I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

“Into My Arms”
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Well it all seems like a dream now. I sit here in a dazed reverie, ensconced in front of my computer, musing over events that happened a lifetime ago. Or maybe it was just a few months. Sometimes I can’t say for sure. One so easily loses track of time in the cold and heartless maw of winter, yearning for the return of warmth, the return of spring, the return of light. For a return to China.

Stay a while if you will, and listen if you want, to tales of unequaled lubriciousness, as my little retrospection journeys back in time to the demimonde of southern China.

It was late 2007, in the waning months when one looks forward to closing out affairs and beginning another year anew. The tale begins in a geographical montrosity known as Shenzhen. I had just gotten off an Air Asia flight from Bangkok. The ultimate destination was a town called Changping, which in the past three years had risen to preeminence in China as the nation’s most comprehensive redlight district.

Earlier in the decade, the title was held by Hainan Island. I had learned from many sources that Hainan was the place to be for those who were inclined to indulge in the delights of the Chinese. But alas, the normal constraints of time and money that usually limit such forays were prominent, and I never made it to Hainan. With the ascendancy of Changping to the throne, I was determined not to miss the boat again. I had resolved to visit during the heyday, and was now making good on that promise.

I had planned on capping my international tour with a fling in Changping. But Monger X phoned me in Bangkok, as my mafia godfather used to say, with a deal I couldn’t refuse. He was going to be in Changping for a week, joined by a mob of friends of his from Korea, and wanted me to join them. About this time I also got the invitation to Wicked Willy’s wedding in Jakarta. It took me 4 days, but after moving heaven, earth, and a few comets, I rejigged my entire flight schedule to hit Changping with MX, and attend WW’s wedding in Jakarta. Life, as they say, was going to be good.

The flight touched down at around 11 pm. I had the good fortune of Crazier hooking me up with his regular driver, who met me out front and whisked me off to Changping, about an hour’s drive away. My destination was the Hui Hua Hotel, next door to the infamous Miraton Hotel. Little did I know I was checking into what turned out to be the ultimate mongering hotel. It was a place where delight lurked around every corner, and one never knew if it would manifest itself visually, or in a more physical manner. But manifest itself it would. Of that there would be no doubt.

It was after 12:30 in the morning when I threw my bags in the room. The desk put me next door to MX, so I promptly rang his bell. True to fashion, he answered with a towel around the waist and the vague haze of afterglow hovering around his face. Getting dressed behind him was the causal factor of said afterglow.

As I shamelessly scoped out his latest conquest, I learned from him the big surprise of the day: Merlin and Tujunga were joining us, having arrived the previous day. I had only met Merlin once in a civilian setting stateside; Tujunga I had never met. In addition, Sukhumvitter was living in the area and would be joining us for a bit. And my buddy Rhover would be coming down at the end of the week. It quickly turned into a mini-hombre convention.

A few minutes later, we headed downstairs to join Merlin and Tujunga in the lobby. Although it was close to 1 am, I was about to engage in my first chicken run. They were taking me to the Night Market, Changping’s haven for those who have the urge for a late snack.

Thus began a sequence of events that would become routine the rest of the week. Walk through the front doors of the hotel and turn left. Walk past the Miraton, which sits on the corner, jaywalk across the street, and grab one of the little mini-van taxis for a chicken run to either the night market or the Yalan Hotel area. The vans cost about 10-15 yuan for these shorter chicken runs.

The night market is about five minutes away, the Yalan another two minutes or so past that. “Night Market” is a mongering appellation, simply connoting a late night place to find girls. There is no actual market there. It is simply an alley off the main road. Lining the alley are approximately 10-15 brothels offering girls for take out back to your hotel room.

I believe Merlin and Tujunga both got girls. I found a hottie, but the mama-san wouldn’t budge on an inflated price, and so I left empty-handed, as did MX. After the six of us piled into a van back to the Hui Hua, MX and I bid the boys farewell and walked down the main street to the Lucky Hotel. This is an area where the “pussy wagons” are known to congregate.

Pussy wagons have a comical ambience about them. They are brothels on wheels, mini-vans stuffed with working girls and a mama-san. They pull up to sidewalks, pop open the door and let you look at the wares. Prices were 150 yuan. You paid 50 to the mama up front, then 100 to the girl afterwards. The mama-sans could be quite hilarious in their efforts to make a sale, including whipping out the girls breasts on the sidewalk for you to look at and fondle.

On our way down the sidewalk, we were accosted by a toddler begging for money. She couldn’t have been more than 2 years old, but she ran with us, clinging to our legs, chanting over and over again “Mmmmmm – money, mmmmmm-money” as if it were a mantra that would gain her entry to nirvana. A woman I believe to be the toddler’s grandmother followed us from a distance. The kid was incredibly insistent and followed for at least two blocks. We got accosted almost every day for the rest of the week by the “mmmmm –money” chant. It became a running joke between MX and I. Even later in Jakarta we’d say to each other “Hey, do you have enough mmmmmmm – money?”

Oh yes, the pussy wagon. There weren’t too many out that particular night, but we both managed to pick one to our satisfaction. Unfortunately, I bowled a gutter for my lead-off girl of the trip. I call her “cave girl” as she behaved like a neanderthal in the room. She apparently didn’t know what a trash can was, leaving a mess of orange peels and nut shells all over my floor. She spread water all over the bathroom, tried several times to use the hotel room phone to make calls (despite the fact she had a cell phone), wouldn’t kiss, grunted a lot, and was exceptionally lousy in bed. The only redeeming thing about her was that she had a tight box, so I had no difficulty in getting the shot off.

It was standard practice for all the girls to ask for taxi money back to where you had gotten them, which usually meant 10-20 yuan depending on how far away you were. Generally I had no problem paying the taxi money. However, when cave girl asked for 10 yuan in taxi money after a very shitty performance, I pointed to the 18 yuan bag of pistachio shells that I had purchased for her and that were now carpeting my floor. Crestfallen, she slinked out, and I wondered if she had been raised by wolves.

The next day turned out to be a memorable one. It definitely ranks up in the top echelon of personal mongering memories. It was to be the night of the big foray to the Jia Yi KTV, where our extended group of Hombres and Koreans would experience the “Gauntlet.” Ever since I had first read about the Gauntlet in a Monger X report, I had been keen on experiencing it firsthand. But there were other things to do prior to nightfall.

