Bangkok Reports

[Marcos]

PP, go quibble someone else, I've got no time for that. "Thai authorites" are a joke, here the only thing that counts is money and status. Best of luck to you too.

Please do go on, then, & enlighten us. You're a lawyer & read Thai? I assume the Thai authorities & some others quoted in my post do speak Thai & know some lawyers.

Best of luck.

[Kumbu]

As you described this woman, I would have bet the farm she wasn't a ginger

Huh. We obviously enjoy very different kinds of honey. The honey I was thinking of is deep and dark.

How about this?

"her hazel-colored hair brushing against my arms as I embraced her"

[Dr BJ]

Now back to the 2500 for a ST part. Yes I know I will be told off by some and I'm not proud of myself. Can some of the more experienced or locally based punters enlighten me if this has become a standard price? Or perhaps just a more common one? Or just an unusual accident and nothing to be worried about? Not that I'm going to cry over 500 Baht but it's just good to know because over the past 7 years or so it has always been 2000ST and 4000LT (if available) for even the hottest girls in the 'best' bars. Has this been changing lately?

I have lost count of the number of times I have been to Baccara and have never paid over 2000 for ST. This was regardless of the looks of the girl and whether it was ground or first floor.

Regards,

BJ

[TConor]

Outcall.

Our ladies can come to your room or apartment please call us to book. It must be for a minimum of two hours.

2 hours 2. 500 baht.

Outcall.

If you would like a girl to come to your room or apartment please call us. It must be for a minimum of two hours,

2 hours 1000 baht.

2. 0 hours 2, 500 baht for out-call service.

Basically what would run 400+1500 for an hour in is 1000+1500 out is that right? What about Tuplis?

[PinkPearl]

You do not read Thai and are not a laywer, so you can not understand what the true penalties are for not carrying a passport with you, certainly is not detention.

Please do go on, then, & enlighten us. You're a lawyer & read Thai? I assume the Thai authorities & some others quoted in my post do speak Thai & know some lawyers.

You may be suprised but they have computers to check on you legal entry in Thailand even if you loose your passport.

I would hope so. And your point is?

Thailand is a supremely practical country, cops will not mess with you unless they have a good reason for. Wonderfully, they will not even mess with you _just_ to extract money from you (there are expection, and these can be usually be handled).

So you agree that there are corrupt cops.

so keep your passport on you at all times, risk to loose it and wear it.

It could be "lost" leaving it in your room when you go out.

I'm not paranoid about losing it when I take it with me when I go out. I feel very safe in BKK.

I think I'll keep it on me in case I run into any of the aforementioned LE.

I think I'll not keep it "on me" when I go swimming or for a shower.

Best of luck.

[Syzygies]

So just relax, read my reports, enjoy them or not, and post your reactions. Or not, it doesn't really matter. Correct any errors in my posts, and fix any misperceptions you think I have. And then eagerly await my next post, to either rip or to roar, because it will be coming, whether you like it or not.

My specific point is in my next post.

I'm with you Kumbu. We don't need to be brainwashed into copying some bad and ugly porn movies. We decide for ourselves what is sexy and a turn on. Seek our own style.

Also a cute ass man, after the face. I noticed the other day that all my girls are tending to have a certain type of face, not wide and not round, upturned or straight nose (hooked noses, and really wide noses are out; not keen on fake noses generally) , nice lips, and a cute sexy ass (not flat or saggy) and good legs. Tit size is not so important to me, as long as they are not silicone and not ugly. I like the curves of small waist and wider hips in a certain ratio band. Its all about the beautiful flowing curves of a fairly slim but hot body.

[Wolvenvacht]

The markings on the pill were:

563 Pliva.

Imagine what would have happened if I had popped one of these just before trying to do an hour of push ups over a Thai sweetie.

