Solomon Islands

[PacificDude]

Hi guys,

Any updates for Honiara? Off there next week but need some up to date advice where to go and where not to go! I've heard Honiara is pretty easy to find a fuck but any tips appreciated!

[Possessed Seoul]

The Solomons is a hidden gem IMHO, but was never on my radar until I visited for business. I meant to write it up at the time, but forgot. Most of the action here took place a couple of years ago, and I understand things are now a bit constrained due to Covid, but I hope to visit again once the pandemic is over.

Honiara, the capital, is basically one main road from the airport through to the CBD and beyond to the west, where the conurbation starts to thin out. Most people live in settlements in the hills behind the main road. Honiara is a typical primate city, attracting people from all over this diverse country. It's hot, dusty, muggy and pisses down rain frequently. You can enjoy a beer by the water and watch overcrowded passenger ferries taking people to and from Malaita, Western Province and all points beyond.

Anything western you pay for here will be expensive. It's the usual "island economy" syndrome. The only things the Solomons produces of value are Tuna, sea cucumbers and hardwood. A hotel room at the Coral Sea Casino will run you about 230 USD a night, but there are cheaper options if you look around. Most places are girl friendly. Food is hit and miss and outside the aforementioned Coral Sea, you won't find many options to please the fussy eater. The national dish consists of tinned tuna over boiled rice with a side of boiled pumpkin.

It took me a while to get the rub of the green here vis-a-vis getting laid. Solomon Islanders aren't as initially friendly as many of their Melanesian cousins. I don't know if it is a legacy of the long, brutal civil war and subsequent foreign peace-keeping force period, but you don't see as many smiles as you would in Vanuatu, Fiji or PNG.

That aside, when you do get to know people, they are genuinely cool and friendly. There isn't a lot of anti-foreigner sentiment. Honiara isn't very dangerous. I've walked the streets late at night, drunk as a lord, but that isn't very advisable nonetheless. Taxis are ubiquitous and fairly affordable, about USD. 70 per km. Considering you won't be traveling more than 5 or 10 km in a night, that isn't too bad.

Nightlife. This is where I was most surprised. If you hit Honiara on a good Friday or Saturday night, the place is one of the best to party in I have ever visited. Most places are laid back, with shorts, t-shirt and sandals the preferred attire. The music tends towards reggae and beers are relatively well priced, about US2 for a can of Solbrew or Canoe, the local brands. Anything else you will pay a bit more for.

Girls. They range from dark, dark black Melanesians to lighter skinned Polynesians and Micronesians. There is a large Kiribati community there and for some reason, I seemed to keep getting girls from that group hitting on me. Most of the time you have to initiate a conversation at a club or pub, but once you do, there is a 99 percent chance you are going home with her. The girls are frequently passionate in bed, do most things, but anal is not common.

I would usually start a night out at the IBS. Iron Bottom Sound hotel. The bar next door is over the water and attracts a diverse crowd of locals and expats. Food, particularly Chinese, is good here and there are pool tables galore if that is your thing. Further down the road you have the Coral Sea, which houses a casino, bar / restaurant and poolside dining. It's as upmarket as Honiara gets, but the food and service are excellent. I didn't hit on the waitresses as I was staying here, but have been informed many of them are up for fun if they like you.

Further east you have Mokolo Mall, where there is a bar / club on the second floor overlooking the river. I've done very well out of this place, and picked up a tall, slim 30-year-old single mother who was one of the darkest women I have ever slept with. She accompanied me whenever I was in town and was insatiable. She told me her hobby was sex and loved the opportunity to ride white cock. She didn't ask for much, but I would buy her meals, groceries for her family (she had a 10-year-old son) and slip her 500 Solomon Island Dollars here and there as pocket money.

Another great place is the club at the Pacific Casino. I picked up one petite ebony beauty here who asked me to simple call her "Jungle Girl". She said she was a student at a local agricultural college but when not studying there, she said she was more at home in her village, three hours walk into the Bush off the main road an hour west of the capital, in a grass skirt and no top, hunting and skinning possums. She was wild, unrestrained, passionate and insatiable in bed. We fucked from about 4 in the morning until I dropped her at the bus station at dusk the next evening. Fans of the bald eagle beware though, she had what I like to call "disco-hair-pussy" and it would have taken a weed whacker to get through that shit!

