Dubai Reports

[Piper1]

... 5 minutes later she sends another text “so you go to Seaview and meet me at 11pm ok?” I was not comfortable with the tone and this should have been a second warning to bail.... in the Taxi I get another text “I am here where are u?” and tell her I’ll be 5 minutes. 3 minutes later I get a missed call. Then another.

I am running up the stairs to be with what I am now feeling is my very annoyed GF who I have never met!

Had me laughing.

Sounds like you've started your summer bachelor days in a frenetic pace already - almost sounds like it was more like hard work than partying! But, you gotta start with a bang (or three).

To save several hundred AED over the next several weeks, you must get out of paying those entry fees. 75AED here, 50AED there every night will add up fast. Even Regal is letting me in for free again, after a year of insisting on entry. Just be insistent with them. Another tip is to enter while no-one else is at the ticket box. If there is noone else around, they will be more likely to wave you in free.

Keep up the good work, I mean, partying!

[Accipiters]

One notices that the Dubai F&B industry is full-on exploiting the commercial opportunities of the World Cup. What about the seasoned shagger - how can he turn it to his advantage? One refers to non-WG's or at least semi-pros. They are likely to be in a heightened emotional state, i.e. ripe for sexual exploitation by teh cynical & experienced predator.

For example, where will the African girls hang out to watch the games? They can often be highly emotional. Cameroon & Ghana are still left in.

Even better for the Asiaphiles - Koreans and J-Girls, Emirates trolley-dollies especially, where will they congregate?

If you are a young guy with a bit of game, Barasti and the Palladium are worthy of consideration. Lots of young Western chicks, sexily attired and highly inebriated.

Any suggestions from the educated gentlemen of the forum?

Read my post#8861 and you will get an answer.

[Mjolnir 213]

Ah Steve. A bit of a shaky start by the looks of it.

You just need your monger instincts to fully kick in and take over I think.

Same happens with me when I've been behaving for a long time.

Takes a while to get my sea legs. But after that initial awkwardness. Back to full ninja mode.

I'm on for Jules this weekend if you are. Beers on me. You take care of the JD shots.

Would go tonight. But a very late night and early wakeup today so I'm not feeling very like another late one. (Thats another interesting story too.)

[Steve Dubai]

7.15am and the alarm wakes me up. i cannot afford to be late again, so no time for any morning action, which seems to surprise prclily. her rating has slipped from 7 to 6 and i guess the no morning action must have peeved a little as her leaving did not bring any hug / kiss. no matter not likely to repeat anyway.

the evening rolls around and i toy with the idea of going to either jules bar or premier. i settled on premier as i wanted to visit jules with mujolnir later in the week. 9.40pm and i head down to the music room to see if there was any improvement on the previous nights emptiness. inside and there are about 20 people, so i decide to stay for a beer. flipside were due on at 10pm so i listen to their first set.

as i’m sitting there, i mull over the idea of an early night and abstinence. i go through my phone contacts and notice the number of the fili girl mjolnir had sent me the previous day. now i am not one for meeting girls like this – it’s just too uncomfortable to see the date through if the chemistry is not there. but somehow this played on my mind so i ended up texting pihat to see if she wanted to join me at the music room. we could then adjourn to my room and i could get her out by midnight and have an early night – best of both worlds – or so i thought!

i get a reply that can i meet her at the seaview as she was going out with a friend? on reflection it is at this point i should have said no and cut my loses. but i didn’t and agreed and obviously became her safety net. i asked what time (knowing fili girls are not that reliable) and she said 11pm. ok. 5 minutes later she sends another text “so you go to seaview and meet me at 11pm ok?” i was not comfortable with the tone and this should have been a second warning to bail.

now i did not really want to get to the seaview before pihat, given i am bound to get the attention of prc girls or piles, so i decided to wait until 11pm before leaving the music room. 10:50 and i get a text from pihat saying she’s on the way, so i drink up and leave to get a taxi.

