Jessy was a spinner, a self-evident truth if ever there was one. I ascribe it to the luck of serendipitous proximity, but she was the first girl the mamasan threw at me at Hotel Travel. And she stuck. I meted out a mental gold star to that mamasan for getting one right on the first attempt.

Moments later, I commenced with the unwrapping of my petite present. She proved to be quite the willing participant. Our bodies coalesced in a rapturous sweat, lips locked in a perpetual kiss. Alas such bliss is ephemeral, and the moment passed. But I parted with the consolation of content, if not a thinner wallet. Thus transpired the overture as the curtain rose on another trip to Jakarta.

Photos: Jessy 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

Yes, I was back in the Big Durian. My wingman, MongerX, was waiting for me downstairs. With him was a fellow hobbyist, but not a member of any board. A friend of Cubanut’s, he resides in Vietnam. For anonymity’s sake, I’ll call him “Bond”. Ready for dinner, the 3 of us made our way through the rapidly darkening streets of Jakarta to everyone’s favorite sidewalk steakhouse, John’s Steak.

Afterwards, they opted for a long cab ride to someplace I had never heard of, called Top One. For reasons that are not apparent to me now through the prism of time, I had no interest in going. Instead I was soon sailing on an ojek through a sea of back alleys to Stadium. I figured I was good for one more session before succumbing to the curse of vast longitudes.

Nia was from Bandung. She had a great body and spoke some Japanese, as many girls seem to at Stadium. But my ability to converse with her in a shared third language was to no avail. After summiting a peak with Jessy, matters plummeted into an abyss. The list of “no” is long and would bore you. Suffice it to say, she topped off a wretched performance with a complaint about the tip. I smiled at her and said “If you don’t like the tip, then give it back to me.” I’m sure her scowl would have frozen lava had I bothered to look at. But my bed beckoned, and I rapidly faded into the darkness. Sleep was devoutly to be wished.


Morning broke and soon found me in the Novotel’s restaurant with Bond, MX, and MX’s girl of the night, Cintra, yet another alluring member of his legendary starting rotation. The boys were ready to roll after fueling up. It was to be an afternoon at the Melawai Hotel.

The Melawai is a curious institution in Jakarta, renown for its longevity and the threesome service on offer to the intrepid mongerer. The décor and ambience are somewhat reminiscent of a dimly lit, rundown Howard Johnson’s lounge in Barstow, California, circa 1975. Only worse.

My first visit last year was a disappointment, in that the selection was sparse. I did not partake then. So it was with some trepidation that I again step foot on the premises. The mongering gods were with me that day. After quickly scanning the lounge for potential recruits with the built in radar that men of our ilk seem to possess, I settled on a girl named A. If one were to press me, I’d be the first to admit that her face was average, possibly even unattractive to some of the pickier folk in our business. But she laid claim to a skinny spinner body that couldn’t be ignored, and she seemed to be quite keen for some Purple meat.

In hindsight it was the single most beneficent decision I made on the trip. She treated me like tomorrow wouldn’t arrive unless I left the Melawai dazed with pleasure. While Bond and MX worked on finalizing their arrangements, she straddled my lap and licked my tongue. I was soon to have one of my best sessions ever in Jakarta.

As soon as the door shut behind us, she yanked down my shorts and commenced to blow me as she undressed. We proceeded to have what is known in the common vernacular as “pornstar sex.” No part of the bed remained safe from our bodily fluids. No part of our bodies went neglected. Time flew by. An inquiry about it elicited a “I don’t care, keep going” response. Finally we collapsed into a sweaty spoon, our lungs desperate for air.

At last we returned to the lounge. We had gone far beyond the 60 minute limit at the Melawai, but she didn’t care. She lovingly accosted MX and began jabbering to him excitedly, practically hugging him. He poked his head around her shoulder and grinned at me. “She’s raving about the incredible ‘service’ (oral sex) you gave.” I beamed. Really, it was my pleasure. She asked me not to post any photos of her face, so I will leave you with these two anonymous shots of her body.

