Leaving just after midnight the day before Thanksgiving, I got into Manila before noon on Thanksgiving. After watching a couple of movies, in the course of which about 25,000 actors got killed in a wide variety of ways, and enjoying a pretty good dinner, I slept. Since the flight left at midnight, and flew west, I got a good sleep on the plane. An hour and 20 minutes to change planes in Hong Kong, and then more sleep most of the way to Manila.
A car from Pacific Breeze picked me up, and the ride to Angeles was uneventful. I stopped at Norma’s to change some dollars, and got settled in and cleaned up at the hotel. Hooked up my new iPad (which I ended up returning when I got home, it just didn’t work for me), got email working, and I was all set.
Pacific Breeze had a Thanksgiving dinner available to its guests, and I made the 6:00 serving. The turkey was excellent, better than I usually got at friends’ dinners back home, and the whole meal was well-done. I sat with a guy around my age, apparently retired who spent a month or so twice a year in Angeles. Nice guy, but I didn’t cross paths with him again.
After digesting the meal, I took a spin around to see what was going on. Santos street was relatively dead, but Raymond Street was a little more lively, and I immediately saw a cutie at Prince of Wales. I sat down and had a quick drink with Angelyne, who had arrived he day before from Manila. She seemed sweet and innocent, and since I was looking for a little spinner like her, I took her back to the room.
She was sweet and innocent, maybe too innocent. She didn’t know how to give head very well, even with some coaching, so I just went into the usual couple of standard positions and came quickly (as usual when I just get into AC).
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I went to bed on the early side, to try to minimize jet lag. That actually worked pretty well. I slept late, and walked up to Marguerita Station for some breakfast. On the way back, I picked up a few drinks and a bottle of tequila at JJ market.
A little later, I started walking up Fields to see what had changed (if anything) since my last visit. I ducked into a few bars along the way, without sitting down, until I came to Emotions. There, I had a drink, and the server girl—woman—started molesting me I always wear loose shorts to make molestation east, and Jane took advantage. Meanwhile, I was focused on Cathy dancing, and I called her over for a drink, and of course bought Jane one. I didn’t think Jane was that attractive, but her hands were so talented they overrode such concerns. I barfined them both.
Although sometimes my little head leads me to hasty choices that I regret once I get back to the room, especially at the beginning of the trip this was not one of those times. Although (or perhaps because) the girls were in their thirties—which I didn’t realize until we were talking later in the room—they were quite skilled and fun. Cathy liked licking me all over while Jane was sucking on me or riding me, which was really nice. Both were BBJ experts. We enjoyed several hours of fun before I sent them on their way.
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I went back into the bar once a couple days later to see if Cathy was available, since I enjoyed her unusual licking-me-all-over technique, but Jane was on top of me before Cathy came out (it was her day off; I should have gotten her number—it didn’t occur to me that Jane would get in my way). So I passed.
Anyway, after they left, I called Marla, one of my favorites from the last trip, and arranged for her to come over the next afternoon.
Afterwards, I cruised the Fields bars, stopping into several for a drink, passing on several others after a peek inside. None of the dancers come over to molest me (one server girl flirted), and I didn’t see anyone compelling enough for me to push myself for one more.
The next day, I walked up to Marguerita Station again for breakfast, which became my daily ritual. I texted Marla to set up her arrival a couple of hours later. Marla was one of my favorites from the last trip. She had brought over friends and her sister to share the partying, but she was the standout—great spinner body, sweet, sweet, sweet—and skilled the way I liked it. And she wasn’t “working” much if any, just staying home with her two kids. Her mother wouldn’t even let her go out at night, although we managed a couple of times.
We spent a while chatting and catching up, and she told me about the fall-out she had had with Tess, who had introduced us. I didn’t completely understand what the big deal was, but they had been best friends and were no longer on speaking terms. I had kept more in touch with Tess than Marla since the last trip, but Tess wouldn’t tell me what happened. I planned to see her soon.
I really enjoyed my time with Marla. She’s about 30, with two kids, split up with her husband soon after the kids came; he’s gone. We spent all afternoon together, in and out of bed, playing with each other and talking. She was just so easy to be with, and so sexually satisfying.
I saw Marla every other day or so, spending long afternoons with her. Her mother didn’t want her going out at night, and afternoons worked fine for me. She lived a few blocks from the hotel, so I would walk her home, usually a little after dark.
