Bangkok Reports

[YetAnotherGuy]

Alright sir, thanks for the addons, could you please specify some more what would you recommend?

I love young, small sort of naive and inexperienced girls. In Pattaya, I find them even on Soi 6. In bkk, Couldn't find them on Soi cowboi, nana, and definitely not on the streets.

Your description sounds appealing, would love to hear some examples, thanks.

I suggest trying La Belle or Maria (soapies). I've had good luck finding girls as you've described at both. Tell the guy what you're looking for, and take your time. Of the two, I'd perhaps start at La Belle. Show up around 7:15-7:30pm.

[Nyezhov]

Wish you were right, sadly, I haven't seen any girls comes close to the average Fiwfan model type in all these places. Maybe you know about a certain bar that has them so I'd love to know about it.

Your right, you should just confine yourself to FIW fans. Nothing else will do for you.

For normal folks, don't waste your time.

[KinkiTourist]

Pretty much my opinion as well. TF, fiwfans, etc. Just isn't for most people. This forum and others put WAY too much emphasis on them for no good reason. I get if you live there its a strong option, but for almost all other people going to Thailand, its just not particularly good or efficient since you have so many easy in person options.

Thermae, gogos, MPs, are all just easier, faster, often better options, and you don't have to go all over town or deal with messaging back and forth and flakey girls and questionable performances. I get if there's some fiwfans girl you have to have, but that's got to be the rare exception.

Wish you were right, sadly, I haven't seen any girls comes close to the average Fiwfan model type in all these places. Maybe you know about a certain bar that has them so I'd love to know about it.

[EihTooms]

How bad is it really?
It can't be luck, because I don't have any, I'm just one unlucky bastard, I'm basically like Sam Jackson's character from Unbreakable. So the fact that with all my trips to Bangkok, and literally not once have I encountered a flood, makes me wonder how bad can it be? In this day and age of so-called news reporting with any number of opinions, gaslighting, and conspiracy theories, I'll even throw in my two cents and say it might not even be real.

Unless I've actually experienced it myself, I'll just go ahead and say there's no such thing as flooding in Bangkok, or at least no where near as bad as people say it is. You know why fellas? Cause how can bad things happen in a paradise like Bangkok?

So back to my point of luck. Follow me here. I'm very unlucky, and if Bangkok tends to flood, and my trips to Bangkok in the past have been random, surely one of those trips I would have been flooded out. But never happened, not even during the so-called rainy season, I. E. It doesn't actually flood. Makes sense to me.

Dudes, if you've experienced south east Asia as much as I have you'll know there's only 2 kinds of weather there. It's raining, or it's not. This talk of 'seasons' is just weird. It's the tropics, near the equator, friggin 12 hours of day, 12 hours of night, every day of the year, rinse and repeat, no deviations. Bring an umbrella for the rain, wear a hat and sunscreen for the relentless sun. That's it. Seasons? Weather? Beelzebub wept.

I have lived in or very near the ground zero Red Light areas of Bangkok for the past 12 years and I can't recall one time where I was prevented or even discouraged from doing anything, going anywhere I wanted for mongering, dining, shopping, whatever for more than 1 hour in an entire day due to the weather. And that is either rain, heat or both.

Flooding? I vaguely recall a time 10-11 years ago when I stepped off a curb into above ankle deep water because there was no other way around it. Got my shoe tops and lower pants legs wet. I could have and should have just had a pair of 60 baht flip flops from the nearest 7-11 with me to change into at such a time of year but didn't bother. Oh well. I got over it.

As my granny told me when I used rain as an excuse not to go outside, "You won't melt, you're not made of sugar. ".

During rainy season I slide one of those small 7 inch long umbrellas into my sock, next to my ankle and under my pants leg. Don't even have to carry it in my hand and nobody knows it's there until I reach down and whip it out at the first sign of rain.

In the hot season I just postpone all my 20 kilometer hikes and jogs until after sundown and spend a little more time in the air-conditioned bars, restaurants and malls, which if one can walk in a straight line for 10 minutes without encountering one around here I have never been in that part of town.

Really, the weather is never so bad here that one ought to cancel a planned trip over it, imo.

