Balibago - north of Manila

[paranoidspy]

not like now, military life damn boring...more pls....

[blacknight6]

Originally posted by phenom
.......And the shock of some when face to face in the shower with six-footer negros and their foot-long poles? Kekeke

Of course the Buaya and OneShot are one and the same. During the second Det, I got evicted from my room after two weeks by my mate cos I made him a refugee every nite...even when he was ill. Hahaha. The buaya then offered to share with me and his mate agreed as he and my mate were buddies. The buaya then stayed off-base subsequently and I had the whole room to myself for most of the duration of that Det. Saved a bundle on hotels as I got back a chix practically every night.

Have yet to meet up with Johnny Buaya to sort out your identity. Maybe he has gone to Hainan. Did you know that he married a PRC from Hainan but he let her stay in Hainan and he goes there ever so often to bonk her. Probably its a marriage of convenience so that she can look after his property there. He is retiring next year. He is still the same, heard that he doesn't care who he is bonking as long as she has a pussy, in Korat, he got someone with him to choose a puying from the fishtank for him while he continued to drink his beer.
Also heard that before he sleeps, he would wrap his thing with a silk cloth, he claimed that it enhances his performance.

Remember Harana disco, used to pick up the young nubile chicks and take them in to the disco and they are yours for the night. I also reminscinced the nights that I would hang around Angeles City University to chat up the young impressionable college girls. Bonked a few myself.

I am sure you would remember 'Lovely Paradise' the apartment that the girls from Peking and Shanghai rented. Suffered many a warm nights there but they were worth it. Maybe I am boring you with all these but an old man need to survive on past glory. I may be going to Korat next Feb for exercise. After that I can post FR in this forum.

[smiler]

Errrrrrrrrrr................phenom, where ur FR????

Come on, you just back from there.................FR..............FR.......... ....!!!!!!!!!!

[phenom]

Originally posted by smiler
Errrrrrrrrrr................phenom, where ur FR????

Come on, you just back from there.................FR..............FR.......... ....!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah hor!
FR on mixed-blood Thai-Filipina cummmmmmg up soon.

[phenom]

And talking of FRs, where's yours? Plus, are you dropping by Balibago on your current Manila trip? With a fortnight, you should have enough time on your hands to finally make a diversion.

[phenom]

My apologies for the long delay of this FR. It’s been over five weeks since my return from my last trip to this sextown. As usual, I headed for Balibago on a Saturday, two days before my business meetings.

A year had gone by since I last set foot there and some changes were evident. The huge casino along MacArthur Highway was finally completed and a “Giant” type megamart had opened its doors at Dau. Two rundown hotels were undergoing renovations; the Park Chicago with minor touchups and the Tropicana metamorphosing into the Neros Executive Resort Hotel. Both should be reopened by now. The pub scene is livelier than before, with the addition of a few more new or renovated joints.
A Balibago institution; the nine year old bubble gum girl of two dozen years ago who later went on to become a flower lady and then the President of the Balibago Street Vendors Association is now the mamasan of a newly reopened club in the CBD (Central Bar District lah).

OK, enough of my inane bantering and on to the FR proper.

I arrived just as the Sun was starting to set. The gaudy lights and the blaring music came to life. After a quickie check-in at the Marlin, I hit the streets with a vengeance.
Gobbling my cervezas (beer), I meandered in and out of six of the joints in quick succession. Two hours or so of boozing and eye candies did a good job of unwinding my highly-strung anticipation of a triumphant return to my sorely missed playground.
Its time to fill my stomach with some solids. What other than the aromatic Lechon Manok (charcoal roasted slabs of belly pork) from the roadside stalls. Hmmmm, sinfully and finger lickingly delicious.
With my palate thus satisfied, I was ready to resume my binge…..and bingo: I hit paydirt!

