Bedtime stories

[Makana9]

Oh great... Now I'll obsess over figuring this out, hahahaha! Hmmm, let see... Probably newscasters, and from the 80s or 90s... One who went national... and they were all mentioned on this board?

And was so tired passed out but up super early so was reading for laughs and? This bunch of our stories stuck out! Why, 2 of the newscasters still on local news, one left for a way better job! So, when I see them I still remember the good ole days, positions, how beautifully sweet and intelligent they are on our TVs, BUT after a few, the PSE **** mouth, P.S. Gianna comes out. Those were the good ole days, Really were.

[Asstro]

Tales from the Seoul:

I was on a business trip to Seoul, South Korea, my hotel had a casino attached downstairs. The casino only let in foreigners and the dealers were pretty Korean girls. I was playing at the blackjack table, and there was a Korean-American who would shoot an imaginary bow and arrow into the air if he won a hand. I told him to try my magic arrows, shoot the dealer to bust, but do not shoot her in the heart. He did try my imaginary arrows and we made a lot of money.

But of course he shoots the pretty dealer in the heart. She suddenly is extremely horny and tells us her shift is about to end and wants to party. I tell her to bring along the cute concierge hostess. We buy some bottles of rice wine and go up to my room, where we fuck their brains out. After they go home, I ask the guy (lots of adopted guys go back to Korea to find their roots) to take me to a nightclub that KPOP girls hang out. He does, but warns me that they will not talk to us.

There are many hot stars there, and his is right, they do not give us the time of day. I spot Irene of Red Velvet, who has a flawless face and body, and shoot her in the heart with my magic invisible bow and arrow. She actually talks to me and says she wants to go somewhere quiet. We find an empty star van outside of her dorm. She says that she teases thousands of guys, works 10 hours a day, and can never enjoy herself. I pleasure her with my tongue and junior in all her holes.

The rest of my trip I went to the nightclub every night to hunt with my magic arrows, the last night I went for a twofer. I cannot disclose what famous KPOP girls I bagged. PM ok.

[Redneck 1]

The free YouTube channel "Thailand Bound" is running a funny series of animated story videos about foreign men who've fallen in love with a Thai bar girl when visiting Thailand. It's humorous viewing for experienced visitors to Thailand, and can be helpful educational viewing for newbies. Here are the five episodes posted so far:

(1) Guy In Love Runs Out Of Money In Isaan Village Thailand.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBhXvxhWZy8

(2) Is This True Love Or A Scam, Life Is Good For Nat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_wn96JveeQ

(3) Thai Girl Cheats On Her Boyfriend On Her Birthday.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vc7PkLurBV8

(4) Nat's Big Plans, 2 Men To Juggle, What Will She Do?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2pMer5x2U0

(5) Dave Returns, The Story Of A Guy Trapped In Love.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-mVRIHvtRY

[Hard808]

Had this role play thought as was driving my friends daughter (let's call her "Tami" that was home from college a few weeks) from their house to Ala Moana.

Now setting story we all got together for bbq and drinks at his house was all pau and cause cause was on my way home I volunteered to drive her to ala Moana to meet friends. High school she played sports so always had good looking legs and ass. While at home she has been at the beach tanning so her legs looked amazing in those SHORT jeans shorts. To get from house to main highway is about 10 min dark non busy road.

Next As driving someone to have car trouble or be waking on side of road and flag me / us down, as we stop to find out what's happening the person with a weapon threatens us to get out of car we both exit next guy says to Tami suck his dick, she starts and is great BBBJ eyes looking up at me then he demands her to drop her shorts and bend over so I can fuck her, she drops her shorts bends over open door and has hands on passenger seat while I grab her hips she is dripping wet from the situation and start pounding I know I not going last long and the guy asks Tami if she wants me to cum in her mouth, Pusey or ass. She says she is not on pill so cum in her ass. I pull out my dick soaking wet and slowly enter her ass I get about 60 seconds and I shoot my load deep in her ass. Guy asks for what ever cash I had so I opened wallet gave him the $250 buck I had and he ran off never to be seen of again.

As for Tami I apologized and said want me to take you home? She hugged me said and yes, bruddahs was still outside when I took her home she told dad friends left mall so she asked for a ride back home. She showered and went to sleep. Texted her next day to see if she was ok, she said yes and was ok with what happened but will keep it secret.

