Kubu packed like sardines
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I was at kubu bar yesterday with some abu dhabi friends. I went there after almost 2 month or so. I felt that the quality has really gone down. They starts with 2000 but nobdody was ready to end up less than 1400 before 11:00 ( talking about CIS) Any body had any experience?[/QUOTE]
I had been to Kubu last weekend, probably would not visit again shortly. The place was horribly packed at 11.00 & no way you can go in. I somehow tried to sqeeze in through the alley but there was not a square inch to stand on the otherside (who says there is a recession?). Did not try to go to the bartender area as I won't have been comfortable with the drink in that situation. The music was too blaring to talk (earlier it used to be soft).
I had seen a CIS (blond, very small & short) who was picked up by my friend last month for AED 600 LT from Imperial. She asked for 1500 LT & would not go for less than 1200 LT. It clear that the same staff you get here at double the price. I left immediately & swore not to return for a long time. Weekend is also a bad time to monger, pricewise.
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Irony...is the one word I can describe my two years of MIA. I last played in Dubai 2 years ago and the IRONY is that prior to these two years I used to frequent Dubai as a visitor purely for my getaway party trips. Anywhere from 3-6 nights, I used to splurge in a gem every night picked up from my favorite place Cyclone and then Broadway and 2008 was when I discovered Rockafellas. Always contemplated moving to Dubai and play around as a regular rather than go through those weeks of planning a trip. Hell I once even flew in for a total of 22 hours (between landing and taking off) for only playing, 3 years ago and this was not a layover trip or anything. I had stayed at my favorite in those days (Broadway) and had enjoyed 4 ultra gorgeous and hot women within these 22 hours.
So where does the irony come in...well I am now a resident of Dubai for quite some time and can you imagine haven’t played or visited a pick up bar for the past two years, at least in Dubai!!! Well until two weeks ago that is and this is why I have returned to the forum to post my latest adventure or should I say misadventure.
Why the dry years in Dubai...well all I can say is circumstances...another story for another day but absolutely nothing to do with impotency or anything like that so you better not let your mind wander off in that direction! I did a few outings in Thailand, Malaysia and back home, some were brilliant and some were so so. Well anyways so you see everything was functioning normally in these two years in terms of body parts.
Well to be honest I do have a few friends who are really into the high end Mujra scene and I graced some exclusive mujras on a couple of weekends, but I am not really a dancing girl guy (of course if it is in my bedroom, that’s perfectly acceptable ☺). I have seen some very very hot women at these mujras though and after 3 hours of watching them shake their body in every possible manner, one does let his horny goggles take over and you bloody want to sleep with most of them. But honestly, spending double the money as that of any other girl picked from bar doesn’t make sense to me, especially after she is dead tired from dancing a couple of hours.
There is this one oriental girl who is also into performing at these mujras at a local Dubai hotel (but does non bar shows only), man she is hot and if I had the money in my pocket that night, I would have given anything to take her. I am not a really major oriental girl fan but she was the one girl who fit the description of my ideal oriental. She looked Thai to me, could have been philipino as well. 5’9” easily, hourglass figure, incredible tits, flat stomach, a face and smile to die for and best of all a tanned complexion.
Ok enough rambling about the past, let’s talk about my sort of return to the hobby in Dubai. Now was totally blind with respect to the latest scene, as I cannot access the ISG from Dubai. Yeah Yeah I know the proxy by pass thingy and I am a whiz with my computer but unfortunately, when it comes to network issues and stuff like this I am a complete idiot. This is also one of the reasons why I haven’t been able to set up a chill pill session with any other ISG member to date. Aimmara...my man if you are reading this, sorry could never get in touch with you again, couldn’t access ISG and had forgotten the password of the email I gave you. I am currently out of the country for a week and thus penning this.
Oops there I go again, rambling about other stuff...okay okay I hope I haven’t lost you guys by now...here we go.