The clock had already struck nine a little while back when I went through the doors of the Cheetah, a recently opened watering hole. Unlike the rest, this place is designed like a lounge, with the customers sitting around sofa sets instead of at bar counters, tall tables and long benches.
I was ushered to an unoccupied seat directly in front of one end of the dancing stage. A group of about a dozen LBFMs (Little Brown F**king Machines) were strutting their stuff, gyrating to the rhythm of the thumping bass and crescendoing treble.
My eyes scanned the ensemble for my “viagra”: pairs of jiggling, bouncy melons. Other than a couple of waist-length haired siren wannabes who sported above average boobies, none of the others didn’t even begin to come close to my jugs sized yardstick.
I spent the next few minutes trying to decide which of the duo will be more to my taste.
I had not paid much attention to the other dancers but suddenly, a lithe form with a golden mane caught my radar eye as she slithered to the centre of the stage from the far end.
She’s got the moves, man!

It rarely happens; I had totally disregarded the two almost-melons and devoted my full concentration on the grapefruits. Yes, her breasts fell way off my obsessive complusion for outsized jugs, but what perfect cones they were! Smooth, firm and rounded, they will just about almost fill my hands with barely outstretched fingers. And that body! If Helen of Troy’s face could launch a thousand ships, then that celestial body will easily raise a thousand and one dicks.

From the gliding hands to the floating shoulders, down her undulating torso, through her oscillating hips and wriggling ass, she was overpoweringly captivating. Her silken thighs flowed sensually down her angelic calves to her curvaceous ankles, culminating in a magical pair of Fred Astair’s flying heels and toes.
No doubt about it, hers is really a body to die for.
I had mentioned a golden mane. Yes, her crowning glory was dyed a sparkling blonde. Thick wavy strands cascaded past her shoulders to just under her heavenly spherical orbs. They frame a pleasant face that though would not win her beauty pageant titles, is pleasing enough for those whom looks are not the top priority for a one night stand. In a body rated 10 out of ten, her facial features would hover around 6……which is just as well.

I was fully fixated on her and eventually she noticed it and gradually floated to directly in front of my corner. Around the stainless steel pole she twirled and contorted; much to the tide of rising discomfort in my pants. Many a times her pearly teeth glistened as she flashed her beguiling smile on all the patrons.
I gathered the full resources of my mental faculty to send a series of telepathic messages. “Come to my seat.” “I must have you tonight.” “Let me explore your body and ravage it.”…and all that crap.
I don’t know whether it actually worked -I doubt it- but when her dance numbers were up, she sauntered over to me and inquired whether I wish for the pleasure of her company.
You bet! I positively craved for it!
Now, I am quite selective on the buying of ladies’ drinks – viewing them as rip-offs by the establishments – and Balibago bars unlike their Manila counterparts do not as a rule bother its customers much about it. However, the waitresses had witnessed my intense interest in this particular object of desire and they zeroed in for the kill. “Drinks for the lady?” they chorused. “Yes! Yes!” I spurted. Never before had I ordered a drink for the chick even before she sat down with me.
Still mesmerized, I visually devoured her bodacious contours at point blank range as she deposited her venusian form beside me.
“I beg your pardon?” I intoned as I was wrenched back to earth by her saccharin sweet voice. Her hand was outstretched and she repeated; “What’s your name?” I told her and she began to engage in small talk. I was still in a stupor and lost the first few sentences of her monologue.
"Hey! Snap out of it, she's already here beside you." I chided myself. Enjoining her, we bantered for a little while before I realised that my mind did not quite register her moniker when she introduced herself. I can only recollect murkily that she had said something like “Hi, I am…..”
“Sorry, I didn’t get your name earlier, what is it again? I apologised. “Starr.” She uttered demurely. How apt! She’s a celestial body and her name seemed to underline that!
“Is that your nickname?’ I was curious, knowing the Filipino penchant for endearing supplementary names.
“No, its my given name at birth, or rather, it is a translation of Dow; the actual word on my birth certificate."She replied.
Dow? Star? How do they connect? There must be a link.
Eureka!!! I got it! "Krung chi Dow chai mai?" I asked for her confirmation....in Thai.
"Chai ka. Tham mai krung phoot Thai dai?" She questioned me in return.
Now, I am fairly proficient in rudimentary conversational Thai and we thereupon chatted animatedly in that tongue for an indeterminable eternity.

WE CLICKED! We really hit it off. It’s the Thai franca lingua that did it!

