2000-2004 Photo Gallery

[Kojack]

Her name's Kae 20 y.o , fond her at Nana parking lot after 2am.
She asked for 2,000 Baht LT but after 1 minute she discount to 1,000 baht.

Realy cute, She did everything I asked...
Sorry, no exposing pic's...I was to "busy" to hold the cam at that moment...

[Kojack]

Duniawala,

She's available - 100% and I "got her permission" after I found out that she's in connections with other 10 guys in the same time ( same many other girls on the net ) .many times she sent me by mistake other guys messages .
She's living at Rayong province, not far from Pattaya.

And about Tsunami pic's - It's the right forum man, we love Thailand at good and bad... so show us what u got.

[Duniawala]

Hoya Boy, have pictures of the tsunami, but I am not sure if this is the right forum to post it. There are quite a few on Yahoo, NY times etc.

Kojack, are you saying that this girl is available or you just turned around and put up the pictures without her permission. No offense but just wanted a clearer picture.

[Olio Ho]

A waitress from one of the go-go`s in Pattaya.

Really good attitude and service,she was giving 110% as she wanted to be my gf. But that was really far from my plan......

[Olio Ho]

A night with the mamasan and two of her ladys.

Really fun

Sry about the quality

[Kens14]

Kojack,

that's quality mate - really made me laugh. Not so much the quality of the girl, but the style of delivery. Guess you got 'one more friend' in Thailand!

Thank you sir.

[Seva Lurker]

Hoya Boy,

I think there is a link to pictures of some of the devastation in the Phuket board. If you're really concerned, I'm sure a Web search will do better than anything.

As to old stomping grounds, I'd go to the Phuket board and ask someone if they know the status.

Sorry, don't usually post on boards where I don't physically visit. Though I am an old(er) Southeast Asia War Game participant. Spent a year up country at Ubon and another 18 months at Utapao. So I pop in to at least see the girls.

[Kojack]

I began to chat with this girl from the net :

http://www.face-pic.com/apple1980

After 1 week she agree to show me what she have...enjoy...

[Hoya Boy]

Does anyone have pictures of the tidal wave in Phuket

I want to know if my old stomping grounds still exists

[PosterLion]

guys... i really like that intro, guys... (note to sa, be flattered, i am copying you). so where was i? oh yeah.

guys,

last night was a little bit unusual, no special reason really, just a normal day. i’ve come to expect the unexpected. does this sound boring? maybe so. i often wonder just how i can not be bored when my life has come to the point that the unexpected is to be expected. on the other hand, i consider this to be of great fortune, because i am not bored with what is in fact somehow boring.

as an example i will start this story near the end, which is of course within the bounds of a good and literary style.

we were sitting on the bed shortly after what i considered to be mind blowing sex, when she asked me, “what are you going to do today?”

“shit, i don’t know. we’re supposed to go to mbk and buy you a phone so i can call you sometime. not often. maybe once a week or so, but i’m pretty sure that you’ll sell it and drink the money away so maybe i’ll just take you out and get you drunk instead.”

she smiled. i think she wanted to laugh but instead she took my hand and rolled over into the spooning position and casually suggested that we should sleep. that was fine with me because i actually do like it when a girl has nothing better to do than ask me to have a nap with her. guys... (copying sa again), if a girl has nothing better to do than ask you to take a nap with her it means she likes you, if only a little bit.

i never did fall asleep. instead, i lied on the bed watching her sleep wondering about my answer to her question, “what are you going to do today?”

on a normal day i wake up, sometimes hung over, sometimes not, but i do tend to think about an orgasm shortly after i’ve made my first cup of coffee and smoked my first cigarette. that said, and the dick is no longer popping its head up, i light another cigarette as the stiffness recedes into the limp and that is when i check my emails, light another cigarette, and ask myself what am i going to do. pretty fucking amazing, don’t you think?

