the crotch, drip lube on her kitty and hand her the vibrator. She uses it as instructed but gives no sign of arousal.

Trying to utilize my erection while it lasts, I hastily roll on a condom, but catch the wrong side so it won't unfurl. After fiddling with the condom I finally discard it. Of course, by the time I ready another condom, I've experienced a partial melt-down. I tell Ann I'm tired and might have trouble "doing anything."

"You do how often today?" she asks sharply, to my surprise.

"Oh, just once," I lie. "With your friend Nan in the afternoon." I certainly don't want to give her an excuse for failing to get me off and avoiding guilt by telling herself it's my own fault.

Assisted by Ann's spread-eagled legs and plentiful lube, I manage to drive Junior home, despite a rather sloppy erection. The old rascal hardens nicely, though, once he feels that sweetly-familiar velvety squeeze.

First I pound Ann in mish for a while. But sweating profusely, I turn the fan back on. Even though Ann lies motionless with closed eyes, I still find the sensations of pumping sweet-girl pussy rather gratifying.

On the verge of popping, I ask Ann to go on top. I'm pleased she's willing. But when she just lazily plops herself down and barely moves, I lift her into the squatting position. Again she barely moves. She's probably used to short-amplitude strokes with most customers—but Junior needs far livelier ups and downs to stay interested. Talk about flunking Tantalizeme's ACG test!

With my hands under her thighs I try to push her higher, but she's dead weight. She again sneezes repeatedly.

Okay, on to an almost fail-safe position: doggie. I briefly admire a big tattoo across her back just where her bum begins. Then, with a confident push, I try to plow in.

"Not there!" she squeals. Turns out, I aimed too high and almost forced myself into the wrong orifice.

I say sorry. Navigating lower I look forward to a few blissful minutes in doggie. But suddenly the CCTV shows another customer standing outside the front door and, almost simultaneously, someone knocks at our door and shouts something in Thai.

"Time up," Ann curtly informs me. "You hurry, come quickly."

My intuition tells we still have time left. But then, 20 min can go by awfully fast, especially if I consider the time she took putting on the fishnet.

But the thought "I've to cum quickly now" impacts my arousal like a death sentence. Junior protests Ann's rushing by rapidly going soft. I try to fan the flames of passion by lowering into lazy doggie for some wildman-style jackhammering. This has worked in high-pressure situations before, but this time Junior is too soft already and lets me down by slipping out.

I wank myself frantically and revert back to mish for ease of penetration. "I'm almost coming," I say to defuse Ann's impatience. But achieving orgasm without feeling arousal, while fighting a race against time, can be a challenge even for a seasoned pooner.

So I take a top-secret weapon out of my erotic arsenal: a fantasy so nasty I only use it in desperate situations. Verbalizing this fantasy in a language Ann doesn't understand, I do some of the filthiest talking the world has probably seen.

To her credit, Ann cooperates by spreading herself wide open to allow the easiest access possible. Even though Junior never regains full solidity, I soon feel a release coming on and groan loudly as I ejaculate.
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Ann instantly reaches down to check the condom. It's safely attached to the upper half of my shaft as I pull out. I lie back to rest up while she jumps out of bed, chucks the pantyhose in the garbage, and puts on her nightie.

"Hey," I say, "aren't you going to clean me?"

With a wad of toilet paper she rips the condom off my droopy pole. She has another sneezing fit before leaving the room, apparently realizing that there's no need to stick around for a tip.

While dressing I glance around the room. In addition to girls' clothing, sundry makeup utensils and a cellphone, there're half a dozen books in Thai script. One also carries a boldly printed English title: "SUPER RICH."

On the way out I see Joy, Tin and Nan in various stages of undress, preening themselves. They've all made Junior's intimate acquaintance and send me off with cheery bye-byes.

I walk back to my hotel feeling pleasantly drained. But I'm worried about Ann. Here's a girl, I'm thinking, with little natural talent for this job. She's clearly in desperate need for the other girls to teach her.

Expense: HK$120 + $40 advance tip +$20 for the fishnet = Can$24 Enjoyment rating: moderate

 

[tantalizeme]

Thanks for your input

By better service, were you meaning the lack of full GFE in many encounters? I think that the OP is pretty happy with the beauty level of who he chose to see, but you never know who they might have 'held back' from meeting him thinking as a non-asian his standards of youth and beauty would be less defined than an asian client.

Also, perhaps tant you can confirm the time/rate, because it isn't usually clear that the lower rate = 20 minutes, or what kind of time is worth the higher rate, or are they all 20 minute sessions?, etc. It may give folks a better idea of how things work.

At the end it actually would be interesting if you quantify it all. Cost of flight, accomodation, food, transport, experiences, divide by the total # of actual hours (so in some cases, that means combining the rates of 3 different encounters). If someone doing a sex vacay journal does not break it down, it isn't actually correct to compare one country/city to another lol.


Also, I would be quite interested in what percentage of the sps were ever allowed to leave the facility, vs those who were not. How much out of the total amounts you paid for all encounters, went to the sp herself not including tips. In some cases, your tips actually doubled her take home, but let's face it Hong Kong is an extremely expensive city to be in.

Hey Pillowtalk,

Interesting points and questions. It’s always helpful to have the perspective of a smart woman.

1. STANDARDS OF BEAUTY: I wouldn't say my standards are “less defined” than those of Asian men—but aesthetic perceptions are highly variable with culture and other factors. It’s well known, for example, that African men typically find chunkier females far more desirable than would most Western men. An Asian friend told me that he thinks Western men date Asian girls whom Asian men would typically regard as being on the ugly side! In my own case, I'm aware that my preference runs to big and smart Asian girls that would probably be found too hefty and intimidating by the average Asian male.

