It had been two years since I last wandered the canyons of Kowloon, Hong Kong’s main tourist ghetto. Hong Kong was the last stop on my previous journey through Asia, and was to be the first stop on this reunion tour. I had a “sandwich” plan for Hong Kong and her little sister, Macau: Hong Kong was to be two nights of “bread” on either side of the 4-night “meat” provided by Macau. Although the best action to be had in the Pearl River Delta is over in Macau, Hong Kong is certainly not lacking in offerings of its own, and I was determined to correct the neglect I had given it on past visits and sample its bounty, particularly those detailed on the www.sex141.com web site. For those of you unfamiliar with this excellent resource, it is a cornucopia of Chinese pussy, replete with prices, addresses and pictures.

So it was an uneventful Cathay Pacific flight which dumped me at HKG at 6:50 in the morning. I whizzed through all the requisite hurdles one encounters in trying to get out of an international airport, and quickly found myself on the excellent Airport Express train that zips from the airport to Kowloon and Hong Kong Island. I was in the lobby of the Guangdong Hotel at 8:30, thinking there was no way in hell they were going to have a room ready for me at that hour. And I was right. They said come back and try at 11.

Minutes later, I was at the DeliFrance on the corner of Prat Avenue and Chatham Roads, scarfing down breakfast. Mid-bite through a pastry, I was thinking to myself “wouldn’t it be funny if McDijj walked in here right now” when I looked up and glimpsed McDijj walking through the door. I must say, the fates work in fabulous ways sometimes. He didn’t see me, so I snuck up on him at the counter and surprised the hell out of him. Of all the little DeliFrance’s in the world, he happened to walk into mine. What luck.

We spent the next hour catching up. McDijj is the first mongerer I ever met on this board, a little over two years ago in Bangkok. After shooting the breeze, we walked over to the plaza next to the Regal Kowloon Hotel so he could sit and smoke his cigar. McDijj was also staying at the Guangdong, and we were supposed to meet at 6 that night. After cigars were smoked, espressos drained and addictions sated, we headed back to the hotel, only to discover they still didn’t have a room ready. So McDijj let me freshen up in his room.

We agreed to meet again at 6, and I headed out to pop my 141 cherry. The greatest concentration of 141 girls can be found in Kowloon, within walking distance of five MTR stations: Tsim Sha Tsui, Jordan, Yau Ma Tei, Mong Kok, and Prince Edward. After analyzing my stack of printouts, it turned out that two of the girls I wanted were in the James Lee Mansion, conveniently located just down the street from the Guangdong Hotel. It was about a two minute walk. Coincidentally, both the girls, Tammy and Sophia, had rooms next to each other. The convenience was killing me.

Tammy wasn’t around; Sophia had a sign on her door that said she was busy with a customer. So I headed around the corner to Cameron Road and quickly found the Fook Kiu Mansion. The target here was a girl named Dior, who had a very appealing print out. Alas, as I was quickly learning with the 141 scene, the availability of these girls is really hit or miss. Dior wasn’t in either (at least no sign was on the door and no one answered). So I headed back to the James Lee to see if Sophia was free.

I discovered a local guy hanging outside her door. We started talking and he asked me if I lived in HK. I told him I was visiting, and showed him my stack of 141 printouts that I had printed just days before my departure. He was quite impressed with the stack and thumbed through them. He saw one that said “hotel reservation” and told me not to bother with those girls. He said they were mostly rip-offs (it would be good though to personally verify that, as there are some “hotel” hotties on 141). Shortly afterward, Sophia’s door opened, and a guy left. The HK dude introduced me to Sophia, so I was able to get a good look, and she definitely passed the looks test. He then said to come back in 20 minutes, as he wouldn’t be long.

True to his word, I returned just as he was walking out, so Sophia guided me in. She spoke rudimentary English, so we could at least discuss the basics. Although her profile said she was 24, she told me she was 26 and came from Shanghai. Her charge was $500 HK. I had noticed that she had a massive stack of clean towels next to the wall, and a massive stack of dirty ones in the corner. Another thing I was beginning to learn about the 141 scene is that some of these girls are the very high mileage types.

Unfortunately, the session proved me right. I was just another customer on the assembly line she services every day. There was no DFK, and she barely let me suck her nipples. She half-performed an unenthusiastic covered blow job and then, the worst: when I tried to penetrate in missionary for the first time, she did the dreaded “hold the hand in front of the pussy to prevent full penetration” maneuver, saying to me “half-way, half-way.” After fighting with this little blockade for a while, I flipped her over for doggie, and she didn’t give me the hand in that position.