[Nyezhov]

It can't be luck, because I don't have any, I'm just one unlucky bastard, I'm basically like Sam Jackson's character from Unbreakable. So the fact that with all my trips to Bangkok, and literally not once have I encountered a flood, makes me wonder how bad can it be? In this day and age of so-called news reporting with any number of opinions, gaslighting, and conspiracy theories, I'll even throw in my two cents and say it might not even be real.

Unless I've actually experienced it myself, I'll just go ahead and say there's no such thing as flooding in Bangkok, or at least no where near as bad as people say it is. You know why fellas? Cause how can bad things happen in a paradise like Bangkok?

So back to my point of luck. Follow me here. I'm very unlucky, and if Bangkok tends to flood, and my trips to Bangkok in the past have been random, surely one of those trips I would have been flooded out. But never happened, not even during the so-called rainy season, I. E. It doesn't actually flood. Makes sense to me.

Dudes, if you've experienced south east Asia as much as I have you'll know there's only 2 kinds of weather there. It's raining, or it's not. This talk of 'seasons' is just weird. It's the tropics, near the equator, friggin 12 hours of day, 12 hours of night, every day of the year, rinse and repeat, no deviations. Bring an umbrella for the rain, wear a hat and sunscreen for the relentless sun. That's it. Seasons? Weather? Beelzebub wept.

So you moved now from your cries for help based on your fantasy notions of Thailand to telling us about conditions on the ground during rainy season. Exactly how many days have you spent in Thailand over the past 30 years? 25?

Dudes, when it rains enough to flood, it floods. Even When it doesn't flood, the traffic gets worse. The city is barely above sea level, built on mud and riddled with old canals and ancient infrastructure.

And if you don't think there is a difference beyween the weather in Bangkok in November and the weather in May, you are mreley exposing your ign orance of what it is like there.

You should confine yourself to your You Tube fanatasy world. This place is for legit info, even though its lost sometimes in porn novels, dick measuring and stupidity. Don't add to the last point.

[Newton York]

I normally visit SE Asia a couple of times a year during the English winter (typically November and March).

During these months the weather in Thailand is normally very nice. However, I was thinking of visiting July time this year which is middle of the rainy season. I've been to Singapore many times, which has a fairly consistent climate of about 160 mm of rain each month and didn't notice it being particularly rainy. Bangkok is about 180 mm during the rainy season, so it doesn't look much worse than Singapore is all year round. However, you do hear some horror stories about flooding in Bangkok when it rains.

So how wet is the wet season. Does it seriously impinge on nocturnal activities?

It can't be luck, because I don't have any, I'm just one unlucky bastard, I'm basically like Sam Jackson's character from Unbreakable. So the fact that with all my trips to Bangkok, and literally not once have I encountered a flood, makes me wonder how bad can it be? In this day and age of so-called news reporting with any number of opinions, gaslighting, and conspiracy theories, I'll even throw in my two cents and say it might not even be real.

Unless I've actually experienced it myself, I'll just go ahead and say there's no such thing as flooding in Bangkok, or at least no where near as bad as people say it is. You know why fellas? Cause how can bad things happen in a paradise like Bangkok?

So back to my point of luck. Follow me here. I'm very unlucky, and if Bangkok tends to flood, and my trips to Bangkok in the past have been random, surely one of those trips I would have been flooded out. But never happened, not even during the so-called rainy season, I. E. It doesn't actually flood. Makes sense to me.

Dudes, if you've experienced south east Asia as much as I have you'll know there's only 2 kinds of weather there. It's raining, or it's not. This talk of 'seasons' is just weird. It's the tropics, near the equator, friggin 12 hours of day, 12 hours of night, every day of the year, rinse and repeat, no deviations. Bring an umbrella for the rain, wear a hat and sunscreen for the relentless sun. That's it. Seasons? Weather? Beelzebub wept.

[GrapeMan]

Absolutely agree. One thing I never understood about guys going to Thailand. Some spend more time online looking for a girl and hoping it's not a transgender or completely fake photos than just walking out the door and picking up a girl IRL. So many girls and options in Bangkok and Pattaya that seem better to me than sitting in my hotel room.

Pretty much my opinion as well. TF, fiwfans, etc. Just isn't for most people. This forum and others put WAY too much emphasis on them for no good reason. I get if you live there its a strong option, but for almost all other people going to Thailand, its just not particularly good or efficient since you have so many easy in person options.

Thermae, gogos, MPs, are all just easier, faster, often better options, and you don't have to go all over town or deal with messaging back and forth and flakey girls and questionable performances. I get if there's some fiwfans girl you have to have, but that's got to be the rare exception.