2. LACK OF GFE: You seem to echo badbadboy's impression that there was a “lack of full GFE” in many of my HK encounters. It’s true, Asian SPs rarely like wet kissing with clients; that’s a cultural thing. But most make up for it by readily offering BBBJs or even rimming—much more readily than most Western SPs, or even Western GFs and spouses.

Personally, I aimed to play (relatively) safe and didn't feel deprived of "GFE" (however this is defined)—except that I didn't get to do Greek. Apparently very few Asian clients request Greek and therefore most Asian SPs aren't prepared for it. They're obviously worried about size. And the short time frame of most sessions—and limited trust levels between an Asian and a "foreigner"—weren't really conducive to making Greek happen.

3. TIME/RATE: That's a tricky point. I was tripped up myself when I saw one posted brothel rate of HK$220 (with no time specified). As it turned out, this rate was for 15 min, and of course I ran over time and paid a multiple of this. At most Mongkok brothels, however, the standard rate of around $380 seems to be good for 45 min to 1 hr with a mainland Chinese girl. Famous K-pressure & Dundas 37, however, cost HK$500 & 510 respectively for 1 hr because you have to pay separately for the girl and for the room. The saunas also post lots of low but misleading rates, and 90 min massage + FS will easily cost HK$600-800. The sleazy "Footmassage" joints quote 50 min rates around HK$120 for body massage, but any "extras" are totally a matter of individual bargaining.

At the 5 Thai micros the standard rate of HK$120 (Can$16) is for 20 min—although, when they’re not busy, most let me linger for 10 min more. But for most guys who want a no-frills focus on penetrative fun—including myself sometimes—about 20 min seems quite adequate.

4. QUANTIFYING THE TOTAL COST: My hotel came to HK$360/day (Can$48). Food and transportation in HK were actually cheaper for me than they would have been in Vancouver. Clearly, if one goes overseas just to poon, it's usually not very cost-effective once one adds up all the expenses—unless one stays for quite a while in a country where pooning is really cheap. In my case, I'd go on an overseas vacation anyway, and I had many other mind-expanding experiences which alone would have justified this trip. Pooning was just the cherry on the cake.

5. ABOUT THE GIRL'S WORKING CONDITIONS: The only SPs who told me they hadn't left the micro since arriving in HK were some of the Thai SPs. Other Thai SPs said during non-busy times they go out to eat at one of several cheap Thai restaurants just around the corner. How much of the standard charge went to the girls varied from HK$20/120 (with food provided) to $60/120 (but they have to buy their own food). Accommodation is always provided in their workspace. These girls seem to consider themselves lucky to have made it to HK—many of those stuck in Thailand are apparently worse off under current economic conditions.

Thank you, Pillowtalk, for these questions. I share your interest in serious research into these matters.

 

[Pillowtalk]

thx for the reply. It is normal I think for the out of town sps no matter what country to live/work in the same place. The question then becomes are they unable or unwilling to leave. In some cases, staying under the radar is necessary, because they would not be visiting on a work visa, so may not want to be outdoors and run into a case of having to explain themselves, where they are staying, what they are doing, especially with a language barrier.

1. that was kind of my point, as in perhaps there were asian-preferred types of sps who were not presented to you, which you wouldn't have minded anyway since that is not your personal preference. (or might be, but you are happy to see the taller, older sp anyway)

4. True re: cost, but many don't include cost of the actual flight, which should be included. It isn't something one can eliminate from the final total after all. Thankfully trips to HK can be done at a reasonable cost. Was the 50/night hotel outside of Wan Chai ?! lol, but not a bad rate compared to what it could have been. Its pretty easy to get a Chinese style business hotel in mainland China at half that rate, which might be why some wondered why you didn't go to the mainland. But, mainland China also requires a visa, which costs extra (cannot remember right now if it is an extra 75 or 150 for a one time entry).

re: 20 minutes is a popular option here now as well, but it isn't really great if you need a lot of stimulation, position switching, bj plus fs, etc etc or are looking for her to do more, even if it is as little as putting on pantyhose. Perhaps, considering the lower rate, double the time/rate might have been a better option rather than squeezing into 20? Especially if, as Ann there well knew, you were not on your first of the day lol.

re: GFE, mostly I would define that (as do many) as must include kissing and daty. Other than that covered or uncovered bj is a bj. Greek is never part of GFE and not sure why or how that misconception has come about.

 

[badbadboy]

Hey brothers gonzo, wilde & badbadboy,

Thank you for the comments—and for not ridiculing my somewhat quixotic project to chronicle a sex vacation. The human drama of an erotic encounter between strangers is really indescribable in many of its subtleties.

My motivation behind this project—apart from sheer joy of reminiscing—is to suggest that sex vacations deserve a much better reputation than they currently have in our society. Like sex work in general, sex tourism can be "win-win" (for both pooners and providers). And just as mainstream society shouldn't judge all homosexuals by a few pedophiles, so I think society shouldn't judge all sex tourists by relatively few predators.

Regarding a question raised by both wilde and badbadboy—did I see any upscale SPs on this vacation, and if not, didn't I miss out on quality?

The answer is, I didn't find it necessary for my enjoyment to spend more than about Can$80 max on a tryst. Call me cheap, but I hate to see my bank balance dip into the red on account of this hobby. I'm also a down-to-earth guy who likes to stay in budget hotels and mix with the locals—I happily leave "high-end" status-motivated pooning to highrollers who can afford it.

