Part I - Spring Tide

A tide that occurs fortnightly, around the new and full moon, when the range between high and low tides is at a maximum.

Whenever I’m in the vicinity, I’ve often wondered when the last time was anyone ever saw the sun in southern China. This was one of the fragments my brain processed as I stared out the window, rolling down the line on the express train from Hong Kong to Changping. The sky was a light, steel gray, choked as it always is with the noxious smog that is the byproduct of where I was, the world’s workshop.

Another neurological fragment under review was my surprise at how much open countryside I saw. I had always harbored the impression that this area of Guangdong province was built over, host to thousands of factories, and apartment buildings as far as the eye could see – granted that was a pretty short distance given the constant thickness of the smog. But the landscape did not lie – before me were vast swathes of open land, forest, fields, vertiginous mountains. This area was probably quite beautiful prior to the ascent of industrialization.

The journey itself from Hung Hom station in the Kowloon area of Hong Kong took approximately an hour and ten minutes. I went through Hong Kong immigration prior to boarding the train, and Chinese immigration when I arrived in Changping. The station in Changping itself is quite close to the “downtown” where all the mongering hotels are located. After negotiating a taxi for 15 yuan, it was not long before I was at the entrance of the Hui Hua hotel, ground zero for both my prior and current visits to Changping.

I had arrived in time for the first day of what was to be a veritable Club Hombre mongering convention. I still marvel at how fast these things can come together. Less than a month prior to me standing on the pavement in front of that hotel, I didn’t even have a trip planned. But the firestorm of economic doom that was embracing the globe caught up with me, and circumstances quickly changed.

With time suddenly on my hands, I sent inquiries to a number of fellow Hombres about their imminent travel plans. MX said he’d be in Changping soon. So I built my travel itinerary around making Changping the first destination on yet another whistle-stop tour of Asia, timing it so that our schedules coincided. In a cascading series of events, it turned out that Epi, Xenono, Tujunga, Merlin, Smitopher, Iznogood, and Iamsancho were also going to be there, with varying schedules, around the same time. Throw in Sukhumvitter who lives close by, SALover who would be around the first night, Iznogood’s friend, and the virgin newbie tagging along with Tujunga to round out the convention. Not bad for an impromptu party on the other side of the world.

As I was pulling my bag out of the trunk, I heard a familiar voice shouting above the din arising from the street, and glanced to see Epi waving at me from the door. Inside were MX and Smitopher. All three of them had just arrived moments prior. I hadn’t seen Epi in almost three years, and it was the first time I had ever met Smitty. Sukhumvitter arrived shortly after we checked into our rooms. The afternoon was spent with everyone getting SIM cards for their phones, catching up, and chowing at the McDonald’s across the street in order to load up prior to the commencement of the evening’s activities.

Our mission that evening was a venture to a KTV that I was unfamiliar with, called the Fu Hao, located in the Plutocrat Hotel out in the northwestern part of Changping. As those who know, or who may have read my report from last year, you need to be at the KTVs when they open, in order to have a shot at the grade A meat on offer. Woe betide the procrastinator, as the shelves can get picked clean quite rapidly. This usually means an arrival time of around 6:30 is warranted at most places, which was the case for the Fu Hao.

The five of us gathered in the lobby around 6. We were joined by two Singaporeans for the van ride over. A few more were to meet us there later. I was delighted to learn from MX, who is sometimes akin to Julie McCoy, the cruise director from the “Love Boat”, that the Fu Hao had a “gauntlet” lineup. This means that all the girls lineup in a large room, and you walk through the aisles they form to make your pick. The other KTV method is that groups of girls are brought in rotations into the rooms, each group consisting of roughly 10 or so individuals.

Personally I have a visceral dislike of the “room” system. The number of girls one sees is limited, and vast quantities of time are wasted (during which all the hot girls are getting picked off by guys in all the other rooms). I hold the strong conviction that the only appropriate method is to be parachuted into the swirling mass to make a choice. This allows one to see everything on offer. Some hombres have expressed to me that the gauntlet presents too much choice, making it difficult for them to decide. They appreciate the filter that the room method provides. As for me, I have no difficulty in making a choice when confronted with a thronging mass of available women. It is the one and only way.