After breakfast, MX, Merlin, Tujunaga, and myself joined MX’s friend from Korea, Poonhound, for a group foot massage across the street at the Walter Hotel. After getting our feet rubbed, and Merlin finished finger-banging his masseuse, we checked out the Catacombs area behind the Walter, where apparently 15 minute full service sessions are available for 30 yuan. No one partook, but I did see a couple of attractive girls during our jaunt.

Back to the hotel, we then all piled into a van for the first chicken run of the day. This time we drove past the night market and got out at the Yalan Hotel to hit all the BBS joints. After viewing several hidden rooms of girls in a couple of buildings that some mama-touts led us to, we ventured behind the Yalan, turned right at where the obese chickens were hovering, and then found the rat’s nest tree in a building’s courtyard, where there were two BBS joints. (In case you were wondering, this was frequently how we gave directions to each other: “Ok, turn left at the crippled cat. When you see the obese chickens, go 10 meters and look for the blue trashcan….”

We were herded into the first room, where the mamas began the usual routine of hurling girls at you until one sticks. While the others got engaged in negotiations, I slipped out to check out the other room. It didn’t take long before Xiao Xue from Hubei was in my arms. Merlin then slipped in and helped me with the negotiations. 100 to the mommy and 100 to the girl, plus 15 for the girl’s taxi back. A little more expensive than the pussy wagon last night, but she was certainly attractive enough. She had one of those skinny little asses that I like so much, as you can see from the nudie butt pic she let me take. None from the front unfortunately. The session was decent enough, but alas there was no kissing, which is always the biggest difficulty with Chinese girls.

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After she left, it was time to prepare for the evening’s main event. The Korean crowd arrived to join Poonhound. Together with the Hombres, we were to all congregate downstairs at 5 for an early dinner, then head over to the KTV for the big event.

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true

Into My Arms
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

So this is what happened. In my recent Bangkok report, I spoke of an incident in which I fell out of character at the Embassy massage parlor, and alluded to something similar in nature happening in Changping. So there we were, MX, Merlin, Tujunga, and myself, standing in front of the hotel where the cars drop off passengers, waiting to head over to dinner. A van pulled up. I am standing the closest to the van. Very close in fact, with MX just slightly behind and to my right. For some reason, I happened to be watching the people get out. For some reason, so was MX. And that’s when we saw HER.

She stepped out of the van and was now approximately five feet in front of me. I felt like someone had slapped me in the face with a 2 x 4. With a body built like a brick shithouse and a beautiful face, before me lay the most incredible rack I have ever seen. It wasn’t their massiveness that made them so incredible. Though mind you, they were massive. It was the ambience they protruded. It was the absolutely delightful natural jiggle they engaged in. They swayed in rhythm with her movements, with her walk, with the wind. Never before in the history of mankind had such lively breasts been witnessed. They seemed to have minds of their own. If she had been in ancient Greece, thousands of ships would have been launched in her name.

And of course her low cut blouse put the cleavage on view for the world to see. Mere seconds after she got out of the van, she leaned over to extend the handle on her little suitcase. The wonder twins jiggled, the blouse fell open, I bent my back, leaned over, and tracked them all the way down. And as I did so, the normally mellow and reserved Murasaki blurted out, quite loudly, for the world to hear, “HOLY SHIT!”

And talk about role reversals. MX, who is normally a chatterbox, had been stunned into silence. He was so dazed by the sight that he lost his vocal cords. And of course my uncharacteristic verbal explosion had spun Merlin and Tujunga around to see what the commotion was all about. In unison, the four of us gazed as she sauntered to the front door of the hotel, her breasts getting there about a minute before she did, and then disappear into the lobby with her honeyko in tow.

MX was gasping for air. I was struggling to compose myself. All the eyeballs in our little group were darting back and forth, sharing those knowing “did you just see what I just saw?” glances that men know so well. Honestly, my life will never be the same again. And we haven’t even got to the evening’s main event yet.

So where was I? Oh yeah, pardon my digression. The Jia Yi gauntlet starts at 6:30, and from what I heard, can be picked clean in 30 minutes, so we all wanted to be there at 6:30. After a pretty horrid Hunan dinner (I’m not fond of diced chicken bone), we got to Jia Yi a few minutes after opening. Mere words had not prepared me for the impact.

Reservations had already been made for our group. Prior to entering, MX told us that after we picked our girls, that we were to head upstairs to room B13.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the KTV set up, let me offer up a brief description, based on the knowledge I gained first-hand, supplemented by knowledge I obtained after my trip from Crazier.

KTV stands for Karaoke Television. They are usually largish facilities featuring a number of private suites outfitted with karaoke systems. They also offer women to serve as companions both in and out of the room if things should work out. Suites vary in size from being able to accommodate 10-12 people upwards to huge layouts that may hold 70 or more.

Most of the bigger KTVs also have open lounge areas where you can simply get a table instead of a private suite. The KTVs vary on how you would select your girl or girls. Some, like Jia Yi, feature a gauntlet system, in which you go to a large room, view all the girls and make your choice. Then you would bring the girl with you back to your room or table in the lounge. Others bring groups of girls to your room or your table for you to chose. If none suit your fancy, then more groups will be brought until you are satisfied. Having tried both systems, I can honestly say I much prefer the gauntlet system. Throw me into the pool and let me spear my fish. I’m too damn impatient to wait for an endless parade to march by.

All rooms have a minimum charge that you’ll need to meet before you leave. Charges vary according to the size of the room, but on average we were paying between 300-400 yuan each when the dust had settled. That includes all drinks, food, and tips to the room attendants, called “KJs.” If you have a table in the lounge at the Jia Yi, Crazier said that there is a minimum table charge of 200 yuan, plus one inexpensive lady drink.

Pricing for the girls works on what is called the “2-5-8” system. When you bring a girl to your room or table, you have 15 minutes to decide whether you want to keep her, at no charge. Beyond 15 minutes, you will need to pay the girl a sitting fee of 200 yuan for the night for staying with you. That fee is the same if she stays 20 minutes or until the joint closes. Thus the “2” in the “2-5-8” is 200. If you really like the girl and take her out of the facility for short time, the charge is a standard 500 yuan (the “5”). This is inclusive. Some people are mistaken in a belief that you have to pay 200 + 500 for ST. It is is 500 all-in. Lastly, if you decide to keep the girl overnight, the charge is 800 (the “8”), again all-in.