As for quality, I know it's hard to accept that—in places like HK, Thailand or the Philippines—many of the SPs you can get for Can$20-50 are superior in terms of L, A & S than most of the SPs you get in Canada for $$ or more (provided you love Asians).

I went with my personal preferences and, due to my Asian fixation, I wasn't motivated to sample the HK$580 Russians available in several brothels. I did intend to splurge HK$1000+ on a WanChai Filipina, just for the experience.

But then—as I'll report in the concluding part of this thread—circumstances intervened to prevent me from doing so. It's on my list for next time around.

Thanks for the reply tantalizeme. Like you have mentioned we are both cut from the same cloth but seek our pleasure in different places. I applaud you for posting your Diary of your HK trip on Perb. You do have a knack for hitting the highlights of your trip. I guess my question was more with respect to our level of services similar to our demographic here in Vancouver ie Asian Micro - Asian MP - Spas with different races - agencies - Indy's is the same in HK? I take it you did not even need to explore the higher priced SP's.

My idea of an awesome 'sex' holiday is to go away for two to four days to a resort with a SP. Eat well, sleep well, get massages, spend some fun time outside of the hotel and of course have sex many times.

It may be with the same person but over time it only gets better IMHO. Totally memorable for me and I assume this trip of yours to HK will be fondly remembered for your life too.

:thumb:

 

[tantalizeme]

II. Hongkong frolics 2011: a sampling of reviews, POONS 26-30

WHEN A GOOD THING ENDS...

The last 3 days of my vacation pooning binge—the last batch of reviews.

I notice I'm running low on condoms, and I'm almost out of lube (but that's easy to buy). On the bright side, I've only used up about half my pooning budget, thanks to staying put in HK and lucking out on low-cost romps.

All sorts of recreational pursuits can add spice and joy to life. But for me, nothing could be better—more relaxing and revitalizing—than this kind of sex vacation. Sharing erotic play with a variety of willing adult partners creates by far the most enjoyable state of consciousness I'm capable of.

I'm writing reviews of my HK romps—what for? Most would probably regard this as a foolish waste of time. I see it as an enjoyable incentive for expression and reflection.

SP reviews are really a legitimate form of erotic non-fiction that helps me achieve a kind of catharsis: by stating thoughts that society tells me to repress, I experience a strangely pleasurable sort of psychological relief.


Poon 26: XiaoXiao @ a Mongkok brothel, 355 Reclamation just N of Soy, 3.30 pm

With my libido recharged, I'm in a mood to sample a brothel around the Soy & Reclamation hotspot. I can't read the Chinese characters on the pink neon signs, so I randomly pick a brothel whose sign contains the number "360." Seems like a fair price.

Upstairs at the reception is a young Triad-type guy. I address him in Mandarin, "You got pretty girls giving massage?" Almost deferentially, he says yes and leads me to the usual small room with a vinyl-covered bed, a shower and a TV showing porn.

It's hot in there, and I get the AC working. Then there's a knock, and outside the door stands the guy with a girl whose facial features suggest she's from a non-Han minority. She's perhaps late 20s, smiley and shapely, not a ravishing beauty but certainly within acceptable parameters.

"She okay?" the guy asks.

Before saying yes, I give her a brief job interview. It's a significant investment, after all—not in terms of money, but in terms of my limited capacity for orgasm. In the final days of this vacation, I want to deposit my few precious loads as enjoyably as possible.

I ask her name, where in China she's from, and if she speaks any English.

Her name is "XiaoXiao," she's from Guizhou (China's poorest province populated by 15 ethnic minorites)—and of course she knows no English. I'm more interested in her demeanor than her answers. Experience tells me she might be the total-pleaser type.

So I hand the guy HK$360 for 50 min with XiaoXiao. The way she chats with me in Mandarin is respectful, patient and charming. I feel mildly fond of her almost from the get-go in the shower.

After the usual wash, she does a soapy vertical body slide and then kneels down. Decision time: am I willing to take a modest health risk for the pleasure of those sweet young lips wrapping themselves around my meat pole?

I just go with the flow. Her BBBJ gets a rapid rise out of Junior. I get the usual comments about size, which really hint at underlying worries.

On the bed she commences a touchingly servile ChangPing-style routine. I let her follow it, not only because it feels good, but because a girl like XiaoXiao probably derives a sense of confidence and accomplishment from carrying through her routine.

I get a tongue bath covering most of the frontal part my body, then BLS, then rimming, then another BBBJ. I intermittently toy with her trimmed clam or enhanced boobs, whenever either or both are within reach.

Our rapport is so good I feel moved to DATY. I can even taste her pussy juice. After DATY I hand her the vibrator.

"First time I use this," XiaoXiao says shyly, but then likes the buzz she gets from it.

Junior is ready to explore that cute little passion slit from the inside. Nice and tight—would have been hopeless without lube. I get so close to orgasm in mish I actually ejaculate a little. So I change condoms before asking XiaoXiao to go on top.

She goes straight to ACG—I just lean back and let my piston be massaged by her snug cylinder. The whole time she keeps that smile on her face. I repeatedly kiss her on softly parted lips, without forcing my tongue into her mouth.

While pummeling her in doggie, I squirt lube on her starfish and ease a finger part way in. She doesn't object. I feel aroused enough to do a minute of reverse piledriver as well and alternate between thrusting my cock down her pussy and sliding my finger into her butt.

When I initiate dirty talking in Mandarin, she's happy to play along. During the final stretch of mish, I ask her to open her eyes and look at me. She obliges with a warm, wickedly sensuous smile. Bathed in healthy sweat, I detonate my explosives.
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Since we spent lots of time on foreplay I sense my 50 min are probably up. But there's no rushing. We take another leisurely shower together. I ask if her pussy hurts, and she sweetly says, "Just a little."

