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Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 3
Day 3, Hong Kong.
I really like Hong Kong. It's a modern city that feels different feel from other Asian cities I've visited. The streets are clean, there are no gaping holes in the pavements and I've yet to see a beggar or homeless person. Even the traffic seems civilised and there isn't the incessant honking of horns that forms the soundtrack to most Asian cities. My hotel might be in the backpacker area of Tsim Shar Tsui but shoppers still walk around with designer shopping bags while chatting on their smartphones. In fact I've never known people use their phones so much. I seem to be constantly swerving to avoid bumping in to people who are too busy tap-tap-tapping away on their phones to look where they are walking!
After a few hours of sightseeing I got back to my hotel and logged on to the 141 website. Lots of the better looking girls are known as 'Young Buddies' which means that their address isn't listed. Instead there is a phone number and you must call it to arrange an appointment. Some of them are stunners. I spotted one named Aiai in Kwun Tong who was cuteness personified. She was a 18 year old with a fashionable bobbed haircut and small breasts. On the other end of the spectrum I spotted a girl in San Po Kong with the biggest natural tits I have ever seen (F-cup no less!) She had a pretty face too, so I decided to try and book her for early evening. If she was anywhere near as spectacular as her pictures suggested, she'd be one to remember for a long time. In terms of cost her profile said $600, but it didn't specify what that was for.
I dialed the number on her profile and a male voice answered. I had expected this as these girls have managers who deal with appointments. The idea is that they tell you where to go and when you get there they tell you the door number. "Hi, I'd like to book an appointment for 7 pm" I said. The man said something in Mandarin and there was silence. I repeated myself, slower and clearer, but he hung up. Obviously he didn't speak any English. I tried calling again but there was no answer. I cursed. The girl of my fantasies had slipped through my fingers due to the language barrier.
I re-opened Aiai's profile. She looked gorgeous in her pics, like an anime cartoon character with a cute smile and big dark eyes. Her profile said she charged $800 HK for 'full service' which is significantly higher than what I had paid so far but worth every cent given the quality of the girl. I dialed her number and this time a middle-aged woman answered. Again she didn't understand what I was trying to say. She repeated something in Mandarin a few times before hanging up. It was a shame. Some of the 'Young Buddies' are very pretty but it seems they are out of my reach as I can't speak Mandarin.
Not to worry, Hong Kong has plenty of girls to choose from. I would concentrate my efforts on walk-ups instead.
But first I needed to eat. Tsim Tsar Shui has plenty of restaurants and I found a good one near my hotel. I had clam stir-fry and a side portion of spicy cauliflower which was almost as tasty as the two female waitresses. I regard myself as a bit of a 'foodie' and it's fair to say that Hong Kong is certainly delivering on that front.
The closest 141 apartment to my hotel is James S Lee Mansion, which seemed to have a large stock of pretty girls on the website. Again it proved problematic to find. Walking up Nathan Road I turned right on to Carnarvon Road and followed the street as it bent round to the left. I was looking for numbers 33-35 but the problem is that numbers are few and far between. I walked up and down both sides of the street, past the multitude of clothes shops and restaurants. A couple of mature women standing at the junction with Humphreys Avenue asked "body massage sir?" One of them added "Here I give you card, can send young girl".
After 15 minutes of head-scratching I worked out where James S Lee Mansion is. Although the address is 33-35 Carnarvon Road, the entrance is actually just round the corner on Prat Avenue.
I walked inside at 9. 30 pm and headed straight for the 6th floor to see if I could find Kawaii. She was a pretty girl I'd spotted online with a great face and body but my main reason for seeking her is that I have always wanted to go with a girl with red hair. And by that I don't mean ginger or red tinged (been with plenty of those!) I mean bright red. I found her apartment, 604 A, but a sign on the door said 'Patty, new girl'. The lights around the door were off but I knocked anyway. No-one answered. In a strange way I was pleased. As much as I wanted to meet Kawaii, I love the thrill of the hunt and where's the fun going with the first girl you see? It was exciting to think that somewhere in this building was a girl I'd end up fucking. I just needed to find her.
James S Lee Mansion has eight floors of girls. The 9th floor contains private flats and when I stepped out on to the 10th I found myself on the roof! Although there are less floors than previous 141 apartments I had visited, each floor has three or four corridors shooting off at different angles, each with five or six doors. As a result it means a bigger selection of girls. There were two or three customers wandering about on each floor, almost exclusively Chinese men in their 20's. Again I was the only westerner.
On the 2nd floor I found a door with three signs written on fluorescent card, 'Korean Chinese mix', 'sexy bottom' and 'air stewardess uniform'. The 3rd floor had five separate corridors illuminated pink and each contained five doors illuminated by lights. A sexy girl wearing just a bra and panties ran past, knocked on a door and disappeared inside. I noticed another door had 'Kawaii' written on it, the name of the girl I was looking for on the 6th floor. But just as I was about to knock, a short Chinese man beat me to it. A pretty girl answered but she didn't have red hair. The man walked away without a word and the door closed. I am surprised by the lack of courtesy from lots of the Chinese customers. They speculatively knock on lots of doors and just walk away if they're not interested. The girls must be up and down like a yoyo. It did however mean that I was getting to see lots of girls and once again the standard was good.