Fed up of not playing in the city I love, two weeks ago on a nice hot weekday I decided to go out and check out one pub at least and check the quality that the market is offering currently. Now if I remembered correctly, there were three places that I knew had daytime workers. One was Broadway (been there and done that), TGIT in Astoria (stay far far away from Bur and very rarely go there since I wasn’t playing, so had no clue as to the exact location of Astoria in the Golden Triangle. Could have searched on the net, but then the third location I knew as I had seen it from the outside earlier so didn’t really bother looking up Astoria) and third and my destination for the day was Jockeys.
Got this urge at around 3:00 pm, got dressed and reached there with the plan of having a late lunch there at around 4:15 pm. Hmmmm, what’s this, I was expecting to see WGs walking in and out of the hotel, I was expecting to see a little activity outside the hotel, WGs walking in or walking out with customers, but nothing...no one, not even the doorman...had to open that door myself...jeez what is this world coming to. Inside...okay where is Jockeys? Took my eyes a couple of seconds to adjust and yes there was jockeys right on my right...right.
What the....the door won’t budge, push doesn’t work, maybe pull will...nopes no luck, what the hell, if I can’t open this door, how can they expect those poor delicate WGs to open this door. Ahh maybe the door is a qualifier; only heavy muscled WGs can enter. Damn should have taken Astoria’s address. When I was contemplating giving the door a big push with my shoulder, an Indian man came running down to me shouting, “we are closed, we are closed”. What! Jockeys has shut down? No no we just close from 4 pm to 6 pm. Oh ok...damn I said and walked out. Okay what to do now, and hour and a half to go, should I go back or should I stick around for 6. I wasn’t going to pick up anyway. Now the problem is that bringing a girl back home is a no no...unless I want to be castrated by my wife (no she won’t divorce me, she’ll just take me to the vet and have me fixed). I do not ever want to take a risk of going to a WGs place or even hitting a massage parlor...In-call is okay for Thailand and Malaysia but Dubai, I prefer to think with my real head and not the little one down below.
Well I was hungry, decided to hop over to Burjuman to have lunch and then decide is it worth the wait to simply check out WGs. Well apparently it was as come 6 o clock, I was there. But being fashionably late of couse....I entered at precisely 6:07 pm...
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Okay nice small place, sort a cozy, no music, sports going on different plasma screens, not bad, well lit not bad, I will be able to see their faces and hear them...good...but...the only bad part was that there was no WG there...only 6 other men. Well it’s just opened, so what the heck, I need to get the value out of my 40 AED, which I spent to get in. I went and sat at the tip of the U bang opposite the main door.
Hey what’s this there is a PRC wg here sitting right next to the main door. Hmmm so so, cute face but seemed to have a pretty out of shape body. Well I ordered my drink and man there were these two African waitresses and they were hot and I do mean fiery hot. Why is it that in places like these the girls you really really like are the ones, who cannot be pulled? Wow I spent the next half an hour quietly observing both those Africans, and yes they were pretty awesome and tasty looking.
Spent around two hours in Jockeys, it eventually started filling up after 7, overall there were more than a dozen PRCs...3 of them were doable, infact one was a definite GEM...tall, great assets, carried herself very well beautiful face, if I was pulling that day and was in the mood for PRC, I would have definitely pulled her.
Two very nice CIS, one was baby faced, very cute and very ‘bling bling’ dressed, accompanied by an equally cute totally flat stomach and A cup sized (but very fit) CIS but who by the looks you could tell has started to age. Men had gone to over a dozen by now, and I could feel that most of them were regulars. The two CIS were instantly lapped up by crowd as soon as they had walked in, most of the guys seemed to know them, as they went from corner to corner chatting up in what seemed to me ex clients.
Two more CIS had walked in and boy were they a sore for Sightful eyes...why oh why didn’t I turn blind before they walked in. One must be at least 50...okay okay calm down doc, must be a ‘boss’, and the other looked as if she had just walked out of a dry cleaner’s outlet, as she looked like she was pressed/ironed all over. Fat, ugly and it was like someone had stretched every possible flab from her body and face and had neatly tucked it in her clothes somewhere and maybe a clothespin somewhere inside was holding it all very tightly.
Surprisingly, a lot of older men, were all over this plastic looking thing. Funny thing was, I left at 8 pm, and despite, a lot of marketing efforts by the Chinese, socializing by the CIS, no girl got pulled by anyone there...nopes not even the pretty CIS couple. Yes one girl did leave with someone and can you believe it was the same Plastic lady...maybe she left with the drycleaner...go figure.
