Jakarta

[QUOTE=Duolingy;3072977]I don't get the craze about Nuru massage tbh.

Classic Spa in LG / UG floor has 90 minutes massage for 400 k and 200 K for HJ (quality massage and quality HJ), if you time properly you can also go after massage to T2, get a girl for 365 K have a good sex and pay her 100 k tip.

You can do all of that in 1,100 k (that's 61 USD), I don't think you can get 90 minutes massage leading to HJ and 60 minutes of sex in this money anywhere in the world.

Enjoy mongering![/QUOTE]I've had both soapy and nuru massages in Thailand and they are great! In normal standard sessions with girls you just barfine at clubs or do in brothels and if they offer to do any massage for you, these massages usually suck and you very quickly get the feeling that it's just better to get along with the sex. But the real soapy and nuru massages in Thailand were something else. Amazing sensual experiences which take a certainly level of skill and artistry from the girls who can do them. Later this summer when I go to Japan where nuru was invented, I really hope to get in at least one real Japanese nuru session. The real soapy and nuru sessions are like enhanced sexual experiences for me as your time with the girl is more than just the usual sucky fucky boom boom.

[QUOTE=Exoticspirit;3073012]I've had both soapy and nuru massages in Thailand and they are great! In normal standard sessions with girls you just barfine at clubs or do in brothels and if they offer to do any massage for you, these massages usually suck and you very quickly get the feeling that it's just better to get along with the sex. But the real soapy and nuru massages in Thailand were something else. Amazing sensual experiences which take a certainly level of skill and artistry from the girls who can do them. Later this summer when I go to Japan where nuru was invented, I really hope to get in at least one real Japanese nuru session. The real soapy and nuru sessions are like enhanced sexual experiences for me as your time with the girl is more than just the usual sucky fucky boom boom.[/QUOTE]Is there any proper nuru body to body massages in Jakarta? I as looking for some in the area like deep spa and at Classic ground floor bunker but they only provide hand to body massages and at best offered a sub par experience.

Continue from the Philippines thread.

Hell of a flight from MNL to Jakarta. The original arrival time was 11:30 PM. We got in closer to 1 AM. Thankfully, the girls at Classic work until 3 AM. I arrived at T2 behind two very drunk guys who were arguing with the security lady about bringing in a half full bottle of whiskey. Got my wrist band and edged by them. There were not as many girls as I remembered from my last visit two years ago. I had an equally inconvenient flight that time, too, getting the Classic again at around 1:30. Weird. This time there were far fewer girls and many more guys, hanging out in packs. I understand that the Mamsan's back off as the evening wears on, so there were no pushy ladies approaching me. I had to find one myself. "Small girl" is what I asked. She produced one in seconds: a tallish, skinny girl with an inviting smile. The standard price is 375 K, which I paid up front. In the room I requested no condom. The girl, Zyanne, was not happy with this but appeared used to the request. I mentioned a tip but she didn't react. It looked like she had been bored and was at least happy to entertain herself for a short time with me. I like the downstairs bordello, with shower and artwork. We showered. She went to work on little Johnny. She had this odd technique of running the tip of her tongue in and around my pee hole. A lot of sucking just on the very tip, then more pee hole probing. She also appeared to be enjoying the precum taste. Frequently going back for more. Great oral service. I entered her mish, then doggie facing the mirror, then back to mish to finish. She would not allow CIM and didn't want to redo her makeup, so no facial option. I could have cum inside her, but was hoping for more playtime. In the end I cut it short and finished on her belly. She looked genuinely disappointed, holding up two fingers to indicate "such a small amount of cum. " I lack the vitality of youth, I said, which she did not understand. I really think she was looking forward to a Cum bath. Showered. I gave her a tip for the BB everything. She left happy. Another 5 K to the desk for the privilege of using their services. Total damage under 30 USD, which is about the cheapest pussy I've had in a while.

Next day I planned to go to the train tracks, but wanted to also hit Komplek Kota Indiah first, as a sort of pregame thrill. Caught a Grab through my hotel Wifi (had no SIM card yet) and got there fast. Checked out several places. Sari Ayu, MTR, Laura. The f-ing LOUD music was painful to the ears. I have never taken a girl from here, but I am sure the service would be good. So many girls, it's crazy. I was there at around 6:30 PM, hoping to combine girl watching with World Cup. Not much on the TV. I usually do a good job with chatting up the Mamasans. Sari Aya lady was not to be deterred, kept bringing me new specimens. I kept saying, "Not yet. Maybe later. " She eventually stopped. Laura Ayu was dead; loud music, bored girls. I enjoyed my 15 minutes at MTR. The elderly Mamasan was friendly, playful, and spoke a little English. In all three spots the girls were plentiful. MTR had at least 60. Sari had even more. How these girls make money is beyond me. After my beer at MTR, I left. I might return as I'the like to keep drinking and checking out the girls. Tonight, my real mission was the railroad tracks girls.