With the room system, my frustrations are paramount, and I rarely have success in finding visually suitable companionship unless the KTV in question is stocked with ample numbers of hot women. Thus my delight that the Fu Hao had a gauntlet.

After wending our way through the streets for about 15 minutes, the van pulled up to the entrance of the Fu Hao. I was sitting next to the door in the van and was consequently the first to walk inside. The gauntlet was situated just inside the front door, in the main lobby. My best guess is that there were about 250 girls lined up in four rows to create parallel aisles in which they face each other. It is down these aisles you walk, craning your head and inducing whiplash in the process as you constantly rotated your head back and forth trying to visually process the environs.

In my report last year, entitled “Into My Arms”, I described in great detail what it is like to walk the gauntlet. I won’t repeat that detail here. Suffice to say, it is one of my favorite activities in this world to engage in.

The rest of the crew followed me through the door, but time and tide wait for no man, and neither does Murasaki when he is about to walk the gauntlet. I was already deep into the milieu before the last person came in. I began with the left-hand aisle. Probably about 15 girls in, on the left hand side of the aisle, I made a mental “bookmark” of one hot spinner who was definitely a contender. Because there are so many girls to see, I don’t always pull them immediately. Sometimes I make mental bookmarks, much as I would bookmark a website when surfing on the web, to note where I may want to return after surveying the rest of the talent on offer. It’s a cognitive strategy I often employ when exploring the gogos in Thailand as well.

After conducting an entire circuit around the room, I was very satisfied with the overall quality on offer. Although this was a smaller KTV, a large number of the girls were quite easy on the eyes. I made my way back to the “bookmark” and grabbed her. A spinner it would be to kick off the trip. What a surprise.

My girlfriend for the evening was named Yen Yen, and hailed from Hunan province, as do so many of the girls in Changping. She was adorable. She had a cute face, a killer body that would have struggled to break 5 feet in height, and an overall sweetness in her demeanor that was incredibly soothing.

We were the first to reach the room, but the rest soon followed. With the quality downstairs, collectively speaking it did not take the group long to choose. I looked around the room and noted that the overall quality of the picks was quite high. I thought especially highly of Sukhumvitter’s girl, who had one of those looks that I covet. I got to chat with SALover for a brief moment. I had never met him before, and given that it was his last night in Changping, I wouldn’t have another opportunity for the remainder of the week.

As the party rumbled on, we had something a little extra special to look forward to. Apparently the Fu Hao was a “strip” KTV, something I didn’t encounter on my previous trip. At 10 pm, if the mood was right, the girls would all strip down so that they were topless and in panties. Which is precisely what happened. All the guys reciprocated by removing our shirts, rubbing against our girl’s bodies, and engaging in some very suggestive dancing.

At one point in the general thrashing around, MX and one of his girls were next to me, so I had Yen Yen rub her tits against his girl’s tits, a sight that was by no means an unpleasant one to witness. Our room also had a bedroom suite attached to it, replete with a king-size bed and full bathroom. I know MX made use of it with one of his girls. I can’t remember who else may have done so.

Deeper into the night, as the party was winding down, Yen Yen and I utilized one of the Singaporeans for some interpretation services, a duty these guys served many times for us foreigners over the ensuing week. She wanted me to know something. She had worked there for three weeks, and in that time, several Chinese customers had discovered that she was very small “down there” and they couldn’t get it in. Given that I would be her first foreigner, she wanted me to be well aware that I might be especially frustrated in my attempts at penetration. Fair enough. I was willing to take a gamble on her.