Photos: Melawi A 09 10

After a snack in one of the food courts at a nearby mall, we took a taxi to the Marlioboro. I guess this was the day for second chances, as I also retained a less than favorable impression of it from my previous trip. Now that the Melawai had lifted itself into the realm of redemption, maybe the Marlioboro would follow suit.

After getting our wrist bands at the front desk, we checked out the hot tub area. Techno music was blaring. A crew of topless dancers were giving lap dances in the pool, a sight that brought tears to my eyes. Quite frankly I thought that was a pretty cool thing, and quickly upgraded the Marlioboro. Were we on the road to redemption?

Upstairs we found the usual collection of stunning mainland Chinese girls. With food and drinks, we soaked up the ambience and indulged in all the Cathay eye candy that was floating around. And then a funny thing happened on the way to the bathroom. A group of girls were hanging out at the top of the stairs. As I passed them by, one of them flagged me down, and I was stunned to see it was Bella, a girl I briefly met on my last visit who would have nothing to do with a bule in bed. When I met her, she was the regular of one of MX’s local friends, who I’ll call the Encyclopedia.

As I write this, I am still mystified as to why she flagged me, and maybe she is too. She had been quite verbal in the past about her unwillingness to physically interact with a bule. But here she was, engaged in a halting effort to be my companion. Her friends and the mamasan egged her on, and my surprise at her overture turned to shock when she agreed. And it wasn’t just me. MX’s eyes popped out of their sockets in disbelief when I returned to the table with her holding my hand. Finally we went up, my first ever session at Marlioboro. I was to be her first bule, boldly going where no Hombre had gone before.

Believe me, none of you missed anything.

From the apogee of A at the Melawai, I visited the perigee of Bella. The session stank. Frankly, I think she was already regretting her decision before we even got to the room. She proved to be a Nia clone, with a long list of blocked body parts. I firmly believe that a genetic analysis would have shown that her DNA was actually a derivative of the starfish genus. The only saving grace was that she was very, very snug down there, and I had to minimize my thrusting speed in order to avoid membership in the quick shot artist club.

I finally finished off in my patented doggie position and called it a session. 4 girls into the trip and I was already seeing a pattern form, rocketing to vertiginous highs followed by plummets to subterranean lows. Thus far there was no middle ground. I was starting to feel like a mongering microcosmic representation of American politics.

While Bella showered, a text arrived from MX. He was at the Java Spa. Bond was nowhere to be found, so I grabbed a cab and joined him. Java Spa is a minor league, lower market kind of joint located in the Kota Indah area.

Upon arrival, I went up to the second floor where I found MX stationed at a barstool at a counter. Between his legs, leaning back against the counter was the immediate object of his affections. Another customer in his pajamas was passed out in one of the lounge chairs, snoring in rhythm to the music playing in the background. The dimly-lit room was barren, devoid of décor beyond the occasional ash tray, with a white linoleum floor and second-hand furniture.

Aside from the cewek occupying MX’s attention, the girls were all huddled behind the bar counter. Two were playing card games on a computer; most were mesmerized by a small, flickering TV. The rest did their best not to look too bored as they watched the paint peel off the walls. I’ve seen more energy in a retirement home. It was not exactly a selection that would inspire men’s souls to sing to the heavens. However, there was one gem who looked tantalizing. Yes, you guessed it, the cute spinner. And yes, you guessed it, she just began her period. She said to come back in 4 days. So the story goes – I have heard that one before a few times in my mongering career.

But I wasn’t the only bogey that went down in flames. Silvertongue MX couldn’t convince the girl on his lap that she’d be more comfortable in his hotel bed, so we hightailed it for the Kota bars, despite the fact that it was already 11 pm and the selection would most likely be picked clean. We were men on a mission and time was of the essence.

