Geylang, Our Hollywood

[option69]

your story on pingping penetrate the depth of the emotion of ladies working in the flesh trade. i especially like your insight into PP definition of love and intimacy for one who is in the flesh trade. it is touching...

please continue...

[Bigbadken]

Originally Posted by euks

Thanks,
I didn;t know as I am only O'level that almost flunk my english.
I have alot of problems with spelling and grammer and expressing what I want to say into proper easy to read sentence structure.
So I thought the audience are finding it a pain to read my stories

Dun be modest TS. I can see tat ur command of english is good.

Also dun be too overly concern with ur grammer or spelling. I believe samsters here n me alike are more interested in your content n experiences in geylang.

Ur posts had been v insightful n engaging. You have an audience in me here. Carry on writing pls. Good luck!

[euks]

I wondered what life is Pingping leading now... and what did chilli padi's husband go through to get marry one of geylang's biggest KC Queen. I thought about QingQing... a girl who claim she is pregnant with my child and got send back home..... Ah Fon and Ling.. where we both had a memorable beyond the norm good spirited Geylang Hollywood adventure. Then I thought about the numerous singapore girls I had relationship with...and if I am too biased againts singapore girls.... maybe it is still possible to have a real relationship with one? Pearly the high maintainence girl...Chrissy the.....

"Today a customer want to give me $300.00 to have sex with him no condom", my Teerak said in a very monotonousness tone.

I jerk myself back to my senses.

ME: and?

Teerak: I tell him go find 69.

Me: Oh? You don't want him?

Teerak: This Friday my mense come. Off day. I go your home cook for you?

Me: ...... ah... ok... Really? (Still in thoughts about the previous topic)

Teerak: yes... your mama will like me? I scared...

Me: I like you.... so mama will like you....You got other customer no condom with you? I tried to switch the topic back.

Teerak: Darling. I love you. So I must take care of myself for you. I know you don't believe me. I understand. But I will still take care of myself for you. When I not working here, I can love you 100 percent ok?

We made slow passionate love that night. Nothing spectacular. Just feeling each other with all our senses under the bed sheet.
The room was total darkness.. it allows our imagination to flow....
My mind jumped between images of the woman I had sex with while my body enjoy the very delicate sensation given by my teerak's tongue and touches.
Her vaginal remain wet and warmth for the longest time without efforts from me... we just move our hips in sync as we flow from one position to another..... and finally after an hour or 2 I ejaculated into her very naturally. There was no grasping for air nor muscle tightening or any other usual symptoms we usually feel before we cum. A huge load of cum just keep flowing out of me into her body and we probably fell alsleep almost immediately while I was just inside her.
When we woke up... dried up cum was around her pussy and inner thighs. It was hard waking up. I didn't feel rested at all although I fell into a deep sleep.
I left the whorehouse in a strangely surreal state. I feel tired but also very satisfied.
Work will have to wait today. I am going home to sleep.

[euks]

It was at this point that I began this thread to pen my stories down. (Read first post) That was nine months ago.

I skipped work that day and end up feeling all melancholy at home. 13 years of chionging, more than a thousand woman, most of them paid sex, a few dozens of one night stand and numerous memorable committed and uncommitted relationship and this is where I am. What a joke.

I sat down and thought about present world. A world full of contradiction and pretense. A world govern by capitalism but our views of relationship , moral values and culture are still rooted to oldern times. Money is the real king and you can buy a life with it but selling your body for money is morally wrong.

Girls use their charm and feminine wilds in business setting to get an edge or you can woo them over with gifts or a lift style which is really just another form of currency.

I respect prostitute in someway because this form of transaction is actually one of the purest form of transaction. No pretense nor schemes. You want money, I want sex. Done.

But human nature is simply so wacky that if god is the engineer of a human body and soul, it makes you want to kick him in the balls.

We crave for drama, or rather a sense of feeling alife. Whether we are mother Teresa or Yui Aida the biggest porn star or Tom the mail man, our emotional needs guide us or rules us. We need to continuously feed our body with emotions of all kind or emptiness will consume us. We think we are logical creatures but we are not. We use logics to further feed our body an endless stream of emotions .. each time stronger than the last we experience.

God gave us a car where you can steer it, but it can also steer himself whenever it feels like it. Without instruction manual.

Which is why humans came up with all kinds of wacky ideas to govern ourselves to create order. Religion, fear, moral values and law are what governs us in the past. Capitalism.. Money is what really govern everything now but we pretend it is not as it is just a sad cruel truth.