Went to the gate out front of Kota to find a taxi. No Sim card meant no Grab. I knew the general direction of the street where the Railroad tracks are. Gedong Panjang Street bus station. I told the tuktuk Gedong Panjang street, he said Yes. I could find my way from there. He drove in the direction, but with so many twists and turns, I had no idea where we were. I kept looking for landmarks to place me on Gedong. A bit of an adventure. The guy was clearly winging it. Luckily, we drove right past the iconic Dunkin Donuts sign. "Stop!" I yelled. He did. I paid and got out, knowing that this DD was about 4 blocks south of Gedong Panjang station. Note: I later learned that the tuktuk driver was not wrong. It was a one-way street, so he was diverted to do a crazy you-turn. I need to learn to shut up sometimes. Walked up Gedong Panjang, under the RR track bridge, turned left, found the ladder, climbed up, and began to walk. During my time at Kota it had gotten dark. Now it was about 8:30. I had arrived. Note: Be mindful of the train tracks. If not that, be mindful of the people yelling at you to get the fuck out of the way. It was this second clue that got my attention. The lights and noise of the train did not, as I was a bit tipsy and enjoying the view of the girls. In all about 80 girls up and down the RR tracks, both sides, in pockets of 4, 6 or more. Plenty of selection. Just need to find a Mamasan (or male equivalent) with a good flashlight. Having been inspired by Komplek girls, I wanted a hook up fast. While waiting for a passing train, I saw a girl I liked with fake glasses on. She took me through a hole in the wall to a blue tarp covered tent, fan blowing and lights on, with mattress on the ground. No English skills (standard here), but understood her job requirements. Had a love for BJ-ing and could deep throat like a pro. We did several positions. I stayed hard but couldn't finish. Finally, I took pity on her and just stopped. Paid my 200 K plus tip, thanked her, and left. But I was not about to give up. Walked back in the direction I came from to rest a bit. I had coffee with a pair of old ladies who smiled a lot. Paid 5 k for the coffee when it was only 3 k, just to be a hero. After a good rest (two trains passed) I got back up on the tracks and slowly considered the pack of girls sitting between the tracks. Their Mamasan had a flashlight. In the middle of 8 girls was a stunner. Picked her, price was 210 K. They made sure I understood. Went through the hole the wall, surprisingly down the same ladder, and across the alley was a love motel. Inside, same kind of room: fan, mattress, light on. My new love was named Ara. She was 18 and gorgeous. Had skills and did everything I asked. Again, could have cum inside but had to see that body when I finished. Got her to finger fuck herself with two fingers while I watched and came on her body. Just about the best body I had seen up to this point. A small tip of 100 K got her to smile big. I will try to find her when I return.

My plan was to go back to Dunkin, use their Wifi to call a Grab. But outside on the corner of Gedong was a Grab motorcycle guy who agreed to drive me back to Classic for like 50 K. Once back in my hotel I realized what a dumbshit I was for not having access to Grab while out on the streets of Jakarta. In my hotel I used their Wifi to buy an eSim through a company online called Airalo. Now I can call a Grab anywhere like a normal person. Which I wound doing the next night cruising down to South Jakarta to see what that was all about. My 3 day Airalo eSim cost 8 bucks. Stupid of me not to arrive with this already in place.

To be continued.

