Intro - Mulia and Club 36
Hey all, have been a lurker here for a while now and am a regular visitor to JKT and all its earthly pleasures.
Am currently here during the fasting month and am pleased to say that after the first two days there are certain aspects that appear to be maintained vis-a-vis the scene (well the Mulia anyway...)
I'll just give a quick update on happenings at Hotel Mulia where I was staying
- CJs continues to operate until 3am every morning
- The spa has now changed management. Where it used to be an expected norm that a proposition would take place after the massage, now the massage ladies have changed and I've registered two out of three negatives over the last couple of days. Mileage may vary, but hopefully this isnt an indicator of things to come. I have never paid more than 500k after some bargaining, but again, your mileage may vary.
Would very much like to know if Club 36 is still active during this month, earlier reports indicated this was the case. For those not familiar with the modus operandi of 36, the running order goes
- band playing local and English songs (and pretty damn good they are too)
- Ladies removing their garments completely
- A guest artist of some sort
- Repeat three to four times between 10pm and 5am
Personally I really enjoy the atmosphere at Club 36, its a great mix between rock songs, Indo songs, kota techno and friendly debauchery.
The relations officers are Thai but can speak English and Indo (which is disconcerting!). They will push you for LDs at IDR50k a pop and they cannot be escorted from the premises, so please be careful (pleasant though they are)
The crowd is largely local Chinese but extremely friendly and drinks prices are reasonable (IDR1 mil minimum spend if you want a table with a view). They had good guest artistes the last time I was here (last week before the fasting month) including some big names like ST12 and Nidji. A couple of westerners around too.
One big no no, never take pictures of the performers or you will be bundled out and may disappear never to be seen again
Thanks all!
It's been awhile ... a long, long while
The great thing about trips to Jakarta is that the journeys beginning pre-dates the physical embarkation
a mental secretion that takes root in the mind once the passage is booked and accommodation confirmed
fertilized hourly
by memories of eyes unfocused in pleasure, lips stung swollen by gentle suction, liquid richness bursting from every pore, sensual caresses of skin on skin
the little deaths from shuddering ejaculations and drowning breathlessness
until the rational mind becomes a suffocated headache of porn movie scripts.
I was a walking paraplegic 2 days before my departure
and the fact that I will arrive on the eve of Ramadhan bolstered my confidence that it will be a grand trip
working ladies standing in line to milk the last rupiah of my sperm
a pussy embargo on the 1st and 2nd day of the fasting month imposed by the government usually stokes the desperation
but, I expected to be well-drained by a regular companion, Via, by then.
Via hails from exotic Bali, born a Muslim
took the path of Hinduism
preserving an uncircumsized clitoris that my tongue has now memorized in ridged detail
works in a karaoke where she is an outstanding 5ft 4in
sultry vocals that is like a hand job in your mind
and 34-caliber C cups that gives you a different wet dream with every look
most of all, a multi-orgasmic blessing that she will give herself
but only if she likes you.
So, as I flew from my office to KLIA
my mind was already re-editing the most X-rated porn movie that ever burst into every teenagers tissue screen
contact with Via having been established on my arrival details
I looked forward to living an ejaculative memory that I wanted to ache for a week.
At the airport in Kuala Lumpur, I armed myself with the necessary tools
Durex Play Vibrating Condom
and Fetherlite of the standard 52.5mm width
paying the lady cashier with a look of pity that she would not be the companionable pleasure of my mission
I also loaded up with a bottle of perfume as oli oli (translation : gift or souvenir)
After arrival at Sukarno-Hatta
while in the taxi to my hotel
things fell apart
Phone calls to Via were answered
3 times
but voiceless
only vague background sounds could be heard
was it someone quietly sobbing that I heard?
or echoes of my mind crying?
followed by the shock of a recording informing that the phone is not active or out of coverage area .. from the 4th
5th
6th call onwards
what happened?
Being a fully-prepped, lean, 49-year old fucking machine .. I refused to let this be the beginning of a nightmare of sperm containment
I punched numbered digits
only to receive confirmation from 8 karaokes that they are all closed
I was defeated in my quest
Jakarta is a pussy desert on the eve of Ramadhan
a self-regulatory practice of insanity their practice, my insanity
Compounded by a 3-hour snarl of traffic from the airport to the hotel
I was suffering from a throbbing headache
swallowed 3 tablets of Panadol Actifast when I reached my hotel
and laid down on my bed
I felt like committing sexually-deprived suicide by suffocating myself with the pillows
As my headache eased
I rang for in-room massage
fearfully expecting that the answer would be negative
my heart lifted when told it was available
requested for Irma
an old flame
a lady divorced because she couldnt conceive
a 34-yr old milf
looks like a 26-year old high school girl because of her petiteness and B-cupped frame
She came
and I was surprised
she had put on some weight .. I was incredulous to learn that she got married a 2nd time a year ago
divorced again six months into this second marriage
gave birth to a baby girl 3 months ago
wow!
visions of being breast-fed suckled my imagination
but, she had produced milk only for a week after birth
and the glands ran dry
As I looked forward to re-visiting our sexual past
she informed me that she is now traumatized against men
there has been no sexual contact since she gave birth
as I caressed her breasts
she looked sadly at me
and professed to feeling NOTHING
the milf lust has gone
so I settled for a helping hand instead.
