Bangkok Reports

[Syzygies]

There are three reasons I will not buy a drink in advance. You just stated the 1st ie if the place is too crowded and there is nowhere to sit although if I am there to see a particular girl then this reason does not apply. The 2nd reason arises when I want to check out a new place or a bar I have not been to for some time. I don't want to buy a drink in any Go Go if none of their girls interest me. Sometimes I will walk into a bar, walk around the bar, and walk right out in a mater of seconds. No drink. Of course I only act this way in marginal quality bars, bars that I do not usually frequent, but hey, I am giving them a chance by walking in. If they have one nice looking girl I will take a seat, buy a drink, and most likely buy a drink for the girl and possibly do a barfine. If they don't have any decent looking girls, they have lost me as a customer for another couple of years. 555. The 3rd reason I do not want to buy a drink at the door is the reason I gave in my previous post ie that when I am a regular, repeat customer at particular bar, I don't feel that I should be treated like a newbie walk in. I require that the bar treat me good like a valued, returning, repeat customer or it won't remain as one of my favorite bars for much longer.

Yes absolutely pal. I lasted about 10 secs inside Kazy bar. Did not have any customers to speak of that I recall. Girls greatly over dressed and not enough hot bodies on display for me.

Smoothie,

I don't think Crazy House is usually so crowded that cannot get a seat anywhere, these days, at least not at my usual time of 9 PM or earlier. Tats laden Ice now has blonde curls. Her tits almost look naturally sagged now. Don't look like a real obvious tit job any more.

Bacarrat a different story. Can be very hard to get a decent seat there in my experience from admittedly long ago.

If I could find an exotic looking woman faintly like in this Video anywhere, I would be hooked real quick. Not a Thai but shows my slim spec. Coloured hair and tats don't bother me that much. However like real natural tits.

Used to like Donut in CH and she had funny coloured hair at times. Body not that dissimilar. Face not as hot as the video but pretty. Alas nothing of the same standard there any more.

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[Member #4698]

The only reason I would not want to buy a drink would be if there is nowhere to sit down. Sometimes both Crazy House and Baccara get very busy. If I can't sit down, I don't want to be there.

There are three reasons I will not buy a drink in advance. You just stated the 1st ie if the place is too crowded and there is nowhere to sit although if I am there to see a particular girl then this reason does not apply. The 2nd reason arises when I want to check out a new place or a bar I have not been to for some time. I don't want to buy a drink in any Go Go if none of their girls interest me. Sometimes I will walk into a bar, walk around the bar, and walk right out in a mater of seconds. No drink. Of course I only act this way in marginal quality bars, bars that I do not usually frequent, but hey, I am giving them a chance by walking in. If they have one nice looking girl I will take a seat, buy a drink, and most likely buy a drink for the girl and possibly do a barfine. If they don't have any decent looking girls, they have lost me as a customer for another couple of years. 555. The 3rd reason I do not want to buy a drink at the door is the reason I gave in my previous post ie that when I am a regular, repeat customer at particular bar, I don't feel that I should be treated like a newbie walk in. I require that the bar treat me good like a valued, returning, repeat customer or it won't remain as one of my favorite bars for much longer.

[Smoothy]

The only reason I would not want to buy a drink would be if there is nowhere to sit down. Sometimes both Crazy House and Baccara get very busy. If I can't sit down, I don't want to be there.

[Member #4698]

CH & Baccara: On busy nights the doormen at both places will ask customers they do not recognize to buy a drink before entering.

At Baccara the old rough & tough doorman who has been there forever still remembers me from my frequent Mini nights so he just waives me in whenever I go there. I always say good evening to him.