[Banana Boi]

Well you can wade for hours thru FIWfans photoshoppees, or go over to Thermae or some other venue.

Absolutely agree. One thing I never understood about guys going to Thailand. Some spend more time online looking for a girl and hoping it's not a transgender or completely fake photos than just walking out the door and picking up a girl IRL. So many girls and options in Bangkok and Pattaya that seem better to me than sitting in my hotel room.

[Sushruth]

An hour! And multiple times

*On March 13,2024, in a land far, far away. *.

I arrived in Thailand after an abysmal experience in Korea, determined to put all the money I had saved in Seoul to good use on the streets of Bangkok. After a long train ride into the heart of the city, I took a shower and got spiffed up for what was sure to be a night of shameless debauchery.

I made a beeline for Soi Cowboy and arrived around 7 pm My disappointing experience in Korea had left me on the cusp of sexual starvation. Now I was at the buffet, and it was time to eat.

I ducked in and out of a couple of go-go bars on the strip, extracting myself as politely as possible without buying a drink after not liking what I saw on stage. In the third bar (I don't recall the name, it was near the east end), about a dozen girls were dancing enthusiastically on stage, so I sat down for a drink. One had a cute face, nice little bubble butt, a few tattoos in the right places, and was the most energetic dancer. She seemed to me to clearly be the pick of the litter, so I had the hostess bring her over to me for a lady drink. 21 years old, very shy and innocent personality. She was an oasis in the desert to me after Seoul, so it didn't take much for me to bar fine her. 4,000 baht was the price for 2 hours back at my room (1 k for bar, 3 k for her). I should have haggled, but I knew I would give in to whatever she demanded anyway and preferred to spare myself the humiliation.

Back at the hotel, she gave very half-hearted oral for about a minute and a half and then looked up at me in defeat. She was bad at it, she informed me, as if I couldn't tell. I offered to help her improve her skills, but it really wasn't a problem for me. I had other plans for this girl. I was lion who hadn't tasted meat for weeks, and she was a gazelle lying helplessly beneath my paw.

She let out a few soft moans and the occasional squeal as I intensely pounded her pussy in the missionary position. Once she was nice and creamy, I flipped her over and enjoyed her doggystyle, running my hands over her back tattoos as her cute little bubble butt slapped against my waist and thighs. We f*cked for well over an hour but I don't think she came even once. I was a tad disappointed, but not surprised as the young ones rarely do in my experience. As I was flipping her over to ride me, I saw we had a problem. There was blood on my condom. My pent up passion had summoned Aunt Flo.

This normally would not be the end of things, except for the fact that she could not give head, and there was zero chance of her getting me off with her mouth. So I didn't even suggest continuing. I offered to pay her half under the circumstances. She asked for 2 k with pleading eyes, and I couldn't say no to that, especially after the brutal pounding she had just endured. So, total damage done was 3 k, but I still hadn't blown my load.

Another quick shower and then it was time to try my luck on the street. I strolled briskly down Sukhumvit Road looking for my next mistake. It was a Wednesday night but the stretch between Nana and Soi Cowboy was loaded with women. Or at least people who looked like women. I would estimate at least 70-80 workers on that stretch a little after 10 pm. Most were probably lady boys but it's very hard for me to tell. I took a few numbers as I went along, making sure to ask each of them to confirm they were female. That is never something you can assume in Bangkok.

I didn't see any especially enticing options, but I was actually looking for one woman in particular. A Thai lady in her late 30's who goes by the name of "Ja. " Some of you on here may know who I am talking about. Charges 2 k for an hour, strictly requires payment in advance, and will not give out her number. She stands on the street in front of the Westin wearing a face mask on most nights. Super professional and hands down the tightest pussy I've come across. Just thinking about having her bent over in front of me makes me shudder.

Anyway, I didn't see Ja by the Westin, so I walk back toward the hotel and wind up at a go-go bar in Nana Plaza. As soon as I sit down, a slender Thai vixen pounces upon me like a mountain lion ambushing her prey. She is the Thai version of Jessica Simpson in the "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'" music video. Wearing nothing but a string bikini, she grinds her crotch rhythmically on my thigh with her be-cup chest in my face. I wrap my hand around her waist as my bulge starts to grow. It's been a while since I've come, and I'm literally throbbing with desire. It doesn't take her long to figure that out. She reaches down and gropes my crotch in an urgent way that immediately tells me she's as horny as I am. "Mhmm, I like you a lot," she coos as my manhood strains against her kneading fingers. This eastern tigress then flickers her tongue devilishly inside my ear and my arm shoots to the sky. "Check please!