I went up to the 4th floor to find another girl I'd seen online, Rainy. I found 407 be and rang the bell but no-one answered. The lights were on so I presumed she was with another customer. I listened carefully and could hear running water. She was obviously having a shower. I continued my search, walking from floor to floor, door to door. On the 7th floor I noticed a series of photos on one door of a very pretty blond-haired European girl. I rang the bell and strangely an Asian girl answered. She was sexy with lots of curves, a definite contender, but why the misleading photos?
I found my girl shortly afterwards. I was reading the signs in one corridor when the door for apartment 701 see swung open. A pretty girl was stood in the doorway wearing a skimpy outfit that revealed a slim, sexy figure. I always think it lacks etiquette asking a girl straight away "how much?" so I stepped closer and asked what her name was. She was Lina and she was 25 years old from Beijing. "You are beautiful" I told her, a line I imagined to be delivered with devastating James Bond like smoothness. After some flirty small-talk I asked her how much and she told me it would cost 500 for the 'full service'. I stepped inside.
The room was standard fare. There was a single bed with a TV mounted on the wall opposite showing the CCTV footage from outside. That was obviously how she saw me lingering. I admired her body as she got undressed and then we showered in a small bathroom. One of the things I like about these 141 experiences is that the girls will happily shower with customers. It's always a good way to break the ice and Lina had a lovely slim body with firm breasts. My dick voted yes. Unlike Gi Gi and Yukie she spoke reasonable English so we chatted as we dried ourselves off.
We lay on the bed and she started to lick my neck and chest and then slowly kissed, licked and teased her way down my body. This always drives me crazy and before long she was giving me an uncovered blowjob while scraping her fingernails down my chest. This girl knew how to please. She rolled a condom on to me and then lay back on the bed, legs spread invitingly. I slid in to her pussy and fucked her slowly, grinding my hips in to hers. Suddenly she pulled my head towards hers and began kissing me passionately, thrusting her tongue in to my mouth. Kissing is the ultimate turn-on for me as it turns the act of sex in to something far more special. Third time lucky and I'd found the girlfriend experience I crave.
As I fucked her harder, she groaned louder and louder. At one point she was on her back, ankles on my shoulders, and she groaned so loudly everyone on the block could probably hear! She was the noisiest fuck I've ever had. She clearly loved sex. She rubbed her clit and gasped "oh yeah, oh yeah" as I pounded away. We tried a number of positions before she rode me energetically to a climax. As we showered afterwards she told me that I was her first English customer.
I was impressed with James S Lee Mansion. For exploration purposes I liked the layout and there were lots of girls too. I'd seen plenty of pretty ones and once again had fucked another great girl who provided me with some spectacular sex. The best thing about James S Lee Mansion though is its handy location, just a five minute walk from my hotel. I could return on another night, perhaps to find Kawaii.
I left the building and walked back towards my hotel. On the bend on Carnarvon Road the same woman as earlier offered me "body massage" and "pretty girls". I declined. Not only had I just been fucked senseless by a hot young nympho but I don't see the point of using a 'middle-man' to find a girl in places like Hong Kong. At the top of Hanoi Road I saw a sign for Sunny Island Sauna. Underneath a photo of a gorgeous girl it said $456 HK for 90 minutes. I'm not sure in these places if extras can be negotiated but I assume if they could they would be very expensive. I also doubted whether I'd get a girl anywhere near the quality of the girl on the poster if I chose to enter.
As I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, I reflected on my time in Hong Kong so far. It had delivered in almost every area. There is loads to do during the day, the food is great and the 141 apartments are great fun. I'd been with three fantastic girls so far and I still had three days left before my train to Guilin. I was excited to see what tomorrow brings.
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Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 4
Day 4, Hong Kong.
It would be criminal to come to Hong Kong and not explore the city and do some sight-seeing. It's always important to have at least a few photos to show the folks back home. I took the MTR to Central and then a bone-shaking tram to the old Sheung Wan District. It was an interesting way to spend a few hours, walking through the food markets, past dried fish hanging next to the road and bird nest shops. I walked past parks and temples and ate at a restaurant that specialises in flame-grilled goose. I got chatting with a Kiwi expat and his 20 year old daughter who was breathtakingly pretty, with a face like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction.
Fortunately, any sexual frustration of meeting girls you can't have is easily alleviated in Hong Kong. I was in the Causeway area so decided to pay Fuji Building on Lockhart Road a visit. It only has a few girls listed on the 141 website but is much talked about online and receives lots of positive reports, so I felt it was worth a visit. It was easy to find. Wan Chai and Causeway MTR stations are located on Hennessy Road and Lockhart Road runs parallel nearby. Fuji Building is 381-383 Lockhart Road, close to the junction with Marsh Road. The nearest MTR station is Causeway although Wan Chai is comfortable walking distance too.
The entrance was grander than other 141 apartment blocks I had visited and I could see my reflection in the polished surfaces. It was 6 pm. I got in to the lift with five Chinese men and we stood in silence as we climbed to the top of the building. Immediately when I stepped out on to the 21st floor I saw a girl standing in her doorway, wearing skimpy underwear and black stockings, smiling and flirting with customers who walked past. I guess she was late twenties and had a spectacular figure. It was a promising start.