We began with Royal. MX immediately stumbled into Dian, a girl I did on the last trip (and had plans to do again this time around), and took her up without blinking. Bond finally showed up; he and I headed to LA Bar. We waded through the crowed to the back seating area, where the mamasans threw no less than 4 overweight girls at me before one of them got the Hotel Travel inspiration channeled to her and threw me a stick. The stick stuck.

Uber-skinny, Sri had GFE written all over her. We immediately embraced in the room and began kissing. As I undressed her, she asked me to go slow and be gentle, in English no less. She turned out to be a very sweet girl and we made slow love, replete with copious amounts of DFK and DATY, as love songs played in the background from her cell phone. It was a fabulous experience, and unusually sentimental for a short time session. Along with A, she went on the “must repeat” list for this trip.

Photos: Sri 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18

The pattern of extremes continued. The terrible Bella session had now been exorcized by the wonderful Sri. I had climbed back to the summit to pay homage in the promised land.

The next morning, MX introduced me to his chocolate bunny, Dina. I had been dying to see her in person ever since he showed me a picture of her several months prior. A university student, imagine a short broom stick with two large balloons attached, and you’d have her pretty well visualized. The drool oozing from my mouth made it evident that my sexual curiosity was piqued. She was the epitome of a delectable little morsel. After he finished a quickie with her, we gathered Bond and MX’s friend Genki for a sojourn to Tropical in two taxis.

Tropical is another place that I wasn’t too thrilled about going back to, but again, in the name of second chances, I undertook a second at bat. Getting stuck with the taxi driver from hell certainly didn’t bode well. I’ve only seen MX get angry twice, and both times were at taxi drivers who wouldn’t follow directions. This was one of those times. Ours ignored us and took the wrong road in explicit contradiction to what MX told him to do. The result was we got stuck in a severe traffic jam that we had expressly wanted to avoid. It cost us a whole lot of time.

The long delay also broke my bladder. I had to GO, BAD. Finally I bolted from our stationary taxi, and ran into a furniture shop that was directly outside the car door. As to what I needed, there could be no doubt. But there are some cruel people in this world, and one of them is an old hag who works in a furniture store in Jakarta. As I danced around like a drunk chicken, she tried to wave me away – there was no way in hell she was going to allow me to use their toilet. Luckily an understanding young woman pointed the way for me and the day was saved, just in the nick of time. MX laughed his ass off at the sight of the cruel hag making me do the pee dance. I felt about 5 pounds lighter when I got back in the taxi.

Bond and Genki had been at Tropical for a long time when we finally arrived. Bond had already picked the one girl that interested me out of the miniscule freelancer lineup. One of my many issues with Tropical is that they don’t let you see the house massage girls. The freelancers sit in the lobby in plain sight, but the house girls are hidden away. Just like Starfleet, Murasaki has a Prime Directive: when it comes to sex NO ONE picks my girl for me, and I MUST see the girl in person before I agree to anything. Tropical was in violation of the Prime Directive. I had frittered away an afternoon getting out there. Time to cut bait. Strike two and Tropical is out. I will never return.

Genki helped me hail a taxi, and ensured that it took the back way out, avoiding the perpetual traffic jam out front. I made my way to Kota Indah, where I found Dian available in Royal and went upstairs for a reunion tour of her body. I was not disappointed. At last, I strung two excellent sessions in a row. Like my last time with her, I fired away with the camera. At this point I must extend my apologies to Hombre for the large number of black dots he’s going to have to place on these. What can I say, Dian is a “black dot” kind of girl.

Photos: Dian 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34

After floating downstairs, I made my first visit of the trip to Sands massage. My favorite, 87, was with “Mr. Lim” according to the schedule desk, so I had a decent massage with 83, sans any hanky panky. I was meeting my GF from the last two trips that evening, and since I couldn’t have the phenomenal 87, I decided to save the ammo for her.

I picked the GF up in front of the Sparks Hotel and took her to dinner at the Tamani Café. I hadn’t seen her in six months. She was looking extraordinarily sexy in the shorts she chose to wear for the evening. I enjoyed taking in the view. I really do like her look.

