Spring escape to Shangri-La... for interested brothers only
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DAY 9 in Subic continued: Joys & frustrations on Voodoo floating bar
Before heading over to Voodoo, I freshen up in my room and grab a bite at the Viking restaurant. Order the house speciality that manager Jimmy recommends: goulash soup.
"With garlic bread?" he asks.
"Better not," I say. "Want to kiss my girl tonight, not turn her off with garlic breath."
"No need to worry about that here," Jimmy says. "Filipinas don't care about your breath, only your money."
I'm not totally convinced and eat garlic-free toast with my superb goulash.
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The Voodoo floating bar is anchored off Treasure Island Resort and connected to the shore by a rope ferry, pulled by 2 young Filipinos. It's the moment of sunset, and I enjoy the heart-stirring evening glow as the big red disk slides out of sight behind the hills on the other side of the bay.
Treasure Island has a pool party every second Sunday. I didn't attend today because, in this blazing sun, I wasn't up to chasing 100 hotties in a jam-packed pool, along with 50 beer-swilling geezers.
Wonder if the party spilled over to the floating bar. I ask waitress Christie about this when I get off the ferry. "Yes," Christie says sadly. "Some guys came over after the party--but they brought girls with them."
I learn, each Voodoo bargirl needs 14 lady drinks a week to keep her job, and Christie had none so far today. When I buy her a drink, another girl named Darelyn jumps into my lap and places my hand on her kitty. I rub it through the panties and buy her a drink too.
The girls tell me, their total salary here is P180 a day, but P2 gets deducted for every min of late arrival for their Ipm to 9pm shift.
Darelyn is a smartphone addict. She first shows me photos of her blue-eyed cat, then photos of a German "boyfriend" who visits her every year. Some of the photos depict him eating out her pussy.
Darelyn is 24 and amusingly potty-mouthed, and for a time I toy with barfining her. She's the only girl here with glasses and isn't facially my type, but what puts me off in the end is an attitude of erratic bossiness.
Christie, a chatty older mom of 4, gives off no erotic sparks. I find out, she doesn't even want barfines, just lady drinks for making conversation. She talks my ears off with her problems.
When I ask to pay and Christie picks up my bill, a breeze blows it into the ocean. That gives me incentive to jump into the water to retrieve the paper--and to relish a long swim under the stars.
Before leaving Voodoo, I briefly chat with mamasan. Her current girls, I say, seem low-key compared to some girls .last November. She mentions, she only hires girls that aren't addicted.
"Addicted to what?" I ask.*
"To shabu," mamasan says. Apparently that's a cocaine-like substance and quite a problem in the Philippines.*
There's only one other customer on the floating bar and 15 girls, some of them very young-looking. Two bored 18-yr-olds start dancing suggestively on top of the bar, and one of them hops onto my lap. I find out, she's already a mom.
*"I like to fuck, that's why," she says.
I consider barfining her, but she can't hold even the beginnings of a conversation with me. She's nubile but not stunning, and I shudder at the thought of spending a night with someone worlds away from my world in every respect.
I catch the rope ferry, feeling defeated by my inability to find a romping partner at Voodoo. Of course, I've only my own self-sabotaging soft-heartedness to blame. How foolish to let the wrong girls monopolize me, rather than sifting ruthlessly through all available offerings.
I head to Sunrise Massage for a 1-hr massage, hoping this will get me in the right mood for a barhop afterwards.
Before heading over to Voodoo, I freshen up in my room and grab a bite at the Viking restaurant. Order the house speciality that manager Jimmy recommends: goulash soup.
"With garlic bread?" he asks.
"Better not," I say. "Want to kiss my girl tonight, not turn her off with garlic breath."
"No need to worry about that here," Jimmy says. "Filipinas don't care about your breath, only your money."
I'm not totally convinced and eat garlic-free toast with my superb goulash.
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The Voodoo floating bar is anchored off Treasure Island Resort and connected to the shore by a rope ferry, pulled by 2 young Filipinos. It's the moment of sunset, and I enjoy the heart-stirring evening glow as the big red disk slides out of sight behind the hills on the other side of the bay.
Treasure Island has a pool party every second Sunday. I didn't attend today because, in this blazing sun, I wasn't up to chasing 100 hotties in a jam-packed pool, along with 50 beer-swilling geezers.
Wonder if the party spilled over to the floating bar. I ask waitress Christie about this when I get off the ferry. "Yes," Christie says sadly. "Some guys came over after the party--but they brought girls with them."
I learn, each Voodoo bargirl needs 14 lady drinks a week to keep her job, and Christie had none so far today. When I buy her a drink, another girl named Darelyn jumps into my lap and places my hand on her kitty. I rub it through the panties and buy her a drink too.
The girls tell me, their total salary here is P180 a day, but P2 gets deducted for every min of late arrival for their Ipm to 9pm shift.
Darelyn is a smartphone addict. She first shows me photos of her blue-eyed cat, then photos of a German "boyfriend" who visits her every year. Some of the photos depict him eating out her pussy.
Darelyn is 24 and amusingly potty-mouthed, and for a time I toy with barfining her. She's the only girl here with glasses and isn't facially my type, but what puts me off in the end is an attitude of erratic bossiness.
Christie, a chatty older mom of 4, gives off no erotic sparks. I find out, she doesn't even want barfines, just lady drinks for making conversation. She talks my ears off with her problems.
When I ask to pay and Christie picks up my bill, a breeze blows it into the ocean. That gives me incentive to jump into the water to retrieve the paper--and to relish a long swim under the stars.
Before leaving Voodoo, I briefly chat with mamasan. Her current girls, I say, seem low-key compared to some girls .last November. She mentions, she only hires girls that aren't addicted.
"Addicted to what?" I ask.*
"To shabu," mamasan says. Apparently that's a cocaine-like substance and quite a problem in the Philippines.*
There's only one other customer on the floating bar and 15 girls, some of them very young-looking. Two bored 18-yr-olds start dancing suggestively on top of the bar, and one of them hops onto my lap. I find out, she's already a mom.
*"I like to fuck, that's why," she says.
I consider barfining her, but she can't hold even the beginnings of a conversation with me. She's nubile but not stunning, and I shudder at the thought of spending a night with someone worlds away from my world in every respect.
I catch the rope ferry, feeling defeated by my inability to find a romping partner at Voodoo. Of course, I've only my own self-sabotaging soft-heartedness to blame. How foolish to let the wrong girls monopolize me, rather than sifting ruthlessly through all available offerings.
I head to Sunrise Massage for a 1-hr massage, hoping this will get me in the right mood for a barhop afterwards.
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DAY 9 to 10: Filipina GFE--overnighter with Cynthia @ The Basement bar
After my massage I'm pulled, by an inner compulsion, to enter The Basement bar in the Emu Hotel. I part the entrance curtain...and there, in her bikini-clad glory, stands Cynthia in the midst of 8 dancers.
Last night she was barfined and possibly shagged silly, but I don't mind one bit. My theory is that pussies, like cocks, get more responsive with frequent use--up to a point.
I motion Cynthia off the stage and share a getting-reacquainted drink with her. There're only 2 other geriatric mongers in the bar, and 15 lovely bargirls fawning over them. One girl crawls across the floor to caress a geezer's hairy knees and wriggle her tongue at him.
Cynthia is effusive in her affection toward me. She's all softness and attentiveness and yieldingness. She holds smiley eye contact without saying much--wheras I'm driven, by her electrifying presence, to talk a mile a minute. I confirm, she's happy to stay with me all night until 10am.
We slow-dance in the space between a row of barstools and the pool table, before I pay the P1550 ($35) barfine--a measly amount, for which I anticipate massive bliss. We take a trike to my hotel. I'm glad now I couldn't barfine this gem last night, because my current room offers a vastly superior ambience.
Cynthia says, "Yes," when I ask if she's hungry. At the Viking's 24-hr restaurant, she orders chicken strips and fries. I'm content with mushroom soup.
We sustain a steady conversation over dinner. Cynthia shares her life's most tragic event. She had 3 kids--but in 2011 a bad typhoon hit the Subic Bay area, and her 11-yr-old son died when a mango tree came crashing down onto an auntie's house where they were staying.
I sense emotional pain in Cynthia's moist twitching eyes, as she tells this story. It was after her son's death, she says, that she went into the bargirl business to support her family. I'm touched by her coping strength.
We go upstairs and do a bit of playful making-out before getting naked. Cynthia is slow to join me in the shower, until I'm almost finished. Turns out, she picked up my spare shaver and wants privacy to shave her pussy. Awfully sweet! But she's too bashful to let me watch or shave her.
Cynthia's body, at 33, is on the sturdy side, but I like girls with a bit of meat on their bones. While our tongues fight an unrestrained duel, I rub her rapidly self-moistening kitty, and she slowly squeezes the tip of my cock, as instructed.
Can hardly believe how quicky she raisesmy pleasure pole to full mast. True, I've a full day's load saved up for Cynthia, but that Black Ant capsule I swallowed sure seems to have taken effect.
She administers an impetuous BBBJ that feels a bit toothy--but forgivably so, in view of the relative size of my swollen malehood and her Filipina mouth.
So I cut fellatio short and slide down for cunnilingus. As pussies go, Cynthia's is a thing of beauty: plump, smooth as silk, gapingly pink, and clean-tasting. She moans to egg me on, but when I want to replace my clumsy tongue with my vibrator, I experience a shock to my system: she objects.
"Just give it a try," I coax her, but she keeps firmly objecting. "I don't like vibrator." Her facade of absolute compliance with my every whim is showing its first crack!
Okey dockey, I'm thinking, switch to Plan B. Plan A would have entailed getting her to use the vibrator on herself, to induce sufficient arousal for mutually enjoyable play.
Plan B is my tickling her G-spot while she frigs her clit. But she throws another wrench into my works: doesn't want digits either. I worry if this is going to be another lay where the pleasure is all one-sidedly mine. Makes it harder for me to sustain interest.
Another mild shocker is Cynthia's seeming unconcern about condoms. Of course, she brought no condom (and seems surprised I even ask if she did). She grabs Junior and rubs his head up and down her moist slit, as if inviting bareback penetration.
But Cynthia's love tunnel is definitively not a place where no man has gone before. So I slap on a Lifestyle XL.
In mish she's clearly not very aroused. She's cooperative enough, but asks me to slow down.
Changing the pace of my strokes cramps my style, but I remain maximally tumescent, thanks no doubt to Black Ant. And, unlike in the case of Viagra, I feel no side effects.
When get Cynthia to hop on for CG, I'm in for a huge surprise. Pressing her passion muffin hard into me, she makes those back-and-forth movements that apparently give many women's clit a buzz.*And wouldn't you know, a few min later she announces, "I'm coming."*
She moans convincingly and then collapses horizontally on top of me.
We kiss with fervor, and I give Cynthia a few moments' rest before making her squat up for ACG. She performs credibly, with help from my hands. I also poke a lubed finger gently into her pooper.
We switch to doggie and lazy doggie, both of which feel great to me. But eventually she complains of "a little pain."
*I decide, time to finish off. We go back to mish. She's again sweetly cooperative and holds eye contact, though I don't get a sense she's wracked by wild lust.
Still, I manage to reap the pleasure she clearly wants to give, and work up to an utterly satisfying climax.
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Stay inside her for a min or two. She chooses a moment when we're still genitally connected to say, "Sorry, just remembered...forgot to tell you...it's Monday tomorrow...I have to go Olopongo at 9...for my weekly Hygiene."
"Wow," I say. "What time do we have to get up?"*
Before 8am, she says--when earlier in the bar, she had explicitly said she could stay until*10am.*
*Hoped*for a leisurely 2nd round in the morning, as is customary with Filipina overnighters. So I'm not thrilled by this news, but don't sulk or accuse her of misleading me.*This girl is who she is, and she does what it takes to attract business.
*Cynthia's greatest strength is not stellar sex, but her ability to project an alluring promise of affection. And I admit,*she kept up her facade of sweetness impressively well during our romp.
We shower separately before falling asleep. We don't cuddle, but the bed is comfy, the air-con is quiet, and I sleeplo the deep sleep of a blissed-out pooner.
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Around 7am Cynthia starts cuddling and caressing me. I'm still half asleep, but my*Black Ant-stoked rod solidifies in short order. Our genitals press up against each other, non-penetratively, for quite a while.
