Exile in Dubai (Part One)
this is probably my longest fr yet so i'll have to break it up into bite-sized pieces. enjoy!!
i apologize for the delay in this report. the incidents in this report took place in mid-april and i’ve been so swamped since i got back that i’m just now getting to write this report.
as a way of a brief explanation of the title, i currently work in one of the main garden spots in the world (not iraq, the other one). normally when it comes time to renew the visa, it can be done in-country. well…….for some reason the ministry of foreign affairs would not let me renew my visa in country. i would have to leave the country and get a single-entry visa and then come back and try again. well after negotiating with my company that would allow me to work remotely (i have one of the few jobs in my company that allows me to work remotely) without using any leave, i head off to dubai for what i thought would only be a one week trip. as you’ll see, how wrong i was!!!!
after landing in dubai and checking in at the intercontinental festival city (totally green and a great place to stay with friendly staff) i decide to try out jockey’s for some afternoon delight, after hearing so much about it on the boards. as i walk in at around 1400 i was floored by how crowded it was. the ratio had to clearly be 7:1 f:m. it looked like i walked into an asean summit!! as i manage to find a seat with a decent view of the room, i get roped into a conversation with an old uk expat who was missing the vast majority of his teeth. all the while i’m scanning the room checking out the talent. standing next to him were a couple of cute prcs talking amongst themselves. however the one that really got me going was a cutie across the room with all the curves and meat in all the right places.
moving along, i finally disengage from the brit and one of the prcs next to him come over to talk. she was making all the right moves (rubbing the hand on the back, getting my drinks, etc.) but i was still focused on the cutie across the room. i manage to disengage from the prc to go to the bathroom and upon my return i head straight to the object of my desire. it turns out that she was from malaysia. sadly i didn’t pull the trigger because she was quoting 1k for st and as soon as i said no she dropped it to 600 but by that time the mojo was gone. the other reason was that i got a weird vibe so i went back to the prc. she looked like michelle rodriguez from lost. she told me her name was feng feng. combine that with her attentiveness and we quickly seal the deal for 300 for st. a quick cab ride to her place near the york and we go into the apartment where one of her girlfriends is watching tv.
we get started and so far i would consider it an average experience. she actually seemed a little hesitant. she then asked if i wanted her girlfriend to join in. i’ve done 3-somes before and they can take a lot of work (except for the one that wicked roger arranged for me. i still smile over that one!) anyway, i tell her no and she says that it would only be 100 extra for her friend. given the price, i say sure, okay. her friend comes in and while she’s older and her face reflects it (35+) the body was nice and tight. she worked on the top half and feng feng worked on the bottom. having her friend there really revved her up because feng feng really started getting into it. they switched every now and again for about 15 minutes when feng feng said something to her friend and she got up to leave. when i asked what was going on she told me that she wanted me all to herself and told her friend to leave. i should have been pissed but given how revved up we both were i went along with the program. after several of the usual positions, we both came to a rousing finish and i damn near passed out on her bed. during cuddle time she asks where i’m staying and the she asks me to check out of the hotel and stay with her for the rest of my trip. i take a pass and the cuddling continues. soon the flagpole is ring to attention and she makes sure that i go home with a smile on my face. all in all a good way to arrive in dubai.
back at the hotel, i have made arrangements for a night time visit from an ethiopian that i’ve talked to on and off since i first came to dubai two years ago. she works at one of the stores in the mall. every time i would talk to her she would always mention her husband back in ethiopia so i figured that there was no chance. besides, she was cool people to hang out with anyway. that’s why i was floored when she mentioned that she wanted to come over and “model” for me. i would say her face is about a 6.75 to 7.25 but her body was fantastic. beautiful full breasts and a perfectly shaped ethiopian ass!!!
back to the tale at hand. during the time i arrived at the hotel it was also hosting the gulf film festival, so there were a ton of media people and some pretty hot women walking around the place. i had no idea who was a movie star and who wasn’t, i was just people watching. anyway, as i’m coming back from the mall after dinner i’m followed in the elevator by a very beautiful woman (overall 8.5/10). the way she was dressed told me that she was definitely working. on the ride to my floor she makes her sales pitch. she tells me she’s from lebanon and that everything is on the menu for 2500 lt. after i stop laughing i tell that the best i can do is 1k. she wants to negotiate further but i tell that i have to go. i take her number with the intent on calling her later (sadly i never did and i never saw at the hotel for the rest of my stay). besides, i had other plans for the evening anyway.
