I have 24 hour transit in Dubai so I'm looking for any indian or pakistani girl to have some fun.
Any member can help me, please?
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I have 24 hour transit in Dubai so I'm looking for any indian or pakistani girl to have some fun.
Any member can help me, please?
[QUOTE=Playtime1234;1292369]I used to visit the Rattlesnake every few months and had some good experiences. Any places to recommend in close proximity? Or bur Dubai? Place with a similar CIS crowd would be the choice.[/QUOTE]I can appreciate how someone who has written so many FR's doesn't have time to read, but really, you just might try.
[QUOTE=AugustChrist;1292048]I shall arrive in the early morning: around 08 00 at my hotel. I have no clue of how to get a treat at this particular time. Any advice would be most welcomed.[/QUOTE]For all of those arriving early morning, your best bet is to stock up on soft drinks from the local mini-mart, emptying out the mini-bar of the exorbitantly priced hotel ones. Then catch some sleep, hitting some of the afternoon places (TGIT, Astoria Hotel; Jockey's, Panorama Hotel; Broadway coffee shop, Broadway Hotel). Most WG's are still in bed, either with their clients, or at home, early morning.
[QUOTE=Tamercury;1291543]We did so and wait, but the point is I'm working here in Dubai, and has my flat, and all of them is refusing to go to my flat, all of them wants only hotels.[/QUOTE]Unless you're someone known, a number of girls won't go to a flat for [u]safety[/u] reasons. A very real possibility of being held captive, or arriving to find a group of the client's friends in the flat waiting for a "1-price-for-all" party. Sad to say, safety concerns increase if the punter is non-white (NO slight intended to anyone, just a fact of life).
Ask if the girl knows of a short time hotel, or, way-back-when, the Dallas Hotel, while grotty, did serve a purpose.
Once you have established that you're trustworthy, word will spread. But it's just overcoming that initial barrier that's the problem.
[QUOTE=WolvinDubai;1291176]Went to Buddha Bar last night.[/QUOTE]Another informative FR on places not often reported on. Thanks. Stay safe.
[QUOTE=ShootDaisy;1291929]Do NOT EVER save a working girl as many of them have SO MANY byfriend experiences and guys lined up that they become their own little merchant banking / wire transfer centre. I udnerstand that many of these women come from truly horrific backgrounds, but many are also rich spoiled brats who are lazy, or have pimps or have problems with the nose candy etc. Best wishes in the Middle East and just be careful with the broads[/QUOTE]While this might be typical for [u]some[/u] places, it certainly is [b]NOT[/b] true for the vast majority of wg's in the UAE. Certainly some do hit jackpots (sugar daddies or even finding a husband) , but [b]most[/b] are just trying to make enough money to go home and live a reasonable (NOT rich) life.
Given that drugs are NOT tolerated here (unless you're a world star) , any wg with a habit has a very SHORT life expectancy. I never heard of even 1 while I was a resident for YEARS. Too much risk for either bosses or roommates to tolerate.
The reason they have pimps is that they have been trafficked (though most knew what [i]job[/i] they would be employed in) , and the bosses control them. The first thing a girl wants is to pay off her debt and become a free agent to make money for herself.
And the reason for helping someone is not for her, but to feel good [u]yourself[/u]. I know; been there, done that.
[QUOTE=Kabul Guy; 1291191]I'll be coming through Dubai just before Ramadan starts. In other places any crack down on moral issues does not start until Ramadan actually starts.
Is this the same as in Dubai or can we expect a slowdown in the fun starting a few days before Ramadan?[/QUOTE]This question popping up more and more. My reply (read BOTH links in this post, and the "how to search REALLY is useful) :
[url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?2394-Dubai-Reports&p=1276995&viewfull=1#post1276995[/url]
[QUOTE=Snow1998;1292022]Thanks for the update. Just curious, why tip 200 for a very stiff and extremely poor service?[/QUOTE]I agree with you but I felt she was new and very tense. This is not an easy job and 200 is not really much.
[QUOTE=11Bravo; 1292447]Unless you're someone known, a number of girls won't go to a flat for [u]safety[/u] Reasons. A very real possibility of being held captive, or arriving to find a group of the client's friends in the flat waiting for a "1-price-for-all" party. Sad to say, safety concerns increase if the punter is non-white (NO slight intended to anyone, just a fact of life).
