Mombasa

[NGong]

Use a raw diamond and make your own jewel? That means you have to put in your own resources to do this. Why put in your own resources (especially when this jewel can easily go to another owner) when you can already find a jewel that already is precious and self made where you don't have to put in your own work?

Sure thing

The price for already made diamond is the most time more expensive as to created your own from raw materials

I do this a long time and I am proud when I see a diamond what I have made is happy. The price is not to high for a raw diamond and when it is ready, it can take several months to

Make a real diamond and not all are perfect but is also the joy of live to create.

The most of the diamonds what I have created have still contact with me and are married in a happy way and even in the air and politics.

[Sure Thing]

Always it is only a warning out of my experience in the past.

Special when it is a relative of the person what used this guards they will always protected the family.

My advice is look for a raw diamond and make your own jewel. I have now several jewels and I still looking for more. The pleasure is that when I go out function I have always some thing good with me and that practical every men look to it.

Use a raw diamond and make your own jewel? That means you have to put in your own resources to do this. Why put in your own resources (especially when this jewel can easily go to another owner) when you can already find a jewel that already is precious and self made where you don't have to put in your own work?

[NGong]

Ngong,

She was the sister not the wife. She is single and has never had any children. This is based on what was told to me and the visible signs or lack thereof. I'd also like to add that she was visiting from South Africa and is in the process of relocating to Nairobi.

Always it is only a warning out of my experience in the past.

Special when it is a relative of the person what used this guards they will always protected the family.

My advice is look for a raw diamond and make your own jewel. I have now several jewels and I still looking for more. The pleasure is that when I go out function I have always some thing good with me and that practical every men look to it.

[Sure Thing]

You sure know how to tell a story, man!

Just love how you keep us in suspense and I am disarmed by the honesty with which you admit your occasional lack of success.

I believe I may have met one of you at one of the stand-up tables in Sheba last Thu night (or was it the week before?) One of you is from the Windy City and your pardner hails from TX, right?

And you are looking at constructing something in Diani, right?

If so, please get in touch via PM and thanks for blowing a breeze of fresh air into this otherwise boring place.

Nah wasnt me bro, not from tx. In fact I'm not even from the states.

[AlwaysHorny 2]

You sure know how to tell a story, man!

Just love how you keep us in suspense and I am disarmed by the honesty with which you admit your occasional lack of success.

I believe I may have met one of you at one of the stand-up tables in Sheba last Thu night (or was it the week before?) One of you is from the Windy City and your pardner hails from TX, right?

And you are looking at constructing something in Diani, right?

If so, please get in touch via PM and thanks for blowing a breeze of fresh air into this otherwise boring place.

I mentioned visiting Diani to check the area out. I'm 6'4 and have been told my build resembles an NFL linebacker. If that fits your description, it was me. Was I talking exclusively to the dark skinned waitress with the nice ass. Her clothing did nothing to showcase it, but I knew by that jiggle that it was something special! LOL

[AlwaysHorny 2]

Ngong,

She was the sister not the wife. She is single and has never had any children. This is based on what was told to me and the visible signs or lack thereof. I'd also like to add that she was visiting from South Africa and is in the process of relocating to Nairobi.

[NGong]

i head back into lounge and i notice surething is looking rather intently at something. i swear once i reached him i noticed a small pool of drool forming at each side of his mouth with a few drips decorating the floor! lol just giving you a hard time man!

my curiosity gets the best of me and as i look in that direction my heart damn nears skips a beat. yeah, i know it sounds kinda gay, but if you saw this specimen in person you would understand. i now clearly understood what had him so captivated. this woman was dancing. her body was wrapped in a black, short, sequined dressed and the fabric appeared to melt into every curve of her body. i stood there standing for awhile, but eventually snapped out of my trance for fear of looking like a [CodeWord126]. my gaze had nothing but bad intentions planned for her.

i respect man laws, so since i saw surething scoping her out i figured he had first dibs. i did make my way to the bathroom so i could get another look. gat damn it! she had the most impressive ass that i've seen since i hit africa and she had an attractive face as well. her style and personality was more than captivating. she had more attention that she could handle. i figured it was best to not even entertain the possibility and went outside.

details are blurry at this point. i do know that i was buzzing like hell. i think surething was near me. i'm can't remember if we were going to casuarina together, but i was definitely on my way. i had to get out of there. i was still fucked up in the head over seeing that beautiful ass. as i was negotiating with a taxi, someone how ms. ass was right behind me. you got to be kidding me. there was some little hustler that tried to make an introduction for me. he said something to the effect that she wanted to meet me. although, it was a lie i was able to get face time with her.

