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Am writing here, because it's a question often asked in PMs.
[QUOTE=Johngrisham7]Hi.
Thanks for your update about Citimax,
Can you give me some of your contacts, as I am very new here[/QUOTE]You're welcome!
In all seriousness, I very rarely take phone numbers from girls. For me, it's like: if I like her, I might take her. Some gents will take numbers so that they can arrange a meet later. This is not something that works for me. For me, it's just a lot easier to walk into a bar, and pick and choose. Our choices will often be different.
The part about being new here: I think we've all been there. And, if you're completely on your own AND new, then it does feel a bit awkward at first (at least it did, to me) to randomly approach random strangers and to strike up a random conversation with the knowledge that this is really just business for her and not a real random encounter. But then, I met some interesting men at the bars, including some experienced ones. And that helped. Here's one area where a bit of buddy support definitely works well at times.
If you're really very new here, I suggest afternoon trips to Astoria (that's where I *ahem* cut my teeth on this activity). The bar setting is quite conducive to striking up conversations with other punters and, at least for me, that was a very good way to start. And, many punters will already be well-known to the girls. So, often, girls will come, and as they talk to the punter you're with, they will also talk to you. And if you like what you see, get the number!
[QUOTE=Johngrisham7]I am sorry for my previous comments , see you dude[/QUOTE]Sorry? I didn't get this part.
Ruff
Hi where's best place for pakistani and indian girls
Hi I am pak guy from uk.
Am currently in Dubai for vacation.
I was in Dubai last year and went to these so called "nightclubs" in these hotels but all you saw were pak and indian girls dancing to bollywood tunes on stage.
No interaction, and was told it was impossible to pull them, unless you spent a week showering them with notes.
Saw loads of african, Russian girls in hotel lobbys but no indian or pak.
However when I was in deia, near gold souk, kept on getting approached by all these indian guys etc, but I think they were catering for the indian manual workers and not interested in those type of girls in seedy hotels.
Where can I find classy north indian and paksitani girls.
Any help appreciated.
Thanks,
Yaz
Indian and pakistani girls
[QUOTE=Anil Fedrik;1182247]Try stay alive / imperial suites, you may find what you look for[/QUOTE]Hi are the paki / indial girls in the omperial suite hotel bar or in the club?
Thanks,
Zaz
Ramadan: Even Working Girls Need to Break the Fast!
After an extended absence from the playgrounds of Dubai (having left that garden of Eden known as Afghanistan almost a year ago) , I had a 5-day weekend coming up and seeing as how the Euro was still pimp-slapping the dollar (since I'm now stationed in the Balkans) it seemed like a good time to get reacquainted with an old friend. Having just come off a 2-week power vacation to Beijing and Hong Kong, this trip would be more of a rest and recharge type of trip. The good news, there were good airfares and my usual spot, Intercontinental Festival City, had some good rates as well. The bad news, the heat was still oppressive and it would still be Ramadan during my trip (the last few days). With that in mind, I had my fingers do the walking to some of my old favorites, as well as some referrals from senior members that have worked out well in the past (thanks Wicked Roger) to see who would be in town during my stay. As luck would have it, pretty much everyone I got a hold of would be in town.
Due to a late flight, I don't get to the hotel till after three in the morning so any fun would have to wait till the morning. After waking up at two in the afternoon, some afternoon delight was clearly in order. Prior to my arrival I had been in contact with Jannet, a Russian referral from a colleague of mine in the Balkans. She sent a picture so I knew what to expect. She's a bit older (about 7/10 overall). When she arrives, we sit and chat over some wine to break the ice. Soon after, we retire to the bedroom for the fun and games. Without going into graphic detail, she definitely had experience in pleasing a man. The only downside was she insisted on CBJ but other than that, she knew how to give a good GFE with just the right amount of 'dirty girl' to make it fun. All the positions were covered, along with DATY. After several hours of fun, she leaves with a smile on my face for a job well done.
