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Tomorrow in Stanley

2006-05-19T21:55:00.000+08:00

Video cam girl just sent an sms saying she wants to meet me in Stanley tomorrow morning. She apparently has a surprise.

And is not telling...

I'll let you know what eventuates.

Feeling dry

2006-05-18T23:26:00.000+08:00

The university student with whom I'm having an affair gets wet so quickly if we kiss while she's standing that we spend a lot of time, well, standing and kissing.

But when she lies down to make love, she often feels dry. But as soon as I've entered her more than about an inch, she is totally wet again.

Which means we fuck standing up sometimes, or just take our time sliding in half-an-inch deeper with each stroke if she's laying down. Either way she's the closest thing to heaven...

"I'm too serious in my life..."

2006-05-14T13:56:00.000+08:00

"... so I want a wild adventure," she said to me.

So I picked her up from work, caught a boat, and spent the night in a room near the beach.

We fucked on the balcony under the full moon. Her skin was like satin.

She cried when she came.

理想酒店

2006-05-13T09:58:00.000+08:00

I've been having a nasty little affair with a student at one of Hong Kong's tertiary institutions. She has a boyfriend, so we meet during the day at a nearby hourly (love) hotel.

I think these places are just wonderful. Huge beds and baths built for sex. She loves it, too. Although all modesty aside, I suspect being well endowed helps out. There's nothing like a young Chinese university student seeing (or sitting on) a large cock for the first time in her life...

Anyway, as a public service, here's the address to the 理想酒店 (Lixiang [Ideal] Hotel) in Kowloon Tong (our favourite). You can easily walk there from Festival Walk (or Kowloon Tong KCR/MTR - take exit to Kent Road), but if you're in a taxi (i.e., in a hurry), show this to the driver.

九龍塘理想酒店根德道7號
[Lixiang Hotel, 7 Kent Road, Kowloon Tong]
Just look for the big blue sign with four red Chinese characters (理想酒店)

Expect to pay HK$270 for two hours. You will need to speak Cantonese or Mandarin, but I suspect the women that run the place know enough English to accommodate you if you don't.

Annoying turbaned gentlemen

2006-05-03T13:34:00.000+08:00

Hong Kong has a coterie of annoying turbaned gentlemen who - with inane grins plastered on their bearded faces - approach people with the line: "Oh, Sir, your face is very lucky."

Most answers to this will lead to a request for palm-crossing silver and an offer to read your fortune. One approached me this morning...

I told him that, yes, I was very lucky indeed. I said I'd made millions this week and just spent all night with either my face or cock buried in the sweetest pussy I've had in a long time.

It's nice to see that the smiles of all annoying turbaned gentlemen are not necessarily permanent.

Clarity of vision

2006-05-02T08:36:00.000+08:00

It's true that clarity of vision is not great with a webcam.

But trust me, it's not a problem when a beautiful young Chinese girl undresses on her bed for you.

In fact, there's something tremendously appealing about the graininess, the washed out colours...

Holiday in Hong Kong

2006-05-01T11:07:00.001+08:00

It's a holiday today in Hong Kong.

And a good thing, too. I didn't sleep last night.

I'm thinking of going up to Shanghai. There's no reason to fly up until next week to sign a lot of paperwork.

And then I can start celebrating...

In the meantime I'll be spending a lot of time with videocam girl.

Who's turned out to be an extremely adventurous girl.

She confirms everything I think.

Stay away from Wan Chai and Lan Kwai Fong, and concentrate on areas where young and innocent girls live. For it is here where true passion can emerge if given life...

On investment risks

2006-04-30T21:49:00.000+08:00

We were a bad investment risk in 1997. But the guy to whom we took a business plan and then spread the word to his mates that they shouldn't touch us with a forty-foot barge pole has a special place in my heart.

He'll know about the sale by mid-week. I'm laughing just thinking of how he'll feel.

The sweet scent of success

2006-04-30T21:03:00.000+08:00

A phone call I've been waiting for from a business partner in Shanghai:

We've just sold a venture we started eight years ago with less money than what it would cost to buy her BMW 760Li for an amount in excess of what it would take to buy a fleet.

