General Information

Arrived this afternoon from CDO, flight departed 25 minutes late but somehow still seemed to arrive in Cebu on time. Collected my bags headed out the terminal, across the road and up the stairs to catch a taxi. There must have been about 40 people queueing at the taxi rank and I thought "fuck that" and walked down to the arrivals terminal where the taxis drop off their passengers. Got into a taxi as the passenger got out, the security guard was pissed but it was all over so quickly there was nothing he could do and we were away.

I arrived without prebooking a hotel, so ended up back at the Waterfront and after checking in and unpacking headed off to Ayalla.

Daisy had come up from Allegria minus the kids this time and she was busy downtown trying to procure some distant relatives for me for an afternoons fun. She arranged for me to see Lilibeth, who I met in January, still 18 and working in a canteen full time for 2000 pesos a month. I met Daisy at Ayalla had a coffee at Bo's and sent Daisy to get a load for her phone. I hope I wasn't one of those sad Foriegners Westcoast saw at Ayalla. I was only at the mall about an hour but saw several of the regular girls that work the place and who said Hello, to me.

Met Lilibeth later with Daisy at Macdonalds at the IT Park across the road from the Waterfront. She had put on a quite a few kilos since we last met and to be honest not something I wanted to fuck, but Daisy whispered "She is very short on money". My heart got the better of me and I agreed she could come up to the room for a short time and I figured I would do my best to help her out. Daisy had already informed me she would be hapy with 500 so I figured it was not a great outlay.

Lilibeth had lost none of her acute shyness and Daisy made herself scarce and I told Lilibeth to go and shower. She was very reluctant and had to be literally made to go shower. I heard the shower running for no more than a minute and she emerged from the bathroom dripping wet with a towel around her and I in turn went for a shower. I had hoped she would miraculously seem a bit slimmer but she just looked as chubby as ever and I resigned myself to the fact that I was performing a good deed for the fairer (and fatter) sex. Now I noticed she had not used soap as I started to shower, as it was still wrapped and unused and I decided there and then definitely no DATY.

Once out of the bathroom I was in no mood to wait and we spent a good 15 minutes french kissing with me running my hands all over her ample body. Her pussy was dripping wet and had already made a wet stain on the bed, all on its own. Her pussy smelled pungent and unpleasant, probably the fact that it was very hot and humid did not help, plus the fact that she had been wearing jeans all day. I didn't even want the smell on my fingers so feeling she was ready I slowly entered her in the missionary position. She was very very tight for a chubby girl, I always imagined chubby girls to have large pussys but in this particular case she was very close fitting even though she was extremely wet. However after about half a dozen thrusts, her pussy opened up to the point were I could no longer feel anything. It was like throwing my cock down Oxford Street in London on a wet Wednesday. She was also too shy and was a bit of a starfish, a complete and utter turn off. I flipped her over onto her tummy, and tried to enter her from behind with some difficulty and I had to tell her to grab my cock and guide it in. Once I had got the length of my cock inside her, I found this position gave me a better sensation and after about some ten minutes I managed to splurt inside her.

Maybe it was not the right thing to do in the post coital haze, but I whispered to her that she needed to lose a minimum of about 5 kilos. I didn't mention her smelly pussy, I figured there is only so much a girl can take in one day. I paid her 700 and escorted her down through reception. I took her out of the small entrance by the casino so as not to attract too much attention, after all with her hair still wet from the shower, and her frilly blouse, she looked like a stranded flesh eating sea monster on the prowl for a victim. I have done my good deed for the week and I will surely go to heaven if I should suddenly die.

Surely Mort, St. Peter has already signed your pass. I'm surprised by the resistance to showering. Most Pinays I've been with crave a hot shower, because so few of those from poor backgrounds have access to it at home. I am well aware of the difference in odor between those that wash the love tunnel carefully and those who don't. In the negative instances you can pick up the smell from a couple of feet away. I will remember to appreciate those who smell good--and obviously learned somehow that they need to use soap and water aggressively inside the lips and folds--and not just take them for granted.