Obviously the girl isn’t keeping all that money for herself. The mama-san gets her commission, the KTV itself gets a cut, and in some cases, such as the Jia Yi, the girls have to pay to rent their nice outfits from the KTV. I spent 4 of my 8 nights in Changping at KTVs, and have to pass on an interesting little cultural difference between the Chinese and the Americans. We learned that the staff at the Jia Yi were so surprised that we’d only stay for 2 or 3 hours. The Chinese groups will stay all night, closing the place down. They will party for 8 or 10 hours. The Americans stay a short time and then split with their girls. What is the causal factor of this difference? It’s simple. The Americans are there to find a girl to fuck for the night. Once they have her, they’re basically ready to go enjoy their little present. The Chinese are there to party with their friends and business associates. The sex is secondary for them. For Americans, sex is the prime directive.

I will also share a bit of important information with you. When you pick a girl, always get the business card of her mama-san as well. With the mommy’s number, if you are going to return and want the same girl, you can phone ahead and have the girl put on ice. That assures she is not plucked before you can get there. Or you can just ask the mommy to send the girl to your hotel, without ever going to the KTV. The same pricing still applies: 500 for ST and 800 for LT, but at least you save on the KTV charges.

With that primer out of the way, let us return to the narrative. The Jia Yi is about a 10-15 minute drive from the Hui Hua Hotel. Entering the front doors, we found ourselves in a simple lobby with a reception counter and hotel check-in desk (the Jia Yi is actually a hotel – but it is dominated by the KTV facility, officially called TaoYuan Recreation Center, but commonly called Jia Yi by everyone). We were met by our bell captain, who led us back to the gauntlet. On the way, we passed through a corridor lined with all the uniformed service girls, who bowed and chanted a greeting in unison as we passed.

At the end of the corridor, we did a dogleg, turning left and then an immediate sharp right. Once we turned right, we were in the main hall, facing the guantlet . No, let me correct myself. Facing paradise would be a more accurate description. Mere words cannot convey the visual impact. Upon first sight, I let out a squel of delight. In front of me were somewhere between 300-400 young Chinese women, decked to the nines in elegant evening wear.

They were lined up so that they faced each other in three rows. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to walk up and down the three rows and pick your girl (or girls – you can choose as many as you want if you have the money to cover it), all the while trying not to lose your decorum in this testosterone-charged maelstrom.

And maelstrom it is. It becomes a whirling milieu of beautiful women. They’ll surround you, grope you, press their bodies against yours. Mommies will pull out breasts for you to examine. They will place your hand on girls’ asses so you can feel them out. They have one product to sell and are motivated to clear the stock. It is not for the discreet or shy. It is the world’s greatest meat market.

I began in the center row. I was in a daze, so I don’t know why I started there. I had lost track of all space and time. I knew not where my companions lie. All I knew was lust. I was in the pool and the fish were coming for me. Within the first 20 feet, I had passed on many 8’s and two 9’s. A few more steps and I was holding hands with an incredibly stunning girl, who was so hot she would have given molten lava a run for the money – and if had been anywhere else on the planet, I would have tied her to my body and called it quits for the night, possibly for days, she was that hot. But I was in the gauntlet and I simply had to see more.

I was surrounded. Girls mobbing me. Mommies shouting at me, grabbing me. I kept moving forward, girls parting before me as if I were blazing a path through a tangled jungle. I reached the back wall, and moved left to begin the return down the side row of girls. The roar was deafening. I was barely conscious of other men passing by me in the squall that was the gauntlet. And then, almost precisely in the middle of the hall, leaning up against the wall, I saw her. With a sudden, penetrating clarity, the world around me momentarily disolved into nothingness. All of existence in my mind’s eye was focused on a goddess. A great warmth overcame me, and I knew that all was good, and I knew that she shall be mine. I had found my little angel, and into my arms she came.

I was in love. In a moment she was snuggled up to me, her tiny, delicate arms wrapped around my waist, and her head dug into my chest. The world was spinning around, a chorus of seraphim humming in the background. I simply beamed at the mommy, who had probably just made the easiest sale of her career.

My newfound angel in tow, I made my way out of the gauntlet and floated upstairs to our room. I was the first to get there, so my little bundle of sunshine and I cuddled on the couch until all the others arrived.

I can’t speak for the other Hombres that saw her, but in my mind she was extremely beautiful, in a staggeringly adorable cute sort of way. She was a classic spinner, weighing in at about 90 pounds, and didn’t have an ounce of fat on her body. She had long, luscious dark hair that fell to about the middle of her back, and one of those cute, skinny little asses that I love so much. Using Monger X’s Chinese books, with her and I pointing at the pertinent phrases, I learned that her name was Gong (not her real name), she was 18, and was Cantonese, hailing from southern Guangdong province.

I also surmised that she was fresh off the bus. It may have been her first couple of nights of work, if not the first. She had a temporary badge, as Jia Yi hadn’t issued her an official number and name badge yet. She didn’t own a cell phone. And the other girls had to coach her a couple of times on what to do, such as when I wanted to send her to get dressed later that evening so I could take her home.

I was so eager to get this girl into bed, I reeked of sexual anticipation all evening. At last, we settled up the bill. Merlin, Tujunga and I went back to the hotel with our girls. MX moved to the other room where Poonhound and the Korean crowd were going full blast.

Gong proved to be a dream. What really worked to my advantage was that this girl was fresh off the bus. I had an incredible, fabulous night with her. She gave me full-on GFE without any prodding or discussion, and I can see those of you who know what I mean when I say that nod accordingly. It just came naturally, due to the chemistry between us. She snuggled up to me in bed all night. We smooched like two teenagers at a drive-in movie. I popped three times with her. She left at 8:30, after milking me dry one last time to take care of my morning wood. I was simply stunned over the night I had with her. In my wildest dreams I would have never thought this would have happened in China. Before she left, using my book I told her I would be back for her Wednesday night.

Unfortunately Gong was extremely camera-shy, and managed to disappear whenever one was in sight. I have a single shot to share, showing her skinny little ass. And believe me, I was lucky to get this shot.

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This is probably a good as time as any to talk a little about the Hui Hua Hotel. Earlier I alluded to it being a fantastic mongering hotel, and so I’ll be more explicit about that. First of all, you don’t even have to leave the building to get laid. The Hui Hua has a sexy sauna on site (more on that later), in addition to a KTV, both of which have some very hot women. In the basement, there is a top-notch foot massage facility.