i don't know what came over me. normally, i am fairly reserved and never the one to manhandle or disrespect women. i won't blame it on the alcohol either, but i was feeling pretty good. when my eyes met hers, it seem like i was instantly drawn to her. all i remember is that i am so close that our noses are damn near rubbing. my hand is on her upper arm and i couldn't resist touching her in some way or the other while i talked to her. i can't even remember what i told her, but i do know i showered her with all the compliments one can think of and excluding the obvious one. that ass. i had her giggling and over time she warmed up to me some.

she was very dismissive on all the attention i was showing her at first. i guess she figured i was like all the rest and saw nothing but ass. who could not notice that ass? i made a point to avoid any mention of it or any sexual type of talk. even in my inebriated state, i think the game executed was damn near perfect. at one point, i leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. she didn't object. mine you, i'm doing all of this in the middle of the parking lot with a bunch of people around, but i didn't care or see them. i was in a trance.

her sister lived behind the mall in some big ass gated mansion. she married some white dude. i didn't even try to get honey to come with me that night. it was a challenge in itself just trying to get her number. in fact, the first time i asked she shot me down. why do want my number? i'm leaving for nairobi tomorrow night. you don't even know me. blah, blah, blah. normally, my pride would set in and say fuck this beatch playing hard to get, but i was not discouraged by the least bit. finally, she agreed to at least let me walk her home.

we get to the gate and we can't go through the back entrance. walking back toward the lounge, we decided it would be too much to walk around the long way so she wanted to take a taxi. i stopped her briefly before we got to the crowd and i was able to plant a peck on her lips. nice! she is warming up even more. hailed a taxi to drop her off and head to casaurina afterwards. we get to the gate of the house. an armed guard comes out. damn! somebody got some dough! i was able to get her number and we planned to meet that afternoon before she left for nairobi. i was able to get just a smidget of tongue, but that was all i needed.

get to the strip in mtwapa and i'm just not feeling it at all. i think surething made a way for his home and i stayed around only a little later. i couldn't bring myself to choosing any company for the night and there was nothing that blew me away so i went home. solo.

it felt good to have my bed to myself. i hardly slept the previous night. i felt somewhat refreshed the next morning. the plan was to spend the afternoon with ms. ass. i figured i wouldn't get any pussy since she was leaving that night. i just wanted to be around her. if i could get a good make out session and squeeze that ass then it would be worth the time spent. i thought the plan was for us to meet up somewhere. however, when i talked to her that morning on the phone she seemed to imply that she would visit me at my hotel! oh shit! could it be?

alwayshorny

i ask my self or you are real when i read this story special about the armed guard what was coming out. every men in kenya know that when there is a armed guard you must not be there. that are the special places where the prominent live and when this lady belong to some body of that class you play real with fire and well deadly fire my friend.

i live all a long time in africa and have see persons coming never back after that kind of adventure also visitors from abroad get a message to go home without any delay.

special in the area of mombasa. malindi is a accident quick arranged.

when you will a real diamond make it by yourself there are a lot of raw diamonds what with a little help are the most beautiful in the world.

but stealing one what belongs to that class cost most time more than you can pay.

[LustyHombre]

You sure know how to tell a story, man!

Just love how you keep us in suspense and I am disarmed by the honesty with which you admit your occasional lack of success.

I believe I may have met one of you at one of the stand-up tables in Sheba last Thu night (or was it the week before?) One of you is from the Windy City and your pardner hails from TX, right?

And you are looking at constructing something in Diani, right?

If so, please get in touch via PM and thanks for blowing a breeze of fresh air into this otherwise boring place.

[AlwaysHorny 2]

i head back into lounge and i notice surething is looking rather intently at something. i swear once i reached him i noticed a small pool of drool forming at each side of his mouth with a few drips decorating the floor! lol just giving you a hard time man!

my curiosity gets the best of me and as i look in that direction my heart damn nears skips a beat. yeah, i know it sounds kinda gay, but if you saw this specimen in person you would understand. i now clearly understood what had him so captivated. this woman was dancing. her body was wrapped in a black, short, sequined dressed and the fabric appeared to melt into every curve of her body. i stood there standing for awhile, but eventually snapped out of my trance for fear of looking like a [CodeWord126]. my gaze had nothing but bad intentions planned for her.

i respect man laws, so since i saw surething scoping her out i figured he had first dibs. i did make my way to the bathroom so i could get another look. gat damn it! she had the most impressive ass that i've seen since i hit africa and she had an attractive face as well. her style and personality was more than captivating. she had more attention that she could handle. i figured it was best to not even entertain the possibility and went outside.

