Soi Six on a wet Sunday afternoon
soi six was quiet yesterday, sunday, and i had made it almost to beach road before a tiny little thing grabbed my arm and, in the cutest australian accent, asked me to come buy her a drink. black dress, good english, and (as my hand strategically squeezed her waist and belly discovered) no obvious sign of baby history. ok, good enough for one drink. once inside the bar i was brought my beer and then my new friend promptly straddled me, settling in like she was right at home. the ten-minute pre-bonking interview revealed she had spent three years in aussie land, as the girlfriend (or mistress) of a guy who had found her in a bar, and decided to take her back home. he had since returned her to thailand, much to her dismay, and so here she was, pulling in falangs on soi six with her excellent linguistic charms and slim figure. i liked her, so up we went to the usual dismal soi six digs, albeit with a welcome bonus of an en suite shower.
we cleaned up, and then she served me the appetizer: a vigorous blow job, which also had the unfortunate side-effect of removing some skin from my dick via her back teeth. she should have had her teeth done while she was in australia, i thought. so, i pulled her up to check out the main dish. her pussy was delightfully shaved, but once my foreplaying fingers went inside it was like dr who's tardis: small on the outside but huge on the inside. i'm no gynecologist, but i do play one on tv. something obviously happened here a while ago, and, with a condom on, i suspected no friction was going to occur between pussy wall and my sheathed dick.
even so, we gave it a shot, and the expected result was, well, to be expected. limpness. which was a shame, because my planned dessert for this meal was to be her tight little ass, which the pre-bonking interview had indicated was a speciality of the house. now, if i was in a restaurant i would have sent this pussy back, and ordered another one. oh, well.
to save her cute little thai face i took the full blame, stressing that my lack of 'power' was because i was tired, and not because her vagina could easily house a small isaan family of four. she returned to her skin-scraping smoke (blow job) , but for only for a few minutes, before i finally said, 'i'm happy, we're done, kap'. i sniff-kissed her little brown forehead, so as to show her that, even though i had no hard dick, i also had no hard feelings about it. there followed the usual 'are you happy? did i do a good job? why you not come? ' audio customer service survey, to which i gave the acceptable answers of 'yes i am happy / yes, you did great / no, i did not come because i could not feel your - i mean - because i have no power' answers.
i left her with regretful pat on that little ass, and a lie that i would return, as well as with a small tip for a spirited effort. she was a nice girl, and would have been perfect for me if her throat had been as big as her pussy, and her pussy as tiny as her mouth. luckily, this is a town with a million restaurants, so it was time to move on.
It's never a bad day when you are in Pattaya
[QUOTE=Kumbu;1444118]Ah GD, you have managed to capture the true essence of so many monger encounters in LOS. But I wonder, this is your second strike out. Have you had any good sex since arriving? But no matter, keep 'them coming. I live vicariously through your reports, eagerly counting the days to my return.[/QUOTE]Yes, I do OK in Pattaya, Kumbu, but as you can probably tell from my writing style I'm more into the fun of the Pattaya encounter than just logging in for bragging rights. It seems to me that if you can't get good sex in Pattaya then something is seriously up with your life. Personally, though, I enjoy learning from "reality encounter" FRs than I do from "body count" FRs, so that's what I usually generate.
However, to bring the universe back into balance I will soon post some Gunga-Got-Laid FRs in addition to my bemused strike-out moments.
Cheers,
- Gunga