It turned out that her dad is Thai while her mum is a Filipina. She grew up in the Philippines but had lived mainly in Thailand for the past nine years, returning home for good only a few months ago……after leaving her British naval officer husband following an acrimonious divorce. Her nine year old cutie pie daughter is now in her ex’s custody but they do correspond frequently via email and phone calls.
She’s no longer young, having galloped past the thirty mark a short while ago, but her youthful body and her exuberantly girlish demeanor belied her age. Other than her face which looked mid-twentyish, she could easily have passed as a eighteen year old.
My initial pure wanton lust for her had since mellowed into a fascination with her body and mind. As the chemistry flowed freely between us, we had transcended into the threshold of the realm of soul-mates. My warrior had stayed hard all this while but no longer is it screaming for release as by now bedding this sex goddess is a bygone conclusion.
I duly settled the barfine which turned out to be 200 pesos more than the standard one grand at the other joints. At that point, I would have paid double if that was the price, even though I usually eschew establishments that charge more than the prevailing rates.

We went off but as it was still early, being one and a half hours to midnight, she wanted to go bar hopping.
I agreed, and we adjourned arm-in arm to the Blue Nile down the street and continued with our tete-a-tete.
With the dream body by my side, I paid scant attention to the slew of nubile prancing forms on the stage; melons included. Before long, we finished our drinks and moved on to the next bar…and the next.
A little after midnight, we had just about enough and hailed a trike for the short three-minute ride to my hotel.

My, oh my! What an enjoyable night. And the best is yet to cummmmmmm.

[phenom]

Smiler, there you have it.
The first chapter of my FR on my last trip.
Chapter two is still in the process of being written.
I am doing my part. What about you?
Where's your FR on your just concluded trip?

Interesting... Looking forward to your next... Hmmm... I guess this's the 1st time for my to post in this unfamilar section aye... No thank to you... Kekekekeke...

Virgin Poster...
Vinnie

[phenom]

..........continuation.

We snuggled closely, like newly discovered lovers, in the sputtering clanking heap of scrapped metal on wheels. Time seemed to stand still but eventually we had arrived.
We smooched and groped each other in the elevator, and like conjoined twins we ambled together down the dimly lit corridor into my room.
At last I will get to remove the last visages of her clothing and savour her scintillating body in all its naked and natural glory. At last I will get to satisfy my carnal desire for the treasure trove between her enticing snowy thighs. At last my excruciating hunger for this hot burning furnace from the constellations will be summarily satiated.

All in good time. We were not some uncontrollable teenagers roaring to rip off our garments. Despite the simmering heat in my groin, I made a conscious effort to take things easy. Disentangling ourselves from the mess of our interlocking appendages, we held hands tenderly as we crossed the few metres to the bed and sat down.
Eyes entwined, we slowly peeled off each other’s clothes till we were down to our unmentionables. She then stood up and backed a couple of paces to accord me an all-encompassing view as she teasingly hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her thongs. Inch by agonising inch, she slid the sheer black frilly downwards.

A few strands of fine curly ebony threadlike outgrowth peered tantalisingly from the panty top. Then in one swift sweeping motion, she slipped the underwear all the way to her ankles, body bent at an acute angle and her face slanted upwards to lock her gaze squarely on me.
Her action was so fast that I had no chance to even catch a glimpse of her pussy. Then, hands cupping her thatch, she elevated her head and torso upwards, the corners of her lips curled in an enigmatic smile.
Ramrod straight now, she stealthily glided her dainty fingers away from the lush oasis between her upper thighs.

“Sus Nalang! Galing Aman!” I exclaimed in Tagalog. Therein nestled one of the most beautifully formed and adorned pubic regions I had ever laid my jaded eyes on; in decades of bedding hundreds if not a thousand WLs, FLs and GTGs. (For the uninitiated, its Working Ladies, FreeLancers and Good Time Girls respectively.)
The neat little triangle is foliated by purr-fect slivers of shiny jet black hair with the optimal length and density. There is nothing hirsute about it, absolutely not.
The glistering slit along the middle of the lower corner gave no hint of unsightly folds of protruding labia. Hers were immaculately layered inside. Upon closer inspection, they were of a very healthy pinkish tint. They looked appetising enough to eat though I am rarely into this fetish, especially on WLs.
Arms behind her back, she pirouetted around, undoing her black lacy bra in a deft seamless synchronised flourish.