To every son of a bitch who assured us we'd lose everything: suck my dick.
To every "old China hand" residing in Hong Kong who postured and preened and tried to tell us why we didn't know what we were doing: we're coming for you now.

Life is sweet.

Getting into webcam...

2006-04-30T13:01:00.000+08:00

I'm talking on webcam right now with a young Chinese girl. I never paid attention to this sort of thing previously.

It's turning out to be quite interesting.

To say the least...

My apologies

2006-04-30T12:51:00.000+08:00

I've been away on business in China for the past few days and haven't had time to post.

Normal service will resume again from now.

Quarrelling mistresses II

2006-04-26T23:29:00.000+08:00

One of my managers called me from the factory today.

My quarrelling mistresses appear, he told me, to have taken their mutual loathing for one another to new heights. There is a rumour, he continued, that they are fast approaching some sort of physical resolution to the fact that they hate each other and neither wants to share me.

I sensed some frisson of excitement in his voice. Did he know more, I asked?

He wouldn't say, but hinted that several girls had previously sorted out differences in a small quadrangle (of sorts) between two factory walls and a dormitory.

I have seen girls fight in factories before, but never in a premeditated fashion. Flareups occur over hot water after work or queues in canteens. But they are rarely - in my experience - the result of arrangements to settle things physically.

My manager assures me that it is not as uncommon as I might think.

I'm not sure what to think...

A bigger cup

2006-04-26T21:32:00.000+08:00

Anyone with hands on experience in China could have told them this.

Looking for a girl in Hong Kong?

2006-04-25T10:39:00.000+08:00

Stupid question, I know...

I suspect some of you are familiar with retail sex sites like Sex141 and 161Sex, but you might not know some of the alternatives. I'm putting togher a more comprehensive list in the right-hand side bar under "Retail Sex". Some of the sites are in Chinese only, but they give you a very clear picture of just what's on offer in Hong Kong's thriving sex market. These sites collectively provide you with access to thousands of women selling their services in the SAR.

Please visit and enjoy the tour... Oh, and if you know of any other similar sex sites providing these sorts of services in Hong Kong (or anywhere in Asia), please leave a link for me in the comments box. Thanks!

Unfinished women...

2006-04-25T10:35:00.000+08:00

"More often than not, they make white [wo]men look not quite finished."

With apologies to Julie Burchill [not]. Birchill was talking about black and white men, but the same seems to hold true for Asian and white women...

Moderate excesses...

2006-04-24T21:45:00.000+08:00

I don't think so.

PDABOY is clearly disturbed.
Don't say you haven't been warned.

Instructions: the bottom drop-down box takes you to movies. The lower numbers appear to be dead links, but the higher numbers look okay.

I stoped after about four. How many can you take...?

The Quiet American

2006-04-23T21:22:00.001+08:00

Half a century ago, Graeme Greene wrote a novel about a quiet American. Today you'd look hard to find one.

The younger generation of Americans in Asia are not quiet. They are "enthusiastic". About everything. In an Oprah Winfrey kind of way.

The problem is that the enthusiatic ones never deliver. On anything. Not a bloody thing!

I've spent Sunday afternoon cleaning up a mess left by one of these loud-mouthed todgers.

Luckily most of these idiots are employed as English "teachers" in places like China, though one - I heard from a Chinese business associate - is employed by his nephew on the mailand as a driver.

Now there's status for a Chinese businessman: a waiguoren driver...

Apologies to all the quiet Americans out there, many of whom I've done business with over the past 15 years in Asia. But I'm feeling more than a little pissed off right now about your enthusiastic brethren.

And again...

2006-04-23T13:56:00.000+08:00

This is getting boring, I know, but...

Dim sum restaurant in Tongluowan. A Chinese woman in her late forties or early fifties at the adjacent table. Low cut top. Skin like porcelain. The body of a 25-year-old.

Outside in the street. 25-year-old northern Europeans. Pasty skin, dishevelled, and overweight. The bodies of fifty-year-olds.