I learn XiaoXiao has worked at this place for 6 months and collects $240 out of the $360 a customer pays. Some customers are nice, she says, but some are not. Western men, she says, "very rarely" come here. I wonder why not—is it because these girls can't speak English or do they think they get more elsewhere if they pay more?

When I ask if she's happy doing this work in HK, XiaoXiao hesitantly admits no—but there're no jobs back home in Guizhou. I compliment her on how well she treated me and give her a HK$100 tip.

I ask if I can snap a photo of her in her underwear, to remember her by back in Canada. She hesitates, then agrees. We hug goodbye, and she stays behind to clean the room.

I tell the reception guy that XiaoXiao's service was excellent. A relieved smile appears on his face, and he gives me a business card, all in Chinese characters except for the phone number.

XiaoXiao: a humble, attentive, warm-hearted girl from China's back country who, by making me feel comfortable and accepted, whipped my sensuality into high gear and made an hour of my life more worth living.

Expense: HK$360 for 50 min + $100 tip = Can$61 Enjoyment rating: High to extreme

 

[tantalizeme]

Poon 27: Repeat with KK @ Footmassage place on Temple & Nanking, 9.30 pm

I'm out for a stroll in Hooker Central, wondering where best to invest my 2nd load of the day.

When I bump into KK again at Temple & Nanking, she wraps her arm around me with a beguiling smile. A mix of Chinese and Thai, she must have been a beauty once, though she's attractive to me even now in her slutty-MILF sort of way.

Still, I'd have ruthlessly extricated myself from her hug and moved on...but just yesterday I observed KK smoking while hustling in her regular spot. I'm an anti-smoking crusader, but one fetish that gets me insanely hot is watching a lady's nonchalant smoking while I pound her orifice(s).

KK assures me she's allowed to smoke upstairs. Can't go wrong, I tell myself, going for a 50 min massage and FS combo, expertly delivered by a nicotine junkie for HK$350.

KK seems thrilled by my decision to repeat with her. During half an hour of fine massage, attention gets lavished on nooks and crannies of my anatomy that "legitimate" masseuses studiously avoid. Even after the flip KK strokes and kneads my inner thighs and the skin around Junior in a way that makes him hungry for touch.

She strips readily so I can play with her boobs and kitty. Once she begins the tug, my soldier soon stands to attention.

Without warning, KK switches from using her hand to using her mouth. My 2nd BBBJ today...feels good, can't bring myself to stop her. I'll soak my little rascal in Polysporin overnight and just hope for the best.

"Let's fuck," she says, moments before I was going to suggest the same thing. I ask her to smoke a cigarette. She lights up with practiced moves and kneels on the table for doggie. I stuff my rod into her from behind, toying with the idea of offering her HK$500 to include Greek.

We turn to mish, and KK greedily puffs away. "Oh thank you," she says.

She tells me she loves to fuck and smoke at the same time, but rarely has the opportunity. She has been a smoker for over 20 years—but evades my question when she started having sex for money.

My arousal is at white heat. No postpubertal cheerleader could make me more lustful than this slightly washed-up, cigarette-smoking slut.

When her cigarette is finished, we do more doggie, then lazy doggie and finally ACG. She shows clear signs of wanting it hard, so I bang her like crazy. We're beautifully in tune with each other, two sex-loving individuals sharing adult fun. I totally forget to ask about Greek.

In ACG I ensure the optimal speed and height of her strokes with my hands under her thighs, and before long she wrings the man juice right out of me.
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"That was great," I say. "I'm happy now."

"You happy, I happy, everyone happy," KK laughs and adds, pointing to her pussy, "My baby happy too!"

I mention my experience with a young girl last night. "That wasn't so great," I say.

"Young girls," KK replies earnestly, "they don't feel the sex."

I give KK the agreed-upon HK$350, plus an extra $20 for catering to my smoking fetish.

Before returning to my hotel I stop by the Temple Market lingerie stall and buy 5 more pairs of fishnet pantyhose for a total of HK$100. An incredible deal for something that's guaranteed to heighten the kick I get out of sex.

Expense: HK$370 = Can$50 Enjoyment rating: high to extreme

 

[tantalizeme]

Poon 28: Repeat with Tin @ "Luscious" Thai micro, 2.30

That's the encounter I chose as an example of my approach to reviewing, at the beginning of this thread.

I chose it, in part, because of all the ladies that spiced up my vacation, Tin has lingered in my memory most vividly—not only as personifying an ideal of female beauty for me, but also for revealing herself as a vulnerable human being yearning to be "rescued" from the squalor of bargain-basement prostitution.

Almost every reasonably pretty and sexually available woman fascinates me for about an hour, but very few much longer than that. Tin was clearly an exception.

If I had stayed on in HK, I know I'd have been drawn to seeking her out again and again—and probably gone into the trap of developing romantic feelings. Along that path, of course, lies nothing but bittersweet pain for a pooner.

 

[tantalizeme]

Poon 29: Asi @ a Mongkok brothel, NE corner of Soy & Reclamation, 1.30 pm

I've only had quality experiences at HK brothels so far...so positive reinforcement kicks in: I feel my cash is probably best spent there.

On reconnaissance strolls I noticed the pink-sign place on the NE corner of Soy & Reclamation. It's one of several with a feltpen-written poster by the entrance that lists prices for girls from different origins: "Russians 560, Chinese/Hongkong 280, Malay/Thai 220. Previews welcome."

That's the place I pick this afternoon. Upstairs at the reception are 2 adolescent guys. Recent high school grads, perhaps, whose first real job is as brothel managers for the Triad gangsters?