The layout was different to other apartment blocks. It was a much narrower building with a tight, compact layout with just five or six doors on each floor. On each floor I'd take a few sharp lefts, pass several doors and then I'd be going down a flight of stairs to the floor below. Just one corridor spirals its way down from the the 21st floor to the 1st. In terms of customers it was busier than previous apartments with a steady stream of Chinese men walking around. Again I was the only westerner.
A chubby Chinese man rang one of the bells on the 20th floor. A slim girl answered and the man shuffled away without a word. It can't be great for the girls self-esteem (or general mood even). If ever I ring a bell I'll smile and say Hello, and pay her a compliment, even if by that point I know I'm not interested. Maybe I'm too polite? I'm aware that my small-talk is wasting both of our time but I always try to respect the girls. Lots of the Chinese customers conduct their search in a very cold, businesslike manner that I think belittles the girls.
On the 17th floor I saw a Chinese man with grey hair walk in to A3, where a petite girl with glasses closed the door. Three floors below on the 14th floor a pretty girl called Lily was stood in a doorway and chimed "Come eeeen" as I walked past. B2 on the 6th floor had 'sexy pole dance' written on the door so I couldn't resist ringing. "Wait" I heard a female voice say from inside. I lingered for thirty seconds but the door didn't open so I turned to walk away. "WAIT!" the voice said louder. I felt like a naughty schoolkid but did as I was told. Thirty seconds later the door opened and a rather sheepish looking Chinese man walked out and brushed past me. Behind him was a busty looking pro with a devilish glint in her eye. She was the type who was guaranteed wild sex (and I bet the pole dance would be fun too) but I had to draw a line. I know these girls go with lots of guys but I can't knowingly fuck a girl so soon after another guy.
Once again I was having lots of fun. These 141 apartment blocks are like goldmines! Fuji has some great girls, all 30 or less and all with slim, sexy bodies. If you've got an ugly girl fetish, Fuji is not the place for you.
I rang B1 on the 4th floor, spurred on by a sign which said '35 the' in big letters. A pretty girl with thick fashionable glasses answered whose large breasts were pressed together tightly in a push-up bra. She was exactly the kind of girl I like but seemed tired. I asked what her name was and she told me "Leann" without a smile. I suppose it's not surprising that these girls can sometimes be dispirited when they're treated like pieces of meat by the large majority of customers who visit.
On the 3rd floor a middle-aged Chinese man rang '3 the' and a cute girl answered. The man looked her up and down, muttered a single word and walked away. The girl started to close the door but then saw me and smiled sweetly. I was tempted but wanted to visit every floor before I made my decision. The man rang the bell next door and a dark-skinned girl answered. She was a stunner. Again the Chinese man wasn't interested but I quickly stepped forward and said Hello. She had a 9/10 face and a curvy figure but she seemed shy and nervous. She barely spoke a word of English and was young, so I suspected that she had never been with a westerner before. A sign on her door said she charged $500 HK for 'full service'.
These apartments are heaven for boob-lovers like me, with lots of girls advertising their large assets. On the 2nd floor I saw a door with 'white skin' and 'D-Cup' written on the door. I rang the bell and a busty Japanese looking woman answered with a spectacular figure. Like most girls in Fuji, she was highly fuckable but facially just not quite my type. On the 1st floor there was a girl with even bigger breasts. A young Chinese man, probably a teenager, knocked on her door and a woman answered with E-Cup breasts so big it looked like she might topple over if she wasn't careful. The boy obviously liked what he saw because he nodded and walked in to the room. She gave me a smile as she closed the door behind him. She seemed the type who would eat the boy alive but what a way to go!
The time was 7 pm and I'd been exploring Fuji Building for nearly an hour and visited all of the floors. It was now time to take a girl.
The girl I most wanted to take was the sexy young dark-skinned girl on the 3rd floor. I took the lift up to her floor and walked to apartment '4 the' but I heard groans coming from inside. It had only been ten minutes since I spoke to her and in that time she had met a customer, unchanged, showered and was now doing the horizontal tango. Further evidence that if you hesitate in places like this (or indeed massage parlours and gogo bars), your girl can be snapped up by another customer.
I remembered that the girl next door was pretty but when she answered the door she acted cool towards me. Earlier she had been very flirty but now her smile was gone. Perhaps she knew I had come back for the pretty girl next door and didn't like being second choice?
I remembered another girl I liked on the 20th floor. I took the lift up and rang the bell on B2. The door swung open and a lovely girl with long curly hair stood in the doorway wearing black lingerie and a cheeky smile. She had a curvaceous figure with large natural breasts and I knew that I'd found my girl. She told me her name was Joey and I told her that she was beautiful. Even in sleazy pay-for-play set-ups like this I like to try and make it as little like a business transaction as possible. Inevitably money has to be discussed though and she told me it would cost 500 for the 'full service'. Deal.