My favorite place was the GBR, the former barracks for RAMSI stablization force personnel that is now a club and definitely one of the more unique venues I've ever drunk in. It doesn't really get going until well after midnight. I picked up one blonde haired (some of the girls have naturally fair hair, a genetic anomaly) here, or should I say she picked up me. She was from Western Province, where I am reliably informed all the best looking girls in the country come from, and snuck up behind me, put her arms around my waist and said "I love you". Well, how could a guy refuse a come-on like that. I had the driver beat a path for home and five minutes later she was in the shower on her knees blowing me. Again, we fucked until well into the next day and she didn't ask for a thing. At one point she suggested wanting to go play Keno in the gaming room, so I gave her some money to do that while I recharged my batteries for the next fuck. Surprisingly, she came back and we resumed until I finished inside her with a massive cream pie.

As with elsewhere in the Pacific, condom use, and awareness of STIs and birth control are hit and miss. I was lazy and fortunately avoided catching anything, but with PNG and it's near Africa levels of HIV just next door, it would pay to be cautious.

It's not everyone's cup of tea, but I love Melanesian women for their raw beauty and passion and would definitely return if given the chance. For those into diving, the place is a Mecca too and one place to watch out for is Munda in Western Province where a new airstrip was servicing weekly flights to and from Brisbane prior to the pandemic. Well worth a shot for the adventurous monger, but you must be brave, young pilgrim, the Solomons is not for the faint of heart.

[Mtavuma]

This is a report of some of my visits to the Solomon Islands. After the airport, I headed to the Mendana Hotel in down town. Shower and went to the Yacht club for some drinks. Met a local guy who befriended me maybe because I was foreign. He was a decent guy and had drinks and he suggested we go to the Pacific Casino where he had some business meeting. While there he introduced me to some girls and they kept me company. I liked one who I call big banana. Got her number and claimed to be a student. Left the bar and went to hotel. Nothing happened. Day 2, I called her and she came to my hotel. Very shy but I knew she was into it. She sat at the corner while I undressed myself. I puled her and she didn't resist. Undressed her and to my surprise she started opening her hand bag and pulled out condoms. I had mine ready and we fucked for a while. She was gone after an hour. No money exchanged.

Two days letter we agreed to meet at Hotel and had drinks. I asked her to go back to Hotel. She said yes. We fucked in our drunken state and dropped her at her hotel. Just gave her afew solo dollars for drinks.

Girl number 2. I was linked to this one by a hotel worker. We out of town in my car rental. And we drunk in Bush and fucked..

Just to spice things up. This is big banana that I banged in Honiara.

[Mtavuma]

This is a report of some of my visits to the Solomon Islands. After the airport, I headed to the Mendana Hotel in down town. Shower and went to the Yacht club for some drinks. Met a local guy who befriended me maybe because I was foreign. He was a decent guy and had drinks and he suggested we go to the Pacific Casino where he had some business meeting. While there he introduced me to some girls and they kept me company. I liked one who I call big banana. Got her number and claimed to be a student. Left the bar and went to hotel. Nothing happened. Day 2, I called her and she came to my hotel. Very shy but I knew she was into it. She sat at the corner while I undressed myself. I puled her and she didn't resist. Undressed her and to my surprise she started opening her hand bag and pulled out condoms. I had mine ready and we fucked for a while. She was gone after an hour. No money exchanged.

Two days letter we agreed to meet at Hotel and had drinks. I asked her to go back to Hotel. She said yes. We fucked in our drunken state and dropped her at her hotel. Just gave her afew solo dollars for drinks.

Girl number 2. I was linked to this one by a hotel worker. We out of town in my car rental. And we drunk in Bush and fucked.

I visited the island after some months and I decided to stay at the casino hotel. For mongering, this is the best place because you can hook with a girl in the bar and given them your room number and they come. Day 1 of my second visit, I went into the bar and saw this little girl show casing her underwear in a tight jeans. She may have been 22. Chatted her up but she was unwilling but digits changed, Bought her a few drinks and dropped her home. She came again next day in afternoon but straight to my room. Once she entered she went straight to shower and came out wrapped in a towel. Game on. Fucked her missionary and she was happy to let me cum. Done. Gave her afew dollars.

Girl number 2 on second visit. Her name Jojo. Met her in casino bar and befriended her. She was too drunk and I was not sure. To avoid drama I just got her number. She came next day after I finished my work. She was sober and quite young pretended to be looking for a real boyfriend and was interested in knowing me. She said no sex I just need to more and yes she did. Started touching her and then it was over and just pulled her tight skirt and in minutes Inside her tight pussy pounding it hard. I exploded into her and she was happy that we knew each other.