By eight, my eyes were stinging like crazy because of all the cigarette smoke, so I decided to call it a day. Happy to have seen that yes, if you stick around, you do find GEMs (I have at least 3 on my list from Jockeys) and that the sport is still there to play when I need to.
The next day, had a friend over from back home, along with another local friend, we decided to go dubbing, went to a German pub in Marriott in Deira, Now this was a very well hidden pub deep inside Marriott, I was surprised to see WGs in here as well. Very few ( 2 CIS and one African) but there nonetheless. Thanks to an old tip from this forum, the Straw trick always helps in identify the pros with the non pros. The two CIS were old hags, but the African was one sexy babe. Wow, but she was already having a nice time with someone else and then eventually left with him as well. Well after getting nicely drunk, my friends got into the temptation and we decided to hit a few pick up joints.
Well on our friend’s insistence we first went to Kubu. I had visited Kubu once before back in 08 and had found it to be too small and over priced. No surprise, it was the same this time around as well. Don’t know about the pricing, but it was again packed, it took us over 15 minutes to make that small round inside where we were fighting just to breathe. But man has this place gone downhill. Average age was had gone from I guess 27-28 to easily 40 plus (now now kubu lovers don’t boo me here but I am saying what I saw), plus I could see a number of Chinese and even Africans (right at the end).
Now I am sure there must have been a few GEMS in there, which I know surely hangout at the beginning of the bar just next to that small room behind the bar but man was that area packed. Didn’t have the courage or the balls to venture there, so we boldly went where no one wants to go....the exit door.
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Now I am sure going with my philosophy of hanging out in a club to eventually find a GEM would have found us some nice stuff in there but that is the problem with Kubu, you really can’t hangout there for long. Even if you somehow manage to get a bar seat, it is a big hassle to circulate. Kubu crowd just freezes in one place. I remember cyclone used to be packed and so is Rockafellas, but at least the crowd used to keep on moving like a well-circulated river. In Kubu it’s like the Dead sea...
Well what the hell, I was getting to check out the bars once again, and I was taking mental notes for my future pulls (now that I want to get back in the game). It was close to 1, so I reckoned we had time for one more bar, I suggested Premiere (have never been there), but the response was almost the same that I’ve concluded from the forum...over priced and attitude sucks. I was then about to suggest Rockafellas but at the last minute decided to opt for Rattlesnake, as I had never seen the place. Since I could tell that by this time my friends were in no condition to pick up a girl (and incase we did, also had to arrange the place), I thought better to treat this as a scouting trip.
So off to Rattlesnake, I actually liked to place, at least from the outside, inside, again I found it to be small. The band & the floor took up majority of the space. Quite a few WGs but I could see that at 1:30 am, it was not as full as it should have been. Mix of PRC, CIS and African, I guess Rattlesnake does offer something for everyone. Although I did not see any GEMS during the 30 minutes we were there but here I am sure, if one comes at the right time and sticks around, GEMS can really be found.
A couple of worth exploring options were there, but since it was decided that we are not going to pick up (my friends were not so gung ho after seeing the quality of the girls), I decided not to waste any girl’s time by trying to chat her up. I even checked out the famous upstairs area that piper used to mention in his posts two years ago, but it was empty, just some pool tables and few guys playing pool.
The positive thing I saw in Rattlesnake was the fact that they have this really nice area where you can sit outside and talk to the possible pull. The downside I saw was again, lack of crowd circulation. The band was totally occupying almost every square inch of the place leaving little room for people to move around. I am sure there would have been some really nice ladies in there, but the crowd was again frozen and packed in front of the band, so really didn’t attempt to get to the other side. The girls we did see most of them were over the hill in terms of age...Sat outside for sometime and then headed for home.
I didn’t call the night a total waste, was never intending to pull, just had this brief hour in the middle where we thought about the possibility of pulling but then the guys decided not to due to the quality...and Thank God I didn’t see a ‘my kind of a GEM’ otherwise I would have regretted not pulling...it wasn’t about me that night anyways, if they weren’t pulling, I was not going to. But nevertheless, I got to scout two bars, one of them which I had not been to before. So the night was not wasted.