Cynthia guides my head down to her nipples, and I happily regress to being a baby sucking at mommy's breasts.*
Then Cynthia whispers something unexpected into my ear: "Condom." Did I misjudge her when pegging her as a bareback lady?
A second pop in the morning is near-obligatory for overnighters in the Philippines.*Cynthia delivers beautifully, partly motivated--no doubt--by hopes of getting a larger trip, but partly also, I'd like*to think, because she enjoys our copulatory play.
Once I've found the right groove in mish, I let her do a brief stint in ACG, followed by doggie and a delightful blowout back in mish. That's it, I'm thinking: the full-meal-deal Filipina GF experience...except that my real GFs have rarely initiated steamy morning sex.
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It's 8am now, and Cynthia wants to get to the Hygiene clinic by 9, before too many bargirls line up for their weekly STD test. But we've*time to share breakfast and take a trike to a Filipino restaurant named "The Coffee Shop."
*I learn over breakfast, pthe normal fee for Hygiene is P50, but if the girl misses her appointed day, it doubles. And if a dancer is late for her 6pm to 2am shift in Cynthia's bar, she incurs a P1 penalty per minute.
The total rent Cynthia pays is P1500 a month, less than what most resort hotels cost for 1 night. She draws a sketch of her 1-room home in my notebook. A quarter of the floorspace is taken up by the bed, which she shares with her 9-yr-old daughter and her 10-yr-old son! No air-con, of course; just a fan.*
*Filipino diet is very sweet and easily rots teeth. I comment on Cynthia's even white teeth--which help make her smile so endearing.*She admits, her teeth are artificial and cost P9000.
I ask her about Viking Resort manager Jimmy's claim that Filipina bargirls don't care what a man's breath smells like, only about how much he pays them.
"Not true," Cynthia says. "If man breath bad, I not much like kiss."
*"You go barfine every night?" I ask.*Her radiant smile no doubt helps her get barfined a lot.
"No," she says. "If barfine two, three nights, I take rest. Otherwise no good for body."*Can't argue her point: sex impacts women's and men's bodies differently.*
I ask, "Do you prefer to be barfined by young men or old men?"*
"Old men," Cynthia replies instantly. "Young men cheap."
That reminds me to give her a P500 appreciation tip. Might give her more, but fellow mongers have chided me for spoiling the market.*
Then I walk my overnight GF to the jeepney stop, and we say our last goodbyes, to pursue separate and almost unimaginably different lives in this crazily unfair world.
After my massage I'm pulled, by an inner compulsion, to enter The Basement bar in the Emu Hotel. I part the entrance curtain...and there, in her bikini-clad glory, stands Cynthia in the midst of 8 dancers.
Last night she was barfined and possibly shagged silly, but I don't mind one bit. My theory is that pussies, like cocks, get more responsive with frequent use--up to a point.
I motion Cynthia off the stage and share a getting-reacquainted drink with her. There're only 2 other geriatric mongers in the bar, and 15 lovely bargirls fawning over them. One girl crawls across the floor to caress a geezer's hairy knees and wriggle her tongue at him.
Cynthia is effusive in her affection toward me. She's all softness and attentiveness and yieldingness. She holds smiley eye contact without saying much--wheras I'm driven, by her electrifying presence, to talk a mile a minute. I confirm, she's happy to stay with me all night until 10am.
We slow-dance in the space between a row of barstools and the pool table, before I pay the P1550 ($35) barfine--a measly amount, for which I anticipate massive bliss. We take a trike to my hotel. I'm glad now I couldn't barfine this gem last night, because my current room offers a vastly superior ambience.
Cynthia says, "Yes," when I ask if she's hungry. At the Viking's 24-hr restaurant, she orders chicken strips and fries. I'm content with mushroom soup.
We sustain a steady conversation over dinner. Cynthia shares her life's most tragic event. She had 3 kids--but in 2011 a bad typhoon hit the Subic Bay area, and her 11-yr-old son died when a mango tree came crashing down onto an auntie's house where they were staying.
I sense emotional pain in Cynthia's moist twitching eyes, as she tells this story. It was after her son's death, she says, that she went into the bargirl business to support her family. I'm touched by her coping strength.
We go upstairs and do a bit of playful making-out before getting naked. Cynthia is slow to join me in the shower, until I'm almost finished. Turns out, she picked up my spare shaver and wants privacy to shave her pussy. Awfully sweet! But she's too bashful to let me watch or shave her.
Cynthia's body, at 33, is on the sturdy side, but I like girls with a bit of meat on their bones. While our tongues fight an unrestrained duel, I rub her rapidly self-moistening kitty, and she slowly squeezes the tip of my cock, as instructed.
Can hardly believe how quicky she raisesmy pleasure pole to full mast. True, I've a full day's load saved up for Cynthia, but that Black Ant capsule I swallowed sure seems to have taken effect.
She administers an impetuous BBBJ that feels a bit toothy--but forgivably so, in view of the relative size of my swollen malehood and her Filipina mouth.
So I cut fellatio short and slide down for cunnilingus. As pussies go, Cynthia's is a thing of beauty: plump, smooth as silk, gapingly pink, and clean-tasting. She moans to egg me on, but when I want to replace my clumsy tongue with my vibrator, I experience a shock to my system: she objects.
"Just give it a try," I coax her, but she keeps firmly objecting. "I don't like vibrator." Her facade of absolute compliance with my every whim is showing its first crack!
Okey dockey, I'm thinking, switch to Plan B. Plan A would have entailed getting her to use the vibrator on herself, to induce sufficient arousal for mutually enjoyable play.
Plan B is my tickling her G-spot while she frigs her clit. But she throws another wrench into my works: doesn't want digits either. I worry if this is going to be another lay where the pleasure is all one-sidedly mine. Makes it harder for me to sustain interest.
Another mild shocker is Cynthia's seeming unconcern about condoms. Of course, she brought no condom (and seems surprised I even ask if she did). She grabs Junior and rubs his head up and down her moist slit, as if inviting bareback penetration.
But Cynthia's love tunnel is definitively not a place where no man has gone before. So I slap on a Lifestyle XL.
In mish she's clearly not very aroused. She's cooperative enough, but asks me to slow down.
Changing the pace of my strokes cramps my style, but I remain maximally tumescent, thanks no doubt to Black Ant. And, unlike in the case of Viagra, I feel no side effects.
When get Cynthia to hop on for CG, I'm in for a huge surprise. Pressing her passion muffin hard into me, she makes those back-and-forth movements that apparently give many women's clit a buzz.*And wouldn't you know, a few min later she announces, "I'm coming."*
She moans convincingly and then collapses horizontally on top of me.
We kiss with fervor, and I give Cynthia a few moments' rest before making her squat up for ACG. She performs credibly, with help from my hands. I also poke a lubed finger gently into her pooper.
We switch to doggie and lazy doggie, both of which feel great to me. But eventually she complains of "a little pain."
*I decide, time to finish off. We go back to mish. She's again sweetly cooperative and holds eye contact, though I don't get a sense she's wracked by wild lust.
Still, I manage to reap the pleasure she clearly wants to give, and work up to an utterly satisfying climax.
---
Stay inside her for a min or two. She chooses a moment when we're still genitally connected to say, "Sorry, just remembered...forgot to tell you...it's Monday tomorrow...I have to go Olopongo at 9...for my weekly Hygiene."
"Wow," I say. "What time do we have to get up?"*
Before 8am, she says--when earlier in the bar, she had explicitly said she could stay until*10am.*
*Hoped*for a leisurely 2nd round in the morning, as is customary with Filipina overnighters. So I'm not thrilled by this news, but don't sulk or accuse her of misleading me.*This girl is who she is, and she does what it takes to attract business.
*Cynthia's greatest strength is not stellar sex, but her ability to project an alluring promise of affection. And I admit,*she kept up her facade of sweetness impressively well during our romp.
We shower separately before falling asleep. We don't cuddle, but the bed is comfy, the air-con is quiet, and I sleeplo the deep sleep of a blissed-out pooner.
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Around 7am Cynthia starts cuddling and caressing me. I'm still half asleep, but my*Black Ant-stoked rod solidifies in short order. Our genitals press up against each other, non-penetratively, for quite a while.
Cynthia guides my head down to her nipples, and I happily regress to being a baby sucking at mommy's breasts.*
Then Cynthia whispers something unexpected into my ear: "Condom." Did I misjudge her when pegging her as a bareback lady?
A second pop in the morning is near-obligatory for overnighters in the Philippines.*Cynthia delivers beautifully, partly motivated--no doubt--by hopes of getting a larger trip, but partly also, I'd like*to think, because she enjoys our copulatory play.
Once I've found the right groove in mish, I let her do a brief stint in ACG, followed by doggie and a delightful blowout back in mish. That's it, I'm thinking: the full-meal-deal Filipina GF experience...except that my real GFs have rarely initiated steamy morning sex.
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It's 8am now, and Cynthia wants to get to the Hygiene clinic by 9, before too many bargirls line up for their weekly STD test. But we've*time to share breakfast and take a trike to a Filipino restaurant named "The Coffee Shop."
*I learn over breakfast, pthe normal fee for Hygiene is P50, but if the girl misses her appointed day, it doubles. And if a dancer is late for her 6pm to 2am shift in Cynthia's bar, she incurs a P1 penalty per minute.
The total rent Cynthia pays is P1500 a month, less than what most resort hotels cost for 1 night. She draws a sketch of her 1-room home in my notebook. A quarter of the floorspace is taken up by the bed, which she shares with her 9-yr-old daughter and her 10-yr-old son! No air-con, of course; just a fan.*
*Filipino diet is very sweet and easily rots teeth. I comment on Cynthia's even white teeth--which help make her smile so endearing.*She admits, her teeth are artificial and cost P9000.
I ask her about Viking Resort manager Jimmy's claim that Filipina bargirls don't care what a man's breath smells like, only about how much he pays them.
"Not true," Cynthia says. "If man breath bad, I not much like kiss."
*"You go barfine every night?" I ask.*Her radiant smile no doubt helps her get barfined a lot.
"No," she says. "If barfine two, three nights, I take rest. Otherwise no good for body."*Can't argue her point: sex impacts women's and men's bodies differently.*
I ask, "Do you prefer to be barfined by young men or old men?"*
"Old men," Cynthia replies instantly. "Young men cheap."
That reminds me to give her a P500 appreciation tip. Might give her more, but fellow mongers have chided me for spoiling the market.*
Then I walk my overnight GF to the jeepney stop, and we say our last goodbyes, to pursue separate and almost unimaginably different lives in this crazily unfair world.
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I've never been there, yet reading these posts I feel like I'm on this adventure as well!
I have to say, this is now on my short list of the bucket list - hell, I almost booked a ticket today!! Awesome writing, thank you.
I have to say, this is now on my short list of the bucket list - hell, I almost booked a ticket today!! Awesome writing, thank you.
DAY 10 continued: A hot prospect & an eye-opening comversationBooked a 2nd night at the Viking Resort--feel like staying for a month. Alas responsibilities, too costly to ignore, call me back to Canada.
So I go to the plush Wild Orchid Resort that serves as the Southern Cross terminal. Buy my ticket for tomorrow's monger bus back to Angeles. A few more nights there, and then...don't want to think about it.
Pick up my laundry from a shop I never used before--and won't ever use again.They couldn't find my stuff! I eventually dug it out myself from a seriously disorganized pile. Almost lost my temper but realized, the Philippines is the wrong place for anyone bothered by chaotic inefficiency.
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May have found my girl for the night, at the Sweethearts bar. Had good rapport there before, so let myself be lured back in. A chance to practice an essential new skill I want to develop: ruthless selectivity--and no lady drinks for girls with no likely romping potential!
*A girl*I talked to last time, with only one previous barfine, comes up to me. I send her away: I'm not in the mood for clumsy innocence, and she's borderline anorexic.
*Get the waitress to call one dancer*after another off the stage. The first two are the prettiest (in my eyes), but I send them both packing: one has a hangover from tequila shots last night; the other seems catatonic or slow on the uptake.
But the 3rd has potential. Rosalyn looks around 30, but shocks me by saying she's 38. *From Zambales, 3 kids, abandoned by a husband who was a violent alcoholic. Doesn't like her job--except, she says, "when I meet a man like you."