[quote=mauidude; 1177315]yes love cebu. my first place to land in philippines. have been hooked every since. i think i would have bailed on the guy walking me around. too paranoid. and maybe on the girl trying to set me up with **** girls and police?

but now wow i am interestd to find the dorm girls.

was that by colon? a lot of bars on one street and then the basketball court? with girls in apartments or dorms?[/quote]was not concerned with the ****d thing. speaking with the security guard, he said they know which girls are trusted, and warn the guest if he enters with another.

dorm girls. ask the street hawks. we walked away from colon on palaez, turned right on sangiackano, and went about 3 blocks. then left a few blocks. it was not a dorm, it was a street party. the girl later said she lived in a dorm up the street from the party (the one who said she had lots of friends). and boy was she right, she brought another looker over last night, age 19, for a 3-some. i had procured a 30-ish bargirl just prior, so we had 3 girls. nice!

i had a date with a very attractive, but chubby dia girl. 4'11, 90lb according to the profile. it doesn't take much to get a short girl to look chubby, but i'm sure she was more like 110. anyway, we were doing something touristy, but she seemed overwhelmed by the heat. maybe she wanted an invitation to my air condition room, but i took the opportunity to point her to a taxi and bail out.

i'm convinced that i waste too much time vetting the dia gals when i should just go downtown (or other area away from the usual foreigner hunting grounds) and hunt directly. after dumping ms. chubby, i walked over to the church (this is yesterday / sunday) and then the carbon market and saw a lot of cute gals. my mo: take a picture, smile, show her the pic, ask if she'd like me to send it to her, pull paper and pen out of my camera bag, ask her to also add her phone number as she's writing down the email add, possibly slip her my card. i usually get the first text within five minutes of saying 'bye'.

i stopped for a cold beer at 'our place'. (or is it my place). anyway, it's nice to see that they've actually attempted to clean the toilet since last time i was there. they also added a urinal. i've liked this place since i first visited in 1990.

i was thinking of staying downtown later and seeing what the streets produced after sunset, but was exhausted. maybe some other night. x.

[quote=westcoast1; 1177605]was not concerned with the ****d thing. speaking with the security guard, he said they know which girls are trusted, and warn the guest if he enters with another.

dorm girls. ask the street hawks. we walked away from colon on palaez, turned right on sangiackano, and went about 3 blocks. then left a few blocks. it was not a dorm, it was a street party. the girl later said she lived in a dorm up the street from the party (the one who said she had lots of friends). and boy was she right, she brought another looker over last night, age 19, for a 3-some. i had procured a 30-ish bargirl just prior, so we had 3 girls. nice![/quote]

Daisy my regular gf in Cebu often has acted as a procurer on my behalf, sort of a personal pimp with fringe benefits, but today she has been dismissed from this kind of employment for ever.

Yesterday Daisy went to Cabanton Street, a local area within a stones throw of Ayalla but where very few foreigners ever venture. She had promised me that she had found a very fresh faced 18 year old in need of money who was willing to meet me today, so after a late breakfast we headed down to meet Jennifer at Ayalla Mall. Now Jennifer had been texting Daisy all morning virtually begging to meet me, so when we arrived at the scheduled time of 11am the girl was not there. Daisy got a text with the usual bullshit "traffic very heavy" Well I could walk to Cabanton Street in just over 10 minutes but pacified myself with the thought of meeting a lovely 18 year old girl (Daisy's words).

Anyway I was feeling a little hungry and decided to pop into Macdonalds for a quick burger to tide me over until later. We ordered our meal and sat down. Several more texts were sent back and forth between Daisy and Jennifer when all of a sudden Daisy announced "She's here"

Daisy dashed outside and returned alongside Jennifer. Well I swear to God my half eaten quarter pounder with cheese nearly regurgitated involuntarily and my expression was probably similar to the time I once accidentally electrocuted myself, whilst working on the power supply for my house back home. Jennifer I swear was at least 40 years of age, albeit slim, but she was easily old enough for grandchildren.