[ProfessorGun69]

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What in the fuck was this?

A2

[HK Player]

Was she half Filipina half Japanese and goes by Sandy or Sonia?

If was red white and blue bikini at Sakura her name is STACEY.

[Snaks]

My story is similar to yours.

There was a pinay girl who worked at the MP (bottom floor) across Hula hands on Young St. I'd say early 2000's. She felt comfortable with me, so I went to her on several occasions. Anyway, I texted her one day and said I wanted to see her (this was during the day). We meet up at the MP. She then told me to pay Mama $75. And that's it. I'm like, ok? So we do the deed, including the back door but, she noticed that I was soft at certain times. Her assumption was that I was high on ice or some kind of stimulant drug. She asks me if I was high. Being ashamed for getting soft, I said yes. This excited her so she tells me let's go and see my friend after this. We finish up like 2 animals going at it. Then she hops into my car and we drive to the low income apartments across exotic nights. Talk about drug apartmenti widh. It looked exactly like those druggie apartment in the movies. Anyway, she ends up smoking ice. I declined. Actually I felt scared going up to the apartment, but once I was in, it was ok. There was a guy and his wife. Actually it was sad to see them like that.

Long story short, she kinda put 2 and 2 together and assumed I wasnt an addict. I drop her back at the MP after and that was the last I saw her.

Would have been nice if she stayed. She was one of the few non koreans that could rival the korean gurls who gave the ultimate korean experience.

Was she half Filipina half Japanese and goes by Sandy or Sonia?

[KeepGoing]

My story is similar to yours.

There was a pinay girl who worked at the MP (bottom floor) across Hula hands on Young St. I'd say early 2000's. She felt comfortable with me, so I went to her on several occasions. Anyway, I texted her one day and said I wanted to see her (this was during the day). We meet up at the MP. She then told me to pay Mama $75. And that's it. I'm like, ok? So we do the deed, including the back door but, she noticed that I was soft at certain times. Her assumption was that I was high on ice or some kind of stimulant drug. She asks me if I was high. Being ashamed for getting soft, I said yes. This excited her so she tells me let's go and see my friend after this. We finish up like 2 animals going at it. Then she hops into my car and we drive to the low income apartments across exotic nights. Talk about drug apartmenti widh. It looked exactly like those druggie apartment in the movies. Anyway, she ends up smoking ice. I declined. Actually I felt scared going up to the apartment, but once I was in, it was ok. There was a guy and his wife. Actually it was sad to see them like that.

Long story short, she kinda put 2 and 2 together and assumed I wasnt an addict. I drop her back at the MP after and that was the last I saw her.

Would have been nice if she stayed. She was one of the few non koreans that could rival the korean gurls who gave the ultimate korean experience.

[Redneck 1]

Crystal Meth. Good for you that you didn't like it and avoided addiction to that stuff. Even today, it's very widely used in the Philippines.

Yes, and I was also fortunate that the dodgy situation wasn't a setup for the police to arrive, arrest me on a drug charge, and then extort me for a large sum of money (or even worse, have me prosecuted). Of course, now that I'm older, I would advise any monger going to the Philippines to avoid involvement with illegal drugs.

[Blake123]

Come on, guys, no posts in this thread by anyone for more than seven months?

Well, here's a sleazy story from my past that some fellow mongers might find interesting.

Many years ago, Manila's Ermita district was like a wonderful mongering Disneyland, with literally thousands of lively, sexy providers easily available in numerous bars and other establishments. I spent some of the most enjoyable nights of my life there. Then unfortunately a strict law-and-order mayor of Manila, Alfredo Lim, ordered a crackdown and had the police close most of the mongering places for foreigners in Ermita. However, on at least one of the streets, several places with providers surreptitiously remained.

Late one night, I was walking down that street when the door of an apparently abandoned building creaked open, and I was invited inside by a beautiful young Filipina in her late teens or early twenties. Long dark silky hair, an enchanting face, smooth and soft brown skin, perky natural breasts, alluring legs, and a sultry style. Although after so many years I've forgotten her name, for convenience I'll call her Lovelyn.