*We talk cheerily, we smooch, she spontaneously kisses me, we dance a bit, and she even pulls down her bikini and shows me the upper half of her kitty.*
I tell her, I'm talking to girls this afternoon just to get to know them, so I don't have to barfine a complete stranger late in the evening, when the time comes to pick a GFfor the night. Makes total sense to Rosalyn, and she gives me every impression she'd love to be my pick.*
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Next, off to Shagger's Rest floating bar. Immediately*mobbed by 6 girls. One starts massaging my neck, another my hands and arms. The bar has few other customers.
Getting mild ego strokes from *to girls' flattery ("You're so handsome...smart...young-looking...can I marry you?") I flagrantly violate my 'no-lady-drinks-without-romp-potential' rule and buy a round. Hey, rules are meant to be broken now and then.
Two more girls want to join my circle, but I wave them off: lady drinks for 6, at P150 each, is generous enough. There has got to be one suitable bang bunny among them.*But the more I interact with these girls, the tamer and less exciting they all seem to me.*
They're amused by my provocative innuendo, but show no eagerness to proceed to the barfine stage--a strange*contrast to last November.*They are especially incredulous and convinced I'm lying when I *mention that, in the West, spending the night with an escort*costs P50 000 or more.
One of the girls, age 24, boasts of being a virgin. Says she doesn't have sex with customers, just provides conversation and companionship for bar-hopping or dinner.*But then I learn, none of the other five girls is barfinable either.*Seems like *ripoff to me, given the expectations that attract *mongers in the first placd.*I feel almost a sense of outrage: what the hell's going on *here?
Shagger's Rest no longer has a mamasan, but there's a Western manager present. I introduce myself and ask, "Sir, how come this bar has changed so much since last November? What happened to barfines?"
At first, the manager--who shall remain unnamed--sounds testy and defensive. I've obviously touched a raw nerve. "We are a bar which has girls," he says, "not a brothel. Our girls here hostesses, not prostitutes."*
Silliest thing I've heard on my entire trip.But I compiment the manager on his noble vision for his bar, and gradually the he opens up.*I realize, the recent extortion raids by *corrupt police, in both Angeles and Subic, make the Blue Rock management nervous they might be raided too. So they've made changes that seem radical on the surface--but are largely cosmetic but confusing.
The manager explains: "Don't ask our girls, 'How much is the barfine?' They'll say, we have no barfines here. Instead ask a girl you're interested in, 'What would it take to get you released from work early?'"
"Well--what would it take?" I ask.
"Offer to buy her ten lady drinks. That's P1500, and the girl gets half of that, just like before she got half the P1500 barfine. She has met her day's drink quota and is free to leave. What may develop between consenting adults once she has left is none of the bar's business."
Economically, I can see, this approach works for the bar and for the girl--but sad*such games of silly pretense should be necessary in the Philippines. Now I understand why I got mobbed by so many girls pestering me for lady drinks. Also understand the Blue Rock's rationale for taking precautions--they don't want to lose their investment--but I'm not sure mongers will appreciate the complications involved.
So no wonder this bar is nearly deserted. Having few customers attracts a low quality of "hostesses," which in turn causes the number of customers to drop further.
*I'm not going back either. And my resolve has been strengthened to follow my new rule:*Never ever buy a lady drink, *however attractive the girl, without first making sure she's available for a romp.
*I don't care if they want to call it*"barfine" or "early work release"--but I won't support bars where girls mob me to meet their lady-drink quota, with no intention of having sex.
DAY 10 midnight: Missing out--but hanging in
Ah well, there's always a first time...
After enjoying Thai food at the Blue Rock, I go bar-hopping along the strip in Barrio Barretto.
Enter half a dozen bars, among them The Office, Alaska and Lava Lounge. At The Office, a badly drunk or drugged girl glues herself to me. She has colored hair, slurs her speech, and alternates between seeming angry and trying to be seductive. We can't seem to communicate.
Given my fetish for self-destructive punk types, I might have taken her for a shag in the backroom (none available), but certainly not an overnighter.*When my mango juice doesn't arrive within 10 min, I just get up and bail.*
Next I try the Alaska bar, but it's a rather non-interactive setup. A group of apparent teenyboppers moves sluggishly on stage*while a curiously ugly waitress chats with me. I'm polite but wouldn't do her, even if she paid me.
At the Lava Lounge, I'm greeted by young doorgirl who's tallish and quite stunning, and*who accompanies me inside. As if taking*my desire for her company for granted, she plunks herself down on the barstool next to me.*
This*bar's method, perhaps, of hooking up a new customer with a girl? They probably assume--not altogether wrongly --that for a horny guy any random pretty girl will do. So why not save time and take the choice of picking out of his hands?
I do my best to connect with my stunner, but she's bad at feigning interest, our conversation halting and strained. She seems tired, moody and irritable, almost bitchy--which may be just a mask for insecurity. Again, I wouldn't mind a backroom quickie, but can't see myself getting along with this girl for the eternity of a whole night.
So when the waitress comes by to sucker me into buying a lady drink, I practise my assertiveness skills and say no. The stunner leaves in a flash, wordlessly.
I yearn for a girl who gives off a touch of emotional wamth--and suddenly remember Rosalyn. I head to Sweethearts bar where I met Rosalyn this afternoon, ready to barfine her.
It's well before midnight, but rats--Sweethearts is already locked up.*Guess they had no customers and closed early.*Missed my best chance tonight, but it's not the end of the world.
Allow myself to be coaxed into a small bar, called Count Nicola. Before my mango juice arrives, I'm suddenly asked, by a ruddy-faced gent with a baseball cap and glasses, what I'd like to drink.*
I immediately guess, he's the owner of this bar. He came out of a backroom, saw me without a drink, and didn't realize the waitress already took my order.
*Rickie is a feisty American with a Filipina wife. He bought this bar last fall and invested $15 000 in total.*Biggest challenge, he says, is keeping good girls. He pays P400 a day, the highest bargirl salary in town.
I ask him for a suitable girl, and he calls Hazel down from the stage. But she's another*tired, distracted, not-very-verbal 24-yr-old who would be stressful to keep overnight. She also happens to have a prominent pimple on her forehead.
Once I decide, no chemistry... poof, she's gone! Even talking to her for*the duration of a lady drink would have been sheer torment.
But bar owner Rickie wants to get a few things off his chest and chats with me for a good half hour. I hear about extortionist raids by police last December--"They wanted Christmas money," he says.*Many bars paid to stay open, but he stood firm; and eventually the bar owners association prevailed upon the city*mayor to take action against the corrupt police.*The mayor didn't want to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Rickie claims his bar is profitable. He's giddily gleeful because Obama just made a deal on yesterday's Philippine visit: the American military is allowed back into Subic, to help the Philippines stand up to China. Girlie bars love horny American soldiers.
As I leave Ricky's cozy little bar, I weigh my desire for a lay against my desire for a stress-free night. I decide, why not make a bold choice: swim in my hotel's fine pool and get a good night's sleep.*
Yes, young pussy galore is on offer around here. But there's also a yawning gap between their mentality and mine that makes relating to each other quite a chore.
First time I ever spent 24 hrs in the Philippines without a lay. But I've had a good day all the same,*relaxing and eye-opening.*I'm proud of myself for refusing, tonight, to feed into the lady-drink racket.
*"No honey, no money!" That's this pooner's new battle cry in his dealings with bargirls.
Ah well, there's always a first time...
After enjoying Thai food at the Blue Rock, I go bar-hopping along the strip in Barrio Barretto.
Enter half a dozen bars, among them The Office, Alaska and Lava Lounge. At The Office, a badly drunk or drugged girl glues herself to me. She has colored hair, slurs her speech, and alternates between seeming angry and trying to be seductive. We can't seem to communicate.
Given my fetish for self-destructive punk types, I might have taken her for a shag in the backroom (none available), but certainly not an overnighter.*When my mango juice doesn't arrive within 10 min, I just get up and bail.*
Next I try the Alaska bar, but it's a rather non-interactive setup. A group of apparent teenyboppers moves sluggishly on stage*while a curiously ugly waitress chats with me. I'm polite but wouldn't do her, even if she paid me.
At the Lava Lounge, I'm greeted by young doorgirl who's tallish and quite stunning, and*who accompanies me inside. As if taking*my desire for her company for granted, she plunks herself down on the barstool next to me.*
This*bar's method, perhaps, of hooking up a new customer with a girl? They probably assume--not altogether wrongly --that for a horny guy any random pretty girl will do. So why not save time and take the choice of picking out of his hands?
I do my best to connect with my stunner, but she's bad at feigning interest, our conversation halting and strained. She seems tired, moody and irritable, almost bitchy--which may be just a mask for insecurity. Again, I wouldn't mind a backroom quickie, but can't see myself getting along with this girl for the eternity of a whole night.
So when the waitress comes by to sucker me into buying a lady drink, I practise my assertiveness skills and say no. The stunner leaves in a flash, wordlessly.
I yearn for a girl who gives off a touch of emotional wamth--and suddenly remember Rosalyn. I head to Sweethearts bar where I met Rosalyn this afternoon, ready to barfine her.
It's well before midnight, but rats--Sweethearts is already locked up.*Guess they had no customers and closed early.*Missed my best chance tonight, but it's not the end of the world.
Allow myself to be coaxed into a small bar, called Count Nicola. Before my mango juice arrives, I'm suddenly asked, by a ruddy-faced gent with a baseball cap and glasses, what I'd like to drink.*
I immediately guess, he's the owner of this bar. He came out of a backroom, saw me without a drink, and didn't realize the waitress already took my order.
*Rickie is a feisty American with a Filipina wife. He bought this bar last fall and invested $15 000 in total.*Biggest challenge, he says, is keeping good girls. He pays P400 a day, the highest bargirl salary in town.
I ask him for a suitable girl, and he calls Hazel down from the stage. But she's another*tired, distracted, not-very-verbal 24-yr-old who would be stressful to keep overnight. She also happens to have a prominent pimple on her forehead.
Once I decide, no chemistry... poof, she's gone! Even talking to her for*the duration of a lady drink would have been sheer torment.
But bar owner Rickie wants to get a few things off his chest and chats with me for a good half hour. I hear about extortionist raids by police last December--"They wanted Christmas money," he says.*Many bars paid to stay open, but he stood firm; and eventually the bar owners association prevailed upon the city*mayor to take action against the corrupt police.*The mayor didn't want to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Rickie claims his bar is profitable. He's giddily gleeful because Obama just made a deal on yesterday's Philippine visit: the American military is allowed back into Subic, to help the Philippines stand up to China. Girlie bars love horny American soldiers.
As I leave Ricky's cozy little bar, I weigh my desire for a lay against my desire for a stress-free night. I decide, why not make a bold choice: swim in my hotel's fine pool and get a good night's sleep.*
Yes, young pussy galore is on offer around here. But there's also a yawning gap between their mentality and mine that makes relating to each other quite a chore.
First time I ever spent 24 hrs in the Philippines without a lay. But I've had a good day all the same,*relaxing and eye-opening.*I'm proud of myself for refusing, tonight, to feed into the lady-drink racket.
*"No honey, no money!" That's this pooner's new battle cry in his dealings with bargirls.
DAY 11, Subic to Angeles: Selecting the right girl
Start my last morning in Subic with a nice Filipino breakfast at the Blue Rock: dried fish and garlic rice, with buko juice from a young coconut.
Checking out of my hotel, I've one last chat with Viking's manager Jimmy. We discuss Barrio Barretto's bright future, in the light of Obama's agreement with the Philippine government to station US soldiers in the Subic Bay area.
In front of the Wild Orchid hotel, I'm the first to board the bus to Angeles. At the Arizona resort a 40-yr-old chap named Will takes the seat next to me. We talk non-stop from Subic to Angeles.
Will is a senior executive with an IT company, articulate yet humble, who leads a fascinating nomad life managing projects in China and the Philippines. He's single after a long-time Chinese GF recently broke up with him, apparently in part because of his non-traditional sexuality.
One of his many statements I resonate with is, "Enjoying life comes from a certain amount of freedom."
---
In Angeles I book into my favorite hotel for 3 more nights. I eat lunch at a nearby European restaurant, then go out on the prowl.
After going without sex for a whole day, I feel like a wound-up spring ready to jump the bones of a choice female specimen. I lust after the flesh of a youthful stunner who's also a great lay.