The room was no more than 5 meters squared with a single bed along the far wall. I immediately noticed that there was a ceiling mirror above it, always a big plus point. The room had the same clutter and lived-in feel as other rooms with cuddly toys laid on the bed next to the pillow. We both got unchanged and I knew I'd made a good choice. Firstly she was very talkative and friendly, despite her limited English. She told me that she is 25 years old and was born in Shanghai. Secondly she had exactly the kind of body I like. She wasn't skinny or fat but had curves in all the right places. We showered and she lathered me with soap, making sure I was spotlessly clean. I reciprocated much to her amusement, rubbing soap over her sexy body, paying special attention to her lovely soft breasts. I'm such a gentleman.
We dried ourselves off and lay on the bed next to each other. She had perfect tits. They reminded me of a joke from the comedian Steve Martin, who said that if he was a woman he'd spend all day at home playing with his breasts. As I was lost in boob heaven, she swiftly put a condom on to my semi-erect dick which is usually a guaranteed way of strangling any life out of it, but she sucked it with lots of mmm's and it looked great in the ceiling mirror, her curly head of hair bobbing up and down on me. I became rock hard.
After a few minutes she sat up and lifted one leg across me before slowly lowering herself on. I held her lovely tits as she rocked back and forth, gripping my dick tightly with her pussy. I was worried I might come too soon, so flipped her on to her back and fucked her slowly in mish. I tried to kiss her but she leaned her head away so I kissed her neck instead and sucked her ear-lobe (I've noticed Asian girls seem to love this). Joey was the fourth girl I've met from the 141 apartments but only two have kissed and one of those was with her mouth closed. It's one of the few negatives I can find for these 141 walk-ups. I notice that on the 141 website lots of the girls advertise 'kissing' in their list of services so perhaps I need to target those more.
I grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. She wrapped her legs around me and her tits wobbled with each thrust. I then manoeuvred her on to her side and lay behind her, fucking her from behind as I squeezed her soft tits. I read somewhere that this position guarantees the deepest penetration so every now and then I'd thrust in as deeply as I could and she threw her head back each time and groaned. Although the room had air-con I was soon sweating, so I lay back and indicated for her to ride me again. But she misunderstood and took the condom off before finishing me with a handjob. She had a good touch though and before long I shot my load up my chest. She gave me some tissues to wipe up the mess she'd made and we both went for a shower.
Once again it was good frantic sex with a sexy girl and emphasised why I enjoy these 141 walk-ups so much. The quality of girls is excellent. I've fucked four pretty young girls, all of them eager to please. Furthermore I loved the process of searching. As much as I love massage parlours and gogo bars, sometimes it feels just too easy to find a girl. I like being made to work a bit and the excitement of wondering what lies around each corner. These apartment blocks reminded me of trawling for sex in Amsterdam's red light district or the X-houses in Sanur, Indonesia.
After she got changed I asked to take her picture but she politely refused. As a picture collector that's the only other negative (as well as lack of kissing) that I can aim at these 141 girls. I said 'goodbye' and kissed her on both cheeks like the old romantic I am, and soon I was on the MTR heading back to Tsim Shar Tsui.
It was 9 pm and I had time to find another girl but I decided I needed a break. This holiday is a marathon, not a sprint I told myself. After Hong Kong I'd be spending a week in China and then 11 days in Philippines. Each trip I challenge myself to sleep with 20 different girls and so far I'd made a solid start of four girls in four days.
I found a bar near my hotel and ended up chatting with a few backpackers. They had been in Asia for six months and had visited several countries, including one of my favourites, Cambodia. They told me about the temples and the beaches they had visited but my eyes glazed over and I fondly recalled the young girls from LeCyrcee in Phnom Penh who gave me a threesome and the wild sex I had with a Vietnamese girl in Siem Reap. We clinked bottles of beer and agreed that travel definitely broadens the mind.
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Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 5
Day 5, Hong Kong.
All of the sightseeing and searching apartment blocks had caught up with me, so I had my first lie-in of the trip. I was woken at 10 am by a washing machine that was rumbling noisily outside my room. Chungking Mansions is not a place to stay if you are looking for peace and quiet.
Once again the weather was el scorchio. I spent the afternoon walking along East Tsim Sha Tsui promenade which offers spectacular views across Victoria Harbour. A section of it was called 'Avenue of the Stars' which had hand-prints of famous people. I didn't recognise most of the names but did find Bruce Lee's which was next to a life-size bronze statue. I found a restaurant nearby where I had spicy pork dumpling soup and nan xiang dim sum. I know I sound like a judge on Masterchef but the food in Hong Kong has been out-of-this-world so far.
So far in Hong Kong I have spent a lot of time exploring 141 apartments but tonight I fancied a change. After researching this trip I made the decision to rule out taking a girl from the Wan Chai bars because girls and drinks are expensive and there is far better value to be found elsewhere. But I love the thrill of picking up girls from freelance bars, in fact later in the trip I'll be visiting my favourite, LA Cafe in Manila. However, there was no way I'd be taking a girl back to my cheap backpacker hotel, so my visit would be for research purposes only. If I did meet a 10/10 girl that I couldn't possibly resist, I'd find a short-time hotel nearby.
I took the MTR to Admiralty and then transferred on to another line to Wan Chai. Outside the station a sparkling Rolls Royce drove past with a personalised three digit number plate. This is the swanky part of the city where businessmen with deep pockets go out to party. That's probably why the prices are so high.