It was dark and at first seemingly deserted inside the building, which was in serious disrepair. Indeed, it looked like a building in a horror movie that would make the audience gasp: "No, don't go in there!" However, being much younger and quite adventurous at that stage of my life, after some brief conversation I followed Lovelyn inside.

Subsequently, in another part of the building that had very dim light supplied either by candles or a low-wattage bulb (I don't remember which), I saw some other people, who had the zombie-like appearance of hardcore drug addicts. An old woman acting as the mama convinced me to try the young Lovelyn for some bargain price in Philippine pesos. I was then taken to an interior room that was surprisingly nice, with lighting supplied by stolen electricity, a sink for washing, and a big soft bed with a burgundy-colored cover.

Outside the room, I heard something going on, so I cracked the door open and peeked out. I saw a large Filipino man, with a pockmarked face, who looked rough and evil. Upon inquiry, Lovelyn told me that he was the visiting drug dealer. She seemed frightened of him and quickly closed the door.

Lovelyn then seductively told me that if I bought her something, our session would be much better. Naively, I asked her what she wanted me to buy. She replied "shabu," and she explained that the drug would give her more energy, endurance and passion. Although I was reluctant to have anything to do with drugs in a foreign country (especially with the tough Alfredo Lim as the mayor of Manila), Lovelyn convinced me as only a sweet and adorable Filipina could do. So I gave her a relatively small amount of money (by American standards), she left the room, and she soon returned with a whitish crystalline substance.

Lovelyn placed some of the shabu on a piece of foil, applied a flame to the bottom side of the foil, and used a straw or tube to inhale the smoke. She then eventually persuaded me to also inhale some of the smoke, although I made sure it was a fairly small amount. The shabu (which I had never used before) quickly affected me, making me feel very awake and alert, with heightened perceptions of sight and sound, and produced especially strong sexual urges. It also made me feel somewhat paranoid. I remember hearing some sound outside the room door, wheeling toward the door, and nervously asking Lovelyn, "What's that?" However, she calmed me down and asked me to please not become paranoid.

Anyway, even though the drug caused me to have powerful sexual passions, it also caused frustrating erection problems. (This is when I was much younger, in good shape, and had no erectile dysfunction issues.) I remember that Lovelyn was working hard to try to bring me to a climax, that I became hot and was profusely perspiring, that my heartbeat was too fast, and that I had to stop and rest a few times. Unfortunately, I don't recall if I was ultimately able to finish, but in any event I made a determined effort in several sexual positions.

After I left the hidden brothel, I didn't desire to sleep because of the shabu, so I stayed out until dawn. Then I returned to my hotel room, but couldn't fall asleep for hours. Because of the sleep problem and the erection problem, I never used that drug again in the Philippines, even though several other Filipina providers who were users subsequently offered it.

Crystal Meth. Good for you that you didn't like it and avoided addiction to that stuff. Even today, it's very widely used in the Philippines.

[Redneck 1]

Come on, guys, no posts in this thread by anyone for more than seven months?

Well, here's a sleazy story from my past that some fellow mongers might find interesting.

Many years ago, Manila's Ermita district was like a wonderful mongering Disneyland, with literally thousands of lively, sexy providers easily available in numerous bars and other establishments. I spent some of the most enjoyable nights of my life there. Then unfortunately a strict law-and-order mayor of Manila, Alfredo Lim, ordered a crackdown and had the police close most of the mongering places for foreigners in Ermita. However, on at least one of the streets, several places with providers surreptitiously remained.

Late one night, I was walking down that street when the door of an apparently abandoned building creaked open, and I was invited inside by a beautiful young Filipina in her late teens or early twenties. Long dark silky hair, an enchanting face, smooth and soft brown skin, perky natural breasts, alluring legs, and a sultry style. Although after so many years I've forgotten her name, for convenience I'll call her Lovelyn.

It was dark and at first seemingly deserted inside the building, which was in serious disrepair. Indeed, it looked like a building in a horror movie that would make the audience gasp: "No, don't go in there!" However, being much younger and quite adventurous at that stage of my life, after some brief conversation I followed Lovelyn inside.

