Apparently, MY LOVE exited the hotel about fifteen minutes before 6am. She walked a few feet to the corner and went into the coffee shop there. As she looked around, she saw what she was certain were “street walkers”, loitering on all four corners of the intersection. Their attire gave them away more than anything else, I suppose. The funniest part of the story was the moment MY LOVE exited the coffee shop – it was 6am and all four corners were suddenly empty, with the last girl stepping into a taxi and getting whisked away right as the hour struck. It had to have been a bizarre thing to see.
I believed her, but I couldn’t believe it. I had to see it for myself. We fooled around that day and went to bed at a decent hour, with the idea that we would both get up around 5am and go out to have a look at the “ladies of the evening”. We both fell asleep easily, but I was awake a little after 3am, and stepping out onto our balcony I couldn’t really see much happening in the street below. I had to get down there and have a look. The “crowd” noise was pretty intense that night, and yet I had to wake MY LOVE up after finding my clothes in the darkness, and getting ready to go out. My intention was to bring the camera with me and get a few shots for the blog, but I realized that was only asking for trouble, and kind of disrespectful to the ladies. According to MY LOVE, there’d been plenty of pimps visible the night/morning before, and I definitely didn’t want any part of that. She got out of bed, put on some clothes, and we walked hand in hand out into the night.
It wasn’t so obvious at first glance. Some of the girls you thought were hookers were really just scantily clad and out having a good time. The more you looked though, the more you saw that street-walker strut, and recognized those hooker clothes and heels. Soon it became a fun game for MY LOVE and I, to guess if an approaching female was a hooker or just another lady out on the town. As for the pimps… I hate to stereotype or sound racist, but this was the ONLY time I ever saw black men in Honolulu, and they dressed and acted the part, and could only be found where the ladies were. I would have assumed they were potential customers except they weren’t being approached. The passing tourists were…
We were told by a local, that the authorities look the other way when it comes to all of this, and that was clearly the case. These girls were not being discreet. They were obviously out to sell their bodies and the police were not hassling them in any way. In some areas, hired security stood in doorways, I assume, to make certain that hookers weren’t using the darkness to ply their trade. I found it fascinating. In Portland, Oregon, any time street-walkers show up in a neighborhood, the citizens go nuts trying to make them feel unwelcome. If you are a woman, and you walk down certain streets at night, alone, you’ll invariably get bothered by a police officer. They’ll ask you for your identification, and if you don’t have it they’ll assume you’re a hooker because this is one of the first things they do to a convicted prostitute: take away her identification. Prostitution is frowned upon heavily because it carries a very real stigma with it that involves disease and drug addiction. This did not seem to be the case at all in Honolulu. These ladies were young – probably late teens to early twenties – and they all looked healthy. MY LOVE recognized one of them working out at the gym the last day she went there. Not many street-walkers are about physical fitness, or can afford a gym membership for that matter. Between the pimp and the usual addictions, they don’t have much money, or exert much effort on physical, mental or emotional health. So this seemed to be an exceptional situation.
Now, in Oregon, a street-walker isn’t going to get a whole lot of money. What she is going to give, are a whole lot of twenty-dollar blowjobs, in cars. I had to know how this worked in Honolulu. How much were these ladies charging, and where were they going to do their business? I assumed that the area hotels probably frowned upon bringing these kinds of “guests” in, but then again, the cops didn’t seem to care so why should hotel staff? I envisioned area rooms for rent or dark alleyways that regularly got used. MY LOVE was sweet and bold enough to suggest that I take some money, and a condom, and go find out firsthand. I thought it an amazing and sincere gesture, and I’ll admit that the idea had me quite aroused. When I went out on our final night there, with the hopes of finding a little marijuana, I also went around eyeing the women like I was in the market to rent. It was fun. After a few futile attempts at finding any men that would sell me some weed, I approached a very beautiful girl that was standing in front of a clothes store. She smiled at me as I walked up to her, and I was certain she was a “working girl” the moment we spoke. She admitted that she could get me some marijuana, if she wasn’t busy at the moment, then looked me dead in the eye and said, “I can sell you some pussy though.” I sort of chuckled, and asked her how much that would be.
