Batam Escapades, Series 1

Back in the late 80s I used to frequent Batam for only one reason. A lovely Javanese lass who I had befriended in Surabaya needed a job badly. Met her in one of the city’s disco and it was her second night out as a freelance girl seeking some income.

She had run away from Solo, her home town because her “saying” (beloved) a Chinese gentleman had married mummy’s choice, a Chinese lass. Spurned, she dropped her life insurance sales career and ran off to Surabaya to look for a job. Despite 2 years of college studying hotel management, no job was forthcoming due to a lack of an “inside-track” (someone opening doors).

Although more than 10 years ago, I remember that occasion clearly. In that disco, all the freelance “chickens” were congregated near the bar area and one dark corner where the men walked around to view the available “cattle meat”. This girl was sitting alone at an upright table. Because of her short hair and tomboyish looks, I was attracted. She was quiet and demure and most shy when I approached. With some persuasion, she finally joined me and my two other buddies at our table. Later, I “dragged” her back with us to my room.

We made beautiful sex that night and she was not shy in bed. In fact,. She was one of the best sweet sex in my life without reservation. Next day, as planned, the 3 of us guys were going to drive from Surabaya to Solo and Jogjakarta, two major cities in the heartland of central Java, the cultural and historic capital of Java. It was more than 300 kilometres away and Uci, my newfound sayang was persuaded to come along since she was not working. However, she said that in Solo, she would stay in the hotel room alone since going out would risk her family and relatives spotting her and they would truly kill her if seen with me a Chinese foreigner. I was tired from that sleepless night and my buddy took over as driver while the other navigated. Uci and I cuddled up to sleep snuggled together in the back of the Kijang vanette that we had rented for the trip.

That proved to be a beautiful trip and I promised Uci that I would help her get a job in a hotel either in Bali, Jakarta or Batam where I had friends in the hotel industry. As it was, the only real job offer came from Batam View Hotel where my friend, a Bule New Zealander was the Manager. I arranged an air ticket to Batam for her and picked her up at the airport and, sent her directly to the hotel for an interview after which she was offered a job as waitress. The salary was a meager 700,000 rupiahs a month plus lodging in the staff quarters and 3 square meals a day. It was a huge improvement on unemployment for her.

Following her installation in Batam, we became sweethearts for about a year during which time I visited Batam at least once every two weeks whenever she was off duty. The dates were fixed and I would send the taxi first to pick her up and then to Sekupang to meet me and on to the Puri Garden Hotel, my favourite in those days and yet affordable. On some weekends, I would opt to stay in Nongsa at the Marina where the hotel rooms were rather cute too with the bathroom totally open to view from the bed. Sex was obviously a good part of the time we spent together besides other things. She was one of the most loving and caring lady companions ever in my life. We spend many hours enjoying some of the music and food places of Batam too as sex was not everything.

The lady was never demanding nor was there anything else she ever asked of me. Being of traditional central Javanese stock and upbringing, she treated me like a lord and always kept my things tidy after me. If I had a “night out with the boys”, she would stay in the hotel to watch TV and ask me to go help the boys find their lady love for the night. I remember her saying once to me, “pergi lah dengan teman kau, kalau cari cewek, jangan bawak balek ke kamar ni.” (go out with your friends, if you find a girl, don’t bring her back to this room). That was the way she was, caring, loving but never trying to dominate me nor control my activities whatever.

However, after a year, I was starting to get emotionally involved and I decided to end the relationship abruptly by disappearing from her life and stopped visiting Batam thereafter. It was a self imposed termination and I “suffered” too. Time healed my wound and I quietly asked the new hotel manager (who was also a friend) to check if she was miserable from the parting. I asked him the favour to send her back to Solo on my account (without telling her) if that was the best solution. He called me to inform me that she was doing fine and there was no necessity for me to do that.

The lady is now a mid thirties lass (we met when she was merely 18) and has switched jobs successfully to her present status as a sales manager in a real estate company. While she hated Batam intitially, she has grown to like the opportunities it presented her and she has purchased her own home in one of the Batam Centre’s developments. I understand that she is still single today and perhaps, the reason is that she has grown much sideways. I consider a superb catch for any eligible man and am happy that I had “saved one life” while I was “mongering”!

I did not visit Batam again until the second half of 2003 when I accompanied a friend on a few visits to Batam for business reasons. Batam’s night life and its multitude of available women of various Indonesian stock captured my attention once again. Now, I visit quite frequently whenever time permits.

The attraction of a huge diversity of Indonesian women, their natural beauty and warmth at prices that are hard to beat in Batam’s p4p scene makes Batam a regular destination for my own small group of single friends who have also come to love Indonesian women.

In addition to the women, Batam has a few outstanding value for money golf courses that are truely bargain basement in pricing. Even when we add in the costs of our hotels and the entertainment, Batam is unbeatable anywhere in this region and is only an hour’s comfortable boat ride away. When you put golf and mongering together, Batam being just one hour’s boat ride away is hard to beat for a quick hassle free getaway to “clean out the pipes.” The same combination in Singapore would cost at least double if not more.