Given that I had already made plans to hook up with regulars during the remainder of my time in Dubai, that night was the only night that I had to hunt. After a few hours recharging the batteries, I start the evening's festivities at Jockey's. I get there at around 2130 and the place was jam packed with a ratio of at least 8-9/1 F / M. The vast majority of the girls were either part of the African or Asian delegations. There were a few CIS but they truly nothing to write home about. At best they were 3. 25/10 (and I'm being very generous!) They were waaayyy beyond MILF status and well on their way to granny status. CIS aside, the overall quality was 6. 5-7/10 with the occasional 8 thrown in for good measure. After finally getting a place to sit down, the hard sells came fast and furious, mostly from the African delegation, a group I had no interest in that night. Yet each one of them just could not take a hint. I finally had to just tell them that I plain was not interested and get the attitude that is prevalent when one gets shot down. There were quite a few members of the Asian delegation that looked like they had promise. However, when the chit-chat was over and the bargaining began, the opening bids were consistently 1000-1200 with very little discounting. There were a few that came down to my asking price (the standard norm usually quoted on the board) but it would have been easier to negotiate the USA budget. Plus given the general overall cutthroat attitude of the girls in Jockey's, I didn't feel like there would be any fun if I took one from there. After ducking out, off to the York I go.
I get to York at around 2230 and the place is fairly packed with the usual international make-up that takes place at the York. The ratio was pretty good from a buyer's perspective. After making a quick go-round (and running into my favorite Uzbek pool shark Lola for some catching up) I manage to park myself on a stool at the bar. I barely get comfortable at the bar with a drink when the offers come flying in fast and furious. Most of which coming from the African delegation but the Asian delegation were putting their offers in as well. The hard sells were so annoying that even one of the security guards offered to run interference, which I gladly took him up on for a 20 AED donation. With some breathing room I get involved in a conversation with a fellow monger from the USA via Panama who had a local 'facilitator' with him. There were still some who kept coming in for the hard sell but they were usually shot down by the 'bodyguard' before things got out of hand. All the while I noticed this cute little older PRC who was sitting some ways off and just giving some playful glances. Even when others came up to make their play she just sat there and smiled. She looked like a shorter version of an old favorite (PRCLi, who was still in China) so I eventually pulled the trigger. Her name is Fei Fei and she seemed sweet in the club and for the most part that's how the rest of the evening went, but she did get a little too business like when we got back to the hotel. First, she wanted me to violate the Prime Directive (I. E. She wanted me to pay up front). When I said no she quickly backed off. Then in the morning, after the obligatory morning shot (for which she received a performance bonus agreed upon earlier) , she asked for 100 AED for taxi. (I said that's what the bonus was for and she let the matter drop). On a quiet night I would see her again but there are too many other fish in the sea.
The next day after hitting the Gold Souk and some window shopping, I needed to have a little relaxation so a call to an old favorite recommended by Wicked Roger, the lovely Ms. L was in order. Contact made, time set, so after getting everything ready, it was time for a little nap. After awhile the phone rings and she's downstairs. After she arrives, we sit and catch up on old times over some JWB and Coke. Ms. L truly loves her booze and it truly gets her in the mood. After awhile we head to the bedroom for the fun to begin. I had known prior to arriving in Dubai that Ms. L was very, very horny but I had no idea just how horny! Combine that with the alcohol and it was like pouring gasoline on a fire. During our chat, she told me that it's been awhile since she had any since she and her boyfriend are currently on the outs (He's screwing other girls and even screwed her roommate) and it showed. Round one was like a championship prize fight with all the positions covered with a heavy focus on cowgirl and DATY. After a sufficiently timed break it was time for round two. She really wanted DATY so I was happy to oblige, BIG MISTAKE! The more DATY the wilder she got and the more she wanted DATY to continue. No lie, I had to have been down there at least 45 minutes. My neck and shoulders were killing me! But man oh man was she wet! The sheets had to be changed when all was said and done. After she DATY'the me into submission, then she sexually savaged me and wouldn't stop till she had my 'bullet'. She went away happy and satisfied, I remained in the room happy and in need of an IV to replace all of my fluids that I lost throughout the course of the afternoon. The evening was still to come and as it turned out, I would need all of my energy to get through it.