But there’s more. These are the little touches that really matter. First of all, you get your room serviced twice a day. So late in the afternoon, early evening, the staff pop in to freshen up your room and change your towels from your afternoon sessions, in preparation for the new girls you will bring in that night. How’s that for thoughtfulness? And every room gets a complimentary breakfast for 2 every day, so that you can treat your nighttime conquest to some morning vittles before cutting her loose. And yet another touch I liked was the free shoeshine. You simply placed your shoes in a basket in the room, and the hotel shined them for free within hours.

Finally, there was the intangible entertainment factor of the lobby. The Hui Hua has a very large lobby with a number of couches. The pussy traffic through the lobby was amazing to watch. Since it was a mongering hotel, just about every other guy had a girl or two in tow. What was hilarious was that there were so many hot women walking around, that all of use would actually show up 10 – 15 minutes early for our meetings just so we could sit and watch the world walk by. I don’t think anyone was ever late. And all of this for about $45 a night. What can I say, the place rocked.

So having popped 4 times in the span of 14 hours, my batteries needed some time to recharge. The perfect antidote after Gong left was a visit to the sauna with the boys, and after breakfast, that is just what we did. The 4 hombres, plus 4 of the Koreans (the rest had gone golfing with Poonhound), went to visit the wonderful Silverly Sauna.

One of the great pleasures of being in Asia are the visits to the saunas, both naughty and nice. The Silverly is a “nice” place, meaning no hanky panky is on offer. But they are excellent places to get a good soak, an excellent legitimate massage, and other services such as manicures and pedicures, in addition to just kicking back in the oversized lounge chairs and chilling out while munching on all the complimentary free fruit. The Silverly had top notch facilities, including a pool filled with thousands of tiny fish that nibbled the dead skin off of the bodies of those who dared venture in (personally I rather enjoyed it).

After an excellent Hong Kong style oil massage, replete with hot-steamed towels on the back, we all rallied for the evening’s festivities. MX left to join Poonhound and the Korean crew for dinner. Merlin, Tujunga and I met up with some guys from the ISG board for dinner. Without dragging people through the mud, I will simply say that I am not terribly impressed with the many creepy guys on that board, and much prefer hanging with Hombres. One of them was too cheap to eat what Merlin and I wanted to eat, so they left, leaving the Hombres alone to groove to an excellent cover band from the Philippines and enjoy our lasagna in peace.

The three of us then went hunting in the BBS’ that lie in the alleys behind the Lucky Hotel area, and across the street from the Virgin Hotel. We inspected 6 or 7 but none of us struck gold. MX then rejoined us and we set out for a chicken run to the night market. I was able to nab the girl I wanted from my fist visit, as the mommy was much more reasonable on the pricing (50 to the mommy and 100 to the girl).

She turned out to be from Hunan. And although true to form she would not kiss, she turned out to be a very good fuck, and really loved the oral service I provided. And she was very vocal about it. In fact she liked it so much, she handed me her phone number afterward, unprompted, an act that left a smile on my face.

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The next morning I decided to forgo any afternoon chicken runs to save my load for the upcoming all-nighter with my little dream. At Starbucks, Poonhound and I decided to go spend some time chilling at the Silverly again, and MX decided to come as well. I had another excellent Hong Kong style massage, and got some quality time chatting with Poonhound.

Like me, he had scored a major winner at the Jia Yi on our previous visit, and was just as eager as I was to return that night for a second round. And we were both anxious about getting there on time. And of course because of our eagerness, we were late, with our vehicle getting stuck while the taxi Merlin and Tujunga were in zipped right over. Tujunga even found my girl and guarded her for me until I got there.

This time the hombres shared a massive room with all the Korean guys, and Sukhumvitter managed to make an appearance. Once the guantlet had been walked, our room had about 18 guys, 25 girls, and 3 KJs. After a couple of hours of partying, Merlin, Tujunga, Sukhumvitter and I took our girls out to a group dinner at a Japanese restaurant. In my opinion, it went remarkably well, despite the fact that we could barely communicate. The girls seemed to enjoy themselves a lot, and so did we.

MX didn’t join us due to girl troubles. Honestly, he was in the midst of a batting slump. He hadn’t been pulling well the past couple of days, and it seemed both girls he pulled this evening had turned into duds. So he stayed behind to figure out his girl mess. Fortunately several hours later, Gong and I heard him and his eventual choice through the wall. The girl was howling, and I mean howling loud. By all means it sounded as if the bad luck streak had been broken. Gong was laughing so hard in bed her face turned red. It was so damn cute. Soon a victory call came in over the house phone from MX. Congratulations were certainly in order.

As the love gods would have it, lightning struck twice. It was another fantastic, 3-shot night with Gong. After breakfast, the now 5 Hombres with Sukhumvitter on board went for a collective foot massage at the Virgin Hotel annex. Poonhound left for a business trip, so he didn’t join us. After the massage, we went on a chicken run to a place well past the Yalan Hotel, called the White Swan. It may as well have been the Black Swan for me, as the Sichuan girl I pulled, although beautiful with a great body, was an utter dud in bed.

I laid the blame for my misfortune at MX’s feet, as the bastard had the gall to place a curse on me in the van on the way to the Swan, given that I had a hot streak going at the plate and he had been in a slump. And of course I milked the guilt factor for as long as I could.

After dinner, Merlin, MX, Sukhumvitter and I decided we needed some refresh time at the Silverly. MX brought two of his regular BBS girls along. Tujunga was nowhere to be found (we later discovered his jet lag had caught up with him, and he was dead to the world in bed). The evil thing about the Silverly is that it is such a time warp. Really, time disappears. We must have spent 4 hours in there.

Around midnight, Merlin and I made a chicken run to the night market. We arrived to discover that everyplace was sealed up tight. Apparently there had been a raid, as we learned from one of the Singapore Chinese guys who we had been running into and partying with in the KTVs. So we checked out the Yalan area, but it was all sealed as well. Merlin wound up pulling from a pussy wagon in front of the Lucky. I decided to call it a night and crashed, giving the little purple one some extra recovery time.

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

- Sydney Smith

Well another day dawned on China. The set piece for the night was to be a run to a different KTV, teaming up with a bunch of Singapore guys who were in town. But first the day began with yet another group foot massage, with the male bonding taking place this time in the basement of the Hui Hua Hotel with MX, Merlin, Tujunga and myself. Everyone had various errands to run in the afternoon after the foot rub, so I decided to finally walk back over to the catacombs to see what I could get for 30 yuan.