My contributions here are a little different in perspective from Mongerx and others since I am from Singapore and Chinese. However, I will try to provide an “inside track” for users here when they do visit the pleasure island and will be happy to answer questions from an “international perspective” with a touch of local flavour especially when it comes to food.

Mostly, my field reports will narrate my own experiences whenever I can find the time to put them together.

Things do change very quickly in Batam and the first edition will be a recent trip I made on the 8th of Oct 2004. We went in that week because the following week was the beginning of Ramadan, the holy muslim month of fasting when special rules are imposed on the entertainment industry in Indonesia.

I was with Ghenggis my “play-pal” from Singapore. Ghenggis is a Singapore born Eurasian who prefers to court women rather than p4p directly.

“I’m in the taxi, get ready,” Ghenggis’s message came in on my mobile.

“See U in 10 minutes.” I drafted and sent out to 5cents, another friend who was joining us just for the golf and returning for the night.

We were headed to Harbourfront ferry terminal in Singapore to catch the 1.20pm ferry to Sekupang, Batam for an afternoon of golf and, another night of “après-golf” thereafter.

At Harbourfront, Indah Puri’s Ann was waiting and helped us get our golf bags checked in smoothly.

“Shits, my passport!” 5cents exclaimed. Calling home on his phone, he quickly gave directions to the missus to drive over with it. We had all of 15 minutes for that to arrive or we would miss the ferry.

I went in to try & hold up the ferry at the departure gate while Ghenggis and 5cents went to the bus stop to wait for the missus since she was not familiar with the Harbourfront location.

“No way, sorry they said”, the gate will close in 2 minutes.”
I ‘checked’ myself out and back out to the main hall. Called Ann of Indah Puri to help get us on the next ferry which was timed for 2.25pm. Unbelievably at 2pm, the passport was still not in hand. Yes, the missus was lost between home and Harbourfront. She finally arrived at 2.05 pm, just enough time to catch the 2.20 ferry.

Less than 10 minutes into the journey, we saw the crew scrambling to get into the engine room which went silent.

“Sorry ladies and gentlemen, we are headed back to Harbourfront as we have mechanical problems”, it was announced. “Another ferry will pick you up and take you onwards to continue your journey.” The boat limped back with one engine very slowly.

By the time we got back and switched ferry, it was closer to 3.15pm. With a new ETA of 3.50pm, our round of golf for 18 holes was not to be.

There was time to play only 9 holes for the day. 5cents called home to inform the missus that he was not going back as we were going to play a proper 18 hole round the next day.

I played miserable golf for 6 holes before missing a hole in one by 2 feet on the long 195 metres 7th hole par 3. This miss was to become a feature the entire weekend – “the one that got away!”

Washed up at the clubhouse and took a van (we ordered) over to Nagoya (Batam’s main urban city) to spend the night. Just before dinner, we popped into PP Banana to see if Diana whom we all desired would be available to be booked out for the night. She was there just chatting. When she saw me, she said something to the boss and made some excuses to me that one of her regulars may be coming over. We walked out and headed for dinner – “fuck her I thought,” and proceeded to call Mami Coen at Island Garden to reserve a girl I knew for 5cents. Wanted his first night ever in Batam to be a good one.

Meantime, Mongerx, his regular girl I**h, and his friend from homeland USA with a cutie from Sedona, had messaged me to meet up for dinner. We arranged to meet at “Siang Heng” at Oki Pujasera where we get good prices and very good cooking with a personal touch. Arriving almost at the same time, we then sat down and ordered the food.

My “project” for the night Ria had already arrived a little ahead. She had messaged by SMS to me “Abang, ku sudah di oki, tidak akan datang?” (Brother, I am already here, you not coming?) I looked around and found her seated at a table having a “teh botol” (bottled cold tea) by herself. When she saw that there were 7 of us, she frowned and I said “mari, join us makan ok?” (come join us to eat ok). Ria used to work at Pacific Disco as Guest Relations for the Karaoke. Her duty then was to walk Karaoke Customers who had reserved private entertainment rooms from the main entrance to the KTV rooms. She had resigned and was jobless for more than a month now. I was helping her find a job while at the same time intending to get into her pants.

Dinner was a minor feast and we had ‘black pepper crab’, ‘fish head with black beans and bitter gourd’, ‘deep fried squids’, ‘sambal prawns’, two different fried vegetables, ‘egg omellete with bitter gourd’, ‘deep fried raddish cake’, ‘gong gong’ (a popular seafood snail), and rice all washed down with a mix of Heineken, Tiger and and Bintang beer. Total bill including several bottles of beer came to RP 410,000 and the drinks alone were already 150,000 making the food about 260,000 only (conversion rate would be about US$1 to 8500 RP). Our regular patronage of Siang Heng made us VIPs enjoying good pricing there.