in the taxi i get another text “i am here where are u?” and tell her i’ll be 5 minutes. 3 minutes later i get a missed call. then another. i am running up the stairs (no entrance) to be with what i am now feeling is my very annoyed gf who i have never met!

inside and the place is about 60% full – huge improvement from saturday night. prc , pi, african and cis girls in attendance. there were a good number of very cute pi girls. i started calling pihat and was looking around for someone answering their phone. eventually find pihat and go across to introduce myself – and what a good looker she is too – probably a 9 in my books. she introduces me to her plumper (and more bubbly) friend and we move to one of the tall tables.

we get into some conversation, and pihat has all the gfe touches – great! things seem to be going well, when after a visit to the bathroom, pihat seems to have become rather quiet and conversation becomes difficult. we get onto the dance floor, which seems to perk her up, but as soon as we return it’s too quiet and i can sense the chemistry is just not there.

so do i bail and jump for another girl? – that would not be good for pihat, so i continue on as a good professional should! time moves on and its 12.30 so time to go. pihat says she only wants to go at 1am – too early now. another drink and i start to worry about making work on time.

1am and i tell pihat its time to go. back at the hotel and we get settled on the couch for some dfk. after two minutes pihat wants the shower and proceeds into the bathroom and locks the door. emerging she tells me it’s my turn now. into the action and her hands are covering her boobs and pussy and takes too much coaxing to get any sort of enjoyable kissing of nipples, pussy, etc. daty lasted about 30 seconds, with a hand half covering herself. move into cowgirl and she’s riding fast and hard – “tell me when you will cum” she says….”not for a while yet” i respond. a few positions and found myself back in cowgirl and about to cross the finish line. i start to moan as you do when you about to explode and she pulls out just at the point of take off.

mission over – i slept.

[Steve Dubai]

Alarm rang at 7.15am, PILes jumps to the bathroom, returning to give me a good ride and makes me figure this must be so much better at getting the heart rate pumping than going to the Gym. Finish up, recover and it’s now 8.30 and I’m late after day 1!!. PILes leaves, and although she has managed to get my number, there was not that hard hug and passionate kiss when leaving, as there won’t be any intended repeat on my side. Her rating had fallen from a 5/6 to a 4/5 in the cold light of the morning.

Evening rolls around and I decide to open the evening with a look into Jockeys with a plan to end up at Rockafellas for some CIS opportunities. I first put my head in the Music room (around 9.30pm) and there were absolutely no customers apart from a few guys playing pool.

Across the road, pay the Dhs 40 entrance and I get inside Jockeys. Place is about 70% full, would say 70% F / 30% M, roughly 40% PRC, 40% CIS and 20% African. A quick scout and nothing really strikes out, except a familiar PRC girl waving at me to join her. I go across to avoid the African jibes that are bound to hit me if I stay alone, and I realize its PRCAnne. Had fun as she could not initially recall being with me before, and started to build up hopes that I was a done deal for the night – until I told her football at another venue figured more important (just another excuse to say I’m not taking you tonight).

I get an SMS from Mjolnir who tries to tempt me to take a Fili girl, but I’m already on the hunt tonight, and calling for an in call is not really my MO. (fine for a quick shag) I much prefer to get to know a girl without the commitment before deciding.

It’s approaching 10.30pm and I have no interest in PRCAnne. I don’t really see anything else so decide to bail out and head down to the Regal to watch the first half of the football at the bar on the ground floor.

11pm and I pay the Dhs 75 to go upstairs. Get inside and the place is about 40% full. 70% F / 30% M. would guess 98% CIS, with 4 Indian looking girls next to the entrance door. Get a beer form the bar scan the room. Some hot looking CIS girls around and dressed up, but not really my cup of tea. Just passed midnight and the place has filled up to about 60% full – plenty of girls and definitely a buyers market – when a couple of cute girls come on my radar. I move around and loiter close by for a few minutes.

Realizing I need to make the first move, I move close to the shorter girl wearing a nice short denim skirt – she sees me coming close, and we make eye contact. I just about open my mouth to say Hi when she turns around and gives me the back of her head.