I ask to "preview" Malay or Thai girls—not because they command the lowest price, but because, in my experience, they tend to be both prettier and friendlier than others. I also have the presence of mind to clarify how much time my HK$220 buy. I think I hear the guy say, "50 minutes."

One of the highschool grads takes me to a rather classy room, by Mongkok brothel standards. It's larger than others I've seen, more cheerily decorated, and of course includes the 3 essentials: AC, shower and porn on TV. Clean-appearing linen is used to cover the bed's vinyl surface.

On thing I learnt is that appearances may be deceiving—so I spread out my silk blanket anyway. I'm left to wait only a few min. The guy brings me 2 Thai girls, both pretty, though one is unmistakably younger.

The choice is easy. The older girl has big lively eyes (she wears blue contacts) and a colorful outfit including stockings. The younger girl has rather sleepy eyes and a rather drab, stockingless outfit. Of course I go for the older, more interesting-looking girl. Her name is Asi.

I ask the guy if he wants cash now or after, and he answers casually, as if money weren't important: "After is fine."

Asi is a breezy extrovert who's enjoyably chatty. She speaks fluent English as well as Chinese, on top of Thai. She says she studied "finance and banking" at university.

Stripping without further ado, Asi reveals a body whose dimensions are optimized for this job: sturdy but trim, with soft sizable boobs and a delightful bubble butt. I hope she didn't inject silicone there.

We step into the shower. But the water runs coolish even after several min. I guess I'm the first client of the day, and the highschool grads forgot to switch on the electricity in the hot-water tank.

Asi apologizes profusely, but I try to impress her as Mr. Tough who likes cold showers. I get my rinse, though we don't tally for play.

On the bed, however, Asi's erotic skills shine immediately. She's a veritable dynamo of sensuality. Starting with BLS, she dives between my handsome butt cheeks for extended rimming. Her BBB is perfectly calibrated, sucking my glans with caressing slurps while hand-milking my lower shaft.

The blood gets drawn speedily into Junior. I almost feel like spunking right into her mouth. But once I reach full tumescence she continues sucking only for about a minute, then lies down flat to let me take over.

I lower my face toward that plump shaved kitty for DATY. Just short of the target, I find access blocked by Asi's hand. She says sweetly, "Better not today—little problem. Next time you can." I don't ask about the nature of the problem; perhaps she's at the tail end of her period?

She has no qualms about letting me kiss her on the lips, though without tongue action. I give her the vibrator, which she cheerily presses lengthwise into her crack—most girls use just the vibrating tip.

I get Junior safely wrapped while savoring the anticipation. Her passion tunnel is definitely on the tighter side, even for a Thai girl; later I learn she's over 30 but has never had kids.

I'm lustfully impaling her in mish when there's a knock on the door. It's the highschool grad from the reception. "Your time is up," he says when, highly annoyed, I open the door just a crack.

"What?" I say. "50 minutes can't be over yet."

"It's 15 minutes," he says.

Ah! So I've been tricked. They post ridiculously low rates to lure you in; pronounce "15" min to make it sound like "50"; then force you to buy an extension.

But when you're standing there with a condom-wrapped hard-on, it's awkward to protest—especially when there's a spread-eagled hottie waiting behind you on the bed.

"Okay, okay," I say. "Give me another 15 minutes and just charge me double."

The guy instantly agrees. I go back to ravage Asi. There's a mirror on the side of the bed which affords tantalizing reflections.

We move from position to position: mish, CG & ACG, then doggie. I slap her well-padded bum, lightly at first, then harder. She just giggles seductively. I can't help noticing the red but harmless-looking pimple gracing one of her buttocks.

We've been talking dirty quite explicitly. So I'm comfortable asking her if she's into "ass fucking."

"I don't think so," she says softly, sounding scared. But she's quick to oblige when I ask her to stick a finger up her butt.

Just then her phone rings. She gets up to answer briefly in Thai, then apologizes. "My agency," she says.

My arousal is unimpaired by this 2nd interruption because she's such a nimble, consummate, wickedly communicative lay.

We resume in an impromptu kind of side position, our legs interdigitated, her finger back in her bum while I drill her. It's intriguing, to watch a red-painted fingernail disappear up her pooper.

While pumping away I ask how long she has been "fucking for money."

"About 15 years," she answers spontaneously, as if this were the politest of everyday questions.

We do more variations of mish and doggie before I let myself explode during a fierce stretch of lazy doggie.
---

I delay pulling out, to soak up the bliss of being joined with her a minute longer. Sure enough, the condom slips off and dangles out of her kitty. Luckily, no sperm escapes inside her, and Asi doesn't make a fuss.

She goes to wash, puts her panties on, then returns happily for a chat and cuddle. I totally forget the clock is ticking at $220 every 15 min.

"How often do you go to a place like here?" she asks.

"In Hongkong? Pretty much every day, sometimes twice."

She seems impressed. "You mean you fuck every day??"

"Why not?" I say. "You fuck every day too."

"But it's my job," she says. I learn that she started this job to put her younger brother through university. "My parents don't have money," she says.

I ask if she saves for the future or spends it all. She says she has been saving. She never married or had a boyfriend because, she says, she's concentrating on making money.

"With money, you can have everything," she says. "If I have money, I can buy a house. I can buy a car. I can buy men."

"Men? You think so?" I wonder.

"I can buy the man I want, a younger man, handsome," she says confidently. I don't dispute her point. We flit from topic to topic, talking up quite a storm.