During dinner, I enquired with my project Ria if she was going to be with me for the evening and she said that it was “that time of month” for her. I looked her in the eye and said “betul bulan datang atau bohong ku” (truly having your period or lying to me) and she blinked and said, “bukan lah, tapi perut angin banyak dan sakit” (not really, but my stomach has lots of ‘wind’ and hurts). I smiled and told her she was the reason I was visiting and would love her to spend time with me.

She smiled and said, “maybe tomorrow OK kalau perut ku tidak sakit.” (maybe tomorrow ok if my stomach is not hurting) She said she would go out with me but did not want to spend the night as she was afraid I might want ML. I asked what she meant by ML and she said “making love”. I looked her in the eye and said “ya, ku mau ML dengan kau” (yes I want ML with you ) and she smiled and said “step by step abang ok?” (step by step brother ok?) Most Indonesians call their older male friends “abang” (older brother). Sometimes, they will address Chinese males as “kor kor” which means older brother (in Chinese dialect) due to the influence of regular Chinese men from Singapore.

Just as dinner ended, she asked me if she could leave. “OK, kalau tidak sakit, ku datang cari kau, besok aja SMS.” (OK, if I am not sick, I will come to look for you, tomorrow I will message you via SMS). She then pecked me on the cheek and left while we continued to chat and finish our beers.

I had expected that she would succumb to me this trip so I was obviously disappointed.. Another one got away again!

After dinner, we split up with Mongerx and his party returning to their hotel to freshen up while our party moved on to Island Garden to pick up the girl I had reserved for 5cents.

She frowned at me when she discovered that I had reserved her for a friend and not wanting her myself. (Its always a “loss of face” to the lady for her customer to come back and offer her to another friend). I enquired if another lady I desired was still available and Mami confirmed that that lady was booked out. 5cents paid up and we moved straight on to Classic Pub where we passed the time drinking and playing some pool. Island Garden’s all night booking was 500,000 RP for the lady all night making it one of the most expensive places to take out a girl. No taxi commission is paid here so taxis will try their level best to tell you not to go there.

Taxi drivers will also tell you that its too dangerous to take freelance ladies from discos because they might drug you or steal from your room. This is partly true and you can prevent these things happening by locking them away in your bag or the hotel safe. To be absolutely safe, you can arrange for the lady to leave her local ID card with hotel security when you bring her back and have security call you when she leaves the hotel.

At Classic, Bill the owner was again happy to see us and we oiled up at the rate of 15,000 RP per can of beer.

Just as we were about to leave Classic, Ghenggis’s date for the night a Balinese friend of Mongerx’s I**h arrived. She was that kind of darkish skinned sexy faced girl Bules liked.

R**k, Mongerx’s American friend had also left his partner in his room and come to join us for a drink. He was immediately “taken” and enquired more about A** Ghenggis’s Balinese ‘date’ for the night.

My mobile phone rang and it was Diana from PP Banana. She said her customer from Singapore had not come and asked if she could be with me. I said OK, why not and asked her to come down immediately as we were leaving for Pacific. Her voice went up one notch and she asked me to go up to pay her boss the booking fee.

I said, “Diana tell him I will give you the money (300,000 RP is what they charge at PP Banana) in the morning, I am not going up. Come down now, we are next door. Our car is leaving in a minute.” I signaled everyone to drink up, called for the bill and we headed outside to the van. As we boarded, Diana ran out of Lucy’s front door and into the van too. As usual we entered Pacific Disco without having to pay the entrance fee because we have “made peace” with the doormen and security guys.

We had the Island Garden girl leading the way and located an empty table. Drinks ordered, we settled in to synch with Pacific’s music that was blasting away. The place was nicely filled up without being overcrowded and Diana was bouncing away as she always does when the music hits her. She asked me if she could have a “biscuit” (estacy) and I signaled a waiter to bring her one. There goes 120k I thought but, anything to keep the lady in the right mood. Personally never liked bonking ladies who are tripped out. She rolled up to bare more of her midriff and in her own way, moved as sexily as she could. She does dance quite well. I drank more to get happier as usual.

Everybody in the group seemed to be quite happy too! Earlier, the Island Garden girl had teased 5cents and myself in the pub with her cute pecking kisses and sexy games. In the disco, she was rocking and very frisky. I knew that 5cents was enjoying her company. She has that kind of look that grows on you by the minutes!

Once the “biscuit” started to take effect, Diana was in her own world like all the other tripped out people so I made my move to meet new freelancers and other girls who may be new to Pacific and/or Batam. I circulated on a route that took in both bars as well as the rear wall and the middle section that seemed to part to allow people to move from the left bar to the right bar. Spotted and chatted up a few that had the kind of looks I liked and took down some personal HP numbers. I usually hold their hands, lead them to the corridors connecting the disco’s inside with the outer arrival hall so I can see them properly in the light as well as to ask them a few questions including their contact mobile phone numbers. This tactic has worked well for me so far.