Over at CH a much younger and apparently inexperienced doorman tried to block my way one time and he requested that I buy a drink before entering. I refused and called for my favorite mamasan inside to came out and straighten the guy out since I am a fairly regular CH customer. My Mamasan came out, vouched for me, and I was let in without any further ado. My request was not extraordinary since I always run up a tab there and most of the people inside know this. Then on another night a different young CH doorman attempted to block my way again, but fat waitress who I know quite well was standing outside with some bar girls and she told the guy to let me in and then she escorted me inside to my favorite seating area. Funny, later that night as I was leaving with my 2 CH repeat girls the same doorman tried to hit me up for a tip. I ignored him. I only tip people who treat me well and come thru for me like my fat waitress. I do not tip people who treat me like a nobody. Maybe he will learn to differentiate. I don't care. But, I was not troubled at the front door since that ocasion although I expect it might happen again on a busy night since I have been out of town since late October.

[PoohKeyLover]

You seem to be implying that there is something particular about me that made them ask me to pay before entering.

I wasn't asked to pay at Crazy House. I saw that they were asking the East Asian guys to pay the money. Since East Asians are their primary clientele, I figured there was no way they were going to let me in without paying, so never even tried to get in. Had it been South Asians they were asking the money from, I would have tried to get in without paying the 100 baht.

I was not personally asked to buy a drink before entering at Baccara. There was a guy by the door on a stool with a big sign to get a drink before entering, which I did, along with all the other people that were doing the same. As I stated, at around 11 PM the guy and the sign were gone.

I was also asked to pay 100 Baht before entering Crazy House.

[Macau81]

So they wanted to charge you 100 baht to get into Crazy House, then you went to Baccara and they forced you go buy a drink in order to enter?

I've visited both places over a hundred times. I have never been asked to pay to get into Crazy House, and only once in 20 years have they asked me to buy a drink before I entered Baccara. I am not sure what was so special about that one night at Baccara, but it was about 10 years ago and I refused to do that and moved on. Stupid move on their part because I normally buy around 3000 baht worth of drinks in the place when I do go there.

I'd be curious to know why both of those places asked you to pay before entering.

I was at Baccara about 2 weeks ago and both nights I was told to pay for a drink to enter. IIRC everything was 190 b or more. I'm Asian and with more were a Thai, a Caucasian, a middle eastern, and a mixed dude that I don't remember what he was, but he has some Filipino in him. Both nights the place were almost full and full of Asians.

[Jimmy Boy 99]

So they wanted to charge you 100 baht to get into Crazy House, then you went to Baccara and they forced you go buy a drink in order to enter?

I've visited both places over a hundred times. I have never been asked to pay to get into Crazy House, and only once in 20 years have they asked me to buy a drink before I entered Baccara. I am not sure what was so special about that one night at Baccara, but it was about 10 years ago and I refused to do that and moved on. Stupid move on their part because I normally buy around 3000 baht worth of drinks in the place when I do go there.

I'd be curious to know why both of those places asked you to pay before entering.

You seem to be implying that there is something particular about me that made them ask me to pay before entering.

I wasn't asked to pay at Crazy House. I saw that they were asking the East Asian guys to pay the money. Since East Asians are their primary clientele, I figured there was no way they were going to let me in without paying, so never even tried to get in. Had it been South Asians they were asking the money from, I would have tried to get in without paying the 100 baht.

I was not personally asked to buy a drink before entering at Baccara. There was a guy by the door on a stool with a big sign to get a drink before entering, which I did, along with all the other people that were doing the same. As I stated, at around 11 PM the guy and the sign were gone.

[Smoothy]

Was going to check out Crazy House but the door guys were charging 100 baht entry fee, and, surprisingly, to East Asians.

Went instead to Baccara. Bought one of their over-priced drinks outside so I could enter.

So they wanted to charge you 100 baht to get into Crazy House, then you went to Baccara and they forced you go buy a drink in order to enter?

I've visited both places over a hundred times. I have never been asked to pay to get into Crazy House, and only once in 20 years have they asked me to buy a drink before I entered Baccara. I am not sure what was so special about that one night at Baccara, but it was about 10 years ago and I refused to do that and moved on. Stupid move on their part because I normally buy around 3000 baht worth of drinks in the place when I do go there.

I'd be curious to know why both of those places asked you to pay before entering.

[Banana Boi]

Was going to check out Crazy House but the door guys were charging 100 baht entry fee, and, surprisingly, to East Asians.

