Nairobi

[AfAsia]

Damn you to hell! Arthur66, you making an African miss Africa, LOL. Just loving your postings; and fellow mongers please take note of the sound advice. Good to see things never change in this part of the world. Sent you off to ROD.

[Arthur66]

my plan for yesterday evening was to take it easy. i always work with a plan in mind and my balls were still in recovery mode.

a few known faces came to my table. eunice, a 30+ lady with the chat of an evangelist and the body of a 30+ african woman got me and told me half of her life in 30 minutes. she was the one who introduced me the potentially under-aged girl a few reports back. she is a bit on the large side, but has a massive rack (for african standards) , she is broke, and she looks like one of those mature women who i like so much. we talk about many things, including sex. she starts sending clear messages she needs to get fucked as a matter of priority, nobody took her in the last two weeks. my secondary processing unit (dick) starts clicking. i keep myself very cool, then i offer out of the blue a "if you like, we could spend the night together, just for fun". usual terms and conditions apply, i think by now everyone knows my offer. i would not be surprised if my nickname has become mr. 2k.

she looks at me in disbelief. i already turned her down before, mentioning the fact she is a bit too large for me, but that was partially a lie. one of my favorite providers elsewhere is a bbw, i enjoy navigating on a sea of warm, soft tits and ass. anyway, she tells me that she needs to take care of some children back home and that she can't do lt tonite. bummer! we agree that we will see in coming days how to deal with that. she will inform me of her lt availability.

i wander around. a few girls grab me by the shirt, trying to start a conversation. it feels so good to be chased, instead of having to actively hunt for pussy like back home and in the western world.

miss long legs is still around, i wave at her, and keep wandering. after a few minutes, she just stands in front of me, a good 10 cm taller than what i am, looking at me with out most severe and highly bed-like eyes. her mental waves were screaming "take me, take me, oh please baby take me now". she has the body of a model, dressed to kill, definitely pro. i did not see that coming. i look at her back, and i ask her blunt-face if she would accept my terms and conditions. she says yes. no bs tonite and tomorrow, no extra money, lt, full services? she says yes.

my secondary processing unit is really clicking now. i say ok, take her by the hand and walk towards my hotel. we arrive there, only to discover she has no i'd. wtf! how is it possible a pro like that does not have an i'd? she tells me she gave it to somebody else for st. and that she should be back to simmers in 2 minutes. right. 2 kenyan minutes can be two days and never. the secondary processing unit, highly disappointed, cease clicking and informs me that for what fun is concerned, we see tomorrow. i walk her back to simmers. the big lady before comes back. she changed her mind, she is now available for lt, she will ask a friend of hers to take care of the children. i say no, no deal. it is just not the right evening. and she looks a bit too desperate.

it is one of those evenings were nothing works as planned. i wanted to take it easy, and i find myself with the hots for two different women, i want to have them but for various reasons it doesn't work out. ok, let's have another beer. it will kill my spu, but won't make me drunk and the night is going to be a lonely one anyway. i make an exception and i offer the super model one too.

i discover other two interesting things. first of all, girls give each other ids on a regular basis. the process to get one is extremely long, so when they lose theirs (and they always lose stuff, thanks to be empty-headed and drunk) , they find themselves in additional troubles as many hotels require an i'd for entry. in fact, she tries to get one from another girl, saying "she has an i'd now". i ask her to show it to me, no resemblance whatsoever, sorry baby it doesn't fly. i need you with your real i'd. bummer for her, she went blank several days in a row, she needs money.

we talk a bit, and i describe the after-simmers process i got from another lady. taking a cab, crashing in a bar downtown till morning, etc. she looks at me and she goes "so you know". bingo, story confirmed! this is mission-critical information folks, pay attention. late at night, when simmers (and other clubs) close down, you can negotiate a free ride with one of these chicks, in exchange of a warm bed (and a fuck obviously). assuming they are drunk or stoned and you are the same, you are in for some very cheap night time. same applies, as already reported, after 10 pm. it is curfew time, from that moment on, you are 100% in control. and if there is few or no potential customers around, you are the king of the world. approach the ones you are interested in, chat a bit, make an offer. if they refuse, just say "should you change your mind, and should i be still around, let me know". good chances one or more of them will just implore you within 30 minutes. just like the super model did, and she goes for 4k.

it is 1 am, time to go. i walk towards the exit, alone. a dark, tall and pretty miss stops me and whisper "i have an i'd.". jeez, that is not fair play. she was listening. smart move. but i made my decision. she is pissed off, as all girls who asked for a drink, a cigarette, money and so forth. both miss long legs and the big one ask for taxi money just before saying goodbye, other no. i reckon that if i would say yes to any of these girls, i would probably shell out my 2k fuck budget paying the bills for half simmers girls. and girls talk with each other, as all women do. the muzungu pays for taxi. offers drinks, let's go! i could become very popular, and very broke.