Asi says she has worked in Malaysia, Singapore and Japan, as well as in Thailand and Hongkong. I ask if she's interested in Canada, but she says no, "Canada is too cold."

I ask if she doesn't mind that her bosses here are such young guys, barely out of high school. "Yeah, a little strange," she says.

Then Asi asks if she can have my silk blanket which I use for hygienic purposes. "I like it," she says.

I've a soft spot for women who've just played the game of sweet surrender as well as Asi. So I present the blanket to her as a gift "to remember me by."

I must have spent around 50 min in Asi's bewitching company. When we go out to the reception, there're now 3 young guys standing around, plus a Chinese cutie who says she's from ShenZen.

My total bill comes to HK$620—quite an escalation from the posted $220. I don't ask how they calculated this amount; it's still way less than I'd pay in Canada.

I also hand Asi a $100 tip for sterling service, and she thanks me warmly. A remarkably spunky lady, as well as a superb sex kitten who knows exactly what a man needs from a woman to enjoy himself.

The guys seem pleased by how readily I'm forking out cash. The head honcho gives me a business card and asks me to come back.

Expense for about 50 min: HK$ 620 + $100 tip = Can$96 Enjoyment rating: extreme!

 

[tantalizeme]

Poon 30 (FINAL POON): A-Hua @ a Chinese micro, Temple & Ning Po, 8 pm

My last day in HK... and I'm paying the price for Asi's succulent BBBJ yesterday.

I was planning to splurge on a WanChai bargirl as my goodbye poon, but forget that now: my foreskin is slightly torn, and even jerking off feels painful. I'm still horny, though.

So I go sightseeing once more, pack my suitcase, then head to Temple Market for a simple release sans blowjob. I don't want to do a repeat because I'm hoping the greater excitement of a fresh girl will distract me from the pain of those micro-tears.

First I check out the micro near Temple & Kansu. All 3 Thai girls are free, but the only friendly one is Noy whom I've seen twice already. The other two are much more dainty and don't seem to want my business. Perhaps they're scared of big Western guys, or possibly they've an honor code that a guy "belongs" to the girl he initially picked.

Well, I'm certainly not making the boss-lady force them to do anything. I just leave and go half a block South, to a micro I never noticed before. An ugly, very dragon-like dragon lady—who is chain-smoking, as well coughing and spitting frequently—leads me to an exceptionally cozy room.

"Wait 2 minutes," she says. Turns out, her only girl is still busy with a customer. More than 5 min pass before the skinny Caucasian finally leaves. The reason I wait at all is because the dragon lady assures me her girl is a smoker too, and I'm thinking she might gratify my smoking fetish.

Then I take a look at the girl: broad plebeian face without make-up, disheveled hair, a slightly chubby figure, tired unsmiling eyes.

"Thank you," I say. "A beautiful girl, but I think she needs a rest."

I go S all the way to Ning Po St, to locate a dragon lady I haven't yet patronized. Once I intended to, but she shook her head. I took that to mean all her girls were busy.

This time, when I catch her eye, she nods and takes me inside. On the staircase she hisses, "It's 150 for 20 minutes." That's a surprise. The going rate for Thai micros along Temple is HK$120.

"150 is fine," I say, hoping for an especially hot-looking babe. "How many girls have you got?"

"Just one," the dragon lady says, opening the apartment door. The girl is standing right inside—a young cutie, well-proportioned, though somewhat slitty-eyed. Speaking English I ask her name. The girl just gives me a blank stare.

"Her name Maria," the dragon lady says. "No speak English. She Chinese."

Wow, I'm thinking, a pretty Chinese girl wouldn't normally be available for HK$150, not even in Mainland China. A dozen Chinese SWs downstairs (along Temple, Woosung and Shanghai St.) are asking naive tourists for $500. FS at most "walk-ups" in the area costs even locals at least $350.

But perhaps the idea is that Maria will make up for the low rate through increased volume. I suspect she won't be as sweet as most Thais, but she looks quite lovely, and I'm eager to fire my shot of the day.

I ask Maria in Mandarin if she's going to treat me well. Her face brightens up a bit, and she quickly answers yes. So I fork over HK$150 and add a $40 goodwill tip.

The dragon lady takes me to a relatively nice room. I'm left alone for several min and begin to undress. When Maria comes in, she's already stark naked—I guess she took a quick shower and didn't bother with clothes.

Strangely, though, she doesn't offer me the customary rinse. She didn't even bring the usual plastic washbowl. Not exactly a promising sign.

I ask her Chinese name: "A-Hua." I learn she's 24 and just started working here. Later she tells me she has done this job elsewhere "for a couple of years." I don't catch the name of the town in China where she comes from.

She's clearly averse to talking. Her opening gambit is to place my limp soldier between her thumb and forefinger, shaking him back and forth, the way one might try to shake an apple loose from a branch. At the same time she reaches for a condom.

"Hey," I say, trying to crack a smile, "I guess you don't have much experience with men."

A-Hua gives me another blank stare.

"You need to get a man hard before putting a condom on," I explain in my best Mandarin. "But I see you don't really know how to get a man hard."

Judging from A-Hua's morose face, she's not in a teachable mood. So I ask her to lie on her back and to rub her hairy blossom while I get Junior operational myself.

Though I brought fishnet pantyhose, I'm held back from asking her to wear it, both by considerations of time and by her frosty attitude. But I hand her my trusty vibrator, hoping to thaw her out a bit.

She willingly grabs it. Eyes closed, she soon seems to be blissed out and has forgotten all about me.

When I ease a well-lubed Junior into her honeypot, it's a very pleasant squeeze. Pleasant for me, that is; I'm not sure about her. "Comfortable?" I ask, but she's not willing to speak or move.