You would have gone all limp (and I mean "all")

[Tony Hoeprano]

Turns out she was Italian, and did not speak a word of English,

As you described this woman, I would have bet the farm she wasn't a ginger

[Streetwalker7]

I did not know it, but that day I learned the virtues of mongering. That might seem like quite a leap for you, but let me explain. For me, and perhaps unlike some of you, mongering is not about cumming. Don't get me wrong. That is invariably how it ends, but the real goal for me is not to ejaculate. I can ejaculate with the ones I love the most. My wife and myself. Mongering is all about getting that simple connection between me and my partner. A naive, sexual attraction with no complications: no strings attached, sexual and ever so slightly emotional. If it gets any heavier, it is no longer mongering, and its complexity will obliterate any beauty that the experience might otherwise harbor. This is always a danger, and in honesty, I have sometimes slipped in that direction. On the other hand, If it gets any lighter, then it becomes a meaningless physical exertion, the likes of which I can have in front of my computer any time I like...

I'm all-in for the connection with hookers. LOL. Your problem is you only got 8 days. Good luck. Perhaps you should go the skogis route where all the sessions are GFE. LOL.

A couple days ago, maybe Monday I took a snapshot of the clientele at Rainb 4, as it looked awfully odd. 50 customers. 25 farangs 25 Asians. LOL. Not looking good for those who like white skinn pretty girls.

Rain 1 is hard to judge. I can t for the life of me figgure out who the stars are. No one stands out as far as barining goes. 2 girls I think are very pretty get no barfines at all.

Rain 1.I can't even fugure out what their stage rotattion is. All I know is they don't have enuff hookers for 2 separate sets of dancers.

[LittleBigMan]

Baccara girls aren't agency driven. The prices are driven because of how they look. Very good!

If you want 2k short time you need to go to the farang oriented bars like Suzie Wongs, I wouldn't be surprised if 1500 be. Get you the girl of your choice.

The DER want pretty girls, they don't cum cheap. Will you guys stop at a one price for all type strategy. It's ok if you don't mind undesireables but not for pretty faces.

I disagree, other go go's that might not use Agency girls know what is going on in other places. The girls talk and know, rumor, what is being asked in other clubs.

At good example or best I can give you is take Soi 6, in Pattaya, a bunch of guys decided they wanted to save Soi 6, so they open a number of bars there. Prior to that Soi 6, the general price was 300 for the room and 700 for the girls.

I hadn't been down to Soi 6, for sometime but after all the buzz I decided with a few make a visit. I found the the 3 that provided all the buzz they were now asking 350 for the BF and every girl was asking 1, 000 baht S. T. Although at one I easily got the girl down to 700 baht.

While I visited some of the old one on Soi 6, I was told by many girls at these bars that they wanted 1, 000 S. T. And when I ask them why so much the conversation turn to these 3 popular clubs that they heard the girls were getting that amount so why shouldn't they ask for it too since customers are paying it. I ask one how many customer have you gotten today, answer zero, and it was already near 11pm. I told her I can get LT, where I stay for 1, 000. A few that quoted me that amount I sense I could easily got them down to 700 baht.

The point is the clubs using Agency etc. That are asking more does have influnence on other clubs like Bac. Just because you are a Farang doesn't mean you have to pay what a Korean / Japanese pay, not every girls is being BF by them. If you want something like anything else ask?

LBM

[Kumbu]

It's been a while since I've had to endure the rigors of BKK and its endless sexual offerings. As such, it's been a while since I've required the aid of chemistry, if you know what I mean. Last time I needed it, I sampled the whole set of chemicals available at the time (Viagra, Levitra, Cialis, Cialis low-dose, Kamagra, Kamagra Gel, etc.). I found viagra caused excessive nasal congestion and light headedness, Cialis just doesn't work on me, Kamagra gives me a slight rash, but Levitra works the best. This, of course, is unique to me. Everyone reacts to these products differently.

I got a prescription from my doctor for 20mg pills, which are small nondescript brown pills. I split them into quarters, and each quarter was a single dose for me back then, sufficient to power me through whatever BKK threw at me. It's been a few years since my last jaunt, so I am a little apprehensive about whether my natural erectile powers are what they used to be, or whether I will need to rely on the little brown pill more than before. So I decided to make sure I have a good stock of Levitra on hand. I started poking around my medicine cabinet, and didn't see any. Ah yes, I don't keep my boner pills where my wife will see them. She'll wonder why I need boner pills, given that she has not seen me with a boner in over three years.