it is wednesday morning, and i get a meet-up with a girl found on tagged. we meet at 11 am at simmers, we chat a bit. she plays it well, office staff working night shift. uhm, strange, offices are rarely open at night, but ok. she says she is in for some fun, i say ok, let's go to have some fun. we get to my place, no i'd. i walk her back, kiss goodbye, nice try baby. another pro, another scam. welcome to kenya.

the security guards know me here, so we start to talk. i learn another important piece of information, a waiting document for an i'd is a lot more complicated than the one i was shown. it has stamps, signatures, and the rest. no picture, but it is a much better done one. the guard in question, a lady, works for chester for many years, and she saw many things like this happening. she reports that everybody in kenya must have an i'd with them at all times, by law. if they don't have one, it is in itself illegal. some don't have it, some don't want to show it. either way, something is wrong.

drink spiking is still ongoing, according to her, both at simmers and madhouse. there is people there who goes in loaded with money, and they flash it too. they leave their drinks unattended, the girl spikes it with some powerful narcotic, and they wake up the day after someplace, lucky if they still have their shoes on. even locals fall for this trick.

which brings me to the subject of security. after many years, i learned a few things, which could be useful read for beginners. first of all, never walk around with anything you can't miss. what you need is some cash for drinks, possibly a phone (not something more than a really basic one) and that's it. no credit or debit cards whatsoever, no i'd unless you really need it. no jewels, expensive glasses, watch, nothing. when looking for women here, you pay after, so you don't need too much cash with you. and you don't really need to impress them to bed them. your money in the morning is what they want. never forget what they do for a living.

second, you must prepare your room beforehand. your most precious belonging must be stored at reception, your laptop and other expensive pieces of equipment must go in your luggage, which must be hidden and closed with a lock. cash must be hidden in an easy accessible place (not in your luggage) , better if in multiple places. have enough with you to cope with some surprises in the morning.

third, listen to your instinct. if it is too good to be true, it is not true. as a rule of thumb, you must go for a thorough interview process and look for inconsistencies. it is a bit like police work. accountancy student? tell me about the balance sheet. hairdresser? which brand of hair color you use? you have never been in a hotel? you have never done this? you don't know anybody here? check it out.

remember that these girls are not that smart. they know a few basic tricks from each other, but they don't normally have a story that stands for long if you keep asking and try to look for holes. you, on the other side, must have a good story, and must stick to it. a couple of girls here recognized my accent. and my reply is that polish has indeed the same cadence. your perfect story is made of three components: you are there by a long time, you know everybody there, and you are broke. their perfect story is that you just arrived in town, first time, tourist for a couple of days, european or us, nice job, married, with money, and in a rush. that's paradise for them, a perfect target for a 100 usd ride and possibly some dirty tricks in the morning.

fourth, hide your identity! nothing you say or they can see must bear your name. your nationality, date of birth, phone number, not to talk about your financial details, must never be disclosed. never. check the tags on your luggage, they bear your name and where you come from. don't let them take pictures of yourself, for any reason. and if you take pictures of them, remember that wifey back home can take a peek. delete txt messages, any evidence you know about and check for the one you don't know about. a simple blip can cost you a fortune in divorce.

do leave your room in perfectly neat state before go hunting, know where you put your stuff, every single piece of it. if you operate in a messy environment, where stuff lies everywhere, it is going to be very difficult to figure out something is missing before the lady leaves in the morning. and when she is gone, she is gone together with the laptop, the gsm, the cuff-links, your expensive rayban shades, and the rest.

fifth, most important. your primary processing unit is what you use before, during and after. leave the secondary one for the moves during sex.

let's see what happens tonite. i have recovered now. arthur out.

[Naked Gunz]

Hello all and Happy New Year. In NBO now and loving it. I'd like to pass on my info. (more of a logistical post for first timers). This is my second time after 6 years, so I'm a newbie. I'll just use bullet format:

Arrived the 3rd.

* HOTELS: For two days I lived at Natural Oak Apts. Turbo Dr. Off Lanana in the Embassy district. Good area, walking distance to YaYa Mall. Had the studio, great hot water, internet great first two days then it became sporadic (died on ocassion). Great spot if you drive, cook and want no prying eyes. Staff is stupid, they took days to answer all simple emails from me. Mongers need simple shit around us VERY close, like laundry, store, fast food. You won't get this here. I had to give a cleaning girl $ to wash my clothes at her place.