!@#!%$!%! god... I mumbled to myself and lit another cig after I down a glass of gordon bleu.

Flipping through all my private collection of old flames.. reminiscing.

Pearly such a hot girl.... with features that beat most models you see in magazine. Cute Vampire teeth... forever flushing pink cheeks...such kissable lips... and when I finally got to bed her... beautiful even naked.
I open the private video we made while we went to Banjaya Hotspring resort and Banyan Tree Phuket and thought about how I scheme my way into her pants and then dump this trophy GF because she if forever demanding my time and constraining my freedom.

Chrissy? We were great friends. Natural hairless pussy... so so rare... but always have to make her cum from doggy... sometimes twice a day. She is a taker.. not a giver but she think otherwise. Accepted that I am a flirtatious player but still willing to be together with me. Someone I could had married.... but I just couldn't convince myself I loved her.

PingPing? Marrying a pro? Why not. I wouldn't mind. How would things turn out?

Verlyn? 12 years older than me... but matches me in every other way. We were in love... we are soul mates... maybe i should think about it again....


Lek... my Tirak....my current love. I have to make a decision on this one...

[gambit76]

Nice stories. Please continue.

[callmebad]

very colorful Geylang life
never encounter this before
that's why I'm no longer so addicted to Geylang

[maxman]

Originally Posted by euks

A pro will never truely love you while still in the trade and probably can never will
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Where disneyland or teens magazine taught us that love is unconditional and eternal, PingPing show me that love is simply an disillusioned state of heighten sense of well being and is another form of transaction between human.

For PingPing, the need for "love" is no different from the need for food or water where we use currency to acquire it.
The difference is there is no factory that can manufacture love for purchase like food or water. Supplier of love are from common people like us and it doesn't come in definate quality, quantity, consistency nor shape and size. It is ever changing, and therefore the transaction is ever changing as well.

Ping Ping "Today I feel like having good japanese food, and I just got my salary and is having a off day. So I am willing to spend 90mins on traveling and 120 dollars on the food. Tomorrow I am busy, in a bad mood, but still rich. I am thus only willing to spend 5mins on travelling, 120dollars on food, but due to time constraint, I went to a nearby restaurant and end up spending 200 dollars on food which I didn't enjoy either due to my bad mood or the food is simply lousy." She stared at me and observed my reaction.

Me: ahh... (In deep thoughts) (Silence....) So.. in a way.. it is no different from feeling hungry?

PingPing: *smile* When you are feeling empty or lonely, you seek love and companionship just like when you seek food when you are hungry.
I like you, I really do and sometimes I feel "love" when we are intimate. Sometimes I wish we get to see each other more when I feel lonely or I have a bad day. But my views about love is very different from you. I am in the flesh trade, where I open up my body and become totally vulnerable in exchange for money. A woman emotional defence, spiritual, sense of ownership and belonging is at its most vulnerable state when we dun have our clothes to protect us. When we are being penetrated, we need to block our emotions or we end up losing ourselves from one man to another. It is a very scary and dark world when we do not know who belongs to me and who do I belong to. It is the same as not knowing where and how to get food and water for the next 3 days."

(She Paused)

Ping ping stare at me with eyes that seems to be trying to look into my soul.

PingPing "So when I tell you I love you, and wish you are mine, I do mean it but in my own terms which is very different from yours. I wish you belong to me sometimes, I let you do me raw and cum inside me because it makes me feel I belong to you. But that is also for my own sense of belonging. That I belong to someone but only for that moment, because I am in the flesh trade. You understand?

Me: I understand....

We made love that day, lost in time for hours in which she refuse to calculate how much I needed to give her OKT but assure me she will settle it.

I continue to visit her frequently for many years whenever I needed quality sex and pay for it. From time to time, she will sms me and we will meet at a nearby hotel and have sex the way she want it. Occasionally, we have a date for a meal or movie either as friend or lover depending on her mood that day.
We went to a concert once as a couple in which she either bought or got the tickets from someone. I visited her hometown once in which I pose as her singaporean boyfriend to wrap up her stories she tell back home.
And then she gave me a wallet one day, and retire and disappear from our Geylang Hollywood.
Nothing was said but everything is communicated from that wallet......an item that hold currency but also personal and of sentimental value.

Ping Ping... the teacher....

