Love for sale – Angeles, Philippines
She is lovely and she has left me at 3.32 pm … but will return by 6.
And when she returns she will be with her best friend – another lush, raven-haired beauty – so the 3 of us can enjoy another night together – on bed, on the chair, across the floor (or the like the other night, in the jacuzzi).
It’s a lovely time of laughter and love making, BBQ chicken, beer, tequila, slow kisses, caresses, and animal sex.
It’s everything a lonesome man needs …
Having been holed up celibate for 6 weeks in south Korea – establishing my new life working the straight teaching job but now I have returned to the Philippines as school’s out on summer vacation and I have 3 weeks of paid holiday to travel – that’s yet to start however, as it’s only been hedonism so far, one week into this trip. I’ve spend a fortune on nice hotels, alcohol, and beautiful sex.
And I am happy.
Last night was rest night, a night of intimacy and only one woman.
She is Catherine, 23, looking and speaking like a Latina (many Philippinas have mixed blood from a Spanish and an American colonial past); she is petite, cute, and we fool around and laugh together alot as her English is good and cos of her accent and looks I’ve nicknamed her “my little Colombian”; but in bed, she’s “my little firecracker”. We fit amazingly together – like I haven’t had for years – and have a hot connection of tight and slow or fast and furious but always loud and drawn-out climaxing; I am loud; she is louder.
She has only been working here a month and works to help her family living further south at the end of Luzon Island, as her mother died of a heart attack (at 44) and she is the second oldest, her brother now studying, so the onus to help family has fallen on her.
When I ask her that she must find the job difficult she admits it is - but after a percentage of the bar-fine, inflated ladies drinks, and big tips – it pays better than her conventional sales job in a mall in Manila.
The main sex street here is full of go-go bars.
And girls hanging-out outside – beckoning me inside amid their neon-glow, and so many older western men here that I still feel young – approaching 42. When I look at most of the other patrons here; and the last time I was here back in 2000, I was by far the youngest when I visited the exact same bar as I met Catherine (who together, sometimes with her friends) has been my friend these past 5 nights.
In a luxurious hotel room (with jacuzzi) we watched the fantastic Beijing Olympic opening, eating BBQ chicken and drinking scores of San Miguel beer with a bottle of Tequila done in shots, and took-on our roles …
I had named these 3 raven-haired beauties Miss Colombia, Miss Peru, (as these two looked like Spanish-Indian Latinas with soft brown skin and the other Miss Korea, distinctively north Asian, pale, with more almond eyes) and I was off course I was Mr Philippines - so they said.
There across the hotel as we watched the ceremony on the giant TV screen, with erection in one hand and waving to the crowd with the other, I pranced across the room as I entered the Olympic stadium …. The girls cracked up. And more so when I wobbled my beer gut and flexed and pushed out my arse and boasted of being a Gold medal winner; an Olympian. (I can’t but take the piss out of myself; who can take life seriously? Not me.)
It was gorgeous night of group oral as I tasted all three
(… the girls get checked out by a female doctor weekly for the obvious possibilities), and they had me (I’ve just had a barrage of tests to enter Korea as a worker); a night of mixed penetration and slow kissing.
As I was on, inside her best friend, my little firecracker was behind and crazy for ramming my butt hole with the nose of a beer bottle, as I kissed and groped Miss Korea … and then the San Miguel Light (lite on calories not alcohol) and Tequila kicked in cos Catherine was all over her best friend – Leah’s tits; and so positions changed and options continued … til 5 am.
Hideous drunk failure wasn’t an issue; Viagra saw to that
(… every street hawker is offering it; but I suspect lust was enough stimulus …). And as Catherine gets hot she whimpers “Ahh, shit. Shit”. It’s Yummy. Yummy. “ So tonight, in an hour, Catherine and Leah come to my room with BBQ chicken and beer. And yet more condoms.
Earlier I say to Catherine that she was a horny girl; to that she replied “No, not horny, just a little horny” and burst out laughing, grabbing my cock.
We are both too hungry; and Leah’s also yummy … as I write this anticipation builds for yet more BBQ chicken, more ice cold San Miguels, more sharp hot tequila shots and yeah, more funny, loving, lustful sessions with two truly lovely women.
BUT the crazy thing is: OFFICIALLY: there is no sex or love for sale in these neon street of blatant girlie clubs and bars.
The Mama San in a staff meeting told the ladies yesterday that if a policeman asks who she is with this foreigner in the street that the girl is to say, I’m his girlfriend. That officially there is no bar fine (but it’s $30 and then I/you tip them on top of this: I give 100%) to take the girls from the clubs cos they are not selling sex, just drinks and tons of great looking ladies in bikinis standing there in front of you – but no boom-boom; yeah, right.
But that’s actually the law: PROSTITUTION IS ILLEGAL IN THE PHILIPPINES yet I’m here in the FAMOUS sin city.
It’s crazy – you really think all these nimble beauties are in love and cruising with old and fat guys for love. That men come from all over the world to just look. What if the police where to knock on every sex-hotel room door in Angeles and find a foreigner and Philippine women together – that the zillions would answer that they are in a relationship. I’m his girlfriend > I’m his girlfriend > I’m his girlfriend …
So here I am with two – hired – girlfriends that are friends and it’s too much fun.
I wish I could take them both way with me to Korea.
But that would be impossible and probably wouldn’t work and so I must make the most of this wonderful company, this temporary love, this crazy paid sex while it lasts over the next 24 hours, cos soon, I am alone again, but for now I reflect on this very horny, happy week. Yum.
POSTSCRIPT: When I am alone – I’m not often lonely – as I’m absorbed by my constant travels or art projects or amid an alcohol daydream. But these past days of being with such lovely women: having intimate female companionship / temporary girlfriend(s), I now realize how alone I really have been much of my life – as a solo traveller – with no relationship nor fixed friends and with no fixed abode. Sessions like this revitalize me.