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For a little second-hand drama, I tried to get Marla to reconcile with Tess. Tess had been my prime girl on the previous trip, and had introduced me to Marla, her best friend (among various other girls she brought into our bed). I had been in infrequent touch with Tess between trips; the last time I talked with her, she had told me not to ever see Marla again because Marla had done something terrible. But Tess wouldn’t elaborate.
Tess was involved with some guy (again—I had blurred her face and changed her name in my report to protect her in that last report since she was engaged to a serviceman) and living some distance from AC. I really liked Marla, so of course I called Marla first when I got to AC. She told me that what had happened between them was something I regarded as not worth loosing a best friend over, so I made a date for Tess to come over for lunch (and fun). Marla was ready to come over and make up, but Tess did not want to repair the relationship. She was adamant that Marla had deserted her and her boyfriend when they took her to Palawan with them to take care of Tess’s kids (and presumably, Tess’ boyfriend). Marla got homesick or something and went back to AC. That was it, grounds for terminating a deep friendship. I tried for a while to persuade Tess to make up—the situation was really hurting Marla—to no avail.
So, we just went back to my room, and Tess refreshed my memory as to why she had been my number one girl before. But I was no longer that interested in her and her bitchy attitude, so one tryst was enough. Anyway, she’d gained some weight and signs of aging, which came along with the additional baby she’d had a few years back.
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I hooked up with Sancho a number of times between our respective sessions to compare notes, and saw Sukhumvitter a couple of times. I got together with James, either for dinner or a late drink, every night but one.
I had a great time with the girls from Raymond Street (mostly) and Santos Street. Since I mostly pulled from the BJ bars and spent time with Marla, I ended up well under my budget when I left AC—I was thinking ”you only live once” when I set that budget, $6,000 for 3 weeks.
I had multiple sessions with Trixie, both alone and with Hannah or Sandra; they were from Wild Bar at the corner of Santos and the street leading to Pacific Breeze.
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Princess was a little spinner cutie from the narrow bar on Santos Street near Swiss Chalet, I think it was Sheaven. She was indeed a tasty treat.
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From Raymond Street, I had good luck with Lovely Paradise. One day, I spotted lovely Jeraldine, and had a drink with her. She suggested I take her sister Desiree along with us, and that worked out quite well. They were wild and nasty, and worked well together.
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The only bad experience I had was with Jane, who was one of the prettiest girls I found on Raymond Street. Unfortunately, she wanted me to use some kind of rubbery tube-like thing before she would even touch me with her mouth, so I had to send her away.
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Since I had had such luck in previous trips with HoneyKo’s, I went out there to see what was available on my third day. A tall, slim girl was dancing wildly and provocatively on stage, a total contrast to the vast majority of girls in the various gogos I had popped into (briefly, since they were mostly too boring to stay for a drink). I called her down for a drink, and she got physical. So of course I barfined her; although she was a little short in the facial looks department, it seemed she would make up for it in performance. And she did.
Sheila was wild in bed, vocal and responsive, and pretty aggressive sexually (in a good way). Other than an occasional reminder about getting those buck teeth out of the way, she gave great BBBJ and BLS. She was good enough in bed that I spent several nights (and mornings) with her (only one other was a barfine, when I took three).
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I had caught a glimpse of another tall, slim girl with a really nice body playing pool at HoneyKo, and Sheila said it was her cousin. So I came back to the bar a couple days later to look for the cousin.
On the way, I stopped into Pony Tails. I didn’t plan to barfine, as I had designs on Sheila’s cousin, but I saw a cutie that (out of a lot of girls) started paying particular attention to me while she danced, including putting something extra into the dancing beyond what the other girls were doing while looking at me.
I eventually called Mina down for a drink, and she asked me to barfine her right away. She said her shift was ending and she needed money to feed her baby. Somehow, I thought she was sincere, and I asked her how much she needed. She said 500 pesos. After some discussion about how she could come to my room without a barfine, I gave her 250 pesos, and told her I would call her tomorrow, perhaps she could come over before she went into work.
On to HoneyKo, I saw Sheila, and told her I wanted to barfine the cousin. Sheila said her cousin, Jobel, was not interested in barfining, even together with her. Oh well, my mind was set on a threesome, so I asked Sheila to pick someone and I’d barfine them both.
Sheila called Jessie over. Jessie wasn’t really what I was looking for, as she wasn’t slim (and I was into slim girls at that point), but she had a nice chest and a good personality so I said OK. At that point Jobel decided she would like to join us, so what the hell, I barfined all three, it was my birthday-eve.
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We had a great time, although Jobel was a little shy about joining the other girls on my body. The others were good at taking direction and doing me together. I particularly enjoyed Jobel for BBFS (she really has a great body), and Jessie worked BBBJ really well with Sheila.
