On the Block. Report: 020
'On the Block'
'North Shore Chronicles'
10-Jun-2008 Tue Report: 020 (Historical). No name for $60. Location: 'Northcote Motel', Onewa Road, Northcote, North Shore. Mob: 6352. Ethnicity: Sri Lankan Indian. System: Direct. Rating: 1/5.
'The horror on Onewa Road'
Why would I do this? Why would I dig out a report from 2008 and share this inglorious moment with the whole world? Because there is comfort in sharing. Also there is some entertainment value in this report too. Most importantly, this lady could still be operating somewhere or if not now, she might emerge eventually.
Somewhere in this forum there are few brief reports about her, that in few short words sum up the horror I went through. Oh, she does seem to be a pro, the word I hate to use in relation to her. When I say pro I mean, she seems to move in various prostitution outlets such as Femme Fatale. Sooner or later, all the guys bump into a provider like this. The pain makes us stronger. So here it is.
For me, a night time worker, the perfect time to go for a visit is midway what majority of the daytime employed people have as their working week, Tue-Thu, time span of 1000 – 1400. On one of my days off, I wake up nice and early in the morning, prepare myself by browsing the ads and make a pick as to which provider to call up, preferably somebody new.
Like this Sri Lankan Indian on the Shore I hadn't had the chance to try before. She advertised herself in the Herald. 45 mins for $60. Sold! Indian chicks are yet another ethnic group I never had a chance to dip into.
Imagining that a hot, lanky, young Indian cutie would be servicing me if I make an appointment I dialed the mobile number and the call went live.
'Are you an Indian? ', a business like voice asked me on the other side.
'Hm, do I sound like an Indian? ', I responded.
'We don't service Indian men. To avoid meeting guys we know from our community and save ourselves the embarrassment, that is why I ask. '
'No, I'm a European man. '
Which was good enough for her. We made an appointment for me in about 15 minutes, just enough time to drive from Glenfield to the motel in Northcote. As per the usual procedure, I have already showered and prepared prior to making a call as a time saving and confidence boosting measure. I've been mongering for awhile now, but still making these calls, especially to providers I haven't called before, can be a nerve straining experience.
Just as I parked into the motel car park and hopped out of the car, I stumbled upon who is to be my provider; a short, ugly, older woman with square mouth wearing a brown mutton coat. Unfortunately, the shock of laying my eyes upon such a horrible sight, knocked me out so badly I forgot to ask for her name, and now can only refer to her as 'Sri Lankan Indian'.
She was definitely not the hot, lanky, young Indian beauty I had imagined. To this day I don't really know why I still followed her into the room. Probably psychological shock numbed me out to such an extent I didn't know what I was doing.
Confidently opening up the front doors she led me into the motel room and directed me towards the bedroom on the right. On our way there, she briefly stopped next to another door that was most likely a bathroom and slammed on it several times, exclaiming, 'Tony, I got a guy for 45 minutes! ' Fuck. Keep your fucking voice down, I almost went off at her.
It wasn't most comfortable of feelings to know somebody else was in the motel suite. That Tony somebody could have been either a male or a female. Most likely it was a male but I chose to believe it was most likely that Indian female on the phone I spoke to when making the appointment.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention; the female on the phone was not the same as the one that was to service me. The voice on the phone was definitely younger sounding, with only traces of Indian accent, as oppose to the old screechy voice of the service provider in front of me, which was heavily accented.
Once we got into the room and disrobed, she didn't look much better naked either. She had birth stretch marks, which normally I don't mind, but I do mind more than the usually hanging tits. She was also much older than I originally thought when seeing her for the first time outside. During the intercourse I wasn't allowed to touch her tits, let alone squeeze them, which would be a saving grace to being deprived of an appealing visual stimulant. Not much to look at, and can't even touch it.