The following day .. the azan call of the 1st day of Ramadhan woke me
tried to call Via .. no success.
Then, the heavens rewarded me for my penance
called a fellow ISG bro in Jakarta
he joined me for dinner
and after a few calls .. confirmed that he can arrange a package for me
went up to my room for a half-tablet of AP-CALIS SX
and off we went to Mangga Besar
Was briefed by him that the OKT at Taman Sari (old Jakarta hands should know this area)
is now moving the girls around in a van
due to police raids of places operating during this period of abstinence. We went to the lobby of Hotel Travel, another notorious flesh-pot
hotel operating but pots emptied of flesh
for these 2 days.
A rickety van pulled up to the parking in front
headlights flashed twice
and we went out
OKT with glasses hanging from the edge of his nose
slid the door of the van back
and there were 6 girls inside
I was told that one of them was labeled PSE (thats Porn Star Experience)
but they all looked like under-aged domestic Indonesian maids !!
told the OKT sorry
and went back to the lobby
my friend received a call from the OKT that a second van of meows could not be contacted
so I twiddled my thumbs
and had a telekinetic, one-sided conversation with Junior
he reminded me that he had a half-tablet of enhancers running through his veins
so, called the OKT to come back
and settled for Miss PSE
Rp 300,000 for ST .. and Rp 600,000 for LT till 10.00am the following day.
Esi from Indramayu
located on the western coast of Java
across the mountains of Bandung
great view of the Indian Ocean
23 years old
5ft 0in
32-B
what followed in my hotel room??
well
I will lay roses on the grave of the man who said good things come in small packages
As I laid my tools on the side table
Esi brought out a tube of KY
and when she saw the package of Durex Play vibrator condom .. she shivered in sexual anticipation
aahhh !!
she knows whats coming, having experienced it before
.
She delivered an oral polish
with the infamous Linda Lovelace technique that had her nose blow-drying my pubic curls on the swallow
a crafted O shaped that immersed me in hot, salivary suction that had no sides
and tongue-insulated teeth
I felt engulfed in a twirling, generously lubricated oral vagina that enlightened me to the meaning of the second coming
I reciprocated
the infamous lick to release the floodgates
moaning wails of a female tigress resounding from a 22-year old
followed by thighs that gripped me in a headlock and ground my ears to a new aerodynamic slant
You will not believe me
the best was yet to be revealed
As I capped, and murmured to Junior that with this vibrator ring I thee wed
she positioned me at the entrance of her holey grail
I gently
slowly
eased in until only didis head was in
and paused in absolute wonderment and delight !!!
It was my 3rd experience of empot empot Madura in 15 years !!!
. for those of you who have never experienced this
you MUST before you lose all erectile capabilities
I do not believe that I can describe it accurately
nevertheless, I will try
It is a STRONG, continuous gripping-relaxing-gripping, peristalsis-like vaginal action that is NATURAL
not induced in anyway through muscular action on the girls part
it travels like a sequence of running, pulsating neon lights that goes from your dids head, sliding down the shaft, a gripping anchor at the base, and travels up again
once again, it is NOT INDUCED
a natural reaction from the girls heightened sexual pleasure
.
I went for fully extended, toes pushing, pelvic grinding penetration
switched on the vibrator function
and just laid there
surrendering myself to the explosive cocktail of sensory flashes rippling through every nano-pore of my cock skin
I was groaning
ahh-ing
ohhh-ing
in a sexual bliss
and total liquefied muscle surrender
she was on her own journey to her orgasmic peak from the vibrator
my didi expanded like it would burst and split like a sausage from its own skin
with just a few millimeters of thrust
I shot a torrent so hard
it felt that the force sucked parts of my brain matter out with it .. leaving me totally oblivious to the identity and names of my children
I almost blacked out
threw myself to the side
whilst wheezing so hard to breathe that it unclogged the arteries of my heart
I felt that I had cummed enough to last me 6 months !!
but there was a repeat performance
3 hours later
imagine, discovering an oasis in the Ramadhan desert.
JAD, my brother, you saved my life !!
Best,
Panya