Ask if the girl knows of a short time hotel, or, way-back-when, the Dallas Hotel, while grotty, did serve a purpose.
Once you have established that you're trustworthy, word will spread. But it's just overcoming that initial barrier that's the problem.[/QUOTE]Many thanks 11 Bravo for you reply, any way you are right in what you think, and it's logic from their point of view.
But you make me rolling on the floor laughing by your expression (1-price-for-all-party). HUhuhuhuhu.
Also I did so as you said, and asked the girls if they knew any near nice hotels, but they are giving a names of expensive hotels, or costly one. And it's not logic to pay for the hotel as the girl (the 500 & 700 dhs like you) this for the girl, and plus 350 to 400 to the hotel as you are making instant booking, so the damaged will be increased.
When the girl has a room it's much easier, before I was founding many accepting to come (some were not also) , but I don't know what's happening now adays.
Do you know any hotel offering this shot time or short term rental? Is that Dallas is an existing hotel in Dubai? I will be very gratful if you can provide me with some.
I checked before the hotel thread, but it's discussing the hotel thread, and most hotels must be booked before (booking to be arranged). And prices around 350 to 400.
Cheers to all, Play safe.
Regards
[QUOTE=Devil Hunter; 1292436]I have 24 hour transit in Dubai so I'm looking for any indian or pakistani girl to have some fun.
Any member can help me, please?[/QUOTE]Go to staying alive. Thats the only safe option you have.
[QUOTE=Quincunx;1292231]So a good time was had by all.[/QUOTE]Indeed it was. It was a very good PSE session. With us starting softly and finishing hard.
The double dick suck was amazing. In all the orgies and GS I had done in the past, this was the first time for me to have my cock in her mouth with another already there. It may not be to the tastes of others, so if your are squeamish then please skip this FR is not for you.
We took turns reaming her pussy and arse for almost 40 mins. One thing Q forgot to describe was the sandwich. For a beginner, she was superb. TB / K/Q in pussy followed by Q / K/TB in arse (if you follow me) the latter is my favorite. Nothing like nibbling on the back of the neck of the woman on top of you whilst being in her arse and having a second bloke snogging and fuck her in the pussy. All that pressure on your torso. I agree with Q it was a difficult position to maintain as there were too many thighs.
Next time Q we need a lighter chick or you need to loose weight. Kettle calling the pot black. Actually Q is rather fit for his age, as for K she was um.
Looks. 5
Body. 6.
Arse. 7.
Service. 8.
And.
Attitude. 10.
Could not think of a 9. :-)
As is said the DP was difficult to maintain and we collapsed in a heap. I decided to finish by whipping off the condom and CIM. Soon followed by K. The amount of cum on her face was amazing!
Was layed on the bed with her caressing us and chatting for 30 mins before round two, also lasting 30 minutes. This time it was K's turn to cum, whilst I was in her arse.
The rest as they say is history. Damage was a little high, but split 50:50 with Q. He even gave her taxi money out of his own pocket. I owe you one Q. I will reciprocate next time.
What can I say, Q was a scholar and a gentleman. We had agreed prior to the meeting the rough order of events. Also the gave me the heads up on K, likes / dislikes etc. There is nothing worst that doing something that turns off or upsets the other party. As for Q he was in his element, cool chap shagging because he enjoys it. He was easy company, and I can say I think we got on well, sharing the same hobby and the same woman.
Here's to the next one!
[QUOTE=Tits Bum; 1292619]Indeed it was. It was a very good PSE session. With us starting softly and finishing hard.
The double dick suck was amazing. In all the orgies and GS I had done in the past, this was the first time for me to have my cock in her mouth with another already there. It may not be to the tastes of others, so if your are squeamish then please skip this FR is not for you.
We took turns reaming her pussy and arse for almost 40 mins. One thing Q forgot to describe was the sandwich. For a beginner, she was superb. TB / K/Q in pussy followed by Q / K/TB in arse (if you follow me) the latter is my favorite. Nothing like nibbling on the back of the neck of the woman on top of you whilst being in her arse and having a second bloke snogging and fuck her in the pussy. All that pressure on your torso. I agree with Q it was a difficult position to maintain as there were too many thighs.