So I dug down into the back of my closet and found my secret stash of Thai paraphernalia. I found a little pill box, and in it, voila! There were two little brown pills. Perfect. I won't need to go through the headache of renewing my prescription and picking up the pills from my pharmacy. Plus, if I split these two pills, that gives me 8 doses. Perfect for my 8 night escapade.

As I put them into my luggage, something made me wince. I wasn't sure what it was, so I looked at the pills again. They were small, circular and brown, just as I remembered them, perhaps a little larger than I remember them, but certainly Levitra. What else could they be? I don't take a lot of drugs typically, and so there aren't any other med. S that I could be confusing these for. I noticed there were some markings on the pill, so I decided to google them. Good thing too, because they turned out to be something other than Levitra. The markings on the pill were:

563 Pliva.

Imagine what would have happened if I had popped one of these just before trying to do an hour of push ups over a Thai sweetie.

[Kumbu]

below is a story of my youth. as you read it, it will seem utterly egocentric and self-congratulatory, but it does have a purpose. if you have the time and inclination to read it all the way through, you will see that this post is not just me talking about myself, but i'm making one general point about mongering as i see it, and one specific point about my upcoming trip to bkk. if this is too much for you, i humbly recommend that you skip this post, and / or add me to your ignore list.

stranger in the waterfall

when i was 18 years old, the day after the last day of high school, four of my friends and i had a week long bash at a beach vacation spot in an exotic location. it was distant from home, with sparkling white beaches, gorgeous women of all varieties, wonderful cheap food, and excellent night life. we had a great time, as any graduating group of young men should. we rented a beat-up ford escort from some guy in an insurance office, and a small cottage on the beach, right next to a large hotel on one side, and undeveloped land on the other.

one morning i woke up early, at the crack of dawn, for some inexplicable reason. it was dead quiet, the sun not-yet rising in the east, and a gentle wind wafting in from the ocean. i don't know why, but i decided to go into the ocean. perhaps i was disoriented from the lack of sleep, or alcohol from the night before, or perhaps something was calling me. i got my trunks on and grabbed my rubber shoes and trotted off all by myself into the still-semi-dark morning. the tide was out. way out. and so coral was exposed and there were lots of great wade pools that i mucked about in for a while (remember, i was only a boy of 18yrs). i worked my way up the coast, looking at the rock formations and the fish and fauna of the ocean. it was a strange and eerie feeling, to be out alone, this early in the morning, having had just three hours of sleep the night before, and i really did not know why i was there.

i then heard water gushing, and i made my way towards the sound. the gushing was from a small man-made waterfall in a beach-side swimming pool at the hotel next to our cottage. there was a ten foot waterfall that fell right into the swimming pool, which was set just above the ocean, and very visible from where i was in the water. there was a deep natural lagoon between where i was (about 30 feet off shore) and where the pool was (up on a natural coral plateau). i plunged into the deep ocean water and swam across towards the waterfall, not knowing why exactly. as i approached, i saw an image that is forever burned into my memory. there was someone in that swimming pool above me, in fact standing right behind the waterfall. she stood there, wearing a bikini, and in the glimmering dark of the morning light, all i could make out was her gentle hour-glass figure. a little flutter in my solar plexus went off as i realized there was a reason i had woken up that morning and inexplicably walked into a dark ocean.

through the dark of the morning and past the falling water, i could not see anything but her outline, and that she was facing away from me, with the waterfall between the two of us. but this is when it happened: she slowly backed up, slowly entering the waterfall, ass first. her ass broke the crisp stream of flowing water, causing water to splash in all directions. it was falling in a perfectly symmetrical flow, hitting the top of her ass and flying like crazy in every direction. the splash at the top of her ass was shaped like a star, if you can imagine that, and it was bright and shining. so imagine how angelic the image was. it was the most brilliant sight my teen eyes had ever captured, even more than sherilyn fenn's pubes in two moon junction. and unlike fenn's holiest of holies, which i watched a thousand times on my vcr over and over again, i knew immediately that i would never see anything quite like this again. i opened my eyes wide so as to capture as much of that image as i could, and i consciously thought to myself: 'kumbu, remember this. '