Finally I was able to get full penetration and control the rhythm. She even started moaning as we got our bodies into synchronicity. I was getting close to cumming (I hadn’t shot in two days), so I pulled out to buy a few extra moments, but she would have none of that. She grabbed the little Redwood and stuck it back in. I shot pretty soon after that, ending an almost two year drought of overseas mongering. It wasn’t a great session, but at least I was back on the prowl. She wouldn’t allow any pictures, and her profile is no longer on 141, so I can’t point anyone to the visuals. She was pretty attractive, but I wouldn’t have recommended her to anyone.

With my 141 cherry broken, it was time to go after Bird. Bird was a goddess. I had posted the link to her profile on the Asia chat board back in early November, before my trip. She was one of those “must have” girls that every mongerer encounters from time to time. The first time I saw her profile, my jaw hit the floor. She was that hot. So off I descended into the bowels of the MTR for a lustful journey down to Prince Edward Station. According to the print out, her apartment was located in the Kingland Apartments, on Nathan Road. Not wanting to risk anything in my hunting expedition for my little bird, I had a printout from http://www.centamap.com/cent/index.htm (click on the little “English” button) showing the precise location of her building.

I found the building and apartment quickly and rang the buzzer. A guy answered and I could see it was a multiple bedroom apartment, unlike Sophia’s single room. I showed him the printout for Bird, and he immediately directed me to one of the bedrooms, where I plopped down in the chair. I heard him on the phone, so I was hoping he was calling Bird. A few minutes later, someone arrived at the front door and soon he ushered into my room a very ugly creature that looked nothing like my goddess. He spoke practically no English, so all I could do is shake my head no, and point to my printout again. After sending the girl away, he examined my printout more closely, then made a few phone calls. The gist of what he was able to communicate to me was that she no longer worked there, so I was out of luck.

Knowing the shelf life of the 141 girls is usually pretty short (their profiles come and go in a matter of weeks), I gave up my quest for Chinese perfection and headed back to the hotel to finally claim my room and get ready for a night on the town with McDijj. Well a night for as long as I could stay awake that is.

After dinner at Fat Angelo’s on Ashley Road, we were ready for a little exploration in Mongkok. We had decided to explore the “walkup” scene there, so we jumped on the MTR and got off (both literally, and soon, figuratively) at Mongkok station. We walked around several streets and alleys on the west side of Mongkok station. Although there were several “walk-ups”, it wasn’t quite the scene I was expecting, and I still wonder if we were exploring the “main” area of Mongkok. I had expected a much livelier street scene and far more options. I’d say we found maybe 15 or so places, relatively quiet streets, and not a tout in sight.

Finally McDijj chose a place at random and headed up the stairs, with his wingman in tow. The pricing was pretty cheap: $260 HK for Thai, $350 for mainland Chinese or local Hong Kong girls. We were each put into separate rooms and girls were brought to us. The girl that was brought to me had a so-so face, but she was a spinner with a phenomenal hard body. OMG, it was a tight little package. I was sold.

She didn’t speak a lick of English, so the desk attendant told me her name was Sia, she was 20, and she came from Beijing. I shouted down to McDijj’s door that I was going to session, and then Sia led me to another larger room across the hallway, where we got down to business.

Now simple words will do me no justice here in describing what this girl looked like when those clothes came off. I was stunned. I have rarely in my life encountered a girl with a tighter overall body than Sia. She was ultra slender, petite, with little A cups, and one of the nicest little asses I’ve ever laid eyes on. I was in spinner heaven. Although she wouldn’t allow DFK or pictures, she wasn’t a rush artist and we went a fair amount of time. I pounded that little ass in the doggie position like there was no tomorrow. It was a good session overall, despite the lack of DFK.

After showering and dressing, I met McDijj in the lobby and we both stumbled down the stairs and poured out onto the sidewalk. We were both ready to call it a night, especially my jet-lagged ass, so we headed back to the hotel. After breakfast in the morning, we bid each other adieu. He was headed to the airport to return to BKK for a day and then catch his flight home; I was headed to Macau (see my companion report “City of Desire” for information on China’s little sin city).


After four nights in Macau, I returned to Hong Kong across a choppy Pearl River Delta, getting mildly seasick in the process. Right outside the exit gate in the Kowloon ferry terminal, I hit a travel agency to book a room somewhere. They got me a room at the Regal Kowloon for $900 HK, including all taxes and surcharges. It was Thanksgiving Day. After checking in and making reservations for my turkey dinner at Fat Angelo’s, it was time to commence with the hunt. I was leaving for Bangkok the next day, so I had one afternoon and evening to further explore the 141 scene.