Back at my hotel, we proceed to have what might have been the best sex of my life so far. This was not an emotionally sterile transaction between a professional and a client, as had invariably been my experience with Thai working girls to this point. It was a untamed release of mutual carnal lust and desire. It was a clear-everything-off-the-table.

I-need-you-right-here-and-now type of sex that you only see depicted in the crescendo scene of a movie after the sexual tension has built to a point that it could no longer be contained.

There was no talk of money, time, or boundaries. On our walk to the hotel, I kissed her passionately on the lips and she returned the kiss like she had never wanted anything more in this world. Once alone in the room, we ripped each other's clothes off and stumbled into the shower. She promptly dropped to her knees and inhaled my throbbing rod as the water poured over our bodies. "Is this heaven?" I thought to myself, as my head slumped back and I let out a deep groan. "No," said the character from Field of Dreams. "This is Thailand. ".

After drying off, the action moved to the bed where I was able to get up close and personal with the most picturesque clean shaven pussy I can remember laying eyes on. I was tempted to service her without protection, as she had done for me, but I came to my senses just in time and used a dental dam. This beautiful lady writhed and cried out in pleasure as my mouth worshipped her pussy for a solid 30 minutes. I was determined to generously reward her for saving me from another night of disappointment. And so with my hands cupped around her breasts and my mouth over her clit, my tongue lapped and swirled on her pussy until she was dripping wet and shaking with pleasure.

Next it was time for the main course. My balls tensed as I pulled on a condom and entered her tight but soaking wet pussy. I am certain she would not have protested in the least if I had taken her raw, but I always err on the side of safety in these situations.

Although usually that amount of wetness would have made it hard to generate any friction, she was so tight that it only helped my cock to glide smoothly in and out. After just a few strokes, I knew her body was at my mercy. She screamed like a banshee as I plowed her in both missionary and doggystyle. For 45 minutes, I never let up. I covered her neck with kisses and our tongues danced inside each other's mouths. Her fingernails dug into my back as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her body. She whined, she begged, she cursed. Mostly in English. And this woman was loud enough that the entire hotel, hell maybe the entire city, knew what was happening.

As I write this report, smitten with the memory of that glorious night, I have two fine bruises on my shoulder in the shape of her mouth. I usually prefer to finish in doggystyle, but her pussy was such a perfectly snug fit for my cock that I couldn't resist busting inside her with her legs wrapped around my waist. After blowing my load, I collapsed into her arms, both of us drenched with sweat. It was a euphoric experience I will not soon forget.

Even with the deed done, she didn't ask for payment. Instead, I made the first move and gave her the 3 k I owed her. But rather than part, we layed in bed and talked for a while. Not too many personal details. She was in her mid-30's as it turned out but had ten times the energy of the 21-year-old I'd had earlier that night. She suggested we take a trip somewhere like Phuket in the future. I got her number. Then we went out together to another go-go bar where she used to work from 1-2 am, where I spent another 760 baht buying drinks for her and her friends that worked there. After the bar closed, she had to go home with one of the mamasans at the bar who she carpooled with. I kissed her goodnight and told her I would see her again the following night.

Bottom line: this woman was everything I was hoping to find in Thailand and more. Definitely the best 5 k baht (drinks included) I've ever spent.

However, the night was still not over.

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[Nyezhov]

Alright sir, thanks for the addons, could you please specify some more what would you recommend?

I love young, small sort of naive and inexperienced girls. In Pattaya, I find them even on Soi 6. In bkk, Couldn't find them on Soi cowboi, nana, and definitely not on the streets.

Your description sounds appealing, would love to hear some examples, thanks.

Well you can wade for hours thru FIWfans photoshoppees, or go over to Thermae or some other venue.

[KinkiTourist]

What did you do. Play cards for 30 minutes?

LOL. Why would we play cards when I can fuck her in multiple positions until she can't no more then I finish and go.

[KinkiTourist]

Let's get down to the nitty gritty here. If you don't live in Bangkok, and are visiting on a short-term basis, you are a blatant idiot if you waste your time on fiw fans.