I had been mongering too much and one local expat suggested I move to his house. I was hesitant but realised he too was into serious mongering. On a weekend she called 3 girls for drinks and I realised one of them I had already fucked a few days ago but we never cared. We drunk a couple of whisky shots and in that state I got one new girl and fucked in the guest room while my host fucked the girl I had fucked a couple of days ago. We hit the clubs and had a couple of drinks and returned home.

Before I left, I made contact with Jojo and I picked her in town and she came to the house. It was mid morning. She was a bit shy in her sober state. I got her to do missionary but it wasn't fun I think my dick was tiring. She was reluctant to do doggy but got convinced and I had pounded doggy for sometime and exploded. That was it.

My advice for Honiara. Its so easy to get laid with nice girls. There is no need to go massage places. You can easily fuck a decent girl with a decent job. Most just want to have fun, not hard core prostitutes. They just love their drink.

[GentlemanPat]

More info for mongerers preferring the McDonalds-like fast-food convenience of commercial sex while in Honiara, rather than spend time screening a plethora of local marys for decent personal hygiene and elementary love-making skills. I am reliably informed (though haven't tried it myself) that the Liang Zi Foot Reflexology Institute located at the Point Cruz end of the Pacific Casino compound is a place that gives bad massage but good head. Their business hours, prominently stated on the front door as being "1. 00pm to 3. 00am" are perhaps a good clue that they are certainly not looking for morning coffee mums to be amongst their clientele. I stuck my head in to see what was afoot (pardon pun). Two quite presentable Chinese chicks were dozing in the massage chair, waiting for business to March in (pardon pun). Prices for body massage start at SBD 300 for 45 mins, within which time she will probably ask whether you want her to follow you back to your room afterward.

GPat

[GentlemanPat]

More info for mongerers preferring the McDonalds-like fast-food convenience of commercial sex while in Honiara, rather than spend time screening a plethora of local marys for decent personal hygiene and elementary love-making skills. I am reliably informed (though haven't tried it myself) that the Liang Zi Foot Reflexology Institute located at the Point Cruz end of the Pacific Casino compound is a place that gives bad massage but good head. Their business hours, prominently stated on the front door as being "1. 00pm to 3. 00am" are perhaps a good clue that they are certainly not looking for morning coffee mums to be amongst their clientele. I stuck my head in to see what was afoot (pardon pun). Two quite presentable Chinese chicks were dozing in the massage chair, waiting for business to March in (pardon pun). Prices for body massage start at SBD 300 for 45 mins, within which time she will probably ask whether you want her to follow you back to your room afterward.

GPat

[GentlemanPat]

Last week I was in Honiara, staying at Pacific Casino Hotel. Decided to check out the information of the earlier post about Supreme Casino, which is within that same compound as the hotel and down at the Kukum end. Went upstairs to the gaming tables but didn't see any Chinese females hanging in there except for one in the VIP room who was with some guys and appeared to be a patron. All croupiers and staff are local Solomon Islanders now. But one patron. A local SI woman in her 30s. Met my gaze and she struck up a conversation with me. She had worked late and just knocked off from the office, and was waiting for a place to become vacant at a roulette table for a little stress relief. After an hour of chatting at the bar she asked me for my room number. She suggested that I turn in for the night while she had a wee flutter on the roulette wheel, and after a discreet interval she'd come and join me. So I didn't get to do any picking up of chicks. Instead, she picked me up. It transpired that she is a divorcee, who hadn't done the Bad Thing for almost a year. So we spent the next two days working off her pent-up passions. Wonderful GFE, a wonderful lady, and I will certainly be seeing her again next time.

During post-coital interludes we chatted about the world, the economy, how many logs are left in SI, livelihoods for locals once there are no more logs, etc, and in this way the information serendipitously emerged that there is a lot of prostitution in Honiara. But unlike Fiji, there is no visible street scene for curb-crawling, nor do there appear to be any cheap motels of the type that rent rooms by the hour and have girls on the premises. But this is an international shipping port with a lot of horny seamen. So apparently the place to go is indeed the Supreme Casino. The high end of the market may very well be the VIP room, as mentioned earlier. However the kinds of scrubbers that are willing to service deck hands can be located by going out to the large car park area between the casino and Jina's restaurant. There are always a few people loitering in this car park area. Not the girls themselves, but various "agents". Seamen are accustomed to coming there, making their needs known to one of these loiterers, who then get busy dialling through their list of mobile numbers. Presently a dusky maiden will appear from out of the gloom that is Kukum after dark, and the sailor will then take her back on board ship.