Next day had some options. Go back to RR tracks for Ara, one of the other popular clubs, or finally enter the Emporium. The idea of this place, how you could make out in a heated pool before sex, it all sounded great. And it was. Hit Emporium at 4:00 PM. Price: 1. 6 mil for a standard girl; 2. 1 mil for second level. Note: 1 million equals 50 USD. Was presented 5 girls standard (red dress) and 5 girls second level (black dress) sitting on couches. I saw no difference. Chose a cute short beauty named Agnes. Standard Agnes I'll call her, though her name is actually Agis. She had no English. All she could do was make a hand heart to indicate how much she loved me. In the pool, I got handsy. We were alone. I felt up her breasts, exposing them, sucking them. I pulled down my shorts – I assume it is against the rules – and she HJ'ed me under water while looking around, like she didn't want to get caught. Heavy DFK all the time. Another couple came in which caused her to reset her bikini and indicated I needed to pull up my shorts. "We go to the room?" Sounded good. In the room she was in no rush. Huge mirror where I tried to fuck her from behind, standing up and staring at her beautiful body. She played along so well, like she was enjoying watching the show as much as me. On the her knees, she began an expert BJ. Wish they allowed video here; that was an image I wanted to remember. Then on the bed, I entered her in Mish. Again, to my delight, no mention of condoms ever, although they were there on the bed where she threw them. Did several positions, all the while she was doing a great job of making me believe she was loving it and loving me. Ate her pussy because it was partially shaved and I wanted to feel the fuzz. After a while I needed to take a break, ask to rest a minute. She said OK. With a normal hooker, this might signal it's time to leave. Agnes was not thinking that. Instead, while I laid there, she asked if she could blow me again, just to recharge the batteries. I said OK. She wiped me off and did a gentle BJ. Then moved lower. And lower. She began to rim me, saw that it got the reaction she wanted, then went to town on my asshole. Girls that start to do this without me asking – they are God's gift to humanity. No trouble cumming after that.

We showered, she continued to say how much she loved me. I tried to get information, like what was her work schedule and when I could see her again. She understood nothing. I did learn she is from Sumatra. Which is now on my "must visit" list. Later, one of the desk girls helped translate, so I would know when she was working again. I hope to see her soon. Before leaving she pulled out a paper, which is a combination satisfaction survey and tip request. I told her that I would tip her in cash. Gave her 300 K and she was over the moon. She stood in the locker room and watched me get dressed, which was funny because the attendant was there beside her and another couple; they were acting embarrassed because I stripped down in front of them and not behind the curtain. The irony here is too much. Said goodbye with a deep kiss; I think this girl and I were meant to be, my Indonesian soul mate. Hey – let a guy fantasize, alright? Cashed out at the front desk and got the Mamasan's Whatsapp so I can text her to know when my future ex-wife would be working again. Everyone was smiling, most especially me.

To summarize. If you are wondering if the cost of Emporium is worth it, let me tell you that the answer is a full blooded Yes. $88 was the charge on my Mastercard. 15 dollar tip and it's about the best value 100 bucks ever gave me. Sure, Classic girls are one third the price. Good service and, if you're lucky, you'll make a longterm friend. But I will never forget Agnes in the pool and Agnes in the bed with her tongue between my legs. And I get a stiffy just thinking about her lovely body and eager performance.

My evening time was spent Grab taxing to South Jakarta to check out a bar called Blarney, hoping for an Irish bar atmosphere. Very nice atmosphere, but decidedly not Irish in any way, shape or form. Again, comfortable and beautiful inside. Lots of locals hanging out in the early evening, in couches and nice lighting. But Irish it ain't. Walked a while before calling a Grab to take me to Central Jakarta to look for a Western meal. Big city lights and skyscrapers were a major change from the area around Classic. Found food that satisfied and then Grab taxied home.

Tomorrow will either check out Kings Cross or go back to the RR tracks. Maybe Komplek Kota again to ogle the ladies over a cold beer. I'm sure after a few beers the decision will be made for me.

EdwardQ: outstanding and very entertaining trip reports. I bow to you.

[QUOTE=Jimmyzhu;3073027]Is there any proper nuru body to body massages in Jakarta? I as looking for some in the area like deep spa and at Classic ground floor bunker but they only provide hand to body massages and at best offered a sub par experience.[/QUOTE]Try Pablos cave and bar and groovy spa both nuru places are 4 min walk from each. They don't use the exact liquid gel like in Thailand but they use a black pink powder to create a equivalent gel.

Check out their line up in their telegram link, if you are near King cross there is another spa call Grand sumo in the same complex. B2 B is there but not Nuru.

[QUOTE=Exoticspirit;3073012]I've had both soapy and nuru massages in Thailand and they are great! In normal standard sessions with girls you just barfine at clubs or do in brothels and if they offer to do any massage for you, these massages usually suck and you very quickly get the feeling that it's just better to get along with the sex. But the real soapy and nuru massages in Thailand were something else. Amazing sensual experiences which take a certainly level of skill and artistry from the girls who can do them. Later this summer when I go to Japan where nuru was invented, I really hope to get in at least one real Japanese nuru session. The real soapy and nuru sessions are like enhanced sexual experiences for me as your time with the girl is more than just the usual sucky fucky boom boom.[/QUOTE]I found a few interesting massage places in the same complex as Kings Cross in Kelapa Gading. One of them is Vermouth Soapy Massage Spa, which offers soapy massages. Another spa told me they offer a cold plunge therapy but didn't take it. I also noticed quite a few Korean, Japanese, and Chinese customers there.