Since the group had doubled in size, it took two vans to get the mob back to the Hui Hua, where we all parted ways as the elevators hit our various floors. It did not take me long to peel the layers off Yen Yen’s body. It was practically flawless. She had a tiny bit of fuzz above the clit. Otherwise she was completely, naturally devoid of genital hair, as I have found to my delight many Chinese girls are. We showered together and made out on the bed. Then I went to work down there.

It was so hot looking, and tasty, I couldn’t get enough of eating her. I spent some time getting my dessert. In short order I learned that she couldn’t give me a blowjob because she didn’t know how. (Communication was taking place via my Lonely Planet Mandarin Phrase Book, for those wondering how I suddenly developed fluency in Mandarin.) Apparently prior to her beginning work in the business three weeks ago, her sexual experience was quite limited, and still was.

So events ran their course, and it was finally time to score the touchdown. Her warning was prophetic. I have to give her credit for honestly trying, but every time I went in, she was screaming in pain. We tried several times. Collectively I was inside her for maybe a minute or two. She simply couldn’t take it. She was that small. So I dug out the baby oil, and we finished things off the old fashioned way – hand jobs and masturbation on her body, until I blew all over that little ass.

I was caught in a spring tide – events started out so damn good, and ended otherwise – with a large gap between the two ends of the spectrum. At least it was all good natured and she was incredibly sweet. We showered and dressed, and I sent her on her way with the standard 500 yuan for a short time session.

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The group, including four Singaporeans, gathered the next day at about noon for a foray to the Dim Sum restaurant at the Miraton Hotel next door. After that, MX, Epi, Smitty, Sukhumvitter and I went across the street to the Walter Hotel for a “naughty” foot massage. Some of the foot massage places, such as the Hui Hua, are legitimate, providing trained masseuses. Others, like the Walter, are simply a front for teasing you into more services of an intimate nature. They are great for “screwing” around.

It was a fascinating study in contrasts, the girls who were given unto us. Epi’s girl, with short hair and cherubic cheeks, was wild. She spent half the session straddling him and dryhumping his cock. On the other extreme, Sukhumvitter’s girl was sick. Literally. She kept leaving the room to vomit. The Walter finally had to bring in a substitute, as she obviously was in no condition to be doing anything.

MX finger-banged his girl as she lay on top of him. I could see her face and I’m pretty sure he got her off. She proved to be mercurial, and was quite a handful, both breast-wise and personality wise. As for me, I was ogling my girl’s luscious lips. Seriously, they were to die for – the kind that one dreams of having around the cock for the blowjob of your life. But aside from feeling her breasts out a bit, nothing more took place and she gave me no drama. And at least she didn’t leave the room vomiting.

Sukhumvitter, being the fine gentleman that he is, treated all of us to the massage. He then took Epi, Smitty, and myself over to the Barbershop (BBS) Alley behind the Hui Mei Hotel to meet his regular papa-san. On the way there, we popped into the little hotel at the head of the alley that always has a BBS stuck somewhere on one of the floors with the guest rooms.

Now let me take just a moment to marvel at how wonderful a concept this is. I think it is one of the greatest things in the world to have a brothel integrated into the guest room area of a hotel. Why can’t more do this? Aside from the Melawai in Jakarta, I know of no other place in the world outside of China that offers such massively convenient services. We can only wish that hotel executives take note.

Anyway, there was a spinner there that Sukhumvitter had done just the day before. He said she was good and gave him GFE services. After we all checked out the several houses down the alley, I decided to return for the spinner. She was cute, and seemed like a sure thing, a definite plus given the notoriously spotty performance of BBS girls. Negotiations were quick. 50 Yuan to the mommy, 100 to the girl.

Her name was Sa Sa, and came from Sichuan. I wish she came with a warning label that said “I am an inconsistent bitch and your mileage is going to vary in a serious way.” Not only did I not experience any GFE services, the girl refused to kiss, give a BJ, or otherwise engage in any sexual activity beyond vaginal penetration. I wasn’t too thrilled about the session, but she did get a tremendous pounding in a variety of positions. Upon my coming in the usual finish position of doggie, she even gave me a thumb’s up that I occasionally get from Chinese girls when they seem to be particularly happy with the pounding they just received. Well at least one of us was pleased.