Skipped Thursday night, spent the weekend as a good boy again but come Friday afternoon and lil Johnny took over. Oh well...here goes, enough is enough, I am going for it. Packed my over nighter, (The family had already flown home for short holidays but sadly had left the maid behind) hopped over to Ramada (my favorite) at 9:30 pm, checked in, shopped in Spinneys for ‘right kind of’ supplies and by ten thirty I was on my favorite night spot ‘The cockafellas’ ooops I meant the ‘Rockafellas’.
75 Aed to get in...not bad, the same admission fee I remembered from 08. Ahh the feeling of climbing up those stairs, the anticipation, the crisp cool air, that beautiful door which has tons of beauties behind it...what the?????
A handful of guys and one, two, three women...ONLY!!! and the women were like the sisters of the plastic woman at Jockeys...Damn noooooooo, this can’t be happening. Okay okay calm down, calm down, it’s only 10:30. But I remember from 08, at 10:30 you still had quite a few girls in here and more GEMS than STEMS (Stems are those, who belong in the dirt...well I am quality racist :D).
Well alteast I got a bar stool empty, so I got my drink and parked my self neatly in one of the stools next to the main door.
Out of nowhere, well actually from that spiral stairs corner, this really slim athletic CIS appeared, wearing all white (white shirt, with white slacks), man she was actually nice...nice face, nice slender body, nicely dressed but had an air about her...and that was exactly it...she was just nice with a lot of air. Didn’t quite strum the string of my heart (my heart had taken a nose dive between my legs :D). Playing after soooooo long in Dubai and that too for one night only...I wanted to the girl to be perfect. Nopes didn’t want an A-cup girl (how my mind will contradict this later on...read on).
In the next 15 minutes or so a couple of beauties walked in from the land of Alice in wonder land and believe none of them were Alices if you know what I mean. Man what is happening to Dubai!!! And then this little doll of a girl walked in, man she had a face...and what a body...must not be more than 5’2” but man was she good...I fell for her immediately. Should I talk to her or not...well not even 11 yet...I had put my pull out time marked at midnight for a couple of reasons;
a. Since I wasn’t able to check in with the forum, I wasn’t too sure of the Ramada status. At midnight I knew the shift changes and there are lesser people/managers making the round, so I wanted to walk in at a time when there are lesser people around.
b. The later you pull a girl, the lesser chances are for her to convert a long timer into a short timer... I wanted my morning fuck.
c. I always want to scan and list down a few favorites in order of preference before I begin my pursuit....happened to me once in York, where I instantly picked up a girl and as I was walking out, I saw the most prettiest girl ever walking in...spoiled my whole night.
But boy was it a mistake...for the record, I do not stand by that philosophy anymore. Well to cut it short (only the point and nothing else, mind you), despite immense temptation, I did not approach that cutey. But jotted her down on my list when I begin the operation.
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So after making my round of observing this beauty from 360 degree angles, I sat down back on my trusted stool, and soon enough this another very gorgeous looking woman walked in and kept her purse right next to me. Raven-haired, had a face to die for with nice tits. She was accompanied by another not so great but definitely doable friend. Ignoring me, she put her hand in her long sleeve t-shirt and started adjusting something in her bra and then I noticed...man they were stuffed...and not even properly, I could now make out the odd shapes inside her bra. A closer look revealed the lady had (even with make shift stuffing’s inside) B+ cup (imagine what they would be without the stuffing), had a paunch and quite large love handles tucked inside the jeans. But I must say a very incredible ass...worthy of making a bootifull African turn shy. And then she started dancing...and boy could she move her ass. Okay, with that face, that ass and those moves, I don’t give a flying hoot about the stuffed bra...and on my list she went. And then she opened her mouth...
Holy maholy...she was speaking Urdu...both those chicks were Pakistanis...and from their accent I knew they were from central Pakistan...Damn...off the list they went. A couple of reasons why they went off...
