Dubai Reports

[Trevorabh]

Great reports. Thanks!

Agreed, good to hear that fun is still being had.

[Blood Red]

Day 3 was more chilled. Went to a spa at Grand Excelsior, "Dubai Luxury Spa" or something like that. Decent setup, plenty of options. Good place to reset. Later headed to Karama for food, then back to the hotel..

Great reports. Thanks!

[Lokah]

Day 3 was more chilled. Went to a spa at Grand Excelsior, "Dubai Luxury Spa" or something like that. Decent setup, plenty of options. Good place to reset. Later headed to Karama for food, then back to the hotel.

That's when the weather flipped. Heavy rain, thunder, proper chaos. Roads flooded. My cab dropped me near the entrance and water was almost knee level. Ran in, slightly soaked. Decided to grab a coffee. There's a Starbucks right next to reception at Four Points. Place was empty. Actually, the whole hotel felt empty. Sat there with my coffee facing the lobby. If you know that hotel, it's a small lobby. You can see everything from one spot. That's when she walked in. Well dressed, sharp, proper working-woman vibe. Mid 20's, solid 9. Great figure, everything in place. What made it better was how effortless she looked in that outfit. She went to reception, spoke briefly, then sat down. Kept checking her phone. Went back to reception again. Happened a few times. Clearly waiting for someone, and not staying there. I kept it casual. Looked, but not staring. She noticed. Finished my coffee, walked toward the lift. As I passed, we made eye contact. I smiled. She stayed neutral. Lift opens. One drunk guy waves at her. She joins him. Inside the lift, you could tell she wasn't happy. He was too drunk to even act normal. She was just managing the situation. We all got off same floor. They went right, I went left. Before I entered my room, we exchanged one more look. He was struggling with keys, she was just standing there, clearly done with him. That look stayed with me.

Back in the room, showered, ordered drinks, sat watching the rain. Plan was to hit the club next door, but weather killed it. So I called Jack again. Met an EE girl. She looked good overall, easy 8. But her teeth. Something off. Once you notice it, you can't unseen it. She mentioned partying a lot, so maybe that explains it. We had a few drinks. I tried to ignore it, but my focus kept going back there. She started things GFE, DFK attempts which I dodged, then straight into BBBJ. To be fair, her BBBJ was solid. Deep, confident, no hesitation. Took control, kept the rhythm, didn't need any guidance. I was on the couch, she on her knees, fully into it. That part she did right. Didn't take long. She got me there. CIM and I guess she swallowed a little bit. She went to clean up. I took a shower after. When I came back and she asked what next, I knew I was done. Told her she can head out.

Around midnight, I got hungry. Ordered food and went downstairs for a fag. And there she was again. Same girl from the lobby. Standing right next to me. This time I wasn't overthinking it. Just said Hi. She responded. We started talking. Easy this time. She said she was heading home, somewhere around JBR, waiting for a taxi. Said a friend had booked it. Asked me for a cigarette. I gave her one. While talking, things started clicking. The way she was speaking, the situation. Clear enough what she was doing. But she carried it differently. Not obvious. Not pushy. We kept talking. I mentioned I was planning to go to a club. She asked if it was Mint. I said yeah. Then she laughed and said her "friend" basically ditched her. No cab. Just wanted her gone. Then she asked me, half teasing, if I was waiting for someone. I said no. Just food. Then I asked, "you want to come up?" She paused. Looked at me properly this time. "What will we do?" she asked. "Drinks, food. See where it goes. " She thought for a bit. Then said yes.

Everything after that moved fast. Picked up the food, went up. Reception didn't care—they had already seen her ID earlier. Different room. Caught her name from the ID. Ziya. We got in, started drinking, ate, and the vibe just clicked. No awkwardness. No negotiation. Just natural. She was funny, playful, easy to be around. After a few drinks she opened up more. Kept saying she's not an escort, that her friend is into SA, and she just came this one time for money as her friends regular was there. Her friend is in hometown blah blah balh. I didn't dig. Didn't matter. Once she dropped that formal look, completely different person. And her boobs. That was the shock. Didn't look that big when she was dressed, but once she was out of it, completely different story. Proper, full, hard to ignore. From there, the night just kept going. Playful, a bit wild, no fixed script. We stopped, laughed, started again. Lost count of rounds. 3, maybe 4. No rush. No pressure. Just one of those rare nights where both are fully into it. She even squirted couple of times. Morning came, we had breakfast, and she left. Before leaving, I asked for her digits. She refused. Said this won't happen again. One time. And honestly, that made it better.