Alright sir, thanks for the addons, could you please specify some more what would you recommend?

I love young, small sort of naive and inexperienced girls. In Pattaya, I find them even on Soi 6. In bkk, Couldn't find them on Soi cowboi, nana, and definitely not on the streets.

Your description sounds appealing, would love to hear some examples, thanks.

[KinkiTourist]

Myself and friends have never been asked to show tickets outbound from Thai immigration. Was you're in thailand, they don't give a shit. I was asked once by the airline when checking in on my inbound flight to thailand, before I left, and I just said I'm getting a train / bus to leave thailand to Laos / Cambodia and they said OK and that was it.

If you ever need a ticket though just find the cheapest bus or plane ticket you can and buy it, you can find stuff for like under US$20 or buy a fully refundable cheap one and refund it

Google it and rent a ticket for 16 $ before the flight, works like magic.

You welcome.

[KapnAmerica]

But the thing was, my first night in Bangkok was still not over. Some mongers would quit while they were ahead and call it a night. But some are incorrigible and insatiable. And on that night, I fell squarely into the latter category.

So I took another shower and hit the street at 2:30 am, with the single-minded goal of finding Ja. Seventy-five catcalls later, there she was, standing in her usual spot in front of the Westin. She didn't seem the least bit thrilled to see me, but that's just the way she is. Ja is very stoic but actually has a tender heart beneath that cold exterior. I thought all Thai working ladies were that way before I ran into my dream girl earlier that night.

Ja quoted me the usual "special" rate for me - 2 k baht for 2 hours. That was great, but I just got off a long flight and needed rest, I told her. The truth, of course, was that I had already spent 3. 5 of the previous six hours copulating with two other women, and my body needed to recover. That's too bad, she told me, because she was leaving town the next day and wouldn't be back for several days. Ja is a straight shooter and I knew she wasn't bullshitting. So I had a choice to make: suck it up and bang my favorite Bangkok street lady for pocket change, or possibly never get the opportunity again.

The choice was easy.

I didn't travel to the other side of the world to just miss out on the tightest pussy I've ever found anywhere. Besides, I was determined to compare Ja's pussy and performance to my latest tryst. And how better to do that than to experience both of them back-to-back on the same night. These are the situations that sexual stimulants are made for. So I told Ja that I needed to go back to the hotel and rest for a minute, and I'd return at 4 am To take her back with me. I hurried back to the room; popped a couple of pills, and relaxed while they took effect in my body. Ten minutes to four, I felt that familiar involuntary swelling in my dick and I ran down to hail a taxi. Ja was still there waiting for me.

I got her back to the room and she reminded me as soon as I got my clothes off of her pay-up-front rule. That was the first red flag. It's true that is how we had done it before, but I was young and naiive back then. Still, I stupidly agreed to it for old time's sake. As I reached for my wallet, she informed that she needed another 500 baht to help fund her daughter's education. With my pants down and the drugs coursing through my body, I wasn't about to raise a fuss over 500 baht, and she knew it. Ja had me right where she wanted me.

She started to put a condom on me for oral, but I demanded service with no condom as we had done before. She obliged but gave a the minus effort during the act. After a five-minute mediocre BBBJ, Ja insisted that I wear one of "her" condoms because she supposedly did not trust the safety of my Trojan Magnums. I protested hard but she wouldn't budge on it and I knew I had no.

Leverage because I already handed all the money over. Important lesson to note here, guys. Never pay 100% up front. It never turns out well. So I had no choice but to wear a condom that was way too small for my raging drug-induced hard-on. This was all part of Ja's plan.

Upset but still determined to try to get my money's worth, I hammered away on her pussy in the missionary position. She was bone dry and I had conveniently forgot to bring my lubricant on this trip (of course she denied having any either). Between the dryness, extreme tightness, and the miniature condom cutting off my circulation, it was far from a pleasurable experience.

It occurred to me then that this was all by design. Two years my senior, Ja was an expert in bedroom strategy. She knew the kind of stamina I had and understood that the only way she would make it out of my room at a decent hour and still able to walk straight was with a coordinated plan of attack. And she executed that plan to perfection. It soon became obvious why she had no issue agreeing to 2 hours even though we began in the wee hours of the morning. She knew she would be rid of me in 40 minutes or less. I was fighting a losing battle, and I knew it.