So if you want to monger at the lower end of the market with a Bush bunny, then Supreme Casino carpark is supposedly the place to get yourself hooked up. Just have a room already booked at the Pacific hotel nearby.

PAT

[Tom Beo]

Going to solomon next week, can you tell me which restaurant. I am interest to go the.

[QUOTE=GentlemanPat; 825626]Honiara, capital of the Solomon Islands, is a small place where organized commercial-sex establishments are unlikely to last long owing to Christian mores and the long arm of LE. I saw two massage places listed in the phone book, but both numbers were out of service. It is a tuna-fishing nation, and there are definitely professionals who ply their trade on rusty hulks of longliners. But Honiara is not the centre of fishing activity.

Still, this is a country with a screwed economy owing to past ethnic tensions, and a fast-growing and young population, so the same logic applies as for Ghana, Kenya, Cambodia, Dom Republic, Haiti, or any number of other mongering destinations – have yourself a GFE!

For me, it was a simple as asking the waitress in the restaurant next to the hotel I was staying in. That, plus having a low-key and respectful attitude and a natural liking and affinity for women of colour (they will quickly pick up on the vibes of an exploitative asshole).

I won't say which restaurant, because she's a lovely girl and I will see her again next time. But it happened like this. She was waiting on my table, and was not the best looking girl in the place by any means but their waitress uniform of tailored jacket and short black skirt was, in her case, very short (it had been borrowed) which showed a great pair of legs. She was from North Malaita, evidenced by mid-chocolate-brown complexion and traditional "rising sun" scarification on her face. This consists of a circle with surrounding rays, one on each cheek, applied in babyhood by scratching the skin with a coconut-leaf mid-rib and rubbing in betel-nut juice. Medium-sized breasts (C) , and a lovely arse.

Not being familiar with the Solomons set-up, I wasn't sure what the story would be, but some Asian businessmen at another table were clearly flirting and I suspected that these girls might make themselves "available". As amateurs or as professionals, I did not know at that point. But after paying my bill, I asked to go to the bathroom. This was off the corridor leading past the kitchen, and I managed to time it so I went through the doorway just a couple of yards behind her. As soon as the door was shut and we were alone by the kitchen entrance, I got cheeky and asked her "Will you come and spend some time with me tonight?" She hesitated only an instant, then said "Call me on my mobile at 10. 30" and reeled off the number. I had to borrow her menu-ordering pen to write it on my hand.

So I called at 10. 30 and she said "People just arrived, I can't go yet. Call again at 11. 00". I called at 11. 00 and she said "I'm sick". Pacific euphemism for "I've got my period" – and to remove all doubt she then added "I've got my period". I said,"That's okay, come anyway". At 11. 30 I got a call from the front desk – "A Miss X says she is here to see you". I went down and found out she'the been being stopped from entering by security, and couldn't call me again on her mobile 'because it had run out of credit, but had stuck to her guns and demanded that they phone to my room. She was no longer in uniform, but in street clothes of short shorts and a tank-top t-shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. She looked good.

We went up, and she asked to have a shower. I stripped and put on a sulu (like a sarong) and lay on the bed. She came out with towel around her middle, and stood there. She asked "You going to send me away after, or I stay whole night?" At that point, still thinking she was maybe a professional, I said I'the send her away. She responded by asking if I'the pay for her taxi to get home. I agreed, and that was the only time she ever mentioned money. As it turned out, we spent the whole night fucking, and she ended up going straight back to work in the same clothes she'the arrived in the night before.

Anyway, next thing I knew she was on top of me and kissing me. The towel somehow got lost, and she was grinding her crotch against the front of my sarong. She pulled this aside and then simply impaled herself on my dick. No foreplay, nuthin'. She was a rough rider, did all the work herself, all I had to do was lay there, and she gave herself Orgasm No. 1 while I just laid back and watched.

