Chinese take away at York
Been to York last week soon after 2 am, on Wednesday night
Quite busy, difficult to spot the ladies you like, as before only making few meters you get blocked by the most active. Short story… got a beer and within two minutes was trapped by two Chinese birds which would not leave me go around alone any more.
After all, why not, TonTon is slim (flat) nice face dark-red straight hair, her friend blond curly better rack, we agree 500 for both LT.
Back to 4pts, no problems entering, nobody cares. First time with two girls (had to try that), but would not repeat. BBBJ, 69 and cowgirl with both, just in case they were jealous of each other.
Sleep and another single wake up round. They left at 9:30. Nothing really impressive, but a good start at a bargain price.
Will post a couple of pics in the gallery forum.
Red
4th (repeated 3d) 5th and 6th experience + wrap up.
Yes, I have to catch up a bit.
Being advised after previous posts I went to the Mariners Club (Sea View). Quite a nice place. Impressive band playing 70ts and 80ts. Quiet when I came in but it was early (10-ish). Later more wg's, but still moderate number.
I think you could say this is the place to visit for a beer, nice music and just maybe, if you happen to walk into the right girl, but will be ones every 4 nights, a p4p experience. I wouldn't go here if you're definitly after p4p action (I think). No 4th experience at this occasion.
So back to Jockeys next evening. Ghanese Lilian was there again, but here "sister" (see earlier post) was not. As I had a very good experience with here, I decided to go for an encore. Very passionate again. Awsome massage.
Wednesday night. Despite the fact that I have written that this was to hectic for me (2nd) I decided to give this a second try and intended to be a bit more assertive. Worked out well. I had a good time in there and ended with a very nice choice of Chinese. Lily she calls herself. It was allready 2 am, so I guess the prices were dropping. Arranged 300 for all night at here's. Compared to earlier experiences she was more distant, Less passionate. So no WOW this time, but a good experience.
I definitle thought that was this was it for my Dubai time. Next afternoon I had to kill some time, felt like a beer so decided to go the the bar in York downstairs (immediatly right after entering hotel). I was there before, so I knew there was some scene going on there and i like that, also if I don't intend to take part. Mainly Afro. Gor into a chat with Penny. Slim girl, very pretty face. From Kenia. Bought here a drink, after making clear that she shouln't wasste to much time as I was not in for any buisiness. But nice conversation, and as expected she moved on after some time in order to be 'free' for business. She was definitly the prettiest of the gang. And after she ahd a short intro with a guy, she was sitting on here own again, as here gang mates were all involved in conversations with men. Well, this situation, and the fact that this was my very last day, made me give in to my weaknesses. To here place we went. Although perfect body (although maybe to slim and petite for most of you), in terms of passion she comes not even close to Lilian the Ghanese. And I turned out to have run out on stamina because of the evening before and a closing morning session with Lily. I should have kept to my intentions this afternoon.
Wrap up:
With the explicit NOTE that all this only comes from a two week visit so very limitted experience:
The Garage: Little mentioned in this forum, but would certainly visit it more if I were to stay in Dubai again. Quite atmosphere, but this was on a weekday.
York: Only visitted on busy nights. Quite hectic, but if you know how to say NO in a polite way (and I learned this quickly) you can have a hell of a time just looking around and drinking beers. And you will definitely find a gem to your taste here.
York downstairs bar: Very nice afternoon place to have a beer, smoke a sigar, have some pub food and have some short chats with the wg's, maybe more with one of them.
Jockeys (Panorama). Interesting place as well. Much smaller the York or The Garage, so you will not typically "wander around". Interesting place for weekdays when next day is working day and you want to finish off early.
Mariners (Sea View): Very nice place to enjoy some music and chat and drink with friends, with the option (but not intention) of picking up a nice girl.
THANKS to you all for the valuable info that I found in this forum. Especially to Piper and Bravo for their reactions on my posts.
Strollguy
2 Week Visit to the Love Region
Just got back from Abu Dhabi and Dubai. Went to all the usual places includiong, Jules, Regal, York, Cyclone, Premiure etc etc.
Best is still Cyclone (No Loud Music as they screwed up and played musioc after the boy died, so they are now banned for a month or something), there was one doll in there that took my fancy, however she would not budge from 2500 Dirhams. Now... dont think I'm cheap, but 2500 Dirhams for a Celion Dion look alike in my book is still expensive when you could have her just as good looking sister for 600 Dirhams.
Now that I'm back home I'm thinking I probably should have just went for it.
Anyhow, I didnt, I met a great girl in the nightclub in Abu Dhabi at Merridain, all night all action for 600 Dirhams. She was fantastic. Name Olga, light blonde hair and stands at the back near the DJ and Bar.
