Long time lurker here - first post, deciding to give back after having taken so much, mainly from the Marrakech discussion board (but conversely never having punted there)
So. Tangier. Tanja. Tingis. Interzone. What an endlessly fascinating place. I could write about it all day, touching upon the madness of Casabarata, the cuteness of Souani, the interrupted development of Malabata, or the opulence of 'Californie'.
But, you're here to read about punting. So, lets stick with that for now.
My first trip was back in the beginning of April this year, and I was overall quite disappointed with Tangier as a city. Whilst I was there, it was raining every day, overcast, grey, and slightly miserable. I had trouble seeing what the fuss was about. Did all the usual tourist stuff, and couldn't for the life of me figure out where all the action was at. Saw plenty of nice girls, and certainly enjoyed the racial mix of the North with its higher propensity of Latina/Hispanic looking girls and others who looked downright European. Walking around ogling them with a giant set of blue balls not knowing what to do. And then, on my last night, sitting on McDonald's terrace, 30 mins before closing time, there she was.
She had more of a 'Southern' look to her, those who know, will know what I mean. That golden brown skin, with jet black lustrous hair to her shoulders, and the trademark Moroccan hips and ass, accentuated with a grey pair of yoga pants and matched with a crop-top underneath a leather jacket.
We were the only two people on the terrace, and she wasn't even looking at me - disclosure; I am mixed-race; Indian father, white British mother, and thats generally enough for me to blend in to the Moroccan surroundings (until I open my mouth). She seemed like one of those typical girls whos obsessed with snapchat and her mobile phone, but I thought eff it, what do I got to lose?!
'Smahliya, tatkallam ingliziya?'
'La'
*Fuck*
'Err, francais?'
'Un peut'
(By now my heart is beating like a fucked clock)
'Ummm, what time does this place close?'
*God you are such a dickhead, what kind of a question...*
She puts the time into her phone and shows it to me
'Thank you' - 'Shukran'
(Still nervous and now with a burgeoning hard-on because I think she knows what the score is)
'Errr - how much?'
*Real smooth*
(Her face changes, her eyes light up and she straightens her back - shes about to get paid - life is beautiful)
So she takes the phone from me, and puts in 1,500. I take a look, and put in 1,000, to which she agrees to straight away. We walk the short distance back to my apartment in Malabata, being playfully harrassed by little kids selling roses who know whats about to go down.
Once inside the apartment, this bird is the sweetest thing ever. For a first ever punt (yes, first ever) I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Shes 21, has a kid, and lived in Mesnana, which is Tangier's version of Brixton (from 10 years ago) but I would put her overall rating at a solid 7. This includes the cutest, most submissive personality a guy with a 18 month dry spell could wish for. None of the horror stories you read about on the Marrakech discussion board.
I can't stop fondling her hips and ass, and she playfully withdraws with an 'ayyyiiii' complaining that my hands are cold. Yes darling thats because all the bloods gone to my dick. We start in missionary and its a 2 minute mile. Rest for a while, and then missionary again, this time much longer and fuck me this girl is really well and truly getting into it moaning gasping eyes rolling back woah get up and give me a BJ. Not the best BJ in the world, and definitely not considering when I cum in her mouth she pulls away after the first shot and I have to finish off over her tits. Que sera sera. We lie together for another hour, and I feel like a million dirhams. Initially I had asked her to stay until the morning but I decide at 05:00 to let her go, so I pay her, and send her on her way.
And so ended my first ever punt.
I recently went back to Tangier, randomly got in with a local guy who was walking me straight into all these underground clubs, and shagged two 8s, a 7, and a 6.5 - but, you wouldn't be interested in that now would you?
Would you? ;-)