Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

Shanghai girls are said to be the most beautiful in China. They are also quite rare, unless you go to Shanghai of course which is not something I do very often … and certainly not at this time of the year. It’s cold enough in Hong Kong.

Usually I even give Honkers a wide berth until the Rugby Sevens but with the Beijing Olympics only a matter of months away and considerable brouhaha already emanating from the former British territory it seems that the tendrils of my other life will keep dragging me back this year. Until the summer at least.

Still I like to look on the bright side and being back in HK at least afforded me the opportunity to go and fuck Miki, who I’d been to see a couple of times before.

Alas it was not little Miki that opened the door. “Where’s Miki?” I asked, but even if the new occupant knew the answer, she clearly couldn’t speak a word of English and thus wouldn’t be able to tell me. Never-the-less she opened the door and invited me in.

She wore a black mini skirt and white top unbuttoned enough for me to see hr push-me-up bra and the swell of her boobs. She was tall. Black knee-high boots, with heels that were not particularly high brought her eyes level with mine.

She had clear, pale skin and long black hair. My Mandarin is pretty crap but with a little effort I was able to establish that she was 22 and from Shanghai. She’d been in Hong Kong for five days and was planning to stay a month to raise money so she could start a business back home.

This was the face of modern China I thought. It was an attractive face so I decided to stay and explore the body. It was slim and well proportioned. Firm full boobs, not over-large but a nice handful.

Her pussy was trimmed and tidy but not shaved. I have no preference on this, to me all pussy is good pussy. This one was tight and sweet. She didn’t work it like an experienced whore but she certainly knew how to enjoy herself and obviously didn’t feel the job was done until we had both achieved a satisfactory orgasm. She kept me on the brink until she was ready and we came in one almighty explosion.

“Goods?” she managed to ask between gasps of breath. Goods! I affirmed. Feeling pleased that I had found another great hooker. Now all I needed was to find out where Miki had moved to.

Miki is an absolute sweetie! Some Chinese working girls can be so businesslike that is feels a bit like going to the supermarket. They slide your bacon over the barcode reader, put it in the bag, take your money and done.

Not Miki. The first time I went to see her she was wearing black high heeled boots, black fishnet stockings, tiny black hot-pants and a tight black singlet with no bra underneath. She was also wearing a smile so bright that I swear, had the Hong Kong grid suddenly failed, no one would have noticed the lights go out.

She closed the door behind us and said “Where you from?” I told her and said “Good, you look like Ricky Martin” and with that she stabbed her finger at the ceiling wiggled her sweet little hips and went off, giggling, to run the shower. Now I don’t look even slightly like Ricky Martin but I figured she meant it as a compliment.

Miki works out of an apartment in a scruffy corner of downtown Hong Kong, she told me she was 20 years old and that she came from Shenzhen, which is the town directly opposite Hong Kong on the mainland China side.

“Ooh, too big” She said as she soaped me up and slithered against me in the shower.

“What’s too big?” I asked.
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.I hope you folks all have a good one and remember, peace and goodwill should be extended to all mankind for the whole year. And you can rest assured I will spend the coming year extending a peice of my good will to as much of womankind as I possibly can.

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Santa’s little helper here is Chinese and she has the most delicious shaved pussy. Click on the image to see it.

The peoples pussy takes a pee. Click the pic to see!

Back in the 1960s Chinese people were directed to devote themselves to the dictums of Mao Zedong in his famous little red book – a tome that allocated not so much as a single line to male-female relationships. For the Great Helmsman love was a bourgeois sentiment. Romantic literature was forbidden and lovelorn pop ballads were replaced with revolutionary operas.

But times have changed. According to Qiu Haitao, in his book China’s Sexual Cultural Revolution, attitudes toward sex in his country have swung from severe suppression to licentious lenience in the space of just four decades. The sleeping dragon has awakened … and it’s got a hard-on!

Evidence of this can be found in the arcade of sex shops collectively named “Shanghai Kaishimen Baojianpin Shichang” or the Shanghai Arch of Triumph Health Products Market which occupies an entire floor of a building, and whose shelves are filled with a huge variety of vibrators, latex love dolls, SM paraphernalia, colorful costumes, condoms, vivid videos and lubricant lotions.

But that is not all that is available. According to Qiu there are an estimated 7 million sex workers, a number roughly twice that of the People’s Liberation Army and public security forces combined.

Hooters Shanghai

College girls after quick buck sometimes work part time as hostesses engaging in karaoke, dinner and a spot of peoples nookie.

In the impoverished hinterland peichuang baomu, or beddable housemaids, are women in their 30s or 40s who are willing to move in with a man and do his laundry, cleaning and cooking by day, and provide sexual services by night.

Still others contribute to the nation’s foreign earnings by travelling to Hong Kong, Macau and Japan to hook for a month on tourist visas.

Incidently, Macau now has the world’s largest casino and gambling turnover in 2006 came US$6.95bn trumping the Vegas Strip’s US$6.5bn.

Since the Brits left Hong Kong has become even more of a cultural melting pot. Asia’s World City, as the government’s PR machine calls it, now boasts commercial pussy from all over Asia as well as Latin America and Eastern Europe. Never has the city been home to so many Suzie Wongs with such a wide range of complexions

The world’s highest swing has been unveiled on the TV tower in Harbin City way up in the northeast of China. If the cold air doesn’t take your breath away the sight of the town swooshing by 750 feet (228 metres) beneath your ass certainly will.

Believe me I know. Some years ago went up over Macau (also in China) in a micro-light (or was it an ultra-light) airplane. It was a bit like a large golf umbrella with a lawn mower motor and two seats. One for the pilot and one for me.

I’d been asked to take photos of the patch of mud and bulldozers that is now Macau airport. A chore that requires both hands … meaning that I had to place my trust entirely in the seat belt or cling to a piece of wire with my teeth.

After the 10 minute flight it took an hour of undivided attention from one of the charming employees at the Mona Lisa massage parlour to restore my equilibrium.

Macau is the Las Vegas of Asia. When you’ve done pouring your wad into Stanley Ho or Steve Wynn’s pockets you can throw yourself off the Macau Tower. Really!

At 760 feet (233 metres) this is the world’s highest bungy jump. Adding to the experience is the fact that your fall is only a few metres from the concrete side of the tower so you can see just how fast you are plummeting.

The fee entitles you to a certificate, a membership card and an exclusive t-shirt. Diapers are not included.

Our model today is Lily Koh she can leap on my bungy anytime. Click here or on the main pic for movies. Click here for photos