York is just a meat market, full of China and African, I dont get how guys go with these girls.. All to there own.
Regal had a good mix from CIS. Prices ranging from 400 - 1000.
Jules Bar, very quiet. Maybe 40 girls. used to be many more but I think they are turniong away some at the door. Spoke to alot of the girls in there but didnt partake as I was staying at that hotel and wanted to investigate further afield.
Premiur at the old Hyatt is still a good competitor to Cyclone, beware of the girls right at the door who say they will go for 500. basically you have to pay up front before you even leave the nightclub, she will give you a cig packet that is empty and she tell you to go to the toilet and put the money in there. you then come back and hand the cig's to her. She then goes to the toilet and give the money to her buddy. You will leave together but back in your room, she has no plastic and cant do this and cant do that... Chuck her out of your room and tell her you'll see her tommorow at Premiure for your money back. Soon she will see sense and produce plastic or hand back your money.
As has been said on this forum before and no doubt will be said again. MONEY IN THE MORNING, unless You have been with her before and she like's you, which will mean she trusts you and will not even speak about money to you.
Anyhow, good hunting my friends and be safe.
First timer to Dubai in April
Hello,
I am new here, infact this is my inaugural post! I am going to Dubai (and Amman, Beirut) as a tourist in April and staying at Sheraton Deira in Dubai. I have a couple of Qs regarding where to go.
Can anyone help me with address and how to get to Cyclone, York and other pick up places? Do Dubai have any massages possible with BJ, HJ and FS and take out? How many Chinese ladies usually in York and what is the best time to go there? Any pics of these places?
Appreciate if someone can shed a light on me. Any pointer or line would be great!
United man
Misadventures of a Misbegotten Minger-Mongerer in Dubai and India
oh how easy it is in amsterdam windows and german fkk clubs. how spoiled i have been and how unprepared for the thrill of the chase i was. in countries without the luxury of legal prostitution and german and dutch efficiency, how different it all is.
armed with my quick delve into the india section on isg, plus a wonderful private mail on dubai from twosorefeet of ignatz (before my banning) i thought it would be so easy for an experienced monger such as myself. what i did not realise, is that it is back to the drawing board. dumped back onto the bottom rung flailing about with tongue-tied inadequacy like an adolescent at his first party. negotiating like an eleven year old trying to buy cigarettes for his mum from an intransigent shop owner with an innate hatred of sweet-stealing smelly kids.
oh how the mighty had fallen.
i flew into bombay, confident of my looks, charm, wealthy paunch and most of all my wallet (stuffed as it was by company business expense money) in order to conduct my legitimate business and maybe get a little r&r in the evenings in the manner most guaranteed to de-stress a man in a foreign land.
needless to say i saw nothing at all. none of the information in the india section was of use to me in finding a local lassie. not even a lassie with tan and white fur and a starring role in a disney film. i did, however, through my contacts get offered an up and coming bollywood starlet, who shall remain nameless, but the price to the agent was truly shocking for the night. so much for them all being virgins, as i read in the emirates flight magazine. excuse me while i guffaw loudly.
next time in bombay/mumbai i have been promised some decent partying, but you need to be well connected to get the good action i feel. well, maybe next time.
the queue for check-in at mumbai airport is the only other man made object to be seen from outer space, other than the great wall of china. having braved the two-hour queue for ten whole minutes i bribed the porter to get me right to the front and get some valuable sleep for my undoubted great successes in dubai. a quick two thousand rupees and a lot of balls did the trick! well recommended on that 4 am emirates flight.
barely nourished by the terrible emirates breakfast food i checked into the renowned astoria hotel. mistake numero uno! despite the hypocrisy of letting every annoying chinese bint in dubai ply her high-pressure strutting stuff in tgi-thursdays, when sneaking your choice of the evening upstairs it’s a different story!
that is, assuming, you get a choice of course. my first afternoon beer and food went very badly. the advantage of the oude-kirk in the african section of amsterdam, is that the irritating window tappers are confined to their little prisons. you are safe. in tgi thursdays, these asian tigresses are on the loose. you cant get rid of them. i tried polite…no thankyou. i tried excuses.. i am with my wife, i am gay, i got my dick blown off by a landmine in the sudan. no luck. i tried being rude..”go away…shoo..” or even just ignoring them. nothing, they were relentless, rude and thoroughly obnoxious. this put such a dampener on the whole thing my ardour cooled quicker than the demeanour of a window girl being asked for anal for 35€.
my colleague and i sat down for something to eat from the barely acceptable menu, and the still followed us. i felt like asking, “you want a chip? piece of steak?”. in the end, we had to ask the waiter to stand guard over the table so we could eat in peace. he literally had to push them away and in the end even the white shirted security staff had to stand next to us to keep our table clear. absolute nightmare.
