First Visit: Request Help
I would be visiting Jakarta first time for 5 nights in first week of May. My plan is to visit Travel, Classic, Alexis and Malioboro in the afternoons and hit CJs, BATS or Blok M bars in night as I prefer LT.
I am currently planning to book Hotel Mercure Kota for 3 nights and Win Hotel for 2 nights so that I get to stay in both parts of the city and split the pain of travel. Getting rate of USD 36 per night at Mercure and won't mind extending upto 50- 70 USD per night if I am to save lot commute.
I don't know if FL girls would be ready to travel to Kota for the night and wouldn't want to give up on some good ones if travel to kota is going to be a concern. I don't want to waste too much time travelling to Kota either during daytime by staying in opposite part of town.
I wouldn't mind being located centrally if I can get options at the same price (. Request suggestions from members on whether it makes sense for my current hotel plan or should I book 5 nights in Hotel Mercure Kota.
I would be landing at 11.30 pm in Jakarta from Manila and would reach Hotel not earlier than 2 am. Are there any options available in the night such as visit to Blok M bars or some discos or does the town shut down at this time.
TIA.
Jakarta Trips 2013,2014, and 2015: Already looking forward to getting back
Jakarta is a top contender for being my favorite sex destination. Besides a brief layover visit to Alexis in 2009, I had my first major visit in April 2011, and have made another three trips in the last year and a half. In August 2013 Jakarta was the opening act for a sex tour that also included the Philippines (Angeles), Singapore, and one night in Bangkok. April 2014 saw me there as the "fun" part of a Bali beach holiday. And I started out 2015 with Jakarta leading off a trip that also featured Angeles. I'm finally writing up these visits.
Jakarta does feel like a second (sex) home; I can't count the number of walks, taxi rides, and ojeck lifts up and down Mangga Besar on the way to and from various venues. The great thing about that location is that the sex is so pervasive it practically comes to you. One night on my most recent trip as I was headed back to my room to finally get some sleep, the hotel bellboys ecouraged me to take a look inside a minivan parked in the hotel driveway. Inside there were about four girls, hot and fresh to order like pizza delivery. I decided to pass, but it was right there if I wanted!
Jakarta Trips 2013,2014, and 2015: Kartika, Royal Mas, Berlian Massage
On all my multi-day Jakarta trips I've spent a good amount of time in the Kartika-Berlian massage parlor alley. This has always been a go-to location for me, within reasonable walking distances from my lodging near Loksari Plaza on Mangga Besar, and a good option for morning mongering.
I had visited Kartika on my first major visit to Jakarta in 2011, and so returned during in August 2013. Like my first time, on entering I was immediately approached by cute, petite Mia, greeting me with big smiles. With a lackluster lineup Mia and a friend were easy choices, and we went slip sliding away in an entertaining but showy rather than truly erotic way: a packaged performance. I ultimately escaped the room after a tipping encounter that felt like extortion.
The lure of the mythical Kartika experience persisted, so last April I made a return to experience the "hamburger" two girl performance, as they all call it there. Swarmed as usual by smiley Mia, this time I felt like trying someone new, however, and so went with slender Leah and busty, thick Tanti. They did not stand out so much from the rest of the women there, still an older group without many lookers.
"Hamburger" is an appropriate term: while you do get your meat between their buns, it's a fast food operation at Kartika. The well-rehearsed routine was athletic but pretty stale, a rushed act that didn't provide much pleasure. And too much washing, too little banging. Tanti did give me the kegel squeeze, and was impressed that for that skill I marked her as from Madura. But the hectoring for a higher tip at the end was extremely annoying. I decided that it would be my last visit to Kartika, and on this most recent visit in January I did not return, although I was in the alley often, as I write below.
A new discovery in April 2014 was the first massage parlor on as you enter the alley, Royal Mas. I had passed on the invitations of the papasans outside numerous times in the past but decided to try it one morning. I found the lounge teeming with girls; I wondered how they made enough business given the numbers. The selection was a mixed bag, but I settled on a cutie named Dewi. The room was pretty basic, resembling a walk in closet, with a mattress on the floor. This sweetie was very affectionate and the sex very satisfying, so I came back two days later after my Kartika disappointment, and Dewi more than made up for that with a warm embrace and more. I didn't return on my latest visit this year, a time crunch but partly since I doubted I would find Dewi there again.
But my main haunt on the alley was Berlian. It's actually the place where I've conducted my longest long-distance mongering relationship. Back in 2013 I made the acquaintance of Erna, a lovely island girl right out of a Matisse painting. Quiet and sensitive, her shy smile won my heart. Over the years I've lost my head kissing her soft lips and pert breasts and caressing the gentle curves of her body.
Given her demure nature, it's now surprising to me that when I first met her in August 2013, it was in a threesome. My reason for checking out Berlian in the first place was to try another two-girl soapy, since like Kartika Berlian also offers these. The rooms at Berlian are small but clean, with a shower stall and strong air conditioning, but aren't specially designed for soapies; they just take the cotton sheet off the bed and lie you down on the plastic mattress. While the rooms are less specialized than at Kartika they are nicer, less like an operating room, and at R760,000 for the duo (back then) including tip it was a better value than Kartika, and minus all the drama of the girls' hounding for tips.
I recall that in my first threesome with Erna her partner was Sari, a short haired, slender, sexy woman a few years older than her. I enjoyed slip-sliding through the session, but especially my connection with Erna. I returned a couple of days later to repeat but this time with Erna and a different girl, Dita. It was the day of my departure, but I knew I would have to try to get back to Erna if I at all could.