Anyone supporting this club is a fool. Who pays to enter a gogo bar? I guess there are too many guys like myself who walk in and out of CH because the girls aren't hot.

[Jimmy Boy 99]

Went to Soi Cowboy last night a little after 10 PM. Was going to check out Crazy House but the door guys were charging 100 baht entry fee, and, surprisingly, to East Asians. They were paying the 100 baht without batting an eye. I thought it is crazy to pay to enter a gogo bar so I left. I don't understand how Crazy House can get away with this. Hopefully it will not start a trend.

Went instead to Baccara. Bought one of their over-priced drinks outside so I could enter. Packed with guys. It is definitely an Asian clientele gogo, with Asian guys outnumbering farang by about 8 to 1. Girl quality somewhat better than the other gogos I had recently gone to. 2nd and 3rd floor had the topless girls but around 10:45 PM a new shift came on both floors but they never took off their tops. I wonder if management had been tipped off to keep their girls covered for some reason, or perhaps they only go topless while there is the requirement that you buy a drink outside before you can enter, as when I left after realizing that no tits were going to be exposed, there was no guy holding the drink sign and guys were walking in with no drinks. One incident reminded me why I think scammer types become gogo girls. I was sitting downstairs next to an Asian guy who was with an attractive girl. She went to get a lady drink, came back and took one sip, then left, came back dressed and left with him, the lady drink on the table practically full. The 3000 baht ST fee wasn't enough for her? She had to make him waste an extra 220 baht just so she could get an extra 80 baht or so commission?

[Nyezhov]

I rarely read so long reports, but I'm glad I read this. Great FR.

Yeah its like a cheesy novel in Playboy in the old days.

Sounds like he had a fun night, but all too much effort for me. Thermae, Spasso or Mixx for my usual hunts.

[Gargano19]

I slept like a fucking baby that night: the first good night's sleep since arriving. Thank you Dr. Phammy, for your electric shock therapy. It worked like a charm.

I rarely read so long reports, but I'm glad I read this. Great FR.

[Smoothy]

Don't you find that young Asian guys are generally walking with a higher standard of girl for looks than the Western guys?

I don't particularly notice Asian guys "walking" with any girls. I see them take the girls from places like Baccara for short times, but if I walk around terminal 21, I do not see those Asian guys walking around with any girls at all.

I do think the hookers prefer Asian guys due to the 3-3-3 rule. (3 inches for 3 seconds for 3000 baht).

[Kumbu]

I awoke at the ungodly hour of 6 am on Friday morning. I had set my alarm for 8 am, having to be in to work by 9:30, and I have no idea why I woke up at 6 am. Yes I do. Fuckin' jet lag. It sucks getting old.

So on 5 hours of sleep, off I plodded to work to try to impress the good folks who paid for my fucking vacat-, errr, business trip. I managed to hold it together, but as the day drew to a close, I could feel the fatigue taking over. On the skytrain back, my legs ached, my head was pounding, and my eyes were swollen and dry. There was only one thing that could help with these symptoms, and we all know what that is. Right. A visit to NEP.

So I grabbed some dinner on the way back to the hotel, then went to the hotel to shower, and then before heading over to NEP, I walked over to Ploenchit Plaza for that Starbucks. I tanked up on a triple shot Americano and sat there a good 30 minutes to let it take effect. As I walked out, I was positively giddy with adrenaline. So I started prancing back to NEP, but on a whim, when I got to the corner of soi 4, jacked up on caffeine as I was, I decided to take a quick detour to check out the ladies of Grace Hotel. I had no intention of pulling anyone from there, but I always liked the carnival when I was a kid, and this was a way of reliving my childhood. As I walked over, I noticed how much more Arab this area has become. Only 2 years ago, this place was definitely the Arab quarter, but now the music is louder, the smell of sandalwood is more intense, the hijabs are more plentiful, and the beggars have miraculously donned kufis and thawbs.