Her loss.

It’s now 11.45pm, and close to my planned mid-week curfew. I decide to bail from this place and head across to the York. I get outside and am baffled how to get across as there are construction barriers everywhere. I conclude the only way (without getting run down) is to walk down to the Ramada, across and back down again. BY the time I get o the York I’m sweating like a pig – so I slide into the downstairs bar to watch the football while I cool down and dry out.

Move to go upstairs and I’m motioned to pay the Dhs 60 entrance. Upstairs and it’s about 50% full. Ratio would guess at 70% F / 30% M - probably 40% PRC, 40% African, 10% CIS and 10% PI. Walk around to the pool table area and get a beer. A couple of cute African girls try to strike up conversation, but I’m on a quick mission to pull anything half decent of a PRC / PI nature. I move around to the small bar and take a look at the 20 or so PI girls, but they’re all huddled together, and I just don’t have time.

Another circuit and nothing is striking out. My mind plays on the time and then I spot a PRC girl who seems reasonable – would rate her a 7. She notices I’m looking at her and she’s over in a shot. PRCLily is slim and would guess those C looking cups are B in reality. Conversation goes well; buy her a drink – 20 minutes later we are leaving.

Back at the hotel and I cannot feel huge amounts of GFE playing out. She’s straight into the shower, returning to direct me to do the same (2 nights running ??? Is it my after shave?) . I emerge and we’re straight into the action. She loves the DATY. She starts to pull my head away as she announces she’s cumming – and just as well – bit of a squirter she is too. So I know which side of the bed I’m sleeping on tonight!!!

Into some missionary, and when adjusting positions, she pulls out one of her condoms and wants to give a CBJ – that’s a no go for me and tell her its BBBJ. She looks at me for a second – looks at the condom in her hand, then rips the condom and uses it as a hair band to keep her hair up. I watch her head bobbing up and down for a while, then move her over to finish off doggy style.

3am and I’ve crashed lights out!!

[Steve Dubai]

Family gets dropped at Terminal 3. In my planning I had anticipated dropping them at 12noon, then having time to get back to pack my bag, get checked-in and hopefully call one of the Fili numbers on craigslist for an initiation of my bachelor days.

In dropping the family, I had not factored the walk to passport control to wave them off – this put me 45 minutes behind schedule. Dash back to pack and whilst at home call a couple of the Fili numbers and get them to send me pics of the girls. Then realize I have to pass by Emirates Mall to do an errand, which puts another 30 minutes delay. In addition I wore shoes that are not made for walking, so when I finished walking from Carrefour to Virgin and back, I was hobbling with blisters.

Finally made it to the Majestic – which is my base for the second year running. Got a good deal on the Exec Suite, double occupancy (so avoid that nightly surcharge). Get unpacked and it’s now 5pm.

Opened the laptop to scan the pics and a couple of very tasty looking girls there are too. But I decide to can the idea of an in call as it would be 6pm before the girl arrives, which would make me pretty spent for the evening – so saved my energy.

9.30pm and I am making my way to the Seaview to meet Mjolnir. Taxi fares are now a minimum Dhs10 and as the ride is metered at Dhs 7, in past years I would give the guy Dhs 10 and let him keep the rest. Now do I tip him more? - But that would mean Dhs 5 – so the poor taxi driver now loses out.

Get to the door and walk straight past the doorman, up the stairs and into an almost empty bar – maybe 20% full – 70% F, 30% M. At this time mainly PRC with a couple of African ladies – but a pretty dismal start to my freedom. A few familiar PRC faces (but a year is a long time to be sure) and nothing too exciting in my sober state to get worked up about. Perched at a table that had a good view of the band and the TV, plus what I thought was a good location for the Fili girls that used to hang around the TV seated area in past years.

Mjolnir arrived, and it was good to catch up after such a long time. A few beers and whilst it was good to hear the band after such a long time, they did not really get me toe tapping – not sure if it was the lack of a good crowd, the distraction of the football or my high expectations – but it felt a bit of a flat atmosphere. Probably just as well as at least we could catch up on some conversation and stories. We thought of bailing at 10.30 to another place, but I did not really want a bender of a night, so we give it another 30 min.