It's a no brainer.

Crowded tram

2006-04-23T13:50:00.000+08:00

A crowded tram on a Sunday morn

Much better than sitting and watching porn.

I'm talking Filipinas. Brown gold. Southeast Asian tea...

Hand tattoo

2006-04-22T16:30:00.000+08:00

A Chinese woman in her thirties on the KCR. Plain looks, but lovely long hair and a gymnast-tight body. And a tattoo on her hand (the thumb web). A HK$5 coin could have covered the small black-ink design.

I closed my eyes and dreamt of young teen female gang members...

Summer days and panty lines

2006-04-22T16:23:00.000+08:00

The hot weather is here, and - unlike their sisters in Hong Kong - Shenzhen girls have slipped into their sheer and clinging summer frocks, tight white cotton pants, and other transparent apparel.

Panty line and Pussiepunditing heaven...

From webcam to bed

2006-04-21T23:41:00.000+08:00

The time from when you meet a young Chinese woman on a certain local Chinese language BBS, through undressing her on webcam, to the moment you undo the first button on her blouse, should not be less than 10 days.

So spake Pussiepundit.

I've lived in XXX for XX years...

2006-04-21T23:27:00.000+08:00

I attended a dinner at a restaurant in Shenzhen earlier tonight, and had the misfortune to sit next to the worst sort of expat.

She [55, opinionated, loud, wrinkled]: I've lived in Hong Kong for 20 years

Nasty Chinese friend [feigning ignorance and speaking in Chinese]: Oh, where do you live in Hong Kong?

She [scowling]: I'm sorry, I don't speak Chinese...

Cue for me to leave.

Quarrelling mistresses

2006-04-21T06:22:00.000+08:00

I'm going out to one of the factories today (which, just out of interest, makes bras). I have two mistresses in this factory, and they are definitely not friends.

Though to call them mistresses is a little mischievous. I'm just sleeping with them.

Anyways, rumour has it that things are coming to a head, so to speak...

Video cam fun

2006-04-21T06:15:00.000+08:00

I mentioned earlier that I met a young lady with a video cam who isn't afraid to use it.

I spent a good part of last night sharing - for want of a better phrase - offcuts from the cutting room floor...

All I can say is that thank god for Chinese girls.

Once again...

2006-04-21T06:08:00.000+08:00

... I ask, why?

I had a business meeting yesterday with a Japanese woman in her early 50s. She rated quite high on the Pussiepundit Fuckability Index.

Unlike her Western sisters, she was comfortable with her sexual power, flirted unostentatiously, and looked me in the eye in a way that had my temperature rising.

Visiting Hong Kong

2006-04-20T06:38:00.000+08:00

I've had several requests in recent weeks from people I barely know to stay at my place on their Hong Kong stopover.

Look, here's deal.

Unless you are a cute Asian girl, or married to one, there's no way in hell I'm letting you into my apartment so you can save money.

Is that clear?

Three fat men

2006-04-19T23:04:00.000+08:00

So, I'm in a meeting today.

Four of us. All Waiguoren.

Three are obese, or verging on, and over 50.

Topic of conversation?

Fat and ugly Chinese girls.

God fucking help me...

Asia's world city?

2006-04-19T06:45:00.000+08:00

It's beyond me how Hong Kong gets away with stuff like this.

World city indeed.

World class pussy, perhaps, but even then places like Tokyo and some of the SAR's neighbouring Chinese cities boast equally delicious girls.

Speaking of which, the woman I mentioned here sent me several interesting photos last night. Nice camera, good photographic skills, and an even better body than I'd guessed when fully clothed. The things some people will do on holidays...

And on this topic: Why do some Chinese woman have better bodies in their 40s than most white girls do in their late teens? Perhaps I'll expand on this theme later...

Pick up

2006-04-18T08:39:00.000+08:00

After six flights in eight days, I was glad to return to Hong Kong yesterday and relax a little.

In the afternoon I took a ride on the Star Ferry. A slim and attractive Chinese woman in her forties was taking photos. She caught my eye. I thought nothing of it, though I did take a long look at her.