It was still a bastard walking up there. There were so many slow walkers, and dripping sewer pipes, and broken sidewalks, I was not enjoying this brilliant idea I had. Anyway, I finally got to the Grace Hotel, and what I found was immensely amusing to me. All the girls were a cut below what I am used to. They were all overweight, without exception. There must have been 20 girls or so, spread around the exit to the driveway for the hotel, and up the side of the driveway. They were clearly loitering, so they were definitely working girls. The amusing part was that there was a group of brown men, almost definitely Indian, parading around them in a circle, just like in Thermae. The circle was more of an oval, going up the left side of the driveway about 50 meters and the down the other side. The men were chatting with each other strategizing who would take which girl, and it all looked just very reminiscent of Thermae. But the girls in Thermae are far, far more attractive, even the unattractive ones.

But it warmed my heart to think that these guys came all the way from India for this, and they were getting their freak on. And probably at a price that pleases. So good for them.

Anyway, having had my condescending little chuckle, I walked back over to NEP. As I approached, I spied a very decent line-up of girls at the Nana Hotel sign. There must have been 15 girls there ranging in quality from 4's to 7's I would say. That ain't bad for a parking lot girl. I was half tempted, but I thought I wanted to do the tour of NEP. It's been far too long.

First stop, as is my custom, was Mandarin, the upstairs one. I walked in and almost as soon as my ass got onto the swivel stool, a lecherous gogo "girl" in her 40's was standing next to me. This was before I had even ordered a drink, she was standing there looking at me expectantly. I did not even acknowledge her at first, irritated as I was. But eventually, as she crept closer and closer, I had to give her a little look, only enough to say "There. Now fuck off. " And fuck off she did.

The line up at Mandarin was not particularly compelling. There was one girl, #197, who had a very proportionate body, if somewhat plain. Her face was pretty, but the fake eye lashes were a dead giveaway that once she cleans that face off, what remains will be a very plain face too. But her body was indeed very doable, and so I kept my eye on her.

Other than her, there was not even one other girl I would want to bar fine, out of a total of around 15 girls. So I watched to see what would happen when the second shift comes on, which happened within 10 minutes. And when the rotation happened, it became clear that Mandarin was not getting Kumbu's cash tonight. As I was about to check-bin, a Japanese dude to my left pulled #197, and she skittered off to remove those lashes and show him what a fucking mistake he just made.

As I left, Mama San protested loudly and cheerfully that I had not even finished my drink. I told her I needed to walk, and I might return if I see nothing else, and she said with great confidence, "Ah, so you WILL come back. " Mama Sans, you got to love 'them.

Next was Rainbow 4. I walked in and was ushered to a bleacher seat on the right as you enter. I was squeezed between a middle aged Japanese dude and a youngish Korean dude. The Japanese guy was so vigorously working a toothpick in his mouth that it looked like he was fornicating with it. And the Korean bloke had an unusually pungent body odor. And don't say anything about kim chee: it wasn't the kim chee, it was just a lack of bathing.

Anyway, I sat, ordered my G&T, and then surveyed the scene. The long strip of a stage had around 10 girls on it, none of which were proportioned appropriately. The closest we had was a girl placed right in front of me, and she was eyeing me a little too hard. I hate it when they try TOO hard, since it usually means a shark-like experience. So I did my best to ignore her, and before my drink was done, I decided to bail. That was 20 minutes in my life I won't ever get back.

Third stop: Bill Board, which by the title of this post, you can probably gather was where I struck gold. As I walked in, the first thing that jumped out at me was just how much energy there was in here. The place was packed, both with men and with WGs. Moreover, the makeup of the customer base was decidedly different, especially from Rainbow 4. While the latter was composed mostly of Asians, Billboard was a much more eclectic mix. It was predominantly white dudes, but there were plenty of Asians and others in there too.