details are blurry at this point. i do know that i was buzzing like hell. i think surething was near me. i'm can't remember if we were going to casuarina together, but i was definitely on my way. i had to get out of there. i was still fucked up in the head over seeing that beautiful ass. as i was negotiating with a taxi, someone how ms. ass was right behind me. you got to be kidding me. there was some little hustler that tried to make an introduction for me. he said something to the effect that she wanted to meet me. although, it was a lie i was able to get face time with her.

i don't know what came over me. normally, i am fairly reserved and never the one to manhandle or disrespect women. i won't blame it on the alcohol either, but i was feeling pretty good. when my eyes met hers, it seem like i was instantly drawn to her. all i remember is that i am so close that our noses are damn near rubbing. my hand is on her upper arm and i couldn't resist touching her in some way or the other while i talked to her. i can't even remember what i told her, but i do know i showered her with all the compliments one can think of and excluding the obvious one. that ass. i had her giggling and over time she warmed up to me some.

she was very dismissive on all the attention i was showing her at first. i guess she figured i was like all the rest and saw nothing but ass. who could not notice that ass? i made a point to avoid any mention of it or any sexual type of talk. even in my inebriated state, i think the game executed was damn near perfect. at one point, i leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. she didn't object. mine you, i'm doing all of this in the middle of the parking lot with a bunch of people around, but i didn't care or see them. i was in a trance.

her sister lived behind the mall in some big ass gated mansion. she married some white dude. i didn't even try to get honey to come with me that night. it was a challenge in itself just trying to get her number. in fact, the first time i asked she shot me down. why do want my number? i'm leaving for nairobi tomorrow night. you don't even know me. blah, blah, blah. normally, my pride would set in and say fuck this beatch playing hard to get, but i was not discouraged by the least bit. finally, she agreed to at least let me walk her home.

we get to the gate and we can't go through the back entrance. walking back toward the lounge, we decided it would be too much to walk around the long way so she wanted to take a taxi. i stopped her briefly before we got to the crowd and i was able to plant a peck on her lips. nice! she is warming up even more. hailed a taxi to drop her off and head to casaurina afterwards. we get to the gate of the house. an armed guard comes out. damn! somebody got some dough! i was able to get her number and we planned to meet that afternoon before she left for nairobi. i was able to get just a smidget of tongue, but that was all i needed.

get to the strip in mtwapa and i'm just not feeling it at all. i think surething made a way for his home and i stayed around only a little later. i couldn't bring myself to choosing any company for the night and there was nothing that blew me away so i went home. solo.

it felt good to have my bed to myself. i hardly slept the previous night. i felt somewhat refreshed the next morning. the plan was to spend the afternoon with ms. ass. i figured i wouldn't get any pussy since she was leaving that night. i just wanted to be around her. if i could get a good make out session and squeeze that ass then it would be worth the time spent. i thought the plan was for us to meet up somewhere. however, when i talked to her that morning on the phone she seemed to imply that she would visit me at my hotel! oh shit! could it be?

[AlwaysHorny 2]

Luckily, I was able to get my Thursday night companion out my room by 9:30am on Friday. After whisking her away, I had a decent breakfast and chilled on a lounger by the pool for a couple hours dozing on and off.

I got in contact with Surething and we set a time to meet up. I had to make a quick run to the Nyali supermarket for some sunscreen (I'm black and I got burned something fierce just walking on the beach for about an hour on Thursday) and a few other items. I meet Surething and fortunately he's a cool dude and our personalities meshed effortlessly. We took a deep walk into Mtwapa to get to his residence and although it is very country and dilapidated in many ways, I enjoyed the stroll. I noticed a few nice honeys as we walked back to his spot. Spent about 3 hours hanging with him and I met his girl. Very nice in every way and she was so hospitable. Definitely left a lasting impression on me.

Even with my non pro working every remaining day that I was there, I decided to put some more work in with her. Plus, her work location promised to be better on a Friday night than Thursday. Please don't everybody run up there bothering her and I hope some capt'and save a doesn't show her this thread and out me. I don't really care since I won't be in Mombasa anytime soon, but I do care for her some what and it was not a puta type arrangement at all. I hope you can be respectful.

I'm merely sharing the name of the establishment to complete my story. I made plans to meet Surething at Sheba Lounge. I arrived around 10 pm. I guess. The details are blurry. I arrived first. It was decent crowd, but I was in tame mode because I was trying to be respectful of my non pro because she works there. It was a definite uptick in quality and I like the quality of the women here as compared to Casuarina. It seems like a good portion of the women in Casuarina are either drunks, have some type of substance abuse problem, mental retardation or a mixture of all three. I know I am being quite cruel with my assessment, but I don't really care for the place or the aggressive nature of the women.