I walked around for a while without luck. I tried 3 times and was turned down by all 3. Others offered their services, but they were not to my liking, so I gave up and checked out some of the BBS places on the streets behind the Hui Wei Hotel. It was starting to get a bit late in the day, and we were leaving at 6:30 for the KTV, so I needed to hurry. I quickly found a non-descript but passable girl for a quickie, paying the usual 50 to the mommy and 100 to the girl. Unusually for me I didn’t get a name or any info – it was a rushed session.

At 6:30, MX, Merlin and I piled into a hotel van in front of the Miraton Hotel with about 4 guys from Singapore and one Chinese American from New York. Our destination was a massive KTV about a 15 minute drive to the south that we were all intrigued about, called the Crown Prince. What had piqued our curiousity was the fact that this place was so huge that it had an opera house and 600 girls on staff.

Tujunga didn’t join us at first; it was his last night, and he was really interested in doing my dream angel Gong from Jia Yi, so he went over there first to see if he could find her. Unfortunately lady luck did not smile on him and she was nowhere to be found, so he joined us a bit later at the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince was quite impressive, and massive. The facility was centered on an actual “opera” house, which featured a musical cum acrobatics performance every night. Going up about six or seven stories on every side were private boxes, which were actually the balconies of the individual KTV rooms. So if you got tired of belting out tunes, you opened the back door of your room and sat on the balcony to watch the show. Situated between the opera house and the hotel was a massive swimming pool complex that was straight out of Vegas.

The floor of the opera house in front of the stage served as a “lounge”, just like at the Jia Yi. The mommies would bring girls to you at your seat for perusal if you hadn’t booked a room. Even more interesting, we heard from the Singapore guys that many of the performers in the show were available for take out after the show, and you simply told a mamma-san which one caught your fancy. And if that wasn’t enough to satisfy the horniest among us, supposedly all of the mama-sans themselves were also available for a price. Of this last bit I had no doubt, as one there took a massive interest in me, going so far as to escort me holding hands when we switched to a larger and better room.

But despite a killer facility, the Crown Prince had one substantial drawback that all of the hombres were universally unhappy with: the girl review system. It is impossible to top the gauntlet system, yet the Crown Prince offers up a completely different methodology: they bring the girls to the rooms, in groups of between 8 and 10 at a time. And since the mama-sans are desperate to make sales, they try to linger for as long as possible, flogging their wares.

Pricing for the girls was a bit more complex than the Jia Yi. It was more like a Thai massage parlor with three classes of girls. In addtion to the 2-5-8, they had a category of 3-6-9, and 5-15-20 for what they referred to as models. Believe you me, MX, Merlin and I were bursting at the seams to see what these models looked like, given the kind of coin involved.

So here is what happened, a blackmark of a fiasco that has gone down in the annals of mongering history. Here is where I hang my head in shame and regret, and I relay to you the story of the now infamous “Yuki Prince Incident.”

MX, Merlin and I had visions of 600 women dancing in our heads. 600. In one facility. The mind boggled. And some of them cost 2000 yuan for an all-nighter – the imagination spun at how beautiful some of these girls should be. Our expectations soared into the stratosphere.

It is painful for me to look back now, but in doing so I can impart a key piece of information that may save some of you from similar fiascos in the future. What none of us had known at the time of the incident, was that you can pull a girl out of the lineups that flow through the network of rooms and have her sit with you for up to 15 minutes at no charge, while you continue to look at new lineups. In other words, put her on ice as an insurance policy in case you don’t find anything else to your liking. If only we had known….

So it was time for the lineups. I believe they started bringing girls around at 7:30, an hour later than the Jia Yi. So there we were, bursting with anticipation. “Bring it on” was the body language of the moment. Let the show begin. And began it did. In came the first group of ten girls. No takers, and out they went after the mama-san wasted substantial time. Then came the second group.

And we were engulfed in silence. Shock and awe would be pretty apt descriptions of what we were feeling. Personally I had fireworks bursting in my balls, and though I can’t speak for the other two, I’m pretty sure they felt the same. The causal factor of my momentary lapse of reason was standing in the lineup, second from the right. Her name was Yuki.

“Jesus H. Fucking Christ,” I remember thinking to myself. Yuki could have melted lava, she was that hot. She was stunning. She was easily one of the most striking working girls I have ever laid eyes on. The sight must have damaged my brain cells, because my synapses were obviously not firing correctly. I say this because I thought to myself, “Holy shit. If a woman THAT hot appears in the second round, just think how hotter they’re going to get after this!” Yup, that’s what I thought, dipshit that I am. And I have good company. Because after the stare down where everyone in the room had their hand ready to reach for the holster and draw, nobody nabbed her. Nobody pulled the trigger, and out the door Yuki went, never to be seen again, forever to cause staggering regret in my mongering consciousness.

Misery loves company. I quickly learned that Merlin and MX had been thinking precisely the same way I had – expectations of greatness to come. But alas, the fates were cruel that night. It was all down hill from there. And of course the three of us practically were apoplectic when shortly afterward one of the Singapore guys told us about the 15 minute policy. I almost had to excuse myself to cry.

The lineups dragged on. About 6 lineups later, I saw a pretty, tall and slinky girl with whom I was quite intrigued with. I was about to pull the trigger on her when one of the Singapore guys beat me to the draw. So not only did I have the ghost of Yuki haunting me, I now had an entire night to envy this guy and long for the girl he beat me to the punch on. Well piss.

We also soon learned that the model category wasn’t quite what we had in mind. It simply meant “really tall”. That’s it. They were all over 5’9 or so, but none of them struck me as particularly beautiful. Eventually I pulled a good-looking girl with a large rack. But she consistently failed all the tests throughout the night, and I wound up throwing her back in the pond. I left the Crown Prince empty-handed. All the others pulled, including Tujunga who had joined late (but I found out later 2 out of the 3 pulls were duds).

Hindsight is a wonderful thing. Later, in a calm environment (not surrounded by working girls), I realized the flaw of our thinking. The Crown Prince was a huge facility. There must easily be over 100 rooms. So even on a night when only half of the rooms are filled, that means when the girl parades start, 500 girls are being seen at the same time throughout the building. So even if the place had a large number of uber-hotties, they are going to get picked clean pretty damn fast. Most likely they won’t last beyond the third room they visit. The ratio is probably even worse on a night when the place is packed.

That would explain why we really didn’t see any stunners after Yuki left. There were many other rooms seeing girls simultaneously, and those rooms were picking the girls off.

