My Panyu Trip

[Faidenk]

It was the birthday party of a mummy and one of our acquaintances is her sugar-daddy, sort-of, and had invited about 20 or so of us to help celebrate her birthday. It must have gave her lots of 'face'. Most of us were not told until the end of the party so everyone, flushed with alcohol and devoid of any inhibitions, went up to the mummy to congratulate her as well as copping a feel of her ample bosom; I know I did, and dammed if I didn't feel her pushing her thigh against my groin in return.
As the guests came in separately and at different time, there were lots of opportunities to ogle at the girls on parade. There were about 12 of us in this room, the others were in a room directly across the narrow walkway. The room was large and could accommodate the 20-something of us and girls. When the girls came in on parade, they formed a row standing behind and a row kneeling in front. Front to back and left to right, there must have been 40 of them. I scanned briefly across every one and immediately picked about 3 for further investigation.
One had short dark hair, pretty with sharp chiseled features, looked confident of herself and I reckoned she mostly got her way with men. Her lips were unsmiling and even hinted a little of cruelty, I would love her to give me a spanking. She had huge beasts, 36C maybe even D. She'd be a good one to claim as a trophy.
The next one on my pre-selection list is a lanky Dongbei lass, you know the look. Silky long hair, cheekbones, nice filled-out bosom. Smiling while scanning us men and caught me looking at her a couple of times and gave me that 'look'.
The third one is a contrast to the previous two. She was kneeling in the front row and she stood out as being the fairest of them all, and her complexion glowed with health and a radiance I can't describe. Her blonde-streaked hair really sets off her rosy cheeks and although I tried to look at others, my attention always come back to rest on her and she knew she had me, she later told me. I didn't really look at the rest of her body. I smiled at her and beckoned her and she flashed her teeth.
She was a talkative one, I'll refer to her as HH, 22, 162cm tall, from Hunan, very fair of complexion, and get this, her armpits' naturally bare of hair, she showed me. Man, probably a hairless pussy, which I adore. Better still, slightly haired so I can once again apply my pussy shaving skills. She confessed she wished she had armpit hair, and said it looked and felt 'sexy' when I asked why.
With my limited Chinese, I was able to understand most of her accentless Mandarin and guess the rest, so conversation was 80% her way and 20% mine, but it seemed to work. The guy who invited us pointed out to me, a newbie there, that 2 zips are tailored into the sides of their uniform to allow access to their braless bosom. And to prove that, and as well as show the newbie that it's a done thing, he proceeded to unzip hers. She tried to siam good-naturedly so I 'rescued' her by putting my hands in there before he could, and whispered my apologies and said if I didn't do it he would. I did not took advantage of the situation by squeezing and did not leave my hands in there longer than neccesary and then helped her to zip it up. She thanked me and told me to go ahead if I felt like it. I told her I don't feel comfortable doing that and that it seemed so demeaning and disrespectful, you know, the usual bull. And told her my usual bull '如果你以为我这儿随便的话' followed by a hurt look and a long pause, '那儿你一点都没错', which got a laugh out of her and probably scored some more points as well - hah, a gentleman and a humorous one. What a catch.
We were oblivious to what the others were doing, we played dice, we talked, sang a couple of songs, sat close thigh to thigh, a sniff and a light kiss every now and then on her bare shoulders, until one of the guys, who drank too much and turned aggressive, threw a stool across the room, staggered around, threw a few more empty bottles on the carpeted floor but fortunately didn't break any. Everyone was cool and tried to ignore him and eventually he cooled down. What an fucking idiot.
I made a date to see her the next day, Sunday, I need to buy some medicine only available from a Chines pharmacy at the People's Square, so will meet her there at 1.30 Number 1 entrance People's Square MRT station.

Sunday 12.30pm, I sent a SMS "Are you still in bed?", to which she replied, "Already walking around at People's Square". I called and told her I'll be there in half an hour. She was waiting for me at No.1 entrance, like as she would. She locked arms with me and we walked to find that pharmacy along the Pedestrian Mall, Buxin Jie. That business over, I wanted to buy a few more Tommy Hilfiger long-sleeved sweatshirts at the Xiangyang Market and took the very-crowded underground 2 stations away. We ended up standing face to face in the packed train, me holding the overhead straps while she wrapped her hands around my waist. I swear even a monk would have reared his head in protest. Speaking of which, do you know that monks have erections only 3 times a year? However their erections last 4 months each time.

The distance from the exit of the train station to the Xiangyang Market is only about a hundred or so metres away and I swear we were accosted by at least 2 touts per metre to view their baobao (handbags), lolek wachi (Rolex watches). The market was so full of people we find it difficult to walk together with arms locked and settled for just holding hands, more than occasionally had to break hold to go forward. I quickly found a stall not far from the entrance with the Tommy sweatshirts and asked the girl how much, slashed it from RMB180 to RMB50, and told her I bought it the last time from her at this price, which was, of course, bullshit. I had bought them at RMB60 from I know not where. After a little posturing and threatening to walk away, she agreed and I bought 4 pieces. So now I know they could be bought for 40. Good quality stuff with a good brand name, worth every penny. All done in 10 minutes and we walked out.

On the way home, I kept running the seduction scene in my mind. The fact was that there really wasn't much seducing done. The moment the door closed, we were in each other's arms and sucking tongues. Before I left the apartment I had left the oil-heater in my bedroom on but had on purpose not heat the living room. She needed no invitation as I slid the bedroom door open. The room was heated to a comfortable 20C and the corner of my pure silk quilt was turned up invitingly. The room was warmly illuminated by the late afternoon winter's sun, filtered by the thick yellow, red, brown patterns of the curtains. There could not be a better setting for a seduction scene. We continued our tongue fighting on the bed, breathings getting heavier by the minute.

[Faidenk]

I brushed away her hair to give her a good ear lashing and to chew on her ear lobes. My, what small ears she has. The very narrow antitragus canal near the bottom of the ear tells me her pussy's tight. My excitement went up vertically one notch. She thrashing about now and pulled up her pullover to expose her breast to me. I clamped my lips onto her hardened nipples and licked and chewed on it while trapping it lightly between my teeth, one sneeze now and she'll be left with 1 nipple for life. Her tits are nicely formed as only a pair of 22 years old tits can be, firm, springy to the feel. For the fairness of her complexion, I was a mite disappointed at the darkness of her nipples, dark red instead of the pink I so desperately anticipated. I unclasped her bra at the back, she arc'd her back to allow me access, then moved down to undo her pants. I straddled her to take off my pants, my erection inches away from her face.