In Sheba Lounge, you get a good mixture. In Casuarina, I didn't get the feeling that any non pro's visit that establishment unless they are one of the few white women. The white women were not that attractive and all seemed to be accompanied by a white male or group of people. In Sheba Lounge, there was this one young white woman that couldn't be anymore than 25 years old. Although I didn't come here to Africa for that, I definitely would have tapped that ass if the chance presented itself. Her table of friends were located right next to the ledge I posted up on. They appeared to be having a good time. The young white woman seemed to only have her younger brother with her or he was a gay dude. I didn't get a couple vibe at all.

So, I'm sipping on brews. Surething rolls in. The crowd is good. I see some potential, but again I'm not saying anything to any women because I want so badly to make a play with the waitress. She doesn't get off until around 4/5 a. M, so I know she is not an option tonight. In spite of that, I continue to flirt and chat her up. All the while, it seems like the young white woman is scoping me out. I think I wanted to bed her more so just for the challenge and bragging rights. She was attractive and the body seemed nice enough, but I was still dying to have my big bunda and that she did not have.

Surething told me that he caught her checking me out a few times. She would try to avoid eye contact when I gave her the stare down, but once I paid close attention I noticed it as well. I still wasn't budging. A few other women strolled passed and there seemed to be an easy opportunity to chat them up, but there were not worth the risk of blowing it with the waitress. As the night rolled on, the waitress informed me that she would be able to leave work around 1:30 am Saturday night / Sunday morning. We made plans for me to pick her up after work that night and go to Bob's to dance and hang out. I was pumped. I had a great feeling that over the course of that night that I would be able to bring her back to my hotel after we finished kickin' it.

It was about 1 a. M or so at Sheba and since I knew the waitress was a no go, I decided that I would give Lounge a look and then bolt to Casuarina if nothing materialized there. I also want to add that all during this day, my semi from earlier has probably texted / called me at least 40 times. This is not an exaggeration. I felt that if I went to Casaurina she would be right there waiting and she is very clingy so I knew I wouldn't be able to blow here off. Lounge had a nice crowd. Women there tend to try to act stuck up. Get over yourself sweetheart!

I get a drink from the bar and scan the room. It's crowded a heck and people are having a good time. I decide it is too crowded for me and I chill outside. I noticed a woman from Sheba that was flirting and trying to get some attention. She was attractive enough, but on the slim side so I wasn't interested. She noticed my interaction with the waitress at Sheba and was bold enough to ridicule me for liking the waitress. She literally laughed out loud to her friend that I like the waitress. At most, this girl was a semi pro, but I would say she was borderline hardcore pro. What? Being a waitress is as of less class than banging for bucks? I couldn't understand what was so funny.

It was hot and I had enough of her, so I decided I would head back into Lounge. B*tch don't kill me vibe! LOL

[Bareback Jack]

From what I seen though everybody is hustling and trying to make it in mombasa. I can't even get mad a the working girls. Is almost like they are the soul income of mombasa. Then the ones who are not working, they work so damn hard for a little of nothing. But everybody I met was still cool and up beat.

That pretty much sums it up. I feel the same way. For me the big difference with African girls is. Regardless of whether pro, semi or non-pro. That they all enjoy a good fuck and a good laugh. Glad you had a good time!

[Sure Thing]

Has it improved then? Haven't been there in ages but it used to be basically an assembly point of german speaking kimbo and WGs that have long passed their sell by date. Pretty much as bad as Safari Inn.

No improvements. It's basically like you said. I was passing through and just happened to be around so I stopped in. The girl I met was just real cool and easy to talk to so thats why I decided to be with her. She rotates every where though and doesn't always go out hunting. I would almost consider her semi-pro.

From what I seen though everybody is hustling and trying to make it in mombasa. I can't even get mad a the working girls. Is almost like they are the soul income of mombasa. Then the ones who are not working, they work so damn hard for a little of nothing. But everybody I met was still cool and up beat.

[Bareback Jack]

Cheers looks like a big ass tent with hay over the top of it. Almost like a beach club next to the high way

Has it improved then? Haven't been there in ages but it used to be basically an assembly point of german speaking kimbo and WGs that have long passed their sell by date. Pretty much as bad as Safari Inn.

[Ocampo2]

. At least three times I called on her when I needed a good shag for an hour. Each time was great. Damage 500. She would text to see what I was doing, I would check on her. She would text she misses me, I wouldn't reply. I never reply when shit got to soft. I kept it business.