Well, I tell myself, for a mere Can$25 I can't expect the kind of sensuous feast I enjoyed yesterday with Asi. In fact, in mish it's sometimes good if the girl is passive so I've total control. I don't like women that buck like an untamed horse.

In spite of A-Hua's dead-fish attitude, I'm as rigid as a lamppost. Before long I ask if she wants to go on top. She says no.

Fine—I understand that a girl like her prefers to conserve energy on a Saturday night, anticipating lots of action later on. Sad, though, that my advance tip seems not to have engaged her motivation—or perhaps it has slipped her mind aready? Who knows what thoughts a girl like A-Hua habors as I'm gleefully pummeling her.

"Turn over," I say. "Let's do it from behind."

She doesn't move. "Ni tai da le" she says (You're too big). My size relative to her kitty doesn't really change whether we do mish or doggie—but hey, no use arguing.

I've already pulled out in anticipation of doggie, and A-Hua puts another dollop of KY between the nicely symmetrical petals of her labia. Relishing her tightness in mish—my only option—I pump as gently as is compatible with staying aroused. I feel stinging sensations because of my cracked foreskin.

But I manage to work up sufficient arousal to have an urge to pop. It's a little premature, but I just surrender to those amazingly sweet spasms in a tight enclosure. This time, however, Junior feels a strangely intense mix of pleasure and pain.
---

A-Hua uses toilet paper to clean me, bits of which stick to my skin. Then she rushes off to the shower, wanting to drag me along. But I tell her, I like to rest up a minute. When I join her, she gives me quite a friendly wash, telling me apologetically that she's not used to cocks like mine.

She stays in the shower while I dress. On the way out I wish her best of luck.

"Come back," she says, surprisingly—but perhaps she automatically says these words to every guy?

"You're a sweet girl," I say. "A pity your pussy doesn't fit my cock. Have a good night."

My final poon on this vacation. I got my release, and some sparks of enjoyment along the way. Now I'll go for body massage at a quality spa nearby, and then I need to get some sleep before tomorrow's flight home.

Expense: HK$150 + $40 advance tip = Can$25 Enjoyment rating: low to moderate

 

[tantalizeme]

III. A few concluding points

1. Certainly, going on a sex vacation can be a growth experience that helps a person reconnect with a sense of adventure and joie de vivre—and perhaps makes him see life's possibilities from a fresh perspective.

As I hoped to illustrate with my report, there need not be anything unethical about a sex vacation. From now on, if someone talks judgmental nonsense about "sex tourism," I can just refer him or her to this PERB thread—or hand them a printout—and ask, "So tell me, what exactly is wrong with what this guy Tantalizeme did?"


2. When you embark on a slightly wacky project like this—chronicling your sex vacation—you're not sure you have the stamina to complete it. For one thing, upon your return you're busy picking up the threads of your life where you left off, so a writing project of this sort feels like a frivolous distraction.

And you expect possibly to be censored, flamed or ridiculed for this type of contribution. But PERB has proved to be a friendly home for my report, and I thank all who commented or read (parts of) it.


3. Some SPs probably regard a thread like this with mixed feelings. Sex vacations give pooners an alternative outlet and thereby may seem to represent competition for local SPs. But I think that's too narrow a perspective.

Sure, going on a sex vacation is a welcome break from the local scene. But by and large, a sex vacation actually tends to fortify a guy's pooning habit, or even recruits him for this hobby in the first place. I caught the pooning bug as a result of travel in China, when I ran into irresistible temptation there.

For most pooners who go on sex vacations, they're at best a once-a-year extravaganza that allows them to enjoy a concentrated dose of sex with dozens of desirable women (something which many of us couldn't easily afford back home). But most of the year they'll have to satisfy their craving for variety locally, where they live and work.


4. A sex vacation—in places like Thailand, the Philippines, or even Hongkong—isn't a whole lot more expensive, and possibly even cheaper, than an overseas vacation that consists of more typical tourist activities.

I encourage everyone so inclined to go on their own sex vacation. My hope is that this report can give you just a little extra push. Let's help those lovely women in poorer countries who're waiting for us!

 

[nickcan]

Very risky receiving BBBJ with partially torn foreskin especially since you visit low budget SP, don't you think?
Aren't you a bit worried of catching something?
Back to Maggie's girls next week?

Enjoyed reading your posts and how do you remember all this info?
Do you type it up as soon as you are done because there is no way I could remember all the details.

 

[TheGentleman]

I would like to thank you for the exceptionally erotic and graphic report of your visit to HK. I read it "cover to cover" and loved reading about each of your adventures. I also very much appreciated your thoughtful perspective on sex vacations and how they are not necessarily predatory or evil. Prof. John Lohman at SFU would probably value your insights into the industry from a client's perspective.

I have not been to Asia in some time, but recalling a little of my visits to HK, I could visualize the districts you visited and so was able to enjoy the experience vicariously (there...I think I have now used all my multisyllabic words).

Welcome back. I look forward to reading about some of your new, local adventures.

 

[tantalizeme]

A few responses to comments

badbadboy: You and I have a lot in common, in spite of our different ideas of an "awesome 'sex' holiday." Spending 2-4 days at a resort, having sex many times with the same SP, sharing dinners, massages, outings—that seems to me to stray dangerously into relationship territory.

Regarding "higher-end" sex in Hongkong: there's tons of it. No doubt, all those stuffed-shirt banking types wouldn't be caught dead with the swamp lilies I like. Just google "Hongkong high-class escorts," and you get a slew of agencies like hongkongescort.com, myhongkongescort.com, escortgirlshongkong.com etc. etc.