I mistakenly thought the Wan Chai bars would be on Wan Chai Road itself but I was wrong. I walked up and down, from one end of the road to the other and there were shops selling suitcases, mobile phones and vegetables but nothing remotely resembling a bar. I walked back to Wan Chai MTR and scratched my head. As I did so I noticed a tall blonde woman tottering down the sidewalk on high heels. I remembered reading that Russian hookers can be found at Wan Chai so I decided to follow her. I kept my distance as I didn't want to get arrested for stalking and my tactic worked. She walked a few blocks (I became hypnotised watching her jiggling bum in the short skirt she was wearing) then suddenly I was standing on a busy street lined with bars. If in doubt, follow the blonde!
So it's worth noting for first-timers that the Wan Chai bars are not on Wan Chai Road itself, they are predominantly located along Lockhart Road (the same street as Fuji Building) and Jaffe Road. The main concentration seems to be near the junction with Fenwick Street.
On Lockhart Street there were lots of bars and western style pubs with customers spilling out on to the pavement, pint of beer in hand. As well as groups of western men in shirts and ties, there were Asian girls sat in groups of two or three. In Maya there were three dark skinned girls in their thirties, probably from either Philippines or Indonesia. Near the junction of Luard Road I saw a pretty girl standing on the corner in a red mini dress. Along the road I saw bars with names like Typhoon, Superstar, Insiders and Dragon Club and on the next block was Neptune 3 and a pub with the very English name The White Stag. Sat on a stool outside was a mature woman sat cross-legged on a stool, smoking a cigarette. She had massive tits bulging from a top a few sizes too small for her. She was the type of woman I would never consider going with on my trips to Asia but if I saw her in a bar in Manchester, I'd be itching to take her back to my place.
As I walked down the street, Chinese women clutching flyers of pretty girls tried to pull me through red curtains in to their bar. I presume these are the gogo bars that people advised me to avoid (incidentally, no-one elaborated why they should be avoided. I love gogo bars so assume either they're overpriced places where customers get ripped off with lady-drinks or perhaps they are just glorified pole-dancing bars where the girls aren't even available for takeout. Either way, I'd be visiting lots of gogo bars in Angeles later in my trip, where there would be thousands of beautiful Filipina's available for cheap prices, so I didn't feel the urge to find out).
There were some places whose names I recognised from the internet like Waikiki, Makati and Hawaii. I continued walking, past the busy Queen Victoria and then Pub Pipe Bar and Wildcat. On the opposite side of the street was Crossroads, Club Bunny, Rhino and San Francisco. There were certainly plenty of options and with time on my hands I could see how this could be a rich hunting ground. As well as Chinese and south-east Asian girls, apparently there are Mongolian and black girls to be found. It's a bit of an obsession of mine trying to tick different nationalities off my sexual bucket list (aka my 'fuck it list') .
I turned on to Jaffe Road and saw Escape, which has a good reputation for pretty girls. A little further along were Firehouse, Rio and another whose name I recognised, Hong Kong Cafe. This was the bar I was looking for as I had read lots of positive reports online. I walked past the two burly security guards outside, who gave me a friendly nod, and descended the flight of stairs. It was a dark basement bar with just ten customers and a similar number of girls, mostly perched on stools around the bar. It had a sleepy hotel bar feel but the time was only 9. 30 pm and it would surely get livelier later. A female band was playing who had a pretty singer. In fact, on closer inspection, they had a pretty bassist and keyboardist too. They'd draw customers in for sure and the girls would follow.
I ordered a large bottle of Tsing Tao for the eye-watering price of $55 HK and noticed two girls sat along the bar from me. They were both probably late twenties and one of them, wearing a cute check top, smiled over. She was a 7/10 but her friend, wearing a tight blue dress, was an 8/10. Right on cue the band started playing 'Angels' by Robbie Williams and I enjoyed the appropriateness of the chorus "I'm loving angels instead". It could be the soundtrack to my trips to Asia. Ironically their next song, 'Satisfaction' by Rolling Stones, could be the soundtrack to my sex life back in England. "I can't get no satisfaction".
I watched as two pretty girls entered and sat next to the bar. A grey-haired man swooped in like an eagle and offered the prettiest a drink. I was close enough to hear their conversation and wasn't surprised when she told him that she was Filipino. Seeing her slender figure and pretty face gave me a tinge of excitement for the time I'd be spending in Philippines in just over a week.
I finished my beer and left. I wanted to visit a few bars tonight, to get a flavour for the place. Outside Old China Hand I saw a voluptuous black girl. She was probably mid 30's and smiled to me as I walked past. She'd keep me warm at night I thought.
I opted to go in to Neptune 3 next, another bar that gets good reports online. It was 10.10 pm when I walked in and unlike Hong Kong Cafe it was packed full of customers and freelance girls. This is more like it! There was barely anywhere to sit but I found a spare stool at the far end of the bar. I scanned around the room and there were dozens of girls. Some were sitting with customers, mingling, flirting and clinking glasses, others stood in groups at the side of the bar, their heads darting around like meerkats whenever new 'prey' walked in. Almost all of the girls were probably aged between 20 and 30 and although a lot were fairly average, there were some pretty ones too. I spotted a girl in a stripy party dress with long wavy hair and beautiful honey coloured skin. Another nice looker blew a kiss to me from the opposite side of the bar.