She started off with a blowjob of course, and since having an old woman blow you is not something most men appreciate, I decided to salvage what I can by turning her over and go for behind action relatively soon, hoping that the visual roundness of a female butt that comes naturally to most women would be a way to at least fantasize I'm banging a much younger and hotter Indian chick. It's a fantasy I would not able to imagine if banging her from the front.
A young Indian woman of today, the kind you see in the nightclubs, is definitely not the same as a young Indian woman of 20 to 30 years ago. From the way they now dress to make you drool to the seductive attitude they display. No wander there are quite a few Kiwi guys with Indian wives.
My fantasy was dispersed as, unfortunately, she wiggled out of it soon after and wanted me to go for the frontal, leg spreading action, which in itself it would be much less painful experience had she not kept theatrically exclaiming, 'F- me like my father f- me! Oh, yes baby, oh yes! ' over and over again.
Do I really look like I would enjoy such a fantasy during sex? If there is something like that in her family background, do I need to be made aware of it? She kept going with the whole father thing while I banged her from the front, and I kept going hard at her, and I don't know how. To cut the whole nightmare short, I turned her over again for some more action from behind.
By using the human mind power to create images to the maximum capacity, I kept fantasizing of younger Indian females I met in my life before and finally got off. After opening my eyes, still with hazy images of pretty Indian hotties running through my mind, I encountered her watery eyes. She looked angry and pissed off, manifesting hurt feelings.
My guess is she knew she failed to deliver. Yeah, I have to be sarcastic but; apart from the whole father thing, why on earth would she think that? Oh, maybe the fact that the whole ordeal lasted for less than 20 minutes and I was dressing up hurriedly, eager to get the fuck out of there as soon as I can?
Well, that was my first ever Indian provider, and I couldn't have chosen it worse. Had a sickening feeling afterwards, and not even the feeling of being 'unloaded' could bring the experience up to two stars. Ironically, another such one star experience happened with Suzy, the horrible Kiwi provider in the same motel, several rooms further down the driveway.
This 'Sri Lankan Indian' is another perfect example of someone who shouldn't work in the sex business. During the intercourse it looked like she enjoyed it more than I did, and for a good reason. She got more out of it, by bedding a younger guy such as myself.
In this cash for sex transaction I came out short and need to seek a more positive Indian provider experience. Ever since, I didn't really notice any Indian provider ads that would fit my criteria. So if anyone has a good lead for one, please don't hesitate to let me know.
On the Block. Report: 021 (Part 1)
22-april-2011, fri.
'phoenix stands me up' (phoenix – part 1)
got up early in the morning, around 8 am, after plentiful and restful sleep. i was fully charged and ready to explore new ground on the block, with a possible new provider. fully charged and locked and loaded to blow my load.
i did the usual search through the herald, only to stop at the new ad that popped out at me. it was by a provider called phoenix. she got into my memory as an african lady that operates from a house in manuka road, glenfield. you had to reach her place through a gate behind the strip of shops.
how do i know so much about this phoenix lady? learned a lot of info about her from isgf website which is my regular place to collect info about providers and even i provided quite a few reports of my own. the reviewer who visited phoenix in 2007-2008 gave her high marks.
for me, the most attractive aspect of course was her fee. $40 for a quicky according to the reviewer. the other thing was that she was so close to me. on google maps i deduced where the house might be according to the description from the review. could probably see it from the roof of my house.
the prospect of having a provider who is cheap and close by excited me. no just because i could get a bonk today, but because i could create a regular client provider relationship. like a perfect girlfriend. the one that provides you with all the best things in the relationship, like regular sex relief, and avoids the worse, like drama and big mouth.
fuck the drama. i know who i am, what i want and i'm not apologising for it. as one good provider ad said, 'i'm better than a therapist, cheaper than a wife, less drama than a girlfriend and more fun than all of them. '
yesterday i made a first contact with phoenix via a txt message. btw this is the first correspondence that was fully conducted via txt messaging. since she did not have the usual disclaimer in her ad that providers often place at the end, 'no txt messaging', i correctly guessed that it was a safe bet to txt her instead of calling her. better chances of clearer communication and avoids the dreaded voicemail.