I knew how to play the game and I had the trump card.

You had fun man. Nice report. I can not wait to read the rest, especially with non pros. Kenya is sweet. I should visit the coast

[Sure Thing]

cheers looks like a big ass tent with hay over the top of it. almost like a beach club next to the high way. when i first got there i could see the girls spread out. some were playing pool others were rep001tered in pockets with there oldest-profession coworkers. didn't have to many approach me but one. she wasnt desirable at all but was fun to talk to. i watched one with a nice shape doing her jiggly dance on an old dudes pole. looked like she was trying make him blow his load from just dry humping. i wanted to walk over and literally do a cock block and tell that little pistol look this is what happens when you play with fire. and proceed to fuck her silly over the bar.

but roaming eyes picked up a loner in the corner. i luv loners. don't have to worry about friends talking shit. i walked over to her and the closer i got the more i could tell she was a milf. she wasnt too shabby. cute face, ok body it seemed but couldn't really tell because what she was wearing was loose fitting, plus she was sitting. we started talking and laughing. what made her really cool is she didn't ask for a drink like the others. we were just chilln. i knew she was a working girl but i played like she wasnt. i had other plans with non pros so wasnt trying to fuck, just passing time.

i kept trying to get a good look at her body but couldn't. i parted ways with her to continue my escapades and left her with a wave of the hand and deuces.

next day the day went by slowly. i dragged myself practically out of bed. seemed like everything went in slow motion. because of the chick from last night? (a report for later). maybe i should chill today? a mosquito flew by my line of vision and landed on the wall in front of me. in slow mo of course. normally i would kill the bastard, but today was his lucky day.

after walking outside i felt like a vampire. i cursed at the sunlight. u would swear i had a coffin in my room. wasnt too long that dusk arrived. found myself around cheers again. wanted to grab some grub so i figured i'd try that little shack before you walk off to the back where big tree was located. it was also sitting by the gas station. i wanted to eat like a local. while on my way there at a distance, i saw a very nice looking diva with these tight jeans holding on for dear life to her ass. have you ever wish you could stop time and then go over and tell a chick how bad you wanted to fuck her? how you wanted to skull ram her face like something serious and bend her over on the dirt road and show her why knee pads were really invented?

yea her ass needed a good power drive. but i stuck to my 1st mission. while sitting at the ragged shack looking at the menu that same chick was coming my way. as she got closer i saw she was the milf! damn she had an hot body. she realized who i was and asked what i was doing. i replied well i'm doing what you are about to do. so what do you recommend? i tried this goat dish she picked out which was tough as hell. it was almost like eating chewy plastic. i wanted to walk to the back kitchen and scream,"mutha fucka, don't you know what salt is! damn!" me and my chameleon pro were chatting when little boy came up and asked for a bite to eat. not money, but food. how in the fuck can i say no? i gave him half of mine and we both set there and happily devoured our jail house gruel.

me and my pro discussed politics, poverty all the way to family. i then cut to the chase while sucking on my goat bone. i want you, so how much? she looked taken aback. in my head i'm like do you really want to play the game? at this point i knew i could play the game and get her for free. trap her in the corner and make her think she is the one, i'm her one way ticket out of here. but i digressed, i needed to test the mongering waters, see how the pro scene worked out here. we were basically at the border crossing testing each other. she finally pulled the trigger. how much do you want to give me? i'm new i replied. u tell me. she replied 3000. i laughed, baby seriously? i'm not even looking for pussy tonight, i just like you. (the charm kicked in and went on auto pilot). she said well what do you want to give me? i replied 1500 all night. she said 2000. i said nah. 1500. i looked in her eyes. she liked me, she excepted and didn't put up a fight at all.

when in negotiations with a pro guys its all on you. this same chick will probably charge someone else 3000 plus or 1000 or less. i really think it depends on you. for me and my 1st kenyan pro. i'm good with 1500 all night.

we made it back to the room, laughing and chatting and stripping. took a shower, was able to see her baby war wounds. tommy had the marks, mother tits but still had a nice body. she wasnt bad. any man would be proud having her around their arm. we got down to business and it was like i was seeing this pro revert into a non pro. it was riveting to watch. it was like she was fighting her inner self. in the morning i gave her the damage. she was quiet. almost like she was hesitate to take it. but i wanted this to stay business. she took it we pecked each other smacks on the cheeks and went our separate ways. at least three times i called on her when i needed a good shag for an hour. each time was great. damage 500. she would text to see what i was doing, i would check on her. she would text she misses me, i wouldn't reply. i never reply when shit got to soft. i kept it business.

i knew how to play the game and i had the trump card.