- The diet of these central Pakistani girls...unless very particular about their hygiene gives out this incredibly unbearable stink from their pussies and butt holes. A good hygienic woman (and mostly the educated and non pros/semi pros) provide some of the best lays ever...but you don’t know this till you get down and dirty with them...so it is a risk...especially if you love DATY and doggie. I do so; it was a major negative for me.
- Knowing the Paki body very well, I knew instantly what will be behind that stuffing inside the bra...small, droppy and saggy tits, which are more like little pieces of meat hanging from a clothesline and make those flappy sounds when you bounce them...actually they don’t bounce at all...they don’t even go thud...they just go ‘flap’...
- A very hit and a miss with a Paki wg...90% chances that she will turn out to be a dead fish in the bed. The non-professional Pakis mind you are incredibly hot and amazing in bed...because they do it when THEY want it and boy do they want it, when they want it...but I guess true for almost every nationality.
Her friend, who apparently had better tits then her, was quite okay too but had these jetting out teeth and when she spoke she had the most irritating nasal voice ever. Well overall, the attitude of the Paki girl seemed hot, she had at least some assets, as I said earlier, the ass and face were incredible. If it would have been a repeat or regular night, I would have taken a risk...smells could have been washed out with hard work...actually wouldn’t mind that...I like that washing part...with a nice hot bubble bath... but tonight I wanted to have things perfect, so passed on.
A few more worth mentioning beauties walked in...a tall absolutely in shape woman, since I was so closely monitoring the Paki, I couldn’t see her face. As I was getting off that stool to go check her out, another gorgeous blonde walked by me wearing a black skirt and fish net stockings and instantly a whole night of fetish fantasies flashed in front of me....so as if she was the pied piper and I was the rat...I started walking behind her towards that spiral staircase side (the tall shapely woman had gone to the bigger bar on the opposite side)...she then joined the white clothed athletic girl...she turned around and got a glimpse of her face...nice but then again....no strumming...oh ok...nevertheless...she had those nice perky firm tits (no bra)...put her low down on my list.
Went back to the bigger bar, saw the tall woman....wow face actually resembled Angelina Jolie (now I am mad about her)...fuck man...she is too good...but unfortunately instead of the tiger in me rising up and going for the kill...the chicken instead rose up...fuck where did my guts go...did I bring them with me...check pants...balls still there...why the fuck are they not supporting me...after all I am supporting them with that nice new set of boxers I inaugurated just for tonight...
Okay okay Doc what is going on...you are a senior player, you’ve played a lot in Dubai before, hell you’ve played all over the world...get your rhythm back....man. Was it because I had lost hunting confidence in these past two years or was it because I was literally handed down girls in Thailand, Malaysia and back home in a platter. And then the justification popped up in my mind that I just merely want to check out more girls...and with this insightful thought I observed that my Angelina look alike was a little old...must definitely be in her 30s...and hmmm her tits were coming out quite a lot but her chest bone was protruding too, maybe the tits are not so big after all...maybe there are those meat flaps...
You know I hate this about me...I screw up everything...and on quite a few occasions I have missed out on great looking girls because of this picky attitude of mine and my desire to first see the entire line up before making my final selection.
So I moved on...a few more very large busted and young girls walked in most of them damn good looking but typical CIS faces...so I just put them down on my list...then Fatima walked in...I seriously believe Fatima is one of the most prettiest girl I have seen Regal. She has a beautiful body, beautiful tits (man there were nice and round and very big), lovely ass (I could snooze in it the whole night), the best face I have ever seen (she is a CIS but is a mix of CIS and Indian) and equally beautiful hands and feet (I have a kink for pretty delicate feet). Well she is so beautiful that I had taken her for long time on one of my 08 trips (the first time I visited regal) despite knowing that any kind of BJ was not on the menu (no cbj and no bbj) and I love bbj...infact wouldn’t touch a girl who doesn’t give one. So you can imagine how high this woman rated in my books if I pulled her.
It was a mistake...despite the most gorgeous body I have seen, she didn’t let me do much foreplay, no BJ (but I knew that) she wanted to do everything with lights off (even the TV)(am I that ugly?), made me wear two condoms, fucked like a dead fish and wouldn’t shower with me. On top of that had this most annoying ring tone which kept ringing the whole night. Couldn’t even sleep and then wanted to leave at 4 am in the morning (2 hours after we had came in) because of usual friend in trouble excuse.