I sucked and licked her tits again and then slowly proceed south along her stomach. She stopped me saying she hadn't wash. I could see she had only a tiny turf of pubic hair down there. I palmed her generously fleshed pubic mount and played and twisted her pubic hair with my fingers, occasionally feathering her swollen clitoris. She urged me to 'do' her. I put on the condom and even though she was so tight, I slid in with no difficulty. Plunging slowly in and then out, I could feel her squeezing me, at times so hard it felt almost painful. She moaned and cried. She is the only one who cried while making love. It sure sounded a lot like crying. I don't know why but I just feel don't like coming this afternoon. When I felt she had her fill, I stopped because I was getting tired and 2, the bed was too hard for my knees. It felt like I was kneeling on plywood.

So I told her we would continue making love after dinner. I had told her of this Japanese restaurant at the 9th floor of Pudong Yaohan (Ba Bai Ban). For RMB 150 per person, one can order anything on the menu, including red/white wine, sake, beers, soju. At ala carte prices, the cheapest sashimi combo costs RMB150, so it's very good value.

That evening, we had 2 sashimi combo, 4 slices of everything they had on the menu, as well as repeat orders of favorite fishes. I love the grilled oysters on cheese, the salt-baked clams, the grilled sardine, the seasoned abalone and conch. We also had the vinegared seafood, tempura prawns, 3 flasks of warm sake. Since she doesn't like meat, I had a small portion of raw julien'd beef, Koren style and a sirloin teppanyaki, cooked to pink perfection in garlic and sake. Finally, although we're stuffed, we had a fried ice-cream which we shared - she just wouldn't believe me when I told her of ice-cream that's fried.
We staggered out of there.

On the way home. we stopped at the DVD shop near my apartment and picked up 5 Chinese comedies and horror stuff, so she wouldn’t be bored, she said, when I’m at work the next day, Monday. Ahhh… she intends to sleep over.

Back home and comfortably tucked in now, still too full for any strenuous activities, we talked. She’d lost her virginity to her first boyfriend. He was born to a wealthy family in the garment manufacturing business who objected to their romance. To cut to the chase, he was the type who would come home after work, showered, jumped into bed, tap you on the shoulders and said ‘Wo yau’ I want (sex), jumped on for 2 to 3 minutes, gets off and snored.

After the breakup she went to Guangzhou and met a Hongkonger. He was, by comparison to the first, a much better lover. At least there was some semblance of foreplay and occasionally she would climax. But he had a roving eye and an even hornier disposition and soon she kicked him out.

From these previous experiences, she’d vowed not to be too serious with any man again. I now see why she’d said she’ll only see me once a week – Sunday, when she doesn’t work. Every Sunday, she’ll buy ingredients and make Cantonese soups she’d learnt to cook while in Guangzhou for us at my place. She’s one lady wise beyond her years. She’s also said she doesn’t crave sex, although one would never know it from her cries, and had never gone out to seek it, unlike her friend she shares the apartment with. Now that’s interesting….

The conversation switched to our meeting. She confessed she really tried to catch my eye because she liked my appearance - middle aged, slight thicken midriff, She must have reckoned middle-aged men offers more stability security and don't have to fuck them too many times to keep them satisfied. I need to probe really further to extract the real reasons. So far she hadn't mentioned any money, even had said she just need some companionship because it's lonely for her at times. She confessed there's never a night go by when she don't have a customer. based on an average RMB 300 tips a night, and I suspect some take-away when she feels like it, she must have managed a comfortable RMB15K a month or more. It's only a guess but if she puts out more often, her earnings could really soar.

We put on a Chinese comedy Kungfu Mahjong, I think it was, starring the odd couple in Steven Chow’s Kung Fu and by the time it was over we were ready for some more loving. A quick shower in which she thoroughly scrubbed my back and me hers, plus some very erotic body to body soapy entwinement, we were ready. I licked her for all she was worth, I think she came at least 4 times just from the oral ministrations. She was a gusher, very wet. She was no starfish and had urged me over for a good old 69. She could be compliant a moment and proactive the next, taking me missionary and then taking charge and dictating the pace straddling me, then turn around to offer me doggy. I had a bit too much of the sake, too much alcohol does 2 things to me – up to a certain level, I can’t come and beyond that, I can’t even maintain an erection. Now I can’t come, even though I desperately want to. Finally I had to feign climax and slumped, really exhausted, over her.

We washed up, came back to bed and fell asleep naked.

Monday morning, I left her still sleeping as I left for the office. I came back during lunch and she made me accompany her to Ba Bai Ban supermarket. There she bought a couple of pig trotters, shelled peanuts, fresh shitake and white champignon mushrooms, some kind of Chinese leeks, some Sichuan 'la rou'. I didn't not accompany her home and went back to the office.

I left the office slightly earlier than normal and the aroma hits me when I opened the door. She was in bed laughing at another comedy she was watching. A long hug and a stirring of the loins but she jumped out of bed to cook the rest of the food.

The soup was absolutely delicious, flavoured by the 'la rou' which taste very much like the Italian parma ham, and the musky perfume of the mushrooms. The trotters were boiled just rightly, about to fall off the bone. Wonderful.

She'd stir-fried the leeks with sliced pork with some oyster sauceand ginger. I really love the sweetness and the garlicky flavor of leeks.

And finally she'd prepared my favorite Chinese vegetable, cucumbers. I have always maintained Chinese cucumbers are the best in the world. Flavorful, cool, and the ability to absorb and yet not be overcomed external seasoning. In a simple sauce of sesame oil, a little salt and Zhejiang black rice vinegar, the cucumber, flattened with the flank of the chopping knife and cut into 2 inch long pieces, tastes like heaven.

I showed my appreciation by eating more than I normally do.

I noticed the floors in the kitchen and toilet were wet and wondered why until she said she'd mopped the floor for me. It then occured to me she didn't know how to use my mop, one of those blue-sponged thingy with a lever for squeezing the sponge dry. She must have mopped the floor with it without squeezing it of water. But I didn't say a word about it to her. Next time I'll demonstrate its working, diplomatically.