what the hell am i going to do today? i never really have a fucking clue. each day comes and goes and i eventually end up doing something, just like today. hmmm... today i am lying next to a girl that apparently doesn’t mind my company. is it love? probably not.

and by the way, how the fuck did she end up in my bed? that will take a little explaining so i better get on with this story before you fall asleep.

yesterday was wednesday, just so you’ll know the time line. i got a private message from a web board called wsg forum dot com. it was from a guy that has been in thailand for barely three weeks and he wanted to pick my brain so as to understand my “bangkok experience.” i laughed at his request and replied to his query in the affirmative. what the fuck, after all, i’ve got to do something.

it was about 7:30 in the evening at gulliver’s on soi 5. he phoned me and said he’d be sitting on the right side of the bar, wearing a red polo shirt. he was looking forward to buying me a few beers. i of course didn’t object and was quite happy to have someone offer me a beer. when i arrived there was no one wearing a red shirt on the right side of the bar. there was a guy in a gray shirt reading a newspaper that shook his head in the negative when i asked him if he was waiting for someone. i smiled and apologized for the interruption. i was turning to walk away, when low and behold, a guy in a red shirt was walking toward me and smiling, “sorry for the mix-up. i didn’t think which side was right and which side was left.”

he thought (and rightly so) that the left side was the right side, because he was facing the door and for him the left side was the right side, completely understandable! so there we were, like a couple of teenagers watching the pom pom girls and drinking beer in bangkok, thailand on a wednesday night.

at this point i didn’t need to ask myself what i might do because i was already doing something. masturbation is very much like this because it is a way that one can forget such trivial questions as “what am i going to do.” i’m not sure if that is easy to follow, but it makes perfect sense to me.

mr. red shirt was a perfect gentleman. i’d even say he is a scholar, but i don’t have to because i just did. we drank numerous beers while telling each other a few of our stories. i got a real kick watching his reaction to all the passing pom pom girls. i must say, being the old fart that i am, i felt young again!

i was on my forth beer when the discussion drifted towards the passing shore and it became apparent that he wanted me to show him the ropes. i blushed because the length of the rope that i know in bangkok is indeed very short and i told him that there isn’t much to know about bangkok.

all there is to know lies within the boundary of soi asok and soi nana. although i realize that is not entirely true, i say so merely because that is about all the average wsg forum dot com guy ever sees. and for the most part, sans the mps and sans the cultural exchanges, i stand by what i’ve said.

i watched him pay the tab and was somewhat astonished because i am not used to freeloading, but it felt good and i was very thankful for his generosities. mr. red shirt and i are similar guys. i figured this out when i asked him what he wanted to do. he stood there, shaking his head and telling me that he didn’t want to make a bother and i realized that what he really meant was that he wanted me to lead the way. i am also much like that. i am a river and i go to the ocean, taking the lowest and the easiest path. i am a child of gravity.

i took him on a simple tour which was no place he hadn’t been before: angel witch at nep, [CodeWord901]’s for a blow job, and finally, nana hotel parking lot for the grand closing.

he shook my hand just before he got in the cab and i knew that he was sated. hell, i was somewhat sated myself, those [CodeWord901] girls give an excellent blow job, but according to mr. red, they don’t fuck very well.

he took the ever famous and the most beautiful noi to the phuck-room while i took the not so famous and not so good looking 40-year-old pim to the suck-closet. i put in my best effort to last for the 30 minute time slot and was most satisfied when i made it back downstairs to see that i was not the first one to cum.

mr. red was a happy camper and i could see it in his gleaming (i’ve just been fucked) eyes. he confided in me that noi is the best blow job he’s ever had. to put it in his own words, “she’s a natural talent.” but he also told me that it would not be wise to try full sex with her because in that department she is lacking. i just laughed. there is always something lacking, no matter what the subject matter. in my honest opinion, that is why all subject matter has never been closed. does that make me a conspiracy theorist? maybe.

not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. it was about that time that my beautiful girl that must somehow like me yawned and opened her most beautiful and charming brown eyes. “what are you doing?”