I was ushered to a seat at the carousel (I think this place called Carousel a few years ago), which is a big rotating stage filled with dancing girls. I think of it as catnip for mongers. I sat down and ordered my regular. As I waited, I looked at the girls, and it was such a stupefying experience. Remember, I am a leg man, and so anything leg-related gets me going up to 100%. Sitting at the edge of the carousel, you are inches from the girls as they circle you. Your head is leg level, and to see the rest of their bodies, you have to crane your neck all the way up. That's a painful position to be in for any more than a few seconds. Moreover, when you look up like that, the stage lights are (off and on) in your face, making it even harder to do. So you have no option but to look at the legs. It's just a gorgeous, cum-inducing forest of variably shaped legs, spinning past you in constant procession. It's how I imagine heaven to be: just pleasure everywhere you look.

I was fucking loving it. I just let go and allowed myself to focus on the most beautiful parts of the ladies: some were big, some were small, some were skinny, some were shapely, and slowly I started to pick out the winners and losers. Once I found a winner, I would follow that pair of legs around the carousel so I could see it from all directions. And once I knew its shape, only then would I look up and down to check the rest of the girl.

It was a fun few minutes, because it was cut short by a tap on the shoulder. I looked around, and there before me stood a youngish looking, well built girl sporting braces, fake lashes and a perm. She smiled at me, and the dazzle of the braces rivaled the spotlights in my face. I squinted, and she stopped her smile, and she hesitated. The squint was ambiguous: was I displeased? Was I tired? She needed to sus me out. I did not look down at her legs or her ass, but I could see through my peripheral vision that she was well built. She had a substantial frame, excellent hips, and I could feel the silkiness of her thighs against my arm. I could do this. I could.

So I motion to her to come closer, and she squeezes in between me and the Japanese guy next to me and places herself between my legs. I was on a stool, remember, next to the carousel, so there was not much room. We do the pleasantries (name=inaudible, later determined to be Phammy, see below; age=23 years; from Bangkok, not Isaan). As our pleasantries unfolded, she was facing away from me, and had her butt squarely pushed into my crotch. She was rubbing it up and down very shamelessly, working very hard for a possible LD. She then took my left hand and placed it on her ass, atop her spandex shorts, and put my right hand into her top, right against her nipple. She then squeezed my hand, thereby causing my hand to squeeze her boobs. They were real, and definitely a full-see-sized cup. Yummy. Given my expedition into Breastland the night before, this was turning into a trip full of great mammaries (heh).

She spies an empty seat in the back and asks if we should move, to which I eagerly agree. We get to our new spot and she mounts me, pulls open her shorts to reveal her close-cropped pussy hair and puts my hand onto that. I rub with great delight, my other hand on one boob or the other. My hands then switch over to her ass, which feels super firm and round, and I squeeze with great pleasure. We're talking a little, here and there, but mostly just doing the gogo girl seduction. It's well practiced, but fun nonetheless.

Along comes mama san, and so the LD arrives soon thereafter, and by this point it was a foregone conclusion that I was heading home with this lovely lass in tow. After sipping drinks for a few minutes, she reaches down and rubs little kumbu. She says "What's that? And before I could come up with a half-witted response, she says "Hot dog! It's hot dog! I love to eat hot dog! Daay mai?" Ok, then, that's a serious sign, no? I kid around, and I say "No, not hot dog, just peanuts" She laughs, and says "I like hot dog, I want to eat hot dog. And can eat peanuts too!

Check-fucking-BINNNNN!

Mama san says 700 BF and 3000ST, all paid to mama san. I object, and say 700 BF for mama san, but everything else to the lady with the delightful bottom. Mama san objects, I raise my eye brows, mama san begins to explain procedure, girl in my lap protests for everyone to calm down. I look at mama san right in the eye and say only BF to mama san, everything else to lady, and mama san pauses, ponders a moment, and finally sees the wisdom in this new plan. Why didn't she think of this before? Such an elegant solution, perhaps this will catch on.