Moved to Chester House, Kionage St. CBD. MUCH better! Great screaming fast internet. Decent food, great view of the city, decent room. You have to turn on the water heater. I took two days of cold showers. It's right there next to the Simmers and Madhouse. And the hotel has its own bar on the 2nd floor. You will also have Tuskys supermarket across the street for groceries (kinda sucked) , a liquour store on Morktor Daddah street, dry cleaners, ect, all right there. Hotel laundry is expensive. Washed 5 pieces for 12 bucks. Too much $. But I would do Chouse again. Had a girl from Simmers with no I'd. Guards took a couple hundred to let her in late after any eyes around.

* Communications: Sim Cards- Safaricom SIM cards need to be registered, otherwise they will shut you down. I got a cutoff text from Safaricom two days later. I registered at Nakumatt Juction Mall. I found later a Safaricom place right on Kenyatta Ave by the hotel where I could have registered it. The phone is your lifeline for comms and arrangements for repeat performance from a preferred girl.

*Transportation: Traffic is terrible in this city. If your waiting for a date to come to you, hope your patient. And they will always make it sound they are closer than they actually are,"Ten min away from you", is really an hour. Only use taxis with a yellow line on the door (Mats also). They are the official taxis. I got gouged about three hundred shillings more than the average. Kenyan, as I watched them bargain and kept my mouth shut. After seeing them deal with the traffic, kinda deserved. Bus station is accross from the Hilton hotel where I think you can reach most places in the city for 50 shillings. If you are adventourous this site has Bus / Matatu maps for anywhere:

http://www.jambonairobi.co.ke/tag/na...matatu-routes/

*Websites. AfroINTRO- What a letdown. Of 6 I met from the site. 2 had fake pics. 3 tryin to play me with a no phuck rule, and 1 I had to wait till next day to shag. What is that 16% Their pics look better than they do in person. Only two of the six looked really good live, but they won't phuck! And had suck personality. Are you kidding me! I had much more fun with hookers. Those no phucks were not trying to scam me, and one of them actually showed me around and stuff. I think they are going for the long term BF homerun and trying to not look easy. But who cares. Just use them for information.

-Craigslist- Saw one with some great pics on the site and called her to the room. She also had fake pics, but actually not bad body and was kinda cool chick- even told ME to record this with something! Smelled a little but after a few days being here I got used to it and don't mind.

-Tagged- Here is where I met my superstar! Real pic. We met for drinks and once she started feeling comfortable, started telling me she lives alone and likes being naked in her house and she is Bi. Sexy body and great personality. She just started getting real comfortable and turned on. Grabbed a bite to eat, went to the room ans she started taking shit off to prove her point. Talkative during the shag and really feminine and sexy. Great service.

*Bars- This town partys, good bars everywhere, so I'll just mention a few.

Pickups in bars: Most Kenyans guys are married and keep the wives at home and take out the GF. When they take them out, the women look kinda bored, so don't assume it is a chick alone, she may be with someone. A few times I saw the bf even leave their gf alone in the same room. Kenyans treat the women pretty much like crap. I was thanked by hardcore Madhouse pros many time after giving them a good shag. Best to pick up on the dynamics of the place before approaching anyone.

-Madhouse. Was fun, prevailing advice is watch to watch your drink. I'm told these are a mix of pro, college students and women there for fun but may take and opportunity to make some money. Most of them look really sexy. I never saw a 9, 10 in Kenya. Music not hip-hop only, but mixed. Madhouse is an instituion not to be missed.

-Simmers-I learned this is a Congo / Nigerian bar. Best hunting in evening. No Naoimi Campbell look-alikes, esp during the day, but you can get some here with nice bodies. Food on the grill, a few TV's. I had 1 drunk chick follow me around the place, started stroking my back, I had to get a younger chick to get rid of her. The young one was 18, no I'd. I took her back to the room, but thought it better to shag her once and get rid of her cause she could have lied of her age. Gave the security a couple hundred shilling ea to let her in.

Havana-Execellent! Good place for your regular chick-only 10 min drive from CBD. Food, live music. Gypsys and Bachus right there also.

-Strip clubs-Checked out a couple. Lidos is the best. Near River Road. About 10 girls working the poles-3/10 really hot, but it is dark. Don't worry about tipping, everybodys broke. Was told a session in the back goes for 12k, but I'm sure negotiable. Even better is to just get the number. I got a 4k quote for my room.

*Security. Daytime-no problems anywhere. I only had to tell one guy to get out of my face in two weeks there. At night in CBD, yes there are security everywhere but half of them are asleep. And will a Kenyan risk himself to help you? Even in the USA, security is only trained to be a good witness. Just go with your gut feeling about anywhere, and don't bling-bling.

Kenyans are some of the nicest people I have met. I actually walked through a construction zone and fucked up my sneakers with mud. This guy called me over and cleaned off my shoe like I was JESUS, I could not believe it. Of course I tipped him.

