Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

Niya Yu is not a Hong Kong MILF, she is an internet porn star but she is still looking great

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The thing about Hong Kong’s 141 girls is that you never really know what you are going to get. The faces on the website pictures are invariably pixelated out and you’ve no way of knowing, until you get there, if the photo shows someone who was five years younger than she is now.

This doesn’t worry me too much. I can appreciate a woman in her late thirties just as easily one in her late teens or early twenties, and for the most part I quite enjoy the surprise. Of course there are times when you just have to say “Oops I’m sorry, I think I pressed the wrong bell.”

A good many of the younger ones work for short periods to raise some fast cash then get out the business. A lot come in from mainland China on 4-week visitors permits. The older ones are almost always from the mainland and are career hookers.

Personally I like to seek out local Hong Kong girls because if I find one that I like there a decent chance I’ll be able to find her when I next pass through. Even if she’s no longer working the 141s there is always a possibility she’ll be willing to give me her mobile number.

But Hong Kong MILFs are a rare thing indeed. My favourite is still a year or two shy of thirty so to my mind doesn’t qualify for milfhood yet.
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A fifty five-year-old Scottish man was, according to Friday’s South China Morning Post, found in a public park in Ho Man Tin wearing a mini skirt, silk stockings, high heels and make-up. He was also padlocked and chained to a park bench. “A friend did it for fun.” he said as he was arrested for not being able to show any ID. He was later released.
It was the only interesting story in the main part of the paper but the sports section reminded me of why I was here; the annual Hong Kong Rugby Sevens. With that in mind the only question left, with regards to the Scotsman was; What the hell was he doing in Ho Man Tin? That’s miles from the stadium.

The fact that he was dressed as an East European hooker was not in the least surprising. Some cities have carnivals or Mardi Gras, Hong Kong has ‘The Sevens’.

The fun kicks of on Friday when big teams, such as the mighty All Blacks, marmalise the little teams such as Taiwan (50-5 … in less than 15 minutes). By Sunday a pecking order will have been established, big teams will play big teams and both men and women will be dressed as East European hookers, nurses, French maids, American politicians, Osama bin Ladens, pink panthers and Bananas.

They will be drinking beer and partying like the world is going to end. Before them large muscular men in tight shirts and shorts will be throwing each other in the mud, squabbling over a ball.

In the evenings the bars in the Filthy Acre will be overflowing.

New Zealand beat South Africa 26-12 in the final.

Read Also: Wanchai (aka Filthy Acre)
Read also: Getting fucked in Wanchai
Read also: Sevens Heaven

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Kung Hei Fat Choi is Cantonese for Happy and Prosperous New Year but that language is only spoken in Hong Kong. I can’t remember the Mandarin pronunciation but the characters will be the same.

Today is the first day of the year of the rat, and the beginning of a new 12-year lunar cycle in Chinese astrology. If you were born in 1924, 1936, 1948, 1960, 1972, or 1984 you are a rat. If you were born in 1996 you are also a rat and if you don’t leave this page now you will go blind. Come back in six years when you are a man.

Our model wasn’t born in the year of the rat but she was born in Hong Kong. She has a most edible shaved pussy and for two pins I’d be up there like a rat up a drainpipe.

People born in the Year of the Rat are most compatible with people from the years of Dragon, Monkey and Ox.

Hot Rats
Cameron Diaz, Charlotte Bronte, Daryl Hannah, Gwyneth Paltrow, Lauren Bacall, Mata Hari

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It’s been bloody cold in Hong Kong these last few days. I do not like the cold. The old todger shrivels up and my bollocks get like a walnut. Hong Kong buildings aren’t designed to cope with this (it only happens for a couple of weeks a year) so it in invariably just as cold indoors as it is out.

On evenings like this most folks stay home with a bottle of something nice and a movie. But I’ve never been very good at that lark, TV and movies hold little fascination for me. The whereabouts of little Miki does intrigue me though and since I was in that area of town I decided to continue my search.

It was about seven o’clock and there were a lot of people hurrying home from work. Presumably it’s a busy time for professional ladies too, with guys stopping in for a quick one before scurrying home to wife and kids. Suffice to say the first few places I tried I didn’t even get an answer.

The last door I tried was on an open passage way on the third or fourth floor. The main road was below and across it and level with me was a modern keep fit centre with an army of lean sweaty bodies pounding the treadmills in the wall sized windows.
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I was sorry to discover that the the Red Lips bar in Kowloon is, like the staff it became famous for, now in it’s twilight years. I was chatting with the mama-san the other evening. She told me that she had worked there for fifteen years and that in three more years, when the bar closes down, she would retire.

I almost choked on my beer. The Red Lips is almost certainly the oldest bar in Hong Kong and, whilst it may be true that I hadn’t been there myself for donkey’s years, I was sad indeed to hear of it’s impending closure. I have some very fond memories of the place.

The bar’s beginnings are uncertain. The story that most people like to believe is that it started life as a taxi-dance bar sometime before the Japanese invasion of 1941. Another theory is that it was started by an American serviceman, at the end of the Korean war, to give retired ladies of the night jobs as hostesses.

One thing is for certain, when I first went there in the mid-eighties the girls had all been around for at least that long. But they were excellent hostesses and they had no shame in telling you what services they could offer if only … I don’t know if any customers did engage in sexual shenanigans, I wouldn’t be surprised. For my part I was still too young and hadn’t discovered the pleasures of the MILF. Though perhaps they did help to turn my head.
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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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