After she'd cleared and washed the dishes, she insisted on doing it over my weak protests, she washed her face with my SebaMed and sat down to put on her makeup. Damn, there goes any chance of a quickie. Her makeup consists of applying some moisturizers and lipstick and, Oila! she's ready. A quick mua mua on both sides of my cheeks and she's gone, insisting I don't send her to the train station about 15 minutes walk away in -2C and 10kmp wind. It's really not hard to see things her way.

The next morning, I saw her SMS, received at 1.55am, that says"亲爱的我刚回到家你睡的好吗?我今天在你那里过的佷开心谢谢你带给我快乐!”. Don’t you just love Chinese girls?

[ChinaAlleWay]

Originally Posted by Faidenk

ays"亲爱的我刚回到家你睡的好吗?我今天在你那里过的佷开心谢谢你带给我快乐!”. Don’t you just love Chinese girls?

hmmm.... how come u guys had all the charm ?
is it becoz of the age ? hmmm...
anyway beautiful & good FR...

Have a Blessed Merry Xmas & Prospered New Year !

Chinaalleway !

[Ronaldo]

Originally Posted by Faidenk

The very narrow antitragus canal near the bottom of the ear tells me her pussy's tight.
The next morning, I saw her SMS, received at 1.55am, that says"亲爱的我刚回到家你睡的好吗?我今天在你那里过的佷开心谢谢你带给我快乐!”. Don’t you just love Chinese girls?

Yo Bro! How is Shanghai? Your thread still about Panyu but from the locations, I guess you should be in SHA now..

The earlobe thing.. I was told by a good buddy too.. Quite interesting..

If you need more company (not girls lahz..) in SHA, drop me an email, you still have right?

Do you still contact Bro R? (Not me lahz.. hehe)

Ahz.. the msg.. and the context, brings me back soooooo many good memories... Btw, I am back in Singapore and jobless.. sighz...

Enjoy the winter in SHA, although the snow just melts when they hit the ground..

[Ronaldo]

Originally Posted by ChinaAlleWay

hmmm.... how come u guys had all the charm ?
is it becoz of the age ? hmmm...
anyway beautiful & good FR...

Have a Blessed Merry Xmas & Prospered New Year !

Chinaalleway !

Age? What age? hehehe.. I also young lehz.. You dont humble lahz.. Killing all the innocent village girls in Yiwu right? hahahaha....

[Faidenk]

Originally Posted by ChinaAlleWay

hmmm.... how come u guys had all the charm ?
is it becoz of the age ? hmmm...
Chinaalleway !

I don't know what she sees in me honestly but she seems to have a thing for older men. I didn't ask but from what I gathered from her conversation, I might just be older than her father. In another situation, in another time, the two of us, her old man and me, we could be sitting down toasting each other with baijiu. Hahaha!

[Faidenk]

Originally Posted by Ronaldo

Yo Bro! How is Shanghai? Your thread still about Panyu but from the locations, I guess you should be in SHA now..

The earlobe thing.. I was told by a good buddy too.. Quite interesting..

If you need more company (not girls lahz..) in SHA, drop me an email, you still have right?

Do you still contact Bro R? (Not me lahz.. hehe)

Ahz.. the msg.. and the context, brings me back soooooo many good memories... Btw, I am back in Singapore and jobless.. sighz...

Enjoy the winter in SHA, although the snow just melts when they hit the ground..

Yup, have been in Shanghai for more than 6 months now, not really very interesting except for a few barbershop encounters to stave off the shivers, that's why you don't see any postings, until now.

As for Bro R, just rec'd news from HQ that the project with him is being revived, so I'm looking forward to meeting my princess in Panyu again.

Sorry to hear you're looking for a job but I'm sure your experience in the field will come in handy.

[Faidenk]

Hi all,
The previous story happened in Shanghai, where I am located. Sorry, should have changed the title to reflect that.


I had maintained contact by calling her twice during the 10 days I was away from Shanghai. Not much of conversationalist, especially on the phone, I told her I kinda miss her and that I would love to see her when I arrive in Shanghai. She knows it takes a lot out of me to say that, and is appreciative.

The plane touched down at Pudong at 3.10pm and by 5.00pm I stepped into my apartment. It had taken this long even though the Maglev sped along faster at 430 kph then when I left (300 kph), and also because the queue at the Immigration was horrendous. I had to elbow a Taiwanese who kept trying to squeeze in front of me.

At 5.20pm she called to announce I’m here, what’s your apartment number again? I left the door opened while I went into the bedroom to unpack. She arrived with a big smile, a long bear hug, some nibbling of lips. We broke off the exchange of bodily fluid to complete my unpacking. She helped and as a reward I handed her my X’mas present, a Estee Lauder perfume I got duty-free. I got another hug and a promise of better things to come.

I told her to rest while I take a shower, having been on the road since 7 this morning. On cue she hopped on the bed and made herself comfortable. After a refreshing shower, I stepped in the bedroom, towel around me, glad that the bedroom was adequately pre-warmed. I slipped under the sheets, letting the towel fall off and was disappointed to find her still dressed. She felt my shivers, pull me close and wrapped me with her arms and legs. That elicit a response from little Johnny who’d practically withdrawn and to leave behind a bunch of shriveled foreskin. It took a couple of minutes to warm up and by then her thigh could feel how much I missed her.

One thing led to another and the comforter ended up on the floor. Even though the bedroom could not have been more than 15C, I swear I was perspiring a little. Her entire body was flushed and she wore a little Mona Lisa smile in her sleep of exhaustion. I let the weariness of the entire day take over and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to the ringing of my mobile. It was a friend who asked if I wanted to shoot some pool and beer. I glanced at the clock, 7.30. OK, give an hour or so and we’ll meet at Face, over in Puxi. Face is a pub frequented mainy by expats at the Maoming Lu area. It is housed on the ground floor of a colonial bungalow, décor mainly South Asian influenced, music soft enough for conversations, lighting dim enough for intimacy and bright enough not to be sleazy. We put our names up on the board for pool and ordered our poisons. I whopped the asses of the other players there and even my Israeli opponent grudgingly had to acknowledge appreciation when I whitewashed him with 7 balls left. I pulled my hamstring while stretching and I limped off with HH at close to midnight, the next being a working day.