my ethiopian friend (i’ll call her ms. s) shows up on time. after some catching up she changes into her lingerie that she’s going to model for and she is smoking. it’s a red one piece with a slit all the way to the hip and she is practically spilling out of her top. she starts to tease me and then when she gets me hot a bothered she puts in a porno dvd and the first scene is a gangbang with squirters. i had no idea that there was freak buried underneath that cool, “i love my husband, i hate guys who are only after sex” exterior. i know that everyone has horror stories, for the most part, about ethiopians. they just lay there, they won’t do this, they won’t do that, etc. none of that applied with ms. s. she was passionate and freaky at the same time. as it relates to her oral skills, i’ll just say she can remind some of the phrase regarding chrome and a trailer hitch . we kept busy with each other all night and well into the morning. she truly got off on doggie style and when hitting it this way, it was like she turned into the mother of all pornstars!!
after parting ways in the morning i had to get to work with report writing and all of that good stuff. (side note: i spent so much time in the business center during my trip that i was on a first name basis with the cute little south african attendant by the time the trip was over.)
as night fell, i didn’t feel like heading out to hunt so i let my fingers do the walking and it came up with my favorite pool shark, lola. when arrives right on time she has a surprise for me. she comes in wearing a smart and classy business suit with a knee high skirt. she snatched the ipod from the desk, dims the lights and pushes me into the chair. after she fiddles around with the ipod she puts on an old slow jam by en vogue and then proceeds to give one of the most sensual strip teases that i’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. as she peels off each layer and while i’m getting more and more aroused by the moment, she reveals the sexiest bra and panty set with matching stockings and garter. it looked like it came from agent provocateur. all i can say is that it took every bit of willpower that i had to not rip her panties off and do it right there but i knew that she had a game plan and i was content to go along with it. she continues with her dance but now she is standing on the bed and removing her remaining pieces like the dance of the seven veils. only when she finally removed the last bit of clothing and lying on the bed did she motion for me to come over and have some fun. and boy did i ever!!! one of the things that i like about lola is that she can change up instantly. one moment, a seductive temptress and the next, an insatiable wildcat. i won’t go into details but i will say that lola is a woman, when she gets going, is never satisfied. she completely wore me out for the whole night and made sure that i used all my senses before she had me crawling to the door in the morning to let her out. pricing was 1k and i always feel i get the better part of that deal.
part two to follow
Exile in Dubai (Part Two)
When we last left off...
After taking a day off off to rest and more importantly to get work done to meet deadlines, it was time to get back in the saddle. Letting my fingers do the walking again I call an all time favorite of mine, my Turkish delight. To be honest if you only limited me to one girl during my whole time in Dubai I would have to go with my Turkish Delight. She is truly a GFE and after the combined triathlon, cage match with Lola that was just what I needed. As always, she didn’t disappoint. She knew just what to do and how to do it for a very long time and knew just what buttons to push. I’ve written about her exploits before so no need to go into detail here, just suffice it to say that it was more of the same and sometimes a little bit extra.
After taking yet another day off to recharge and inquire about the status of my visa I arrive at Wednesday. Still feeling lazy, Ms. S happens to call and wants to model some more lingerie. Who am I to refuse? Though to be honest I was sort of drained from my prior exploits. (That’s what I get for not pacing myself) Long story short, I need to change her name to Lazarus because there was no way I thought that I would be able to fire a bullet and she made sure she got not only one but two before she let herself out and left me totally drained in the bed in the morning. I’ll say it was more of what I described earlier but with greater urgency when she realized she was going to have to work for her bullets.