As Mjolnir ordered the whiskey shots and started to scan the 20 or so Fili girls that arrived (no bender of a night eh!) a couple of Fili girls attached themselves next to me. The friendlier (but less attractive – would rate her 5/6) one showed keen interest, but I did not want to take the plunge and give too much attention, hoping for better prey.

Time moved on, Mjolnir had made a pretty good catch of those available and left for his dirty deeds. I was not wanting a late night, given my new work pressures, so to start work on a new girl would take just too long, so I did the deal with PILes and we were out like a flash.

Back to the Hotel, pit-stop at reception to get the copy of ID taken and up to the room. Although PILes was friendly, she was not to keen on any GFE foreplay on the couch and quickly wanted to get into the shower and prepared. Got into multiple positions, DATY – but had to be coaxed into a BBBJ, as opposed to CBJ (which consequently was not that rewarding). Crossed the finish line and promptly slept.

[Double Shooter]

One notices that the Dubai F&B industry is full-on exploiting the commercial opportunities of the World Cup. What about the seasoned shagger - how can he turn it to his advantage? One refers to non-WG's or at least semi-pros. They are likely to be in a heightened emotional state, i.e. ripe for sexual exploitation by teh cynical & experienced predator.

For example, where will the African girls hang out to watch the games? They can often be highly emotional. Cameroon & Ghana are still left in.

Even better for the Asiaphiles - Koreans and J-Girls, Emirates trolley-dollies especially, where will they congregate?

If you are a young guy with a bit of game, Barasti and the Palladium are worthy of consideration. Lots of young Western chicks, sexily attired and highly inebriated.

Any suggestions from the educated gentlemen of the forum?

[Mjolnir 213]

How can you discreetly find out if a hotel is green or red (?) in advance?

I was at the Grand Hyatt before and now I'm at the Murooj Rotana. I'll have to get a map as it sounds like Regal and Seaside(?) are the places to go, and i have no idea how far I am from them as I just arrived.

Anything near the Dubai Mall?

Struck out last time, but really wasn't prepared to do any mongering last time and seeing I was in Amsterdam immediately after wasn't properly motivated to go looking.

TIA

You don't need a map.

Any taxi driver will take you to Regal and Sea View.

Both are in Bur Dubai and from your hotel... around a 20 minute ride.

You are also not far too away from Rattlesnake at the Metropolitan on Shk Zayed Road.

If I were you and wanted to check if your hotel is green, just call the concierge from your room and ask if its fine to bring a female guest to your room at night.

They will either say yes or no. And if yes, they will tell you if she needs to show ID at reception before going up.

Nothing to feel shy about, and less uncomfortable than asking the girls at at reception face to face.

WB

[Double Shooter]

Visited the Jumeirah MP a while back. Usual line-up of non-superstar but high work-rate types. Could do with some of those in the England soccer team. Picked the one with the dirty look in her eyes.

Wow what a choice. Sweet face, great ass. Tits looked great but felt like balloons half-filled with water (probably a botched boob job). After a great cat-bath, switched into 69 to get closer to that ass.

Thie chick produced an incredibly loud and consistent slurping sound, while moving all over the Shooter's cock in a variety of BJ techniques. How did she do it? A fantastic session but unable to repeat coz she went back to China.

Went back a week later to find a completely new line up. What a contrast. All young-uns. Picked a 23-year-old Fili lookalike. Great looks & skin. Below average performance, but made up for it with sweet pseudo innocence in her demeanour. The Shooter came quickly.

Picked a shortie on the next trip. 22 years. Great J-Girl looks and perky personality. Good performance. Worked the Shooter’s cock with her mouth like a squirrel with a nut. All fast and short movements. Luvverly. Took her again and performance was even better.

So take your pick: supreme performance from the old guard, or youth and quasi-innocence from the new girls. The Shooter's view? Vive la difference!