This post is philosophically beautiful and definitely truthful. Very good. This thread has been very good. What does "tirak" mean?

[maxman]

Originally Posted by euks

Thanks,
I didn;t know as I am only O'level that almost flunk my english.
I have alot of problems with spelling and grammer and expressing what I want to say into proper easy to read sentence structure.
So I thought the audience are finding it a pain to read my stories

Apart from the minor language mistakes, the content and description hold attention. It also invokes a reflective mood to some I'm sure.

[euks]

thanks. Tirak/Teerak (some spell them differently) is what thaigirls call their lover/bf. I do not know their direct translation actually.
In sammyboy, Tirakship actually mean having a relationship with a thai whore

Originally Posted by maxman

This post is philosophically beautiful and definitely truthful. Very good. This thread has been very good. What does "tirak" mean?

[junkie2807]

I think it means "my love" or "darling".

[Kalv]

Originally Posted by euks

..Tirak/Teerak .. lover/bf. I do not know their direct translation actually... Tirakship .. mean having a relationship with a thai whore

Good thread/posts - very interesting. Not recommended to have a relationship with a WL - many problems. Post for info: http://sammyboy.online/showpos...&postcount=388
Will Upz U when regain power. Wishing all a nice weekend. Cheers.

[ZenneZ]

Am curious about Chilli Padi. I think i know who she is

[euks]

Lek... my Tirak....my current love. I have to make a decision on this one...
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It took me several more glasses of Hennessy to get the state I want. I open up my Cuban cigar and fire it up. I enjoy Cuban Cigars alot, but they are a hassle , expensive and hard to acquire. A single puff, bring me to a floaty state and I then begin my mental battle of fighting for concentration.
Less than a min of that process, I felt myself drop down into my dark inner conscious. A state I am familiar with.
This is where all truth sleep. Unclouded from our corrupted mind.
Since young, I had always known we must always know what our emotions really want. Recognize ourselves so that we do not end up walking a journey and end up at the wrong side of the world.
Let your heart guide you... and let your mind guide your heart to where you want... I always tell myself.

My senses sharpen to a heighten state while I recall the many memories Lek and I shared while my heart dissect the emotions drawn from my memories.

I reached a conclusion. It is clear how I truely felt for her........

Its time to break up with her.

I open my eyes and felt the rare burning sensation around my eyes and nose. It was indeed a heart felt memorable Tirakship adventure with Lek. We are in love... but only on an emotional lvl where half of my emotions stem from the wrong source. We also did not fall in love in the spiritual and mental level and my heart yearns for connection on all three level. Part of how I felt from lek also stem from the emotional void created while I was with my trophy GF. My heart was craving for an emotional ride with someone and pearly couldn't provide that and Lek or rather the Hollywood environment of Geylang did.

[euks]

I still refuse to recognize this as a truth but my heart also told me I was finding a reason to break up with pearly to have a relationship with a geylang work girl as it would be symbolic towards how I felt a professional Singaporean girl is no different to a Geylang pro. I manage to stifle a giggle as I thought of how sammyboy would most probably comment when he see this.

Geylang Hollywood, If you watched enough movies, you be staring in one... .. its time to pass the limelight to a Singaporean Co Star... Pearly

[euks]

Pearly, The Yuppie Singaporean Prostitute in a business suit (part 1)
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Pearly is a typical Singaporen where most of us Singaporean man would label her a fine successful beautiful singapore lady and talk about our sex fantasy on her in sammyboy forum "Adult discussion about sex"
She is a top luxury car sales woman earning 10 to 20k salary per month after she graduated with average grades from our singapore university. Confident, charming, high class and most man will find it intimidating to approach her unless you are her customer.
She zoom around in a Mini Cooper wearing her fashionable $600 sun glasses and spend $3 to 5k a month in spa and hair salon.
163cm tall with B cup breast. Baby smooth from head to bottom including her armpitt and pussy which is the result of 16k laser treatment, you will find her chilling at the latest "in" clubs wearing fashionable branded clothes.
From many angles, her hazel shape eyes and flushing pink high cheeks resemble Liu Yi fei and it is a joy to hold an intellectual conversation with her .... at least for the 1st month.
She see herself as a simple good natured girl, that is CURSED with extraordinary good looks and doesn't understand why is it so hard for her to find a good man to go out with. Afterall, she isn't picky, nor is she superficial to want a man with equally good looks and financial status...she just want a man she love and love her....or so she thinks.......