She stayed until 2 the next afternoon, when the boys were ready to roll. MX, Bond, and I grabbed a cab to the Comfort. And thus began a comical, Keystone Kops chain of events. In hindsight, we must have looked like lunatics to the staff there. It all began as we walked up to the counter to get our wristbands. Like a bolt from the blue, MX realized that he didn’t have his phone. Anyone who has been to Jakarta knows that you simply cannot function without a phone, especially when you have a surfeit of valuable numbers that were not backed up anywhere. Like MX.

Needless to say, he freaked. He thought it may slipped out of his pocked in the cab, so we burst out the front door into the street, arms flailing wildly about, but of course the cab was gone. After about 40 minutes of using my phone to communicate with the Novotel, and my having to wait in the Comfort lobby because I couldn’t get a signal inside, the hotel finally called back with the triumphant news: he had left it in his room. The sigh of relief that emanated from his general direction would have powered a wind farm for days on end.

MX stayed at Comfort. Like Tropical, it is a venue that violates my Prime Directive, so I hustled out of there with Bond, and we went to Hotel Travel. We decided to scope out the selection in the back pool room before scanning the front. A mamasan proceeded to flog Tia, one of MX’s regular girls, at me. It was quite hilarious as Tia frantically waved her arms no. The fear on her face was distinctly palpable, as she was aghast at the notion of screwing one of MX’s friends.

After Bond selected a girl, I returned to the front of the house to see Mommy Lily. Ria was sitting on the couch. Like Dian, she was on my repeat list from last December, and given that she is rarely available, I snatched her up.

She still had a fabulous body – but she also had a cold sore, so kissing was out of the question. I had to wait awhile downstairs after we finished, as Bond got an extra long session from his girl. Then he and I went to John’s Steak for dinner. Of course, MX didn’t have his phone, so we couldn’t text him our location. Bond and I had a nice long chat with John, who came and sat at our table for a while. MX finally called after he got back to the hotel. I made arrangements to meet him and the Encyclopedia in Kota Indah. Bond was going off to some hotel bar down in the business district which I had no interest in checking out.

At Sari Ayu, MX wound up with a short-haired girl who turned out to be a monster fuck. He raved about it for days afterward. In fact I think he was literally glowing when I saw him come downstairs. My hitting streak came to an end as the spinner I chose, Ella, had the surname of lemon. As they say, it’s always a crapshoot anyway. To be continued...

The next day was MY day. It was my birthday. Consequently, all parties ceded itinerary planning to me. And of course this being Jakarta, very little went off as planned.

What I intended:

Afternoon: Spend the day at one of the high-class male emporiums and splurge.
Evening: Dinner at the Marriott, with Angel as my date (the boys and their dates as well, of course). Angel is yet another girl that I had been lusting for out of MX’s past collection of photographs. He had been working on setting her up for me for the evening.

What happened:

I had decided that Sumo would be the target of the birthday splurge. I had visited the lobby of Sumo during my first trip in 2005, but I never got to see the inside. It was time to indulge in the complete experience, so at noon, MX, Bond, and I piled into a cab and began our journey to the far east (of Jakarta that is). After changing into our pajamas, we promptly went upstairs to check out the selection.

Sumo has an interesting layout. The first floor is the where the locker room, hot tub and sauna facilities reside. The second floor is dominated by a large theater, consisting of oversized lounge chairs with ottomans facing three large screens. To the left is the bar, to the right a seating area with tables. Back by the stairway are two rooms where the talent is kept. One room is occupied by the visiting Chinese and Russians. The other hosts the home team Indo girls. The visitors can also be found roaming the theater area, where they will chat for a while with the stray passerby.

As we topped the stairs, our eyes were collectively distracted by some top-notch Chinese girls that were prancing around in various forms of lingerie. But at 1.5 million rupiah, none of us were going there and we instead made a beeline for the local room. I instantaneously spotted a girl I wanted and put her on ice. There was no hesitation. I did not stop at Go to collect my $200. I saw that face and body and pulled the trigger. Her name was Salsa and she was hot.