In all cases the Shooter paid dh100 to the house and dh200 to the girl. The new girls don't dispute much.

Due to various exigencies, the Shooter has not visited the Jumeirah MP for 6 weeks. Curses. Any one with up-to-date info?

[Double Shooter]

Apsara Supermarket building in Bur Dubai. Another branch in Deira. dh150 for 1 hour Thai oil massage. Staff all Thai: average to below average attractiveness. Room quite well appointed, with private bathroom.

Massage OK. No extras, but quite flirtatious. Joked about the Shooter's proto-tumescence but did nothing to remedy the situation. Might need extra visits to get the HE. Or it could simply be her way of enhancing the financial rather than the penile tip.

Note - the waiting room on previous visits was full - this time it was empty. Could it be that extra services were previously deployed but since then the Management has introduced a Great Prohibition?

[Double Shooter]

I'm an occasional visitors to AMPs, often tempted by a card left on the car windscreen, a newspaper ad, or calling in somewhere I just happen to be passing.

It's the total opposite to the Forum rule of "get the full menu before paying". The upfront money involved is considerably smaller and I enjoy the fun of going into the unknown..

A case in point was an ad offering oily massage in an establishment opposite the Highland Hotel in Bur Dubai. It's an area on which I look back with considerable nostalgia to when the Highland was known as the Arif Castle and resembled what the York is today. Sadly now a sad reflection of its earlier days.

Locating the place was easy enough. I wandered through the open door to the reception to be greeted by a Chinese receptionist, who had difficulty summoning a smile, and a large notice telling me, in a derivation of Chinglish, that this was a straight establishment with “NO EXTRAS” but that they did promise an excellent massage.

The price list was proffered and I opted for the straight massage at Dh110, which appears to be a fairly standard price nowadays. I waited for the McUpselling and was told the oily at Dh140 was much nicer, whereupon I remembered that this was what had tempted me in the first place. There were a few girls around but I was not offered a choice and was assigned Lou, who I would describe as “average”. It’s amazing how many masseuse don’t even bother to dress to try and be tempting.

The room was fairly spartan, albeit with the standard issue clock and the ubiquitous picture of a Chinese mountain stream on the wall, and a neatly folded towel and a plastic orchid decorated the bed. I do wonder why more AMPs don’t put just a little more effort into making the surroundings a bit more welcoming and relaxing, right from the moment you wander through the door.

Strip off, lie down on my front, a towel positioned over my middle regions and the rubbing gets underway. Pretty standard stuff and then Lou reaches for the oil bottle and I wait for a nice bit of lubrication down my back. I was disappointed – this was certainly not oil of BP Gulf of Mexico proportions, more like the three little drops of 3 in One I used to put on my bicycle chain all those years ago.

Now it’s usually possible to get a few indications on how things might progress from the earlier ministrations. In this case there appeared little hope. The towel stayed in place and there was no “accidental” brushing of the balls or other titillation.

Eventually it’s time to turn over and this is always, for me, the fascinating bit. Did that notice really mean “NO EXTRAS” or was that a proclamation of innocence should officialdom descend?

The towel was put firmly back in place and although Lou glanced, I was certainly giving no indications of arousement (apart from that fact that she had given no cause, it does require extra effort these days…).

The rubbing began again for a few minutes in a sort of half-hearted way but suddenly the towel was pulled back and I was asked in the usual sign language, of one hand jerking up and down and the other pointed at my flaccid organ, if I wanted “EXTRAS”.

Now at this stage you have the simple choice of yes or no. A ‘no’ usually bring surprise and disappointment. Surprise because it appears that’s what most customers there for (at the very least) and disappointment because bang goes any tips.

A ‘yes’ will bring two reactions. Either she gets on with it, or the bargaining starts.
A smile and let the work begin with the right attitude is so much better. I’m likely to reward more generously.

But ridiculous demands put me right off. If I’m forced to negotiate, my rate is Dh50 for a quick hand job (tell me if I’m mean) but I’ve had starting prices of Dh250 and upwards. And then negotiations over whether touching is allowed or at which precise point. I’ve been asked to get up from the bed and pay upfront. All of which is a bit off-putting.