Next to me was a Scottish man, who told me that he is a regular at Wan Chai. He was a short man with receding hair and he proudly showed me a photo on his phone of his 24 year old Filipino girlfriend. Girls walking past seemed to know him, including one in a mustard coloured dress with teeth like Luis Suarez. He leaned across to me and told me that his motto is "use them, abuse them, lose them". I decided not to point out that if he had a girlfriend he wasn't following his own advice.
I asked him which bars he recommends in Wan Chai and he said "any, just avoid places with a red curtain". He added that ladydrinks are $300 HK and, in his words, "before you know it you're buying all the girls drinks". That can be an expensive night, especially if you're not getting any action at the end of it.
I stayed for a few drinks. I enjoy freelance venues but this felt more like a regular bar. LA Cafe in Manila for instance is a bear-pit, where the girls are desperate to get their claws in to you. Here felt more relaxed, like a regular bar. It reminded me of Desperado's in Surubaya, a hotel bar in which you need good game to score the pretty girls. An average girl sat next to me, thrust her ample chest in my direction and told me that her name was Ivy. She was half Filipino and half Pakistani (Filistani?) but she wasn't my type. She was too chunky and far too forward. I like to chat and get to know a girl, I don't like being groped within minutes as the girl suggestively licks her lips. "You buy me drink?" she asked before she had even established my name.
The MTR closes at midnight so I decided to finish my beer and head off.
On the way towards the exit I brushed against the pretty girl with wavy hair I'd spotted earlier. She had a lovely face, big pouty lips and a slender figure that her elegant dress showed off perfectly. We exchanged smiles and I asked what her name was. "Kim" she replied. She was a 9/10 and would certainly be a trophy fuck but before I had chance to ask another question she said "you buy me drink?" These bars definitely have some hardcore pros! If she had taken her time and weaved her charm and got to know me, then I might possibly have been persuaded to whisk her off to a short-time hotel nearby.
I'd had a good night. I'd only visited two bars but I got a decent flavour of the place. I'd seen lots of pretty girls and I'm told it's possible to acquire their services for $1000 HK - $1500 if you know what you're doing (they will of course start by quoting much higher). If I was a Hong Kong resident with deep pockets I think I would be a regular visitor as Wan Chai is a fun place, but it isn't for me. I could fuck three equally pretty girls (or prettier girls, even) from the 141 apartments for the same price, or take three separate girls for long-time later in my trip in Philippines.
Happily buzzed after a few beers, I took the MTR back to Tsim Shar Tsui. After a girl-free day I fancied a fuck before bedtime, so on a spur-of-the-moment I walked the short distance from my hotel to James S Lee Mansion to see if Kawaii was available. But it was nearly midnight and the shutter had been pulled down at the entrance. It was closed. I turned round and headed back to my hotel. Tomorrow was my last day in Hong Kong and I wanted two girls minimum.
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Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 6
Day 6, Hong Kong.
Today was my last day in Hong Kong and I wanted two girls, perhaps even three.
However I needed to a bit of souvenir shopping first and inevitably got side-tracked. I treated myself to some new clothes and before I knew it the whole morning had flashed by. I enjoyed it though, especially flirting with the pretty shop assistants. I had worked up an appetite so I found a small restaurant near my hotel and had prawn dumplings for lunch. Shopping and food out of the way, it was time to find my first girl of the day.
The top of my list was the gorgeous redhead Kawaii in James S Lee Mansion. According to the 141 website she was working so I hastily left my hotel, walked past the sharply dressed touts on Nathan Road trying to get me in to their suit shops, turned right at the Tsi Shar Shui MTR entrance on to Carvarvon Road and two minutes later I reached James S Lee Mansion. I took the lift up to the 6th floor and walked to apartment 604 A but the pink lights surrounding the door were switched off. I knocked anyway but there was no answer.
I looked at my notes and decided to check out a few of the other girls who had caught my eye on the website. I took the stairs up to the 7th floor and knocked on 708 to find Ivy. In her photos she had enticing curves but once again there was no answer. I listened carefully and could hear running water. She was with a customer. I went down to the 4th floor and knocked on 407 to find a cutie called Chane. The door opened and although there was a fair resemblance between the girl who stood in front of me and the girl in the photos, she looked tired and her smile was forced. These girls work hard so perhaps she had already been with a customer or two. I never go with a girl who doesn't want to go with me, so I told her she was beautiful and added the very English phrase 'nice to meet you' before walking away.
On the 3rd floor I found Miko's door (E301). She looked nice in her photos and had a voluptuous figure but when I rang the bell she answered with three loud groans. Message received loud and clear! I went to room 303 to find Milk but the lights around her door were switched off (you could say that the Milk had gone off). On the 2nd floor was another strong contender, a Japanese looking girl called Ayumi. She had some creative photos on her profile including one in which she was blowing pink bubble gum seductively, a photo which also gave a teasing glimpse of her sizable breasts. I rang 207 f but there was no answer. It wasn't my lucky day, all of the girls on my shortlist were either away or busy!
I decided to give up on James S Lee Mansion for now. I could always return later for my second (or third?) girl of the day. Instead I would go to Champagne Court to see if I could find a pretty Japanese girl from Tokyo I'd spotted online. She looked just my type; young, cute and innocent with a banging body. She charged $700 HK but the photos suggested it would be money well spent.