Subsequently, in another part of the building that had very dim light supplied either by candles or a low-wattage bulb (I don't remember which), I saw some other people, who had the zombie-like appearance of hardcore drug addicts. An old woman acting as the mama convinced me to try the young Lovelyn for some bargain price in Philippine pesos. I was then taken to an interior room that was surprisingly nice, with lighting supplied by stolen electricity, a sink for washing, and a big soft bed with a burgundy-colored cover.

Outside the room, I heard something going on, so I cracked the door open and peeked out. I saw a large Filipino man, with a pockmarked face, who looked rough and evil. Upon inquiry, Lovelyn told me that he was the visiting drug dealer. She seemed frightened of him and quickly closed the door.

Lovelyn then seductively told me that if I bought her something, our session would be much better. Naively, I asked her what she wanted me to buy. She replied "shabu," and she explained that the drug would give her more energy, endurance and passion. Although I was reluctant to have anything to do with drugs in a foreign country (especially with the tough Alfredo Lim as the mayor of Manila), Lovelyn convinced me as only a sweet and adorable Filipina could do. So I gave her a relatively small amount of money (by American standards), she left the room, and she soon returned with a whitish crystalline substance.

Lovelyn placed some of the shabu on a piece of foil, applied a flame to the bottom side of the foil, and used a straw or tube to inhale the smoke. She then eventually persuaded me to also inhale some of the smoke, although I made sure it was a fairly small amount. The shabu (which I had never used before) quickly affected me, making me feel very awake and alert, with heightened perceptions of sight and sound, and produced especially strong sexual urges. It also made me feel somewhat paranoid. I remember hearing some sound outside the room door, wheeling toward the door, and nervously asking Lovelyn, "What's that?" However, she calmed me down and asked me to please not become paranoid.

Anyway, even though the drug caused me to have powerful sexual passions, it also caused frustrating erection problems. (This is when I was much younger, in good shape, and had no erectile dysfunction issues.) I remember that Lovelyn was working hard to try to bring me to a climax, that I became hot and was profusely perspiring, that my heartbeat was too fast, and that I had to stop and rest a few times. Unfortunately, I don't recall if I was ultimately able to finish, but in any event I made a determined effort in several sexual positions.

After I left the hidden brothel, I didn't desire to sleep because of the shabu, so I stayed out until dawn. Then I returned to my hotel room, but couldn't fall asleep for hours. Because of the sleep problem and the erection problem, I never used that drug again in the Philippines, even though several other Filipina providers who were users subsequently offered it.

[Makana9]

"Never give up! Failure and rejection are only the first steps to succeeding".

Jim Valvano, national championship-winning college basketball coach.

Usually, I have very good mongering experiences, but one unlucky night late last year was an extremely challenging journey for Little Red and me. In retrospect it's funny, but at the time it became exasperating. However, I remembered Jim Valvano's advice and ultimately achieved success. So maybe the story will serve as an inspiration to some other monger who's having a bad night.

(1) Go to AMP A, one of my favorites, but get an inexperienced "first-night working" dud who disliked DFK, 69, and sex with a fully erect penis. Her breasts also looked odd. I'm disappointed and finish the session without ejaculating. Yet, the Viagra-infused Little Red insists that I find another provider for him.

(2) Go to AMP B, ask "Any new ladies?" Nope, no new providers. I've been with each of the seasoned veterans there multiple times, and I'm no longer sufficiently excited by them, so I leave. However, the persistent Little Red still demands that I find another provider for him.

(3) Go to AMP C, another of my favorites, but which has only two providers that night. One is unavailable because of a medical problem, and the other one is with a customer (I hear them loudly having sex through the door). I ask the mama when the fornicating provider will be available and I'm told in fifteen to twenty minutes, so I agree to stay and wait. Subsequently, I'm told that the customer unexpectedly extended his session, so I leave.

(4) Go to AMP D, ask about two providers who interest me, and the mama indicates that they're available. I'm in luck! However, after I'm taken inside the bedroom, pay the house fee, and start to undress, the mama returns and tells me that one of the providers is now with a customer and the other provider is sleeping. I request the return of my house fee, so the mama then asks the sleepy provider if she wants to service me. Even though that provider had previously urged me to have a session with her, on this night she declines. So I get my house fee and leave.