Next time Q we need a lighter chick or you need to loose weight. Kettle calling the pot black. Actually Q is rather fit for his age, as for K she was um.
Looks. 5
Body. 6.
Arse. 7.
Service. 8.
And.
Attitude. 10.
Could not think of a 9. .
As is said the DP was difficult to maintain and we collapsed in a heap. I decided to finish by whipping off the condom and CIM. Soon followed by K. The amount of cum on her face was amazing!
Was layed on the bed with her caressing us and chatting for 30 mins before round two, also lasting 30 minutes. This time it was K's turn to cum, whilst I was in her arse.
The rest as they say is history. Damage was a little high, but split 50:50 with Q. He even gave her taxi money out of his own pocket. I owe you one Q. I will reciprocate next time.
What can I say, Q was a scholar and a gentleman. We had agreed prior to the meeting the rough order of events. Also the gave me the heads up on K, likes / dislikes etc. There is nothing worst that doing something that turns off or upsets the other party. As for Q he was in his element, cool chap shagging because he enjoys it. He was easy company, and I can say I think we got on well, sharing the same hobby and the same woman.
Here's to the next one![/QUOTE]Just like in the movies. 40mts? Wow. Envy you guys. Nice FR.
[b]Summary (for those who hate long-winded reports) :[/b] I am currently in the middle of my bachelor days (from June 5 till June 27). On June 5, I picked up a fairly decent PRC from TGIT Astoria and we returned to my apartment. Massage + FS + cooking for me in the morning, before I dropped her home. Total damages: 600 to her. Plus sundry change for food. A fairly decent experience, but possibly not worth repeating.
[b]Full post below (for those who have lots of time) :[/b]
[b][u]Finally, they're here: BACHELOR DAYS! [/u][/b]
Yes, it's been a long, long while since the missus last took a holiday away from home (the last time, she went with our year-old tyke. And now, he's four!). So for three weeks, while the missus and the tyke visit her family in one of the CIS countries, I am seeking to spend time with "temporary family" members of my own!
But I realize that I might be getting a bit weird in my old age. My "weird" report now follows.
[i]Tuesday, June 5:[/i] Dropped off the missus and the tyke to the airport to catch a late evening flight. Went back to the office. This being close to the airport. Stuck around until missus called to tell me that they were both in the departure lounge. The tyke was apparently arguing with the airline staff demanding to go to the airplane 90 minutes before scheduled departure.
Once I was sure that the missus ain't coming back, I headed to [b]TGIT[/b] At Astoria. No. No. No. Don't stone me to death: TGIT is where I picked up my FIRST ever WG from, back in 2008. And this let me write my first ever report too! These days, if I need to drink on my own in the afternoon, TGIT is still my preferred destination. When with a particular friend, we end up at [b]Jockeys[/b].
Coming back to the tail. I mean, tale.
I was surrounded by WGs from Ghana (decent-looking one who calls herself Stella; and her "slightly" wider friend whose name I have no reason to remember, and who I refer to as BK). Stella and I enjoy each other's company every time we meet. And for some reason, I don't want to go with her, although we've joked often about practising making babies (I told you I am getting weird).
At one point, when Stella went off to the ladies room, a PRC approached me. A few days prior, we exchanged greetings. She is easy to spot because she wears prescription spectacles. She accused me of ignoring her because I favoured Africans. I offered her some wine from the bottle, and she accepted. She claimed she was 28; I guessed her age to be 46 and we both agreed to disagree on that one (I felt her to be mid-thirties).
Stella returned and now, she is on my left while Lina (PRC) is on my right. We are at the first rounded corner of the bar, when entering TGIT.
Eventually, Lina asks if I want a massage. Exactly as she did in our earlier exchange. I asked her to squeeze my right hand. Exactly as I did in our last exchange. And she laughed and told me that this is what I had asked her a few days ago. Of course I did: if I have to pay for a massage, it should at least be half-decent.
So: Do you want massage? Yes. I do. You want to come my home? No. I don't!