By the golly moons of Jupiter! Her fully exposed mounds were the sweetest dreams come true. Her skimpy bikini top back at the Cheetah had hinted as much, but still I was momentarily staggered by the awesome spectacle. Though small by my fanatical jugs measurement, the unblemished creamy spheres fitted in so harmoniously with the rest of her body. Mother nature surely knows her craft well and before my widened saucer eyes stood one of her immaculately sculpted masterpieces. The angle and camber of every single curve seemed to have been carefully mapped out.
From the twin domed hillocks with their cherry pinnacles and the concave sweep of the narrow valley between them; through the vast plateau of her fat-free stomach with the delightful indent of her navel in the middle; to the wondrous landscaped oasis with its dewy designer well at the converging top of her velvety thighs, the architects of her genome had immaculately planned every nook and cranny of her flowing terrain down to the very last detail.
And as evidenced by her much-fairer-than-the-average-Filipina skin, the Siamese half of her blood had obviously won the battle of the pigment..
I was completely bowled over by this object-de-art and stayed rooted on the edge of the bed, my totem pole jutting conspicuously through the thin satin of my Pierre Cardin briefs. She stepped forward, knelt down and nuzzled her face over the root cause of my discomfiture.

My already totally engorged truncheon extended another impossible inch. She was tracing the long ridge in the textile with her pursed lips, cooing barely audibly as her slightly parted lips and flaring nose skimmed over my still underwear enclosed prick.
I felt a minute creeping flow along my urethra and became aware that droplets of pre-cum had congregated at my pee hole. If her machinations were allowed to carry on to its logical conclusion, my undies would soon be inundated with gooey white fluid. I must put a stop to the impending deluge. Time to cool it.

I gently but firmly lifted her to her feet, against her token half-hearted protestations. Hmmm, the siren is playing her game but I intend to choreograph the match my way. I told her that we would have to shower first, at least to wash away my day’s accumulation of grime and dirt
As I rose slowly up in front of her, I could not resist the temptation to flick out my tongue when faced with her twin hillocks. My hands encircled her firm roundness as I licked her sweat-coated bosom. The sweet saltiness aroused my taste buds and I literally painted her entire chest; even right down to her navel.
As the Thai Airways slogan aptly put it…“smooth as silk”. Indeed.
I finished off by chomping on her pink cherries, ringed by a lighter shade that are her areolas.

She led me to the bathroom where she removed our last stitch of clothing; my underwear. Both fully naked, we luxuriated in the warmth of the heated streaming water. We soaped each other thoroughly, me spending an inordinately long time lathering her globular treasures. In turn, she scrubbed my groin area in general and my knobby shaft in particular with the dedication of the biblical Job himself.
Wholly invigorated by the refreshing shower, we horsed around on the bed, making a big mess of the sheets and pillows. Like a couple of children let loose in the playground, we grappled, rolled and entangled ourselves, squealing and giggling as only the perennial kids in us could do…in the privacy of each other’s company.

Spent, we laid down to catch our breaths. The aircon was on at full blast and a few minutes later we were shivering. We turned down the thermostat to a mid level and went under the sheets, arms around each other in a tight hugging embrace. Later, when sufficiently warmed to a comfortable temperature by our body heat, we disengaged. I was still in the supine position and she laid by my side, head on my chest, fingers of one hand playfully drawing imaginary pictures all over my body. I am not squeamish and does not tickles easily but after five minutes of fluttering fingertips and lightly scratching nails, my muscles were bunched up and wild currents of tingling sensations were starting to numb my nerves. I wiggled about, trying to escape from the torture of her dancing digits. She laughed haughtily and ceased her fingering, sparing me from the joys of further suffering at her merciless hand.


to be continued..........

[phenom]

Smiler!!
The second chapter of my FR is up and the third is cummming.
Where is yours?????