I recall Kathy from Jolly Frog recommending her friend Virgie for a 3-some. "She very horny girl, like me," Kathy said, after our wonderful tryst. High praise indeed--so I head to the Jolly Frog to barfine Virgie.
But when I get there, neither Virgie nor Kathy is present. I buy mamasan Helen a drink and tell her, I want to talk to some of her other girls, to see who I can click with. Mamsan approves.
I look at the 10 bikini-clad dancers and pick my Girl Number 1, the most attractive dancer in my eyes. Turns out, it's her first day on the job, and she looks terrified.*
"She's too shy for me," I say. Tiny Marilyn is keenly watching my selection process and pipes up, "Yes--if you're shy, you die!"
Girl Number 2 is, lookswise, my first runner-up. We shake hands and share names, but I quickly find out, her English is terrible. I tell mamasan Helen, "No." She sends the girl back on the stage.
"Don't you have girls who finished highschool?" I ask.
*Mamasan mumbles, "Only one." She*calls down Girl Number 3: a petite ugly duckling with a paunch and a squint, who seems pathetically out of place.
I've a "No pity fuck" rule. But my empathy and curiosity are both kindled, and I catch myself thinking, 'How gutsy of this cross-eyed little sweetie to venture into the flesh trade! If she's bright and lively, hell, I take her on.'
Sadly I learn, she's a cherry girl (virgin) who, mamasan says, "does no boom-boom, only blowjobs."
*"Not what I want," I say, and Ms Cross-eyed is cruelly dismissed.
I walk right up to the dance stage and invite my Girl Number 4 to step down. She's another nubile brown cutie but, to my frustration, shakes her head and waves me off with the palms of her hands.
*"I don't want," she says. Could it be that she finds me too old?
More likely, she watched me reject 3 other girls and is just afraid she'll lose face in front of her peers if I reject her too. Wow, selecting*the right romping partner can be tough, even in a bar full of bikini-clad hotties.
I*applaud mamasan Helen for allowing her girls freedom to say yes or no to a man--as well as the freedom not to show up for work.
"My girls can do what they like," mamasan Helen says forcefully.
"Today, doesn't seem you have a suitable girl for me," I say. *"Guess I'll have to look somewhere else."
Start my last morning in Subic with a nice Filipino breakfast at the Blue Rock: dried fish and garlic rice, with buko juice from a young coconut.
Checking out of my hotel, I've one last chat with Viking's manager Jimmy. We discuss Barrio Barretto's bright future, in the light of Obama's agreement with the Philippine government to station US soldiers in the Subic Bay area.
In front of the Wild Orchid hotel, I'm the first to board the bus to Angeles. At the Arizona resort a 40-yr-old chap named Will takes the seat next to me. We talk non-stop from Subic to Angeles.
Will is a senior executive with an IT company, articulate yet humble, who leads a fascinating nomad life managing projects in China and the Philippines. He's single after a long-time Chinese GF recently broke up with him, apparently in part because of his non-traditional sexuality.
One of his many statements I resonate with is, "Enjoying life comes from a certain amount of freedom."
---
In Angeles I book into my favorite hotel for 3 more nights. I eat lunch at a nearby European restaurant, then go out on the prowl.
After going without sex for a whole day, I feel like a wound-up spring ready to jump the bones of a choice female specimen. I lust after the flesh of a youthful stunner who's also a great lay.
I recall Kathy from Jolly Frog recommending her friend Virgie for a 3-some. "She very horny girl, like me," Kathy said, after our wonderful tryst. High praise indeed--so I head to the Jolly Frog to barfine Virgie.
But when I get there, neither Virgie nor Kathy is present. I buy mamasan Helen a drink and tell her, I want to talk to some of her other girls, to see who I can click with. Mamsan approves.
I look at the 10 bikini-clad dancers and pick my Girl Number 1, the most attractive dancer in my eyes. Turns out, it's her first day on the job, and she looks terrified.*
"She's too shy for me," I say. Tiny Marilyn is keenly watching my selection process and pipes up, "Yes--if you're shy, you die!"
Girl Number 2 is, lookswise, my first runner-up. We shake hands and share names, but I quickly find out, her English is terrible. I tell mamasan Helen, "No." She sends the girl back on the stage.
"Don't you have girls who finished highschool?" I ask.
*Mamasan mumbles, "Only one." She*calls down Girl Number 3: a petite ugly duckling with a paunch and a squint, who seems pathetically out of place.
I've a "No pity fuck" rule. But my empathy and curiosity are both kindled, and I catch myself thinking, 'How gutsy of this cross-eyed little sweetie to venture into the flesh trade! If she's bright and lively, hell, I take her on.'
Sadly I learn, she's a cherry girl (virgin) who, mamasan says, "does no boom-boom, only blowjobs."
*"Not what I want," I say, and Ms Cross-eyed is cruelly dismissed.
I walk right up to the dance stage and invite my Girl Number 4 to step down. She's another nubile brown cutie but, to my frustration, shakes her head and waves me off with the palms of her hands.
*"I don't want," she says. Could it be that she finds me too old?
More likely, she watched me reject 3 other girls and is just afraid she'll lose face in front of her peers if I reject her too. Wow, selecting*the right romping partner can be tough, even in a bar full of bikini-clad hotties.
I*applaud mamasan Helen for allowing her girls freedom to say yes or no to a man--as well as the freedom not to show up for work.
"My girls can do what they like," mamasan Helen says forcefully.
"Today, doesn't seem you have a suitable girl for me," I say. *"Guess I'll have to look somewhere else."
DAY 11 in Angeles: Afternooner with orgasmic Monique @ Jolly Frog
I'm about to exit the Jolly Frog for greener pastures, when I spot Marilyn's best friend Monique. Marilyn introduced us last week, but I passed on Monique because she didn't seem friendly and talkative enough.
But my, my--does Monique ever look pretty today, with her red lipstick, neat eye makeup and blond streaks in her brown-colored hair. And I even detect the barest hint of a smile directed at me.
I invite Monique to sit down for a chat. She's 22, from a town near Manila, and already has 2 kids. Right away, she places her hand on the fly of my pants and purses her lips for a *kiss. She still doesn't talk much, but she's smiley and sensuous. Probably her longest sentence is, "I *like you."
Anticipating honey, I part with money. I buy her a lady drink to foster goodwill.*Then I give mamasan P2200 in total: P1800 for Monique's "early work release" and P400 for drinks, plus a tip for the waitress.
*Monique goes to change from her skimpy bikini into a lovely summer dress, and we stroll hand in hand back to my hotel.
Turns out, Monique is superb at giving and taking erotic pleasure, while expressing lots of emotional warmth. Her delicate, smooth, brown body is beautifully proportioned, with perky boobies and no excess fat.
She's not keen on my vibrator, but lets me vibrate her kitty through the panties. Because she's so exquisite,*I feel like doing DATY and get her to squat over my face so I can comfortably eat her out.
She's an avid kisser; a fine BBBJ artist; a *playfully active participant in all positions; and most inpressively, a spirited CG rider who's able to climax after a few minutes of intense, continuous back-and-forth rubbing.
*Sure love those Black Ant capsules: my rod stays rock-hard in prolonged "lazy" CG. No side effects, just reliable solidity when it's most needed. Bet half my retirement savings, Monique's orgasm isn't faked for my benefit.
Play-for-pay at its finest for me, with a sex-loving stunner who is experienced but not jaded, and who is dedicated to giving splendid service while getting into it herself to the point of orgasm.*
Only when I ask about Greek does Monique softly demure, though she earlier let me slide a fingertip up her pooper.
I postpone my blowout beyond my standard half-hr mark, just so I can savor Monique's passion and beauty and tightness for as long as possible.**Having a 2-day load saved up also helps heighten my appetite.
I plough in deep between Monique's clamped-together thighs, before eventually popping with delirious euphoria.*
---
We stay joined for at least 5 min and chat for about an hour. Amazingly, this quiet girl suddenly volunteers lots of stories from her life. Sex with a BF at 15, first baby at 16, second baby at 19; boyfriend became addicted to crystal meth and abandoned them.
She says she prefers older men who're not too pot-bellied, because young guys "fuck too hard" and "do several times." A Korean who took her to Boracay on a steady barfine offered her P20 000 for anal sex.
*"But I don't like," she says.
With her looks, Monique could work in a big bar on Fields, but she's staying in her small bar on Perimeter "because I've friends at Jolly Frog." But sure sounds like she gets barfined quite a bit. On her day off she likes to go to High Society disco with friends.
*Her mom lives in a Manila suburb and takes care of Monique's 2 kids.*
"I buy my mother sari-sari store," Monique says, proudly. "I also buy refrigerator and washing machine."
Don't want to let go of this lovely girl in my arms, and we roll around kissing and caressing in bed as we talk. There's no whisper of impatience or rushing escaping Monique's lips.*
It's generally up to the customer whether he wants to keep a barfined girl overnight.*But I decide, better two *hours of utter magic with Monique than long drawn-out togetherness, with inevitable moments of boredom and irritation.*
After all, the gap in our ages is enormous and, apart from physical pleasure, we really don't have much to share.*So I tell Monique, I won't keep her overnight.
*"I want you to be with your friends and enjoy Filipino food," I say.
*"Thank you," Monique replies.*I put a P500 tip on her handbag and walk her back to the Jolly Frog.*
---
On the outer wall of the Wild Orchid hotel in Subic I saw a banner with the words,
"Living the Dream--Because You Can."
*I think I lived this dream today, and now have that "peaceful, easy feeling" inside that makes life seem marvellous.
I'm about to exit the Jolly Frog for greener pastures, when I spot Marilyn's best friend Monique. Marilyn introduced us last week, but I passed on Monique because she didn't seem friendly and talkative enough.
But my, my--does Monique ever look pretty today, with her red lipstick, neat eye makeup and blond streaks in her brown-colored hair. And I even detect the barest hint of a smile directed at me.
I invite Monique to sit down for a chat. She's 22, from a town near Manila, and already has 2 kids. Right away, she places her hand on the fly of my pants and purses her lips for a *kiss. She still doesn't talk much, but she's smiley and sensuous. Probably her longest sentence is, "I *like you."
Anticipating honey, I part with money.
I buy her a lady drink to foster goodwill.*Then I give mamasan P2200 in total: P1800 for Monique's "early work release" and P400 for drinks, plus a tip for the waitress.*Monique goes to change from her skimpy bikini into a lovely summer dress, and we stroll hand in hand back to my hotel.
Turns out, Monique is superb at giving and taking erotic pleasure, while expressing lots of emotional warmth. Her delicate, smooth, brown body is beautifully proportioned, with perky boobies and no excess fat.
She's not keen on my vibrator, but lets me vibrate her kitty through the panties. Because she's so exquisite,*I feel like doing DATY and get her to squat over my face so I can comfortably eat her out.
She's an avid kisser; a fine BBBJ artist; a *playfully active participant in all positions; and most inpressively, a spirited CG rider who's able to climax after a few minutes of intense, continuous back-and-forth rubbing.
*Sure love those Black Ant capsules: my rod stays rock-hard in prolonged "lazy" CG. No side effects, just reliable solidity when it's most needed. Bet half my retirement savings, Monique's orgasm isn't faked for my benefit.
Play-for-pay at its finest for me, with a sex-loving stunner who is experienced but not jaded, and who is dedicated to giving splendid service while getting into it herself to the point of orgasm.*
Only when I ask about Greek does Monique softly demure, though she earlier let me slide a fingertip up her pooper.
I postpone my blowout beyond my standard half-hr mark, just so I can savor Monique's passion and beauty and tightness for as long as possible.**Having a 2-day load saved up also helps heighten my appetite.
I plough in deep between Monique's clamped-together thighs, before eventually popping with delirious euphoria.*
---
We stay joined for at least 5 min and chat for about an hour. Amazingly, this quiet girl suddenly volunteers lots of stories from her life. Sex with a BF at 15, first baby at 16, second baby at 19; boyfriend became addicted to crystal meth and abandoned them.
She says she prefers older men who're not too pot-bellied, because young guys "fuck too hard" and "do several times." A Korean who took her to Boracay on a steady barfine offered her P20 000 for anal sex.
*"But I don't like," she says.
With her looks, Monique could work in a big bar on Fields, but she's staying in her small bar on Perimeter "because I've friends at Jolly Frog." But sure sounds like she gets barfined quite a bit. On her day off she likes to go to High Society disco with friends.