And then, the weirdness struck full-force. I asked her: how much would it cost me to get a massage from you, and then, for you to cook for me?
And yes, I was serious about it.
We agreed on 500. She would stay with me the night, massage me, provide full service, and cook for me. And, in the morning, on the way to work, I would drop her home (or, in lieu, I would pay her 100 for taxi fare).
Just before midnight, I settled my bill with the bar and we departed from Astoria. Leaving, in our wake, a slightly miffed Stella (even though she knew I would not go with her, but feeling slighted nonetheless).
Stopped by at the Spinneys near Burjuman. I told her to buy whatever she wanted to. She bought bitter gourd, cucumber, onions, ginger, mushrooms, corriander, chicken wings, mango, and green beans. Total damage a bit under AED 40. We got back in the car and she remembered that she also needed coke. So I went back and got two bottles of coke and one of diet coke.
We drove home. About 25 minutes away. It was almost 12:45 by this time. I was feeling a bit tired and was not sure if I really wanted this.
A shower with her was refreshing. The great thing is that we get some really good hot water from the cold water tap. Got to love Dubai.
She soaped me thoroughly and seemed to touch me in spots I did not even KNOW existed! I guessed her to be 36 years old. She admit her real age as being 34. Fair enough. Smooth body, fair skin, soapy texture. Smoothly shaved. Nice, soft bum without being too flabby. Decent breasts. Enough to wake me up.
After the shower, I gave her some light shorts and a t-shirt to wear (letting them wear my shorts and T-shirts seems to work well with many WGs). She then surprised me by going to the kitchen. Leaving me with an impatient question. She explained that she had to "little little boil" chicken. Only 5 minutes.
After parboiling the chicken, she returned to find me stretched out on the bed, with a bottle of Johnsons oil (spray) and two condoms (Durex Elite) on the side table, with two scented candles burning. And, of course, the bright blue bottle of Durex Play.
She took her time removing my clothes. And told me to turn on my stomach. I did so, by this time almost ready to drill a hole in the mattress. I heard a bit of shuffling as she removed her own clothes.
And then, the massage. With a bit of oil. I felt that it was reasonably good. With all the wine in me (I had consumed 2 bottles and two glasses more in a little less than 4 hours) , I drifted off to sleep a couple of times, I think. But the massage continued. And she then asked me to turn over. Which I did. She flicked my flaccid penis and asked me why I was sleeping. Wake me up then!
She rubbed a bit of oil on my thighs and near my balls as I just lay there with my eyes closed. She kissed my belly and, the next thing I know, I feel a comdom sliding down! Followed by her mouth.
This was a bit disappointing as I prefer BBBJ, but I was too knackered to make much of an issue.
A basic, but reasonably acceptable CBJ for a few minutes. And she decided to mount me. A layer of Durex Play on her, and then, she is on me, as I slide inside her. She continued CG for a while, then she lay flat on me and slid up and down for a few minutes. Her breasts felt good rubbing against my chest.
After a bit, I felt myself start to lose interest (I think it was the wine, and I just felt a bit distracted. Not yet in the spirit of the Bachelor Days).
Eventually, I did her mish and doggy, but I was unable to make myself cum. So we slept, with me setting an alarm for 0500.
Woke up a little over 3 hours later, felt her body next to mine, and started getting hard. Kissed her to awaken her. She turned around and we fondled each other, mainly getting me ready for the session. Another condom, some more Durect Play, and I went to work on her, mish. Many, many, many minutes later, I am no where close. And she is getting dry.
So I asked her for an HJ (given how good her hands felt). She used the oil to great effect. It was one of the better HJs I have received (my own right hand still wins first prize in this, of course). And she allowed me to spurt on her chest.
She started getting out of bed, and I reminded her that since we had to leave at 7, she could lie with me for a while. But she insisted. She had to start cooking. It was 0545. I lazed in bed till just after 6, hearing lots of noises from the open plan kitchen.
Eventually, I went for a leisurely shower and shave, dressed for work, and came out of the bedroom at 0645 to see the lady quite active. All four stoves are busy; and she has also cut up the mango, and is currently preparing a salad using the bitter gourd, cucumber, and onion!