In one of the funnier moments of what I’ve witnessed in my mongering career, I watched as MX and Bond dickered with each other over another hottie. Unfortunately, they took too damn long, like the two considerate chipmunks in those old Warner Brothers cartoons, and another guy stole up and snagged the girl. They were pissed! I laughed my ass off. But ultimately the laugh was on me.

They gave up for the moment, and we decided to go take a soak and wait for more girls to come in. After toweling off, we went upstairs. I grabbed Salsa and headed into the theater for some snuggling and drinks. With my feet propped up on the ottoman, she was on me like white on rice. We cuddled. She spent a lot of time stroking the little purple one as I felt her out, to much giggling. She nibbled on my earlobes. She rubbed her crotch on my leg. Her body language and attitude were perfect. She had a slinky build with a beautiful face. She had the bullets in their chambers begging to be fired. The head of steam in my boiler was threatening explosions. I was REALLY looking forward to a monster birthday romp.

She was the greatest bait and switch artist I have ever encountered.

Upstairs in the room, a different girl showed up. She wouldn’t kiss, kept stopping me from trying to suck her nipples, of course wouldn’t allow any nude photos, and somehow managed to short me on time. Not that I minded this last bit all that much considering everything else that “didn’t” happen.

Photos: Greatest Bait & Switch 35 36 37 38 39 40 41

Back downstairs, I plopped into one of the theater chairs, ordered a cold drink, and enjoyed the Chinese eye candy parade. I figured it would be a while waiting for the other two to finish. I was particularly smitten with a knockout from Shenzhen who I got to chat with for a while, as she spoke pretty good English. She was tall, had a brilliant smile, and a body built like a brick shithouse. And I mean that in the best possible sense. She was amazing. She kept smiling and waving to me, even when she was with a guy who eventually took her up. She definitely knew her business, and knew how to make a guy feel special. If I had seen her first, who knows, maybe I would have splurged and pulled the trigger. After all, it was my birthday. But then again, speaking of bait and switch artists….

Suddenly, MX materialized at my side. I had to get out a tape measure to see how wide the smile on his face was. The bastard scored a winning a goal in OT to bring home a championship. That’s how good his session was. He gushed and beamed all the way back to the Novotel about the girl he had. I caught a word here and a phrase there. Ropes. Handcuffs. Anal. Something about a goat…. Damn it, on MY birthday! But I was happy at least somebody scored at Sumo.

Descending back to earth, he got on the phone to coordinate Angel’s arrival time, and to tell his date, Tia, to come over. Angel didn’t want to go to dinner, so I was going to session with her and get some pre-dinner nookie before our departure for the Marriott. She arrived a bit late, and was quite squirrelly to start things off. Angel has one of those “ultimate Gumby” bodies that I so dearly love, with a phenomenally slender waist topped off with firm cupcake breasts.

When I got her to calm down and out of her clothes, the session turned out to be pretty good. The hilarious thing is that she spent 45 minutes in my bathroom afterward, doing the full makeup bit. Although she insisted that she was going to see her mother, it was obvious to me that she was going out on the town. I just laughed at her insistence over her intentions. MX told me to give her 250,000, but my notes say that I gave her 285,000. Regardless, she later sent him a text complaining that it wasn’t enough. Oh well.

As a side note, the attached photos are an excellent example of just how much white makeup some of these girls cake on their faces, and the massive difference it can make in appearances when a photo is taken with a flash. Obviously the nude photos are Angel with no makeup at all. The last photo is the end result of her 45 minutes in the bathroom. She could have given Casper the Ghost a run for his money.

Photos: Angel 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50

While we were sessioning, a massive downpour began, flooding Jakarta. It was bad enough in the business district to keep people in their offices. MX and I decided to postpone the Marriott excursion to the following evening and instead he treated myself, Tia, and Bond to some Japanese shabu-shabu at Sumibian right there in Mangga Dua Square. It was delicious and I was quite impressed with the quality of the beef. We all stumbled back to our rooms after that. MX had business with Tia, Bond and I had sleep to catch up on.