As we neared the jetty, she showed me some of her shots with me in them. I'll email them to if you like, she said. I handed her my card. She was with her uncle, she said.

And this morning I have three photos in my inbox.

Personally, I thought this was a very nice pick up...

Three sisters from Taiwan

2006-04-17T14:59:00.000+08:00

As mentioned, I met three sisters from Taiwan the other night on a flight into Beijing.

Three truly beautiful women (one in her early forties, one in her mid-thirties, and the youngest in her late twenties); physically stunning, intellectually and conversationally brilliant, and polite, witty and worldly.

In the way that only the Taiwanese among all the Chinese seem to have mastered en masse, each woman was at the same time flirtatious and reserved.

Which in the language most will understand, I got an erection while talking to them without even knowing it.

I would have fallen in love with any of them individually, but confronted with all three I simply surrendered to their charms and have dreamed of them ever since.

The best in Asia...

2006-04-16T06:52:00.001+08:00

Everybody has a view on where to find the prettiest girls in Asia.

Personally, I think just about anywhere in East and Southeast Asia is fine. And to be honest, one of my most remarkable sexual adventures was in Dhaka with a local woman who could not get enough of me (and vice versa...), and had more innate knowledge of pleasuring and being pleasured than just about any other woman I've met.

Indonesian women can be among the horniest in the region, and of course Chinese girls are truly delicious. Young, fresh Filipinas are worthy of a special place, especially if they are frustrated and inexperienced.

But I have to say that Japan is the place where if I had to confine my philandering ways I would put down roots (so to speak...).

The stubborn resistance of peasants II

2006-04-16T06:35:00.000+08:00

One of the more pleasant outcomes of last night's fracas re stowing hand luggage was the opportunity to joke with the three Taiwanese sisters seated in front of next to me.

This led to taking a taxi to - coincidentally - the same hotel (after I had changed my reservation while they waited for their luggage).

Three wealthy, good looking Taiwanese sisters. I wonder if life can get any better?

The stubborn resistance of peasants

2006-04-16T06:16:00.000+08:00

Conversation on our descent into Beijing last night:

Hostess [quietly]: Could you please stow your hand luggage in the overhead locker, madam.

Stubborn peasant [shouting]: No, it's just a little bag [and on ad nauseum]

This went on for over ten minutes until the captain announced that we'd go around again and said stupid peasant woman would be arrested on the ground if she didn't stow said bag.

They might have money to fly but really they deserve every goddamned beating they receive.

Punditry for beginners

2006-04-13T21:12:00.000+08:00

Yes, I know; the punditry has been light and infrequent. But I'm about to make up for it.

On second thoughts, I can't be stuffed.

I'm going out to place where I know that girls in their late teens congregate waiting for men with wads of money who don't mind spending it on drinks, dinner and ridiculously priced five-star hotel rooms.

Back later. Much later...

An unamed Asian city

2006-04-13T21:00:00.000+08:00

I'm in a city I shan't name.

But really, what's the point of having breakfast sitting across the table from three local girls whose skin is so light and smooth that it looks like it was poured on by a Belgian chocolatier and not being being able to lick them? Even just once...

Hotel video cam fun

2006-04-13T20:49:00.000+08:00

Call me old fashioned, but if you're going to spend half the night chatting on your computer in an overpriced hotel room, then doing it with a Chinese girl nearly twenty years younger than yourself and who decides she'd like to play with her newly installed video cam makes it all worthwile.

And call me even older fashioned, but isn't it more fun when they're coy and show lots of skin but don't take it all off. Her breasts and nipples looked fine under her braless singlet; trust me. And rolling her skirt down to show half her panties got me hotter than if she'd taken everything off.

There's been a flurry of emails during meetings today between my Blackberry and her work computer. I think we're both in for some fun when I return home to Hong Kong...

Factory myths

2006-04-12T16:28:00.000+08:00

One of the myths about factory owners in China is that they like to take one of their prettier employees as a mistress. That's just not true.

I have taken two.

