I'd been hearing the same thing from various sources—including here on PERB: China is a pooner's paradise. So I leaped at a recent opportunity to go to Beijing on business.
I found myself treated with a surprising level of appreciation, trust, respect and sensuality by some very desirable women there. That's not to deny that it took a bit of maneuvering and risk-taking to avoid being overwhelmed, alienated, disoriented, discouraged and lonely in this monstrously hectic city of 15-20 million—whose outside air quality feels roughly like breathing inside a chimney.
In many hotel rooms one receives late-night phone calls offering "massage" or is solicited with a similar offer outside. There're also "lady bars" full of women who will go back to your hotel with you. I used four venues to connect with women: dance halls; massage parlours; the street around certain hotels; and karaoke bars with female students as hostesses. (This last one required my Chinese friends to do some negotiating for me).
The going rate for full service was around ¥500, less than $70. My dance hall acquaintance never asked for money, but it struck me as decent to leave her about $400 for eight nights of pleasure. Admittedly, massage parlours I picked were a little disappointing: I received only cheerful HJs and CBJs delivered by enthusiastic young women, but no full service (although in some places the women were willing to do duos and things got pretty steamy).
My greatest stroke of luck was a street provider named DongDong whom I ended up seeing five times. I really experienced with her the power of repeating. She personifies, for me, the addictive sensuous appeal of many Chinese women: a delicate kind of beauty and grace coupled with astonishing humility. Once, when she came to my hotel, I handed her ¥800 rather than ¥500 but she adamantly refused the extra ¥300, insisting that her rate was only ¥500. I refused to take the ¥300 back so her solution was to spend the night with me; and what a night!
I sometimes felt a little melancholy that I had no common ground with these lovely creatures, other than the short-lived happiness of an encounter made possible by erotic desire meeting economic need. But, for certain men with a certain kind of taste—aging, budget-conscious Western men with an insatiable taste for a variety of affordable pretty women—China is indeed the motherlode. I'll be back.
PS: Any tips for making my next trip even better will be gratefully received. Or if you plan to visit Beijing and want DongDong's number, PM me.
I found myself treated with a surprising level of appreciation, trust, respect and sensuality by some very desirable women there. That's not to deny that it took a bit of maneuvering and risk-taking to avoid being overwhelmed, alienated, disoriented, discouraged and lonely in this monstrously hectic city of 15-20 million—whose outside air quality feels roughly like breathing inside a chimney.
In many hotel rooms one receives late-night phone calls offering "massage" or is solicited with a similar offer outside. There're also "lady bars" full of women who will go back to your hotel with you. I used four venues to connect with women: dance halls; massage parlours; the street around certain hotels; and karaoke bars with female students as hostesses. (This last one required my Chinese friends to do some negotiating for me).
The going rate for full service was around ¥500, less than $70. My dance hall acquaintance never asked for money, but it struck me as decent to leave her about $400 for eight nights of pleasure. Admittedly, massage parlours I picked were a little disappointing: I received only cheerful HJs and CBJs delivered by enthusiastic young women, but no full service (although in some places the women were willing to do duos and things got pretty steamy).
My greatest stroke of luck was a street provider named DongDong whom I ended up seeing five times. I really experienced with her the power of repeating. She personifies, for me, the addictive sensuous appeal of many Chinese women: a delicate kind of beauty and grace coupled with astonishing humility. Once, when she came to my hotel, I handed her ¥800 rather than ¥500 but she adamantly refused the extra ¥300, insisting that her rate was only ¥500. I refused to take the ¥300 back so her solution was to spend the night with me; and what a night!
I sometimes felt a little melancholy that I had no common ground with these lovely creatures, other than the short-lived happiness of an encounter made possible by erotic desire meeting economic need. But, for certain men with a certain kind of taste—aging, budget-conscious Western men with an insatiable taste for a variety of affordable pretty women—China is indeed the motherlode. I'll be back.
PS: Any tips for making my next trip even better will be gratefully received. Or if you plan to visit Beijing and want DongDong's number, PM me.