I made my last stand pounding Ja from behind in doggy. Even though my dick was practically numb from the loss of circulation, I took great satisfaction in knowing she was finally getting some payback. Her whimpers and yelps told me that she was counting down every second until my assault from behind finally ended. But I wasn't going to let her off the hook easy. Oh no. With Ja's ass in the air and her pussy squeezing my swollen phallus, I fantasized that I was taking her against her will. The taboo thought fueled my arousal and helped me stay rock hard despite the dismal conditions.

Eventually, I accepted the reality that there was no way I could cum in that condom, and I pulled out, much to her relief. Before I could suggest another position, Ja immediately announced that it was very late and she was tired. It was almost 5:00 in the morning and she is a single mother with a day job. I was aware of that and I sympathized with her. I started to suggest that she get me off with her mouth, but I knew that would be a futile endeavor in her exhausted and unmotivated state. Instead, she had another plan to get me off along. Before I could even react, she sat Indian-style in front of me on the bed and finished me with a rough and slimy handjob. Her nails cut into the bottom of my cockhead as her wrist gyrated at lightning speed. My fate was sealed before I could even protest.

I am sure Ja was rougher than necessary to return the favor for the punishment I had just doled out to her pussy. Karma is real and no one knows that better than the Thais. The result was a headache-inducing, zero-to-sixty forced ejaculation that sent sperm flying two feet into the air. After the first jet erupted from my body, she immediately pulled her hand away while I was still in the throes of orgasm. My helpless pleas for her to finish the job and coax the rest of the cum out of my shaft fell on deaf ears. As she got dressed, Ja asked how many women I had before her that day. I feigned innocence and she rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what I had been up to and I have to at least give her credit for being so astute. A quick peck on the cheek and Ja was gone into the night.

It didn't take long for the sobering realization to set in. I had effed up. On the bright side, I had just had intense, prolonged sex with three exotic Thai ladies in the span of 9 hours, and a part of me was proud of myself for that. But now I had a sore dick and my wallet was 10 k lighter, half of which had essentially been wasted. I knew there would be no more sex for me tomorrow. My body needed to recover. My rough experience with Ja had put me out of service, and I cursed myself for letting her have her way. I would gladly have paid 2500 baht in that moment to have my load back so I could go another round with my new lover the following night. But now that wasn't going to happen. My greed had caught up to me.

The next day I slept for about 14 hours. I woke up around 10 am And sent my new favorite lady a cheeky good morning message. Then I fell back asleep and didn't wake up until around 9 pm I had a message from her asking if I would come see her again that night. As much as I wanted to see her, I knew it would be a bad idea. Seeing her would mean sex, and I wasn't about to water down our legendary opening act with a pathetic follow up. On top of that, I was in uncharted territory. I had never had success with a bar girl before and I wasn't sure of the protocol. The idea of paying another bar fine when I had this woman's digits and she was clearly into me and had suggested that we take trips together didn't seem right. Or was it all just an act to bait me into becoming a regular client? A modus operandi. If so, I wasn't taking the bait. Not now at least. I wanted to see if she saw me as something other than a customer.

So I messaged her around midnight that my body was still adjusting to the time difference and I didn't feel like going out that night, but that she was welcome to come over and visit me after work. She didn't. No real excuse given, just sorry we couldn't get together. And that was that as far as I was concerned. She was probably upset that I didn't go to see her as I had promised, but there was nothing I could do. Maybe I'll see her again in the future.

The following night was my last night in Bangkok. I got a little antsy and decided to give one of the street walkers who had been messaging me a try. Name was Mimew. Asked for 3 k but immediately agreed to my 2250 counter. I had met this lady on the first night and had directly asked her if she was a lady boy. She said she wasn't. "Are you sure?" I taunted, staring down into her eyes with my face nearly touching hers. Yes, she said. And I believed her, so I took her number. She looked pretty good and had a nice full rack of fake boobs on a slender petite body. No way she could be a lady boy, right?

Well, I think you already know how this ends.

Red flag number one was that Mimew pulled down the curtain when "she" entered the bathroom to tidy up. The other three women had no problem showering or undressing in plain view. This immediately aroused my suspicions that something was off.