Don't get me wrong, I don't blame escorts (or anyone else) for charging what the market will bear—they'd be stupid not to. And if—like you—I had money to burn, I'd no doubt avail myself of high-end options as well, rather than just go slumming in cheap brothels. But having occasionally nibbled on the cheese of "elite courtesans," I wonder: would I really enjoy them more?

Pillowtalk: You always give some of the best comments. I see you're informed about realities of HK SPs. For those who aren't‚ here are 2 articles I found interesting: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prostitution_in_Hong_Kong, http://www.orientexpat.com/hong-kong-articles/prostitution

You're right—the Thai girls I saw, as well as the WanChai Filipinas & girls of many other nationalities (including Mainland Chinese girls)—usually come to HK on tourist visas (or work visas for bogus restaurant jobs), so they live in considerable fear of being deported. But enforcement efforts of immigration laws are absurdly weak; I would imagine the Triad organization has contacts among the politicians and the police.

Airfare to HK costs about the equivalent of 3-6 trysts with Vancouver SPs. I was staying in "Brothel Central" on the Kowloon Peninsula, not in WanChai or anywhere else on HK Island where things tend to be more expensive.

nickcan: I notice you're concerned, and knowledgeable, about health risks. Just to clarify: that last day in HK, due to a torn foreskin, I avoided a BJ of any kind.

Some of the SPs almost struck me as having a death wish, they seemed so oblivious to risks. Much like a smoker trying to quit, I intend to cut down on, and eventually swear off, BBBJs. Trouble is, when you don't let these brothel girls suck you bareback, you really disrupt their shower routine and possibly demoralize them.

About remembering details of a session: no secret here. Usually after a frolic, I go for a snack or a drink. Once comfortably seated, I jot down memories spinning through my head of what just happened. (Every pooner should carry a "pooner notebook," don't you think?)

Gentleman: Always enjoy reading your own clear-headed dispatches from the battlefront. We're definitely members of each other's fan club, and I daresay we've gorged on some of the same...cherries.

Wow, you've read the whole report? I feel honored. Thanks for not interpreting it as an act of boastful self-indulgence. Part of my hope, in writing down these memories, is that they'll be a reminder for me of what's possible and serve as an ongoing encouragement to stay adventurous.

 

[Hoops]

Thanks for your report TM.
I appreciate your efforts.

 

[tantalizeme]

Hongkong’s fabled WanChai lady bars: Why I didn’t bite

Saturday night…and I’m out on a stroll through Hongkong’s best-known sex tourist destination: the WanChai bar scene around Lockhart Road on HK Island.

HK has plenty of dramatic scenery. The WanChai bar street—a non-descript road fringed by sterile highrises—offers nothing by way of scenic splendor. But the lack of outside atmosphere, I suppose, makes people want to go inside the nightclubs, pubs and restaurants.

Even on the street, the number of girls is spectacular. Most seem around 20 and look to me like Filipinas. They hang out in small clusters, often in the company of an older female who does verbal soliciting.

I get accosted a lot, mostly by these older “handlers”; touched on the arm; even hugged by one older lady who finds me irresistible—or perhaps she’s just desperate? They want to lure me into the nightclub they're working for.

Normally, luscious female flesh sends my desire sky-high. But tonight, a funny thing happens. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a situation where male interest in sex was so massively outstripped by female supply. With such an enormous choice, my sexuality becomes a little disoriented.

Most of these vamped-up young Filipinas look stunning at first glance, at least in contrast to Chinese girls—though no more attractive than the HK$120 Thais I’ve been seeing. But they don’t look happy to me. They rarely smile; many chain-smoke; and they’re obviously quite uncomfortable in HK's winter air in their flimsy outfits.

It’s almost as if I can sense despair lurking behind their caked-on makeup. The message I pick up isn’t one of fun and warmth and sweetness, but just a crass, “We want your money.”

Even so I wouldn't mind a quickie—if the cost were below HK$500. But I recall reading reports that WanChai SPs demand HK$1000-2000, with the hourly hotel as an add-on cost. This necessitates serious haggling, and I always find haggling over the price of sex a bit of a mood killer.

Tons of SPs competing for limited male attention...if it’s this unbalanced at midnight on a Saturday, I’m thinking, what about other nights? Sure, I can see hordes of Western guys around, but they seem mostly interested in drinking, eating, watching sports or shooting the breeze with friends.

There're probably many nights when a lot of girls return to their cramped dormitories empty-handed. Even I pass up on them tonight, and I'm normally a pretty motivated pooner.

My impression is, the WanChai bargirls have largely priced themselves out of the informed-pooner market and need to rely largely on ignorant tourists and impulse buyers, like the sailors from the US aircraft carriers that regularly dock in HK. These girls try to recoup their substantial costs—air flight, accommodation, food, outfits, make-up, debt payments to their "sponsors"—from a single customer every few nights.

In an oversaturated market, it's rarely a shrewd business practice to jack up the sales price per unit to make up for lack of volume. But I think that's precisely the desperate move of WanChai bargirls—not a healthy scenario conducive to freewheeling eroticism.

 

[wilde]

Tant, I am glad you did not partake in the wanchai bar scene, they are usually reserved for drunk tourists. Once inside, they will try to scam you with super expensive drinks for you and the ladies. I am however a little surprised you find the girls there attractiveat all, as most of the Filipinas are full-time domestic workers doing this on the side. Most of them are short and stocky but if they float your boat...

 

[lenny]

These are some of the best reviews i've ever read Tant. You must be a writer.
My favorite part is when the lady gave you a full body tongue licking. What
local SP, let alone GF, would be up for that.