Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

Lam Yee wants to slurp your noodle

There are some wags that claim that Chinese women are like Chinese meals, half an hour after you’ve had one you want another one. All I can say to them is they should plan their meals more thoughtfully, they should be able to get from lunch to dinner time without serious malnutrition.

As for women half an hour sounds about right but race is irrelevant. That said Hong Kong is a gourmets paradise boasting top class totty from all over the world. Blondes from Russia and Eastern Europe are popular with the high flying executive class as are the fair skinned leggy babes from Beijing and China’s northern provinces.

Along the Wanchai strip the pole dancers are largely from southeast Asia. Philippines, Thailand and Vietnam all being well represented. Buy one a drink, find a discreet corner and she’ll dance on your pole for a while.

Finding the one woman brothels or 141 girls requires a degree of skill and insider information. The gals, mostly from southern China but there are some locals, go to Honkers on a 1 month visa rent an apartment for a month and save up some hard cash.

Also, if one knows where to look, you can find gals from Japan and Korea.

Of course, if you are on a tight budget you can hit the bars and discos of Wanchai and Lan Kwai Fong and try cruising for freelancers or good old freebies there’s a good chance you’ll get lucky. And even if you don’t get laid there are loads of great restaurants to console yourself in.

Lam Yee is a Hong Kong hottie from Shaved Asians, click on her swimming costume and she will show you her sweet smooth pussy.

Minie Ice

Miki Sukawa

Lin Lin

Chelsea

I was travelling on the Chao Phraya River Express, a waterborne bus service that is one of the quickest and most pleasant ways of getting from one side of Bangkok to the other. I was sitting on the port side but between me and the water was a rather delicious young lady.

Fortunately I could pretend I was absorbed in the sights along the river bank but really I was drinking in every detail of this strikingly beautiful person. She had shiny black shoulder length hair, with just a few streaks for highlights. Her full lips and cute button nose were complemented deep brown eyes into which I could happily fall and drown.

The Chao Phraya River Express glides past the Temple of Dawn

There was not a trace of make-up, she didn’t need it. A pale pink t-shirt and tight black jeans hugged breasts and bum that were firm, compact and appeared to be totally edible. I was transfixed.

I was snapped out of my reverie when she turned, looked calmly into my eyes and said, with a graceful little smile, “Choose me please.”

My knees turned to jelly, my stomach leapt into my mouth and my heart did somersaults up and down the gangway while singing the sailors hornpipe.

“Choose me please”, she said again a little more urgently this time and pointing at my hairy knees. Alas, she merely wanted to get off the boat and I was blocking her exit.

She was a real Thai Cutie, you can find loads of girls like her by clicking this link

PS. Don’t forget to visit my porn collections at Asian Floozie and Talk Dirty

Tofu is coagulated soy milk, strained and then pressed into blocks. It is full of protein and very versatile in the kitchen.

I love tofu. One of my favourite places to get it is on Lyndhurst Terrace, right next to the mid levels escalator in Hong Kong. For just a few HK dollars you can sit and enjoy a bowl of tofu with ginger and brown sugar while you sit and watch the office girls.

This is Emma. She is also very versatile in the kitchen

NB The original link is no longer active so I disabled it

Lek gets soapy

It’s a hot, hot afternoon on the central plains. Lek hadn’t been too happy about being got out of bed at the crack of dawn to go dragging around some dusty old temple ruins. But she enjoyed herself. I always get a bit of a lump in the old throat watching brassy bargirls become demure in temple grounds. But then she spotted a noodle stall. If a man values life and limb then he should never stand between a hungry bargirl and a bowl of noodles. After that she’d wanted a shower.

So now I was laying on the bed in the hotel watching the ceiling fan and listening to the clicking chatter of the geckos and the gentle splash of water.

“Khun Seymour”, she calls “ab naam?” She wants me to join her. I smile to myself, drop my shorts and pad toward the shower. This probably means she has forgiven me and is feeling horny.

This gorgeous model from Hot Teen Asian is also called Lek. What a coincidence eh?

I know those folks over at MET ART are famous for their classy Euro teen pictures but they do have quite a few Asian lovelies who have been photographed in the same style. Me?, I like all women. Sensuality is not defined race, colour or creed. It’s more to do with whether I want to eat them out. Anyway, right now I’m having a MET moment … hands up all those who would like to eat Jin Fei Fei, yummm!

Click here to join Miho’s biology class!

I first discovered the Japanese schoolgirl phenomenon some years ago. There was no internet in those days and Japanese porn lived in sealed books and magazines that were way beyond my budget.

I’d been sent up to Tokyo on an assignment and, job completed, I decided to stop off for a couple of beers en-route to my hotel. I found a quiet little place in Shimbashi, there was a small family group singing Karaoke towards the back but otherwise I had the place to myself.

Perfect, the family were singing tunefully, the beer was cold and I was beginning to feel a little less stressed.

But it didn’t last long. After a round of songs the father of the family got up and wobbled unsteadily towards me. Worryingly he was clutching a book of songs and the microphone. He introduced himself as Mr Murasaki, offered me the microphone and invited me to choose a song.

I tried to decline politely but Mr Murasaki was not to be denied so it was with considerable relief that, as I opened the book, I saw that everything was in Japanese. I thought I was going to be spared the indignity of singing but as I neared the end a single word of English leapt out from amongst the Kanji script. Yesterday!

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