*Her mom lives in a Manila suburb and takes care of Monique's 2 kids.*
"I buy my mother sari-sari store," Monique says, proudly. "I also buy refrigerator and washing machine."
Don't want to let go of this lovely girl in my arms, and we roll around kissing and caressing in bed as we talk. There's no whisper of impatience or rushing escaping Monique's lips.*
It's generally up to the customer whether he wants to keep a barfined girl overnight.*But I decide, better two *hours of utter magic with Monique than long drawn-out togetherness, with inevitable moments of boredom and irritation.*
After all, the gap in our ages is enormous and, apart from physical pleasure, we really don't have much to share.*So I tell Monique, I won't keep her overnight.
*"I want you to be with your friends and enjoy Filipino food," I say.
*"Thank you," Monique replies.*I put a P500 tip on her handbag and walk her back to the Jolly Frog.*
---
On the outer wall of the Wild Orchid hotel in Subic I saw a banner with the words,
"Living the Dream--Because You Can."
*I think I lived this dream today, and now have that "peaceful, easy feeling" inside that makes life seem marvellous.
tant, you don't seem to be having much luck convincing your philipina's to indulge you with greek - is it that uncommon a practice there?
I think alot of the members here agree with me that your writing has become addictive like a soap opera coming back every day to read up and follow your adventure.
It's very entertaining and a pleasure to follow your escapade adventure. It's quite impacting when I don't see a new post... it's like friday and can't wait for monday to arrive to see the next episode on tv. Its a joy to follow your escapade and I stay up reading about it... sometimes reading it until 3am in the morning even though i have to goto work at 8am.
It's so better than sex.. its so impacting that I've not boom boom while you were away. Reading your escapade really kept me occupied and eased my desire to go boom boom.
Now that your adventure has come to an end... I'm sure we all get this feeling when you see that all time favorite and get attach with feeling for and the time arrives your fav is no where to be reconnected... i can relate to that feeling... a bit withdrawn, disappointed, etc....
I'm sure you have been asked this before... Like alot of the others... going to a foreign location is a little bit out of our comfort zone and the worrisome like... the lingering of where the places are... how to get there... what to bring... where to stay... where and what to eat... etc... things like that... I'm sure alot of us would be interested in tagging along with you on your next escapade if you are willing to do it... for the first time... i would like someone to take me to the city and show what hotel to stay.. explore along with you or on our own. and meet up in x days to catch bus to goto x city , settle on hotel and we go on our own to explore and meet up x days to goto next destination. i'm sure us followers on the trip would be happy to chip in and compensate you for letting us join your escapade adventure...
I would like to clarify something i said earlier requesting to see pictures... I hear your rating the girls with an asignned number and I'm very curious and wanting to see your taste and rating scale. I'm not looking for materials to boom boom on that i'm being falsely accused of and misunderstood on. Yes I lost my patience with the naysayers and got myself ban for 1 week.
I really support your escapade adventure and the naysayers should do their homework before criticising negatively. I've followed and read a big portion of your escapade adventure on here and whorist. The average income they make in a day is about p200. a session with you... thats almost 3 to 7 days pay. You probably helped and improved a number of them from starvation or improved their life. I don't see or feel you exploit or took advantage of these people in a negative way. Naysayers go help these people and stop being so negative.
I admire you... I give you a thumbs up... we should give you the man of steel energizer bunny award. I don't think I want to beat your record... shot after shot... every day. I think I would need clutches to keep it up... what steroids are you taking
sigh.. unfortunately... good things come to and end. Take care... I look forward to reading your next escapade adventure.
It's very entertaining and a pleasure to follow your escapade adventure. It's quite impacting when I don't see a new post... it's like friday and can't wait for monday to arrive to see the next episode on tv. Its a joy to follow your escapade and I stay up reading about it... sometimes reading it until 3am in the morning even though i have to goto work at 8am.
It's so better than sex.. its so impacting that I've not boom boom while you were away. Reading your escapade really kept me occupied and eased my desire to go boom boom.
Now that your adventure has come to an end... I'm sure we all get this feeling when you see that all time favorite and get attach with feeling for and the time arrives your fav is no where to be reconnected... i can relate to that feeling... a bit withdrawn, disappointed, etc....
I'm sure you have been asked this before... Like alot of the others... going to a foreign location is a little bit out of our comfort zone and the worrisome like... the lingering of where the places are... how to get there... what to bring... where to stay... where and what to eat... etc... things like that... I'm sure alot of us would be interested in tagging along with you on your next escapade if you are willing to do it... for the first time... i would like someone to take me to the city and show what hotel to stay.. explore along with you or on our own. and meet up in x days to catch bus to goto x city , settle on hotel and we go on our own to explore and meet up x days to goto next destination. i'm sure us followers on the trip would be happy to chip in and compensate you for letting us join your escapade adventure...
I would like to clarify something i said earlier requesting to see pictures... I hear your rating the girls with an asignned number and I'm very curious and wanting to see your taste and rating scale. I'm not looking for materials to boom boom on that i'm being falsely accused of and misunderstood on. Yes I lost my patience with the naysayers and got myself ban for 1 week.
I really support your escapade adventure and the naysayers should do their homework before criticising negatively. I've followed and read a big portion of your escapade adventure on here and whorist. The average income they make in a day is about p200. a session with you... thats almost 3 to 7 days pay. You probably helped and improved a number of them from starvation or improved their life. I don't see or feel you exploit or took advantage of these people in a negative way. Naysayers go help these people and stop being so negative.
I admire you... I give you a thumbs up... we should give you the man of steel energizer bunny award. I don't think I want to beat your record... shot after shot... every day. I think I would need clutches to keep it up... what steroids are you taking
sigh.. unfortunately... good things come to and end. Take care... I look forward to reading your next escapade adventure.
well done tant, thank you for sharing your personal adventures and with great writing style
No doubt you have inspired some other adventurers to venture out of country on a quest for................ that elusive, perfect glass of mango juice...
No doubt you have inspired some other adventurers to venture out of country on a quest for................ that elusive, perfect glass of mango juice...
DAY II evening/DAY 12 morning: Final vacation days in Angeles
Went for yet another Thai massage last night. My therapist was Gloria from Cebu, 4 kids, an eminently doable MILF.
When their other customer was finished, and Gloria and I were the only ones left in a massage area with curtained-off cubicles, she asked me out of the blue, "You married, sir?"
I say no and try to explain why I think I'm better off single. Gloria seems enthused about kneading the body of a 60-yr-old bachelor. She stresses she's separated (there's no divorce in the Philippines).
*I learn, her kids stayed in Cebu when she accepted a 1-yr-contract with the Nuat Thai chain.*"I'm alone here," Gloria says, unmistakably fishing for interest. "No boyfriend."
She also offers to be my tour guide on my next visit to the Philippines and says, at one point, "Take me with you to Canada."
I like Gloria's mature-cutie *looks. *For a moment I'm tempted *to ask if she'd give me some more massage at my hotel after work--but then think the better of it. I sense, this *lady could be trouble, and I certainly don't need drama during my final vacation days.*
---
Woke up super*horny this morning. Normally I just jerk off--but here in Angeles, this would be an unforgivable waste. I toy with the idea of visiting the 24-hr bars on blow row.
*But then I check my e-mail and click on the Philippine Addicts link to reports of yet another Raymond bar raid on April 26. Do they really want to strangle this city's Golden Goose and consign sex trade workers to destitution, in an overpopulated country with over 50 percent unemployment?
Decide to go and personally check out the blow-row situation on the ground.
---
But first, I need breakfast and stop in at the Sunset Garden Resort, which is listed on the Asian Escapades website as giving members a 10 percent discount. The food is mediocre at best, and my waitress hot-looking but unsmiling.*
She has never seen an Asian Escapades membership card and initially refuses to give me my discount. Would have been surprised if this kind of discount system worked smoothly in the Philippines.
I ask to see the manager, but it's his day off. I eventually sort things out with the receptionist, who requires me to run back to my hotel to get ID. Not a place I'll ever patronize again.
---
Sauntering toward Fields along backstreets, I decide it's time for a *manicure. My nails are getting a little too long for anal digits.
*I enter a hair salon on Narciso. They also offer massage, but there's a sign saying, "Pure therapeutic massage...no extra services." Possibly just window dressing for the authorities?*
The salon is a sleepy hollow with no customers, and I rudely interrupt the smartphone obsession of 3 girls. The youngest, Jen, gives me a competent manicure and pedicure for P130. She hardly says a word, but often inhales noisily through her congested nose.
I'm out of mouthwash, so I walk to the SM Mall and buy some. Also treat myself to a delicious buko shake, before heading over to Raymond St blow row.
Went for yet another Thai massage last night. My therapist was Gloria from Cebu, 4 kids, an eminently doable MILF.
When their other customer was finished, and Gloria and I were the only ones left in a massage area with curtained-off cubicles, she asked me out of the blue, "You married, sir?"
I say no and try to explain why I think I'm better off single. Gloria seems enthused about kneading the body of a 60-yr-old bachelor. She stresses she's separated (there's no divorce in the Philippines).
*I learn, her kids stayed in Cebu when she accepted a 1-yr-contract with the Nuat Thai chain.*"I'm alone here," Gloria says, unmistakably fishing for interest. "No boyfriend."
She also offers to be my tour guide on my next visit to the Philippines and says, at one point, "Take me with you to Canada."
I like Gloria's mature-cutie *looks. *For a moment I'm tempted *to ask if she'd give me some more massage at my hotel after work--but then think the better of it. I sense, this *lady could be trouble, and I certainly don't need drama during my final vacation days.*
---
Woke up super*horny this morning. Normally I just jerk off--but here in Angeles, this would be an unforgivable waste. I toy with the idea of visiting the 24-hr bars on blow row.
*But then I check my e-mail and click on the Philippine Addicts link to reports of yet another Raymond bar raid on April 26. Do they really want to strangle this city's Golden Goose and consign sex trade workers to destitution, in an overpopulated country with over 50 percent unemployment?
Decide to go and personally check out the blow-row situation on the ground.
---
But first, I need breakfast and stop in at the Sunset Garden Resort, which is listed on the Asian Escapades website as giving members a 10 percent discount. The food is mediocre at best, and my waitress hot-looking but unsmiling.*
She has never seen an Asian Escapades membership card and initially refuses to give me my discount. Would have been surprised if this kind of discount system worked smoothly in the Philippines.
I ask to see the manager, but it's his day off. I eventually sort things out with the receptionist, who requires me to run back to my hotel to get ID. Not a place I'll ever patronize again.
---
Sauntering toward Fields along backstreets, I decide it's time for a *manicure. My nails are getting a little too long for anal digits.
*I enter a hair salon on Narciso. They also offer massage, but there's a sign saying, "Pure therapeutic massage...no extra services." Possibly just window dressing for the authorities?*
The salon is a sleepy hollow with no customers, and I rudely interrupt the smartphone obsession of 3 girls. The youngest, Jen, gives me a competent manicure and pedicure for P130. She hardly says a word, but often inhales noisily through her congested nose.
I'm out of mouthwash, so I walk to the SM Mall and buy some. Also treat myself to a delicious buko shake, before heading over to Raymond St blow row.
DAY 12 in Angeles: Poon with Cherise @ Prince of Wales
Interesting: two of the 4 Raymond blow-row bars are closed, but the other two--Prince of Wales and Love Knob--are going strong, with over a dozen mostly attractive girls milling about.
Suddenly I see a familiar face: Cherise, with whom I cavorted upstairs in this bar last fall. She's 26, 2 kids, from Cebu, with an exotically lovely face and a more voluptuous built than most Filipinas.
Cherise immediately identifies me as "the guy with the vibrator." My own dim memories of our tryst are entirely favorable. So why not do a repeat? Her looks are 100 percent up my alley, and the ice between us is already broken.*
I see lots of girls smoking. To my delight, Cherise is a smoker too, but out of cigarettes. I give mamsan P100 to get a pack from a store around the corner.*
There's no more upstairs banging since the raids; so I need to take Cherise back to my hotel. The P800 donation is now given directly to the girl, at session's end. Fine by me. Though I like the sleaziness of backroom boom-boom, in this sweltering heat I like good air conditioning even more.
As we're about to leave the bar, another cute girl says to me, "Please be nice to my sister." During the trike ride to my hotel Cherise confirms, that's her 24-yr-old sister Rachelle. She'd love me to invite her and her sister together for a 3-some.