They don't get on. In fact they loathe each other. Of which more later...

Flying

2006-04-11T22:44:00.000+08:00

I'm sick of flying business class and having to sit next to people upgraded from the back end who can't show at least a modicum of manners.

Everyone wants to be free

2006-04-11T22:29:00.000+08:00

The great paradox of human life is that we believe freedom comes by having no commitments, but in reality it's the result of total commitment. Go figure.

Curiouser and Curiouser

2006-04-10T22:00:00.000+08:00

A long day up at one of the factories.

At around noon, one of my managers calls to say security has spotted two girls talking to some of our workers taking a break. I take a look.

They're Chinese, but not mainlanders. Definitely Hong Kong.

I asked our girls when they came back in what it was all about. Apparently they asked them about wages and overtime.

By the time I got out the front gate our two friends had left. It's a pity. The photographs our security guy took showed one of them looking rather delicious.

Chongqing taxi driver

2006-04-09T07:06:00.000+08:00

If you live in Hong Kong, then you'll know that female taxi drivers are as rare as rocking horse shit.

They are slightly more likely in China. But of the handful I can remember recently, none have been remotely good looking.

Until last night. Great body, and although not beautiful, she had sparkling eyes and a lively personality. It was a long taxi ride and we chatted the whole way.

Near the hotel she told me that she and her husband hadn't had sex for five years. I could remedy that, I said. She smiled like she wanted it to happen, but we both knew it wouldn't.

China Zhejiang

2006-04-08T16:03:00.000+08:00

I notice that China Zhejiang currently has 1,240 designs for phone screen wallpaper, all of them women (see here for p. 1).

Not a bad effort...

Swinging in Chongqing

2006-04-08T14:29:00.000+08:00

Last night's function was at an exclusive local restaurant and attended by 14 guests. There were six married couples; I accompanied a married woman and was thus the only unmarried person. I was also the only foreigner present, and all of us are either successful professionals or business proprietors in our mid-30s to early-40s. We were all invited by a mutual business associate and his wife.

The purpose of the evening was twofold: to meet each other for the first time (although we had all communicated by email), and to allow the ladies to select potential male partners for the evening. After dinner, the men retired to their rooms while the women chose their evening's entertainment by ballot and simple games of chance.

I have joined my female dinner companion and her husband in their marital bed many times, and so there were potentially six women who could select me.

It was Huang Xiaohua [pseudonym] who knocked on my door. She is in her late twenties. Her family are politically prominent at the provincial level. She is gentle and artistically inclined. During our emails over the last couple of months we have both felt a connection and so when I saw her at my door I was doubly rewarded.

Huang is around 165cm and her body is courtesy of regular Pilates and yoga workouts. She has a slender frame and her breasts are small and her hips slim. As a consequence of her exercise she is, however, deceptively strong.

We spent a long time talking and kissing before we showered and made love for the first time. She was a little nervous, which I found endearing. She claimed my penis would be too big for her when she first saw me naked, but she was so wet when I first slid into her that she barely noticed.

We shared fantasies and possessed each other in a way that rarely happens. I became interested in pleasuring her in every way imaginable, and she responded by being truly sated by the time she left in the morning.

We have agreed to meet privately in the near future.

Reflections on last night

2006-04-08T11:31:00.000+08:00

I promised earlier to say more about my rendezvous last night. Suffice to say it was memorable and I will post more later.

I'm going out for jiaozi [饺子], of which the best in China are made in a small run-down restaurant ten minutes from the hotel.

Blogger in China

2006-04-08T10:30:00.000+08:00

One of the contradictions of life in China is that the Chinese government censors my site but allows Chinese to view all of the pic links in the right-hand side bar.

To make things worse, although the site is off limits, I can actually post stories.

Chinese censors. Go figure.

Waiting in my room

2006-04-07T22:14:00.000+08:00

It's a clear and cool night in Chongqing. I've opened the curtains and can see the Yangzi and Jialing Rivers laying like silver ribbons on a black sheet.