Originally posted by phenom
Smiler!!
The second chapter of my FR is up and the third is cummming.
Where is yours?????

Hmmm... Guess smiler's bz with his romp to write his????

[blacknight6]

Great FR Phenom. Next time you are in Balibago, please say hi to Myra for me. Tell her I used to buy Wrigley's and chiclet (pardon the spelling) from her back in the 80's at Hobo's and flowers circa late 80's to give to my honeycomb, Beth from Greendoor. Hope she still remembers me.
Too bad she gave up the opportunity to join her dad states-side. She prefers to stick by her mum.

[phenom]

Originally posted by blacknight6
Great FR Phenom. Next time you are in Balibago, please say hi to Myra for me. Tell her I used to buy Wrigley's and chiclet (pardon the spelling) from her back in the 80's at Hobo's and flowers circa late 80's to give to my honeycomb, Beth from Greendoor. Hope she still remembers me.
Too bad she gave up the opportunity to join her dad states-side. She prefers to stick by her mum.

I had always said hi to her on behalf of everybody she knows.

She told me that once in a long while someone she knew before would turn up, but I am the only one who kept popping up all over ther years even though my longest interval was about 13 years. I'll be going over again in February. Whio shall I say send his personal regards this time? hehe.

She's not into the material life. Her mum is the most important entity to her. Nothing else would matter. She is happy about life in Balibago...its the only one she had lived, as she remarked to me.

Chapter 3 of my FR comming up in a under an hour. Stay tuned for the juicy details. kekeke

[phenom]

..........continuation.


Time to get serious.
She turned me into a prone position and proceeded to give me a good rubdown, starting from the shoulders. She kneaded my back muscles, continuing to my buttocks and down my thighs all the way to my feet.. Finished, she moved on to both my arms, cracking my fingers in succession and finally tuned me back to my earlier position. She clambered over me and sat on my chest, massaging my forehead and temples. I gave in to her gentle application of pressure and drifted to a blissful semi-conscious state, half in and half out of dreamland.

Then comes the sensual treatment. She slid herself down my body and proceeded to give me another bath…with her lips and tongue. Lying flat on top of me and whispering sweet nothings, she breathed hotly into an ear and nibbled the lobe with her sharp teeth. The wet tongue then lashed out, painting one ear completely and trailing down to my neck, round it and up to the other ear. After again biting softly on the cartilaged flap, she moved southwards to my chest.

I fastened my mental seat belt and steeled myself for a rocket ride into a sub-orbital trajectory. The mouth, teeth, lips and tongue worked alternately in unison and independently on my nerve-wrecked body. They sucked, blew, bit, nibbled, licked, laved and lapped all over. My nipples, navel, knees, toes, thighs, arms and fingers – in no particular order, were not spared. Fifteen minutes later, I was a stunned, shivering, whimpering and helpless mass of flesh and bones. There isn’t a single once of energy left in every fibre of 65 kg frame. I was totally drained, sapped of all life force.
But she had left the best for the last. Seeing me in that nerveless state, she once again drew up to lie beside me, resting her head on my shoulder letting me have my much needed respite.

Not for long. In five minutes, she was up, or rather, down to my nether region. Positioning herself between my legs, on her knees, she bent her head and started on the insides of my thighs, tongue lashing furiously towards my scrotum. She raised my knees, bending them so that my buttock were slightly elevated. She zoomed in on my backdoor, rimming the puckered orifice, the tip of her tongue stiffened to probe a little tentatively into the anus. She did not really try to make a forced entry, being content to let the rough surface stab and stroke repeatedly at the closed channel and its near surroundings.
Her mouth then moved up a little, lips brushing the underside of my balls. She devoured first one then the other marble, sucking each in deeply as her tongue inside explored the ribbed surface.

Groans and moans escaped my lips. She looked up into my eyes, smiled seductively and resumed her oral activities. Holding my towering skyscraper perpendicularly, she stuck out her tongue and began to brush the shaft. Up and down, round and round, she licked and lapped, interspersing with her nibbling teeth and smooching lips.
Despite her apparent abandon at dishing out the ultimate oral stimulation, she was still a little inhibited, stopping short of my knobbed tip. Except for the head, my stick and balls were completely flooded with her saliva. I wondered whether she will gobble the dick. Will she take it into her mouth or was that all she would give? Was she a cock-tease, leaving me high and dry after leading me to the precipice? Will she bring me over the edge?I decided not to rush her. Leave her be and see what would happen.