my appetite having failed me, i did not feel like an afternoon takeaway. not even the russians working there tempted me into a doggy-bag. all there was to do was go shopping and get some rest and try the bars and clubs recommended to me by twosorefeet.
my first port of call was jules bar at the hyatt regency. the cabaret band was pleasant and some of the women half acceptable. i found the women hard to “interview” though, because once you have smiled at them, it seems almost like they think you are obligated to take it further. unfortunately, i did not feel like tying myself up so early, even for a “short-time” with my hotel being so far away. i decided to try for an all-nighter. its been so long since i had done that, i was hot for the early morning alarm bj.
on then, we charged to the premiere club. expensive to get in. drink prices more stella than the lager and the music turned down to allow for talking, the place lacked charm or atmosphere. however this is no central london hotspot, it was a meat market with only one purpose for its existence. mongering. now this felt like a place i could do business.
the first thing i noticed is the absence of chinese and the presence of quite a few attractive russians and rumanians. nothing likely to make your jaw drop though, the girls always seemed a little “flawed” somehow. nevertheless, those who know my previous postings, know that sometimes i get my “fat head” on and i can become a bit of a chubby –chaser.
at the end of the night, this came in useful. i saw one stunning moroccan girl who tempted me, and one rumanian who was a looker but seemed to go inexplicably cool on me when i mentioned my hotel room. more of that later. my attention was captivated by a larger lady of about 30 years old with that feline-eyed moscovite look, blonde streaked hair and a marilyn ***roe figure. well, maybe a touch more generous than that, but who cared with time running out and drinks at those prices.
my first negotiation went easy. easy because i just accepted the first price for all-night that was mentioned. what a stupid mistake. her name was julia and she asked for 1000 dhs. i just said “ok” and left for the astoria. this is when the fun started.
the taxi drive was peculiar because she sat as far away from me as she could on the back seat. her english was limited but good enough and eventually before arriving at the hotel she went in for a little adventurous handholding. on arrival, being “smart” i sent her to my room first past reception. i went in behind and got the key. unfortunately the african security guard, who was very apologetic about interrupting “my pleasure” had nabbed the girl and told her to sit down. despite all offers of bribes he forced her down to reception where we had to hand in her passport.
have you noticed how you are two pages into this report and there has not been any sex yet? well now you know how i was feeling by this time. we got to the front desk and, disaster! she only had a photocopy of her passport and the clerk “for your own safety and protection” wanted her full passport held behind the desk until morning when she left.
thinking the game was up i tried to get rid of her, but she insisted i take her home to her place to get her taxi and pick up her passport, then return. having lost all enthusiasm and confidence by this point i just went along with it so i got laid at last.
the taxi ride was 20 mins there and 20 back. her flat, some pokey hole in a high-rise apartment. we got back to the hotel and deposited the passport. she was pretty unhappy by this point. we got to the room and then we negotiated the taxi, which i kept to 16 dhs. she seemed happy enough then we got down to business. i brushed teeth and washed, she got half undressed. i got into bed while she went to the bathroom and did the usual girl stuff that does not concern me (thanks very much – don’t know, don’t want to know). she cam out and did the sexy strip thing with her back to me. ugh! what a sight. even for a chubby chaser that big fat wobbly spotty bottom was a touch on the ample side. nonetheless, i was horny as hell. no sex in bombay, sharing with a male roommate, so no wanking either. no sex yet in dubai, what the hell! she kissed me and i thought…hmmm, almost gfe, this is going to work.
she wasn’t a big moaner, which i like, and things went well, even though my arms couldn’t rest on the bed when i was on top of her. i could work with that. the blowjob was covered, no negotiation, but i can live with that too. the sex started otherwise well and i just got on with the job of satisfying the one person that mattered. me. anyway, after about twenty minutes of apparently ecstatically enjoying herself, she went total starfish on me. no kisses, nothing. i said “what’s wrong?”. she said “why you not come”. oooohhhhhh fuck. another one of these. i nearly said it was because she was ugly and fat and that she should shut the fuck up and let me concentrate, but i didn’t. i just said i like to do it for a long time. well she was evidently not into a long time. no way hose!!! kisses, hugs everything stopped. apparently, my now fading erectile member was persona non grata inside her chubby cha cha, so i did the honourable thing and stopped. she then realised i was on the verge of making an unrealistic, but pesky money-back complaint so she offered a hand job finish. i got off on that ok, well, its less work for me, heaving my 15 stone frame up and down on what amounted to 150 lbs of blubber right?