Morning came, and MX rang me up to say that Dina was making a house call and bringing her friend. Would I be interested in scoping out the friend for possible action? Well does the Pope shit in the woods? Of course. I scooted on over. The friend was a butterface, but my god she had an awesome, hard spinner body. I swear you could have bounced quarters off her abs. I was game to go, but the friend wasn’t (apparently terrified of fucking a bule from what MX told me later), so I split. Apparently I was in need of another mongering fiasco, so I headed to Java spa in hopes of finding the girl from my first visit. She was still out sick, but there was another girl who was cute. She was number 31, Titi.

After I got undressed, she had me lay down for a body rub, and this is when the comedy of errors began. After much confusion and communication failures, it turned out that she doesn’t provide full service. I wanted to get laid, so I cut the session short and jumped in the shower while she ran off. As I’m standing there showering off, she brought another girl into the room who could speak English to tell me what I already knew: no fucking. A few days later, Genki told me that Titi was a notoriously tough one and extremely moody. She does provide full service, but it’s once in a blue moon.

I bolted down the road to Kota Indah. It was time for a sure thing, since I had to be back at the hotel in the early evening to meet the GF and crew for the Marriott. So I went to LA Bar and found sweet Sri. The fates were kind and she proved to be just as good the second time as the first.

Later, MX and I loaded my GF and Cinta into a cab for the long journey to the Marriott. I was relieved that the two girls got along, given the nasty incident that happened the last time I introduced the GF to one of MX’s girls. Bond showed up later and joined the pigs at the trough. God I was stuffed.

I spent the next day and night with the GF. The only thing to note was I slipped away for a few hours to Sands for a massage when she went home to get a change of clothes. 80 was taken of course, so I tried 78, the girl MX had recommended for the fantastic ball massage. Everything was good; unfortunately she had turned into something of a scammer, as she delayed all the good stuff until the very end, forcing me to pay for a time extension in order to finish. Scratch her off the list.

My GF left the next morning to catch a flight, and Bond left for Bali with a girl he met at Bintang Mewar. MX and I left at 11 for the Melawai. I repeated with A who literally fucked me all over the room. She was simply insatiable. After that, MX and I walked over to Faletahan for lunch at the Sportsmen’s Pub. I was finally going to meet Wicked Willy, who brought his current GF. We had a great time, and he proved to be a great guy to be around.

Afterward, MX and I journeyed to Glodock Plaza to meet Encyclopedia and Genki for a soak at the Crown Spa. I had been to the Crown disco before (my GF used to be a house dancer there), but I didn’t know they had a spa as well. I wound up getting a HJ from the girl, who wanted a massive tip afterwards. I gave her 50k, which is what I tip at Sands, but she wanted 150. I just laughed at her and left. Encyclopedia said that 50 was more than fair, and that she was just trying to take advantage of me. He actually had a bad experience with his girl and finished his session early.

MX departed the next morning to return home. As a parting gift, he gave me Dina’s number and had told her I may be calling. Cad that I am, I didn’t wait for the body to get cold before I began my SMS exchange, as I really wanted to bang her. I had my Lonely Planet Indonesian Phrasebook, and a Bahasa dictionary to help me compose my messages and translate her responses. She spoke zero English, so everything needed to be done by text. Here is how our exchange went:

Me: (In mangled Bahasa) Hi Dina, I like you, do you want to meet me?
Dina: When?
Me: Today
Dina: Where?
Me: Novotel
Dina: Murasaki who much are you going to pay me?
Me: 300,000 rupiah
Dina: Monger X gives me 500,000.
Me: He said 250.
Dina: No he gives me 500,000.
Me: Sorry, that’s too much. Take care.

One hour goes by....

Dina: Murasaki contact me!
Me: 300,000 rupiah
Dina: Ok.