this was her response; 'hi baby, i'm mature, playful, classy, just turned 40, australian northern territory, torres strait islander, beautiful tropical ebony. 5 feet 6, size 12 –14, small bust, playful nipples, with sexy stockings, lingerie, steamy hot sex, $60 / quicky, $80/15 minutes, $120 / half hour, $140 / full hour and outcalls around auckland $180 to $200 and $380 for couples. '
obviously from the way she has described herself, torres strait islander that operates from northcote, i deduced she wasn't the same phoenix in glenfield as featured in those isgf reviews back in 2007-2008. still, i decided to mull things over for a day and only responded today saying;
'thanks for your time, but i had you confused with this african lady from manuka road, glenfield who did $40 for quick. cheers. '
not even two minutes later she sent a response, 'still am, still do. ' damn, she says it is her. deciding to believe her, with excitement taking hold of me, i sent a txt message back asking how about a $40 quicky today. she responded, 'can do. at work at the moment. txt me after 9 pm to come here for a $40 quick. '
great! although i had to wait until 9 pm, it didn't matter. for the remainder of the time i managed to control my excitement. it was easter friday. the whole of auckland was closed. empty streets. even if the streets were full of cars with friday night party people it wouldn't matter. i'd probably be able to blend in on my way there. in fact the usual friday night auckland would be better for me in that regard, despite the fact the visit time falls outside of my preferred visitation time frame.
come 9 pm, i already had shower, clean set of clothes and my cash for payout sorted. after patiently waiting for a few minutes, i sent off a txt asking is it ok to come around now. no response. after another half hour i sent off another txt. nothing again. obviously, if i keep sending her a flood of txts, i end up looking like a stalker. after two unanswered txts you should know to back off. she's not answering for whatsoever reason.
realising i've been stood up, i gave up on trying to reach her.
On the Block. Report: 021 (Part 2)
'on the block'
'north shore chronicles'
27-apr–2011, wed. report: 021.
phoenix for $40. location: xxx lake road, northcote, north shore. mob: 3167. ethnicity: islander. system: direct. rating: 1/5. warning!
'failure to launch' (phoenix – part 2)
after having a real s-t night at work i drove up home finally leaving the whole ordeal behind me. however, i was still in a f-g foul mood, after i tumbled into the bed, attempting to get some sleep. tossing and turning, unable to shut off the river of thoughts streaming through me.
my dehumidifier kept humming overnight, making the room quite warm despite the traces of winter outside the windows. usually the gentle droning helps me get to sleep faster, but not today. the warm, dry air made me thirstier and thirstier, until i couldn't bear it no longer.
i took off my night mask, the earplugs then grabbed the water bottle i keep on the nightstand, only to notice that my cell phone was blinking with the blue light that indicates a new txt message. i looked it up and it was from phoenix.
'gday. available today until 3pm. ' it was sent at 09. 03 am, and the time i picked it up was 09. 25 am. thinking about it for only a split second, i jumped out of the bed. f-k it! yeah, let's do it. can't sleep anyway and a soothing f-k might even help me sleep better.
instead of texting her, i called her back and the call went live.
'hi, how you doing. i'm that guy from last friday. '
'ok. '
'just wandering if that $40 for quicky is still available? '
'yeah. we can do that, ' she said sounding unsure about it, 'when do you want to come here? '
'how about 10 am? '
'that's too early for me, i need to get ready. how about 10. 30 am? '
'sounds great. '
'i'll send you a txt with the address and instructions. ok? bye. '
'bye. '
with a new energy, i hopped out of the bed, showered, prepared the cash, selected clean clothes and after her instruction txt came in with the address, i checked it out on google maps. it said xxx lake road, northcote. it also directed me to park next to the red car, in front of the front doors, which will be left open for me, and to go and find her upstairs.