We got back to the hotel around 11. I made a lone chicken run for the night market, and arrived to find a raid in progress. A police van with lights flashing was in front of one house, with a large number of police milling about. Needless to say, I did not linger. I began walking back down the main road towards the Hui Hua when I encountered an attractive spinner on the sidewalk, wearing an “Apocalipstick” shirt. Using our fingers, we negotiated a session for 150 yuan and then flagged a van back to the hotel.

At last I pulled out of the tailspin. The girl was from Guangzhou, gave me DFK and an excellent BJ, lavishing the little purple one with pleasurable tongue-flicks. She left me a happy man to close out the day. She let me take one photo:

Photo: Achuen 10

Tujunga left at an ungodly hour the next morning. MX left around noon, leaving Merlin and myself to close down the party. But my buddy Rhover came down to join us for two nights and boosted the numbers back up. He’d been mongering regularly in CP for several months and knew the place well.

We began the day with a chicken run to the Yalan area, and wound up in a BBS known as “Baby’s.” I took a spinner with phenomenal tits that Merlin had done before. The good news was she had an incredible body, tits to die for, and was very tight, so I had to go slow to prevent a quick finish.

The bad news was that she was high, and I couldn’t get her to leave the room afterward. I’m not in the mood to delve into details, but I finally solved the problem in the manner that such problems are usually solved – I paid her to go. It was definitely the wisest course to go – I even had her on the phone with a guy who was a native speaker of Chinese and he told me he couldn’t understand what she was saying. She was so high her babble was senseless. I paid her an additional 100 yuan and she finally moved on.

The highlight of my evening was to be an all-nighter with a girl out of Jojo’s that MX had introduced me to. While having dinner with Merlin and Rhover (in which the two each had 8 scotches or something like that – believe me, they were quite the merry companions with their red, rosy cheeks), I got a text from Jojo telling me that the girl started her period, and wouldn’t be available that evening.

The boys and I decided to check out the stock at Jojo’s anyway, so we headed on over after dinner. When we arrived, Jojo told me that the girl had lied to her, and had gone shopping, as she wasn’t up for an all-nighter. When the girl found out that the customer was MX’s friend, she wanted to go, and showed up within ten minutes. The day was saved.

MX had highly recommended her to me, and she didn’t let me down. Three pops through the night. Great tits, great attitude, great BJ. She even went to breakfast with me, and then split. 400 yuan for the allnighter. An absolute bargain in my book. She didn’t have the greatest face, but she was great in the sack. Here are a few pics.

Photos: JojoX 11 12 13 14

Time was winding down. It was my last night in Changping, and I kept thinking about my little goddess at Jia Yi. Merlin and Rhover were keen to visit, so we decided to go back again, the third time for Merlin and myself. Crazier’s girlfriend made the reservation for us.

I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. When I bumped into one of the Singapore guys in the lobby, I asked him to call Gong’s mama-san and had her put on ice. She was waiting in the room for me when I arrived. The most memorable moment of the evening was Rhover getting our KJ drunk, as he constantly beat her at the dice drinking game that seems to be ubiquitous in the KTVs. Afterward, we took all the girls to dinner and then parted ways. Rhover had to leave early the next morning, so we said our goodbyes. Another great time with Gong followed, though I could only muster two pops. What can I say, the little guy was drained.

I met up with Merlin late the next morning and threw my bags in his room. I had a late night flight, and the driver was picking me up at 7 for the journey to Shenzhen airport. I had a limp noodle and didn’t think I was going to get another session in (not that I felt pressed anyway: I was going back to Bangkok, then Pattaya, then Jakarta, so it wasn’t as if I wasn’t going to get laid for a while). We decided we both needed some R&R at the Silverly.

I got a fantastic masseuse who had me completely rejeuvenated when she finished. I walked out of there ready for another session. So we decided to cap my time off with my first visit to a sexy sauna in Changping, the one at the Hui Hua hotel. And oh, what a visit it turned out to be.

At the Hui Hua, you are taken to a room by a mama-san. She then begins the lineup parade, calling in three girls at a time for you to examine. The girls walk in, introduce themselves by name, then spin around for you to get a 360 view of their body (a nice touch in my book). You keep going through the lineups until you find what you like. It helps to keep numbers in mind, as you may want to call back a girl you saw several lineups before. The price for a session was 560 yuan. I believe the sessions were 90 minutes.

Many others have written about the routines that the girl puts you through in these places. However, I didn’t get this routine. No, Murasaki had to be different. There was a fantasy to be fulfilled.

First of all, it helped tremendously that we got a mama-san who spoke excellent English. Her name was Selina. Merlin and I both highly recommend her services, because with her English ability, she is able to understand your fantasies and relay them to the girls.

Mine in particular had to do with uniforms. Flight attendant uniforms to be precise. The girls at the Hui Hua that day were wearing either traditional Chinese cheong-sam gowns, or flight attendant uniforms. Hot, sexy, mini-skirt flight attendant uniforms. It is one of the great tragedies of the trip that I didn’t have a camera – otherwise I would share what they looked like. But I’m sure you get the mental picture.

Merlin and I sat through about six lineups when my spinner appeared. I nabbed her on the spot, she was smoking hot. I then had the mama-san explain to her that I wanted to fulfill a fantasy and fuck her in her uniform: she was to wear the hat, the scarf, the blouse, the skirt, and her heels, but no bra or panties.

So after the shower, and one of those hot/cold blowjobs, she got dressed according to the instructions. She looked irresistible. We started with me standing behind her, looking at her in a mirror and groping her body. Then I opened her blouse all the way so that her breasts were easily accessible, but still left it on. I spent some time moving my hands over her body and watched her reaction in the mirror, as we both stood there. We then moved over to the bed where the main event began. I laid her on her back, hiked up her skirt, flipped up her legs, and went to town, her little flight attendant hat and scarf now askew from the pumping.

I then stood her up, in her heels, her hands resting on the bed, and pumped in the standing doggie position while looking in the mirror. I vividly remember how hot it was looking at her skinny ass with the mini-skirt hiked up all the way, and her little hat bobbing around.

I then pushed her down so that she was lying on the bed on her stomach, but with her legs dangling over the edge. I then brought her legs together and dived in from the rear for the last hurrah. I blew for all I was worth in that position. After a shower and some recovery time on the bed, I was horny again. I had already gotten my one shot of the session, but she let me masturbate over her. This time I removed her skirt so that she was just wearing her hat, scarf and blouse. I laid her flat on her back, blouse wide open. I then grabbed the bottle of baby oil and lubed up my hands. Straddling her, looking down, I went to work.