I pulled out my stash of printouts, and decided to shoot for a girl named Tsui Yi, a local Hong Kong girl, located close to the Jordan MTR in the Nathan Court building. The great turkey himself was looking upon me with kindness and grace that day, as that was the single best decision I’ve ever made in Hong Kong. Tsui Yi still has a profile up on www.sex141.com, here: http://www.sex141.com/php-en/memberDetail.php?id=160

As you can see on her profile, she offers something a little unique: a real massage and a 90 minute session, all for $450 HK ($58 US). I rang her doorbell, and she immediately answered, then invited me in. Her face wasn’t beautiful, but certainly attractive enough. And her body was quite nice. She was even wearing the black bikini that you see in the pics on her profile. Her apartment had a professional masseuse table set up on one side, and a queen-sized bed in the corner. She spoke enough English that communication wasn’t a problem. After confirming that I wanted a massage and the “whole package”, she had me undress and then ushered me into the tiny shower. After I toweled off, she threw me on the masseuse table and went to work. She spent the next 45 minutes giving me a pretty good professional massage. She wore the bikini as she gave my weary muscles the attention they deserved. When she was in range, I would run my hand up and down her legs or thighs, whichever was in reach.

Then I was led over to the bed. She shed her bikini and undertook the task of lubing up her body in preparation for the body massage. Once lubed, she proceeded to use her naked body as a massage tool, rubbing me all over in a manner reminiscent of a Thai soapie. By this time I had a raging hard on. She covered me up and then tackled my cock with her mouth for a bit, before asking me to dive in, which I did with gusto. We fucked for a long time, and went through various positions. We definitely had chemistry in bed; our bodies were utterly in synch with each other. I was enjoying myself immensely, and by all appearances, so was she. We were also sucking each other’s tonsils out, my first DFK in Hong Kong. I finally blew in doggie and we both collapsed into a tender post-coital snuggle.

After spooning for a bit, my hands started to roam, and then I asked her if I could go down on her. She reacted with surprise (I guess not many customers ask this?), said “Really?” and then gleefully ran to the shower to clean up. When she returned, I placed her on her stomach and proceeded to give her a neck and back massage, for which she was very appreciative. Then I flipped her over, and starting with her mouth, with a long interlude at her nipples, I slowly moved my tongue down. When I finally reached the promised land, I didn’t barge right in. I always like to start on the inner thighs first, both sides, and then slowly move in to the target. By now, I was holding her open in the “wishbone” formation, especially appropriate considering the holiday. Finally I reached the labia and commenced with a long tongue lashing. When I finished, she was thanking me profusely. I guess this girl does not get eaten on a regular basis, and boy, does she enjoy it. We had an awesome session. We were well over the 90 minute mark; we probably went 110 minutes, close to two hours. I got a professional massage and a top-notch session for $58. Gentleman, that is extreme value in my book. I highly recommend this girl. Pay her a visit before her profile comes down.

I stumbled out into the night with that weak-kneed feeling I get after really great sex. Wow. It would be hard to top that one today. And I couldn’t think of a better prelude to my Thanksgiving dinner. Smitten, in an erotically-charged daze, I returned to my hotel to freshen up. Then I hit Fat Angelo’s for my turkey dinner, replete with cranberries, stuffing, yams, mashed potatoes, gravy, and of course, pumpkin pie. After that, Murasaki was one sated dude, inside and out. After polishing off the pie, I caught the 8 p.m. laser show on the Kowloon waterfront. The waterfront promenade faces Hong Kong island, with its imposing skyline. Every night at 8, a laser and light show is put on, with the lasers mounted on the top of the skyscrapers. It’s pretty cool to watch, and the skyline is one of the most impressive you will see on this planet.

After the show, I decided to looking for another piece of meat. Breast, leg, or thigh, all would be ok with me. According to my printouts, there were two other girls in Nathan Court that I was interested in, so I headed back and rang both their doorbells. I got no answers, so I decided to zip on down to Mongkok again. The environment was completely different. Most of the streets were simply deserted. The area where McDijj and I saw a lot of “girls” sitting, presumably awaiting the summons of a cell phone, had not a soul. I wasn’t quite sure what was going on.

I stumbled on an interesting scene that might have something to do with the situation. One street had an immense crowd of people on one side looking over at a building. In front of the building was an ambulance, several police vehicles, an enormous number of police officers, and a massive crush of media, filming the doorway, waiting for someone to come out. I joined the crowd and watched for a while. Police kept rotating in and out of the building. Finally, a guy came down, cuffed, holding his jacket over his face. As he was led into the ambulance, the paparazzi were going apeshit, filming every move with their cameras.

