I used to stay in Geylang alot...
For the uninitiated, Geylang is the red light district of Singapore. Other than being famous for its wide variety of foods, its also famous for all the hookers lining up the streets.
My work has taken me to quite some places around the world... Last year I went to Europe twice, and this weekend, I will be going to Shanghai for a week. But the place I have been to the most overseas is Singapore (if you consider Singapore overseas that is)
Don't ask me why, and don't ask me how, but when I first joined, and first went to Singapore, my colleagues and I would always stay in the Geylang hotels. Partially because we sometimes had to drive down to Singapore at a moments notice and there weren't any hotels, partially because it was the most affordable and cheapest place to stay in Singapore... but mostly because my colleagues just loved having a quick fuck available outside your doorstep.
If I may indulge you....Geylang road itsels is long, and branches into almost 20 over alleys or 'lorong'... each dedicated to a different type of hooker... have your pick.. there's an alley for indian and bangladeshis (read FAT AND UGLY), theres an alley for Thais, Chinese and even an alley for transvestites (To each his own I guess). Interestingly enough, though they did look a bit 'frankenstein-nish', these ah kua's actually dressed better and looked sexier than many of the other hookers. Chinese hookers are the most flirtations and expensive, but useless in bed (couldn't give a good blowjob to save their life), Bangladeshis and Indians were the cheapest, but their best stunt is lying down and spreading their legs... rest is self service... plus you'd have to really dig old and fat women to enjoy yourself (but hey, to each his own again) while the Thais are considered reasonably priced and skilled in bed... best value for money. I can tell you all of this of course, not by experience (honest OK), but by the orientation tour given to me by my colleague in my first week there... haha...Before dinner, I was brought to tour around each alley, and after that we just lean against the wall, checking out the chicks and looking at hookers.
I didn't like hanging around looking like some Chinaman looking for a cheap fuck (which I think I did), but worst of all, we were hangin around at the indian alley. Being indians themselve, it was fine for them.. But man, I looked like a bloody china man looking for a fat indian aunty to screw... haha....
If you want an acid test in abstenence, come stay in Geylang. For the first few stays, I stayed clear of course. But after a while, and after prolonged deprevation of good supply of sex back home.. I was seriously starting to get horny.. Wanking off just didn't seem to cut it. I needed a long, slow and seductive blowjob... I needed fondling the soft and delicate breast of a full grown woman, and a hot & wet pussy to pound on till I reached ecstacy. 500 miles away from home, pocket full of cash, feeling horny and 500 women standing outside ready to do you bidding... what was I to do? Should have been a no brainer really..
But here's the thing.. I wont pretend I'm an angel, and I won't pretend I'm morally upright either. As much as I believe in God, as much as I believe in being loyal and truthfull to your partner, I am far from perfect. I think my biggest sin is lust.. I lust too much for things I should not and cannot have. I lust for the body of other women, constantly. I scheme and plot about how to convince my partner that we should become swinggers, I day dream about how hot it would be if my partner was bi-sexual so that we could do a threesome and I go online searching in vein for a fuck buddy for 'discreet adult fun'...... Yes, I'm messed up, I know.
But even I draw the line somewhere at some things. Up until that moment, the line was prostitutes. It felt so cheap to just pay for sex. Plus, sex should be for giving life, and leisure only. Paying for it made it almost a chore. But mostly, I didn't want to expose myself to STDs. Its one thing for me to have my fun on the side. Its a whole different thing if I brought home an STD to my unsuspecting partner. I knew that in a night, a prositutute would have at least 2 to 3 customers. Times that with the days in a year.. and you'll know how many cocks have preceeded you. Its one thing to want to de-flower a virgin.. watch enough star trek and even you would want to 'go where no man has gone before'... but getting it on with a woman who's pussy can be bought for less than a hundred dollars is just.. just.... just.... ugh....
I digress.
But you know, men do not have enough blood in their veins, or enough mental capacity to be both horny and logical at the same time. I took a shower, took my cash and walked out the door. My plan was simple. Buy a condom at seven eleven, look for the most beautiful hooker around (8 out of 10 were either fat or ugly), take her back to my room, get the deed done, and rid me of this sexed up state.
I bought the condom and walked around... I walked pass this road being crowded by these chinese hookers, and at one look, they were the most pleasing looking, nice smelling and sexy hookers I spotted the whole night.. I walked through, made brief eye contact with 2 of them.. and as I passed between them, they each started to grab my shoulder.. I could feel her breast rubbing on my arm. (Did I have the word "horny" posted on my face?) . and asked me to come for a massage. Every inch of my cock and body screamed for me to stop.. and go through with it. This is what I came out for! Didn't i just tell myself I needed a good fuck? This is your chance!
But I never stopped walking. I walked till she had to let go.. I shook my head left to right and never looked back. Something stopped me from going through with it. I walked and walked and finally ended pack in my room. Cold long shower it was then...... I instantly regretted not going through with it at the time. But I discovering something about myself... As much as I was horny, as much as I wanted to abandon all rational and reason, I could not. I could not stoop to that level of picking women off the streets for sex.
Sex is not just physical. Its also in the mind. You aren't just making love to a body, you are making love to a mind. Sex with your partner, your mistress or your fuck buddy involves two people coming together in one mind to mutually reach sexual ecstacy and leisure... You are both interested in each others body and in each others leisure. The hooker is interested in your money, and the customer is more interested in his own cock. That is anything but a turn on. How many porno flicks have you seen where the scene is a guy fucking a hooker? None right? Scenarios and innuendos of forbidden passion, office affairs, incest are all sexually stimulating to our mind. There is nothing arousing or even sexual about it coming up to a hooker and paying for sex. It may be sex, but its not sexual.
There were many more stays in Geylang, and though I did still occasionally feel the urge, I stopped entertaining the idea of going for hookers. Paying would have guaranteed me instant sex... but it would have diluted the pleasures derived from it. Maybe it sounds crude, but it would be like a watered down version your favourite drink. Though the possibility of finding a fuck buddy is next to nil, I'll take my chances.
So where does that leave us?
Well, you will have to trust that I really believe in all this idealistic mumbo jumbo... or i'm just trying to justify chickening out at the last moment when looking for a hooker! Haha.....