Mimew steps out of the bathroom fully naked and has what appears to be a well-trimmed pussy. "Her" body appears femine, petite even, with silky smooth skin. I offer to go down on Mimew with a dental dam but "she" declined saying that she didn't like that. Another major red flag, but Ja had also declined in a similar fashion so not enough to sound the alarm. Mimew then gets on the bed and proceeds to give me a BBBJ from the side. It was quality service, and I was really hoping I was just being paranoid.

Next, Mimew says "she" wants to ride me and asks if I have any KY Jelly. A third red flag, but this one completely got past me because I had already been cursing myself for not bringing any lubricant during my session with Ja. I told her I didn't, and she appeared very distraught about it. Too distraught. Mimew then guides my cock into the area underneath her crotch, which from my view from about two feet above, still look like a woman's anatomy. However, once my cock was inside and I had a few thrusts, I knew I'd been fooled. I pulled out and smelled the distinct odor of ass.

Still, I didn't want to argue or embarrass Mimew. I just told "her" it wasn't working for me. I offered to pay Mimew 1000 baht, which "she" eagerly accepted. After all, "she" had at least provided good oral service. Mimew profusely apologized but I told "her" it was alright. We both knew what was up. I actually was a bit impressed by the boldness and attention to detail in attempting to deceive me. It was definitely a lesson learned.

After that humilating episode, I was more than ready to get out of Thailand and move on to the Philippines.

[KapnAmerica]

*On March 13,2024, in a land far, far away. *.

I arrived in Thailand after an abysmal experience in Korea, determined to put all the money I had saved in Seoul to good use on the streets of Bangkok. After a long train ride into the heart of the city, I took a shower and got spiffed up for what was sure to be a night of shameless debauchery.

I made a beeline for Soi Cowboy and arrived around 7 pm My disappointing experience in Korea had left me on the cusp of sexual starvation. Now I was at the buffet, and it was time to eat.

I ducked in and out of a couple of go-go bars on the strip, extracting myself as politely as possible without buying a drink after not liking what I saw on stage. In the third bar (I don't recall the name, it was near the east end), about a dozen girls were dancing enthusiastically on stage, so I sat down for a drink. One had a cute face, nice little bubble butt, a few tattoos in the right places, and was the most energetic dancer. She seemed to me to clearly be the pick of the litter, so I had the hostess bring her over to me for a lady drink. 21 years old, very shy and innocent personality. She was an oasis in the desert to me after Seoul, so it didn't take much for me to bar fine her. 4,000 baht was the price for 2 hours back at my room (1 k for bar, 3 k for her). I should have haggled, but I knew I would give in to whatever she demanded anyway and preferred to spare myself the humiliation.

Back at the hotel, she gave very half-hearted oral for about a minute and a half and then looked up at me in defeat. She was bad at it, she informed me, as if I couldn't tell. I offered to help her improve her skills, but it really wasn't a problem for me. I had other plans for this girl. I was lion who hadn't tasted meat for weeks, and she was a gazelle lying helplessly beneath my paw.

She let out a few soft moans and the occasional squeal as I intensely pounded her pussy in the missionary position. Once she was nice and creamy, I flipped her over and enjoyed her doggystyle, running my hands over her back tattoos as her cute little bubble butt slapped against my waist and thighs. We f*cked for well over an hour but I don't think she came even once. I was a tad disappointed, but not surprised as the young ones rarely do in my experience. As I was flipping her over to ride me, I saw we had a problem. There was blood on my condom. My pent up passion had summoned Aunt Flo.

This normally would not be the end of things, except for the fact that she could not give head, and there was zero chance of her getting me off with her mouth. So I didn't even suggest continuing. I offered to pay her half under the circumstances. She asked for 2 k with pleading eyes, and I couldn't say no to that, especially after the brutal pounding she had just endured. So, total damage done was 3 k, but I still hadn't blown my load.

Another quick shower and then it was time to try my luck on the street. I strolled briskly down Sukhumvit Road looking for my next mistake. It was a Wednesday night but the stretch between Nana and Soi Cowboy was loaded with women. Or at least people who looked like women. I would estimate at least 70-80 workers on that stretch a little after 10 pm. Most were probably lady boys but it's very hard for me to tell. I took a few numbers as I went along, making sure to ask each of them to confirm they were female. That is never something you can assume in Bangkok.