“nothing much, computer stuff.”

“oh really!” she has the most enchanting way of saying those words. i swear here and now to all gods and buddha that it is her trademark expression. i really do love her and i will one day buy her a mobile phone so i can call her. oh really? okay maybe not, let’s call it a major infatuation.

“i had a dream you were doing something to me.”

“was it sex?”

“no. it was something that mad me angry.”

“what was it?”

“i don’t know.”

i didn’t bother to tell her i was snapping photos of her whilst she was in oblivion. like i said, i couldn’t fall asleep because i was wondering what the fuck i was going to do today. i’ll include a couple in this post, strictly from me to you. it’s hush hush so keep your trap shut.

all my dreams of future wedlock went out the door after she put her clothes on and asked me very confidentially if i would not mind if she repaired to her apartment without my company. apparently she didn’t want to be seen on the streets with a white boy from oklahoma. i played it cool and confided to her that i would not mind one bit. i gave her my phone number and told her to call me if she got bored.

it really sucks when you love someone that refused to be seen in public with you. i must say that if mr. red got the best blow job in town, i must have got the best fuck. this girl, the one that i love so god damn much, is the bomb.

she starts off by sucking your cock, slow and purfect. then she throws you into a multiple position orgy that ends up in doggie style with her screaming and moaning and stroking her clitoris to her orgasmic satisfaction.

afterwards, out of shame or guilt or the thought of losing face, she comes back to tenderly suck your cock again. she really has a great style, just like a cheerleader. just when you’re at the point of blowing your load, she lets her lips slide off your cock and she smiles at you. “baby, you’ve got to help me make you cum.”

then she goes down on your testicles, one at a time, while she helps you stroke your wet and crazy meat to completion. jesus h christ! it was just like a japanese (read bukkake) movie!

after informing me that she didn’t want to be seen in public with me while the sun was shining, i broken heartedly gave her one thousand one hundred baht and tried to hide my tears. she sauntered down the hall and i watched her as she hit the stairs, clip clop, clip clop, until she faded away into my favorite memory.

now i’m all alone again and i wonder. what the fuck am i going to do today?

there’s only one other thing i feel the need to mention. i am a fucking prophet, really. just before i met my wondrous fuck-bunny, i was chatting to a couple of newbies at the beer bar in front of nana hotel. i was giving them a dose of my short rope of experience.

i was drunk and possibly a little cocky, when i told my eager eyed sex tourists not to lose heart. it was the end of the night and not a lady was stirring, at least no lady was stirring for them. i was saddened, truly saddened. that is when i gave them my speech of hope.

i looked at them with sad and mournful eyes and i said, “guys... don’t be disheartened. bangkok is as easy as water in a river. bangkok is as easy as following the wind. i’ll prove it too you. i can guarantee you that in less than ten seconds a girl will come to our table that wants to fuck you.”

at this point i started counting. “ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...”

that is when the girl i love so much appeared like magic. life is good here in bangkok.

poster...

[Sting]

Hi all

I picked these two up at Soi 7 Beer Bar. The one on the right has a great personality. She only works daytime as she has to leave at 4 everyday to get her kid from Nursery.

Clothed pic (Sorry!!)

I know these girls too, especially the right one. Until 5.pm she stays at beergarten. afterwards her sister is coming. they do shift work. Be careful and don't believe all what they say. The beergarden girls are really good liar and talk a lot of fairy tales.

Sting

[DDW]

3 more of the same girl.

[DDW]

This one also from Beer Bar. Don't normally go for her look, but got tempted this time! OK lay.

[DDW]

Hi all

I picked these two up at Soi 7 Beer Bar. The one on the right has a great personality. She only works daytime as she has to leave at 4 everyday to get her kid from Nursery.

Clothed pic (Sorry!!)

[Torino88]

Sumart,

Awesome pics bro. Cant wait to see more.