She didn't mentioned any payment or asked for a specific amount. I paid her 2 k and asked if that was alright and she was very much happy about that.

Honestly this was the best part of the trip. When I look back it is always the unexpected things like this make what my mongering hobby make exciting. Finding WG in the clubs, or FL on the street and having a great time with them is unexplainable.

Its not only the sex that makes this exciting I guess its the whole packaged and whole process of mongering that I am addicted too. Finding green hotels, hitting the right clubs, spots, RD. Making the arrangements, getting the deal and finally enjoying the deed.

And it was that moment I decided I am going to Philippines next month for a holiday.

[Lokah]

As soon as the sun came up, I called Four Points and asked if early checkin was possible. I just wanted out of Crowne Plaza.

Guess because things were slow, they were more than happy. What surprised me was they even offered airport pickup! Dahhh!! I told them I was already in another hotel, didn't expect anything from it.

They still sent a cab. This kind of thing never happened to me.

Checked in around 9 in the morning. Smooth. No delays. And they upgraded me to a junior suite.

That alone changed the mood.

Met a few friends during the day, came back in the evening. But honestly, my mind was still on the Moroccan from the night before.

I already had a list of girls lined up, picked from ISG and MR forums. Plenty of options. But I thought, why not try Aya again.

Tried. She wasn't available.

So I switched plans.

Went with one of the SEA options. With SEA, I don't take chances on outcalls. Too many bait and switjcb stories. Better to go incall so you can walk out if needed.

Picked a well reviewed profile from MR. She was in JBR, I think. Plenty of trusted reviews backing her.

Reached the location, and the handler tells me the one I booked isn't available. Either busy or extended booking. Classic situation. He offered me another option or asked me to wait.

I checked the alternative.

Vietnamese, around mid-20's, petite, good figure. Looked promising.

Decided to go ahead.

Paid 500 for the hour. Originally agreed 700 for the first one, so this worked out better anyway.

Turned out to be a good call.

She was lively, relaxed, and easy to deal with. Had a couple of drinks, we kept things light for a bit. Then things moved naturally from there.

We had a couple of drinks, kept it light for a bit, then things moved naturally.

Started with DFK, and she took the lead early. BBBJ was proper, no rush, no awkwardness, good control. You can tell when someone knows what they're doing and she clearly did. No teeth, good rhythm, stayed focused.

Didn't take long before things escalated. She kept the pace, stayed engaged, and didn't break the flow. CIM but no swallow.

One thing I always notice, proper technique matters. No awkwardness, no rush. She knew exactly how to keep things going. Didn't need to guide anything.

First round done clean.

After that she gave a massage. Not professional level, but decent enough to keep things relaxed.

Second round picked up faster.

More playful this time. More movement, more energy. Tried different positions, she stayed engaged throughout. She was small, which actually added to the whole experience. Easy to move around, very responsive.

Ended strong.

We cooled down, took a shower together, nothing rushed. Finished on a relaxed note. Said goodbye properly and I headed back.

Overall, solid session.

If you know where to look, SEA can be very reliable. Yes, bait switch is common, but once you find the right contacts, they're consistent and low drama.

WIR. Yes.

VFM. Yes.

Overall 8.5/10.

I am trying to find her Mr link and will add it on the forum.

[Lokah]

Here goes my recent Dubai shenanigans.

I almost didn't make this trip.

Flights were getting cancelled because of the unrest and for a while it looked like Dubai was off. I wasn't dropping it. Rerouted into Sharjah since it was still running, then took a car into Dubai.

Even on the way in, something felt off.

I was here around the same time last year and it was buzzing. This time the city felt muted. Not empty, just low energy.

My original booking was at Four Points in Bur Dubai, but because my dates shifted I had one extra night. Booked Crowne Plaza Deira.

Bad call.

Old, tired place. And fully green. No hassle, no questions. Just show ID and done. The whole place felt half asleep.

I had already arranged a Moroccan through Jacktheplay, so once I checked in and settled, I asked her to come.

She arrived bit late.

First impression, she stood out. Not just looks, but presence. Calm, confident, very comfortable in her own skin. English wasn't great so we used a translator, which actually made things a bit more interesting. Slower, more deliberate.

She didn't drink, just had coffee. I had a couple drinks. We talked, kept it light. At one point she asked to take pictures, just on my phone. No hesitation, completely at ease.

Then she went to freshen up.

When she came back, that's when the surprises started.