Thursday night arrives, and after having heard so much about it, I wanted to make sure that I was well rested for the night ahead. To that end I totally crashed at the hotel and made sure I took a vitamin V before I headed out. I decided to head to the York and after getting there at about 2330 the place was packed. After making a few rounds I decided to find a chair and scope out the scene. I see Lola making her way to the pool table getting ready to hustle some poor guy out their hard earned cash. We say hello and she’s on her way. While talking to an Indian gentleman at the bar and admiring a very attractive brunette CIS next to me, who shows up but Feng Feng and she’s looking really good. We chat and I buy her and her roommate, who joined us a drink. The Indian guy is still looking around and admiring Feng Feng but says he’s really looking for a fili spinner. I wish him luck and off he goes. While getting a positive vibe from the CIS next to me, I decide to pull the trigger on Feng Feng for another night. She tries to convince me to take her roommate as well for a 3-some but after the past few days, there was no way that was going to happen. Anyway, we make the deal and we had back to the hotel. When we get to the hotel and shower and get in bed I noticed something about her that I hadn’t noticed before. Her breasts were noticeably lopsided. Maybe that had something to do with her being hesitant when I first met her. She was very passionate from the get go and very playful. Her oral skills were up to par and enjoyed playing bedroom ballet. There is only one reason I would not take her for LT again. She snores. I mean REALLY snores. It was like I was next to a chainsaw. Other than that a very lovely girl. She ended up going back to China a few days later.
Friday night and it’s time to go to Seaview, where I continue to plot and plan to hook up with the bass guitarist from the band. As usual, no such luck. The talent was a little below par and I really wasn’t finding anything to pull my attention. However, the little head was doing the driving this trip and I ended up taking a PRC who was nice enough but kind of thin. We get back to the hotel and despite the fact that she hardly spoke any English; she was pretty cool and very accommodating. Her oral skills were pretty good but when it was time to get to “work” she couldn’t take sword. She truly was in pain every time I tried to slide it home. I could only get it in part way and after all I said that it would be okay if she left and she did, but feeling a little embarrassed. I told there was no reason to be. I guess it was my fault for letting the little head do the thinking any way.
With Saturday night arriving and still not satisfied from the incident at Seaview, another call to my Turkish Delight to sooth what ails me. Once again she comes over and treats me as a long lost lover and makes sure that I’m completely taken care of and spoiled. I really could get used to this. After a wake up, that the flag pole truly appreciated, and Skype call to her folks back home and she leaves with a smile on both our faces.
Fast forward 24 hours for recharge and work (At this point the cute little South African business center attendant and I are getting along great and are on a first name basis. For those keeping stats, she is overall about a 7.5/8.25 and is about 5’2.) And we get to Monday and the visa issue comes to the fore. The way the situation works is that before you can get the visa from the consulate you need to have a reference number which is generated from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the Capitol. Only when you have the number can you then go to the Consulate and then get the visa, which takes all day. That’s why I book my flights 48 hours after I’m supposed to get the visa, to avoid any screw ups. After waiting a week I get an email from the company that they have my number. They give it to me and arrangements are made to head to the Consulate the next day and fly out the day after. Looking for something different, I try to call up another old friend that came via Wicked Roger, the lovely Miss A. I get a hold of her and try to arrange for LT but she insists on ST. Given that I wasn’t in the mood for ST, I call my PRCLi. While waiting I make sure I take my Vitamin V (which was truly a life saver this trip)
Li is one of the first PRCs I was with when I started coming thru Dubai and is almost like an old friend as opposed to a WG. I mentioned earlier how if I was forced to keep one it would my Turkish Delight. Well, PRCLi would be number 2. She loves her “banana” and making sure she gets what she wants. The fact that I get what I want as well is just a side benefit. I’ve described my bedroom ballet with Li in prior reports so no need to go into details. Just to say that she has her own intensity when she likes to play. Not as intense as Lola (I’ve yet to meet anyone who can match HER level of intensity) but very focused on pleasure and what she wants and how much she wants. She can be theatrical when she wants to be but usually she’s straight forward and to the point. After several versions of the horizontal and vertical mambo, we drift off to sleep only to be woken up for some “morning glory” and then she goes on her way. The visa service comes to take me to the consulate and after waiting for several hours, I give them my reference number only to be told that they have no record of it in their system and that the system is down!!!! Damn it!!! I ask when the system should be up and they it will be up by the end of the day but Insha’allah, they MAY have the number tomorrow. So now I have to change my reservations to fly back to work and run around trying to get everything else in order. That takes me to late afternoon, early evening.
Being totally frustrated with the day’s events I call Miss A (who goes by another name now). She’s not interested in LT which is fine with me. Miss A is the FIRST WG I ever saw in Dubai, again, due to the generosity of Wicked Roger, so I had the intel of what it took to get her going. When she arrives I have a bottle of wine ready. After we finish the wine, and 75% of the contents of my mini-bar, it was like flipping a switch and she turned into a complete sexual whirling dervish, just like I remembered from before. Two hours later, I’m completely spent and am knocked out.