They both sat down opposite me and I just stared at Daisy thinking WTF are you playing at?? Daisy didn't immediately pick up on my vibes and began engaging in a friendly chit chat with Jennifer as if they were long lost friends. I was trying to desperately make sense of the situation, was Daisy playing some kind of practical joke or what? Jennifer had crows feet and her teeth were consistent with a woman of about 40, worn, no longer brilliant white that naturally comes with youth and a complexion that matched my estimates of around 40 years of age.

I leaned over to the woman and asked her what was going on, I was here to meet an 18 year old girl and I half expected her to say that her daughter would be here anytime now. She insisted she was 18 running 19 and despite me challenging her several times directly, she would not change her story.

I have lived with a Filipino for 7 years and I have travelled across Asia extensively over the last 15 years so I know an 18 year old girl when I see one. I am able to judge the age of most Asia women reasonably accurately and consistently. I told her if she was going to treat me like an imbecile, to leave my table straight away, but she ignored me and continued to chat to Daisy in Visayas. I interrupted the conversation and told Daisy to tell her friend to leave my table immediately if she was going to continue lying to me and in the end she got up and left without saying anything more.

To say I was angry with Daisy was an understatement, and as soon as the woman had left I said to Daisy "How the fuck can you be so stupid, you can see she is at least 40 years old WTF is wrong with you?" Daisy just replied naively "Well she said she was 18 and I thought she was telling the truth"

Daisy and Jennifer exchanged some frosty emails back and forth again and Jennifer admitted lying about her age, telling Daisy she was so desperate for money, that was only the reason she lied. Well if you are going to tell a lie (and I have told more than a few in my time) at least make it plausible. I was more angry that some stupid Filipina could think I was actually so gullible to fall for the worst attempt at deception I have ever seen in all of my visits to Asia.

I was so incensed with Daisy for being an utter idiot that I made her walk back to the Waterfront in the hot afternoon sun as a punishment. I told her never ever try to find me a girl again and that she was going back to Alegria in the morning.

[QUOTE=Westcoast1;1177605]Dorm girls. Ask the street hawks. We walked away from Colon on Palaez, turned right on sangiackano, and went about 3 blocks. Then left a few blocks. It was not a dorm, it was a street party. The girl later said she lived in a dorm up the street from the party (the one who said she had lots of friends). And boy was she right, she brought another looker over last night, age 19, for a 3-some. I had procured a 30-ish bargirl just prior, so we had 3 girls. Nice![/QUOTE]

I had a GF who lived in this area. I actually went there to her place. It was an old building with little more than a maze of rooms with no aircon. The rent was next to nothing, and the girls stayed in bunk beds in stifling hot rooms.

This is why just having an air conditioned room with TV, a real bed, a toilet, and a shower is like offering a girl a night's stay in Club Paradise.

Took a girl with big rack tonight, about 10:30. Agreed to 9am tomorrow. Had a baby 2 weeks ago, and tonight is her first night in the bar. One of her friends tried talking her out of pics, but she was wanting a bf. Wonderful performance, given she just gave birth. Did the entire list of goodies (and thats some list) , just asked me to start slowly in the bang. Few minutes later she's huffing / puffing and horny as hell (hasn't been laid in months). Her loving self fell asleep after, then woke up to pump milk. Now sound asleep next to me as I write this. Ahhh, to have a 22 year-old purring at your side.

Sister's Bar Mango. Had a runner last July, a year ago. Posted on the board. Walked in just to see if she might be there, or maybe the mamasan from last year. Nope to both. 4 girls plopped down with me begging the ladies drink. The mama appeared shortly after and we talked about last year's runner. The new mama was aware of the problem. Previous mama fired for not controlling the girls. Current mama in place 6 months. All previous girls severed from trabaho. Mama assures me there have been no runners she is aware of since she took over (anyone disagree here?) for 6 months. She assured me that if I took the girl in my lap, she would stay as log as agreed upon. I told her that's what happened last year when the gal ran, and asked the mama if she was willing to let me take the girl's picture and the mama's picture, so I could post them online (didn't mention any sites) if the girl ran. A heartbeat later the mama grabbed the girl and sat her down next to the mama, and said,"Take our picture. If she run before you agree the time, post us online. My girls don't run. If girl run she don't get a credit. If she run customer get full refund. Thats it. You take the girl she will do as she agree before leaving this bar." And,"previous mama have trouble the running girl. Not me."