around 10 am i got into the car, then set off towards northcote where i reached the roundabout intersection near fruit and vege supermarket, turned into lake road, and made a scouting pass the knock house. the bland yellow coloured, two level, no frills house itself wasn't too far from that intersection and it was in the part of northcote where state run housing nz corporation built cheap housing for underprivileged tenants.
with it's multimillion dollar mansions in the areas such as east coast bays, takapuna, milford, devonport and other moneyed pockets strewn around the shore, it is easy to forget these types of housing developments exist here too.
after slowly driving by and confirming that was the place, i made a turn and decided to park my car in the nearby side street, then walk to the meet from there. it was only 10. 15 am, which means i had a bit of time to try and relax.
amongst other reasons why i parked my car in the side street is that i had some previous engine problems with it. the last thing i wanted to is to be stranded in the front yard of a knock house, unable to turn on the engine, and looking for a jump start.
wouldn't be feeling safe, as the area had that depressed looking feeling about it. the side street seemed a safer option in that regard. also it would make my approach easier to conceal and more private. since the rain continued to drizzle, my wide brim black umbrella would provide an excellent cover to my approach.
come 10. 27 am, i got out and set off towards the house with the red car in front of it, my umbrella firmly above my head, almost like a huge hat, that concealed my face completely as i slowly meandered up lake road, then into the front yard.
once inside, i approached the front door, and sure enough, it was left slightly ajar, so i pushed it open and got in. inside, immediately to the left of the front door, was a wooden staircase. went up.
on the landing upstairs i bumped into phoenix, awaiting for me, in front of the only bedroom upstairs that i could see. when i made a scouting pass the house, i spied a pretty african woman walking up the street. i was hoping and thinking that will be her.
it wasn't. that was a pure coincidence. phoenix wasn't even african at all. her round, toothy face, square body with slim, non-sexy looking extremities revealed no resemblance to any african features. in fact she really was torres strait pacific islander as claimed in her txt.
although there are a lot of stunningly beautiful islander girls and women walking the streets of auckland, phoenix wasn't one of them. she didn't meet my minimum required attractiveness.
still being in the mood i was, feeling heavy from having a s-t night at work, decided to give it a go anyway. after all, it's going to be only a $40 loss. some such less then attractive providers have the ability to make up for their lack of mra with a surprising hunger for sex and eagerness to please, that surpasses what many a prettier provider might offer. as i was about to discover, phoenix wasn't one of them either.
now, since there was no mra, it would be highly likely that i'll be having a problem getting it up in the first place. here comes that hunger for sex and eagerness to please from her side, that might sweep me away in that frenzied feeling and solve the problem of my limp dick.
i'm afraid inability to rise to the occasion has nothing to do with me consciously. yes, i want to get it up, get off as quickly as possible and get the f-k out of there. however try telling that to my sub-conscious, animal part of the brain that is in charge of these things. just not going to happen, unless the female is attractive enough or failing that, gives of overwhelming vibrations of wanting to have sex.
since this was a quicky deal, there was no effort on her part to be cuddly, act sexy or get any type of physical contact going. instead she launched straight into a blowjob. well, a blowjob attempt would be a better description. she placed the condom straight over my limp dick and started to go through the motions, but i couldn't get it up.
the room was relatively small one, one of those compact ones. it had a queen bed in the recessed part of the room, a commode for clothing and other items opposite the bed, on top of which i was perched naked, my feet on mercilessly cold wood, her sitting on the side of the bed attempting to blow me.
the only window was without drapes, except for a white privacy curtain, where you could see outside onto the street through it. it didn't give me assurance that nobody could see us inside also. those cold, wooden floors added symbolic meaning to what was unfolding.
it just wasn't happening for me. the more it went on, the more the feeling of time pressure started to creep up and rear its ugly head. she was charging $80 for 15 minutes and $120 for half hour, and the way this was going by the time i get off i might even be forced to pay up that much.
didn't want to get into an argument over the fee. who knows whom i'm dealing with here. it is an unsafe area, and i've only seen one part of the house, who knows who else is in it. there could be a big, angry pimp nearby waiting to burst in at the first sign of the trouble.
to speed things up, i attempted to hop onto the bed in hopes of getting into the mood faster, but she blocked me from doing so, and kept me standing leaned against the commode.
