His first time in The Philippines, he arrives home in her arms.
For as long as he can remember, Jeff longs for Asia and Asian women. Now, in the Mabini district of Manila, he discovers reality exceeds anticipation. The beautiful young bar Filipino girl Analyn satisfies his deepest lusts and the strongest yearnings of his heart with Asian sex. In her love and her body, his soul recognizes the Heaven he seeks.
Can someone live in exile in the land of their birth? Jeff often wondered as a kid. As an American, he doesn't want to reign as a prince or king, but grew up feeling odd, out of place.
Not a geek, but a clumsy romantic.
The girls he develops crushes on all have black hair and dark skin. Gradually, from pictures and movies, he discovers his home seems to be the continent of Asia. He yearns for kung-fu, yoga, meditation, and economic miracles.
He narrows the focus of his interest in Asian sex stories down to Southeast Asia, and then to Philippines sex.
He flies to Manila, and takes a hotel room in the Mabini-Ermita district of the huge city. The area of money changers by day and bars by night known locally just as "Mabini."
Where every bar hosts a bevy of beautiful young girls dressed in skimpy outfits. They take turns dancing to music and entertaining customers with their conversation and by playing games.
When business slows, the girls stand outside on the sidewalk. Whenever a foreign man walks by, they grab his arms and literally pull him inside. Or lure him with the promise of a blowjob.
Jeff cannot handle Paradise right away, however. That first night he drinks too many San Miguel beers. He barely realizes Analyn expects to go with him back to his hotel. He barely makes it to bed. And he barely sees Analyn riffle through his wallet.
The next day he discovers Rosie's Diner, where nearly every breakfast customer nurses a hangover.
The next evening, Jeff explores the Mabini, where he's offered blowjobs by toothless women and gay transvestite baklats. Without thinking about it, he returns to Analyn -- he cannot stay away from this Filipino bar girl.
Analyn soon teaches him the Tagalog word a Filipino woman says when her man makes her happy in bed.
And the bar slang, 'butterfly.' She refuses to tolerate her man flitting from flower to flower, girl to girl.
Wildly in love, Jeff agrees.
Because you want to share the white heat lust of the most exciting sex district of Manila.
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / GeneralJeff walked up and down the streets before even entering a bar. He enjoyed the energy of the crowds. Women stood around to entice men inside. Some of them clutched and pulled at Jeff, not wanting to let him go.
One woman with only half her teeth left told him, "Come inside, I give you good blow job."
In front of another bar, the women blocked him from moving by holding a short but heavy-set curvy girl in front of him, bouncing her against his chest.
A beautiful thing with dazzling long hair and deep eye makeup caught his eye as they passed on the sidewalk, giving him a deep eye. Jeff's eyes glanced down to her breasts, and realized the cups were entirely artificial -- entirely. And then noticed the Adam's apple in the lady boy's throat.
Better stick with the girls inside the bars, he decided. They better all be real girls.
He strolled into some of the bars, including the most famous, The Firehouse. He eyed the many beautiful women wiggling and dancing on the many stages in the flashing spinning lights, listened to the loud music and drank several San Miguels and several bottles of the other local brew, Beer na Beer.
By the time he found himself back in front of the Rock n Roll Bar, the two dwarves still strenuously shouting out to all the men passing by, he was feeling no pain but was not drunk.
As soon as he stepped inside, Analyn immediately rushed into his arms, as though she'd been waiting for him, although that couldn't be true.
"You come back to me," she said.
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Translated by MAURICIO FALCONI
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