Cherise projects the radiant wholesomeness, cheery disposition and vibrant sensuality of a woman endowed with superb genes. Having sex, in a way that pleases both the man and herself, seems totally second nature to her.
Our romp unfolds at my ideal pace: shower, smoky BBBJ, plenty of smoky kisses, DATY while she smokes, and enthusiastic vibrator play. I let it rip in every position I can think of.
Apart from erotic smoking, Cherise especially thrills me by agreeing to nude action photos--and letting me ease the length of my finger up her pooper. Good thing I just got a manicure. But when I suggest Greek, she sweetly says, "Not comfortable."
For about 45 min, we enjoy the intense workout of two highly-sexed people whooping it up without inhibition, before I joyously explode.
---
Cherise is happy to hug and chat. She says, I was only the bar's 2nd customer this morning. Business is slow since the raids, and these girls have bills to pay. No one helps them, except us mongers.
I also learn, Cherise's 2-yr-old was recently injured when he ran after a ball out into the street. As I give her P1500--the required P800 donation plus a well-deserved P700 tip--Cherise thanks me and says, "Now I can buy medicine for my boy."
---
*Cherise and I take a trike back to her bar. I want to read the ominous 5-page goverment document that's scotch-taped to each of the two doors of the closed bars. This document supposedly explains the reason for the closures. I detach one document and take it to a nearby computer shop for photocopying.
*In essence, this document says that the Philippine police and other officials, together with an organization called "International Justice Mission," conducted an "entrapment and rescue operation on 13 January 2014" during which a girl under the age of 18 was found to have engaged*in prostitution.*
One of the blow-row girls told me, an undercover member of the US-based IJM specifically asked for an underage girl--and the mamasan was foolish enough to provide one. So this was clear entrapment.
No sane person is in favor of underage sex workers. But I wonder if the real agenda behind these raids isn't*some people's attempt to oppress other people's way of expressing their sexuality.*
Clearly, the needs of millions of destitute women in the Philippines aren't*going away anytime soon. Many of these desperate women (mostly mothers abandoned without support by the fathers of their children) will always seek ways to feed their families by supplying the enormous demand for erotic services.*
So*bar raids and closures will increase street prostitution and underground prostitution in the Philippines, at enormous risk to the safety of sex workers.*Just some thoughts going through my mind right now...
Interesting: two of the 4 Raymond blow-row bars are closed, but the other two--Prince of Wales and Love Knob--are going strong, with over a dozen mostly attractive girls milling about.
Suddenly I see a familiar face: Cherise, with whom I cavorted upstairs in this bar last fall. She's 26, 2 kids, from Cebu, with an exotically lovely face and a more voluptuous built than most Filipinas.
Cherise immediately identifies me as "the guy with the vibrator."
My own dim memories of our tryst are entirely favorable. So why not do a repeat? Her looks are 100 percent up my alley, and the ice between us is already broken.*I see lots of girls smoking. To my delight, Cherise is a smoker too, but out of cigarettes. I give mamsan P100 to get a pack from a store around the corner.*
There's no more upstairs banging since the raids; so I need to take Cherise back to my hotel. The P800 donation is now given directly to the girl, at session's end. Fine by me. Though I like the sleaziness of backroom boom-boom, in this sweltering heat I like good air conditioning even more.
As we're about to leave the bar, another cute girl says to me, "Please be nice to my sister." During the trike ride to my hotel Cherise confirms, that's her 24-yr-old sister Rachelle. She'd love me to invite her and her sister together for a 3-some.
Cherise projects the radiant wholesomeness, cheery disposition and vibrant sensuality of a woman endowed with superb genes. Having sex, in a way that pleases both the man and herself, seems totally second nature to her.
Our romp unfolds at my ideal pace: shower, smoky BBBJ, plenty of smoky kisses, DATY while she smokes, and enthusiastic vibrator play. I let it rip in every position I can think of.
Apart from erotic smoking, Cherise especially thrills me by agreeing to nude action photos--and letting me ease the length of my finger up her pooper. Good thing I just got a manicure. But when I suggest Greek, she sweetly says, "Not comfortable."
For about 45 min, we enjoy the intense workout of two highly-sexed people whooping it up without inhibition, before I joyously explode.
---
Cherise is happy to hug and chat. She says, I was only the bar's 2nd customer this morning. Business is slow since the raids, and these girls have bills to pay. No one helps them, except us mongers.
I also learn, Cherise's 2-yr-old was recently injured when he ran after a ball out into the street. As I give her P1500--the required P800 donation plus a well-deserved P700 tip--Cherise thanks me and says, "Now I can buy medicine for my boy."
---
*Cherise and I take a trike back to her bar. I want to read the ominous 5-page goverment document that's scotch-taped to each of the two doors of the closed bars. This document supposedly explains the reason for the closures. I detach one document and take it to a nearby computer shop for photocopying.
*In essence, this document says that the Philippine police and other officials, together with an organization called "International Justice Mission," conducted an "entrapment and rescue operation on 13 January 2014" during which a girl under the age of 18 was found to have engaged*in prostitution.*
One of the blow-row girls told me, an undercover member of the US-based IJM specifically asked for an underage girl--and the mamasan was foolish enough to provide one. So this was clear entrapment.
No sane person is in favor of underage sex workers. But I wonder if the real agenda behind these raids isn't*some people's attempt to oppress other people's way of expressing their sexuality.*
Clearly, the needs of millions of destitute women in the Philippines aren't*going away anytime soon. Many of these desperate women (mostly mothers abandoned without support by the fathers of their children) will always seek ways to feed their families by supplying the enormous demand for erotic services.*
So*bar raids and closures will increase street prostitution and underground prostitution in the Philippines, at enormous risk to the safety of sex workers.*Just some thoughts going through my mind right now...
DAY 12 evening: Falling for a bargirl's game
Around 7pm I get another relaxing Thai massage from small but strong Lolita. I'm planning a bar-hop next.
I start with a fairly new bar named Mischief, which long-time Angeles resident Jim Dale just reviewed on his Harry-the-Horse website. And he's right--some "very attractive dancers and waitresses" here.
Sitting down across from the stage, I see a lovely dancer beaming a sweet smile at me. She's a little too young for my preference, but I should have called her down. Instead, I make a mistake: I let myself be chosen, rather than doing the choosing.
The waitress that serves my mango juice sits down expectantly on the couch next to me. She's Grace, 25, 1 kid, from Manila. She finished highschool and speaks clear English.
She also has a kind of flawed, troubled beauty that intrigues me. I spring for the lady drink of her choice, a San Miguel Light, which of course is a "double" for P300. We talk and touch for the better part of an hour.
After about 15 min I like Grace well enough to ask if we can spend the night together. Strangely, she doesn't jump at this chance for serious cash. She sounds ambivalent and non-committal. Eventually she says she worked only 2 weeks in this job and doesn't feel comfortable yet to spend a whole night with a customer. But short-time may be possible.
Fair enough. I foolishly take her response as a challenge and assume, she just needs time to warm up to me and develop more trust to agree to an overnighter. I don't go for short-time because I crave unrushed play.
But I eventually conclude, Grace is bad news. She's just playing me for lady drinks and wears her unhappiness too much on her sleeves.
So I leave, feeling disappointed but not really ripped off. For*less than $7, I got to bask in the aura of a young beauty, press my cheek against hers, inhale the feminine fragrance of her skin, and caress her smooth brown thighs.
---
Next I move on to the Jolly Frog to look for Kathy's best friend Virgie. Kathy recommended her as "very horny too," and we even discussed a possible 3-some. But mamasan Helen tells me, neither Virgie nor Kathy showed up in the last few days.
*I'm about to take off without a drink, when a smiley, tattooed, slightly puffy-faced girl named Lynn blocks my way out the door.
Around 7pm I get another relaxing Thai massage from small but strong Lolita. I'm planning a bar-hop next.
I start with a fairly new bar named Mischief, which long-time Angeles resident Jim Dale just reviewed on his Harry-the-Horse website. And he's right--some "very attractive dancers and waitresses" here.
Sitting down across from the stage, I see a lovely dancer beaming a sweet smile at me. She's a little too young for my preference, but I should have called her down. Instead, I make a mistake: I let myself be chosen, rather than doing the choosing.
The waitress that serves my mango juice sits down expectantly on the couch next to me. She's Grace, 25, 1 kid, from Manila. She finished highschool and speaks clear English.
She also has a kind of flawed, troubled beauty that intrigues me. I spring for the lady drink of her choice, a San Miguel Light, which of course is a "double" for P300. We talk and touch for the better part of an hour.
After about 15 min I like Grace well enough to ask if we can spend the night together. Strangely, she doesn't jump at this chance for serious cash. She sounds ambivalent and non-committal. Eventually she says she worked only 2 weeks in this job and doesn't feel comfortable yet to spend a whole night with a customer. But short-time may be possible.
Fair enough. I foolishly take her response as a challenge and assume, she just needs time to warm up to me and develop more trust to agree to an overnighter. I don't go for short-time because I crave unrushed play.
But I eventually conclude, Grace is bad news. She's just playing me for lady drinks and wears her unhappiness too much on her sleeves.
So I leave, feeling disappointed but not really ripped off. For*less than $7, I got to bask in the aura of a young beauty, press my cheek against hers, inhale the feminine fragrance of her skin, and caress her smooth brown thighs.
---
Next I move on to the Jolly Frog to look for Kathy's best friend Virgie. Kathy recommended her as "very horny too," and we even discussed a possible 3-some. But mamasan Helen tells me, neither Virgie nor Kathy showed up in the last few days.
*I'm about to take off without a drink, when a smiley, tattooed, slightly puffy-faced girl named Lynn blocks my way out the door.
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DAY 12 nighttime to DAY 13: Lynn @ Jolly Frog--hot romp and strange ending
The girl that blocks me from leaving Jolly Frog is the punky type: unusual colored hair; prominent tattoos; overt sexual aggressiveness. Not super beautiful--traces of hard living in her face--but still pretty in a slightly washed-up way.
The brash way Lynn talks about sucking and fucking within a minute of meeting me is convincingly slutty, and in refreshing contrast to Grace's ice princess attitude earlier. Of course I realize, a lot of this is show to attract business.
As I sit down, Lynn hops backward on my lap and wiggles her butt against Junior. Find out, she's 27 (though I'd have guessed older), from Leyte, has 1 kid, and just got hired at the Jolly Frog. Didn't finish highschool, but who cares when a girl is hot?
"So you like sex?" I ask.
"Of course," Lynn answers. "I am woman. I like fuck."
I'm hooked once I learn, Lynn also likes to smoke. I confirm that Lynn can stay with me until 9am tomorrow, before giving mamasan Helen the P1800 barfine plus a P50 tip.
On the way to my hotel, I buy Lynn a pack of Marlboro Lights. She says she smokes at least one pack a day. Would drive me bonkers in a GF but, with a casual romping partner, I find such self-destructiveness erotic.
As soon as we get to my room, we talk dirty and virtually rip off each other's clothes.*Lynn pulls down my underpants and gobbles up my unwashed cock.
She's eager to light a cigarette. "Look," she says as she sticks the lit cigarette into her shaved pussy.
"Wow, can I take a photo?" I ask. She readily consents.
By this time I'm so lust-crazed that I dispense with a shower and just go with the flow of spontaneous carnality. I get off on the idea of a dirty, sweaty, smelly rutting with this tattoo-covered hottie.
My disregard of normal hygiene doesn't go so far as doing DATY, but luckily she's totally into my vibrator. She projects an image of unleashed arousal. Beautiful brown spreadable kitty and asshole--and "Yes," she says, "I sometimes assfucking."
It's my second bang of the day, but to my surprise, she says it's her first in a month. She adds, "But I lots of experience," and goes on to prove it.
She's agile and energetic in all positions. Smokes one cigarette after another. Puts my vibrator up her butt and allows anal digits to my heart's content. Seems delighted when I spank her buttocks.
The only reason I don't ram Junior into her pooper is that I want to have a special treat to look forward to for*tomorrow morning.
I'm so excited by Lynn's sluttiness that I have two partial ejaculations, before I forcefully unload the rest of my man juice in mish.
---
We don't detach for a while, but lie joined in a sweaty embrace. An amazing find, I'm thinking. This lady is worlds apart from me in terms of background, but sexually we're super compatible!