For the next hour and half, I alternated between drinking around our table and wandering around to seek new talents. Diana informed me that she wanted to go to the toilet and seemed to disappear for at least half an hour. I was ready to leave and she had not returned. I decided that if she did not return within the next 15 minutes, I was going to fetch one of the cuties I had spoken to and bring her back to the hotel instead.

Diana did not return during those 15 minutes and I went to fetch the cutie I had met earlier but she was gone. She must have been taken I thought. Well, find another just as good if not better, start searching around I instructed myself. I found a pair of ladies and was in the lighted corridor talking to them about leaving when the door to the corridor swung open and there she was, Diana glaring at me. “Where you go? “ she asked. “I was waiting for you with your friends.” I said sama sama , “I was waiting for you too.” She grabbed my hand and said “lets go back.”

Damm, I thought, “these two girls look like fun.” We hopped into a taxi and went back to the hotel. In the room. Diana said “let’s f**k!” I want you now.” I almost ripped the clothes off her and she helped me. Then, peeled of my clothes too and said “now, f*** me hard!” I grabbed the pack of condoms and gave one to her. She bit open the pack and in a smooth gesture, had my hard member properly sheathed. I kissed her on her neck and ears and, with both my hands grabbed her small breasts and pressed them real hard. She spread her legs, arched her back and shoved her crotch at me. I positioned the tip of my ‘didi’ at her entrance and prodded softly, “you want it?” Using her hand, she held it and pushed it into her love nest while holding my backside hard with the other.

I could feel her slightly wet inside as I slid smoothly into her “tube”. All these two weeks of yearning to f***k her since I first saw her at PP. I shot out there and then and in my head, I said don’t stop. Screw the daylights out of her even if you have ejaculated! I increased my tempo to super speed and pumped in and out. It must have gone on for a good 10 minutes despite my “shooting out”. No, I do not think she came. But, she was moving instinctly and she paced my strokes well enough. Before I “melted” and dropped out, I withdrew and wrapped a paper tissue over my self and pulled the condom off. It was filled with 2 cms of cum.

By the time I had cleaned up and toweled myself dry, the lady was already sound asleep.

Most of the WLs that I bonk have a relatively easy time.

I will carass and finger a girl and do her g-spot to build up her sexual tempo. I also specialize in massaging a lady all over including much of her erogenous zones and her groin areas to help her relax and enjoy the ensuing sex with me. No, much as I sometimes do love to give a good oral lick, I have till today never given true cunninglinus to a WL and will not commence to indulge in this pleasure for fear of the risks I would expose myself. What am I left with? Well, I take great pleasure in giving penetrative sex to a lady after helping her relax and be ready to receive my rod. Depending on the preferences of the lady, I screw with a variety of positions that give me greatest pleasure and fits the lady’s own preferences too. Sounds pretty limited but I rather not have more for the increased risks they present.

Soon, I put aside my money carefully and kept my belongings and then went to sleep too. While it’s relatively safe with a “cewek” (girl) from a “booking joint”, I still prefer to err on the cautious side.

Like an alarm clock, I awoke at 7am Singapore time and went to wash the staleness off my mouth and climbed back into bed after a quick “shit.” Rolled up and clasped her body with my arms and legs and started to feel her up. Using my lips, I gave her tits a tongue massage and moved between her two nipples alternative with my fingers. My other hand roamed her lower body between her bums, the crack of her backsides, and her outer groin areas making glancing visits to her outer labia.

She began to stir and I moved her hand to hold and massage my little ‘pecker’. The half a tab of Levitra always works best for me in the morning. My manhood was hard as a rock and ready for action. I would not disappoint I thought. Last night had been too quick. As she was still drowsy with sleep, I tore open one piece of condom packet and sheathed myself quickly enough. I rolled her over and gave her a good 10 minutes massage and played around her lower body with my hard rod visiting the outside of her two openings wondering if she would do to rear entry! Nah, I thought, I prefer the one that was intended for my rod.

When she was damp enough, I slowly inched it into her and pulled out whenever she wanted me further in. After some minutes of teasing, she grabbed my behind and shoved herself hard at me so that I was truly buried “up to the hilt”. It always feels sweet for me when this happens and the lady’s inside has a warmth to it. I stopped to savour this and, started with slow short strokes alternating with deep strokes at a snail’s pace. For me, this resonates from my member to my brain and I get a special intensity to the sex. Hopefully, it is the same for the lady but I’d never know. All I can do is whisper if they like it and if they grab me harder and shove, I take it to mean that it also feels good for them. Again, I did not last too long with her because of my erratic form. There are days when I can go on forever and not come and there are days when I erupt too quickly. Probably something to do with her over sexuality.

Soon, it was over and I rolled off her and we are no longer joined together. Jumped out of bed, and stood under the hot shower to renew myself for a day’s golfing that was planned the previous evening. I turned on the lights to let her know that I was wide awake and moving about and, switched on the news. She stirred and I asked if she wanted to sleep in or move on back. I was going out soon I said. She thought about it and soon jumped out of bed into the shower to clean up. Gave her all of 300k plus 50k tip and she pecked me on cheek goodbye & went out the door.