(5) Go hunting downtown, where it's chilly, windy and raining. No acceptable providers are available. I talk to one disheveled older woman, but she's clearly crazy, and also has about half an inch of dried blood under a swollen injury near her eye. Little Red wants me to go for it anyway, but I tell him: "No, Little Red, my standards may sometimes be low, but I do have some standards". At this point, the effective time frame for my dose of Viagra may soon start to expire, but Little Red still adamantly wants sex. I start to suspect that God is punishing me. I then think: What would Kapalua, bless his soul, do in this situation?

(6) Finally, searching the dusty corners of my old brain, I remember a relatively low-profile provider at AMP E who's on my "to do" list. Go there and fortunately she's available. Have a wonderful session, finish BBFSCIP, and at long last Little Red is satisfied. If coach Jim Valvano were still alive, he would be proud of me. Maybe he's looking down from heaven and saying: That's my boy, Red!

Coach V's special quote because of not only my ohana's bought with the BIG C, but also my 2 times facing down the BIG C also and Fkn kick it in its face. NEVER EVER Give UP!! Good story and talk about perseverance Red, most after the 3rd strike would just take the losses and go away to fight another day (UH Warrior motto the past few yrs.). I had mine a bunch of moon's ago similar, but how I am, never ever give in. Indie #1, booked and waiting to get the text to go upstairs then text after text nothing was so pissed bc I came all the way into Waiks from my old place in Makakilo, frick. Text Indie #2, immediate text back yea Auryte!! Meet her in an hour at her old place in Kalihi, ok, so cruise down the road, waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Text after text un-answered, frk'and strike #2. Now, if you knew me back then and kind of hormones up bc working out, way too much hrs. Working, so when I was in motion, you got a lot of unpented energy all bottled up bc of the ex-wife that still in my biz and stress at Defcon 6 (without pushing the button twice, jk). Life rough, so one of my outlets besides BJJ, was the other ground and pound, PuNSai msog. Some use to think I was on the V or roided out, naw, try growing up with ADHD and an acute sense of Autism with OCD and you get the total picture of how hard it was to handle me. SO, already angry, went to AMP #1 by Fern St. Bc I know my go too was working bc saw her car, BUT she was already with a customer and was told wait about 90 min. NO Way!! DANG, so called the place by Univ. (We all know) and asked if G was working, nope she did not come in and she not answering my text, FK Dis! I on 0-3 and 3 KOs. So went to GP and asked who there? MS said get? (no remember), so next time. Drove DT before hitting the FW to get back home, then saw one of the old timers I have not seen in forever. Chanel (back in the day, local young big naturals, decent, sweet spoken), got to be 10+yrs. Later, still looks good, but age has gotten to her. She was by Zippys sitting, so said HI, she laughed when I asked what are you doing here, she told me you know why, $$? Ahhh, went back to our old area, still good as before, good bbj, CG mish in the back of my suv. We cleaned up, and went to get something to eat at Likelike bc she wanted out of DT. We caught up, she needed to get home before her kid gets up, she put her digits in my cell and drove her home in Palolo and said out good byes. Would never have seen her if I did not keep going. We saw each other a few more times after before her new BF got too possessive. Crazy sad, but her tits was legendary to me, and she knew that was my kryptonyte with C.

[Redneck 1]

"Never give up! Failure and rejection are only the first step to succeeding".

Jim Valvano, national championship winning college basketball coach.

Usually I have very good mongering experiences, but one unlucky night late last year was an extremely challenging journey for Little Red and me. In retrospect it's funny, but at the time it became exasperating. However, I remembered Jim Valvano's advice and ultimately achieved success. So maybe the story will serve as an inspiration to some other monger who's having a bad night.

(1) Go to AMP A, one of my favorites, but get an inexperienced "first night working" dud who disliked DFK, 69, and sex with a fully erect penis. Her breasts also looked odd. I'm disappointed and finish the session without ejaculating. Yet, the Viagra-infused Little Red insists that I find another provider for him.

(2) Go to AMP B, ask "Any new ladies?" Nope, no new providers. I've been with each of the seasoned veterans there multiple times, and I'm no longer sufficiently excited by them, so I leave. However, the persistent Little Red still demands that I find another provider for him.