Seems the air quality is even worse than usual.

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[QUOTE=Vendelo;3073439]EdwardQ: outstanding and very entertaining trip reports. I bow to you.[/QUOTE]+1. Amazing reports. Not many people write in the full detailed style like you and I do. (If why like a good sex trip novella head to the São Paulo thread for my three part report out). Love all the details esp about seedy places like the tracks. I would never have the balls to go there. So kudos to you! Looking forward to next installment.

I'm going to stay at the Classic Hotel this weekend. Is T5 the fifth floor? Also, has anyone stayed at the hotel and was it okay to stay or should I get another hotel nearby? Any advice would be appreciated.

[QUOTE=ChinaTimes;3073576]I'm going to stay at the Classic Hotel this weekend. Is T5 the fifth floor? Also, has anyone stayed at the hotel and was it okay to stay or should I get another hotel nearby? Any advice would be appreciated.[/QUOTE]Yes T5 is on fifth floor and T2 on second floor. And then one on first floor they call something else but I call it T1. It's an ok place to stay but think low end motel like motel 6 or super 8 or something. The lobby is really nice but the rooms super basic and some stuff may not work right. Hard to beat convenience and price if you don't mind it being a bit low brow.

[QUOTE=ChinaTimes;3073576]I'm going to stay at the Classic Hotel this weekend. Is T5 the fifth floor? Also, has anyone stayed at the hotel and was it okay to stay or should I get another hotel nearby? Any advice would be appreciated.[/QUOTE]Do yourself a favor and move to Heef Hotel. It's only a 4 minute walk to Classic. It's about the same price, or even cheaper than Classic, and it's much nicer. You will thank me later.

[QUOTE=EdwardQ;3073435]Continue from the Philippines thread.

While waiting for a passing train, I saw a girl I liked with fake glasses on. She took me through a hole in the wall to a blue tarp covered tent, fan blowing and lights on, with mattress on the ground. No English skills (standard here), but understood her job requirements. Had a love for BJ-ing and could deep throat like a pro. We did several positions. I stayed hard but couldn't finish. Finally, I took pity on her and just stopped. Paid my 200 K plus tip, thanked her, and left. But I was not about to give up. Walked back in the direction I came from to rest a bit. I had coffee with a pair of old ladies who smiled a lot. Paid 5 k for the coffee when it was only 3 k, just to be a hero. After a good rest (two trains passed) I got back up on the tracks and slowly considered the pack of girls sitting between the tracks. Their Mamasan had a flashlight. In the middle of 8 girls was a stunner. Picked her, price was 210 K. They made sure I understood.[/QUOTE]I had a brief inclination to report from my arriving night a couple of days ago (rebooked one michat girl from last time, and then spent half an hour finding a new michat girl for the second shot. Both ok-ish 6/7's), but after reading your masterpieces, it would be like offering the leftovers the dog did not want as the postres after a fine dinner.

Hats off to you.

[QUOTE=JuneFly;3073633]Do yourself a favor and move to Heef Hotel. It's only a 4 minute walk to Classic. It's about the same price, or even cheaper than Classic, and it's much nicer. You will thank me later.[/QUOTE]Do rooms here have a balcony?

Woke up very late, missed breakfast, which was a blessing since breakfast in an Indonesian culture bears no resemblance to a Western breakfast. Except for toast, perhaps. Coffee is like something scraped from the bottom of an oil drum. Anyway, it's included in the cost of the room, so whatever. Besides, down from Classic about a 5 minute walk is a proper coffee shop called Tomoro. There I met two guys doing what I'm doing, looking clearly hungover. We compared notes. One mentioned having a good time at King Cross, so I put that on my agenda for the evening.