I have about 15 minutes remaining before a woman knocks on my door. I don't know who it will be, except for the the fact that she was one of my dinner companions this evening and the wife of another member of our small and exclusive party.

Each of the seven women present tonight was beautiful, in her thirties or early forties, well educated, wealthy and bored with a monogamous relationship.

I must ready myself. More tomorrow.

Off to Chongqing

2006-04-07T10:38:00.000+08:00

I'm about to leave for the airport to catch a flight to Chongqing.

It's one of my favourite cities in China, but every second news story I read about it mentions the ubiquitous bangbang [棒棒] men (the guys who cart loads up the city's hills on their shoulder poles - bangbang means stick or staff).

Me? I'm not interested in the bangbang men. In a city famous for its female beauty, I'm really only on the look out for bang-bang girls...

The hardness factor

2006-04-07T07:30:00.000+08:00

Local girls in Hong Kong like certain things in their men: large amounts of money, a willingness to splurge on high fashion, ownership of a luxury car, a credit card that hardly notices expensive meals and overnight stays in 5-star hotels, and blah blah blah.

They are not obsessed with size (though being on the large side is a plus), but the one thing they do insist on is hardness.

Utter and total hardness. And it's something they think white guys are short on.

On not speaking Chinese

2006-04-07T07:10:00.000+08:00

Quite frankly, if you don't speak Chinese in Hong Kong, then you live in a bubble. And everything you think you know about this place is questionable.

Almost every expat I know who professes to love the place doesn't speak a word.

What - I ask myself - do they actually love?

A spot of punditing...

2006-04-06T21:28:00.000+08:00

My regular reader will have noticed by now that this blog is long on pussy but short on punditry. To offset the imbalance, I offer this.

Long on punditry and decidedly short on pussy.

You be the judge...

The expat husband

2006-04-06T21:21:00.000+08:00

Apart from strutting around Hong Kong playing "big white boss-man", the expat husband from Manchester to Melbourne spends his time pampered by a Filipina he'd like to fuck and shuttling between Seoul, Tokyo, Bangkok and Shanghai.

The most common - and thus annoying - conversation in expat circles is about how all this travel is exhausting the little darlings.

The expat wife

2006-04-06T07:36:00.000+08:00

Within weeks of arriving in Hong Kong from Kansas City or Leeds, the expat wife will be complaining about her maid as though she's had domestic help all her life.

Not content with a subservient maid costing less than her monthly airconditioning bill, she will whine about how her life is made miserable by a woman who does everything she herself was doing two months ago. And all this whilst sipping gin cocktails by the pool at her club.

No wonder their husbands fuck anything local that moves.

Qing Ming

2006-04-05T20:51:00.000+08:00

It was a holiday today in Hong Kong. Most people spent it cleaning the graves of ancestors.

I spent it servicing two young Filipinas.

Setting out this morning for a brisk walk around a park in Kowloon resulted in a chance meeting with the two girls. An invitation to join me for coffee was accepted. Seven hours later I sent them back to their employers.

Hong Kong. Beautiful one day. Perfect the next.

Washing one's feet in the hand basin

2006-04-04T22:13:00.000+08:00

Entering the male toilets at our office today I was greeted by the sight of a gentleman of Arabic extraction washing his pungent feet in the hand basin.

The stench was so bad I beat a hasty retreat.

Is there something I'm missing here? Or is this just jolly poor form?

Alpha male

2006-04-03T23:47:00.000+08:00

Conversation on the MTR this afternoon:

White alpha male accompanying five giggling, fat-belly jiggling foreign university students:

"You go into any bar here, and - like - some expat businessman in a suit who lives on Victoria Peak will hit on you."

If it wasn't for the smell of bullshit, I could have inhaled their excitement.

Pity there's no expat businessmen in Hong Kong interested in overweight, pudgy white girls.

Dragonair Easter competition

2006-04-02T23:55:00.000+08:00

Dragonair has a nice little competition running until Easter; the chance to win a free return air ticket on any of their routes.

After chatting to one of their hostesses, I think I'll just go where she's going.

Yum...