I did this in a big way in April 2014, meeting up with Erna at Berlian on four of the five days of my trip. The first session also included a girl named Fifi, as I bowed to the mamasan's pleas to take two girls, but after that I only went solo with Erna. I even squeezed in two visits my last day, one just before I had to get to the airport. On the one day I did not see Erna it was because it was her day off, so I had a solo with a cutie who was a bit chubby but looked great in braces.
Since I never called Erna between visits, I really wondered if she would be there when I got back to Jakarta this January. The place looked like nothing had changed, with the same cast of characters. The tiny sparkplug of a mamasan (also called Erna) who whenever she spotted me outside would grab my arm and March me inside to a couch; her smiley mamasan partner in crime; and the less smiley desk girl; plus the bored looking girls on couches. Then there was the persistent old masseuse who always tried to persuade me to bring her in on my sessions; from her free massage samples given as I waited on the couch I could tell she was very good, but I did not want to pay sex massage prices for a regular, though good, massage.
One change I did notice was that Erna was not there. My favorite mamasan instantly called her, and I got nervous when she got no reply, but she eventually made contact and "my" Erna and she arrived after 20 minutes. Every time I went to see Erna the mamasan had to call her to come in, so I suspect Erna is no longer a regular at Berlian.
Our reunion session was sweet, and I returned the following two mornings. I did get a scare on the last day when the mamasan reported that Erna was busy; I exchanged numbers with the mama and met my Jakarta friend for coffee, and eventually the mama called with the good news that Erna had arrived. We spent another hour together, and I hope for another reunion on my next visit to Jarkarta.
Jakarta Trips 2013 and 2014: Stadium (RIP)
Back when I visited in summer 2013 and spring of 2014 Stadium was still going strong, and was one of my favorite venues. I loved the sin-city atmosphere. The nude dancers on multiple floors, pussy for hire in the midst of Indonesian youth and foreign backpacker types there for the djs' trance beats. It made other sex venues around the world seem tame, right here in the world's largest Muslim nation.
I had first visited Stadium in August 2013, and on each of two nights I made two trips to the bedrooms. The medieval decor, complete with flying dragon hovering over the trancing dancers below, very much fit the club's dark magic. It makes me think back to when I was 13 and drew up plans for a vampire's castle featuring torture chambers (obviously), but also bedrooms where he could ravish young innocent victims. Stadium felt like that kind of place, and it was good to be the vampire. Only I didn't have blood lust, just lust for pussy.
The mamasans in the big hall (the only part of the club I ever picked a girl), sent one after another to me as I nursed the free drink that came with the entry ticket. They finally sent one who was just right, a petite cutie just my style, with a look almost more Latina than Asian. Since she had no English we didn't speak much before getting to the room, so I assumed she would be a demure little thing. Not quite: once inside she practically ripped my clothes off, and we were soon fucking with abandon. The room we were assigned had weak air conditioning and so was hot, but what really heated the place us was the two of us.
And I don't mean metaphorically, we were going at it so furiously that the place practically steamed up, We were drenched, sweat flying as Putri rode me wildly. We collapsed in exhaustion after I came hard, but that didn't deter me from keeping her in the room for a second hour, my energy soon restored by this naked little vixen, and the feel of her lips on my cock.
I took another girl to a room afterward, but memories of my session with Putri have wiped those of the other girl from my mind, along with any recall of the next girl I fucked at Stadium the next night. I do remember the awkwardness when I tried to hire out some cuties hanging out near the mamasans' corner, and learning that they were civilians. My main goal for that second night was to get together with Putri again. Her mamasan was willing to help me with my quest, but Putri was otherwise occupied when I asked, and for another couple of hours. I felt desperate asking the mama several times, but she always kindly counseled me to be patient. Eventually Putri did emerge, and I felt like a long-lost lover had returned, and we resumed where we had left off the night before.
On my April 2014 trip I returned to Stadium, with finding Putri again my priority. I was disappointed but not surprised to learn from the mamasans that she was not there, but did see I had plenty of options, with the back corners of the Stadium dance hall packed with hookers. I had a session that night and two on my last night in Jakarta, two days later, but the experiences never recaptured that of my first time there.
Most memorably, I connected with a girl that seemed like a civilian, though, dancing to the beat in (or on) ecstasy, swaying in a gauzy dress (a flower in her hair? Lily's spacey-ness really attracted me, and she was friendly and we could communicate in English in snatches over the thumping trance. At the reception desk I paid for a room (given the venue these were surprisingly plush at Stadium), and she began to strip down. But from there things went downhill. I had figured that her chemical enhancement would make for an exciting session, but instead Lily became increasingly incoherent and unable to perform, all movements halting. Outside of some brief enjoyment of her tall, slim body the session came to naught.
A session with a girl named Dewi left me with few memories. On a sour note, a following session sticks in my mind for negative reasons. I had spotted this tall, gorgeous model type at one point, and took her to the room despite the late hour and the inevitable toll of a day on which I had already shot four loads, when not outside battling the Jakarta heat and humidity. Sofia didn't make it any easier to perform, as she was a cold as she was beautiful. Not inclined toward making any efforts to get me aroused, the session went nowhere, but it was almost worth the R325,000 to see her naked.
With the less than stellar sessions on that Spring 2014 visit, maybe it was not so bad that Stadium was no longer an option on my last trip in January. But I still have some damn fond memories of the place.
One more thing. In spring 2014 I checked out the other dance-plus-mongering spot I had read about, Millie's disco in Loksari Plaza, plus the nearby club on Mangga Besar with a grand classical entrance. At both places I enjoyed the trance, but I could not tell is some of the younger / attractive women I could barely see in the darkness could be taken out; a couple of women who definitely were available were not work it. And given the deafening music I don't know how I would have struck up a deal anyway.