It was true about her period, my dick was covered in blood, so after round one we showered again. While in shower she bent down, grabbed my dick and started sucking it. Tended to use a bit too much teeth, but it was good nonetheless. It turns out that she just loves the feeling of having a willy in her mouth. When we got back to bed, she spent the next half hour contentedly suckling at my crotch. Then she demanded "Fuck me" and we did Round Two, in mish and doggy. I still hadn't cum, and my prick had got such a battering form the sheer violence of her assault in Round One that it had got kinda numb. That was fine by her, she was impressed that I could keep it up for her for so long, and she just wanted to use it like a living dildo. We had another 3 rounds, with showers in between, and I was banging her very hard indeed to try and get enough traction in her very bloody and slippery passage to make me shoot. She was making a lot of noise ("Ooh! Ooh! Uurr! Aahh!") and this went up several decibels when I leaned forward and started sucking on her earlobe. Finally, she made me come in her mouth. She had to spit it all out though, and exclaimed "Sour!"

We got to talking after that. It turned out that she was 23, and had just split from her boyfriend of 5 years, who she'the met in high school and was the only man she'the had until meeting me. He was a typical Melanesian male, wanted to dominate the relationship, control her movements, and would get very jealous about any little thing. She had finally gotten sick of it and given him the heave-ho. So she was indeed strictly amateur, and I had lucked out in catching her on the re-bound.

I asked her why it took her so long to get off work, thinking that maybe she'the been getting cold feet. But apparently she'the been eager from the start, it's just that they really did have a party of diners arrive right on closing time. The manager of the restaurant was her auntie (very common in Solomons to be given a job by your wantoks) and this auntie knew what was going on! In fact, the auntie finally told her she could leave work early just to be with me "because he is a nice man". So it really does pay to be polite and not over-bearing if you're white in these former colonies.

Then she said "We sleep now, and sex again in the morning". Okay, fine by me! So we got about 3 hr of precious shut-eye with her laying naked in my arms, then another furious session of hard fucking before she finally showered for the last time and sneaked out at 7. 00am, hoping like hell no one would spot her going. I gave her 100 Sol dollars "for taxi". She made me promise to call her next time I visit Honiara. Not sure when that will be, but I know I'll get a warm welcum.

So. If you're a business traveler and time is of the essence, the lack of an obvious commercial sex scene may disappoint. But if you're presentable and kind and respectful, and just come right out and pop the question to the object of your admiration, you may well be pleasantly surprised.

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[Member #4149]

Quick report on the Honiara scene. Local talent is available but be very careful. Lots of problems if you do the wrong girl. You may end up in jail with a big fine and 40 pigs to pay to the family.

Best place to go is the Pacific Island Casino. In the evening there is usually 2 to 6 PRC girls there. They hang out in the VIP room or on the smokers balcony outside VIP room. Westerners can go straight in to the VIP room. Free drinks too. They are mostly WLs brought in by local Chinese guy. Some speak english. Just strike up a conversation & then ask what they are doing in Honiara. You will get the answer you are looking for by the way she looks at you or she will discretely tell you. COst is SI $1000 dollars for ST & SI $3000 for LT. (about 5. 3 to AUD & 8 to USD).

Picked up a pretty cute one for ST. No english but great sex. Rating 7/10

[GentlemanPat]

Honiara, capital of the Solomon Islands, is a small place where organized commercial-sex establishments are unlikely to last long owing to Christian mores and the long arm of LE. I saw two massage places listed in the phone book, but both numbers were out of service. It is a tuna-fishing nation, and there are definitely professionals who ply their trade on rusty hulks of longliners. But Honiara is not the centre of fishing activity.

Still, this is a country with a screwed economy owing to past ethnic tensions, and a fast-growing and young population, so the same logic applies as for Ghana, Kenya, Cambodia, Dom Republic, Haiti, or any number of other mongering destinations – have yourself a GFE!

For me, it was a simple as asking the waitress in the restaurant next to the hotel I was staying in. That, plus having a low-key and respectful attitude and a natural liking and affinity for women of colour (they will quickly pick up on the vibes of an exploitative asshole).

I won’t say which restaurant, because she’s a lovely girl and I will see her again next time. But it happened like this. She was waiting on my table, and was not the best looking girl in the place by any means but their waitress uniform of tailored jacket and short black skirt was, in her case, very short (it had been borrowed) which showed a great pair of legs. She was from North Malaita, evidenced by mid-chocolate-brown complexion and traditional "rising sun" scarification on her face. This consists of a circle with surrounding rays, one on each cheek, applied in babyhood by scratching the skin with a coconut-leaf mid-rib and rubbing in betel-nut juice. Medium-sized breasts (C), and a lovely arse.