The shift was instant. Not just her mood, her entire look. She stepped out in tight lingerie, stood there for a second, and just held eye contact. Earlier she was soft and low-key. Now she was playful, sharper, and very aware of the effect she was having.

From that point, things escalated naturally.

Full GFE energy. DFK, BBBJ, no hesitation. She stayed engaged the whole time, responsive, in sync. Nothing felt rushed or mechanical. I did DATY, she was clean and comfortable, which made a difference. She even used a pH cleanser I had kept before coming out, small detail but shows awareness.

What stood out wasn't just the activities, it was her intent. She was tuned in, paying attention, adjusting, making sure the experience stayed on point.

We went close to two hours. Time moved fast.

WIR: 200% yes.

Damage: 1.5 K AED + tip.

Considering how the trip started with cancellations, rerouting, and a dead hotel, this turned into one of those nights that resets the whole mood.

More story to come!

[JackThePlaya]

I can relate to this. I don't know what happened with Tajikis lately. I have had some great experiences with them. I had a disastrous session with a super hot Tajiki from Synite club over a year ago, barely managed to fuck her. Similar crap to what you mentioned. Since then, I came across 2 hot Tajikis at barrio club, but too many red flags in communications made me not want to proceed.

Even though I had 2 terrible recent experiences with Syrians, they are still my favorite nationality and your experience doesn't surprise me at all. Was the Mint manager Shahnooz?

Never got her real name. I just know that she's wild. Legit saw her in a fight in the club.

[Blood Red]

The mongering journey is a gamble. One day you're holding a winning hand, the next you're staring at a wasted hotel booking and blue balls.

The "Tajik" Disaster & The SA Vanisher.

The Syrian Firecracker.

I needed to wash the taste of that disaster away, so I went back to the manager. She hooked me up with the Syrian girl and gave a solid discount for the trouble.

It was night and day difference. This one was bubbly, chatty, and actually into the vibe. A few whiskeys in and the fire started. We went straight into heavy, deep DFK that set the pace. Followed it up with a decent, short BBJ to get the engine running, and once the covers were off, it was game on.

She's a total machine. She didn't just take a pounding; she demanded it harder. I gave her everything I had, cycling through positions until I was spent. I've actually got bruises on my hips from how hard we were going. After a shower and another round of drinks, we went for Round 2. Ticked a Syrian / Lebanese mix off the list and finally headed home satisfied. Gave her a red tip for the good performance.

I can relate to this. I don't know what happened with Tajikis lately. I have had some great experiences with them. I had a disastrous session with a super hot Tajiki from Synite club over a year ago, barely managed to fuck her. Similar crap to what you mentioned. Since then, I came across 2 hot Tajikis at barrio club, but too many red flags in communications made me not want to proceed.

Even though I had 2 terrible recent experiences with Syrians, they are still my favorite nationality and your experience doesn't surprise me at all. Was the Mint manager Shahnooz?

[JackThePlaya]

Hey good experience with the Syrian! Out of curiosity, is the SA vanisher's name "Tia"? She's a hot Indian girl on SA I have my eyes on, but happy with the current action I'm getting, so she's in pipeline. LOL.

Naa, "Kiran". Seen Tia's profile as well. She's got GPS. She wanted the equivalent of my quarterly rent. Said good luck with that. Feel free to PM to discuss over a drink.

[ClitLover2012]

Hey good experience with the Syrian! Out of curiosity, is the SA vanisher's name "Tia"? She's a hot Indian girl on SA I have my eyes on, but happy with the current action I'm getting, so she's in pipeline. LOL.

The mongering journey is a gamble. One day you're holding a winning hand, the next you're staring at a wasted hotel booking and blue balls.

The "Tajik" Disaster & The SA Vanisher.

A few weeks ago, I tried my hand at SA via a friend. I wanted to see if I could find a quality Indian. Instead, I got jerked around by a girl who couldn't tell time if her life depended on it. I can't stand tardiness and laziness, both of which were plentiful here. In my early days, I let an Indian SB go for the same reasons and regretted it. I tried to be more accommodating this time. Big mistake. After two wasted bookings and more excuses, I pinged my trusty mint manager. She had two new entrants: a cute Syrian and a Tajik / Irani mix. I went with the latter.

Sigh. Total lack of class. Back at the hotel room, tried to chat and things were just not clicking. The language barrier was a wall even Google Translate couldn't climb. To top it off, instead of pouring herself a drink, she straight up necked the vodka bottle and the mixer bottle.