And to my amazement, so did she. While I whacked off, she reached down and started rubbing her clit. She stared at me and got herself off while I stroked looking at her. It was incredibly exciting watching her masturbate, especially when she started moaning. I don’t know if it was an act or not, but it certainly added to the ambience and my excitement. I don’t know how I managed, but from the deepest depths of my sack, I found a last load to blow, albeit a small one. I shot on her tits, getting some onto her neck. She looked up at me, and rubbed it around on her tits, and smiled. Then she gave me a big thumb’s up. Totally spent, I collapsed. Into her arms of course.

Holy Shit! What a great friggin' trip report... You do an excellent job of giving the true sense of what mongering in CP feels like. CP is one of my favorite spots for sure, but it can be real feast or famine with the service. But the looks are aways super top notch - young pretty chinese girls with ubber tight bodies and gorgeous skin. I think we saw just a single fat girl on offer the whole trip; the floppy titty girl I booked at Swan Lake. Of course it turns out she gave a great super duper porn star BJ and smothering good GFE. So when you hit a homerun it's a truly memorable experience.

While I was batting worse than usual which girls, this trip was especially memorable because of all the good buds and great male bonding we accomplished. There is just something special about you and some great friends struggling in a foreign place surrouned by so MANY hot working girls.

Also, want to comment on what a great job you did surveying the different venues in CP.

Mura, thank you, I really enjoyed reading this trip report. This is great information to consider with several upcoming business trips to Asia.

You eluded a couple of times to the issue of language & communication. Could you and/or your hombre companions make some general comments on how much of an impediment language issues are in Changping? I mean, in terms of communicating with taxis, hotel staff, waiters, mamasans, girls, etc.

Thanks again, this is truly a report of the highest caliber.

LM

Sorry to post twice in a row, but I forgot to mention something else. That girl you pulled from Jojo's, in my opinion, has quite a nice face from what I can tell. She looks to have what I consider the very classic Asian look, and even better doesn't seem to be using whitening products. It looked to me like many of the other girls were using creams and make-up to appear lighter. Is that correct?

Thanks,

LM

Murasaki,

Thanks for the mammaries. It truly was a much more enjoyable adventure with the lads along, since conversation with the girls was pretty much not happening.

While the gauntlet, flesh-eating fish and Merlin's gal leaping out of a moving vehicle take the cake, leave it to the three of us to ferret out a Filipino jazz band playing in an Italian restaurant in China.

Back to California, Merlin and I (and Epi, Soc and Smitopher) still regularly enjoy a Chinese foot massage in either San Gabriel or Little Saigon, and occasionally squander loads of cash in a sanitized version of the KTVs.

It's a pity CP is past its prime already, what with the bbs and night market shutdowns. Anyway, here's an incarnation of the stewardess outfit you missed.

Photo: Stewardess

This place sounds like mongering on steroids. Outstanding report as usual. You either have a steel trap memory or take amazing notes. Suprised you picked the same girl 3 times in a short trip but sounds like a lot of the girls wouldnt kiss or were a pain in the ass. From the reports it seems like the sessions in CP are either mind-blowing nirvana fucks or aweful. Too bad your girls in the photos had the kabuki white makeup and it seemed like you had a tough time taking photos.

The fantasy fuck session sounds amazing, tough to imagine a KTV in the middle of an opera house and the portable van whore house sounds hilarious.

One of these days I will take the time to attempt to write a report even half as good as the ones you write.

LM,

Language is by the biggest pain in the ass in CP. You really have to have the patience of a Saint or else you will go bonkers. Do not expect any english outside of Starbucks, and also some very inconsistent english from your hotel reception.

Unfortunately Mandarin is had to learn and I find it more productive to work on my pantomine skills!

Tunjunja I am Luuuuvvvviiinnnnggg that PIC!

Great report. Having been to about 15 different KTVs, I agree that the "rules" and pricing are really hard to figure out. Virtually every city is different. The only time I've been through something similar to a gauntlet was in Manila, where all the girls sat in a Soapie style fishbolw.

Most other KTVs employ the "lineup" which isn't bad, until you've gone through an endless number of lineups w/o finding someone to your liking. Quite often the quality of the lineup depends on your relationship w/ the mamasan. It's best if you're going w/ a local who has a tight relationship w/ the mamasan. Thanks for the report.

Wow! Little early in the year to publish a "Trip Report of the Year" submission but then again, after seeing this one, few will even try to compete......!

Nice job Mura and it sure was good hearing about and from a bunch of old friends. I can just picture Mx in the towel with a cutie getting dresse behind him. Wait a minute, I've seen that before in AC.....he he!

I may have to put CP on my list of places to visit.

Can I ask a question? Doesnt it hurt to have sex with a woman who has such a small ass? (in particular, doggy style) I would think, her constantly slamming herself into your pubic area (with no cushion) would be extremely painfull after a while. Is this the case? Or do you just refrain from having rigourous sex?

Wow Mura, this is easily one of the best TR's I've read anywhere and I can further attest to all that this trip was every bit as good as you described it. I had a silly grin the whole time reading it, your retention of details is incredible. The fellow Hombres made the big difference and I can't imagine flying solo anymore. Only detail that needs revision is that for the record, Rhover and I had 8 Scotch doubles that night and I believe I got him to pay for most of it :-)

As for the drawbacks of Changping or mongering in China, the language issue is the biggest impediment as few people speak English nor are there english signs everywhere. One way to deal with this is to go or meet with others in the know or hire a bilingual guide (I've done this using Chinapass.com). The ISG guys really helped Tujunga and I get to know the City like few others on our first trip. Also, always collect business cards with directions, and printout directions in Chinese from previous reports, or have the hotel bellhop write directions for you.

Regarding that night at the Prince, it occurred to me that even w/all of us seasoned vets (with easily over 50 years of monger experiences combined) we still could not avoid making that newbie mistake of not pulling the triggger sooner or the 10 minute policy (I believe it's 10 minutes not 15 minutes, but the mamasan will the there to remind you).

Can I also ask a question. Doesnt it feel like you are fucking a little boy? These girls dont shave there pits and they look like boys from behind.