she was bent forward at the waist, with the water still hitting her ass and flying in all directions. her back was arched and her legs were together and so water was gently flowing down them, giving them a shimmering, rapturous effect. i was treading water at the time, and i felt myself sink as blood gushed towards my still maturing teen-testicles. as i watched that water flow down her legs, i realized that her legs were simply immaculate. perfectly shaped and proportioned, and as best i could tell in the growing morning light, they were as toned as i had ever seen. that image, of two legs and an ass, with a star of flying water topping it all, is forever seared into my memory, and if i am to be honest, that became forever the archetype of the perfect female body for me. in fact, to this day, it is sometimes the image that i last see in my mind's eye as i fall asleep.

the moment lasted perhaps ten seconds, before she stepped forward, unaware of my peeping tom presence. she then came around the waterfall and started swimming around the pool, still unaware of my presence 15 feet away in the ocean. i thought about going up and, well, i don't know what. but i wisely decided that such a move would spoil the memory. so i quietly submerged myself, and gently swam 30 feet to stage-left and on to the coral reef again. i walked up the beach to our cottage and sat at the base of the steps contemplating what i had just seen.

my buddies awoke, and i never told them what i had just experienced. they would not have understood. thinking back, it was a pivotal moment in my life since it basically defined for me what sexual beauty in a woman is. the ass, with long, firm, shapely legs, bent over at the waist, shimmering in the morning light. that's an image i strive for in each and every sexual encounter. you know the three-way categorization of guys into breast-men, ass-men and leg-men, right? well, that night, i became a leg and ass man.

later that day i walked over to the hotel trying to catch another glimpse of the beauty, and there she was, sunbathing by the pool all by herself. i did not approach her. i just sat nearby sipping a cola, watching her every move. she was sublime. a perfectly proportioned goddess, sitting quietly in her sun hat and her bikini oblivious to the carnage she was causing within my developing sense of sexuality. my macho friends saw her and their tongues fell out. they started wolf calling and ran over to impress her with the sheer volume of their testosterone (i say this with fondness, these guys are still my best friends). pretty soon they were stuck all over her like cum in hair. they were loud and obnoxious like 18 year old hormone filled boys are, and she giggled and was well natured about it all.

turns out she was italian, and did not speak a word of english, and this made my friends' efforts more futile than ever. throughout the day she looked in my direction, never quite locking eye gaze, but we were both aware that we were aware of each other, if that makes sense. as the day progressed, she tired of the loud boys' antics, and late in the afternoon, as i sat on the other side of the pool, she looked my way. our eyes met, and she gave me the most communicative look i have ever had. i understood.

i left with my friends, returned to our cottage, had dinner, and my friends then went out looking for some trouble. i stayed behind. when they had left, i walked out into the dark towards the hotel next door, and there she was, sitting by the pool, near the now-hallowed waterfall, waiting for me.

i approached, she stood, we kissed immediately. we sat, and kissed some more. i remember the softness of her lips, the silkiness of her skin beneath my fingers, her honey-colored hair brushing against my arms as i embraced her, and a gentle scent of lemon. oh, and a brutal, raging hard-on. things got heavy, and at some point, she pulled back. she looked me in the eyes, she smiled, and kissed me softly, slowly, on the lips. she got up and walked away, and i never saw her again.

i never spoke a word to this girl, partly because she didn't speak english and i didn't speak italian, and partly because it was just so, so surreal. if i could do the whole thing over, i would not change a single detail. if i had tried to talk with her, or communicate with her, or have sex with her, or get her address, or whatever, the whole thing would have morphed into something far more complex, and ultimately, it would have lost its simplistic beauty.