When she responded, “$250” I actually laughed in her face.
“No wonder I see you all walking back and forth up the street, all night long!” I said. She immediately stammered that she could “work with me” and bring the price down to about $120. I said “No thanks” and walked away shaking my head. I couldn’t imagine taking up any more of her “valuable” time by asking her where this $120 worth of pussy was going to be given to me. She probably would have shocked me with another crazy answer, but I’d had enough. Curiosity satisfied, I returned to our hotel room and fucked MY LOVE while thinking about renting one of the many hookers we’d seen.
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Honolulu was quite a bit different from Maui. There was a nightlife, it was full of tourists, and the heat was quite unbearable. We thought it was hot when we began our Hawaiin vacation, but once we reached the “big city” I think the humidity must have doubled. That’s how it felt anyways.
The heat was exhausting. It drained us of our energy and desire to do anything except sit still and stay cool. Thus, we spent a lot of time in our hotel room. When we did go out, it was for brief periods of time, and we got smart real quick and started napping during the worst parts of the day and going out later in the evening. Not that it made much of a difference in temperature or humidity levels. Once the sun went down the wind seemed to stop, so all the heat just sat there waiting for the next morning to arrive. We got the occasional sprinkling of rain but it was just enough to remind you of how friggin’ hot it was.
Because of this heat, we spent almost one entire day in our room, watching movies. I think we both went to the gym that day, and we might have gone out that night to get something to eat, but that’s about it. Some vacation! And yet, the idea of doing anything else was just too much. Truth be told, we were lethargic the last three days of our trip, and just couldn’t seem to get used to the heat and humidity. I only made it to the gym the one day, and then my stomach started to give me problems, so I spent more time sleeping and just hanging out. MY LOVE managed to make it to the gym three of the four days, but she was pretty used up afterwards. We didn’t have nearly as much sex as I thought we would.
We both agree that being gone for more than a week is pushing it for the both of us. By the end of that seventh day we just want to go home. It’s not that we’re “not having fun” so much as we are not “comfortable”. MY LOVE was tortured by the sounds of the city below us, while we were in the Aqua Waikiki Pearl. Every morning it sounded like a dozen trucks came down our street and picked up the garbage, and because this was pretty much the busiest area of the city, there were people yelling and living it up in the streets below until 3 or 4am. We kept our air-conditioning unit going the whole time, and it did drown out quite a bit of the sound, but for once it was MY LOVE who had difficulty with intrusive noises, and not me. My discomfort came from the fact that at any given moment it was usually brutally hot outside and unbearably cold inside. I couldn’t get comfortable, and that’s one of the biggest reasons why I didn’t blog the four days we were there. I couldn’t stand sitting at the computer and freezing my ass off!
We are happy to be home, of course, but we are headed to California in a few days, and we will be traveling for almost two weeks. Once again we will face the challenge of finding a place to stay that is clean, quiet, affordable and convenient. Keeping our fingers crossed….
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Greetings!
We made it home very late last night – nearly 4am – and have spent the day just getting ourselves back on track. Unpacking, buying groceries, going through a mound of mail, and all that good stuff. I’ll get back to telling you about our last few days in Hawaii shortly, but for now it’s time to relax and enjoy dinner and a movie with MY LOVE.
Tomorrow I will begin where I left off, and there will be more pictures to enjoy. Usually, when I don’t blog while we’re on a trip it means that we’re busy, which means there’s something to write about. This trip was no exception. So, tune in tomorrow and see the rest of the story…
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We have landed safely in Honolulu, Oahu. We will be staying at the Aqua Waikiki Pearl for the next four days. It is a lovely room - certainly miles above the "condo" we just left - and one hell of a huge and busy city! We are at a hotel that is only a block away from Waikiki beach, but we do not have the ocean view. Here's what we get to see out our window:
No complaints. We'll just have to get out more often, which is going to be much more fun here. There are nightclubs we want to go try, adult establishments we want to explore, and from the looks of it, fucking out on our balcony is going to be quite an experience. Just have to see what kind of mood we're in and what we can get away with.