In Nairobi for direct mongering I would just devote my time to Simmers / Madhouse until you get a feel for which non-pros are willing and what clubs and bars you like and will have good success in the outlying areas because of the bf factor. Good luck.

NG

[Arthur66]

I am getting a lot of unexpected responses to my posts. Thank you all, most appreciated. I think this is all what ISG is about, sharing stories and helping others to find their way to a warm, wet and horny woman.

Yesterday I went back to Simmers for dinner. Shaila, the very dark and slightly disturbed lady who keeps chasing me, comes for the regular complaint about not being chosen and the fact I do not offer her nothing.

Another regular catches me at the entrance, with deep bed-eyes. I guess if I would ask her to blow me in the toilets at Simmers as a good-will demonstration she would do it. But she is a hard-on pro, and I do not feel interested.

I was hungry, ordered roasted chicken and fried vegetables, delicious. I keep making jokes with the waitresses, shaking hands with the waiters, chatting and having fun. It is great to have my own turf, feels like home. The guards at the entry don't bother anymore to check me, and as soon as I arrive I get either a coffee or a coke, they know already what I want.

Regulars wave at me every day, the voice is out. The muzungu is a cheap bastard, but he is nice, treats their women well, and has a nice place to stay.

I was not in the mood for a woman, my balls have declared a general strike. I am having so much sex that I felt spent. But there comes Sheri. It is clear she is in for some fun, she wants her pussy licked up to the cervix, and she makes no mystery of it. OK, sleeping alone is not my strongest point. 2K LT, let's go.

Nice girls, a bit chubby, smokes too much but is a nice company. I take her several times during the night and evening. I love when I can just tell a woman to suck me and she just does it, and it is great to tell her to bend over and get my dick in her without discussions. I love African girls.

Both her and Pauline are putting forward clear propositions about going steady. I must be careful in keeping the relationship but not giving them ideas. On my books, it is not fair to promise anything to a woman who, after all, is only looking for a husband who fixes her life.

The more I speak with them, the more I discover a world of assumptions and legends regarding muzungus. Despite all the education they received, marry one and having a child with a white man is still seen as a bonus. Pauline would gladly remain pregnant with me even knowing I am not going to stay. It sounds crazy to western ears, but here it is nothing strange. Having children is a priority in life above many other things, and the African typical lack of long-term planning is evident.

Yesterday I went to look for Pauline shop in Kayole, Eastlands. Kayole is the other face of Nairobi, poor, shabby, almost a slum, but safe. If I was into it, I would just go there fishing for women. It would be so incredibly easy. On my way back from there, the matatu stopped for a few minutes to get new people in. I was sitting in the front, and there were three girls on the street chatting. I give them a big smile from the window. One of them stops the bus already driving, jumps in, sits at my side and asks for my phone number! Wow, I feel like the king of Persia here.

Anyway, I can't find Pauline shop, and her GSM is turned off. It is possible there is nothing like a Pauline shop in Kayole, another piece of bs, but I do not care. My istinct for adventure has taken over, walking off the beaten track in stinking mud and open air sewage. I got a number of curious looks from residents, I think they never saw a muzungu walking about down there and alone.

I have still not faced any situation where I felt in danger. Walking in that incredible mess that is central station, where the busses are, is more of a question of no accepting help from anybody and looking like one knows perfectly well where to go. Years of experience in developing countries are paying off. Never stop walking, never run, dressed down, nothing on me apart from some money, no credit card, nothing that you don't want to have stolen. No watch, it does not make sense to know what time it is.

The weather is not great today, but I am in the mood for some further exploration. I am starting to understand Nairobi more than what I thought. Taking the matatu is a great lesson in African society, you see girls taking the bus, all dressed up to go to the office, just coming out of some old, run-down house somewhere. People starting from nothing, working towards a better future, with a persistence that is unknown in the developed world.

Assuming tonite I will have something in my sack, I will try something new. I would not mind having a go with some local ladies on a freebe level. But however it goes, something tells me I won't sleep alone anyway. Tuesday is a slow day at Simmers, I know it, they know it. Let's rock!

Arthur out

[CharlyW]

I logged on here to see if there was any useful info about the Kenyan scene as I am travelling there in February, your posts are clear and to the point, thank you.

Charly

[Arthur66]

Ok, you remember my previous post about mature ladies?

Still true in general, but then you have girls like Tabby. Friday night my options got limited in a number of ways, my regulars were not available (shagging somebody else) , and I arrived at 1:30 with a mix of vitamin C and horny like a chimp.

I tried a few unsuccessful attempts. One girl has been chasing me all evening together with her girlfriend, and then pissed me off late at night when I came out with the financials. Another one, a very long-legged and micro-skirt pro, looked at me in disbelief when I offered 2 and did not even want to get into further negotiations. She felt she was worth a lot more. Then I finally got Tabby. A 40 kg. Spinner, young (but with I'd) , tight, crazy like a horse but not drunk.