I was woken up by her at close to 5. Her being a night person, she couldn’t sleep. She switched on the TV while we talked. She talked of her ex-boyfriends, their characters and how her second and favorite was so very like me. But most interestingly, she revealed how her work at the KTV had finally robbed her of the last vestige of her innocence and naivety. Before, she would have been contented in her village in Hunan, to be married with kids, and to serve and wait on her husband. Now that she’s knowledgeable to the lecherous ways of men, she could see through every lie and excuse a man makes. How could she trust another again, she laments. I made no excuses for the sins of men and was just contented listening to her, occasionally interjecting with a Yes; I see; Hmmm…; to keep the conversation flowing along while I fiddle with her breasts and pussy mound outside her thermal wear. It must have gotten to her when she changed the subject to her ‘mingan difang’ (erogenous zones), her breasts and her pussy. I told her mine was along the underside of my cock, and I love to have my prostate massaged, and that I dreamed to shave her pussy (even though her pussy is really very erotic as it is, more later), and my balls licked and sucked (actually not really very much but while we’re at it, why not get everything on the list?)

Then I told her she must have more erogenous zones then just her tits and pussy and to let me help her discover herself. I will use my tongue to go over her body other than her nipples and pussy. It was a game she’s no good at and before long, begged me to tongue her favorite zones. *Sigh* what is a guy to do? Kneeling before her spread legs, I took a good long look at her beautifully shaped pussy. From clitoris to where the clit ends near the asshole, it could not have been longer than my thumb, about 7cm long. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see the single labia lips were nicely formed and not marred by dark edges. Her Mount of Venus is generously fleshed and is topped by fine down. It is about the only thing other than a baby I could described as ‘cute’. It is, without a doubt, the finest specimen of a human cunt I have seen. It was more than I could take and I hungrily devoured it, I licked, I teased and I probed with my tongue and used my third finger to tickle her asshole. She prompted me to shift my position to 69. A few times she had to stop sucking me to cry (did I mentioned that this young sweetie cries instead of moans?). She patted me on the buttocks when she had enough, I stopped, propped up besides her to let me her rest.

A few minutes of rest and she helped me put a condom on. Straddling her, I gave her 34C tits a good looking over. Even lying on the bed, her silky-skinned breasts still defy gravity as only a young girl can. She was right when she said her only dissatisfaction with her body was her breasts – she wished her nipples were less dark but that it could be fixed cosmetically, some girls at the KTV did. Actually, with a body like hers, I could really overlook this little defect, magnanimous that I am, but I told her many girls would die for a body like hers and she sort of ‘aw shucks’ and thank me for the compliment. And to show her I meant it, I gave her another long ministration of breasts appreciation which got her horny again. She told me she favored the in-out thrusts rather than the grind I prefer. I obliged and can sign an affidavit she's the tightest I have done.

Later, after adequately recovered from the extremely satisfying bout, she told me she seems to need more sex lately, and that she used to be able to go without sex and that I’m ‘hao huai’ - very bad, which I hope really means good. One chalk up for the old ego.

[Faidenk]

She had showered, dressed up and all ready to go. I reminded her not to forget the X’mas perfume I had gotten her while she struggled to get into her boots. Then I stood there looking at my wallet, should I or shouldn’t I? She certainly had not ask or even hinted for any money. I had not even compensated her for the taxi fares to my apartment which must costs a fair bit. If I want to compensate her, what would be the amount? I don’t want to appear miserly, nor do I want to open a floodgate and upgrade my status to an ATM. The only thing she’d specially asked for was that we’ll go to concerts when available, and although the tickets are not cheap, it’s preferable to cheapening our relationship with money. Before my train of thoughts was completed, she already had given me a quick peck on the lips and was out the door with a cheerful ‘bye bye’.

[Faidenk]

HH believes we are soulmates, ‘How could we be not when we’re so perfect for each other?’ Her line of reasoning is not wrong there, we’re so perfect in bed. We are completely compatible, like a well-tuned V8 engine, every single component is finely machined to a nth degree to achieve that growl, that sudden spike in the tachometer. She is completely shameless in bed, she kneads her breasts and plays with her nipples, licks her fingers and cries that unique cry of hers. I told her to play with her clitoris and she revealed it made her feel like a slut, and it excited her. This child, girl, woman, is open to any suggestions. She had even suggested a threesome. I had nearly choked when she said that. I did not say anything fearing a bait, there’s time enough to bring it up again at a appropriate time.

She is certainly opening herself up more every time I see her. The main dwelling point was her betrayal by her soon-to-be-husband who brought a woman back to their home for dinner, claiming she was a friend of a friend. Her woman’s instinct told her something was not right. She asked around and true enough, she was his lover and he had the audacity to bring his lover home. She got so mad she packed up and left without notice. That was a year and a half ago. That boyfriend somehow managed to get her mobile a month ago and has since been calling her everyday, pining like a dog for its dead master. She had told him many times over that things cannot be back as it was as though nothing has happened, and they could not get back together again. Still he tries. His loss, my gain.

After a wild night in which I had not more than 4 hours of sleep, I had made my way to work, eyes still blurry. I messaged her a while ago to see if she was still asleep. I’m up, she messaged back. I called her to let her know there’s a packet of instant noodle if she’s hungry. She complained of being sore all over in that husky, oh-so-manja voice of hers, that she’ll not stay over at my place again. Is that a promise? I asked, in response I received a tirade of protest – 你好怀的色鬼 – horny devil and other names. Listening to her voice, I felt an erection developing. For a middle-aged man, that is saying a lot, hell, I can’t even remember when it was I had a woody in the morning nowadays. She really so turns me on.

Last night was a marathon. It was one of those day in which I couldn’t come. Yes, it was frustrating on my part, but the joy I received looking at this child woman really besides herself makes me want to give her even more. The half Viagra I had taken earlier before she arrived at my apartment was till effective at 4 in the morning, our second and last tryst of the evening. We had started our first at about 11pm, after a long dinner party with a group of friends. She’d ridden me to her first come, and then I had her sit on my face to her second. I let her rest, while with her eyes closed, gently hold and massaged my dick to maintain my erection. Rested enough, she urged me to play with her lovely breasts again and we go at it again missionary-style until the hardness of the bed played havoc on my knees. We slept.