At least she was considerate enough to let me shag her the second time before she left...Without adequate foreplay, DFK, BBJ...I am quite a pain on a girl...so I give her some points for playing the patient dead fish as I instantly put the condoms (emphasize is on comdomS) and took her for a very long time...but overall bad experience. (BTW I think I did submit my report on her)
Two years later and she hasn’t changed a bit in looks...tempted, tempted...maybe that actually happened on a bad night of hers...maybe she gives BBJ now...should I talk to her...well no I want this to be a perfect night and I have quite a few girls on my list by this time...so Passed.
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on one of my rounds, i had seen some chinese looking women, sitting in one booth in one corner, didn’t pay attention as i wasn’t in the mood for oriental. well later after i passed fatima, those ladies got up...and i saw a very indianish looking prc/philippino, tall dressed in a flowery skirt, get up and walk from that corner...wow just the face i was looking for...great physique, tits looked natural and at least c cup....eeeehaw! i am going for her.
she had headed towards the dj area, so that’s where i made a beeline for. luckily the little table next to the dj was empty, i parked myself on it. she was on the table right next to me sitting with another oriental looking girl with long blonde hair and a guy. hmmm, she actually was a hottie, great face check and confirm, great hair....a little full body (at least what i could make out underneath that free flowing midi skirt), not bad...i like it, and tits...lot of flesh...on closer look they did felt a little supported by the bra...sagging alarm rang...quickly turned off...there are some woman, which actually look even better with big but slightly droopy tits...so i had found the perfect little gem...hmmm close to 12...well just wait a few more minutes and move in....
and then she walked in....another young oriental looking girl (whose blonde boycut hair i had spotted earlier in that booth but had passed her for
a. being oriental looking and
b. she in a glance looked like really really old (but boy was i wrong).
she must be at least 5’9” or 10 , thin with curves in only the right places...a crotch in which you could place three fingers in the gap even with her legs tightly closed, a beautiful oriental face with a smile that could light up even the darkest or rooms on a night with a long lunar eclipse. a cup sized tits but you could tell that even michael angelo could not draw a better and a more perfect round (or was it leonardo)...she actually looked like a jap.
i felt my knees shake...what skin, what hands and feet, and that arc leading from her neck...going all the way down to the tip of her ass...her butt cheeks forming those perfect wide cups....man unbelievable.
i sat there, quietly, my chicken moment arrived again. i wanted to speak but my voice decided to go on an unannounced vacation at that very moment...she sat down on my table but facing the other way towards her friends. i froze, couldn’t even move my hands to feel whether my balls were there or not. and then i found the courage...but only to light my cigarette. i did the only thing i could do....started staring at her shamelessly, without moving my eyes even for a second.
now imagine this...she is sitting by my side hardly two feet away and i am turned completely towards her and staring. after i guess several minutes, i saw from the corner of my eye that her already present friend (with the guy) noticed this. she smiled and started dancing and while dancing pointed my dream girl to look towards me...okay so now she knows. i could tell that she has that faint ‘knowing’ smile, delicately waiting for me to make my move. with my heart now moved from between my legs and into my throat....have i penned this right...but just to clarify the last statement does not refer to anything which sounds like that i was giving myself a bj.
to gather my thoughts and my confidence, i started focusing on the band which was now literally [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord125][CodeWord125][/url] evanescence’s “wake me up”. still tried to enjoy it and in the midst of all this, i noticed that seemingly booked dancing friend of theirs...man she could move, she noticed me looking at her, eyes met, she smiled, i smiled back she then turned around and started shaking her booty as if she was giving me a virtual lap dance...wow i never noticed before how hot she actually was (actually i thought since she was already sitting with someone, that she was taken)...wow not bad, infact quite hot (see how the attitude grows on the face...plus one for my hanging out longer in a pub and observing girls instead of a quick pull).
i liked her....again we flirted with the eyes followed with more sensual dancing...wow man good body this woman is actually great and no negative point...and on top of that the guy she was with leaves...