The interview was really short, but she accepted my standard offer and I got pleasantly surprised. The energy of a 22 why / o girl coupled with some of the perkiest tits I have seen, and open to experimentation. The early hour of he morning saw my dick half-buried in her super tight ass, helped by massive amount of lube. Despite the discomfort, the girl was pushing to get it all in! Long life African women, even at such young age they know how to go the extra mile in bed.

I wrote a previous report on this, but alas it got lost in cyberspace.

I got consistent reports about the lack of fantasy of local guys here, particularly concerning DATY. Locals simply don't do it, and my girls all complain about it, especially after having their pussies licked for hours by the truly yours and cumming as never before in their life.

I spent the last night with Pauline again, she came 5 times in DATY and 2 in doggy. She is obviously not used to this, and the funniest thing is that they call this way of lovemaking "romantic". Never thought about pussy licking as a form of romance, but I can see their point. Also Tabby was surprised to find somebody who cares about her enjoyment.

The local vitamin C works great and it is inexpensive. If you select carefully, you can have loads of sex with just 2-3K, an absolute bargain. I use Femiplan condoms, you can fin everywhere in box of 6. Cost 100 a box. A fraction of the Durex stuff, and they are as good.

BTW, yesterday I also met the best girlfriend of Pauline, a smaller but maybe more handsome girl. Pauline was interested in exposing her to the muzungu world of sex, so I offered a trio. She accepted initially, but then she backed off. Too little money she said, but I think there are other reasons for that. Maybe she is a bit jealous of Pauline having scored a muzungu instead of her, or maybe she was not feeling comfortable with the idea of somebody spending half of his time together licking her and fucking her no-stop. It must be hard to go from the 5-10 minutes humping with a local to the western way. I am tempted to insist though. Deep inside me there is the soul of a teacher for some reason. And, I need to go with Tabby to Anal Fundamental lesson 2. Gentle pumping. As her backdoor is now open, I should harvest the results of my efforts. Pauline is not interested in this practice.

Partial count to today. 4 girls (Maria, Cheri, Tabby and Pauline).75% success rate worth a repeat (Maria excluded). Pauline is getting closer and closer, but I don't want she gets ideas. She was already left behind by her local husband and with a child. I don't intend to break her hart again. I will have to repeat my initial message. No strings attached, let's have fun, you pay your bills, and I stay warm at night.

Another thing I noticed is that there is a kind of tacit pact between ladies to keep prices to an acceptable level. I reckon the "recommended" LT price for locals is between 3-5 and for muzungus starts at 4K. Negotiations below those figures must be held quiet, or the girl can be embarrassed with her friends and considered "cheap". Another good reason why it is advisable to avoid girls hunting in groups or couples.

However, all the fuss about keeping prices at the 2K mark maximum is misplaced and unrealistic. Prices change between girls, between days of the week, between hours of the day, between customers and between places. To expect scoring a top model pro at Madhouse around 8 PM on Saturday night for 2K is a far shot. When I will be hunting tonite, Monday, I know there will be some girls available for less than 2K from 11 PM onward. And that is another reason why I simply love Simmers. Not only because it is cheap, but because many of the girls there are non. Pro. Neither Pauline, nor her friend, nor Tabby ever had a muzungu between their tights before, and it shows.

Skills are good to excellent across the board. African girls are horny by nature, they know how to please a man by talent, and with the exclusion of the youngest ones and the Maria of this world, they are all good fun to be with. They like to be tenderly kissed, fucked long and sweet (local guys cum fast) , caressed, cuddled. In summary, if there is something like a gf experience, for girls here there is for sure a bf experience. With the right guy.

Arthur out

[Tradewinds]

i enjoyed reading your report, you are spot on regarding the drunkenness, bad behaviour at simmers and also warning about paper i'd. a friend picked a girl from simmers with paper i'd and took her his hotel and in the small hours of the morning the police came to his hotel room and arrested him charged with having sex with an **** girl, apparently the hotel informed the police. he was released after a day of expensive negotiation.

cheers, trade.

while during weekdays simmers is imho quite enjoyable, during weekends it becomes quite complicated. a large number of girls are available, but many of them tend to misbehave in many ways.

for one, they drink far too much. as the evening proceeded yesterday, a number of them reduced themselves to a ridiculous state of alcohol induced alteration, with a few of them simply falling on the ground, unable to walk anymore. some start yelling and become aggressive, some others got in a state of depression, simply sitting down at a table unable to speak anymore, staring.

secondly, prices sky-rocket to 3-4k. with the bar packed with potential customers, mostly locals and with money to spend, negotiations become difficult.

thirdly, a number of sharks frequent the place during weekends. hard core pro's whose smile looks more the one of a wolf than one of a nice company for the night.