At 2.50 I woke up with a terrible dryness in my mouth. My sinus had forced me to breathe through my mouth. I rolled off bed, put on the robe (the type the master of the house wore in those 1950's Cantonese films) she had bought me today and went out to the living room to fill the empty 1.5L bottle with water from the water dispenser. I drank my fill and put the bottle back on the bedside table and went back to sleep. She rolled over to me, forced me to sleep close to her, like 2 spoons. It is hard not to respond rubbing up against such a luscious pair of firm, silky buttocks, and very soon, we were going at it again. I’m surprised at myself. The last time I had felt like this was probably 20 years or more ago. After having her fill, she took things into her own hands and proceeded to blow me, she wanted to do it till I come in her mouth. When I can’t, even after a long time, we talked, legs entwined. I let her know how much I want to photograph her in the nude, how it is a sin to keep such a heavenly body hidden. I promised I’ll keep her face hidden. She got into the heat of things and suggested we could even video our lovemaking. Wonders never ceased with this little angel. After this, I made another last attempt to come while she declared nobody ever made her feel like this before.

This has been a wonderful day of discovery. There has been a suggestion of a threesome, photo session, and I know the camera will love her, and even video. What a gem. She wants to sleep over again tonight and this old man is ready to face the challenge.

[oasis2002]

Originally Posted by Faidenk

“What’s up?” I asked. Boss said the girls have questions. It turns out the girls wanted to know how much they will be paid. I said 1K each. The girl who joined later, the prettier one, asked for more. Greedy bitch. 1K is a lot more than what she’d get in 2 months. I told her no, and told my boss. He agreed with me and told me to throw her out and if the other one bitches as well, to throw her out as well. Now, that’s why he’s the boss, decisive, ruthless, don’t take shit from no one. I turned back to pretty and told her OUT. She must have been so fucking confident to get her way she couldn’t believe what she heard. I went to the door, open it, handed her RMB200 for the evening’s tips, even thank her and quickly close the door behind her. Now I turned to the other one and asked if she agrees to the terms. She nodded and that’s that. Management won, labor lost.

hi faidenk, i've always enjoyed reading your postings(in the shanghai thread). lot of things and life experience to learn from you.

thanks for sharing!

[Faidenk]

Originally Posted by oasis2002

hi faidenk, i've always enjoyed reading your postings(in the shanghai thread). lot of things and life experience to learn from you.

thanks for sharing!

No need to thank me, I enjoy rambling along.



Her SMS this morning said, 'I'm so unhappy. I dropped the bottle of perfume you gave me'. Well, it's about time she called. The last time I saw her was Monday morning when I left for work, she was still sleeping in the apartment. She's still keeping to her promise of not seeing me more than once a week, so what she did in the meantime, I know not and did not pry.

I called her. Very soon she was wailing over the phone, accusing me of wanting to break up with her. I could only laugh which infuriated her even more. She said the broken perfume is a bad sign and a premonition we will break off soon. I told her she's being silly and I'll buy another bottle for her when I fly home for the Spring Festival. She reminded me how she had come to a whisker's distance of getting married. She has got cold feet 2 days before the marriage, packed and left for Shanghai. The jade pendant her fianc饠had given her had broken into pieces a week before.

I told her if she wants to, I'll see her tonight. She told me not to patronize her and that she's aware I'm a big se lang with lots of girlfriends. What the fuck is going on? Why has the conversation suddenly change direction? If this isn't evidence women are from Venus… I kept silent and after a long pause, she said she'll call me later when she's in a better mood.

Maybe she isn't so paranoid after all. On Wednesday night my boss told me to bring a German client out to dinner. I called my French buddy along to make up the numbers. After a good dinner, I brought them to a pub in Changyi Lu, Pudong. I had been there some 3 months ago and connected with the Annie, the lady manager there. Although she's only 25, she runs a tight ship . I tried my best to charm her and although I did not have the privilege of her warming my bed, she didn't hide that she likes me, always cuddling up with me and spending an unfair amount of time with me every time I patronize the place.

I hadn't seen her for about a month already and she was surprised to see me. She wished me a Happy new Year with a long hug, and ushered us up to the second floor where the pool table was. We played pool and this time I was a little surprised she even frenched me, and in front of her girls too. The German, actually he's Dutch but borne and brought up in Germany, was quite taken with a little chili padi. She's 5 foot nothing, cute like a pixie and such a slut in a cock-teasing way, not many laowai's managed to escape unscathed from an encounter with her, I've witnessed it lots of time there. They were so totally infatuated with her. I would too if Annie didn't stake her claim on me first.

I felt that she's getting more relaxed with me. I had often teased her about when I'll finally get to bed her. And she always said patience rewards. I've since learned to live with her cock-teasing ways and don't expect too much, loosen up a lot more and well, started to talk a lot more dirty with her than I used to. I guess the dirty talk is starting to wear her down. Once I told her if she's ever depressed and wants to kill herself, to call me before doing anything. Why? She had asked. Well, I told her, I can't do anything to reverse your depression but you can, before you die, at least make me very happy by letting me use your body. I swear the bruise on my arm lasted 2 weeks.

She was mostly, when not performing her chores, in my arms that night, me on the stool, thighs spread in a V, her back to me, ample buttock against my erection, turning around once in a while to lock tongues. The German was busy with his chili padi, while the French was busy playing pool with a newcomer in white. I had a few polite words with her (the newcomer in white, forgot her name) during an interval and ended with her punching her mobile number into my cell. I only remember it now but realized I had not saved it into the phonebook and the last called numbers were erased. The incident had not gone unnoticed and was politely questioned but not dwelled upon by Annie. I brushed it off jokingly but am not sure if any damage was done.

We had called for a final drink for the road at least 5 times and finally staggered out of there at 2.

Would she have followed me home had I remained at little less inebriated? We'll see soon.


Interesting opportunity just came up. 2 minutes ago, I received a call from a Xiao Xi, I was like 'Huh?' 'From the bar?' Oh, the girl in white, the one I had the numbers. She goes 'Just called to see when we can meet up'. I have a feeling she's a FL but what the hell, everybody's whoring here, some for money, some for love, others just for company, business, whatever, but she looks good and appeals to me. But right now, I have more on my hands than I can handle. HH might stay over tonight, if she does not, hehehe! (rub hands together). I told her I have prior appointments these weekend and would call her in a few days. She said great and sound disappointed?