So off we go, into the clammy night of BKK, hand in hand, prancing through the crowds of soi 4 and onto Suk for the short trip to the Landmark. As we walk, she is chattering on about this or that, and every once in a while the words hot dog and peanuts pop up, resulting in a reflex quiver of little kumbu. And as I walk, we have to swerve people, move between pillars and dripping water, and so sometimes I walk in front of her holding hands, and sometimes we switch, with her in front of me, holding my hand. In this latter configuration, I get to see her figure in all its splendor. She's wearing a one-piece sun dress, and holy fuck is she fetching in that dress. It is kind of clingy, and very short, revealing all the tasty parts. Her ass is round and largish, and her legs are long and shapely, just like I like 'them, and her breasts, well, we already know how ample they are. But the rest of her is super trim. Her waist is very slim, and her hips are wide, making for a pretty incredible figure. She's clearly young, since having such a trim waist is not something older gals can pull off. This is going to be good. She walks with a tom-boyish bounce, which is also very alluring.

We get into the room and she throws herself onto the bed, sighing in relief from the heat. She flashes a metal-filled grin at me, and I wonder how that interferes with hot-dog consumption. We shall find out. So we chat for a while. She tells me that she is a college student by day, studying logistics. I ask her what that is, and she struggles to explain. I ask her why she is studying logistics, and she says she wants to work in many different places, and logistics lets her do that. She then pulls out her phone and starts showing me pictures of her in real life. And OMG, the difference is amazing. The pictures on the phone are with no make up, no frizzly hair, no lashes, and regular everyday clothes. And she looks like a very ordinary person you would pass on the BTS. I'the probably check out her legs on the BTS (I check out everyone's legs, for fucks sake), but I would not think twice about her. So the metamorphosis into gogo-girl extraordinaire is pretty impressive.

She showers, then me, and then it begins. She lies down and I run my hands over her silky body. Shit, man, is there anything more fulfilling than having a pliable, gorgeous, fit, shapely young 23 year old lying there, with your hands running greedily all over them? I just took in the sensual sparks, and savored every moment of it. Her skin was indeed as silky now after the shower as it was back in Billboards. Sometimes when the lotion washes off the skin becomes rougher, but not hers. She still had the natural emollients of youth.

I rub her neck, her breasts, and her totally flat belly. I ask her what her name is again, and she says it again, and I can't quite get it. She looks at me like I am dumb and says "You cannot read?" Huh? She points to a tattoo above her right breast with some lettering on it. I look closer and it says "Phammy". I said "That's your name? Yes, like a steer that has been branded, in case she gets lost in the wilderness. 23 year old Phammy: remember it.

Her back was defined and taught, with no flab or excess fat at all. Her waist, as alluded to before, was as tight at human waists come. It wasn't a small waist, in that she was naturally girthy, but it was as fit as you can imagine. And then her hips flared out like the explosive fireworks on the 4th of July. Wide, gorgeous hips, sporting a round, soft, but firm doublet of butt cheeks. I rubbed and massaged them, enjoying how they bounced back to form. I was eager to get to her legs, but before I could enjoy those little treats, she got impatient and proclaimed in a loud voice, "I hungry!

She gets up, pushes me over, and takes a look at me. She looks at my hairy chest, flat belly and longish dick, and just busts out laughing. She says, "You do pumping?" I looked at her with a blank expression, to which she gives me the bicep clench, indicated pumping iron. I said, "little bit", with a Thai accent, where the Ts are pronounced differently; Syzygies, no comments on this please 😉. But why was she laughing, you ask? Well, she said to me "Why you have strong this (pointing to my pecs), you have nice this (my flat belly), but then you THIS" and she slaps at my smallish (but definitely visible) love handles. I mean, she just slaps me there, like I'm a piece of meat! How embarrassing! She then giggles, and slaps me there again, with a coquettish grin.

Such devilish play, I can play devil right back. So I gently put my hands on her cheek, and then say "Shhhh", and I slowly start to push her head down, and I say "You are so hungry, aren't you?" and I move her head down to my crotch region. She laughs out loud and shoves me playfully.

But then she goes in for the kill. She kisses around a little, then finally, FINALLY, takes little kumbu into her mouth. She sucks up and down for a little, showing some skill, but not really an expert. I mean, Thai girls are not particularly good at BJ, so I was not expecting much. But the fact that she was doing all of this on her own initiative was a big plus. Anyway it was doing the trick, since gobs of precum were dribbling out of little Kumbu, and she was taking it all.