in short, yesterday i came back to my place empty handed. however, i collected some interesting insight from one of the most senior pro's available yesterday, whose name i did not get. she is a 39 why / o rather large lady, who told me that girls not succeeding to find a feasible company during the evening face a serious issue. apparently, women alone are not allowed to walk on the streets at night, say as from 10 pm, and if they get caught by the police they are detained for the night at a police station.

their only chance is to get a cab (200-400 for them) and ride to one of the local bars downtown to crash on a table for the night, with far less money than what they started with. according to my calculations, a girl arriving at 6 pm at simmers could spend a total of 1500 shillings between drinks and transportation. which should make life easier for a seeker.

however, a totally drunk girl in bed for the night, hungry for money beyond repair, is not what i would describe a good mix. the more they get drunk, the more they become a liability on my books, able to perform desperate actions like trying to steal from you or making a big scene in the morning (i saw it happening). if you are drunk as well, the sky is the limit concerning troubles waiting to happen.

another thing happened yesterday. the aforementioned lady presented me with a real beauty. white dressed, stunning body, lovely face. and without i'd! all she got was a piece of paper, handwritten, vaguely resembling an official receipt but without picture and an unreadable birth date. the story was that she lost her documents and that she has requested a new i'd at the town hall, receiving the piece of paper as receipt of her request.

when i faced that situation, all my alarm bells went off. the way i see it is that she was ****d, possibly pimped by the lady, and that if i would have accepted a lift from her to my place i could end up with an accusation for ****philia in a kenyan court, or blackmailed in some way. all members must be aware of this possibility. without a valid i'd, with a picture and a birth date that proves the lady is 18+ you could simply end up in jail and become registered as a [CodeWord126]. another good reason why, when mongering, you must absolutely keep your guard up and refrain from drinking too much. the amount of troubles an error like that could cause is beyond belief.

maybe i am over cautious and too selective, but i am under the impression that while the amount of ladies available is very high, the chance to find a nice and reliable company for the night is relatively small, especially at weekends.

kenya is a great place, nairobi is a lot of fun, but you must remain sharp at all times. and remember that whatever you hear is most probably a total fabrication.

arthur

[Arthur66]

yesterday went out for drinks with a couple of friends at one of the bars around the hilton.

posh sphere on the second floor, waitresses in uniform, still affordable prices but quite artificial altogether. i saw places like that all around the world, still prefer simmers.

girls are a class apart though. a local guy comes in with two absolute stunners, one of which sports a pair of 2 meters long legs and an ass out of this world. she does not look very happy though, and my guess is that ass would not come out of the mini-skirt she wears for less than 10k. not my type, but nice to look at.

we move to simmers. as soon as alone, i start looking for sheri who, in the best of women tradition, is nowhere to be seen. either she is already shagging somebody else or she is at black diamond, and i do not intend to get there. simmers is my hunting ground, i know a lot of people there, it is at walking distance from my place, and it is cheap and fun.

chat with a couple of girls. the somalian spinner i saw a few days ago is drunk beyond repair and quite unhappy. she asks for drink, i refuse, she sends me to hell. ok baby, suit yourself. a couple of girls keep chasing me. one is looking nice, sweet face. but i am wary of girls working together, it is rarely a good sign. i keep walking and i see a long-legged, micro-skirt, blonded stunner. 1.80 at least and on heels. wow, what is such a beauty doing at simmers? i investigate. she is a hard pro, can see from the eyes. her smile is corrupted by a badly broken tooth. nice tits, dressed to kill, but definitely a pro. i mention "en passant" my standard fee. 2k. she squares me for what i am, a cheap bastard who knows too much. no deal. i keep wandering around, and i see the somalian again, holding a bottle in each hand, unable to manage her heels and gravity together. her speech is severely unpaired, she waffle about going to madhouse and keep partying there. i don't think they will let her in, but good luck.

it is past midnight and i still don't have a shooting solution for the night. it is too late to call pauline, cheri is not there, let's see what on of the girls chasing me want. i am a bit tipsy, the tusker malt is small but hits hard. i start to negotiate with sweet face. 2000 lt. given the time of the day she should jump on the offer, but she hesitates. i am starting to be tired of her, decide baby. she says yes, but she wants also taxi money. i tell her blunt faced the deal is off. next time she will be a bit wiser. i guess she spent the night with her ugly girlfriend in some god forsaken dump downtown.

the vitamin c i took kicks in. i don't intend to go back empty handed. keep wandering, and i see her. small, tight, young, a body to die for. why is she still around? she approaches, she hugs me, she knows it is either me or the dump. i shoot hard terms. 2k, no bs, no extra or i kick you out of my room real time. she looks at me, i am taller than her, she nods.