[Faidenk]

Saturday, HH ignored all my calls. I’m not in a stalker mood yet so I let it go after about 3 calls at 2 hour intervals. I had wanted her to book a room for my boss, the German-Dutch guy who had such a fine time at Annie’s bar, and my shadow the French guy. Damn, I would have to go down there personally early to make a booking, not having their telephone.

With HH not answering my calls, there’s no chance for her to come for some afternoon delight, and I was feeling a little randy. Who should I call? Yuan Yuan (mentioned below) from the cheapie KTV or perhaps the masseur who massaged my pulled muscle. Although Yuan Yuan would probably be a better choice, I found myself calling Ah Zhen. She was at my door in 10 minutes. I let her in, and offered her a bowl of just ready, piping-hot pork ribs soup with pepper grains, carrots, radish, onions, garlic with lots of baby mushrooms. After washing up, I let her into the only heated part of my apartment, the bedroom. We smooched on the bed and she regretfully told me her relatives’ visiting, but there is no reason for me not to ‘fang-sung’, relaxed. My sentiments exactly. I pulled my shorts down, and she got to work. I slipped my hands into her, OMG, coconut-shell inspired bra, to find a nipple. Where’s the cake? I don’t want just the icing. It really took an effort just to maintain my erection. I don’t want my disappointment to show and tried to show enthusiasm by tweaking and caressing her nipples. She closed her eyes while biting her lips. I asked her when was the last time she had sex. She gave it a thought and replied about 6 months, when she’d visited her husband and kid back in Fujian.

So I thought to do her a favor. I reached down between her thighs and stimulate her as best as I could through her panty and pad. To my credit, she did managed to get it off and had to pause to catch her breath. And to her credit, I also got off, having to close my eyes and imaging making love to HH.

I put RMB200 into her coat pocket and she left, I think, for the last time.

HH finally called me back at about 5pm. I told her to make a booking for a room to accommodate 4 of us. She text back a short while later booking’s confirmed and we should try to be there early because lots of girls have already left for home for the Spring Festival. Being the organizer, I arrived promptly at 9. My boss and the German guest were still having their dinner and I would not expect them until 10. The French guy is also having dinner elsewhere but he’s so lecherous, I suspect he’d rather cut his dick off than spent a minute more than necessary at a boring business dinner.

I was ushered into a room large enough to sit 12 persons but what the hell, we are 8. It was super-heated and I requested for it to be turned down to a comfortable 18C. A bottle of Chivas here goes for RMB800, buy 2 and get a third free, no extras for the fruits and nuts. RMB 300 for the girls and mamasan, RMB200 for the in-room service and another RMB100 for the waiter. Takeaway is between RMB1300~1500, inclusive of taifei (bar fine). And a nude dancer can be arranged for RMB200, more on this later.

Compare this to a cheapie KTV in Pudong I went to recently, this was expensive. There were 6 of us, drinking close to 3 cartons of beer, 375ml size. Bill came to RMB500 for the room and beer. We were told specifically not to spoil the market by paying more than RMB120 to the girl! I couldn’t help it and slipped mine RMB200. Sure, the girls don’t dress up as nicely but they were of acceptable quality and there were even a few stunners. And, the girl who sat with me did show promise and did call me a few times, unfortunately I was having my hands full at the moment. More of this in another story.

I called HH on her mobile to tell her I’ve arrived. Meanwhile, a good looking Nanjing girl came in, our in-room service girl for the evening; better not wander too much, not here, not now, not when I don’t want to lose HH yet. She’s absolutely what the doctor ordered, she’s a stunning body, the tightest pussy, the best I had in bed and someone who knows what makes me go 0 to 100 in 2 seconds flat, and she’s a true multiple orgasmer if I ever see one, although she complains a lot about her backache. She’s getting into me so much a short phone call with her makes me wet.

HH came in. She still looked stunning to me despite of our growing intimacy of the past few weeks. Seeing her in the black bustier brings back memories of our first meet. She gave me a hug, a long one, and I asked myself what have I done to deserve such an angel. I asked her why she’d ignored my calls and she said she’s trying to avoid complications, I understood what she meant and left it at that. I took from my wallet and gave her what I wanted to do sometime back without making it look like payment for services rendered, I handed her RMB1000 and said something for the New Year. It is not much considering that other than the RMB400 I gave her that first meeting 3 weeks ago, and the bottle of perfume, I had not given her anything and she hadn’t gave any indication that I should.

The others arrived and we do what people do in a KTV. We sang, badly, we danced and groped (of course HH and myself, we were beyond this already). The French guy, I think he must have smoked a joint just before – he’d selected the worst, in my and HH’s opinions, looking girl on lineup, and was now going down on her panty-clad pussy at the far end of the long sofa. The girl was game for his antics, I was surprised he didn’t ended up screwing her there and then. To spice things up I asked for the nude dancer. There were 2 dancers available that night, one I had already seen the last time, with a gorgeous body, perky tits and a curvy butt J-Lo would be envious of, and another older but ‘gamer’ girl who speaks English. I opted for the older dancer because my guests, all lao-wais, would perhaps appreciate it more, while she dances around nude, caressing her own tits and fingering herself, dancing on their laps, their faces drown between her surprisingly firm D tits, pussy gaping 6 inches from their slobbering mouths, if she speaks in English. What the fuck was I really thinking?!

We should pay the French guy instead of the dancer because he provided all the entertainment. The moment the dancer went up to him, he prompted her up to the sofa. With her hands on the wall, he proceeded to eat her pussy. The 3 of us, all the other girls had to leave the room for the show, stared in aghast. He then sucked and licked her breasts. By the time she came round to us, none of us had the appetite anymore. So she just did a perfunctory routine and went back to the French, where she was most appreciated. My boss slipped her RMB300, 100 more than norm.

We asked for the bill which came to exactly RMB800. I asked for ‘fa-piow’ to include tips. My boss paid RMB1700 in all and received RMB3000 in ‘fa-piow’. He was pleased.

HH came home with me and it was another awe-inspiring night.