Lynn keeps chain-smoking and tells me her biggest dream. No surprise there: she'd like to stop working in bars and fucking different men, and just find one man to take care of her and her 10-yr-old daughter. She says she doesn't care how old the man is, as long as he loves her.
But a Filipino man would probably not accept her bargirl past, and ensnaring a Western man will also be difficult for an uneducated chain-smoker with fading looks. Makes me realize how much tougher it is to achieve women's most common dream of monogamous love than men's most common dream of wild and crazy sex.
We shower separately on Lynn's request, then sit leaning against the headboard of the bed. I type my diary while Lynns plays with her smartphone.
I fall blissfully asleep beside her, feeling totally accepted in my sexual being and secure in the confidence that another steamy round awaits me in the morning.
If all works out, including my hopes of Greek, I'll give Lynn a hefty tip. Sluttiness like hers, I feel, needs to be rewarded--and encouraged among women on this planet.
---
But life brings endless surprises.
At about 6am I notice Lynn going to the bathroom with a lit cigarette in her mouth and stay for a long time. I think nothing of it, until she comes back to bed fully dressed.
"Hey," I say, wrapping myself around her, "are you cold or something?" I think, perhaps the air-con bothers her.
Lynn does't answer. I start caressing her, but she remains motionless. I rub her kitty through the panties--a favorite activity of mine--but she's as inert as a decapitated fish.
"What's the matter?" I say. "You not feeling well?"
"I headache," she replies morosely. "And I need go Hygiene."
"Sorry to hear about your headache," I say. "But if you have your Hygiene appointment this morning, why didn't you tell me last night? You said you could stay until*9 o'clock."
It dawns on me that I have a "runner" on my hands: a girl who promises whatever is necessary to get barfined--but then does not deliver the expected 2nd round in the morning.*
Lynn keeps silent and doesn't try to explain herself.*
*"You can leave now*if you want," I say.
She immediately*jumps out of bed and gathers her stuff. "I need money for trike," she says.
"Didn't mamasan give you your share of the barfine last night?" I ask. Lynn says no. I want to get rid of her with as little unpleasantness as possible, so I give her P100.
"That all you give me?" she says.
"Look Lynn," I say. "I enjoyed my time with you last night, but you lied to me. We agreed you'd stay till 9 so we can have one more boom-boom. But now you're running off."
She responds with frosty silence.*
*I accompany *Lynn downstairs, past the security guard. He would otherwise stop her, to check with me that she's not sneaking out after stealing something from my room.
"Bye bye Lynn," I say. "Wish you well."*
Again no response from her. She just walks off as if I no longer existed.*
---
Wow, I'm thinking,*this lady is a mess.*
Yesterday's wild sexpot turned into an ogre today--just like, in marriages, the sweet hot bride sooner or later turns into dead weight. Male-female relationships are like a soap bubble that may burst anytime.
*I wonder if I should report Lynn's behavior to mamasan Helen tonight and possibly get her fired.
*But no real harm done by her running off.*True, she dashed my hopes of kinky morning sex, but my total investment was less than $50.
*Looking on the bright side, I've a healthy load stored up which I can probably discharge just as pleasurably with a fresh girl *than I might have with Lynn.
*May even take up Cherise on her offer of a*3-some with her sister Rachelle.
The girl that blocks me from leaving Jolly Frog is the punky type: unusual colored hair; prominent tattoos; overt sexual aggressiveness. Not super beautiful--traces of hard living in her face--but still pretty in a slightly washed-up way.
The brash way Lynn talks about sucking and fucking within a minute of meeting me is convincingly slutty, and in refreshing contrast to Grace's ice princess attitude earlier. Of course I realize, a lot of this is show to attract business.
As I sit down, Lynn hops backward on my lap and wiggles her butt against Junior. Find out, she's 27 (though I'd have guessed older), from Leyte, has 1 kid, and just got hired at the Jolly Frog. Didn't finish highschool, but who cares when a girl is hot?
"So you like sex?" I ask.
"Of course," Lynn answers. "I am woman. I like fuck."
I'm hooked once I learn, Lynn also likes to smoke. I confirm that Lynn can stay with me until 9am tomorrow, before giving mamasan Helen the P1800 barfine plus a P50 tip.
On the way to my hotel, I buy Lynn a pack of Marlboro Lights. She says she smokes at least one pack a day. Would drive me bonkers in a GF but, with a casual romping partner, I find such self-destructiveness erotic.
As soon as we get to my room, we talk dirty and virtually rip off each other's clothes.*Lynn pulls down my underpants and gobbles up my unwashed cock.
She's eager to light a cigarette. "Look," she says as she sticks the lit cigarette into her shaved pussy.
"Wow, can I take a photo?" I ask. She readily consents.
By this time I'm so lust-crazed that I dispense with a shower and just go with the flow of spontaneous carnality. I get off on the idea of a dirty, sweaty, smelly rutting with this tattoo-covered hottie.
My disregard of normal hygiene doesn't go so far as doing DATY, but luckily she's totally into my vibrator. She projects an image of unleashed arousal. Beautiful brown spreadable kitty and asshole--and "Yes," she says, "I sometimes assfucking."
It's my second bang of the day, but to my surprise, she says it's her first in a month. She adds, "But I lots of experience," and goes on to prove it.
She's agile and energetic in all positions. Smokes one cigarette after another. Puts my vibrator up her butt and allows anal digits to my heart's content. Seems delighted when I spank her buttocks.
The only reason I don't ram Junior into her pooper is that I want to have a special treat to look forward to for*tomorrow morning.
I'm so excited by Lynn's sluttiness that I have two partial ejaculations, before I forcefully unload the rest of my man juice in mish.
---
We don't detach for a while, but lie joined in a sweaty embrace. An amazing find, I'm thinking. This lady is worlds apart from me in terms of background, but sexually we're super compatible!
Lynn keeps chain-smoking and tells me her biggest dream. No surprise there: she'd like to stop working in bars and fucking different men, and just find one man to take care of her and her 10-yr-old daughter. She says she doesn't care how old the man is, as long as he loves her.
But a Filipino man would probably not accept her bargirl past, and ensnaring a Western man will also be difficult for an uneducated chain-smoker with fading looks. Makes me realize how much tougher it is to achieve women's most common dream of monogamous love than men's most common dream of wild and crazy sex.
We shower separately on Lynn's request, then sit leaning against the headboard of the bed. I type my diary while Lynns plays with her smartphone.
I fall blissfully asleep beside her, feeling totally accepted in my sexual being and secure in the confidence that another steamy round awaits me in the morning.
If all works out, including my hopes of Greek, I'll give Lynn a hefty tip. Sluttiness like hers, I feel, needs to be rewarded--and encouraged among women on this planet.
---
But life brings endless surprises.
At about 6am I notice Lynn going to the bathroom with a lit cigarette in her mouth and stay for a long time. I think nothing of it, until she comes back to bed fully dressed.
"Hey," I say, wrapping myself around her, "are you cold or something?" I think, perhaps the air-con bothers her.
Lynn does't answer. I start caressing her, but she remains motionless. I rub her kitty through the panties--a favorite activity of mine--but she's as inert as a decapitated fish.
"What's the matter?" I say. "You not feeling well?"
"I headache," she replies morosely. "And I need go Hygiene."
"Sorry to hear about your headache," I say. "But if you have your Hygiene appointment this morning, why didn't you tell me last night? You said you could stay until*9 o'clock."
It dawns on me that I have a "runner" on my hands: a girl who promises whatever is necessary to get barfined--but then does not deliver the expected 2nd round in the morning.*
Lynn keeps silent and doesn't try to explain herself.*
*"You can leave now*if you want," I say.
She immediately*jumps out of bed and gathers her stuff. "I need money for trike," she says.
"Didn't mamasan give you your share of the barfine last night?" I ask. Lynn says no. I want to get rid of her with as little unpleasantness as possible, so I give her P100.
"That all you give me?" she says.
"Look Lynn," I say. "I enjoyed my time with you last night, but you lied to me. We agreed you'd stay till 9 so we can have one more boom-boom. But now you're running off."
She responds with frosty silence.*
*I accompany *Lynn downstairs, past the security guard. He would otherwise stop her, to check with me that she's not sneaking out after stealing something from my room.
"Bye bye Lynn," I say. "Wish you well."*
Again no response from her. She just walks off as if I no longer existed.*
---
Wow, I'm thinking,*this lady is a mess.*
Yesterday's wild sexpot turned into an ogre today--just like, in marriages, the sweet hot bride sooner or later turns into dead weight. Male-female relationships are like a soap bubble that may burst anytime.
*I wonder if I should report Lynn's behavior to mamasan Helen tonight and possibly get her fired.
*But no real harm done by her running off.*True, she dashed my hopes of kinky morning sex, but my total investment was less than $50.
*Looking on the bright side, I've a healthy load stored up which I can probably discharge just as pleasurably with a fresh girl *than I might have with Lynn.
*May even take up Cherise on her offer of a*3-some with her sister Rachelle.
DAY 13 in Angeles: Hoping to make the most of my last day
After lunch at Bretto's on Perimeter, I walk over to Fields. Near the corner with Raymond, I give a cute girl a friendly smile. Turns out, she's a freelancer, and my smile is all it takes for her to run after me. I momentarily consider her as an option. But it's my lasf day in Angeles, and I don't just want a run-of-the-mill lay today.
"I've plans," I say to her. "You're a sweet lady. Perhaps I see you later."
I cut south on Santos, where at least 5 blow-row bars are fully operational. No evidence of bar raids here, and lots of attractive choices. Then I walk across to McArthur, where I buy a roast chicken from the street vendor.
*I stroll back along Walking Street to Raymond. Many bars are already open, with ravishing door girls touting male passerbys to come inside. The only thing in short supply seem to be customers. I guess, news of *bar raids travels like wildfire and badly hurts business.
At the Prince of Wales bar on Raymond I'm immediately surrounded by girls, including Cherise and her sister Racel.*Yesterday I mentioned to Cherise, I might pick up both of them at 11am, which she took to be a promise. I've often found, women have a way of interpreting a man's most casual "maybe" as a promise.
It's now almost*2pm.*But Cherise and Racel seem doubly happy I showed up at all, when they already gave up hope. Ironically, my lateness makes them appreciate me more.
I briefly sit down with Racel inside the bar. *Always like the chance to warm up to a potential romping partner conversationally first: tends to make the sex much better.
Racel is a smiley 24-yr-old with 1 kid, mildly voluptuous like her 2-yrs-older sister, and attractive to me even sans makeup, with a cute little mole on the side of her nose.
I've instant rapport with Racel. Guess Cherise impressed on her, I'm a good guy. Racel seems relaxed about the prospect of helping her sister spoil me sexually.
We hail a trike, whose driver took a kid along to work. The kid moves in front of the driver, Cherise sits behind the driver, and Racel and I squeeze together in the compartment, holding each other.
After lunch at Bretto's on Perimeter, I walk over to Fields. Near the corner with Raymond, I give a cute girl a friendly smile. Turns out, she's a freelancer, and my smile is all it takes for her to run after me. I momentarily consider her as an option. But it's my lasf day in Angeles, and I don't just want a run-of-the-mill lay today.
"I've plans," I say to her. "You're a sweet lady. Perhaps I see you later."
I cut south on Santos, where at least 5 blow-row bars are fully operational. No evidence of bar raids here, and lots of attractive choices. Then I walk across to McArthur, where I buy a roast chicken from the street vendor.
*I stroll back along Walking Street to Raymond. Many bars are already open, with ravishing door girls touting male passerbys to come inside. The only thing in short supply seem to be customers. I guess, news of *bar raids travels like wildfire and badly hurts business.
At the Prince of Wales bar on Raymond I'm immediately surrounded by girls, including Cherise and her sister Racel.*Yesterday I mentioned to Cherise, I might pick up both of them at 11am, which she took to be a promise. I've often found, women have a way of interpreting a man's most casual "maybe" as a promise.
It's now almost*2pm.*But Cherise and Racel seem doubly happy I showed up at all, when they already gave up hope. Ironically, my lateness makes them appreciate me more.
I briefly sit down with Racel inside the bar. *Always like the chance to warm up to a potential romping partner conversationally first: tends to make the sex much better.
