1) The house across the street from the North Berkeley BART station. I met real Cal students working there part-time to make some extra cash. I met Dutch Sonja when she was young, fresh, and new, got to know her well enough to get her personal address and phone#, and we met many times at her apartment ("H" for Horny, LOL) and did unspeakable things at unspeakable prices (LOL).

2) Legendary "DVC". Can't remember her name, but the California Beach Babe known for her "Colgate smile" was my favorite. She worked on/off after the place closed but I don't think she's around anymore. Wouldn't want to see her now anyway as she must be in her 30s by now, LOL.

3) The apartment above the chiropractic office (Back In Action?) on MLK in Berkeley. Great 30 minutes for $160. Hot latina (Jennifer?) was my favorite. Good variety. Good price.

4) The house behind the Chinese restaurant on Solano Ave. in Berkeley.

Are there any such places around these days? I prefer white girls.

"[catlover is]...honest, and an asset to RB."
-ferdinand

I saw Victoria for a couple of "Tantra" FBSM sessions at the house behind the Chinese restaurant. Interesting location, with the windows open you could hear kitchen noises from across the way.

This goes way back, does anyone remember the house next to the small corner market at MLK and Derby?
I don't think they were there very long. There were a couple of white ladies and an asian woman working the place.
This was before everybody had cell phones and you made your second call from a pay phone outside the market. When I made the call from the pay phone, I was asked to pick up a "Tall beer" and bring it upstairs for one of the girls.
I handed the beer to one of the white girls, she gave me a couple of bucks. She said it was a slow night, so she was going to call it a day and relax with the brewski and to enjoy my time with her co-worker.

My appointment was with the asian woman, who asked me if I had been any where else for a massage?
I said, "Yeah, over at Alouette on University"
She replied, in a semi-joking manner, "So, you like to get massages from old ladies?"
I just laughed and we had a nice time.

The kicker here is that 3, maybe 4 years later, I wandered to Alouette one evening and this cheerful, chunky asian woman answers the door and invites me in. During the appointment I notice this tattoo on her upper arm and realize she's the same woman from the MLK house. It had been along time and she had put on about 15 to 20 lbs so I didn't recognize her. I doubt that she remembered me. If she did, she didn't let on.

I just chuckled to myself about how this woman once cracked jokes about the "old ladies" at Alouette!
I don't think bothered her at all, that she was now one of the "old ladies", she seemed very happy in her work.

A Beer

I first met the famous Amy (and a few others) at the house across from N. Berkeley BART. That place rawked--I still have their phone number memorized...

DVC...so many good times...met Leah168 there before she went by Leah...and Krista, the ever-lactating German girl with nipples the size of my thumbs...and...and...the list goes on...

The apartment on MLK...Jennifer...she was an 11 on a scale of 1-10...

The house on Solano behind the restaurant was close enough for me to walk...and I did more than once...ahh, Rebecca, where have you gone?

Also, to the memory from BayVet of the yellow house on MLK...that's where I first met Edrina...

There were some amazing women in those houses...pity they are all gone...

Had my firth 3-way there... nice coed types... wish I could go back there just once more!

"Wow, it's really warm in there..."

Hate to think about how much $$ I blew at that place....along with Nubians on Grand in Oakland...

BB22

Just when I think I'm out, they pull me back in!

I remember her, what ever happened to her? Is she still around? Lowest prices, best services, kink with a smile. I think of her every time I pass through the corner where she lived in Berkeley. Oh man she was the best.

The place on Geary between 3rd and 4th, next to Kragen (was Pep Boys at the time). Great times, 2-3 girls working there at a time. Made friends with a few, dated a few outside of work too.

The place in Japantown, in a huge apartment complex on Fillmore and like O'Farrell. Usually 2 girls working. I had some magnificent experiences there.

There was a house in Hayward, in a condo complex, way in the back of the complex. Usually 4-5 girls working.

There was a "Temple in the Trees" in Marin, way back up on Throckmorton, in the hills. Parking was challenging, rather, maneuvvering in and out of parking was challenging. They knew their tantra though.

There was a house on Taraval and 19th, but it closed or got busted while I was still mongering heavily. Lovely girls there. Fucked one who was an attorney (HAWT too!) and who later told me stories of fucking George Lucas for money (apparently he was a sweetheart, at least to her).

There was another house on like 20th and Irving, an apartment a few floors up, right next to an Irish pub. Spacious location, hardwood floors, hardwood everything, hardbody girls.

I remember a house out like Noriega and I wanna say 24th. Fucked a lovely Irish lass named Shannon. She said, "I'm named after an airport", and I said "Why, are you a good spot to land on?". Then I reminded her she was named after a RIVER, not an airport. I think I got BBFS out of that exchange, IIRC (I was young and stupid).

I remember one of the last places I went before I quit mongering, a warehouse in Oakland in a SHITTY neighborhood, but the warehouse had gated parking, and the lofty-space the girls worked in was nice. I met a music Ph.D student from Cal there who later went on to become a well-known Tantra teacher. She got MSOG out of me, somehow, something I rarely did even then. Dated her out of work afterwards too, which was fun.

We've already discussed GG in depth. There was another house out near Grand Ave in Oakland, had a marathon experience there.

And then there were the houses I found in other cities: Toronto and Nashville being the most memorable.

I used to love finding new houses, new girls. It was my primary means of exploring the Bay Area, or wherever I was.

You know, I wish I'd kept diaries. My mongering adventures would make an interesting book-- for distribution once the statute of limitations expires for all parties involved.