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Bunk up City round mine this weekend!
About 7/8 months ago I called this Fili girl up from well known expat website and got full service. BJ (no cover), frontways, backways, sideways., she was pretty good and says she enjoys sex. Nice boobs, but for some reason I never called her again., perhaps I didn't fancy her enough.
Anyway, rang her tonight., amazingly number worked and and she said "I never forget you mister Grondig". LOL. 60 mins later she came round, experience was pretty good, 8/10 although she seemed more enthusiastic than me and unexpected CIM at the end. Got chatting after round one, and she told me she often operates in a group., one guy, herself, another Fili girl and an Iranian girl. Told me that many men were bi, so she regularly turns up with the geezer. Wow, kinda surprised me. Anyway I booked another session for Friday and asked if which girl she recomended for a MFF threesome. Without hesitation she said the Iranian, which I was hoping for.
I don't think I've ever met an Iranian woman, which means I've certainly never seen one nude, let alone screwed one. Should be interesting and will report back.
Damage tonight for 2hrs was AED800. No drama and no complaints. Up front quotation for Friday fun and frolics is AED1500 for the pair, and again for 2hrs.
Gron
New Ramadan Rules Rained on My Pararde!
I had an out of town guest tonight. A business aquanitance to be excat. With the old ball and chain away for three weeks since yesterday I was hoping to entertain him with a few drinks, drop him off at his hotel and start my joyous and well deserved freedom.
So I took him to one of the resturants at the Dubai Marine for dinner and drinks but to my surprise as soon as I asked for a beer the waitress (very appolegitically) asked for my ID. Imagine that! Its been over two decades since I had been carded for a drink! To my surprize I was told since I looked like a muslim I could not be served during Ramadan due to the 5000/- AED fine!
So it was Coke with dinner and an early return home as I figured if I can not get a drink at an empty restaurant there is no way I could get a nice piece of ass at a bar! Is this happening everywhere?
Guys please help out, I need the memory of these 3 weeks to get me through the next six months!!! Any suggestions of what to do and where to get some action? And lets be realistic plastic surgery is not an option!
Please PM me for some incall action ... etc.
Metro mongering: Deira desolation
Friday night during Ramadan. Bored. What to do when ensconced in “New Dubai”? With the Metro operating until past midnight it seemed a good idea (don't ask me why) to make a trip to that foreign, and rarely explored, land known as Deira.
So, 45 minutes after entraining – and the deduction of Dh4.10 from my Nol card - I disembark at Al Rigga, an area renowned for its restaurants and lively hotel scene. Unfortunately, on Friday night, the population appeared be comatose. At the very least I had expected to see families in restaurants and the shisha cafes packed, but there was nobody about apart from the waiters who optimistically lingered on the pavement proffering menus.
I head into the hotel block bounded by Rigga and Al Maktoum Street to see what I can find. The simple answer is nothing. Street walkers are totally non-existent. Several hotels said their bars were closed for Ramadan. The Rendezvous at the Lotus was open, but three lonely CIS ladies looked forlorn, obviously not expecting business from four guys who were the only other customers.
The Dublin Arms at the Metropolitan Deira was open, but sparsely populated, although more than the zero occupants of the Stags Head at the Avari where a notice bizarrely bans Muslims from the bar during Ramadan. So it’s ok for the rest of the year then?
The Broadway was open but I by-passed a known entity in a fruitless search for something different. And so, around 11.30pm, I am wandering back toward the Metro station, but decide to drop in on 49ers at the Avenue. Total customers: three Filis desperate for business and four guys, probably transiting from Afghanistan, who were not interested.
I ask the barman if it is this quiet every night. “No” he says, “only for the next three weeks.” Apart from saying it is Ramadan, and therefore no band, he couldn’t say why - and I am puzzled.
Surely there are many out there, like me, who are quite happy without a band, with a quiet scene and less smoke? But where are they?
Now I can well understand that many Muslims will stay away from the bars during the Holy Month, whether they drink or not during the rest of the year, But what about everyone else?
Is this some sort of self-fulfilling syndrome: it’s Ramadan, therefore I am not going out because there will be nobody there, and therefore there is nobody there? And the girls stay away because there will be no customers and the potential customers stay away because there’ll be no girls?
So I finish my pint and wander along to catch the last Metro at 12.15am and spend the journey musing about the practicality of Metro mongering. What will be the girl’s reaction when you tell her you are going back to your hotel in Barsha by train to save the Dh50 taxi fare? Or could I stand a 45 minute journey in the glaring Metro illuminations with a little cutie young enough to be my granddaughter? Would it be the Train of Shame?