(3) Go to AMP C, another of my favorites, but which has only two providers that night. One is unavailable because of a medical problem, and the other one is with a customer (I hear them loudly having sex through the door). I ask the mama when the fornicating provider will be available and I'm told in fifteen to twenty minutes, so I agree to stay and wait. Subsequently, I'm told that the customer unexpectedly extended his session, so I leave.

(4) Go to AMP D, ask about two providers who interest me, and the mama indicates that they're available. I'm in luck! However, after I'm taken inside the bedroom, pay the house fee, and start to undress, the mama returns and tells me that one of the providers is now with a customer and the other provider is sleeping. I request the return of my house fee, so the mama then asks the sleepy provider if she wants to service me. Even though that provider had previously urged me to have a session with her, on this night she declines. So I get my house fee and leave.

(5) Go hunting downtown, where it's chilly, windy and raining. No acceptable providers are available. I talk to one disheveled older woman, but she's clearly crazy, and also has about half an inch of dried blood under a swollen injury near her eye. Little Red wants me to go for it anyway, but I tell him: "No, Little Red, my standards may sometimes be low, but I do have some standards". At this point the effective time frame for my dose of Viagra may soon start to expire, but Little Red still adamantly wants sex. I start to suspect that God is punishing me. I then think: What would Kapalua, bless his soul, do in this situation?

(6) Finally, searching the dusty corners of my old brain, I remember a relatively low-profile provider at AMP E who's on my "to do" list. Go there and fortunately she's available. Have a wonderful session, finish BBFSCIP, and at long last Little Red is satisfied. If coach Jim Valvano were still alive, he would be proud of me. Maybe he's looking down from heaven and saying: That's my boy, Red!

[BotoMoco]

Did she stay or did she dump you after that?

I once dated a real conservative girl. After many innocent dates with no monkey business, and Valentine's Day around the corner, she says to get a room.

Well we were in bed and I was shocked to see how loaded she was up top; bad combo with the fact that I was and still am a tit man.

She said 'put on the condom', but I had to go to ABC's to get 'um, as I never dreamed she would be telling me that. I was so anxious in the store that I had to take a shit, and though I held it in, many stank farts came out, and each time I walked away so people wouldn't look at me. Realizing that I must look like a shoplifter on camera, I Really had to shit so I bought the darn things and got back to the room, whence the urge was magically gone.

My problem is that when I see big tits, I wanna put my dick inside. I tried to do that with her and straddled her up there, but alas, I forgot to wash my ass after cracking all those farts. It was so stink, I could actually smell my own ass and lost my boner. She opened her now irked eyes and said "Whatchoo doing?!" I was so embarrassed I couldn't talk.

Next morning she called and just wanted to be friends; Shit

Even today, when I see fart marks in my tighty-whities like those of that day, I chuckle and shake my head.

Blah that's some funny shit. I got some good advise for the skid marks. Buy some colored underwear LOL black or blue or dk brown LOL.

[Botoman]

Did she stay or did she dump you after that?

I once dated a real conservative girl. After many innocent dates with no monkey business, and Valentine's Day around the corner, she says to get a room.

Well we were in bed and I was shocked to see how loaded she was up top; bad combo with the fact that I was and still am a tit man.

She said 'put on the condom', but I had to go to ABC's to get 'um, as I never dreamed she would be telling me that. I was so anxious in the store that I had to take a shit, and though I held it in, many stank farts came out, and each time I walked away so people wouldn't look at me. Realizing that I must look like a shoplifter on camera, I Really had to shit so I bought the darn things and got back to the room, whence the urge was magically gone.

My problem is that when I see big tits, I wanna put my dick inside. I tried to do that with her and straddled her up there, but alas, I forgot to wash my ass after cracking all those farts. It was so stink, I could actually smell my own ass and lost my boner. She opened her now irked eyes and said "Whatchoo doing?!" I was so embarrassed I couldn't talk.

Next morning she called and just wanted to be friends; Shit

Even today, when I see fart marks in my tighty-whities like those of that day, I chuckle and shake my head.

Would I it be ironicall if this big tutted girlfriend grew up and is a MILF into hot Carl's?

Sometimes watch hot females farting on xvideos and it's not really a turn on but different strokes for different farts.