She got up and walked to her handbag. Reaching in, she took out a condom and headed back to me.
“For safety”. She smiled. Oh, well. It doesn’t matter that much though I would have preferred she sucked me raw. Sheathing me, she continued with her bj. Soon, her mouth opened over my mushroom head which quickly disappeared between her clamping lips. Her head bobbed on the stalk as her fingers manipulated my balls. Rubber or no rubber, I’m in paradise.

Sensing that I was by then more than ready, she stopped the blowjob and moved her pussy over to my searing hot pagoda. She guided the roof to the entrance of her love nest. I could see the dampness as she rubbed the purpled head along her reddened slit. I thrust upward to spear my weapon cleanly into her moist tunnel.
“Ooh, uhh!” She cried out softly. I paused immediately at my three-quarter mark and lowered my ass onto the bed. Slowly, she moved down and then up again. We were on our way.
We thrust against each other, grinding gently, smoothing her passage for my eventual full penetration. I stabbed deeper and deeper with every reciprocating movement. She was moaning barely audibly now. I put both my hands up and fondle her breasts, rubbing and kneading rhythmically, in tune with our pumping action.

She was tiring, tiny beads of perspiration forming on her upper lips. I signaled her to change over and she dutifully complied, lying flat down on her back, legs fully spread out. On my hands and knees, I began to drill into her. After a few orchestrated strokes, I plunged in all the way to the hilt.
“Arghh” I caught her by surprise but she immediately recovered her equilibrium and banged right back at me. We varied the tempo, screwing leisurely at certain times and hammering heavily away at others. Every now and then when the pace slackened, I would paw her tits with one hand or the other.

We were at it for quite a while, and a change in position was due. I got her on her hands and knees to enter her doggie styled. Hands cupping the hanging perfect cones, I powered deeply into the oozing abyss of her inflamed vagina.
There is would no turning back now. The urgency in our thrusts had been increasing. Soon there will be a total release. She wriggled her tail, straining to swallow up even more of my already well sunken piston.

We would not be able to hold out for much longer. Tired, her knees gave way and she dropped down flat. I followed suit. In this position, I was not able to go in as deeply. I flipped her over, pushed in my tool and lie down on her, thumping away for all it was worth. Her legs gripped me tightly and her arms snaked around my back, nails biting painfully into my unprotected flesh. I clamped my mouth limpet-like onto hers, tongues warring, drinking in each other’s oral fluid.
Our breathing became laboured, eyes dilated, nerves on edge. She arched her back, milking every last millimetre of my exploding warhead. I withdrew back till only the tip was still enveloped by her labia and readied myself for the final launch.
Five…four…three…two…one…….IGNITION!

Houston, we have lift lift-off. <click>


to be continued..........

[phenom]

Ok, I'm now starting on chapter four of my saga on Starr. Shiok to relive those luscious moments all over again. Its been almost two months but memories are still fresh though I have to really concentrate to transport my mind to the events of the day for the minute details. I should be posting it in the next few days if not sooner.
Then its on to what I think should be the concluding chapter which I can only embark upon probably after the new year holidays.
I am starting to miss her now, probably because of my fond recollections of our sexciting romps when typing out the account on my keyboard.
Right now, if I could, I would have loved to get onto the next flight but I know its just a passing fancy. I am never one to truly stick onto a wild flower, however good she might be. Yes, Starr had been one of more more memorable bonks in recent times and it would be great fun to be with her once more but even if I were not to see again, it doesn't matter.
That being said, I am now planning to go over to Manila soon and of course that would include my side trip to Balibago. My schedule seemed full for the next two months and the earliest I could free myself for that will be the last week of February. So, whether or not I will see Starr again (preferably yes), it will be on to the booze and boobs sextown one more time.

Starr-crossed
phenom