With the exception of the first night's hunt, I had pretty much planned out all of my 'friends' that I wanted to see. With that in mind, I had made arrangements to see perhaps my quintessential GFE, my Turkish Delight. After showing up an hour after the agreed upon time (she's always late) in a beautiful abaya (she knows how she turns me on when she wears it, especially since she has little on underneath.) we catch up and she told me that business has been dead for pretty much all of Ramadan and she hasn't had any business or any 'fun'. I should have been put on notice by this last comment but my attention, as always, was focused on her beautiful large breasts, straining to get out of their high fashion holsters. The thing that I like about my Turkish Delight, is that pretty much it is ALWAYS a GFE and the sex is never mechanical or business like and the energy vibe between us has always been in sync with equal giving and taking. Not that night! She told me she hadn't had any for awhile and boy did it show! She went at it like a woman possessed! After riding cowgirl like she was at a rodeo, she jumped off and before I had a chance to blink, she sits on my face and damn near suffocates me (Turkish Delight is not a spinner by ANY stretch of the imagination!). To say that she was insistent for plenty of DATY would be an understatement. She rode my face and tongue like she rode my cock just moments before and only after pretty much drowning me in her juices she jumped off me and pulled me into mish and pretty much fucked my brains out. In the afterglow of the session, she leaned over and apologized for being so aggressive, it was just that it had been such a long time since she had any and she just went for it. Whether she was telling the truth or not (and her body suggested that she was) , I told her that no apology was necessary and that I enjoyed it. Ooops! Wrong thing to say! I noticed an evil gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips, and I realized that I had just subjected myself to further sexual abuse as her carnal chew toy. Given the fact that the last session almost left me completely on empty, it took a whole lot longer for her to get my 'bullet' and, refusing to take no for an answer, used every trick in her arsenal to get what she wanted (not to say that I didn't enjoy it). By the time all was said and done it was damn near 5 am After turning me into a quivering mass of jelly I send her on her way, a whole lot happier. I then drag myself to bed, for if Turkish Delight was draining, the next night promised even more of the same.
My last full night, had me calling in the nymphomaniac, gang-bang, porn star wannabe, Marina, a true Kyrgyz spitfire. Marina is truly a study of contrasts. Most of the time she is a straightforward, very thoughtful person. She recently got her UAE residency and is very well read on a lot of topics. She is a down to earth cool person and fun to talk to. However, get her in the mood and put on an interracial gang-bang video and she pretty much turns into the dirtiest working girl you could ever imagine! That night was no exception. Pretty much everything was on the menu as the DVD was playing in the background. From throat-fucking with lots of gagging to some of the dirtiest sex talk you can think of, degrading her in any way possible as a woman and treating as just a receptacle for my dick. She couldn't get enough of it. After round one ended, and grabbing her by her hair and forcing her to clean of my dick with her mouth, we slept it off and continued where we left off in the morning (me treating her as a dirty-working girl and telling her she was a working girl just like the chick on the DVD getting jack hammered in all her holes by all that black cock.) and then sent her on her way, both sides being very pleased with the events of the past evening.
Since I had to leave for the airport at 3 am The next morning I just had enough energy left for an afternoon / early evening delight then I would have to get some rest before heading out. Based on everything that had happened before, I decided to call Ms. L for a repeat performance. She arrives right on time, and after cleaning out my mini-bar (no prob as I get it for free) , we get down to leaving me totally drained and dehydrated. While it wasn't nearly as intense as our first encounter, she got the job done and left me not wanting anything else. A short nap later, I get up and head towards the airport. Holiday over.
Maybe it was because it was Ramadan or maybe it's because I have some options now in my current location, but it seems that Dubai has lost some of its intensity and magic. If the price is right, I'the come back but somehow, to quote B. B. King, 'the thrill is gone'.