after my happy finish i showered and thought, well, maybe another round in the morning. hah, when i got back, the ***** was half dressed. what’s going on i asked? “you said till morning!”. she replied “my visa runs outtoday. my “sponsor” read pimp, has to fly me out then back in again. my flight is at 6 o’clock and its four o’clock now. (bulshit i thought). anyway, whats the point in arguing.. put it down to experience. i said “do what the hell you want love” and turned on thetv. realising her potential for repeat business had finally gone to nothing she tried to act all warm and kiss me goodbye. yeah right.
two nights later i went out again to the cyclone. i saw her waiting there for a client with no luck. she recognised me but looked sheepish. right. julia from moscow. medium height, streaked hair, pretty face, wide arse. avoid.
my next opportunity was on saturday night. first i went to watch manchester united vs. liverpool at jockeys at the panorama hotel on al mankool st. nice bar. the match went my way (united won) and only spoiled occasionally by one african girl who insisted on clinging to my leg like a homesick turd, despite all polite remonstrations to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] off and let me watch the footy in peace. the ghana girl in question though was totally stunning and quite sweet. never got her name, but it was not her name that interested me. i was very tempted, but three out of four african experiences tend to be bad for me, so i did not want to try and beat the odds with only one day left.
i went to cyclone and here my final education began. my jaw literally hit the floor. it was full of top class east european totty. even though there was no music because the sound system broke, even though drinks were so expensive i was tempted to lick the floor for spills and even the mine-sweepers were having lean pickings, even though the girls are not allowed to touch a client in any way, i was in pig-heaven. of course the lack of smooching and music swept away any laughable pretence that this was a real nightclub. this was a meat market. on the left hand side is the sweet and sour chinese collection. enter at your peril. on the right, is the stroganoff and goulash selection. all spicy and hot and ready to go.
this is where i found it difficult. being on your own makes you look like a lone spanner in a toolbox. i was a prime target for the hasslers. then there was the fact some girls did not seem to friendly even though some were aggressively friendly. then i talked to some and got grilled, what do you do, where are you staying. i then realised, hey…these girls are interviewing me. they wantthe best hotels, the richest clients, potential marriage prospects. well, i was certainly not into that. if i wanted to chat a girl up i could do that at home. i just wanted it easy. “how much? what do you o for that and how long for?” followed by “ok, let’s go and have fun. there was also the fact these girls had the strangetactic of standing in groups and hiding the pretty one. that meant to me, hiding the threat to their business. girls in groups are notoriously hard to get into, which led me to think that perhaps some of these girls were legitimate and out in groups for comfort. well, you never know do you? my heart went cold at the thought of propositioning a respectable woman.
nearing the end, my feet were getting sore. a russian girl who’s name i forget had been chasing me all night. she was really cute. she had a great bubby personality and risked all by giving me a neck massage to the annoyance of the morality police in the nightclub.
funnily enough, i am certain you can see this girl under the isg pictures forum posted by piper1 as one of his blonde favourites. he is fucking her and you can just see the black lip liner in the photo.
by this time i was staying in the ambassador hotel. girls are banned….beware! being a clever so and so though, i made friends with the security guys and arranged (for 100 dhs fee) to get any girl of my choice into the hotel.
i took my choice for the night back. she was totally different. hugging up close to me in the taxi, i explained the manoeuvre to get in and she giggled and it felt like we were naughty teenagers sneaking into each other’s rooms.
we got to the hotel and some panicked security guys were there. it didn’t look good. “its no good boss!”. “what, i asked?”. “it’s the wrong guy on the desk. we can’t bribe him, he is totally work, work, work, like tunnel yes?”. “ok, i said, sneak her round the back of the hotel up the service elevators and i will go to the room.” “ok” they said and i went to my room..
i waited and the doorbell rang. it was some security guys looking really apologetic and sweating like pigs. “we can’t do it boss. the head of security is on duty round the back and the check in guy won’t leave the counter for anything.” i cruelly waived the hundred and they went weak at the knees literally groaning at the missed opportunity. then i knew it was genuine. she was not coming up.
i went downstairs and talked to the clerk to try and distract, whilst my russian girl made a brave dash for the elevator. brilliant, brave, but fated. he caught her and said “where are you going” making it look like he was talking to some piece of shit. that really annoyed me. i felt like claiming it was my wife and checking her in. one look at the passport would have blown that though.
what could i do? all i could do was give her the hundred and put her in the taxi. next time, my love, then i will fuck your brains out. my hand took the brunt that night!
that’s my first floundering trip to india and dubai. next time i will know better, research more and get some real long time quality gfe.
plus the ambassador hotel can go fuck itself.
photos of the girl below with piper1 from isg.
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