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To say I harbored an extreme case of anticipation for the outing planned for that evening would be an understatement. The night’s festivities would be taking place at the Jia Yi KTV. Jia Yi holds a very special place in my heart. It is where I walked my very first gauntlet. And it is where I met one of the most enchanting, blessed girls I have ever carnally known. She was so incredible that my first China trip report was named for the experience with her. You can read the report, Into My Arms, in the reports section. It was posted last year.

I knew there was no way in hell she’d still be there. I am sure some rich sponsor took her off the market shortly after I broke her in. But I still possessed a warm glow just thinking about visiting Jia Yi again, eager to discover what fine fruit I may pluck from a lineup that was 400 to 500 strong. Hell, I was simply eager just to walk that gauntlet. Really, I can’t get enough of that experience.

We assembled in the lobby at 6 for the van ride over. 6:30 is peak time for the gauntlet, and one certainly does not want to be tardy to this event. Walking in through the row of the KJ’s bowing and chanting their greeting, I was swept away by a flood of memories, and when I turned the corner into the main hall where 500 beauties were on display, it was as if I had been transported to some exotic dimension located in the outer reaches of one’s sexual conscience.

There weren’t many men there yet, so I took my time strolling down the three long rows. I started on the far left – yes, I have to admit, because that is where my little dreamboat was always to be found, right in the middle against the wall. But no, she was not there. A few meters down from the middle, standing on the right-hand side of the aisle, was a quite beautiful woman, tallish and skinny. But I had the rest of the hall to explore, so I “bookmarked” her and moved on.

The place was packed with women. I occasionally bumped into one of the other Hombres, always with a glazed look of delight on their faces. At one point on the opposite wall from where I started, I sauntered through what I dubbed “spinner row”. On both sides of the aisle, about 15 girls on each side, not a single one of them was over 5 feet in height. It was quite humorous to see that many congregated in one place. But since I had already had two spinners in the past 24 hours, I was in the mood for something more substantial. I decided to return to the girl who intrigued me earlier.

She was still there. God she was beautiful. I did the little interview of sign language to see if she was ok with going with a gwailo. She smiled. No bule stink face here so we were good to go from that perspective. Then I spun her around so I could get a good look at her backside. What can I say, I am a major ass man. She passed with flying colors – sleek and slender, long, luscious black hair. I was entranced. “Waiter, I’ll take this one!”

I took her by the hand and led her to our room, which was in the back on the ground floor, a very short walk from where we were standing. We had one of the huge party suites, as we were joining a large group of Singaporeans for the night.

Si Si came from Hunan. She was very affectionate right off the bat – one of the most affectionate Chinese girls I have ever met. We were French kissing within our first 10 minutes on the couch. From time to time I was able to peel my face from her lips to look around. Epi had picked a super hot slinky girl. Sukhumvitter wound up with a girl who had the funkiest hairdo, but a great body. MX brought in two – and one of them turned out to have a serious BO problem. Pepete Le Pew indeed.

Smitty wound up sitting next to me on the couch. Later in the evening, after having scoped my girl several times, and noting the great affection she lavished on me, he uttered these immortal words, which I shall never forget: “Murasaki, I want you to know that I loathe and despise you with every fiber of my being – and there’s a lot of fiber in my being!” I still chuckle when I think of that line.

My girl and I were ensconced in the corner of the couch. Down at the end of the couch, towards the door, Epi had managed to build a harem. I believe by that point he had four girls, but I’ll let him chime in himself on that point. Things had gotten quite rowdy in his little group. In fact, at one point I witnessed a dog pile of some sort. The man was literally smothered in Chinese pussy.