BIRTHDAY PARTY DAY
When I turned 60 in AC, I had a little party with six girls, one for each decade. Although the girls were not strangers (each had partied with me and one other, at least, some more than one), that was too many girls to manage very well. So for 68, I had decided to do 6.8 girls sequentially (Trixie is tiny, she was going to be the .8, and had promised me her pussy instead of just BBBJ for my birthday).
Sheila stayed overnight from my foursome, but had to leave by 9. We got up at 7 to celebrate the beginning of my birthday-day; she was the first of 6.8. And she got the day off to a very satisfying start, although I didn’t come with her—too early. While she was in the bathroom, I called Mina, and arranged for her to come over at 10.
Mina arrived promptly, and we got down to business right away. She was a sweet girl with a really nice body, which I think was the main attraction along with her dancing, because I realized that she wasn’t that pretty. She certainly wasn’t into slutty sex the way some of the girls were. She performed adequately, nothing special, but she had a lovely body that enhanced the visuals.
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After Mina left, I went up to Marguerita Station for my regular breakfast, and hung out for a while to recover. Then I went down Raymond Street to look for Jeraldine and Desiree (whom I had enjoyed the day before); Jeraldine was there but said Desiree was sick. She had another sister (!), Julia-Ann. No interview necessary, Jeraldine herself would have been enough for me, which is why I was looking for her again.
Back to the room, we had a really torrid session, the girls were super-hot. They piled on me with 2xBBBJ, to get me going. I came inside each of them, although the second time I was trying to hold back to save something for Marla later on, as I can’t always count on being able to come three times in a day—sometimes it’s three or even four, sometimes it’s only one or two. I wish I were 60 again ☺.
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In the middle of the action (actually, during a break), there was a knock on the door. For some reason I decided to answer it. Grabbing a towel, I opened the door a crack….
Thanks, Pacific Breeze.
After the girls left, I showered and called for Marla to come over. We spent the afternoon by the pool, which gave me time to recover. After a little romp, we went to Azurro (above Camelot) for a delicious dinner. This is an excellent restaurant, perhaps the best in AC (although I certainly did not try all of the reputedly good places). The pasta dish with huge prawns was one of the best I’ve had.
After dinner, we repaired to my room, and this time I was able to come with her skilled fingers tickling my balls as she rode me. Exhausted, I walked her home, and on the way back, arranged for Trixie and Sandra to come over later (Hannah was on her period, and Trixie recommended Sandra). I took a nap for a couple hours.
Well before midnight, I went down the street to collect Trixie and Sandra. They tried valiantly, but could not make me come a fourth time. Trixie had managed to do what I thought impossible on a previous night, so I had high hopes; they kept me hard but I couldn’t finish. Not that I minded, they kept me in ecstasy for a long time
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A couple of days before I was supposed to leave, I met Mae at Lovely Paradise while trolling Raymond street. I had a drink with her, but couldn’t take her because I had a date scheduled to show up soon. I was impressed with her, and got her phone number. The next day, my last, I called her around noon, and she came over rather than going to the bar (so no barfine).
I was so delighted with her sweetness and sexuality that I wanted to stay longer to get more. But it was my last day, and I was scheduled to have Marla come spend the night. Then an idea dawned on me: I have been wanting to go to Palawan—why not take Mae, as I understood that mongering was not really available on Palawan. And then I’d get more of her too.
She agreed to come, and I spent a few hours making arrangements, determining whether to go to El Nido (on the north tip of the island) or Puerto Princesa. I booked a package through the hotel for Puerto Princesa, at what I considered a very reasonable cost (about $300 each all inclusive) that included several tours on the island over two days and two nights.
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Marla came over around dinnertime on my last night, and we went to Azzuro again. That’s got to be one of the best restaurants in AC. Sukhumvitter joined us briefly before exploring some clubs; we went back to my room and did what we do so well together. I had gotten special permission from her mom for her to sleep over, and it was a very enjoyable evening.
I told Marla she had to leave at 6:30 AM, because I had to leave at 7:30. Of course, I didn’t mention that Mae was coming over at 7 for our Palawan adventure. That wasn’t a problem, we even got up a little early for a proper farewell. I’m still missing Marla.
The driver that the hotel arranged drop me off at Terminal Four, assuming that I was going onto an international flight; I didn’t know any better. The flight to Palawan left from Terminal Two, which was for intra-Philippine flights. And Terminal Two was not near Terminal Four the way terminals are set up in any other airport with which I am familiar. It was a 300-peso taxi ride, and it seemed like we drove halfway through the city. I have no idea how that airport was set up. Anyway, despite worrying about being late, we were in plenty of time to solve the next problem—even after waiting in line half an hour.