A few minutes past 7pm and were out of the apartment. With me carrying a big bag of food to take to the office! Boiled rice (she complained that I did not have a China rice steamer) , chicken wings cooked in coca cola, green beans cooked, apparently, with some Soy Sauce, and a clear chicken and musroom soup, along with salad (cucumber, bitter gourd, onions, and corriander) and mango. All filled into nice little plastic containers (my contribution to my meal!).
In the car, I remembered my manners and paid her the agreed fee, and added an extra 100 as tip (in all honesty, I was not really expecting her to cook). She seemed happy that I was giving her taxi fare AND dropping her off and I got a pleased kiss on my cheek.
I dropped her off at her residence (just opposite Burjuman) and reached office in fair time.
I was quite happy to share the "ho-made" food with my subordinate / drinking buddy. And there was still some left over for supper.
In terms of the actual sex, this was an average experience. In terms of being a strange experience, it will take me (at least) a lot of effort to surpass this one.
I would probably not repeat her again: I don't think I will really ever enjoy sex with this lady; she's good at massage and fairly good at cooking, but there are definitely better-value options for those activities too.
R
[QUOTE=Ruffeek;1292727]I headed to [b]TGIT[/b] At Astoria. No. No. No. Don't stone me to death: TGIT is where I picked up my FIRST ever WG from, back in 2008. And this let me write my first ever report too! These days, if I need to drink on my own in the afternoon, TGIT is still my preferred destination. When with a particular friend, we end up at [b]Jockeys[/b].[/QUOTE]TGIT has been always a good hunting ground for me as well. Although I only visit during afternoons and seems you went in the night. I have a feeling LIN matches the description of the same girl I had 2 months back when I was in Dubai and went to Astoria. She was slim, nice tits, good service and wore spectacles! Also I was in Park Regis and she told me she stayed near by to Burjuman! I paid ST 200 to her. Seems you did get her to do your homely chairs in absence of Missus and I would say its VFM!
This is an interesting place. I found myself there on Thursday, June 7, with an older lady friend and ex-colleague from work (at 48, she's 7 years older than me, a Tatar from Russia).
With three "floors" (including the terrace) , it seems like a decent place to spend a few evenings. Equally importantly (at least on that Thursday) , there were possibly a few WGs on the second floor. Specifically, two groups of women, sort of milling around. One group of three in the right-hand corner opposite the bar (just where the non-smoking area starts) ; and, another group of three closer to the stairway.
After exchanging a few glances, one lady from the first group of three was invited by two Arab-ish gents and joined them on their table next to our table. I will try and go there again next week for some detailed observations. The girls looked interesting. Can't be sure where they were from, but they [i]could[/i] Have been Armenian.
At around 1am, my friend and I returned to her home. I spent the night there and returned home Friday morning, but [i]that event[/i] Is definitely not for [i]this[/i] Forum.
R
[i][b]Disclaimer:[/b] This report is meant to share my perspective on some of the well-known hunting grounds, on a specific evening. It will probably be more useful for newbies who need a heads-up on what to expect[/i]
On Sunday, June 10, I decided that I needed a breather. So I decided that bar-crawling (or hopping, depending!) would be something interesting to do. I left office early.
Originally, I wanted to go to places I had not been to for a while. However, old habits die hard and, at just a bit before 5pm, I found myself entering the hallowed halls of Jockey's (I usually end up at Jockey's on at least two afternoons during the working week. Their excellent club sandwiches and two pints makes for a good lunch!).
[b]Jockey's. Panorama Hotel, Mankhool Road[/b]
Nothing special in Jockey's. But there's also something quite comforting in seeing the old and known faces (punters and WG alike). I was keen on watching the Spain-Ireland match but that was still more than 3 hours ahead and I wasn't sure if I wanted to spend that much time. There are a few "newish" girls this week. Two of them (a brunette and a blonde, probably East European) are found at the long table just inside the entrance, right below the first TV screen. I struck up a basic conversation with them; me not being able to speak their language too well, the conversation quickly became a "how much" game. I was not interested so I politely refused. But the blonde has potential for next week (note: the girls were there again this afternoon; we just smiled at each other in acknowledgment)
Closer to the bar, I saw a slim, Caucasian girl with an excellent waist-hip ratio. I decided to walk over and say hello. As I got to her side, the sight of the many old pimple marks on her face were a put-off and I just picked up two napkins and walked back to my small table.