So I walked out and went to Vikings's.

[QUOTE=Westcoast1;1177804]So I walked out and went to Vikings's.[/QUOTE]Maybe I'm dense, but I don't understand.

Must be exhilarating barebacking with gay abandon.

Worrying about stds and unwanted pregnacies must take a toll on a man's health, I reckon.

[QUOTE=David_33;1177815]Maybe I'm dense, but I don't understand.[/QUOTE]And only an attempt.

Decided to go to Bureau of Immigration this morning in Mandaue to extend my tourist visa, as my return flight takes me two days over the limit. Several guys suggested that I leave it until I get to the airport but I just did not want the worry of potentially facing some bureacratic ass hole in uniform making my life difficult. Got there just before 9am after dropping Daisy off at the South Bus Terminal and was back out the door by 10am clutching my passport complete with visa extension, total cost 3030 pesos. Worth it just for my peace of mind. By Philippine standards it was quite efficient although it involved me queueing up 4 different times.

Daisy had just started her period this morning but she gave me a nice parting gift of a blow job as I woke up, what a great way to start the day. Gulped all my cum down like a real trooper, I think she has just about redeemed herself for the stunt she pulled off yesterday.

I decided to take a walk back to Ayall from Mandaue, took me about an hour, with a couple of stops for drinks. Kept getting texts from a ladyboy pimp offering me girls for 1500, can't for the life of me remember how he / she got my number. Anyway arranged to meet him / her at Ayalla together with an 18 year old college student in need of help, after negotiating by text for about 45 minutes. I then get a text saying "we will get taxi can you pay we have no money" so I agreed. I then sent a text saying I was waiting outside Starbucks and asked them to confirm they were on their way. No reply despite me sending a second similar text."Thats it" I thought, back to the hotel and I caught a taxi and was back in the Waterfront within ten minutes. About another ten minutes elapsed and I received a further text from them saying "we are in taxi on our way, where are you?" I texted back saying "too late you never replied". Several more texts were sent back and forth with them saying they have no money for a taxi. I got one final text saying "No load left where are you please text back" I relented and told them the Waterfront and that I would be waiting outside but after another 15 minutes, I lost patience and told them if they were really in a taxi to get the driver to text me to confirm. I never heard anything back after that and I fired a final parting shot telling them WTF do not waste my time again.

My DIA contacts have proved on the whole a bit of a let down on this trip. When I think of the time I have invested over the last couple of months, I am beginning to think I should just start harvesting contacts the week before. My previous strategy of establishing and maintaining contact over several weeks is too labour intensive and I don't think is necessarily better than hitting DIA a week or even a few days before your arrival.

[QUOTE=Mortman;1177974]My DIA contacts have proved on the whole a bit of a let down on this trip. When I think of the time I have invested over the last couple of months, I am beginning to think I should just start harvesting contacts the week before. My previous strategy of establishing and maintaining contact over several weeks is too labour intensive and I don't think is necessarily better than hitting DIA a week or even a few days before your arrival.[/QUOTE]Same. My normal routine is to open my dating profile 2 weeks prior to arrival. Keep conversations short and honest: only meeting you for boomboom hun. This time I opened it up 2 month in advance. Big mistake. The conversations previously were short. 1-2 conversations total, and I would txt them when I got there. This time, the initial conversations were similar, but I had many more conversations with the girls. We became friendly. Then, when I get there and txt her and she shows up for the initial meet (just prior to the bang) , she gets a funny look on her face."You want me to what?"

Yes sweetie, recall our first two conversations, where you heartily agreed to it? Some girls actually don't recall it."Never I say that to you!" Yes you did. But dammit, I became chummy later, and you thought you had a bf on the line. Big mistake. Next time 2 weeks out in front. Worse, it was time-intensive.