She came an hour late, sporting a large divot in her leg from an ojek accident she had on the way. Aside from the blood, I was in awe to see her in the nude once I got the clothes off. It’s a pity she was a terrible lay, but damn she was good to look at, and I enjoyed playing with the fun bags.

After cleaning up, I set forth for Lokasari. I had been meaning to get to TC’s all week, but kept getting sidetracked, so I was bound and determined to make it that day. I found the mommy I usually work with, and she set me up with a spinner of course, by the name of April, from Indra Mayu. The session was decent (at last the middle ground had been rediscovered!). I gave mommy a tip, and she told me to come back the next day, she had another girl she thought I’d be interested in.

I met up with Wicked Willy that night. After dinner at the Imperial Chef, we checked out Stadium, Angrek, and Travel Hotel. Neither one of us pulled the trigger, but I had already done 2 girls that day so I was content.

The next morning, it was déjà vu all over again. Dina sent me a text:

Dina: Murasaki, do you want to see me today? (I hadn’t been planning on another session, but since I didn’t get any photos the previous day...)
Me: Ok to take photos?
Dina: OK!

So she came over for another starfish fuck, but at least this time I got some photos of her, including a few penetration shots. Unfortunately these shots will remain in private reserve. Sorry guys!

In keeping with the déjà vu theme, after Dina left I went back to TC’s. The mommy disappeared into the darkness and brought back to me a girl named Sari, who was a cute spinner. Mommy was right. Sold! Not only was it a good session, but she was also a decent kisser. Back in the disco area, after having popped twice in the last two hours, the mommy threw yet another cute spinner at me. Resistance was futile. I had to have her, so back to the rooms I went. It turned out that she was quite new and wouldn’t kiss. But god oh god was she tight, which is what I needed given the short recovery time I was working with. I was able to get the shot off.
The remainder of the week became a blur. A few nights out with Encyclopedia and Genki to various venues. A return visit to TCs. Bintang Mewar. The GF came back early, so I spent more time with her. On the penultimate night of my trip, Wicked Willy, Encyclopedia, Genki and I hit John’s Steak for dinner, and then went to Stadium.

All 4 of us took girls out of the second floor disco room. I got a bit lucky and scored a goal with Shinta, who gave me a great session and lots of kissing. WW and I were both very happy with our sessions. Unfortunately Encyclopedia and Genki, the home squad, both wound up with duds. That was a big reminder to me. It just goes to show that mongering is a roll of the dice. Even the local guys get bad girls and have terrible sessions.

I got one shot of Shinta:

Photo: Shinta 51

The following day was my last in country. The GF had left on another trip, so there was to be no more time with her. Genki and I went to check out the posh Sun City massage palace (I made a separate post in discus about this place). I took an ojek from there to meet Encyclopedia at Royal. We were then joined by another friend of his and went to Bintang Mewar. This would be my last session of the trip.

I wound up with a girl named Oni, and it turned out to be a good pick. We had a pretty good session that ended with a lot of laughter. Just as I was about to cum, she started to put the pussy squeeze on me. Not only did it feel damn good getting clenched while blowing the load, it also made me very giggly, and I couldn’t stop laughing, while simultaneously moaning “bagus, bagus.” As I’m laughing and moaning, she is trying to shush me (the walls are very thin), which only made me laugh more. And then another squeeze, another moan… the cycle continued. It was a blissful end to my sojourn in the bastion of wanton virtue.

Murasaki

Truly epic report and some incredibly hot ladies. I am muy impressed. I met the gent you call Bond on a prior trip to AC. He is a great guy and should be a member of this board. He could serve up some valuable info on the Viet scene for sure.

The last pic of your first girl has a faint resemblance to our old Thai friend Ya don't you think.
Maybe it's just the blond hair but I do think there is a facial similarity also. I was very attracted to her - perhaps because of the triggering of memories of Ya.

Mmmmmmm Ya -- my groin still aches when I think of her.