Sukhumvitter and I were both quite eager to get our girls into the workshop (bed), so we left the group early together and returned to the hotel. And well… again the gap was wide between the apogee and nadir of the evening. She was heaven at the KTV. Things were initially great in bed. DFK, DATY, BBBJ. I finger banged her to orgasm. But then when it came time to head into the end zone, the evening unraveled. Murasaki was getting pulled to earth. The stratosphere was no longer on the itinerary for the evening’s activities.

It is very hard to convey what happened, especially since we only had a book to communicate with and I was confused by her suddenly capricious behavior. But everything got sour over the whole vaginal penetration component, and this of course wound up souring the evening for me. At last after a long and unpleasant time, we finally did the deed, and since I had load building up for hours now, it took no time at all to blow. Soon we were asleep.

At about 4:30 I awoke with raging wood. This time she had no problem with a shag, so we went at it for round 2. Upon completion, she ran for the shower, immediately dressed when she got out, and said bye bye. She let at 5:45 in the morning. Basically an LT runner. Good riddance. I was now 0 for 3 for the trip.

"she even gave me a thumb’s up that I occasionally get from Chinese girls when they seem to be particularly happy with the pounding they just received."

Are you sure it was a thumb you saw? ;)

Wonderful chapter-- descriptive, poetic, and raw all rolled into one. Fantastic screen turner even without pics!

Interesting read and very good timing as I get ready to do a gig in Singapore for the next 10-12 weeks. When I did similar gigs in the past I usually checked out of the hotel on Thursdays and flew to Cambodia, Vietnam, Manila, Hong Kong, etc. for a 4 days weekend but I never went to Mainland China and this time around I probably will be going to China so here is great information on my future trips. MX has mentioned a few times that mongering scene in China is mostly group friendly rather than suited for lonely mongers so I can only imagine how much fun it must have been to have a group of likeminded individuals experiencing the same thing at the same time. As usual, I like your writing style and how much thought and effort you put in your reports as we all know how much time it takes to write trip reports and guides so I have the upmost respect for all who contribute on this site as this is the single source of my information when planning my trips.

Time to move on to next chapter of your report.

PhD

Oh how I remember that girl and the affection she was lavishing upon you

I was coveting her "with every fiber of my being".

I was very distressed when you shared your unfortunate experiences the next morning at breakfast. I'm glad that I was hoping you would have the experience I desired and equally disappointed that it was not so.

It was very good to meet you.

Sorry to hear about the initial string of bad luck but I do appreciate the details. Totally reminds me of the great trip from a year before and I am especially glad jiayi has not changed.

A great report in every sense of the word. You are able to evoke the atmosphere of the KTV experience in all its wonders. It's only 4 days since I was in CP myself, but even though I am currently sampling the delights of Pattaya, I am already experiencing the China (withdrawal) syndrome.
I am looking forward to reading the other installments when time permits.

Murasaki

It was, indeed, a pleasure hanging out with you again. Funny to see how trips look through the eyes of others. You sometimes seem to remember more of my trip then I do lol.

Gonna hijack a bit with my own recollections of my evenings:

The first night was a jackpot for me. I sat two, one was cute-on-cute (CoC) and the other drop dead gorgeous (DDG). All was well till the nekkid dancing when the DDG lifted her arms which told me, in no uncertain terms, Lady Speedstick was not a top priority for her. So, back to Hui Hua for a night of FANTASTIC action with CoC. When naked she was easily the equal of Miss DDG.

Second night I showed up late with MX so we only had 450 hotties to choose from . Unlike you I grabbed a couple cuties while walking down the first aisle, then started "reverse consuming" as I found more suitable entertainment. I sat two, but ended up with four.

This was the first evening I started mingling with our Singaporean brethren. Somehow I ended up across the room with my harem playing drinking games with some REALLY drunk people. It started with a version of P/S/R involving collusion with one fellow to get the other one (already precariously drunk) to the point of buying stuffed bears for his girls. Once the drunk guy was done buying bears he headed off to the bathroom to vomit repeatedly while I got to entertain his girls.