it is a 5 minutes deal, i don't know anything of her, take a chance. we have a common problem, i hope we will get a common solution. back to the hotel, i find myself with a wild cat. she blows me, she fucks like it was last day before armageddon, she rides like an amazon. she does not mind a condom, but i insist. we keep playing for two hours straight, she cums easily when licked, she takes my big enhanced dick like a 40 why / o expert. i start to touch the third hole, she let me do, i take the lube and i start my anal lesson 1. basics. the last session of the night sees my cock half way in her virgin ass. boys, she is tight down there.

morning sees a repeat, with me fucking her as hard as i can fuck before coffee. with another anal 1 basic lesson, my middle finger disappears inside her tight asshole. she blows me to finish, swallowing everything i still got. i take a few pictures, but she asks me to keep them for myself, sorry guys, i have a word only and i won't post them.

she takes the 2k with a smile and she leaves. it is 8. 30 am and i am already tired. i got her number. i will call her back.

one thing i noticed is that local girls not used to muzungus appreciate immensely a tongue massaging their clit. they all cum within 5 minutes and ask for more. i think locals don't do that or don't do that right. i know sheri and pauline would take my 2k simply because they know that, as an added value to the deal, they would enjoy themselves with me. and i really like hearing their moans of pleasure, feeding on their black, meaty pussies while massaging their anus. a new experience for most of them.

my bedroom smells of sex. my bed is a battlefield. the vitamin c is still alive and kicking. time to give pauline a call. arthur out.

[Arthur66]

nothing to do, the more i accumulate experiences, the more i am convinced that mature ladies beat the younger ones hands down.

yesterday night i was back at my favorite hunting grounds, looking for company. the scene was similar to the day before, although simmers was less packed than thursday. i wonder why.

looking, looking, quiet and easy. i seat at a table with two girls, who end up paying little if any attention to me. maybe i developed a hulk-like green face? strange and highly suspicious. stood up again, spoken to a very small lady in green, whose body was not bad but whose face would have made soft the statue of liberty. no go.

eventually, spotted pauline. standing alone, dressed in a chinese-like dress which in its simplicity put in evidence her feminine features. started to chat with her, we found a table and we can finally see if we like each other.

a bit shy, not young (for african standards) , no plastic in the hair, no makeup, a warm, quiet voice. i like her, in fact she gives me the hot. a true and pure african woman, not trying to be anything else than that. must be my lucky day.

i was prepared to some negotiations, but she says yes to 2k without a thought. lt!

no i'd, lost the day before she says. darn, not again! she is not ****d, but how do i get her through security? we leave, hoping for the best. security is nowhere to be seen (lazy bastards) , but it suits me well. in the room, it is party. she is 29, hot, experienced, and horny. very horny. i am the first muzungu she says. maybe, but who cares? she blows me within 5 minutes from arrival. 69 in bed and she comes twice in a row, mish, doggy, cim to finish. we try to sleep, but it does not work. i finger her gently, and she starts moaning again, other bbbj, i take her again, second splash.

i lick her again, third cum for her. we are both wasted. i fall asleep with her long, crispy hair caressing my chest. repeat in the morning.

my collection of condoms is depleting rapidly. and i will need tons of eggs to replenish my assets. i will see her again also because, as a proof she is not a pro, she forgets her keys (would have probably forgot her gsm as well if i did not remember her to take it).

mature ladies are the future, i keep saying that to myself and to everybody. young stunners are very nice to see, but if they don't have the pelvic trust needed to have sex as a real female, what is beauty good for? this lady is simply female and simply horny, she has a son but her inner muscles can crack a nut if she wants to. she likes to fuck. she is quiet and obedient. she is sweet and intelligent. sorry for the young super tight spinners of this world, but they simply can't compete.

i also found some vitamin c equivalent at the local pharmacy. will try it tonite. 4 pills for 600. if they work as the original product, i will buy a kilo of it. with a woman like that, i will need some.

now i have cheri (maybe tonite) and pauline. both excellent providers. both at simmers. i would not mind at all going back to the hotel with one of the barbecue girls, but i am afraid she is not a catch.

oh, why is life so cruel?

arthur

[Clint5]

Hi Arthur,

Am Clint a kenyan and living in Nairobi. I have been reading your reports and you are really enjoying Kenya. Time to time I do visit simmers and I do like the ladies. Am a straight guy and I like sex fun a lot. I like group sex with clean people. If you are available you can join me and some girls we enjoy some group sex. 3some. 4some or the one you like. You can leave me your contacts or email so that I can get in touch with you.

Enjoy your stay in Kenya.

[Member #4178]

Don't offer drinks and forget about being a gallant gentleman, in Africa that is seen as a weakness and will cause you a lot of headaches. I know it is not easy, but your best bet is to imagine yourself as a kind of white king, who might allow any of the girls to join you for the night for a small fee.