Racel is a smiley 24-yr-old with 1 kid, mildly voluptuous like her 2-yrs-older sister, and attractive to me even sans makeup, with a cute little mole on the side of her nose.
I've instant rapport with Racel. Guess Cherise impressed on her, I'm a good guy. Racel seems relaxed about the prospect of helping her sister spoil me sexually.
We hail a trike, whose driver took a kid along to work. The kid moves in front of the driver, Cherise sits behind the driver, and Racel and I squeeze together in the compartment, holding each other.
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DAY 13 in Angeles: Duo with sisters Cherise and Racel @ Prince of Wales
First thing Cherise says when get to my hotel is, "Sorry, forgot bring cigarettes. You like girl smoking."
Not a problem: I tell the sisters I'll rush to the store 2 min away to buy smokes while they can shower. I say I'd like to see them naked on the bed when I come back.
Both sisters like menthol cigarettes; sounds like I might be in for a smoke fest like never before.
I return to the sight of two stacked and lovely Filipinas with shaved kitties bang-ready in my hotel room. *I shower quickly too, and we get the show on the road.
I kick things off with DATY, first on Racel and then on Cherise, while each of the sisters smokes her first cigarette.*They've beautifully plump, identical pussies.
"Where's your vibrator?" Cherise asks. I'm pleased to be able to hand each of the sisters her own vibrator. *I*find my sleek white little LifeSaver so session-enhancing that I brought two of them along on this trip--in case one should break down or get lost. The sisters are real vibrator junkies, and both are ready kissers.
I feed my semi-tumescent soldier into Racel's smoke-blowing mouth, and then into Cherise's. Their sucking is equally terrific.
I don a condom.*Since I've done Cherise twice before and Racel is new to me, I plunge first into Racel's honeypot for a few min and then into Cherise's. No condom change is required, as the sisters are totally okay sharing body fluids.*
After mish I Iet Cherise hop on for CG, and a few min later switch to ACG with *Racel. I use the opportunity to reach around the waist of each girl and ease a finger into their poopers.
I'm glad now things didn't pan out with Lynn this morning, because my horniness would otherwise not have been at such white heat, which helps me stay solidly erect.
Then it's doggie time. First I doggie Racel while kissing Cherise and telling her to rub her sister's butthole. Cherise is happy to oblige. When I switch to doggie with Cherise, Racel and I kiss, and she happily rubs her sister's starfish as well. Cherise's pooper gapes easily, so I make Racel stick a fingertip up inside it.
The sisters are totally at ease being interactive. Without much prompting from me, they're happy to kiss each other and fondle each other's boobs. Cherise, who is the more vocal of the two, tells me that watching her sister getting fucked turns her on.*
Feels great to do a lot of pussy-switching without having to worry about condom changes. I use up 3 condoms, but only because they filled up with spunk from partial ejaculations.
For the finale I get the girls to stretch out in mish and smoke another cigarette. I just love looking into their smiley, contented faces as they puff away. I pound first Cherise and then robust Racel, until I achieve a fantastic blowout.
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No doubt about it: my*best duo ever, an erotic highpoint and a fitting sendoff as I'm about to leave Angeles.*Makes me want to come back as soon as possible.
After washing up, we lie back down on the bed together, chatting, I'm in the middle with an arm around each girl, feeling like a million dollars. The girls let me take nude photos, "but just for your eyes."
After spending about 2 hrs *with the girls, I give each P1500, which is a total of around $70. The barfine woud only have come to $38. The generous tip makes these girls happy campers.
I walk the sisters downstairs and get the receptionist to take a few more photos of the 3 of us. Then they catch a trike and are merrily on their way back to the bar, while I thank fate for the blessings of my life.
First thing Cherise says when get to my hotel is, "Sorry, forgot bring cigarettes. You like girl smoking."
Not a problem: I tell the sisters I'll rush to the store 2 min away to buy smokes while they can shower. I say I'd like to see them naked on the bed when I come back.
Both sisters like menthol cigarettes; sounds like I might be in for a smoke fest like never before.
I return to the sight of two stacked and lovely Filipinas with shaved kitties bang-ready in my hotel room. *I shower quickly too, and we get the show on the road.
I kick things off with DATY, first on Racel and then on Cherise, while each of the sisters smokes her first cigarette.*They've beautifully plump, identical pussies.
"Where's your vibrator?" Cherise asks. I'm pleased to be able to hand each of the sisters her own vibrator. *I*find my sleek white little LifeSaver so session-enhancing that I brought two of them along on this trip--in case one should break down or get lost. The sisters are real vibrator junkies, and both are ready kissers.
I feed my semi-tumescent soldier into Racel's smoke-blowing mouth, and then into Cherise's. Their sucking is equally terrific.
I don a condom.*Since I've done Cherise twice before and Racel is new to me, I plunge first into Racel's honeypot for a few min and then into Cherise's. No condom change is required, as the sisters are totally okay sharing body fluids.*
After mish I Iet Cherise hop on for CG, and a few min later switch to ACG with *Racel. I use the opportunity to reach around the waist of each girl and ease a finger into their poopers.
I'm glad now things didn't pan out with Lynn this morning, because my horniness would otherwise not have been at such white heat, which helps me stay solidly erect.
Then it's doggie time. First I doggie Racel while kissing Cherise and telling her to rub her sister's butthole. Cherise is happy to oblige. When I switch to doggie with Cherise, Racel and I kiss, and she happily rubs her sister's starfish as well. Cherise's pooper gapes easily, so I make Racel stick a fingertip up inside it.
The sisters are totally at ease being interactive. Without much prompting from me, they're happy to kiss each other and fondle each other's boobs. Cherise, who is the more vocal of the two, tells me that watching her sister getting fucked turns her on.*
Feels great to do a lot of pussy-switching without having to worry about condom changes. I use up 3 condoms, but only because they filled up with spunk from partial ejaculations.
For the finale I get the girls to stretch out in mish and smoke another cigarette. I just love looking into their smiley, contented faces as they puff away. I pound first Cherise and then robust Racel, until I achieve a fantastic blowout.
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*
No doubt about it: my*best duo ever, an erotic highpoint and a fitting sendoff as I'm about to leave Angeles.*Makes me want to come back as soon as possible.
After washing up, we lie back down on the bed together, chatting, I'm in the middle with an arm around each girl, feeling like a million dollars. The girls let me take nude photos, "but just for your eyes."
After spending about 2 hrs *with the girls, I give each P1500, which is a total of around $70. The barfine woud only have come to $38. The generous tip makes these girls happy campers.
I walk the sisters downstairs and get the receptionist to take a few more photos of the 3 of us. Then they catch a trike and are merrily on their way back to the bar, while I thank fate for the blessings of my life.
DAY 13 in Angeles: Evening poon with Cindy @ Nifty's
My last night in sex lover's paradise...but I think I've had my fill today. So rather than bar hopping, I decide to go for a meditative stroll and soak up the summer night atmosphere.
Around 10pm I walk past the Xenum bars. I've often resisted the charms of doorgirls there--but this time, the girl who invites me into Nifty's radiates loveliness to a rare degree.
Cindy has the sweetest young-girl face, a slender figure, and a warm personality. She hasn't had a customer in 3 days, readily engages in sex talk, and seems eager for boom-boom with me. She says she loves to fuck.*
I let her get herself a "double" lady drink: a San Miguel Apple.*
Cindy is 22, from Manila, no kids, finished highschool, only a month in this job, and doing it to support her parents and 4 younger siblings. Her diabetic father had a heart attack and can't work, and he needs expensive medicine.*
*It's clear to me that I've put myself in opportunity's way here. I won't get to savor a sexually fired-up young Filipina beauty like this anytime soon again. Her*looks would qualify Cindy to dance in*one of the big bars in Angeles but, she says, she doesn't like to work alongside a hundred other girls. And her best friend Grace works in Nifty's too.
When I ask if the room upstairs is still available, to my surprise she says yes. The barfine is P1500 for a quickie upstairs and P1800 for take-out. I feel torn between my love of sleaze and my love of comfort. Cindy mentions she'd like a hot shower--so I take her back to my hotel.
My intuitions prove right: this girl's sexual responsiveness is beautifully alive, and she makes every effort to please. As we shower together, she wants to shave her kitty with one of my shavers, and I help her shave it.
She brought her half-finished beer along. I get her to drink from the bottle while I part her labia and dive in to munch on that smooth, wonderful young pussy. She's willing to try my vibrator and quickly learns to enjoy using it.*
She performs a fine BBBJ, then we do mish, doggie and ACG. Her kitty feels tight, but she accommodates me without complaint. She's so beautiful as she rides me, and so light and nimble, that I increase the speed and amplitude of her strokes with my hands until I shoot a happy load upwards into her.
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Cindy is hungry and wants to go eat rice. I've things to do to prepare for my flight home.*So we just cuddle a bit, and she lets me take some sexy photos, before I give her a P500 tip and walk her back to the bar.
Before we part, Cindy introduces me to her best friend Grace, another cute hottie, who expresses regret I can't barfine her this time around. Perhaps on my next trip.
Well, my last day in Angeles certainly ended with a bang. I can return home now, revitalized and rejuvenated, with a sense of "mission accomplished."
My last night in sex lover's paradise...but I think I've had my fill today. So rather than bar hopping, I decide to go for a meditative stroll and soak up the summer night atmosphere.
Around 10pm I walk past the Xenum bars. I've often resisted the charms of doorgirls there--but this time, the girl who invites me into Nifty's radiates loveliness to a rare degree.
Cindy has the sweetest young-girl face, a slender figure, and a warm personality. She hasn't had a customer in 3 days, readily engages in sex talk, and seems eager for boom-boom with me. She says she loves to fuck.*
I let her get herself a "double" lady drink: a San Miguel Apple.*
Cindy is 22, from Manila, no kids, finished highschool, only a month in this job, and doing it to support her parents and 4 younger siblings. Her diabetic father had a heart attack and can't work, and he needs expensive medicine.*
*It's clear to me that I've put myself in opportunity's way here. I won't get to savor a sexually fired-up young Filipina beauty like this anytime soon again. Her*looks would qualify Cindy to dance in*one of the big bars in Angeles but, she says, she doesn't like to work alongside a hundred other girls. And her best friend Grace works in Nifty's too.
When I ask if the room upstairs is still available, to my surprise she says yes. The barfine is P1500 for a quickie upstairs and P1800 for take-out. I feel torn between my love of sleaze and my love of comfort. Cindy mentions she'd like a hot shower--so I take her back to my hotel.
My intuitions prove right: this girl's sexual responsiveness is beautifully alive, and she makes every effort to please. As we shower together, she wants to shave her kitty with one of my shavers, and I help her shave it.
She brought her half-finished beer along. I get her to drink from the bottle while I part her labia and dive in to munch on that smooth, wonderful young pussy. She's willing to try my vibrator and quickly learns to enjoy using it.*
She performs a fine BBBJ, then we do mish, doggie and ACG. Her kitty feels tight, but she accommodates me without complaint. She's so beautiful as she rides me, and so light and nimble, that I increase the speed and amplitude of her strokes with my hands until I shoot a happy load upwards into her.
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Cindy is hungry and wants to go eat rice. I've things to do to prepare for my flight home.*So we just cuddle a bit, and she lets me take some sexy photos, before I give her a P500 tip and walk her back to the bar.
Before we part, Cindy introduces me to her best friend Grace, another cute hottie, who expresses regret I can't barfine her this time around. Perhaps on my next trip.
Well, my last day in Angeles certainly ended with a bang. I can return home now, revitalized and rejuvenated, with a sense of "mission accomplished."
Thanks again for sharing your adventures with us. It's great when a sp will allow pics n vids. U can always look back and see how it really was. I know that while I can remember going to this mp or that 1 the faces n bodies have faded from memory.
Hey Tant, what a great way to end your vacation. A dynamite interactive threesome, followed by a model quality perfect 10 twenty-two year old. With pics to remember it by. I'm sure you'll be back soon.
Any thoughts about mixing it up a bit and trying another SE Asian country? Pattaya is Thailand's analogue of Angeles, and is a place to see before it too submits to gentrification and the puritans.
Have a safe flight back to the mundane, bro.
Any thoughts about mixing it up a bit and trying another SE Asian country? Pattaya is Thailand's analogue of Angeles, and is a place to see before it too submits to gentrification and the puritans.
Have a safe flight back to the mundane, bro.