In the China Market Area and the CIS Corner Store, there was nothing significantly new. A couple of Kyrgyz ladies who had recently gone back to Kyrgyzstan (short, dark hair) have returned and it was pleasant to exchange greetings with them (men Kyrgyzcha bilem, uncha mincha!). I asked about another favourite Kyrgyz of mine who went back 3 months ago, but they had no clue about her.
After three sloooow pints, I decided to move over and check out Astoria, another good friend in the afternoons!
[b]TGIT. Astoria Hotel, Esbij Street[/b]
Astoria is always a good place for me when I need to visit a bar alone in the afternoon. The U-shaped bar, in my opinion, makes is easier to chat with new acquaintances. Punters, or WGs. And the bartenders are always close enough to share jokes and comments with.
I reached Astoria just a bit around 6:30pm and the place had started filling up again after the usual mid-afternoon slump. I met a few "drinking buddies" and just exchanged news and views. By about 7:00pm, two Filis had also walked in (on Saturday afternoons, I notice 4 to 5 Filis; and at night, a few more, along with some women from Pakistan). The Pakistani contingent had not yet come in.
I ordered fish fingers.
A short, round mamasan (with SUPER-hardened skin on her palms) still manages to bring some interesting young girls from Kyrgyzstan and there was at least one eye candy, courtesy of mamasan. A short walk into the restaurant area, nothing very vivid to see, and I was out of there a bit after 8pm, with a full stomach and two more pints in me.
R
[i][b]Disclaimer:[/b] This report is meant to share my perspective on some of the well-known hunting grounds, on a specific evening. It will probably be more useful for newbies who need a heads-up on what to expect. [/i]
I left Astoria just after 8pm, conscious that the Spain-Ireland match was already on. I stopped at the mini-grocery and supplied myself with two much-needed bottles of orange juice (to balance the 5 pints a bit).
[b]Novotel Hotel. Deira City Centre[/b]
I like the bar here (Vertigo?) and I expected a pleasant crowd of men there for the footy. And it was as expected.
I made myself comfortable and ordered my standard (for here) Kronenbourg. The nuts bowl had better variety than usual.
At the far wall, there is a long row of sofa-type seating. These places were vacant because of the lack of TV-viewing angles. Or, almost empty. Just two women. A Chinese lady sipping some transparent drink (water?) from a glass with a straw and sitting towards the right side. And an African lady to the left, with a Collins glass in front of her, apparently just texting on her mobile. Both women were dressed quite low-key.
They attracted the gaze only because they did not seem to fit in. The African was good-looking (maybe an 8) and the Chinese seemed more a 7.
None of the men paid attention to them (this was during the second half of the match, and Italy had JUST scored the first goal). A man (middle-aged) walked into the bar from the rear doors, craned his neck, apparently like what he saw, and came across to the Chinese to make conversation. I was near enough to normally be able to hear their conversation, but Spain decided that it was not for my ears and they scored the equalizer. In the ensuing noise in the bar (including my own cheering) , I did not hear a thing. But the Chinese lady was gone when I remembered to look again. The African was still there.
For the next 30 minutes, I focused on the match and at about 10pm I was out of there (one of the last men to leave). The African lady remained seated, texting on her phone.
I am not sure if WGs come regularly to the bar. But I would not be surprised if there were maybe a small number of reasonably well-dressed women who frequent this place. Blue Bar at the other Novotel definitely boasts of some pretty and semi-classy WGs; so why not here? To do: Come later.
[b]Ratsky's at Karama Hotel. Al Karama. 2C Street[/b]
After leaving Novotel, I drove back towards Bur Dubai with the intention of visiting Submarine at Dhow Palace. It was easy to find a parking spot right outside the hotel. I turned off the engine, changed my mind, and started the car up again. Suddenly, I wanted to take a Fili home.