The Fianle to Follow
Exile in Dubai (The Finale)
The Conclusion......
Next day, in the afternoon, I get a call from the visa service saying that they situation corrected, meaning I’ll have my visa the next day, which meant that I would leave the day after tomorrow.
Now that I have an end date I know how to prepare. With a limited time left in town I wanted sure things as opposed to going out on the hunt. After a late afternoon shopping trip to get stuff for folks back at work, I figure that a last fling with Ms. S is in order. She comes to the hotel after getting off from work and makes no pretense as to what we both want and get right to it. One thing that I noticed is that in my prior times with Ms. S the one thing she wouldn’t do is DFK. We did kiss but tonsil hockey was not on the menu. She actively resisted whenever I sent out any “probes”. I chalked it up to her wanting to keep something for her husband but she never mentioned it. I made it my mission to get the DFK and break that last barrier. As we really get into the foreplay I work like a mad man on her large well shaped breasts and frigging her pussy driving her crazy. The minute she starts to tense up and get ready to cum, I stop sucking her breasts and move for the kiss and she grabs my head and damn near sucks my entire tongue down her throat. Mission accomplished. After that, we denied each other nothing the rest of the night. Dirty talk, submission, and pretty much everything was on the menu and ordered. So much so that, as we were doggie mode, she promised that next time she’d let me play the “back nine.” As if I needed a reason to come back to Dubai!!
As night turns into day, Ms. S gives me a goodbye romp before she heads to work with a promise that I will call before I leave town. This day is used to pack, get my visa and rest for my last night tomorrow.
Call it a quirk or what have you but I always try to have the last night before I leave with someone who will make sure I “leave it all out on the field” but at the same time not try and kill me with their enthusiasm (Sadly that disqualifies Lola). Only one person fits that bill and to be honest it seems that she has become “Ms. Last Night” because the last several trips thru Dubai she was always my last, and that was PRCLi.
Li comes over at the appointed time wearing a sexy little number with even sexier underwear. As always she never disappoints. Among the many things I like about her is that after so much time together she, like my Turkish Delight and to a certain extent even Lola and a few others I keep in touch with but didn’t see this trip, knows exactly what I like, how I like it and can generally read my situation. Li knew that I was leaving the next day and going to a place where “entertainment” was virtually non-existent. So she makes it her duty to turn me into Maxwell House Coffee (good to the last drop). She refuses to leave until I’ve given her EVERYTHING. Usually this is in the morning and I’m still amazed that I have any energy to get out of bed much less make to my flight. As always she did not disappoint.
As I crawl thru the lobby the next day to check out and catch my flight, I run into the business center attendant I had been flirting with during my entire stay. She hopes I come back soon. I tell her only if I can take her out to dinner. She looks at me and says yes and that she’ll be looking forward to it. That makes two of us. Who knows? Maybe I can scratch another nationality off my list? A text message to Ms. S to say goodbye, some text photos of her in lingerie to keep me smiling and I’m at the airport to fly out. Here ends the story.
Side note: Many folks have asked for contact info of some of my favorites in the past. This trip I made a point to ask if it would be okay to pass on contact details. All of them told me no and actually seemed offended by my asking. It was almost as if they were reading from the same page. They stated yes, they go to the discos, bars, etc. to meet men for money but it’s not like that with me. Yes, there is a financial aspect to it but they told me that they like me because I treat them well (I can’t count the number of times I let them use my computer to Skype home) and with respect (which I do) and don’t look down on them (which I don’t) or judge them for what they do. I guess when they’re with me it seems as if things are different. Take Lola for example, I’ve already written where you can find her. She is as much of a shark in her dealings with guys as she is on the pool table. However, if you are able to get past the hard exterior and treat her well, you can have your heart’s desire. I don’t right this to brag, because I don’t believe in it. To each their own. I treat them they way I want to be treated and in the process I guess I ended up with a lot more than I could have anticipated. And that can only be a good thing. I guess that is long roundabout ways of saying don’t ask for contact details because I will not give them out. Not my choice but theirs.
Thanks for reading all of this.