On the other hand, a gal (fresh-off-the-bus) just bussed in from Carcar, spent 2 hours performing magnificently, and was as happy as a pig in mud to meet a foreigner. After the fun, she asked if she could have some of the pics for herself, so she sat down on the lappy and uploaded some of the tame ones to her FB. 2 hours time on the nose as I walked her to the jeep, p1000 made her even happier."Can I come next time your here? Also I have best friend she like to do." Viva la cebuana!

I took a nice long nap and headed over to Juliana's about 1'30am. It wasn't long that some broad with muliple face peircings was talking to my while rubbing her half exposed titties into me. She was a bit chunky and looked like she had been around the block a few times so I politely walked off.

I targeted a table of four, but hesitated too long and they got up and left. Walked around the club and ended up in front of the dance floor. A gal waves, and I think,"she must be waving at someone behind me.". So I just smile. Well, she smiles and before I know it two stunners that had been dancing together come off the dance floor to talk to me. One treats me like an old lost friend, mentions a bar I sometimes frequent, but I wasn't sure if we really knew each other or she had mistaken me for someone else. I know I had never bfined her because I would have remembered the large tatoo on her back shoulder. The two stunners introduce be to a very busty, but chunky third gal. Before long they suggest going to Pump. I really didn't want to, but why let three attractive women walk away.

I'm usually not superstitious but my own experience is that bad luck or experiences come in threes and then you get a respite. #1 As we are getting into the taxi I feel a tug at my pocket and find some street kid digging for gold. He get's nothing, but I am highly irritated as you can imagine. I calm down and we arrive at Pump. The outdoor area is full of people. As I approach the door, a big guy, shaved head taps me on the shoulder and says with a European accent, 'You're disgusting". When I ask him what he is talking about he says,"you know". Duh, I don't know. Never saw the guy in my life. Another case of mistaken identity. C'mon, bald middle aged westerners are very common, even in Cebu.

Pump is packed and the gal / guy ration is in my favor 70/30. I buy a round and one of the gals gives me a big hug. SHe is really hot, but unfortunately smokes. But, before I finish half a beer the gals want to go back to Juliana's, where the ration is opposite. Well, they have their priorities and I have mind. I said I would stay, but went to the toilet. #3 When I came out of the toilet the gals had disappeared. Not even a good bye. Bad luck have exhausted itself. One gal left a full glass of gin and tonic. I drank it.

Funny moment. Watching people dance while texting. This just strikes me as ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as dancing and smoking. One Korean guy dropped his phone off the dance floor (it's about a meter high) and then couldn't find it. Eventually I look down and there it is below my feet. He was polite and thankful when I pointed it out to him.

Anyway, find a girl, dance with her, take her outside to talk. She is from Davao and has been in Cebu for a week.

Pump is emptying out, the sky is starting to lighten up and guess who shows up. Two of the gals who ditched me earlier. They come and tell me that their friend had trouble at Juliana's so they came back. I try to be polite, but they quickly pick up on the fact that I wanted nothing further to do with them. They leave. My new friend and I go back to my room, hit the breakfast buffet at 6:30 and then go to my room. I get what I want, but she is so emotionally empty that I'm not bothered much when she leaves about 11am. I put 650 in her bag, also had given her a 100 peso load card earlier. She seems happy. She never once texted me despite the fact I had given her the load. X

X man welcome back to Cebu.

Had a walk round the IT park early yesterday evening, this place is like a city within a city now and has grown considerably over the last one or two years. Still lots of investment going on in the shape of building works, the place will be enormous by the time it is completed, with a huge residential community in addition to the workforce. I used it as a pleasant way to walk to the Country Mall, it provides a short cut route and it is the only place in Cebu City where you can walk round in comfort (apart from the Malls) without having to negotiate open sewers, pot holes, lamp posts in the middle of the paths, electrical and telephone cables waiting to garrote you or shop awnings ready to scalp you. The footways are all clear and even and the landsaping has provided lots of greenery and shrubbery making it an oasis in the center of Cebu City. There are lots of places to eat here and some good independent eateries as well as the big well known chains.