When it came to the deed, the "No" list was long. No kissing, no BJ, no touching the tits or the kitty. I told her to GTFO. The second I started messaging the manager, she suddenly "remembered" how to give a BBJ. I was done, but I wasn't leaving empty-handed. I banged out a quick, cold one just to recoup the room cost, then kicked her out and binned the ruined booze.

The next morning, the SA Vanisher apologized with some "I was sleepy" story. I told her if she's serious, she can book the hotel and wait for me. Radio silence. Oopsie. Good riddance.

The Syrian Firecracker.

I needed to wash the taste of that disaster away, so I went back to the manager. She hooked me up with the Syrian girl and gave a solid discount for the trouble.

It was night and day difference. This one was bubbly, chatty, and actually into the vibe. A few whiskeys in and the fire started. We went straight into heavy, deep DFK that set the pace. Followed it up with a decent, short BBJ to get the engine running, and once the covers were off, it was game on.

She's a total machine. She didn't just take a pounding; she demanded it harder. I gave her everything I had, cycling through positions until I was spent. I've actually got bruises on my hips from how hard we were going. After a shower and another round of drinks, we went for Round 2. Ticked a Syrian / Lebanese mix off the list and finally headed home satisfied. Gave her a red tip for the good performance.

[JackThePlaya]

The mongering journey is a gamble. One day you're holding a winning hand, the next you're staring at a wasted hotel booking and blue balls.

The "Tajik" Disaster & The SA Vanisher.

A few weeks ago, I tried my hand at SA via a friend. I wanted to see if I could find a quality Indian. Instead, I got jerked around by a girl who couldn't tell time if her life depended on it. I can't stand tardiness and laziness, both of which were plentiful here. In my early days, I let an Indian SB go for the same reasons and regretted it. I tried to be more accommodating this time. Big mistake. After two wasted bookings and more excuses, I pinged my trusty mint manager. She had two new entrants: a cute Syrian and a Tajik / Irani mix. I went with the latter.

Sigh. Total lack of class. Back at the hotel room, tried to chat and things were just not clicking. The language barrier was a wall even Google Translate couldn't climb. To top it off, instead of pouring herself a drink, she straight up necked the vodka bottle and the mixer bottle.

When it came to the deed, the "No" list was long. No kissing, no BJ, no touching the tits or the kitty. I told her to GTFO. The second I started messaging the manager, she suddenly "remembered" how to give a BBJ. I was done, but I wasn't leaving empty-handed. I banged out a quick, cold one just to recoup the room cost, then kicked her out and binned the ruined booze.

The next morning, the SA Vanisher apologized with some "I was sleepy" story. I told her if she's serious, she can book the hotel and wait for me. Radio silence. Oopsie. Good riddance.

The Syrian Firecracker.

I needed to wash the taste of that disaster away, so I went back to the manager. She hooked me up with the Syrian girl and gave a solid discount for the trouble.

It was night and day difference. This one was bubbly, chatty, and actually into the vibe. A few whiskeys in and the fire started. We went straight into heavy, deep DFK that set the pace. Followed it up with a decent, short BBJ to get the engine running, and once the covers were off, it was game on.

She's a total machine. She didn't just take a pounding; she demanded it harder. I gave her everything I had, cycling through positions until I was spent. I've actually got bruises on my hips from how hard we were going. After a shower and another round of drinks, we went for Round 2. Ticked a Syrian / Lebanese mix off the list and finally headed home satisfied. Gave her a red tip for the good performance.

[JackThePlaya]

Given the current situation, is there ANY action going on? Are the clubs still open? "Operators" still "operatng?

Yeah still going on. Clubs are not as crowded as before though.

[Big Daddy 1906]

Given the current situation, is there ANY action going on? Are the clubs still open? "Operators" still "operatng?

[Raw Deal]

Hope everyone on here is safe and healthy.

[Noobster 21]

I was randomly texted by an agency that I messaged months ago and didn't even meet one of their girls if I wanted to meet someone today.

Seems like the current situation has made things quite rough for the girls. Anyone experienced something similar? Also thoughts if this is going to have any impact on the scene?

Yes I was contacted by many. Probably the current situation made.

Their business a bit low.

[Auh2145]

I was randomly texted by an agency that I messaged months ago and didn't even meet one of their girls if I wanted to meet someone today.

Seems like the current situation has made things quite rough for the girls. Anyone experienced something similar? Also thoughts if this is going to have any impact on the scene?