so now i am completely confused....three gorgeous looking girls...i wanted all of them...who to talk to...the initial flower skirt, the tall boycut blonde or the "dancing into my heart one”....hmmm wasted more crucial minutes...now we are half past midnight, half an hour over my deadline....damn damn...well since now that the group knows who i like (thanks to the dancing into my heart girl), i should be an honorable man and focus on the tall blonde. well just then, she got a call and picked her purse and left. what!!! it all happened so fast...i just couldn’t figure for a minute or two what happened. well after i awakened to the whole situation, i decided to shift my focus on the remaining two ladies...
hmmm now even more confused and cursing myself for the loss of that blonde...which of the two should i go for...one has a brilliant attitude and a physique to match and she knows how to move that body of hers...i could see flashes of her riding me in reverse cowgirl grinding that ass over me...whereas the other had a beautiful face and seemed like a brilliant package...flashes of me dfking that face as slowly i make love to her in missionary with those beautiful long legs wrapped around me....
and then someone puts the ‘stupid’ cap on me...i suddenly want the woman, who has left...i want the one who i can’t have anymore...so without thinking i get up and move to search for my beloved, hoping that she has just gone to the loo or to help a colleague...
now by this time i have realized that all three of them are most probably kazakhs or from kyrgyzstan...i have had an oriental looking kyrgyzstani before in 08 from here named botha and boy was she good and so much fun. she had given the best bbj i had ever received in life...thinking about it still gives me the shivers...imagine a blowjob lasting what seemed a lifetime...imagine a blowjob where she constantly had my johnny in her mouth for 15 minutes at a time, imagine a blowjob while she gives this incredible massage to your legs at the same time, while constantly communicating with her eyes to you. eyes don’t lie and boy you could tell that she was enjoying every minute of it...so with memories of botha, i was fully convinced that i have to get one of these ‘sisters’ of hers.
made a round, couldn’t find her, so i sadly made my trip back to my table...well choose from one of the two...now you can see how fucked up i was at that point in time, i had two perfect ladies to approach and i was repenting on the one that went off. by the time i had reached the table, the one who danced in my heart was mia...oh well fate definitely made up my choice for me...or had it?
just when i was going to lean over and talk to the flowery skirt...the tall blonde walks back...hallelujah...christmas is in early. she sat down again next to me...and my heart again went into my throat (sickening isn’t it...feel like beating me yet? well join the cue...i feel like beating myself black and blue so i don’t blame you)...i got all coward and tried to make eye contact with her...now that is very difficult with a person who sitting side by side with you...i knew she was conscious that i was staring at her. suddenly, the dancing into my heart girl popped up, looked at me staring at the blonde, smiled and whispered something in the blonde's ear and walked away again losing her self in the ever growing sea of people.
the tall blonde got up, started dancing in front me, with her back towards me...man i was overjoyed...so most probably that girl had given her the tip to dance for me, market herself to me...wow that tall body, that lovely ass...when it moved...it was sheer poetry in motion and then she slowly started lifting her shirt above her waistline...it was soooo sexy...she tightened it just around her belly button, so now her absolutely flat waistline was in my full view...i am telling you guys this woman was purrrrfect.
she picked up a cigarette and i out of nowhere got the courage to instantly poke my lit lighter in front of her...she smiled and lit her cigarette...yes this is the time to talk to her...but alas...another indian/paki/arab looking guy came and sat down in the booth next to us and she took her purse and with a smile went and sat down with him. most probably it was a regular client of hers.
bang bang bang...and i am on the floor...did anyone take the number of the truck...oh yeah...it was d...o...c...t...o...p...u...s...s...i had as usual once again ran over myself.
damn, i was pissed of on myself...and now i only wanted that particular woman, i ignored the flower skirt and decided to take another round as rkf was full by now and there were plenty of fish...