For those unaware, drinking games are plentiful in China. You don't need a common spoken language, just a few hand signs and you're ready to play. Since I do not drink I employ "designated drinkers" (the girls) to do that for me while I swig tea or water. Other then frequent urination throughout the night I am blissfully free of any negative effects from the evening before upon the following morn. Armed with my elite cadre of designated drinkers, after about the tenth round it became cartoonishly easy to win. This was my first encounter with gorgeous, drunk, Chinese women and I REALLY LIKED IT!!

Another prop I introduced on the second night was my vibrator. The girls LOVED IT!! It wasn't cheap, but the reception it received was priceless. At least one will accompany me on all further adventures East.

As for frustrating I think we all, short of MX, had our share of unpleasant times with the ladies. OK, you had MORE then your fair share. Still, there were a few that just knocked our socks off, eh?

Looking forward to reading the rest of this magnificent opus.

E

Great report. Has to be the first time I have seen the following words and expressions in a trip report about mongering:

Neurological fragment
Vertiginous mountains
Mental bookmarks
Apogee
Nadir
vaginal penetration component

I am going to need a dictionary and thesaurus to finish the rest of this report.

Too bad that the girls were kind of fucking with you a bit but it may be that you have a giant bule dick. If thats the case, may be time to try some girl in Central and South America...they can take it.

What fate to find a newbie less than 5 feet tall (dare we call her a veritable midgit?) with a panocha soo small and tight that she cries out in pain when penetrated? No doubt that bolstered your phalic ego my friend! Still, if I had to choose between having my ego rubbed or bangin a tight little asian cootchie all night, I think I'd go for the latter.

Being a man of sensible proportions, I can honestly say the foreceable entry dilemma has only happened twice for me; once in a one-up in HongKong with a tiny Chinese secretary who almost fainted when she looked up at me, and another time with a cubanita bonita that was entirely 'new' to the business of leasing her vaginal cavity by the hour.

Whatever the case, I'm not sure I'd want to travel to the other side of the world for an encore lack of performance. Which begs the question - why did you pay her full fare for less than full performance? No BJ? 1 minute of intercourse and 500 yuang? Forgive me for asking but are you NUTZ??? LOL!

I confess to being somewhat relieved that your prostate has yet to be massaged, while remaining vigilant to scan and skip any paragraphs which discuss such matters. That notwithstanding? This is an intriguing read which warrants a fine cigar and a cold brew while I go onto the next installment!

(Message edited by DonGringo on February 23, 2009)

Well 500 was the going rate for ST out of that KTV. I had already been forewarned before I agreed to take her out that I would probably confront that problem, so there definitely was no excuse for not paying her fee. She gave it a try, several times actually - it wasn't as if she refused completely. If that were the case, things would have been different.

Blazers, China is the only country in Asia where I have the "big dick" problem. The problem crops up only once in a while in Thailand and Indonesia - the vast majority of the girls in those countries have no issues at all (especially Thailand, since those girls are so used to foreigners). Only in China is it a continuing saga for me. Wicked Willy had the exact same problem when he visited Changping.

It's primarily a Chinese girl problem, but does occur occasionally elsewhere. It was something I experienced at least a half dozen times in China, with half flat-out refusing to fuck me once they saw my "big dick."

It is not a problem I've ever had in Brazil (LOL, the girls there are disappointed if you are not hung like a horse) and only had one Thai girl give me the "you too big" line before shutting up and taking it like a champ.

I did have a problem a couple of weeks ago in AC with one girl from Byrd Cage, but she perservered. She had been a cherry girl until the previous week, when she made some big bucks popping it with a Korean guy. I was Number Two, and I had a hell of a time squeezing it in her little box. Lots of lube and encouragement from the other girl got her to the point that I could at least get in and get moving. I eventually switched to doggy with her so I didn't have to watch her grimace every time I gave it a push. Nonetheless, I was glad she was there. Her partner had been thoroughly reamed over the years, and I don't think I ever made contact with flesh while fucking her. So Miss Mini-Box had the honor of taking a load. And, grimaces aside, she never complained.