Arrived at the Country Mall and got a few numbers from girls walking around the Mall. I would rate the chances of striking lucky here with regular girls, much higher than places like Ayalla, simply because foreigners do not use the place as much as Ayalla or SM and I was getting loads of interest and smiles. The University of Cebu is directly across the road, and the front of the University is directly opposite the walkway that leads into the Mall, providing a fertile hunting ground for hard up students if that is your thing. I had gone there to see if I could find an old gf that worked in the cell phone shop a few doors down from 'Drifters' (a bit of a sleazy but friendly ex pats bar) situated on the ground floor of the mall at the front. I had picked her up in January after seeing her take a break outside the front of the shop whilst I was having a beer sat outside the bar. I was saddened to find it had closed down with no sign of the girl anywhere and I consoled myself with a cold beer outside Drifters.

I arranged for Emily one of my DIA contacts to come back yesterday evening, I posted about her a week or two ago. A very fresh faced cute 18 year old very dark skinned Filipina who has shared her favours with at least one other ISG member (Girlfinder) the same week as she met me. She travelled from Pardoe and did not arrive till nearly 10pm but I was able to take her back to my room at the Waterfront this time rather than a short time hotel. I was also getting repeated text messages from a girl I had met in the Country Mall earlier and whom I had to put off until the following day telling her that I was busy with my foreigner friend now.

Within 10 minutes of entering the room, I was entering Emily. We had started kissing the moment we got in the room and Emily has the most roving pointed tongue you can imagine. For someone of her age she is clearly an experienced kisser and she smelt good, obviously having showered before coming to meet me, which I like.

We spent around 20 minutes fucking on the bed, starting off in the missionary position and then me fucking her from behind but with her lying flat on the bed as I did so and then in the spoons position before I errupted. Emily seemed disappointed that I had come, she was clearly not finished so I suggested going out for dinner and returning later to continue and she agreed. Popped over to the IT Park grabbed a quick meal and within the hour we were making our way back to the Waterfront. Once back in the room we quickly got down to business again, Emily was already wet from a new round of French kissing and it wasn't long before I was pounding her again. Emily has lovely breasts and they are an unusual shape for a filipina, quite rounded and ample and I spent ages licking and sucking her nipples which are tiny.

I lifted her legs up in the air and pushed them back towards her chest and entered her from this position. Now Emily said something to me that quite surprised me, she said " I like to get hurt when having sex it turns me on" Well personally speaking I am not into any form of pain during sex and neither do I like inflicting it either as I find it a complete turn off. However in order that her point was not completely overlooked, I pushed her legs further back exposing her ass and pussy even more and pounded for all my life was worth, as aggressively as I could. I managed to push a thumb inside her ass at the same time and Emily started groaning with pleasure and rocking her body in unison with mine. I was pounding at such a vigorous rate that I felt like I was running a marathon and after what seemed like ages to me I pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her. Emily asked me had I come again and when she found out I had not, she was up off the bed in an instant and grabbed my cock as she mounted me, shoving it eagerly inside her. She rode me athletically for about another ten minutes, every so often pausing to ask had I come yet? I told her it was unlikely that I would come again that night, but that we could pick up again in the morning.

Emily rolled off, I went to sleep whilst she lay in bed watching TV until about 1. 30am. She woke me up at 6am playing with my cock and trying to get me hard again and although she succeeded, I brushed her hand away several times telling her I was too tired. I took her down for breakfast at the Waterfront, she seemed very impressed with the spread and then we got back to the room at about 10am. Now Emily did not seem in any hurry to leave and although she is nice company I was not in the mood to have her under my feet all day. I am sure she would have been happy to spend the whole day with me, so I gave her a 1000 peso note and told her I was meeting another foreigner friend soon and that I had to get ready. Emily is certainly one of my successful DIA contacts on this trip and overall a nice girl.