Talk to you again tomorrow. More pictures and more updates!
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We will be boarding a plane in a few short hours, that will take us over to Oahu, where we will be staying the remainder of our trip. That means we have to pack everything up, return the car we rented yesterday, catch the shuttle to the airport, take a thirty-minute flight over the water, claim our bags, catch another shuttle to our hotel, unpack and get settled again. We're there for four days, so I'll probably make myself a bit more "at home".
I've decided not to enumerate the "problems" I have with the place we are currently staying in. I'll just say that calling it a condominium is probably a stretch and that, once again, MY LOVE and I have been severely underwhelmed. I'm beginning to think we really ARE slobs, but if that's the case then the world needs a few more. This is just lame and unacceptable...
Yesterday we rented a car and drove twenty miles to Lahaina. The main purpose was shopping, but we just wound up doing a lot of walking around and looking. If you weren't interested in jewelry, swimwear or items made of wood you were in the wrong place. And we're talking block after block of the same thing. There were a few unique shops, as well as the typical seaside art galleries and food places, but nothing that caught our interest. MY LOVE purchased a nice, white summer dress - something we've been looking for, for months - and that's absolutely it. We returned to our "condo" long enough to relax a bit and unwind, and then we drove back to Lahaina to meet with Emme and Bob, our MauiKink friends, to have a picnic. We sat under a cabana and chatted while Bob barbecued for us. The conversation was wonderful. We were outside, with nobody around for miles, so we could say exactly what we wanted without lowering our voices or censoring ourselves. So, yeah, we talked about sex and stuff like that. It's been fantastic, after all this time of corresponding through e-mails, to finally sit and talk with both of them. They invited us to Hawaii, helped us get here, and fed us. What magnificent hosts! - THANK YOU BOTH FOR A WONDERFUL TIME, IT WAS GOOD TO MEET YOU!
Last night, by the time MY LOVE and I got back to the "condo", we were tired. It was probably 11pm, but thankfully we didn't have to get up early today to catch the shuttle. It won't come until almost noon. We both got naked and quickly made our way to the bedroom, which is the only place in the "condo" that is actually cool. MY LOVE wanted to use the Hitachi and I was more than happy to face fuck her while she enjoyed it. As always, I took my time and really tried to make it feel like a forced situation to her. Paying close attention, I let the amount of time she was choking on my cock stretch out, longer and longer. The most difficult part for her is probably trying to get sufficient air, followed by worries about choking and vomiting. Any man raping a woman's mouth would not pause to let her catch a breath - so that's what I'm after in these moments. When MY LOVE gets highly aroused, or she feels challenged, she can manage some amazing oral feats!
I face fucked her, and shot an enormous load in her mouth. After the moaning and convulsing were over I lay down, and MY LOVE put her cheek against my cock. Resting her weight on it sends lovely sensations throughout my body, so this is something she regularly does now. Last night, the pressure kept me aroused, so much so that I began to suggest that Bob and Emme had slipped something into the food that was keeping me hard. As minutes passed and the cock did not go down one bit, it was clear MY LOVE was not going to let it subside by simply leaving it alone. The LITTLE CUNT loves a challenge, and so her mouth went to work once more. Fifteen or twenty minutes later I was dropping another load in her mouth. And still the thing would not un-stiffen...
MY SLUT is not so tenacious that she tried for a third orgasm. (Thank You!) We just got ready for bed and the cock eventually relaxed and went back to it's normal state. Whew! I thought we'd broken the thing and I was going to have to walk around with a hard-on forever, but that didn't seem like such a bad injury to have to explain. I should be so lucky...
Talk to you later!
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