i could see these really busty, horny looking cis ahead...so with a vengeance i got up...finally the tiger was back and i headed on...scanned and brought more girls on my list (a list which was totally useless)...two short but very busty glam dolls, a very tall very very busty slightly older girl...red dress, shoulder length hair and a very nice, next door girl type face...(i have that kink for that innocent looking next door girl). passed fatima again...hmmm tempted but no no...saw the angelina lookalike leaving with someone...damn she looked good....too bad...saw the two busty girls in white t-shirts... dancing like crazy...i like that...okay on my list...but which one should i approach first...
and then right opposite the main door i see the girl who danced into my heart...i grabbed her (major contrast from my earlier behavior)...she smiled and looked into my eyes and put her arms around my neck...after a brief introduction, and rate (1000 aed all night...reasonable within my budget and i was right she was from kazakhistan), it turned that she doesn’t do bbj....had to let her go with a very heavy heart...but now that i think of it...with her i’ll take a cbj as well...so she is still on my list for future pulls....i love her attitude.
okay the first approach is done and over with...and do you know in the next 5 minutes i made 5 plus more approaches...bang bang bang....the white t-shirts couldn’t go beyond rates....the first one (she was young and new)...first said 100 for short time and one thousand (s pronounced like an s and not a z) for night...i looked at her from top to bottom....hmmm excellent hooters, perfect physique and very nice cis face...lovely to make love to then why the hell is she asking for 100 for short time (actually it was fuck once)...i asked her “what???” and she said sorry it is 1000 for fuck once, 2000 thousand for short time and 3000 for full night....fuck me....i moved on...
the other white t-shirt was 2500 now that's another way to say...go to hell i dont want your shaft up mine...moving on i approached the two glam dolls, one wouldn’t even answer her name and turned her head away...talk about attitude...hmmm am i that repulsive???? well i have gained 25 lbs or so since my last encounter in dubai. the second glam doll asked for 1500...hmmm not in the mood to negotiate plus she didn't look all that interested...
nearing 2 am, i am now panicking....shit, shit, shit....when i suddenly i see my first cutey (the short height girl) walk in the door again (she had left apparently with an arab youth around 11ish), i just caught her hand, stopped her in her tracks and asked the rate...1000...okay good, i inquired about the services, to which she said something like “you are crazy” and walked away...damn shit...what to do...saw the pink dress thinnest legs girl (forgot to mention her earlier - decent looking and extremely shapely thin legs...face was nice but too plain and blonde - i prefer brunettes unless she has something outstanding to offer)...hmm should i go to her...well i love her legs, stats seem nice too but face is not exactly the one that i would want to make love to tonight...hey i should go check out the flower skirt...damn...why am i wasting time.
fought my way towards the dj end again...to find that flower skirt was also on the same table with blonde and her man and there was another guy who had joined them....curses....shit.
blonde suddenly got up from the table and walked towards the dj end...what’s this is she not taken?...in my desperation i tried communicating with her through sign language ( you...me...go) to which she replied with her best “sorry mate, you’re outta luck” smile and gestured that she is taken tonight.
while i was standing there...all screwed up i noticed this red dressed definitely older woman but very beautiful woman staring at me with a smile...i looked back...checked is it me or someone else...nopes it was me...hmmm have to check her out completely...made a very difficult round around her to check her body out...man it was nice...very curvy but a little big bodied girl....and tall...hmmm after flashes of me with that tall blonde thin girl for over an hour...i just wanted someone sleek and oriental. this time the stupid justification that popped into my head was that i honestly thought i would not be able a big bodied woman like her...and trust me she was not fat at all nor was she oversized...she was tall, very busty, had a round ass and was a woman...if you know what i mean.
so i didn’t even approach (oh how i wish i had)...quick decision...i am totally in the mood for the oriental look and feel....an hour to go before 3...i can’t waste my hotel night....so off to york...while there is time...the heaven of prcs...i have to get there...surely with 100s of prcs there, i should get a replica of the ones i missed...so out i went...on my way again saw that early athletic girl in all white (could have asked her but fuck i didn’t), saw the fish net girl...fuck didn’t ask her as well and another cute short girl with a fabulous smile and a very next door girl like face...but no she doesn’t have the defined physique i am looking for...now at this point in time some one should have hit me on my head and told me as to why did i let the defined physiques go in the first place if i was looking for defined physiques...take about being a stupid dumbass.
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