I didn't see any especially enticing options, but I was actually looking for one woman in particular. A Thai lady in her late 30's who goes by the name of "Ja. " Some of you on here may know who I am talking about. Charges 2 k for an hour, strictly requires payment in advance, and will not give out her number. She stands on the street in front of the Westin wearing a face mask on most nights. Super professional and hands down the tightest pussy I've come across. Just thinking about having her bent over in front of me makes me shudder.

Anyway, I didn't see Ja by the Westin, so I walk back toward the hotel and wind up at a go-go bar in Nana Plaza. As soon as I sit down, a slender Thai vixen pounces upon me like a mountain lion ambushing her prey. She is the Thai version of Jessica Simpson in the "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'" music video. Wearing nothing but a string bikini, she grinds her crotch rhythmically on my thigh with her be-cup chest in my face. I wrap my hand around her waist as my bulge starts to grow. It's been a while since I've come, and I'm literally throbbing with desire. It doesn't take her long to figure that out. She reaches down and gropes my crotch in an urgent way that immediately tells me she's as horny as I am. "Mhmm, I like you a lot," she coos as my manhood strains against her kneading fingers. This eastern tigress then flickers her tongue devilishly inside my ear and my arm shoots to the sky. "Check please!

Back at my hotel, we proceed to have what might have been the best sex of my life so far. This was not an emotionally sterile transaction between a professional and a client, as had invariably been my experience with Thai working girls to this point. It was a untamed release of mutual carnal lust and desire. It was a clear-everything-off-the-table.

I-need-you-right-here-and-now type of sex that you only see depicted in the crescendo scene of a movie after the sexual tension has built to a point that it could no longer be contained.

There was no talk of money, time, or boundaries. On our walk to the hotel, I kissed her passionately on the lips and she returned the kiss like she had never wanted anything more in this world. Once alone in the room, we ripped each other's clothes off and stumbled into the shower. She promptly dropped to her knees and inhaled my throbbing rod as the water poured over our bodies. "Is this heaven?" I thought to myself, as my head slumped back and I let out a deep groan. "No," said the character from Field of Dreams. "This is Thailand. ".

After drying off, the action moved to the bed where I was able to get up close and personal with the most picturesque clean shaven pussy I can remember laying eyes on. I was tempted to service her without protection, as she had done for me, but I came to my senses just in time and used a dental dam. This beautiful lady writhed and cried out in pleasure as my mouth worshipped her pussy for a solid 30 minutes. I was determined to generously reward her for saving me from another night of disappointment. And so with my hands cupped around her breasts and my mouth over her clit, my tongue lapped and swirled on her pussy until she was dripping wet and shaking with pleasure.

Next it was time for the main course. My balls tensed as I pulled on a condom and entered her tight but soaking wet pussy. I am certain she would not have protested in the least if I had taken her raw, but I always err on the side of safety in these situations.

Although usually that amount of wetness would have made it hard to generate any friction, she was so tight that it only helped my cock to glide smoothly in and out. After just a few strokes, I knew her body was at my mercy. She screamed like a banshee as I plowed her in both missionary and doggystyle. For 45 minutes, I never let up. I covered her neck with kisses and our tongues danced inside each other's mouths. Her fingernails dug into my back as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her body. She whined, she begged, she cursed. Mostly in English. And this woman was loud enough that the entire hotel, hell maybe the entire city, knew what was happening.

As I write this report, smitten with the memory of that glorious night, I have two fine bruises on my shoulder in the shape of her mouth. I usually prefer to finish in doggystyle, but her pussy was such a perfectly snug fit for my cock that I couldn't resist busting inside her with her legs wrapped around my waist. After blowing my load, I collapsed into her arms, both of us drenched with sweat. It was a euphoric experience I will not soon forget.

Even with the deed done, she didn't ask for payment. Instead, I made the first move and gave her the 3 k I owed her. But rather than part, we layed in bed and talked for a while. Not too many personal details. She was in her mid-30's as it turned out but had ten times the energy of the 21-year-old I'd had earlier that night. She suggested we take a trip somewhere like Phuket in the future. I got her number. Then we went out together to another go-go bar where she used to work from 1-2 am, where I spent another 760 baht buying drinks for her and her friends that worked there. After the bar closed, she had to go home with one of the mamasans at the bar who she carpooled with. I kissed her goodnight and told her I would see her again the following night.

Bottom line: this woman was everything I was hoping to find in Thailand and more. Definitely the best 5 k baht (drinks included) I've ever spent.

However, the night was still not over.