Champagne Court wasn't easy to find. I walked up the gentle hill on Carnarvon Road and turned left at the T-junction with Kimberley Road. I knew number 16 was on the left somewhere but initially I couldn't find it. I noticed an open door so walked in and climbed three flights of stairs before I realised it was just a regular apartment block. A cleaner was hoovering and gave me a strange look as if to say "you shouldn't be here". I left and stepped back out on to the street. A few minutes later I found the place I was looking for. The entrance to Champagne Court isn't actually on Kimberley Road, it is inside a small mall. If you look carefully there is a sign which says 'Champagne Court No. 16 Kimberley Road' above the entrance, next to a clothes shop painted green called Koe.
I entered and there was a stairwell on the left, opposite the entrance to Dadol Hotel. I climbed the dark and dingy stairs up to the 2nd floor where there was just one corridor with four doors illuminated by pink lights. The first door (C1) was Hede's room. I rang the bell and a small girl answered wearing thick glasses. The photos online were studio shots in which she was caked with makeup but the girl standing in front of me was more cute than sexy. I'd estimate she was three years older than when the photos were taken but she still looked pretty and had a sexy body. I liked her geeky glasses too. I confirmed the price of $700 HK and walked inside.
The room was by far the worst so far. It was dark and uninviting and there was no shower. I didn't really care. I'm not an estate agent, I just want to fuck pretty girls and sometimes the seedier the better. We both got unchanged. She had a bit more weight on the hips than her photos but I liked her curves and I felt myself getting hard. She lifted her dress over her head revealing decent-sized breasts and nipples with tape over them. She pulled the tape off and her nipples were huge, maybe an inch long, the kind that just beg to be sucked. She took all of her clothes off apart from a pair of tattered fishnet stockings that were torn.
I lay naked on the bed and she licked my chest, darting her tongue up and down until she was teasing the areas around my groin. Her fingernails dragged down my chest and I shivered with anticipation. I looked down and saw her face between my legs, glasses still on, staring innocently back up to me, before she began to lick my dick like a lollipop. I thought for a moment I would be getting my first uncovered blowjob in Hong Kong but alas she rolled a condom on to me before she wrapped her lips around me and began sucking. Covered blowjobs just aren't the same. You don't get the same warmth and the condom never lubricates as well as spit. But despite this, her blowjob was sensational. She sucked slow and deep and even made an attempt at deep-throat. She swallowed about two thirds of my dick, then visibly relaxed her throat before forcing herself down some more. She swallowed another inch before wretching and then surfacing for air. "You Superman!" she said (thinking about it, 'Deepthroat' would be an excellent name for a supervillain).
She lay back and I fucked her in mish, slowly at first as she whimpered softly, then faster as she gasped 'come come come'. I don't know if she was talking about herself or was ordering me to finish. Surely it was too soon for the latter? I loved seeing her lying on her back, torn stockings and thick glasses, nipples like bullets. I fucked her hard in a few positions. At one point I took both of her ankles, placed them on my shoulders then leaned forward so her feet were either side of her pretty face. It's a great position to get really deep and she groaned noisily. I leaned forward to kiss her but she deftly angled her face away. It's strange to be jilted when you're fucking someone!
The room didn't have air-con and soon I was glistening with sweat. I lay back and she lowered herself on to me and rode me in Asian cowgirl for a while as I sucked her nipples. She then took the condom off and finished me with an excellent hand-job. Some girls don't do it properly but she used long, firm strokes, and spat on my dick for lubrication before upping the pace. I came up my chest and she gave me a few wet wipes to tidy the mess. As we got our breaths back she held my dick and said "you 35, this 20".
She didn't kiss but it was a memorable quickie in a grubby room, the kind of experience I enjoy.
I went back to my hotel and showered, then found a local restaurant where I had a Sichuan crispy pork dish with green peppers. It was delicious and I washed it down with a bottle of Tsing Tao. Great city, great food and great girls. Watery beer though. It was my last night in Hong Kong so I decided to go to Peninsular Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui and up to Felix Bar on the 28th floor. It offers sweeping panoramic views of the harbour and is a great place to go to watch the sun go down and the lights come on. Like many Asian cities, Hong Kong comes alive at night. My bottle of beer cost $95 HK but of course you're paying a premium for the spectacular view (and to a lesser extent the complimentary peanuts). Since I knew it was a swish place, I had made an effort and was looking pretty dapper but I still felt out of place. There was a couple next to me, the wife in a cocktail dress, the husband in a tuxedo, bottle of champagne in an ice bucket in front of them. The woman took pity on me and asked me where I was from. We chatted and I got the impression that she thought I was a lonely lamb, desperate for company. Little did she know I had fucked five different girls in five days and was soon to fuck my sixth.
It was 9 pm when I left Panorama. My plan was to go to James S Lee Building to see if Kawaii was available. If not I'd get the MTR to Phoenix Apartment across the harbour.