[Faidenk]

I woke up first at 10.30, showered and went to the supermarket a 20 minutes walk away. I had promised her a home-cooked lunch and also satisfy her cravings for hairy crabs. The hairy crab season is over but there's still plenty on sale. Off-season crabs don't have that much eggs or milt, is the difference. Personally I find hairy crabs over-hyped skinny crabs. I don't go for the roe or milt as they're too rich for an old man like me; but even if I do, give me the huge Australian or Sri Lanka mud crabs anytime, in season, these have, gram for gram, heavier roe anytime. But I go for the sweet flesh. My second fav would be the live flower crabs, but they have to be big which are quite scarce in the market.

By noon, I had the whole meal wrapped up. I woke her up to the fragrance of my chicken curry. I had brought the curry paste from back home. It was expensive, heavy but worth every single cent when she smelled it and asked, what is that, 好香?

Our plans for the rest of the day were 1. to deplete ourselves of any remaining lust 2. relieve her backache, which she insisted was my doing, at the blindman massage.

There is a noticeable trend with my encounters in Shanghai. By the third time I bed a girl, some even the first time, boredom sets in and I find myself a weary and uninterested any more. I don't even want the girl to stay overnight once I have my evil ways with her. We have nothing in common other than carnal pleasure and even then, it decreases incrementally each time we meet until it becomes more a chore. All that remained is a hastily devised excuse and then it's over. Most times the feeling is mutual and I think they were just as relieved as me to call it quits, except for one barbershop girl who seemed not to get it at all. She had a cute face, leggy but her tits were somehow 'hollow', as though having a portion of the glands were removed. I had to call security below and not allowed her up.

Not so with HH. She's bright, she knows what she wants in life. She's given herself another 1 year doing this and has a plan she wants to execute in 6 months' time. She has recently met a Chinese businessman, older, married, and rich and who'd offered to help realize her plans to set up a business and no, she hasn't warmed his bed yet. She has a bubbly personality and a very optimistic outlook in life. I think she'll succeed. We discussed in bed what she'll do if he turns out to be another lemon in bed? She thinks he will turn out to be one. I was thinking like, maybe I could be doing something on the side here. At once she knew where I was leading to and told me 'not to even think'. She said there is no greater insult than letting a man 'wear a green hat', cuckolded, and she'll just have to accept her fate and make do with a vibrator. Did I say she has a great sense of humor as well?

I sighed and have to accept her reasoning. This is my 4th rendezvous with her and far from feeling bored, my libido has actually increased. I can't remember when I was so sexually active. Because HH refused to see me more than once a week, I actually have to call for outside help to run the relief effort, in the form of Liuli, who's now back in her village for the Spring Fest; Ah Zhen who has given me a private home massage for the last time; Yuan Yuan who I'll will explore the possibilities with probably this week or Xiao Xi with whom I'm hesitating because I don't know her game yet. But HH will remain my staple diet, she's the best thing I have so far and prime meat like this just don't turn up on the table every day.

At the back of my mind, there is always a suspicion she might be playing some mind game and the introduction of this 'businessman' is to apply some subtle 'pressure' on me. If she is, she's playing it at the highest level and I have really, really underestimated her. Be that as it may be, circumstances dictate the possibility of my ever playing in her game extremely remote.

Less I'm mistaken for a chauvinist for my language, I want to state I love women. They are the best. Ever.

Not all masseurs at the Blindman Massage along Zhangyang Road, Pudong are really blind. Lau-Da, he claims everyone call him that because he's the oldest and biggest sized there, is really extremely myopic and would only be able to distinguish whether you're male or female at an arm's length. This particular parlor is well patronized by the Singapore Airline crews, their hotel just across the road at the Pudong Intercontinental. HH has insisted I treat her to the body massage there every Sunday afternoon because '坏人做事坏人当', a play on'一人做事一人当'. I go for the reflexology and although they are priced a little more expensive (RMB65/hour for reflexology and RMB140 for body massage) than others, they are worth it for the dedication and expertise.

[Faidenk]

Things have now settled to a routine with HH. About everything there is to be discovered, has already been. That sense of familiarity, of being a ‘couple’ pervades. Soon, I guess, petty quarrels would follow, and I dread that because it signals the end of the relationship is nigh. Perhaps the feeling is mutual. She commented on my grey hairs and pimples on my arse. Her habit of eating loudly I had found irritating and I don’t find her farts cute anymore. Yup, familiarity, is what it does to you. But the sex is still ground-shakingly great and that’s all that’s still keeping this fragile union together. And how can it not be? With her sensuous femininity that still lingers of teenage innocence, her wide-eyed disbelief of her ever achieving multiple orgasms and her ever diminishing bashfulness in the art of pleasing her man.

I had come back to Shanghai a couple of days prior to the end of the Spring Festival, I had promised HH to bring her to Hangzhou. She had some, probably neurotic, fantasies about the place, harping not a few times about settling there when she’s ‘old’, for crying out loud, she’s only 23.

Anyway, I packed my Xiangyang market knockoff Diesel sling bag with some overnight things and off we went by the underground to Xujiahui. The underground is Shanghai is actually a very interesting place. Beggars board the trains to beg, I regularly see this old woman asking for alms on the Number 2 line; pesky boys distributing discount airfare business cards whether you want them or not, even stuffing them into your pockets if you’re within reach. There must be some kind of network among the city couriers, I’ve often seen groups of them exchanging mails and parcels through the railings so those already inside the paid sections do not have to get out to deliver the dispatches. When the trains are packed I imagine it must be quite a gropers’ paradise, I don’t take the train to work so I have no first-hand experience.

Xujiahui is quite a nice neighborhood with lots of small restaurants and shopping centers, and yet without that ‘downtown’ look. The bus terminal is a short walk away and it was packed with people. I hate being in crowds like this and don’t even know where to start to squeeze in there. HH must have sensed my apprehension and ordered me to you stay! sit! Being Chinese, she and a billion others are used to shit like this and she was out with 2 tickets to Hangzhou within 20 minutes.