Woke Ghenggis up and also found out that 5cents was almost ready for breakfast. His girl had left early in the morning. Arranged to meet them downstairs and we were lucky to meet Pak Budi the Manager downstairs. He had his driver send us to Harum Manis coffee shop where the ‘mee rebus’ (a local noodle dish) is supposedly good. I myself am not a fan of ‘mee rebus’ but the other two would like to try it. They commented that it was rather sweet. We then moved two doors away to the corner coffee shop Sudir Mampir where all the local ‘towkays’ (businessmen) and Chinese meet for breakfast. I sampled a great fish soup and the aroma enticed Ghenggis to order another. It was like breakfast and lunch together in one meal since we were playing golf through lunch.

Meanwhile, Ria had texted me her message “Sorry abang, perut sakit lagi tidak bias bertemu hari ni.” (Sorry brother, my stomach is still hurting, I cannot meet today). Shows no intention as far as I could see. Ghengis and I decided to stay another night.

Got a taxi and agreed to his fare for 50,000 to send us to Tering Bay Golf Course provided he was agreeable to take us to a pharmacy, ATM and then the hotel to collect our gear. I usually do this to “kill two birds with one stone” for the price of one.

We spent the afternoon having a relaxing round of golf and 5cents went on to try Ita (a masseur at the golf course) in her Singapore Airlines ‘look-alike’ uniform for an hour’s massage after golf. I asked him how was it later. He said, “bulan datang”! (time of the month) Damm, the lady was smart I thought.

Once ready, we proceeded back to Nagoya, first dropping 5cents off at Batam Centre to catch his ferry home. Our promotion ticket issued from Indah Puri did not allow him to use the Nongsa ferry for the trip back on a weekend.

Ghenggis and I then checked back into the Prima Asia Hotel for the night leaving our gear and bags at the reception. I was dead tired and so was he and we had asked the taxi to drop us off at Escapade, a decent massage place after the hotel to save one extra taxi ride fare.

The next 2 hours were spent sleeping at Escapade while the masseurs did their work to massage our limbs and bodies. It passed quickly enough and at 9pm, we exited after paying 60,000 rp plus 20,000 rp tips for the treatment. Ghenggis’ had offered him a handjob for a fee of 200,00. Madness, he declined knowing full well that we could book out a lady all night for that!

We walked out the door, hailed a taxi for 10k and had him drop us off at Oki to eat at Siang Heng again. We consider the price-value good there and we have an array of dishes we can rotate for different visits. Mongerx had declined to meet for dinner. This evening, we had a deep fried fish, two different vegetables of which one was a hard cactus like leaf done in sambal,(chilly sauce), a bitter gourd soup and our usual plate of fried raddish. With two bottles of beer this evening, our total bill came to 140,000 rp and that included a take-away pack of fried chicken and rice and some vegetables that we could not finish. This was for some of the staff of Classic pub that we planned to visit.

Ghenggis wanted to have an easy going no “cewek” (girl) night as he was totally “sextisfied” with his Balinese the night before. I wanted to make up for the lack of success with my Ria by bonking a freelance from Pacific.

After dinner, we got a cab to drop me off at the hotel to wash up while Ghenggis moved on directly to the Classic Pub. I took a nice hot shower and and prepared myself for another long night out.

By the time I got to Classic, it was already 11pm and Ghenggis was nicely engaged at the bar with some of the lady staff and merrily drinking. I played some rounds of pool and then left Ghenggis who was happy to stay there at Classic for the rest of the night.

I jumped on an “ojek” (motorcycle taxi) and he rode me to Pacific at an agreed fee of 3,000 rp. The crowd was moving in fast and it was jammed at the entrance lobby with people buying tickets. I simply ducked under the rope and walked right in without too much fuss. There I saw Mongerx and his I**h. They just came through the crowd. We proceeded in. On the way in, I looked and surveyed the girls free-standing around and one girl in a cute “jump-suit” held her hand out to me and I pulled her along to our table. We ordered some drinks and I paid a total of 61,000 rp including using Mongerx and I***’s entry tickets they had bought. A few other girls showed up behind me and were dancing merrily away as is usual in Pacific. Mongerx pointed one out to me and I took a hard look. Damm, too much make-up I decided.

I asked my girl her name and she said Lily. I wanted to drag her out to the lighted corridor to look at her first. She asked why and I signaled to my mobile indicating with my hands that I wanted hers. She waved and said no HP. She continued to dance next to me. Feeling quite tired, I asked her if she wanted to go back with me and she nodded. First, I grabbed her closer and put my hands around her body to feel it for fat and other features, Not much tits but adequate and no fat. OK, she would do provided she does not turn out to be a monster. Took another look at her face in the dark.