45 minute Grab ride from Classic to King Cross in North Jakarta. Bring a book or take a nap. Entered the downstairs club at around 6:00 PM. Never having been there before, I was like, "Is this all there is? What's all the hype about?" I would learn my mistake later. The downstairs is one big open Rec room with a few couches and pool tables. The girls hang out on the far side, at their own tables, waiting to be called to duty. I ordered a beer and waited until the Mamasan finished her sandwich; she was in no hurry and I was wondering what was supposed to happen. When she finally came over she showed me the price list. With no basis for comparison, I went with the first (standard) line up of girls at 495,000 price line (about 30 USD). I picked the cutest one of the eight girls. Who was only marginally cute once she sat down next to me. She looked uncomfortable. Not a good sign. I asked how she was and her response was, "I don't speak English. " Uh oh. I called over the Mamasan. It was more the poor vibe than the language barrier, but I said, "Can you find a girl who speaks English?" The Mamasan said Yes, but it raised the price to level 2: 795,000 (about 45 USD). Sounds good. The first girl bolted. A new line up. A bit better looking. The first girl looked a little like a former student of mine. She was also the smallest and cutest, (actually cute,) so I took her. Bought her a beer while we chatted. Her English was good. She explained she used to work as a dancer. I said, Where? She said, Upstairs. I said, "What's upstairs?" She looked at me like I was an idiot. She said, "The strip club. " Oh. One penny dropped. Ah, so, like, when does the strip club open? Ten o'clock. Ah ha. Final penny drops. I get it. While King Cross is open in the afternoon, the "strip club" part, the part that makes this place a major attraction, does not open until 10:00 PM. OK then. I did not do my research. No matter. I asked why she did not "dance" any more. Was the money better or worse? She said money had nothing to do with it. Taking off her clothes and being naked was just too damn cold! She preferred working with a dress on. I see. My new friend, Claudia, and I were getting on like a house on fire. She had a cool, biting, sense of humor on par with mine. Like some girls do overseas, she compared our skin color. She was not dark, more like light brown or tan, compared to my whiter than white skin. She called me Daddy, rubbing my beard and laughing, saying she would like to make a white baby with me. I said I would prefer her color to mine, calling her Mommy Claudia, which sounded funny to her. She suggested we go to the room and we took the elevator up one floor. In the room she told me to shower. I said, Shower together? She made a face and said, No. You first. Ugh, I thought. Once the clothes came off, she was kinda turning all business-like, cooling to me. Shit. I took the shower and lay on the bed while she showered behind a closed door. Double shit. OK. I prepared for the worst. She came out, walked seductively to the bed, dropped her towel and went to work. Once again, I was completely wrong. Claudia was everything and more. Cuddled up to me, DFK, then she slid down and licked my nipples while playing around downstairs. No rush, no hurry, laser eye contact the whole time. An expert BJ. She knew the way to a man's heart. She went lower and lower. And yes, without asking, she began the rimming. So f-ing cool when it happens organically. I wanted to be inside her and she sensed this. She reached for the condom. I said, Please, no. She made an angry face: I no get pregnant! I don't want a baby! Ok, message received. However, that's never going to happen. I explained what a vasectomy was. She looked like it was a new word to her. I described cutting my tubes. She didn't argue, just shrugged her acceptance and dropped the condom back on the bed; returning to party girl mode, she mounted me and rode me like a horny cowgirl. So tight she said she was 22 and such a performer. I was inspired to try a new position so as she straddled me, I pulled her legs horizontal and then sat up so we were sitting, facing each other, and could look down as we fucked. She really got into it then. It takes a special kind of girl to get me to cum inside her. Claudia had that certain something. Looking at her face, intense and passionate, banging me hard with a fury, I blew my puny load inside her pussy; best feeling in the world. For me, anyway. For her it was, "What, you finished?" Jokingly, I pulled her closer, hugged her and, touching foreheads, I said in my best Barry White said, "We can keep going, if you want to, babe. She smiled coquettishly with a naughty grin on her lips and said, "No thanks. " That's the kind of humor I like. I bounced up feeling like a million bucks. We cleaned up, I tipped her and she walked me out. I need to remember one thing about these working girls. I need to give them the parting kiss of "thank you" before they re-apply their makeup again. I keep forgetting this. Her baby goodbye kiss was more a peck than a full on tongue lashing. With her laughing at the red paint that remained on my lips. My kind of girl.

Grab ride back to Central Jakarta takes another 45 minutes, but I got a Buddhist philosopher as a driver, so it was a pleasant conversation. Late dinner at the Pho place that is about a 10 minute walk from Classic Hotel on that busy street with all the local restaurants. Then back home.

One more day tomorrow in Jakarta. I am feeling so lucky with all the sweet girls I have met. Well, now that I think of it, Claudia was a naughty girl and not so sweet. She kept choking me while riding on top of me. I choked her back lightly. She musta had a back story I probably didn't want to know. There a little S&M madam in there waiting to come out. In any event, she was different, and different is always good. For my last day I want to do one more visit to the Gedong Panjang RR tracks to find Ara or her cousin or sister. Railroad tracks girls are a special breed, and I need one more fix before I depart.

*Correction to my last report. If anyone cares, that "Irish" pub in South Jakarta is called Shamrock, not Blarney.