Not being familiar with the Solomons set-up, I wasn’t sure what the story would be, but some Asian businessmen at another table were clearly flirting and I suspected that these girls might make themselves "available". As amateurs or as professionals, I did not know at that point. But after paying my bill, I asked to go to the bathroom. This was off the corridor leading past the kitchen, and I managed to time it so I went through the doorway just a couple of yards behind her. As soon as the door was shut and we were alone by the kitchen entrance, I got cheeky and asked her "Will you come and spend some time with me tonight? " She hesitated only an instant, then said "Call me on my mobile at 10. 30" and reeled off the number. I had to borrow her menu-ordering pen to write it on my hand.

So I called at 10. 30 and she said "People just arrived, I can’t go yet. Call again at 11. 00". I called at 11. 00 and she said "I’m sick". Pacific euphemism for "I’ve got my period" – and to remove all doubt she then added "I’ve got my period". I said, "That’s okay, come anyway". At 11. 30 I got a call from the front desk – "A Miss X says she is here to see you". I went down and found out she’d been being stopped from entering by security, and couldn’t call me again on her mobile 'because it had run out of credit, but had stuck to her guns and demanded that they phone to my room. She was no longer in uniform, but in street clothes of short shorts and a tank-top t-shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. She looked good.

We went up, and she asked to have a shower. I stripped and put on a sulu (like a sarong) and lay on the bed. She came out with towel around her middle, and stood there. She asked "You gonna send me away after, or I stay whole night? " At that point, still thinking she was maybe a professional, I said I’d send her away. She responded by asking if I’d pay for her taxi to get home. I agreed, and that was the only time she ever mentioned money. As it turned out, we spent the whole night fucking, and she ended up going straight back to work in the same clothes she’d arrived in the night before.

Anyway, next thing I knew she was on top of me and kissing me. The towel somehow got lost, and she was grinding her crotch against the front of my sarong. She pulled this aside and then simply impaled herself on my dick. No foreplay, nuthin'. She was a rough rider, did all the work herself, all I had to do was lay there, and she gave herself Orgasm No. 1 while I just laid back and watched.

It was true about her period, my dick was covered in blood, so after round one we showered again. While in shower she bent down, grabbed my dick and started sucking it. Tended to use a bit too much teeth, but it was good nonetheless. It turns out that she just loves the feeling of having a willy in her mouth. When we got back to bed, she spent the next half hour contentedly suckling at my crotch. Then she demanded "Fuck me" and we did Round Two, in mish and doggy. I still hadn’t cum, and my prick had got such a battering form the sheer violence of her assault in Round One that it had got kinda numb. That was fine by her, she was impressed that I could keep it up for her for so long, and she just wanted to use it like a living dildo. We had another 3 rounds, with showers in between, and I was banging her very hard indeed to try and get enough traction in her very bloody and slippery passage to make me shoot. She was making a lot of noise ("Ooh! Ooh! Uurr! Aahh! ") and this went up several decibels when I leaned forward and started sucking on her earlobe. Finally, she made me come in her mouth. She had to spit it all out though, and exclaimed "Sour! "

We got to talking after that. It turned out that she was 23, and had just split from her boyfriend of 5 years, who she’d met in high school and was the only man she’d had until meeting me. He was a typical Melanesian male, wanted to dominate the relationship, control her movements, and would get very jealous about any little thing. She had finally gotten sick of it and given him the heave-ho. So she was indeed strictly amateur, and I had lucked out in catching her on the re-bound.

I asked her why it took her so long to get off work, thinking that maybe she’d been getting cold feet. But apparently she’d been eager from the start, it’s just that they really did have a party of diners arrive right on closing time. The manager of the restaurant was her auntie (very common in Solomons to be given a job by your wantoks) and this auntie knew what was going on! In fact, the auntie finally told her she could leave work early just to be with me "because he is a nice man". So it really does pay to be polite and not over-bearing if you’re white in these former colonies.

Then she said "We sleep now, and sex again in the morning". Okay, fine by me! So we got about 3 hr of precious shut-eye with her laying naked in my arms, then another furious session of hard fucking before she finally showered for the last time and sneaked out at 7. 00am, hoping like hell no one would spot her going. I gave her 100 Sol dollars "for taxi". She made me promise to call her next time I visit Honiara. Not sure when that will be, but I know I’ll get a warm welcum.

So. If you’re a business traveler and time is of the essence, the lack of an obvious commercial sex scene may disappoint. But if you’re presentable and kind and respectful, and just come right out and pop the question to the object of your admiration, you may well be pleasantly surprised.

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[Arainmain]

Hi,

Will be soon in Solomon Islands.

Is there really nothing here?

Any tip appreciated

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