Indicated to Mongerx and I**h that I was leaving, grabbed her hand and led her out to the exit. No cabs. Walked on to the main road, hopped into a cab and told the guy Prima Asia Hotel, 10,000 rp and he drove on. We arrived and I gave him 10,000 rp and he growled but went away. Along the way in the light, I had a good look at the girl and she had that kind of face that I see on many “benchongs” (transvestites) and I asked her if she was. My friend was ‘cheated’ by one the previous week. She laughed and said she was a real girl. To add to my suspicions, her hands were kind of hard and bigger than a normal girl of her size so I was worried of course. She reassured me again and we went into my room after I collected my notebook from reception.

In the rooms I asked her to go wash up. Meantime, I rigged up the music on the notebook and turned down the lights to a comfortable level. Quickly took out my half a pill of Levitra and popped it in. In my mind, it would be terrible if she turned out to be half woman / half man!

She finished her shower and came out wrapped up in the towel with just the top of her breast peaking out at me. I tugged and it fell out and her heavy bush below looked dark and unkempt. I pushed her on the bed and kissed her tits and immediately allowed my hand to feel her bush and the surrounds. No prick!. Her voice was truly sweet like a young girl so I was reassured. I asked her about herself and she said she worked as a gambling assistant at jackpots in Stk at the back of the Formosa Hotel.

I then undressed and went to have my own shower to wake up a little, Also to kill time and allow the pill to take effect. Came out, dried up properly and jumped on her again. Rolled her over and gave her a nice massage to start my routine of warming up the body.

While massaging her groin and the love nest of hers, I could feel her tunnel oiling up a little with “juice”. I asked and she said she was mostly “kering” (dry). Damm. I like flowing wet fucks myself. I made her ride me and I told her not to stop until she came herself. After about 10 minutes, she claimed to have come but I knew she had not.

I rolled her over still with my prick within and did her missionary slowly and steadily. In this position, she was almost a starfish and I pulled her bum up to rise towards me with her back arched. That position gave me the greatest depth into her body.

Some strokes later, I raised her two legs together and pushed it right back so I could access her from below and see her clearly as I pushed in and out. The next 20 minutes, I must have worked myself to death but she hardly cared. I then rolled her over to the top again and made her work on me.

Well,. time to let go I thought. This after she rode me for a good 10 minutes and I rolled her over again back to missionary. I withdrew my rod right to the edge of her labia and entered her slowly, my favourite movement when I want to feel the intensity of the action. Very slowly, I fucked her and built up the tempo of my strokes. I held her by her bum and pumped as if my life was at stake. At its, peak, I relaxed and let it flow out and then continued to pump away for another minute or so. Then, I stopped and just pulled it out and kissed her on her nipple. Thank you I said and we just lay there for some moments in silence. I said she could wash up and leave if she wanted and, she got out of bed to the shower.

When she came out, I went to wash up myself. When I emerged, she was already dressed to go. I took my money which I had hidden away and gave her 150,000 rp and she said, 250,000 rp. I looked at her and said, lets meet halfway and gave her another 50,000. Earlier, she had given me her mobile and she said, “delete my HP number and name please”. I don’t want to see you again.” I said OK and showed her to the door. It was not unpleasant but she was no great fuck that I wanted to repeat at 250,000 so the feeling was mutual.

Went to sleep and got up at 8.30am with a massive hard on.

Picked up the phone and called Super massage nearby. There was no answer. Drafted a quick text SMS for my “project C” from Super and asked her to come massage me for two hours once they opened.

I then dressed up and walked a few blocks away to have breakfast myself as I did not want to wake up Ghenggis who was always a late riser. Went back to the room and called Super and they said they would send her over in half an hour once she had finished breakfast. Then I sent her another SMS to tell her I had spoken to the reception and “ordered her”.

Meantime, Ghenggis had woken up and called me and was wanting a massage too. I called Super again to send over the apple of his eye for his morning massage, a real "parawan" (virgin) I am told!

Did my toilet stuff, took a hot shower and awaited her arrival. I was in my brief and she in her uniform of jeans, tee shirt. She asked me to lie down for her massage.

She then proceeded to prepare her stuff and cream and I soon felt her comforting hands on my legs where they always start in their style of massage. I rolled over, hugged her tight and said “abang rindu kau” (I miss you) . She smiled threw her heads back on her shoulder and closed her eyes. I kissed her softly on her lips and she kissed me lightly too. I then brushed my lips on her neck and stroked her ears and said I don’t want a massage. She said “tidak mau massage mau apa?” (you don’t want massage want what?)

I whispered in her ear, “Ku mau bercinta kau” ( I want to love you). She pushed me away and said, “ngak mau”. (don’t want). I pulled her back and asked “kenapa?” (why) and she said “takut”.(afraid) All this while she continued to smile sweetly and looked extremely vulnerable.

I pushed up her tee shirt and pulled down the top of her bra and kissed her sweet looking nipple and she gasped. I looked at her and said “tetek kau mau” (your breasts want) and she hit me softly and said, “ngak mau.” (don’t want).

Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra and let it hang loose so I could now have access to her breasts freely and caressed them softly and then a little roughly and said “kau mau.” (you do want). She did not say anything and let me do my thing and I could feel her body losing its resistance. I then moved my lips down her chest and body towards her navel and below that and started to unbutton her jeans. She pushed my hands away and said “tidak bisa.” (cannot).

I rolled away and we chatted about her sex experience and I asked if she’d ever been kissed below and she said yes, her previous husband only. “Enak tak” (feels good or not) I asked and she said “ya enak,” (yes nice) “tapi dengan swami aja” (only with my husband) “belum nikah tidak bisa” (not married cannot).

Teasing her, I said, “okay sekarang kita kawin, aku mau makan kau sekarang,” (lets marry now, I want to eat you.) and she pushed me away as I tried to reach to open her button to release her jean’s fly zipper. I pushed my hands inside her jeans and grabbed her tender butts and reached for the crack separating her two bums. She gasped and I tried to reach further down to her love nest but she rolled away. I kissed her again and pulled her close and grabbed at her breast with the other hand and the other hand still groping her bare bottom with my hand still pushed in from the top of her jean’s rear.

For the next hour and half, there we were like two young lovers rolling in the hay. Me wanting and she too and yet she would not let me. I said ok, I would give her time to consider.

I brought her hand to carass my tool too without making her do more. She was kind enough to sweetly massage it from the safety of the outside of my underwear. I considered pushing her head down to give me a blow job but I decided against it. She had to love me and fuck me with her heart I decided. I wanted to keep her as my regular “girlfriend” in Batam for now and I did not want to ruin my chances with a lousy forced-fuck.

Time flew quickly by and the two hours was up. I wanted to extend her time with me but she said no, “jangan buang wang kau.” (don’t throw away your money). I then informed her that I had bought her some cheap but nice chocolates for her birthday and gave them to her. She had loved the Titanic theme song that was playing and said she wanted to buy the CD.

I said no need, I would burn her the song together with some others immediately and she was so excited by that. I did, and gave her the CD all within 15 minutes. She was truly excited.

It would be Lehbaran (Muslim festival at end Ramadan ) soon and she she wanted to be ‘good’ for the entire holy month. Did that mean she would be ‘bad’ after Ramadan I wondered.

I said to her, “sayang, jangan lupa ingat mau jadi pacar ku, bukan tamu ok.” (my love, don’t forget to consider me to be your lover, not customer ok) and I hugged her again and gave her the money for the massage (120,000 for 2 hours – visiting rate) and a small tip of 30,000 on top of that. She smiled and pecked my cheek and off she went. “Another one that got away,” I thought to myself but it was a very sweet two hours! Dammit, no relief!

I went over to Ghenggis' room and the door opened and his masseur was just leaving after giving him a peck on his cheek. Nice body that! He smiled to indicate that nothing had happened.

We then got into a taxi and returned to Singapore on the next available ferry. I had sown my wild oats and yet, I had more to give to the ones that got away! Surely I had to visit Pleasure Island again sometime soon.

Well, crazier it was great hanging out with you and your friends during this trip report. I am the MongerX friend from the USA with the Sedona cutie. Man I still have dreams about the great pujasera food you ordered that night. You and your friends gave me a different perspective on Singapore-Chinese men as most of the mongers are known for being cold, calculated and like robots just booking girls and treating them like crap. You are one of the nicest guys I have met on my travels and you were kind enough to give me some good advice about Batam. Your girl in Pacific from PPB was frying on ecstacy and was bouncing her head all night...funny shit.

Welcome Crazier, It's great that you have made it over here. I know you are an incredible resource for a large part of the community who have an interest in South East Asia.

I can't convey how much I have benefitted from the information Crazier has provided over the last six months. He is truly my Batam mentor. Moreover, Crazier is a tremendous wealth of info on many other places that will be off the beaten track (but in highly visited locales) for most around here, such as BKK, Phuket town, KL, Jakarta, and etc.

Crazier, thanks for the fantastic Indo report, and welcome to CH. I hope your outstanding contributions continue here.

Blazer, Porker & Mongerx, thanks for the warm welcome, I just woke up with a terrible headache from a night out in Geylang where we just downed much beer (& scotch later) and watched the world go by.

Being single minded, I did not take any of the more than 50 Indonesian girls lining the streets in Lorong (means 'lane' in Malay language) 12, Geylang. You must surely visit this place next time you are in Sillypore (its going great guns!)

The one I wanted was not there and I regret not bonking her the previous night when I had a "mei mei" (chinese from mainland China) who did a good job of redeeming Chinese lasses from that nation in my books.

From Geylang, we went to a live music place 'Mojos' (in the city) with some typical Singapore guys from here and polished off a couple of bottles of scotch at prices that you would consider a rip-off (S$150++).

Otherewise it was a nice night out with the boys and the band Speedway (one of those I truly liked from way back when) did help lots - really know how to make music.

They have some 'Pinas' and Mongolian lasses working the floor (without being pushy) and Ghenggis (my Singapore Party mate) was as usual in form.