my general point

i did not know it, but that day i learned the virtues of mongering. that might seem like quite a leap for you, but let me explain. for me, and perhaps unlike some of you, mongering is not about cumming. don't get me wrong. that is invariably how it ends, but the real goal for me is not to ejaculate. i can ejaculate with the ones i love the most. my wife and myself. mongering is all about getting that simple connection between me and my partner. a naive, sexual attraction with no complications: no strings attached, sexual and ever so slightly emotional. if it gets any heavier, it is no longer mongering, and its complexity will obliterate any beauty that the experience might otherwise harbor. this is always a danger, and in honesty, i have sometimes slipped in that direction. on the other hand, if it gets any lighter, then it becomes a meaningless physical exertion, the likes of which i can have in front of my computer any time i like. so it is a balancing act: i want a connection, but with no strings attached. and this is exactly what my italian princess gave to me. a very real, poignant sense of intimacy and connection, with a hint of sexuality, and then, as the locals in the 808 say, pau.

i've gone to great lengths to write this up in this way because i wanted to make this point. and the reason to make the point is that i will be posting my reports soon, and if past experience is anything to go by, some of you are going to get mighty upset. one might even describe some previous reactions to my posts as downright bitchy. but you need to understand the context within which i operate, and that context is my life history and my own preferences.

mongers come in all different types. i am not the kind who wants to ejaculate into any warm vessel. i want a little bit of tenderness, and some warmth. and therefore the experiences i seek out will not be the same as what you might seek out. so when i post my reports, you may get infuriated with me, and you might think things like the following:

- why didn't he take the money shot right into her eye ball?

- why did he pay her the agreed upon amount, even though there was just one pop on a lt deal?

- why did he pick the frumpy solemn one and not the crazy-eyed whack job, who surely would have rocked his socks?

- so what if it was her period. why didn't he fuck her in the ass?

- why did he tip her. doesn't he know he is spoiling the market?

- etc.

the answer is simple: i am not you. you don't enjoy the same things i do. you don't have the same budget as i do. you don't have the same attitude towards women and humanity (for better or for worse) as i do. and you were not moved as a young man by a stranger in the waterfall. you each have your own life experiences that you, no doubt, are loyal to. and for that reason, i will never judge you or condemn you for what you do (unless it becomes abusive or illegal). i will, however, offer advice and constructive comments on your experiences. i hope you will extend to me the same courtesy.

so just relax, read my reports, enjoy them or not, and post your reactions. or not, it doesn't really matter. correct any errors in my posts, and fix any misperceptions you think i have. and then eagerly await my next post, to either rip or to roar, because it will be coming, whether you like it or not.

my specific point is in my next post.

[Syzygies]

I've seen a guy with me recently go with me to a go go and I forgot to tell him to negotiate price first and don't tell her that you want to barfine without telling her your price (2, 000 S. T. 3,000 L. T. Under no circumstances let her walk off and get the mamasan to come over to name the price the price will be around 2500 or up? Once that happens you are already in a hole?

Not necessarily true. The last girl I took from Bac was a girl I had previously fucked a couple of times about 2 years earlier. It seems she is not one of the top shelf girls in Japanese eyes. However very cute to me, tall and small face upturned natural nose, nice real tits and curvy. I bought her a drink or two and she admitted that she did not remember me. No matter. I barfined without negotiation. She was happy. She never stated a price at any time. I paid a fair amount and she was happy. No issues. I am not trying to get as cheap as possible. These girls have to try to make a living and she was not getting BFed several times a night. I realise fully that not all girls are sweet like this. Perhaps only a few girls in Bac and in Rainbow 4 are will to chance a non-negotiation. However its very normal for me not to negotiate a price.

If the mamasan tried to get into the negotiation I would lose interest immediately, or certainly ignore the mamasan. The girl can speak for herself, as I speak Thai very well.

Girls seem to just get a feeling I am going to treat them nicely. Perhaps if I was the stingy type, girls would name the price.

[Dars Veider]

Guys,

Just two short questions:

1- is the Tune Hotel in Bangkok (Asoke) girl-friendly? Any problems / experiences?

2. How big are the rooms? I have been to the Tune Hotel at the LCCT in KL. These rooms were so small. You could hardly turn around. So I would like to know how big they are in Bangkok.

Thanks for any reply.

Cheers,

DV

[Rjsss212]

Anyway, advice like this given to paranoid types like you is often wasted.

And the "prophet" has spoken.

Thank you oh wise one!