'it's better to keep it here, since it is only a quicky, ' she concluded coldly and proceeded with the unsuccessful blowjob of my limp dick, in spite the fact it wasn't getting up. my feeling is that once lying on the bed, there could be some more physical contact established that could help me get it up and get onto a quick f-k.
instead i remained standing there, and she got into blowing me more vigorously, figuring that is the way to get it up. obviously, she was wrong. feeling of time pressure was now even more unbearable and i began to suspect that quicky doesn't include full service at all but only a blow job. 'sorry, but it's just not happening for me today, ' i finally spat it out, 'had a real s-t night at work, maybe that's the reason. '
'ok, why don't you get on the bed, ' she decided to fold, 'see if you can relax more. '
which i did, but laying there, the combination of feeling the time pressure plus her unattractiveness couldn't be overcome by the prospect of a quick sex relief and satisfying my need to cum after all.
'yeah, look, i don't think i'm capable of doing anything today, ' i said carefully not wanting to hurt her feelings, but also not wanting to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] her off. i could imagine her running off to her pimp in tears, him running in, grabbing me by the throat while i'm half naked, not finished dressing up, and punching me out repeatedly shouting something like;
'this is for hurting her feelings, ' smack, smack, smack, 'this is for making her have poor self image issues, ' smack, smack, smack 'and this is for reducing her self-esteem and confidence, ' smack, smack, smack.
she sat there on the bed, gave me an assessing look and offered her own diagnosis on my lack of steam and failure to launch.
'do you use crystal meth? you know, smoke p? '
'i don't use drugs. not my thing. '
'a lot of young men who use meth have that problem, ' she insisted that is at the root cause of my problem. the phenomenon that she was referring to was something that many sex workers encounter sooner or later in their profession. meth impotence.
methamphetamine use not only wrecks havoc on users teeth, speeds up the aging process and provides a skeletal look, but it also causes that particular phenomenon. meth is a drug eighteen times more potent than cocaine. the high lasts for hours longer than cocaine whose effect is about half hour long. meth eventually fries the brain's pleasure receptors with its powerful potency and the normal every day pleasures, like sexual intercourse, cannot compare to it any more. therefore the meth impotence. sex looses its meaning.
'no, i had a bad night at work, that is all. ' it was a bullshit excuse. with a more attractive woman a bad night at work would not be an issue. in fact sex would be the antidote for it, the way to feel better. with a woman like phoenix, her unattractiveness is a contributing factor to my lack of lift off.
'maybe you just need to concentrate, ' she continued prodding for the solution. it was bullshit of course. i need to feel aroused, not concentrate on anything. she just wasn't doing it for me. she also thought i whacked off immediately before seeing her. although i didn't, it was increasingly looking like that might be the only way to get some sexual relief after all. getting off the bed, i dressed up, thanked her anyway, left the cash behind me, then exited into the front yard, rain still drizzling.
so what went wrong? i need to be fair to her. when initially called her, telling her i was that guy from part 1 and asking for a $40 quicky deal, she wasn't too sure about that and probably had the feeling of underselling her services that contributed to her lack lustre performance.
there was also a prominent feeling of time pressure throughout which i should have been aware would be a problem. live and learn. so quicky deal in is not always the best one. this was my first quicky deal ever by the way. with the right provider, it would be a better experience. she is unattractive and it's beyond me as to how she operates as a provider.
her price sheet is completely out of sync with her looks, which is the measure by which providers in new zealand usually use to price themselves, not to mention her performance. then there was my frame of mind, but it wouldn't matter with the right choice of provider, like i said before.
next time i will predetermine my visits, so this exact thing doesn't happen again. overall, it was the wrong time, the wrong place and the wrong choice of provider that in the end assured this visit is a failure.