Arthur

You got it correct.

The key is to differentiate yourself, although simmers is not the place for that. In general, with conversation or even negotiation (for a pro) , you learn what the other side really wants.

[Pete Benetar]

However, a totally drunk girl in bed for the night, hungry for money beyond repair, is not what I would describe a good mix. The more they get drunk, the more they become a liability on my books, able to perform desperate actions like trying to steal from you or making a big scene in the morning (I saw it happening). If you are drunk as well, the sky is the limit concerning troubles waiting to happen.

Arthur

Good report Arthur, nicely done. I'm a little biased as my perspective on drinking is similar.

[Jamie69]

After the first experience with Maria, I went back to Simmers. By now they know me by name, staff has an eye for returning customers.

Again around 8 PM, sat down and ordered chicken and coke, with very few people around..

Thanks for the reports. Brings back lots of good memories. Have been 4 times but of to Uganda next week as get a bit sick of being recognised in Nairobi.

[Member #4349]

Re the police rounding up the ho's after 10pm. Its true, and has been happening for several years. See older posts.

The ho's would be standing outside simmers, the police van would come round, the ho's would run into Simmers. When I was walking from bar to bar one of the ho's asked to accompany me, just so that she wouldn't get tossed in the van.

I stayed at Chester House, which was OK, but overpriced, had 1970's fixtures and fittings, including the shiniest most dangerous parquet floor and rugs I've even seen.

Chester House is on Koinange Street, apparently one of the biggest street walker centres. However on the Saturday night I was there the police were doing numerous unfoturnately effective rounds locking up unaccompanied women, and street walkers were non existant. Didn't seem to be a street walker environment, not the centre at least.

I was only there one night so maybe I was unlucky.

It won't take long to pull one out of Simmers, or the Florida Nightclub both close to Koinange street.

[Arthur66]

while during weekdays simmers is imho quite enjoyable, during weekends it becomes quite complicated. a large number of girls are available, but many of them tend to misbehave in many ways.

for one, they drink far too much. as the evening proceeded yesterday, a number of them reduced themselves to a ridiculous state of alcohol induced alteration, with a few of them simply falling on the ground, unable to walk anymore. some start yelling and become aggressive, some others got in a state of depression, simply sitting down at a table unable to speak anymore, staring.

secondly, prices sky-rocket to 3-4k. with the bar packed with potential customers, mostly locals and with money to spend, negotiations become difficult.

thirdly, a number of sharks frequent the place during weekends. hard core pro's whose smile looks more the one of a wolf than one of a nice company for the night.

in short, yesterday i came back to my place empty handed. however, i collected some interesting insight from one of the most senior pro's available yesterday, whose name i did not get. she is a 39 why / o rather large lady, who told me that girls not succeeding to find a feasible company during the evening face a serious issue. apparently, women alone are not allowed to walk on the streets at night, say as from 10 pm, and if they get caught by the police they are detained for the night at a police station.

their only chance is to get a cab (200-400 for them) and ride to one of the local bars downtown to crash on a table for the night, with far less money than what they started with. according to my calculations, a girl arriving at 6 pm at simmers could spend a total of 1500 shillings between drinks and transportation. which should make life easier for a seeker.

however, a totally drunk girl in bed for the night, hungry for money beyond repair, is not what i would describe a good mix. the more they get drunk, the more they become a liability on my books, able to perform desperate actions like trying to steal from you or making a big scene in the morning (i saw it happening). if you are drunk as well, the sky is the limit concerning troubles waiting to happen.

another thing happened yesterday. the aforementioned lady presented me with a real beauty. white dressed, stunning body, lovely face. and without i'd! all she got was a piece of paper, handwritten, vaguely resembling an official receipt but without picture and an unreadable birth date. the story was that she lost her documents and that she has requested a new i'd at the town hall, receiving the piece of paper as receipt of her request.

when i faced that situation, all my alarm bells went off. the way i see it is that she was ****d, possibly pimped by the lady, and that if i would have accepted a lift from her to my place i could end up with an accusation for ****philia in a kenyan court, or blackmailed in some way. all members must be aware of this possibility. without a valid i'd, with a picture and a birth date that proves the lady is 18+ you could simply end up in jail and become registered as a [CodeWord126]. another good reason why, when mongering, you must absolutely keep your guard up and refrain from drinking too much. the amount of troubles an error like that could cause is beyond belief.

maybe i am over cautious and too selective, but i am under the impression that while the amount of ladies available is very high, the chance to find a nice and reliable company for the night is relatively small, especially at weekends.

kenya is a great place, nairobi is a lot of fun, but you must remain sharp at all times. and remember that whatever you hear is most probably a total fabrication.

arthur