Thanks for the TR

Governor, I'm not sure if you are trying to be funny with that question, but if so you failed. Not to be a wet blanket, but I don't think we should be making jokes like that on an informational site like this one, what with the political climate and often voluntary misconceptions around our hobby being what they are. I'll assume you were not trying to be antagonistic, but to me at least it kind of comes off that way.

As for an actual answer to Thumper's similar yet more appropriately worded question, that's for Mura to choose to answer or not, but I will say two things. First, I think these girls are cute, and second, I have done very thin Asian girls like this and no, it doesn't hurt. It is quite nice in fact when a small-framed tight girl like that thrusts back in the doggy position.

LM

LM, very well stated and I agree w/you 100%.

Govnah, don't go there, whether in jest or otherwise; there are just way too many "others" wanting to tar us with the same broad brush to have one of our own try the same. I recall most of the gals Mura pulled, and I was salivating over each one of them, espec. Mura's "Gong".

Thumper, I can't get enough of the curvy Bundas and big tits and found enough of what I needed in China to keep me going back.

Governorb probably is comparing the spinners in China with the behemoth giant ass girls that are so common in TJ. I always hear these ridiculous comments from guys on the TJ boards and its usually from guys who like fat chicks but want to classify them as curvy or sexy.

Thanks to everyone for the nice compliments. I put a lot of work into these reports, and it's nice to know that my fellow mongerers and friends are enjoying them.

Lamuerte, you are right, many of the girls do have the dreaded white face cream, a phenomena that is practically everywhere in Asia. Personally I hate it, but it is unavoidable. These girls are so much more beautiful without it, but they don't believe that. By the way, thanks for answering that question for me, saves me the hassle (and I agree with what you say).

Tujunga, thanks for posting that pic! I had left my camera in Merlin's room - man I so wish I had it. Um, feel free to post more of those in this thread.... And by the way, CP is not past the prime. Rhover told me very recently that the raids have stopped and everything is back to normal again.

Blazers, you're right about the photos. It was a bitch getting them this trip, probably the toughest time I've ever had on a big trip. But I rather expected that, given the massive reluctance of the Chinese girls in Macau to pose.

You're also right that it is very rare for me to do an LT three times with the same girl in one week. However, if you had seen this girl and spent the night in bed with her, you would know why. The experience was up there in the stratosphere, in a very romantic sort of way. It was unlike most anything I've experienced in my mongering career, and was the defining part of the trip, which is why I named the report after the experience.

Thumper, Thumper, Thumper.... hehehehe. You know, I actually glanced through your last Rio trip report (I almost never read SA reports), and almost posted the following: "Dude, I can monger with you any day, because I know in a million years there will be never competition between us over women." And since you seem to be completely in the dark over the delights of petite women, I can assure you that even though they have small asses, there is still more than enough padding to handle some serious pump action.

Merlin, I also remember you REALLY liked the flight attendant I took!

Sandman, yes, get your ass there as soon as you can shake it out of Colombia.

And MX, that week was one of the most enjoyable mongering weeks I've ever had, due to all the great guys to hang with. Really, I have a lot of great memories and look back on it with great fondness. Hopefully we'll be able to assemble a reunion tour at some point in the future.

Nice report.

re: butts in cp...
governor doesn't have the best bedside manners, but at any rate, my biggest complaint about chinese gals are their relative flat asses. Thank god they have beautiful faces, flawless skin, small frame, big tits, etc to make up for it!

Blazers, regarding service....during my first 3 trips there, the service was really great to outstanding, then my last trip there which was about 1 month before theses guys went, there was a dramatic decrease in service and accountability by the mamasans. I had experienced my first attempted upsell as well as my first rushed session.

Merlin, let's catch up with each other this week!

nice selection . i have never been to SEA , let alone asia , i can deal with the bushes , but whats up with the hairy armpits?

Smuckin

First of all nice TR and pics. Got a question Murasaki it looks like the girls don't shave at all if that is true how smooth were their legs? I like girls who can skip the shaving of the legs because they don't need to bonus in my book.


the hairy armpits might be a culture thing i do believe in some cultures hair removal is optional. I too have never been to china but I have been to japan and i have noticed that it was half and half from what i saw but all boxes were running wild with no trimming at all.


i have noticed that in the philippines it is a trim at the very least if not completely shaved and the armpits are completely shaved.

All in all as long as the box don't smell i can live with the armpit hair.

Is there something you want to tell us Indy?lol

Not many guys are into hairy legs and armpits.

just the little hair doesn't bother me that much. but yes i do prefer no hair on the pits and the legs. It would be a bonus if the girl had no hair on the pits and the legs and didn't have to shave to achieve it.

ummm hairy legs , no that doesn't work for me . but besides the pit hair , all of those girls were stunning , the bush aint a problem ....but hairy legs.....not my cup of tea.

I heard some guy once say that his rule was that the only pair of hairy legs permitted in his bed were his own.

As you may know, Asian gals are relatively hairless, except in the bush and a bit in the armpits. But the ones w/the bush/armpit hair are likely just from the boonies. As you go to saunas with experienced service providers, I'm seeing more shaved/trimmed bushes.

Mura, But re: the 10 min rule in the KTVs, thought of a loophole for our next outing, after 10 minutes w/me, I kick her over to you for the next 10 min, then onto Tujunga for the next 10 min, so on. Put the gal on ice for about an hour? That babe that got away from you at Prince was to die for.

The 10 min rule also applies to Sauna lineups as well. You can pull a gal off to the side while the lineups continue.

OK I probably shouldnt have asked that question. But the second and third pics do look like boys from behind.

I hear a lot of people on message boards talk about asian girls that look like little boys refered to as "Spinners" but we all know that some people like that look which is similar.

Saki, awesome report. Been a while since I've seen such a well constructed and thoughtful report. In fact, probably your last report ;)

Nice tits and pulls for sure!


bao zhong.

Thanks DM, it would have been handy to have you around on the trip! Too bad you're workin' for the man again.

Are yo kidding me... Shit.. Great Report Musa.. This makes me think i should leave my comfort zone more..

Great writing style.

GL

Governorb.....Just SHUTUP ! You obviously have issues...

Outstanding just outstanding great work you put into this Murasaki.

thanks for info murasaki-where is changping sounded great-how would you get there from say chiangmai or bkk

Air Asia from Bangkok to Shenzhen is the easiest from Thailand, but it may be hard to find transportation that time of night once you arrive unless it had been pre-arranged. So flying into Hong Kong and taking one of the buses may be better.