Nothing lulls me faster to sleep than being on a bus and I woke up a good 2 hours later to find us on the fringe of Hangzhou city. We took a taxi from the bus terminus to Xiwu Lake. She went wild over the lake, to me it was, like, yeah, wow, Xiwu Lake *suppress a yawn*. The weather wasn’t too kind with a steady 30kmp wind, chilling me to the bone. A tour around the lake in those tourist boats suddenly looked inviting to me, with their enclosed cabins, it’s shelter from the wind. I bought 2 RMB45 tickets and boarded one of the waiting boats. It’s hard to feel enthusiastic like her when you’re shivering. I’m the worst kind of tourist one can get, you know the type. 3 years in Sydney and I didn’t even get up the Centrepoint, 2 years in Amsterdam and if not for the fact I worked in one of the Chinese grocery emporium for a short stint, I probably wouldn’t have entered Chinatown. On the other hand, how many tourists can boast of sharing a joint with one of Amsterdam’s best known poet? Or having unfettered access to judges’ chambers at the Sydney High Courts?

An hour and a half later, with the boat ride broken up by a short, hurried walk around some islands with some obscure temple-like buildings on it, the ride was over. By then the sky was turning dark and the wind more bitingly cold. We walked into the first restaurant boasting authentic Hangzhou food we saw. Hangzhou food is much milder than the oily, greasy rubbish they passed for food in Shanghai. Even the Tong Bo Rou, if you scrape the fatty tissue off like me, is edible. The Longjing (Dragon Well) tea, grown and hand-picked around Hangzhou, is famous for its subtlety, but to me, it’s refreshing and helped to banish the chills and grouchiness from my body.

Unfortunately, the restaurant was a corner away from a touristy street, you know, old restored Chinese shophouses, selling touristy stuff, from Chinese fans to hand-crafted ‘jade’ stamps, to names on a grain of rice type of rubbish. Things that end up in some forgotten box in the storeroom. So all those Longjing tea warmth evaporated and I endured another hour pretending to look interested. She, on the other hand, bought a souvenir I thought no imbecile would want, a wind chime made with sea-shells and topped with a dried up starfish, something not even remotely related to land-locked Hangzhou, like buying Persian carpets from Hawaii. But I knew any comment on my part would be sorely unwelcomed and prayed she, as women are wont to ask, won’t ask me, ‘Isn’t this cute?’ If she noticed I had not offered to carry her ‘thing’ in my Diesel bag, she made no mention of it, and walked, infuriatingly, as cheerful as ever.

Finally she hailed a cab and told the driver where to go. Some 20 minutes and RMB30 later, we arrived and the driver said, we’re here. I looked out, dark and nothing. Do they have some hotels around here, she asked the driver. The driver made a 3 point turn and drove into a driveway and pulled up at the Lingyin Resort. Tiny dandruff-like snowflakes were whirling around in the wind-swept driveway. Why did she choose this God-forsaken place instead of a hotel in town? The hotel was obviously empty but the receptionist was oblivious to this fact and quoted us RMB450 for the twin-bedded room. She twitched her nose at my request for a discount and HH’s request for a double bed. This shameless wanton pair, she must be thinking. Little did I know this was the famous Lingyin Temple resort and people come here from all over to pray. Still, it doesn’t give the little bitch of the receptionist any high moral ground. I wanted to turn away and get back to the city, where I could at least have my poisons in a bar. Man, this place is depressing, to say the least. But the taxi’s gone. I walked away to the toilet and hope my absence will lighten the situation. It obviously worked. HH was delighted to tell me the room is now RMB255 with discount but no double bed is available.

The room was what I expected, a shithole. Discolored tiles, stained toilet bowl, and the one telltale sign of a badly-run Chinese hotel – underpowered light bulbs. For the first time, we went to sleep without making love, and on different beds.

The next morning, we walked out of the hotel into a completely different scene from the night before. There were at least a dozen tour buses in the hotels compound, and hundreds, no, thousands of people milling about, all devotees going to the Lingyin Temple.

Lingyin Temple is more than 1500 years old, founded by an Indian monk, Hui Li. A highlight of the temple is to rub the belly of the stone Buddha in the temple but you know the Chinese, like Singaporeans, are rather kiasu, so they rub the belly of every Buddha they come across. Several ‘guides’ along the way volunteered information without our asking – follow this path to wash your hands before going to the temple and like sheeps, we did, to find that they were also hard selling joss-sticks. I’m not only a non-believer but also a born skeptic so was able to resist the cajoling but poor HH was coerced into buying a rather large packet. I resisted the urge to laugh at her. Other ‘guides’ came along us to offer information, and told us no charge, wow, such charity, my foot. There’s a catch somewhere. I refused all of them, some even a bit rudely. HH was a little alarmed at my brusque manners. She saw later I was right when we saw a couple arguing with their ‘guide’ about being forced to pay for unwanted photography services.

On a less crowded day I would have enjoyed walking around the historical temple but today, I told HH to go in the temple alone while I waited outside and perv at the girls.

Buying the tickets for our journey back to Shanghai was another ordeal. More people at the bus terminus. Worst, the computer system broke down, patience wore thin, tempers flared, queue jumpers were shouted and sworn at, and several confrontations almost led to fist fights. I stepped aside to let HH do her thing. We slept our way back.

That night, in my apartment, our love-making returned to its pre-Hangzhou intensity. To both our relief, we haven’t lost it, yet. In between bouts, she expressed her desire to have a kid by 28 or 30. And the shocker, that if she can’t find a man she liked by then, would I be kind enough to provide the genes? I hmmm’d and humm’d, hoping that she would take it as a positive reply, but she pressed for an answer. I had no choice but to give it to her straight. You’re young, 23, the future is all before you. What do you want an old man like me for? In 10 years I’ll be 60 and will look like your grandfather. In fact, you shouldn’t even be going out with me now. But I only want your sperm, not marriage, she argued. I laughed at her, with your looks, even at 30 you’ll still look quite good if you don’t fatten up. Lots of people back at my home love MILFs (I explained to her the term), so go there and take your pick. At 60, I still like 23 year-olds, you’ll be too old for me. Hahaha! And so I parry away the potentially sensitive situation. Now she calls me 'Xaogong' instead of Laogong, xaogong meaning horny bastard or something equally endearing.

Under any other circumstances, I might have enjoyed Hangzhou, even the Xiwu Lake. After this little experience, I’ll never go anywhere during national holidays, why pay premium prices for slipshod services, and share breathing space with 1 billion other demanding people on the go.