I walked to James S Lee Mansion and took the lift up the 6th floor and approached Kawaii's door. Again the lights were off but I could hear banging coming from inside, like someone was hammering something. I knocked and the door opened. My heart skipped a beat. Standing in front of me was Kawaii and she looked beautiful. She didn't have the flame-red hair from the photos on her profile but she had a spectacularly pretty, drop-dead gorgeous face. However, she was wearing casual clothes and behind her a man seemed to be fixing some shelves. She said "tomorrow". I told her that I was leaving tomorrow and there was a brief moments hesitation before I told her it was nice meet her and walked away. Oh well, it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
My second choice was Phoenix Apartment. I jumped on to the MTR and took a tram to Central, where I switched on to the Causeway Bay line. The Octopus card makes it really easy to get about Hong Kong and it's cheap too. I exited at Causeway Bay and walked along Hennessy Road, turning left on to Lee Garden Road. The third road on the left is Lan Fon Road and the whole next block on the left is Phoenix Apartments (54-70 Lee Garden Road). It has an unusual layout. Previously 141 apartments I had visited had been tall buildings, up to 21 floors high, with girls located on most floors, but Phoenix is a long building with girls located only on the 3rd and 5th floors.
As always I had a list of my favourite girls written down so I headed straight for the 3rd floor and rang E1, where I hoped to see Bowie. So far I'd fucked typically Asian girls with long dark hair but Bowie was from the other end of the spectrum. She was a young, sweet girl with short blonde hair. I rang her bell but the lights were off and no-one was home. Not to worry, Phoenix has plenty of good looking girls to choose from. I looked at some of the other doors in this corridor and most had photos pinned up which I recognised from the website.
On the same floor I saw a girl leaving her room. It was Sammi, a sexy girl I recognised from the 141 website. She had a spectacular hourglass figure with a huge round J-Lo ass that begged to be fucked doggy-style. On each profile it lists the girls specialities and Sammi's included leg-splits, long tongue, scrotum suck, restraints, bukkake and mouth burst, whatever that is. She looked great but sadly was dressed in casual clothes and seemed to be leaving work for the day. Perhaps 10 pm is too late to visit these places?
There was a door opposite and amusingly I heard a female voice saying "try me, try me" from behind it. I decided to oblige and knocked on G10. The door opened and I was pleasantly surprised when a sexy girl with a stellar body answered. Her name was Aa and she seemed a bit more mature than other girls I'd fucked so far, perhaps 30 years old. She was fun and flirty so I agreed to her price of 500. It was a nice room, five star luxury compared to Hede's earlier. A mirror ran alongside the bed and I noticed a whip on the pillow.
I always enjoy undressing together and admiring the girl in all her glory. She had a slim body with lots of enticing curves. We showered together and she lathered me with soap and cleaned me, paying careful attention to my dick. When I dried myself off I lay on the single bed and waited. I love the sense of anticipation. The sound of the water stopped and a few seconds later she stepped in to the bedroom and I watched her drying herself. I'd miss this when I left Hong Kong. She joined me on the bed and picked up the whip and told me "200 extra?" with a glint in her eye. I was tempted but said "I've been a good boy". I've never really been in to S&M but in July I fucked a 19 year old blond Russian in Amsterdam called Katalina and she gave me a shock when she started to spank me with a studded rubber object. I reciprocated by smacking it loudly on to her bottom as I fucked her doggy-style. It was quite kinky.
I lay back and then followed a few minutes of intense pleasure as she gave me a 'cat bath', licking my entire body up and down and softly kissing every limb. She skilfully maneuvered her way down to my groin and teased and licked around my dick before rolling a condom on to me and giving me a covered blowjob. She had good skills. Without any prompt from me she crawled around, sucking all the time, and lifted one leg over my head, inviting me to eat her pussy. I obliged. After a few minutes she stood up, turned around and then lowered herself on to me, riding me with tight thrusts of her hip. She took my hands and made me hold her tits and squeeze them tightly.
She was an assertive girl and I was happy to follow her lead, but after a while it was time for me to take control. I flipped her on to her back and fucked her in mish before rolling her on to her side in front of the mirror and fucking her from behind. We locked eyes in the mirror. Soon I was hot again (fair to say the air-con in these rooms isn't ideal for our hobby) so I lay back and she took the condom off and gave me an expert hand-job to finish. She made me finger her too and I shot my load up my chest.
We lay next to each other, getting our breaths back, when she sat up and placed her wrist next to my dick. It was almost the same width. It was more down to her slender wrist but she said "you superstar" and laughed.
It had been an excellent session and perfect way to end my time in Hong Kong. I'd been with six great girls and the sex had been fantastic. Mostly though I loved the process of searching the apartment blocks. It was an exciting way to spend an hour, going from floor to floor and knocking on random doors, lured in my a photo pinned up or the promise of big breasts.
I took the MTR back to Tsim Shar Tsui and went back to my hotel room. I made a start on my packing and was in bed by midnight, in preparation for my trip to mainland China and Guilin tomorrow. For the first time on the trip I struggled to sleep as I had lots of thoughts bouncing around my head. I was excited to be going to a place I'd always wanted to visit and it would signal the start of the touristy part of my trip, in which I would also visit Chengdu and Beijing. I had researched pay-for-play in each place just in case but I suspected I'd be too busy being a tourist to search for local ladies.
But the main reason I couldn't sleep was thinking how much I'd miss Hong Kong.