And by the way, why is it Dragonair? 港龙 [ganglong] literally means "harbour dragon".

I'm in Shanghai for the fresh air?

2006-04-01T16:44:00.000+08:00

You better believe it.

Clear skies, a cool breeze, and fresh air.

Who'da thunk I'd come to Shanghai for the air quality?

And the pussy. Of course...

I raced the Maglev...

2006-03-31T23:28:00.000+08:00

... and the Maglev won.

Escaping the cellulite carnival of the Hong Kong Sevens, I winged it to Shanghai for the weekend. A friend picked me up in her new BMW 760Li. It was late and the freeway from Pudong Airport was quiet. She was doing nearly 200km/hour when the Maglev went past.

It was like we were standing still...

Hong Kong Sevens

2006-03-30T21:55:00.000+08:00

The Hong Kong Sevens starts tomorrow night.

This has become the venue of choice for purveyors of fat-arsed expat women who invite their wardrobe-sized sisters and friends from overseas. It's also a busy time for the overpriced Filipina tarts on Lockhart Road. For some obscure reason, expat men think spending HK$3,000 for a peasant who speaks English is value for money.

I prefer to keep my distance from the whole ugly scene. Pink-cheeked, beer-bellied women aren't really my thing. But, hey, each to his own...

Digging for money

2006-03-29T21:40:00.000+08:00

I was in the line at Wellcome this afternoon. The woman in front of me spent over two minutes digging money out of her purse. After the check-out girl had rung up the total.

What is it with women? Men have their money out ready; can't women do likewise?

My only consolation was that she had the most incredible arse...

A room without a view

2006-03-28T20:36:00.000+08:00

Some people say Hong Kong is dull without a view. I agree.

Several months ago, the inhabitants of the flat opposite mine - and into which I have a perfect view - decided to move. This meant the 14-year-old who walked around in white panties and singlets disappeared.

Luckily, a family with two university-aged girls has moved in. Both like to watch TV while sitting on the floor. When they draw their knees up I have a perfect view of their panties.

Views are worth money in Hong Kong.

Six in Chinese...

2006-03-27T07:11:00.000+08:00

... is liu [六]. Mandarin, that is - not the language of gangsters and barbarians.

This is my sixth post.

There are six girls in this photo.

That is all. As you were...

Never say hello to strangers

2006-03-26T22:04:00.000+08:00

I always try to say hello to at least one person on the MTR or bus every day. Women, natch. Today I was beaten to the punch when a school girl said hi.

Don't they teach young girls anything at all these days?

What if I'd been gay...?

Foreign man, local girl

2006-03-25T19:57:00.000+08:00

A business associate has just started an affair with his young secretary. He asked if there was any man married to a foreign woman in Hong Kong who wasn't screwing a local girl.

Stupid question.

Well, there might be one...

Text messaging in China

2006-03-24T21:22:00.000+08:00

A married woman in Guangzhou sent me the following message about 15 minutes ago [I've translated from Chinese]:

My husband hasn't touched me for five months. Can we meet next time you visit?

She is in her early thirties, sensual, witty and outgoing. I responded with the dates of my next trip.

We met once, briefly, at a business meeting over eight months ago. And people ask me why I stay in China...

Yoga in Hong Kong

2006-03-23T20:23:00.000+08:00

It's official. Doing yoga makes Hong Kong women horny. I've had more local women glance at my crotch whilst doing yoga than at any other time in my life. Which is why I joined this studio in the first place.

The weird thing is I'm getting fitter, stronger and more flexible. All the better to eat you with, my dear.

The Guangshen railway line

2006-03-22T20:56:00.000+08:00

The Guangshen Railway has more hot women per seat than any other line in China. If you need to take the train from Hong Kong to Guangzhou, do yourself a favour and catch the KCR to Luohu and take the local train from Shenzhen. Forget the through train; it's full of fat arsed foreigners wearing jeans to hide their cellulite. Young Chinese girls in transparent dresses, tight slacks, singlets and low cut blouses make up for the inconvenience. And if you speak Chinese, then really, more fun will start on that train than anywhere else in China.