When Mae gave her ID at the ticket counter, the agent wouldn’t honor her ticket because “Mae” wasn’t the name on her ID, but was the name on the ticket—that was the only name I knew. In fairness, when I asked for her last name, it didn’t occur to me to ask her if “Mae” was her real first name. After many long minutes of conferring among various personnel, they approved her ticket.
We landed in Palawan, and a van picked us up to take us to our “hotel.” This was a small facility, with perhaps a dozen rooms at most and a dining room sized for that capacity. The room was acceptable if not luxurious, and the A/C worked well.
There was time for a little pleasure before the tour bus picked us up. We were quite surprised at how interesting the tour was. For about 4 hours, we drove around town and stopped into two markets where we looked at the local crafts, plus a “factory” where a few people operated looms to weave some distinctive items. We visited a butterfly preserve, a crocodile farm with everything from baby crocodiles (don’t stand too close! They can jump!) to the biggest one on record, 23 feet long, and the attached nature preserve. I made friends with a bearcat, got a great photo of this exotic creature on my shoulder, and lots of other animal photos. There were a few other stops, and lots of information, like that Puerto Princesa is the cleanest city in the PI because littering is punished by jail time.
We found out about the best couple of restaurants on the island, and went to one for dinner. It was a semi-outdoor restaurant, with a couple of pavilions, and excellent seafood.
The next day we took the tour of the underground river. There was a steady stream of boats leaving the harbor, sailing down the coast a mile or two, and landing. We disembarked and hiked 100 meters or so to the mouth of the river, at a cave. There we got into canoe-like boats, 10 to a boat. The sail into the cave was awesome. It was a large cave with bats hanging from the ceiling, lit somewhat dimly by the flashlights each boat (brighter lights was bad for the bats). Incredible stalactite and stalagmite formations lined the walls and ceiling. The guide pointed out ones that resembled various objects or people.
Afterwards, we all went to a restaurant near the boats. We had been talking with a British couple who had mentioned wood worms. They said that this was one of the unusual foods that was available here, that they were sliming and tasted like oysters. Since I’m a culinary adventurer, I went over to the stand and bought a bag of the wood worms for 100 pesos. I tore open the plastic bag onto a plate and these long, gray, slimy things slipped out. They turned out, in fact, to taste like oysters, with a texture that wasn’t too different. Not bad at all, although a little disgusting aesthetically.
Later, we walked around the town and a large market; I was intrigued to see that there were about 10 different types of (bulk) rice, of slightly varying prices; at least a half dozen different stalls had exactly the same goods on display. We walked along the waterfront, and Mae purchased a balot. She carefully opened the top of the egg, and showed me the inside: a tiny duck embryo, clearly discernible as a duck or something like it. Apparently, the eggs had been hard-boiled; the yolk was hard, and there was some liquid between the yoke and the embryo. She took a bite, and handed it to me to take a bite. She actually made me eat most of it. Since I’m the culinary adventurer, I went along with it, and it wasn’t too bad. The liquid was sort of like weak chicken soup. Tasted like a hard-boiled egg, with a slightly chewy… Something.
There wasn’t a whole lot to do in Puerto Princesa. We went to the other top restaurant in town and had an excellent dinner. We got there just as the restaurant opened, so were able to get in without reservations. I ordered a kilo of prawns, which were complete with heads and tails; only some of the weight was meat. But they were delicious, and well worth the expensive cost.
The next morning, we chartered a covered trike-looking vehicle (the typical mode of transportation) and set out for the zip line. This was a four-station zip line over a lovely valley. The catch was, at the third station, you had to climb up a long stairway to gain the height necessary to travel back to the base station. It was exhilarating, and Mae even took the plunge.
We caught the flight back and landed at Terminal Two, several hours before my flight was leaving from Terminal Four. There was a allegedly a shuttle bus, with a bunch of people already waiting. We sat down and waited. After half an hour, several people started peeling off to take taxis. Mae was anxious to catch a bus back to AC, so eventually I gave in and got a taxi to drop Mae off at the bus station and take me to Terminal Four.
I went to the Philippine Airlines counter to check in early, and noticed that they offered an opportunity to upgrade to business class for their various flights; it was $150 for my flight to Bangkok. Well, it was a several-hours long flight, and I still had time to enjoy the lounge, so I upgraded. I think it was worth it.