And true to her word, she eats the hot dog. She takes it all in, BBBJ, and sucks for around 3-4 minutes. As BJs go, that ain't bad. But finally, the precum was getting the better of her (and to be fair, that's something I'm aware of: I produce copious amounts of precum, far more than most). So she pulled out, and I thought that was the end, but no. She pulls little Kumbu, distended as he was, lifts him up, and the takes a look at my balls.

I had shaved my balls a few days earlier, so they were not hairy, but there was a slight stubble. She could see this, but went in any way. She went down deep, lifting little Kumbu up, lifting my balls up, and she went straight for the taint! What?! When was the last time you had a Thai WG do this without prodding?! She put her tongue flat against my taint, wiggled a little, and then purposefully dragged it up the middle and up over my balls onto the base of little Kumbu.

My whole body exploded with sensation. It was like I had stuck my dick into an electrical outlet. I shivered and spasmed; so intense was the experience that little Kumbu lost all power and he deflated within a matter of 5 seconds! I mean seriously, it was such a shock to the system that my erection dissipated during the course of this most magnificent of maneuvers! I felt she was due some applause, or a golf clap, or something. But I could not breathe: my body was still in the state of electrical rigor mortis.

A moment passed, and I was able to finally suck in a lungful of air, and just like that, she was back down in the trenches again, wiggling the taint. Oh for the love of god! And before I could protest or prepare myself, the tongue washed up over my balls. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

And then a third time, this time it was followed by some ball suckling, first left, then right. My erection was totally gone, and all that remained was oozing from the now flaccid head. I could not take this any more: it was just too much! So I pulled away, and finally got a few breaths of air. Shit madam, you fuckin' WIN, OK?

She giggles, and says "I like. " And I slur back at her "I likhhhh choo".

She sees the loss of the Honorable Little Kumbu, so she offers her breasts to him. She places him squarely between her ample cleavage and starts giving him a little boob job.

BING! We're up and running again. Soon thereafter, she pulls on Mr Trojan, and we do it CG for a while. She moans and groans, for a while, then says she wants me to do her doggie. I mean, she literally says "doggie please". I didn't understand her at first, until she gets into the position and slowly points to her backside like I am some kind of retard. Shit Kumbu, get it together.

So I get on my knees and mount her. Mmmmmmmm. You boys don't need to read what happens next, because it's quite predictable. I tried to resist, but doggie is my weakness. Hips, butthole, butt cheeks, thighs, lovely arched back, pressure just in the right spots: Kumbu has no chance. In the technical literature this is referred to as asymmetrical warfare. It just ain't fair.

So end in a gush of delight and regret, did I. I held on to her wide hips for a while, and she giggled the whole time. What a treat she has been. This is what keeps us coming back again and again: the unexpected peaks separated by inevitable valleys.

So we shower, I offer her 3500 baht, ponder the possibility of a repeat. She tells me that unless it is Fri, Sat or Sun night, she cannot do it. I consider my schedule, and it seems that a repeat is not on the books. So I kiss her on the cheek, pat her on the bum, and usher her out of the hotel. Kumbu has some sleeping to do.

I slept like a fucking baby that night: the first good night's sleep since arriving. Thank you Dr. Phammy, for your electric shock therapy. It worked like a charm.

[Kerrstar]

Thais trying to say the letter "R" in an English word does not sound like "L" in my opinion, at least in most words.

Quite the reverse. On my first trip to Thailand the Tuk Tuk driver appeared to say "Frame Tree" when was supposed to be "Flame Tree".

So I heard plenty of "wery good" here in Thailand but never "Welly". Could your girl actually not have been Thai? Viet or Chinese ?

Could be from Isaan or Laos. The Lao languange has no are in it, hence they say falang not farang.

I speak better, altough still poor, Lao than Thai and always get words mixed up, so I get a lot of laughs from some girls.