Between us, we tried our best to get a slightly plump cute Mongolian lass back with us for a naughty end to the evening - in vain.

This obviously means that the pipes will have to be cleaned very soon in the next 12 hours.

Mongerx, to Geylang tonite ? Its the last day of this long weekend here! Gotta make up for missing out going to Pattaya!

Just to add a better flavour to the Series I report, here are the only available photos that I can post. Sorry for the quality but these were done with the Nokia.

Photos: Egi - Island Garden KTV Egi 1 Egi 2

These images were done in a previous session with her myself.

Crazier, great to have you posting here. Excellent report.

This girl you just posted is to die for. Very exotic good looks, she reminds of a Chinese girl I met in Hong Kong? But she looks perhaps Malay Chinese.

Interestingly, I'm glad you mentioned that there are Mongolian lasses. I've grown to like their good looks and slender, tall figures when I was in Macau. Lots of beautiful Mongolian girls heading out to different Asian countries to ply their trade these days...which is great news for all of us. These girls were very camera shy I'm afraid.

Damn, it sounds like I missed out one a fun night out last night. Sure sounds better than my night of staying in and playing with my pussy (cat.) and trying to regain some power from the serious fucking binge I have been on. But hitting the clubs and springing bottles certainly makes the tab go way up from a few beers in a Geylang coffee shop! (Why don't they let coffee shops sell hard liquor?)

I gotta agree that Geylang is going incredibly strong with powers that be really relaxing on the number of illegals they are letting work the streets. The number of Indo girls has exploded and they are all over place not just in the little Jakarta area of lorong 12. Also, the number of mainlind Chinese girls has gone way up. Interestingly I ran into a pimp on Lorong 18 who was displaying a group of 5 girls he claimed were from Myanmar. Good chance there were just Thai but I was intriguied! However, I have noted the number of Thai girls in the street appears way down. I have a new hypothesis that you can find some real gems, who don't have pimps, for lower prices by trolling the coffee shops. These coffee shop gals seem to offer a more complete experience with drinking, eating, and socializing thrown in with the sex. But then again I probably overreacting to the little hidden treasure I found this past week. (And yes she does have tits!) Say hello to Sofia from Tanjung Balai.

Photo: Geylang Sofia

As far as I am concerned the current Geylang is a must hit for anyone passing through. It is really really fun unique place that is safe and not too bad a value. Hmmm, sounds like I am talking myself into making a visit later tonight. Crazier just send me an SMS later.

Mongerx,

Looking at those tits, is there anything that can keep me out of geylang tonight?

Gotta check out your theory there too!

Merlin,

Egi is quietly beautiful because her attractiveness is not obvious when you first see her. But, she grows on you as you get along.

She is one of those 500,000 RP girls from the Island Garden KTV (they do not pay taxi commission), an outrageous amount by Batam standards, but you would have to pay at least a million for her in Jakarta for the same quality say, from 1001 or another similar KTV place. So, I look at it as having a discount from Jakarta!

She is great company and a fun kisser but does not do BJs preferring to keep that for her own 'sayang' (beloved) I believe. Otherwise, the looks and jealous stares from others around you is enough to get your ego up!

She is from Jakarta and of mixed Javanese and other Indonesian stock. Light brown, she is typical of a girl that attracts both "asian and western eyes".

Craz-- welcome and thanks for the post. It's good to have someone aboard to keep mx honest

Apa kabar Crazier, info bagus!

I spent some time in Jakarta in '89, and still remember and speak decent Bahasa. Your CH handle could be translated to "gilalu", right?

I would spend more vacation time in Asia, but I don't handle jet lag and time change too well anymore.

It's good that you write what you say in Bahasa, it may help others in learning the "easiest language in the world"!

Saya juga, suka cewe niewe dan esup bagus sekali! Bage saya, cewe Brazil dan cewe Colombia lebih baik! Cewe dari Asia tidak mahal.

Besok, saya pergi ke Brazil. sf4dfish

Don,

Thnks for the warm welcome. Mx is really a very nice honest guy ! Love mongering with him too.

sf4dfish

Thanks for the friently notes an in Bahasa too. Mongering does provide motivation for learning a language doesn't it?

"Hati hati di Brazil, jangan main sampai burung kau angus!" (have a safe time in Brazil, don't play until your "bird" gets roasted!)

I think your Bahasa Indonesia may be better than mine cos I learnt and speak Bahasa Melayu (Malaysian Malay) which is a little different.

My Indonesian vocabulary leaves much to be desired.

I would say 'crazy' is 'gila' except that with my limitation, I would use "lagi gila' for 'crazier' in a simple sentence.
You may be right to use 'gilalu' - will have to check that out some time when I go back to Batam.

As for 'esup bagus' - it appears that you like all mongerers like your pipes cleaned with a good BJ in which case I would add here that a slang used in Batam, Indonesia is "karaoke" (while indicating a microphone at the mouth with the hand) to indicate BJ.

In Singapore, many of the WLs say "ice cream".

Meantime, keep on mongering!