So maybe this was why Mongkok seemed so empty. Maybe something went down between rival triads right in the heart of Mongkok, eliciting a massive police response? I never did find out. I wandered on, and finally chose another walk-up at random.

The pickings at this one were non-existent. The first girl they called in was a dog. After waving her away, the second one was worse. I sent her away too. Then they brought in three at once, eliciting a silent scream from me. They were offering me the dregs of humanity. I wasn’t about to give them a chance to permanently damage my eyesight with another offering, so I hoofed out of there and returned to Tsim Sha Tsui station.

On the walk back to my hotel, I decided to dash into the James Lee mansion to see if Tammy, one of the girls who wasn’t there on my previous visit, was in. She wasn’t. As I was walking out of Tammy’s vestibule, a local guy was walking into the one down the hall, and he proceeded to walk up the whole row, ringing every doorbell. So I followed and looked at all the girls who answered the door. The only one that was halfway appealing to him was the only who was halfway appealing to me. His negotiations fell short, so he split. I rang her doorbell to see what the price was. She wanted $1000 HK, if you can believe that. I just laughed and walked away. I decided to call it quits and headed back to the hotel.

Back when McDijj and I were sitting at the cafe in the courtyard outside the Regal Kowloon, he was telling me that he got approached by some mamasans late at night in that same courtyard, so he said there might be some action worth looking into. So with this piece of trivia lodged into the memory banks, I had my mongering radar on. I reached the courtyard and nonchalantly strolled towards the hotel entrance. Then I stopped to run a scan of the perimeter. Sure enough on the other side, I tracked two slinky bogies aimlessly on patrol. So I did what every card-carrying member of this board would do: I moved in for a closer look.

As I moved in for my recon, the targets sensed my probe and took non-evasive action, zeroing in on my coordinates and repositioned themselves for an intercept course. Contact was attained. One of the targets turned out to be a mamasan who spoke really good English. She told me she had a fairly extensive lineup and worked this courtyard every day from 10 pm to 3 am. I guess she and the girls she worked with made a pretty good living off the tourists staying in the Regal Kowloon and the other hotels close by.

I asked how much the opening bid was, and she said $100 US. Even though I hadn’t even seen the product yet, I instinctively countered immediately with $500 HK. She countered my offer with $600 HK, to which I agreed. With the negotiations completed, she beckoned to some girls who were standing about 40 meters away. None of them were up to snuff, so I explained to her what my aesthetic interests were. She nodded and whipped out a contact book that was stuffed with names and numbers. She started making some calls on her cell phone, and got a hold of one she thought might fit my bill, and told me she would be here in a few minutes.

By this time I really had to take a piss, so I told her I would be back in 10 minutes, and ran up to my room to answer mother nature’s call. As I walked out the hotel entrance to return for my little surprise package, I could see a slender girl walking up to the mamasan, and I was thinking to myself “now this is more like it.” The mamasan introduced her as Gong Ho, 22, from Shanghai, and asked “does this work for you?” Oh yes it does.

Taking Gong Ho by the hand, we walked back to the hotel, hit my room, hit the shower, and hit the bed. She was pretty tight, so it took me a bit to work it in, but we finally hit the groove, I hit the peak, then I hit the wallet, she hit the door, and I hit the sack. It was pretty much a “wham, bam, thank you ma'am” session, and it fit the bill perfectly.

The next morning I checked out and headed to HKG for my flight to Bangkok, which will result, of course, in another story to tell…

Too bad you could'nt have gotten Gong Ho at the Fook Kiu Mansion !! :-)

Is it Gong Ho or Gong Sho?

I was chuckling myself at all the potential puns over both names, especially the Fook Kiu Mansion. I swear someone had a sense of humor when they named that building.

It must be that the stranger the girl's name, the hotter the girl b/c one of the hottest girls that I met through 141 was "Man Man" (Xen's rec) and another I recall was "Ling Ling". The 141 was exciting and all, but it did take a lot of energy and many of the girls were not there, busy, or not as advertised. I mentioned that one guy went to clusters of 141 houses and simply knocked on each door to see what was available...real pro here.

Anyway, thanks for the good memories.

More-saki-

Thanks for sharing the resource of 141 with the board. Looks like a YMMV kinda deal but a resource none the less.

Some hot looking girls there.....and many have real nice tits!

Heres to perky nipples and tight pussy!

Nice to see you on the board again buddy.

Tchau

Herr Sand, good to hear from you. Contrary to popular belief, there are a lot of Chinese girls with ample chests, especially in proportion to their generally smaller bodies. I'm sure you would find many to your satisfaction in the greater Macau/Hong Kong area (er, you probably already have).

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