Shinta is another real beauty of the trophy variety and Sri is very cute. Incredibly impressive group of girls . Congrats my friend !!

Thanks KM, too bad you weren't there to experience for yourself. Now that you mention it, she is somewhat reminiscent of Ya. Hadn't made that connection until now.

I think your groin aches for some Thai poontang. Maybe February?

Bond was great to hang with. It would be great to get him to join the board, but he is working 14 hour days last I heard, without much time for anything. But he did give me and MX some interesting inside info on Vietnam.....

"There are some cruel people in this world, and one of them is an old hag who works at a furniture store in Jakarta..."

Great stuff. Thanks...

Why do many of the girls wear a lot of make up? Can you please explain?

Sounds like you had quite the rollercoaster ride of great and aweful sessions but evened out in the end. Nearly all of the girls are stunning but its tough to convey that in photos with JKT girls with that thick white shit they wear on their face.

I have also met Dina and am truly jealous that you got to bang her. Unreal body and cute face.

Andres, the girls are trying to look like they have lighter skin, as it so valued in East Asia. They don't look as bad in person; camera flashes distort the appearance, so photos tend to look worse than the reality.

Un-fucking-believable. My own recent lame report on a J-town visit is but a lousy appetizer compared to this full course meal.

Since Dina was so willing to allow spread leg shots, and I understand the restrictions of the board, isn't there an alternative internet venue on which to post the uncensored shots? Puhleeeze?

good to see ya in action again buddy. Nice report, nice pics and you were hanging out with some good guys.

Not sure I ever want to monger with ya though because you and I would be going for the same girls all the time.....LOL

Angel was a real cutie.

These girls don't realize they are way more beautiful than these white, fat, piggy girls known as "american girls"

The girls wear the white face because the clientele is mainly local chinese who place a premium on fairer skin. For us th darker skin is exotic and attractive because we are surrounded by white skin. For the Indo locals its the opposite. Also, there wear a fair amount of make-up because thew venues are very low light level. Much lower than anything you have likely experienced elsewhere. Remember these venues are geared for locals not us Westerners, although we are welcomed and treated well. So don't expect them to cater to our tastes.

The make-up shows up very poorly in posted photos because of the flash. Taking photos of the girls is very challenging in Jakarta short time places. The rooms almost never have natural light nor sufficient artificial light to forgo using a flash. Furthermore, bringing a camera with a flash kit is not practical.

Awesome report Mr. Purple. Always a blast to hang with you, and it was nice to relive some of the memories. And the session I had at Sumo and SA were standard deviations above the the already lofty Jakarta average session. And I was shocked that your Sumo session went south, the body language in the theatre was screaming super fuck.

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Just great to have you back, Murusaki samma. As always, a brilliant report and cracking photos. You're the man.

Thanks Herman, though I can assure you I never left. I've been around!

WARNING!:

Enjoying one of these photos could mean you are Gay.

Some very beautiful girls, especially after a good shower washes all that white paint off their face.

Not nice Cincoleche. True, but not nice. LOL

Off all the asias girls, I think the indonesian girls and the Malaysian girls are by far more better looking and delicate. I would make the effort to go their and not phillipnes or Thailand or Vietnam. Anybody else agree?

Its a pity that the greatest bait and switch didn't work out, because she really looks a lot like Maria Bartiromo.

anyone in Jakarta on the 20 and 21st of august this month???

Big M,

Angel does it for me. Nice tits! You have convinced me that Jakarta is the place.

Im into tits...

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Photo: Into Tits

If you want to catch Angel she was last seen in Singapore Geylang doing probably around 15 guys a day. If you can pass you a local, all yours for 20 minutes at the bargain price of S$35. If you can't pass as local you get to pay the premium of S$70 for the same.

MX

So you're saying she is one of the low volume girls in Geylang? Sounds like the GFE I've been dreaming of.

Now, those are two very succulent breasts. Thank you for that one pic.

mura, can't say I read every word just yet, but very nice report indeed!

many kudos for sharing.