On the Block. Report: 022
'On the Block'
'North Shore Chronicles'
04-May–2011, Wed. Report: 022.
Yoo Yoo for $70. Location: XXX Chivalry Road, Glenfield, North Shore. Mob: 2789. Ethnicity: Chinese. System: Massage. Rating: 5/5.
'Yoo Yoo's return'
Needed a nice massage, and more, by none other but the stalwart of the North Shore scene. Yoo Yoo! Yes, her ad reappeared in the Herald and it was time to relax with a massage by Yoo Yoo. That is, if it was still her working at that address and not somebody else who took over the name and number. Called her up, the call went live and I arranged to be there in about 5 minutes.
Once I drove up, I got up the staircase, rang the bell, anxiously awaiting if it was her that opens the door, and. Yes! It was her! She took me to the her room for the usual service of triple treat, but not before I told her I lost trace of her few months back.
She said she went back to China for 6 weeks over the Chinese New Year. Had I not had a 3 month moratorium on provider visitations in order to save money for Pattaya, probably would take notice of her ad sooner than I did. Better late than never.
We started off with the usual medium soft massage that ironed out all the kinks and knots in my body thanks to all that accumulated stress and after that badly needed massage, she turned me over and proceeded with a soothing pump, while I grabbed her ass and squeezed her tits. I was in heaven. Then finally, hell yeah! Relief at last!
After that a haircut to finish it all off and I was sorted. It was well worth to visit her. She is back on my roll call.
On the Block. Commentary.
So these were the 3 x providers I was talking about previously.
Now, as our friend Don already broke the news, and outgunned me, yes, Yoo Yoo is back on the scene. Now, I can assure you she is not a 50 yo Thai woman, but a 30 yo Chinese woman. In a word, she is a pretty mature Asian Female that has a nice touch to her.
From Don's report, I think his impression of her is a matter of perception, since he is moving in a market one layer above the one I'm moving in. Yes, I fully agree that girls and women that go around for $100 to $120 per half hour market most likely match that in their appearance for most of the time (with notable exception like Phoenix) , as oppose to girls in $60 to $80 per half hour market.
It depends on how much money you are willing to spend on legal prostitution and the limit of attractiveness you expect in return. Well, it is best to try Yoo Yoo for yourself and make your own judgement. For $50 at least you'll get a pump and a nice relaxing massage if she doesn't suit you. If you discover she is your cup of tea, you might want to place her on your regular roster every time you need a hair cut, like I do.
Now, as far as Phoenix is concerned:
There was a gentlemen on these boards who was active throughout 2007-2008 by the name of 'Richard F'. He was the one that provided several reviews relating to Phoenix back then. His reports specifically mentioned that Phoenix he was seeing was ebony or African.
I checked out Richard F's profile and the last time he was showing as active on these boards was December 2008. Now that doesn't mean he can't see these boards without logging in, or that he has since lost his password and has created a new name.
In that is the case it would be great if he could confirm for me if this Phoenix in Northcote, who is Aboriginal looking, is the same as the Phoenix in Glenfield that he claimed was African. I have this strong feeling that they aren't, and that this new one is an impostor with no relation to the one he was seeing way back, and when I sent her that txt, she said "Still am, still do" which means she was knowingly laying about it.
To me it is not hard to differentiate an Aboriginal woman from an African one. The facial features are an instant giveaway. It was something I'm curious to know. When I asked her how come she isn't in Glenfield any more, she replied how she only just moved to Northcote last December.
Lastly, this old Indian provider I saw mid 2008, report I never published before. Why I did it? Like I said, there is comfort in sharing. If I have saved at least one punter from misery and pain that someone like Phoenix or that old Indian lady can cause, I can sleep peacefully.