So when Lou decided she wanted Dh150 and had done nothing to really put me in the mood, I decided I could do without.

So, naturally, I said ‘yes’ (albeit after Dh50 was agreed). HJ was totally forgettable with Lou finding something interesting on the ceiling to look at. Why do we bother sometimes?

Time was nearly up and I was asked if I wanted to shower to get all the oil off. Bet BP wished they had such a small problem. I did want a shower so wrapped a towel around me and traversed the reception area, where the door was still ajar, providing a fine view of a magnificent, albeit slightly greasy, body, to passers-by in the corridor.

Note sure why, but Lou got Dh70 which prompted an inscrutable response. And then I got a lovely smile and a “do come again” – from the girl who just happened to be walking out the door at the same time as me to go to the rubbish chute.

Upon reading this, the Shooter noticed with a start that it has been almost a year since his last massage with happy ending. That was in the famous “massage mall”. The Shooter’s allotted masseuse was a homely wench. Quite large, a bit of a farm girl but with a formidable rack.

The Shooter lay on his front for a blissful oil massage. Her hands were small, warm and strong. While massaging the Shooter’s thighs, she would do a long up-stroke to the Shooter’s ass. Then move sideways and run her forefinger across the Shooter’s balls.

Quelle surprise! The Shooter experienced an immediate stiffening and raised his ass slightly to relieve the pressure. This was interpreted as an invitation and her hand reached under to give the Shooter’s member a friendly shake. Nice to make your acquaintance, I’m sure.

The Shooter was surprised by the immediacy of the titillation. Usually one waits to the end for the “accidental” groin touches. The titillation continued throughout the massage until the Shooter begged for completion. The Shooter prefers the slow-hand style, that was applied and very nice it was too. Meanwhile the Shooter needed 2 hands to massage one massive breast.

The Shooter tipped dh100 for the experience. The massage was dh150.

Well that was a year ago. What is the latest recommendation for run-n-tug establishments?

[Double Shooter]

How can you discreetly find out if a hotel is green or red (?) in advance?

TIA

Call the hotel in the evening and ask to speak to the concierge. Tell him that you have a reservation and your girlfriend will visit you in the evening: will she have a problem?

Usually he will tell you if she simply needs to register with passport copy, or more stringent regulations are in place.

[Accipiters]

You should visit the new Club for small cocks, is full of fat and angry WGs over 50, waiting for you!

Need the adress ?

Yea, guess you are the one to ask for address for such a place!

[Mjolnir 213]

Buddy,

I am certain that if she hangs around and fancies you guys it will not end up in disappointment! We can not have been the only lucky ones & she said she wants to meet guys just for fun! Let us open her cracks and read the reports!

Cheers,

FinD

Forgive me for being doubtful, but you have to admit dude... that is one heck of a story!

Not saying it never happened.. just that its not the type of thing that happens often.

But then again, there ARE some freaky gals around Dubai so anything is possible I guess.

Lucky bugger!

WB

[Mjolnir 213]

Can someone give some advice to this newbie. I know when we talk about the "looks" is subjective but if go to a website such as independent Dubai escort 90% of the pictures are identical (10/10 for me) because 90% of the men consider the same type of curves attractive. If not they wouldn't bother posting nice fake pictures.

So where can I nice looking CIS. Do the WG do incalls?

One last question. I've seen a lot of talk about jumeirah AMP but I could find any references of its whereabouts in the forum.

Cheers

Apart from the places you visited, you should also check out:

Regal Hotel in Bur Dubai- Rockerfellas
Hyatt Regency in Deira - Premiere

In places like York and Imperial Suites you MIGHT find some CIS depending on your luck, but more likely to find what you are looking for in the above 2 spots.

Premiere girls will try to quote higher than at Regal but I haven't been to either in a long time.

Some recent intel on Regal indicates that there are some lookers there and on week nights with the football on, its a buyers market.

WB