I drove to Karama Hotel, paid a "fine" to get in. The place seemed quite empty to me. The bands was taking a breather (or maybe they had not yet started) and I just sat at a table, drinking beer and wondering if it was a mistake to be here so early (just before 10:30pm).
An unfinished pint later, I was off again. Nothing interesting except a few average girls, mostly crowded in the area near the toilets and the pool table. A few less-than-average girls lined the wall on the right side when entering Ratsky's. I thought two of the waitresses were the best looking there.
[b]Marine Bar. Seaview Hotel, Al Mina Road[/b]
I arrived here just a shade after 11pm. Again, paid a "fine" to go up the stairs. I consoled myself with the thought that I was not spending this money to ogle at unattractive women, but to listen to some good music played by a usually energetic band.
Yes, this was still good. The music was as enjoyable as always. And there was some eye candy around too. Just enough to keep me interested through the pint.
Came across a Chinese lady who I always come across at Jockey's in the afternoons. She used to say that she goes to York in the evening. Clearly, her preference now seems to be for Seaview. Her claim to fame (with me) is that I posted some of her pictures (including close-ups of her snatch) a few years ago on ISG (end of 2009). And I still have an audio recording of her panting and moaning and complaining "my pussy pain, my pussy pain".
She, of course, does not remember the details. But, for me, it is always a source of some private amusement when we greet each other.
My eyes came across an unusual-looking lady of Chinese descent, but with different features. Casually struck up a conversation with her. Her eyes kept darting in different directions and it was clear she was not very interested. Left that decent piece in peace.
A short, slightly voluptuous PRC came up to me and started with the standard PRC greeting and four essential questions. I told her that I was not really interested in a lady tonight. It felt mean to tell her that I really wanted some Fili meat (which was still missing here).
A little before midnight, I decided to leave.
[b]Ratsky's revisited[/b]
As I drove to Ratsky's I realized that all these visits, and the ensuing consumption of alcohol, meant that I was slowly losing the mood for a Fili. I drove to Karama Hotel anyway and, this time, had to pay 10 Dirhams to have my car parked because the street parking was full.
I was able to get in without being "refined" (so to speak) but was told by the "gatekeeper" that if I wanted to re-enter, I must have my hand stamped. We agreed, with a wink, that instead of the hand, I could also have any other part of my body stamped, if I wished. As long as I had no problem showing the stamp again later.
This was a different Ratsky's than the one I left about an hour earlier. It was almost packed. A long line of Filis against the right side wall. A group of Filis in the right-hand corner, near the stuffed-toy game thingy.
All tables were full, mostly with people who seemed to be in groups. And the area near the toilets and pool table was quite well-packed. And this was on a Sunday night. I shudder to think what it is like on Thursday.
I roamed around a bit, feeling like a looky-lou, with a beer in my hand. Eventually, I found standing room near the stuffed-toy game thingy. It seemed like a good idea to be in proximity with delectable Fili flesh. A middle-aged man was repeatedly attempting to collect a toy from the machine. I counted 14 attempts before he succeeded in getting a pink teddy bear that he promptly handed to the girl nearest to him. Seemed like many of the girls knew him.
The interesting thing was that quite a few girls seemed like hardened pros, but many also seemed relatively soft. I particularly liked a girl who, while not very attractive, had a reasonably good girl-next-door look. Wearing heans and a loose pullover top. I exchanged pleasantries with her, asked her if she wanted something to drink and ordered a Coke for her.
We exchanged names and she claimed that she only comes to Ratsky's a few times a month to supplement her income as a nanny. With the beers already inside me, it was easy to find her attractive, and even easier to be silly in front of her and make her laugh. I was pretty sure I wanted to bed her, but was also sure that it was already too late for me (the idea of being in the office the next morning at 8 was looming in my brain).
We got along well, I thought. Apparently, from Sunday evening to Monday evening, she was off. And she was happy to exchange phone her phone number with me so that we could meet the next day for "lunch or something".
With the gamble played, I said my good-bye and went home.
And yes: the next day, I did, indeed, take a half day off from work. THAT report (detailed, as always) comes next (probably tomorrow) but I am posting pictures in the Photo Gallery now.
Now, it's past 2pm. So, I must upload the photos, finish up some work, and go to Jockey's for a "late lunch".
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