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03-30-19 05:26 #45138Well sometimes desire and opportunity don't match.
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03-30-19 04:26 #45137I too had the opportunity to book Angelica mid October via Smooci and was very pleased. The first time I saw her profile I decided to book her. But when I wanted to renew the experience I never saw her show up again on the website. I assumed she had left. Originally Posted by AdamBastard
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03-30-19 01:11 #45136LOL. Well done mate, thoroughly enjoyed the reports. Thank you for sharing the stories in such a descriptive, amusing and informative manner. As weird as this might sound, I'm sure there's plenty of us that can't wait for you to get laid in the p4 p scene again, just to read your report about it. Haha. Originally Posted by Kumbu
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03-29-19 21:45 #45135Not sure if you are taking the "mickey" or if this did happen, but if you did fire up a doobie in the streets of BKK you have more courage than I have. The brown bombers would just love the opportunity to bust a farang with a joint. Originally Posted by Nyezhov
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03-29-19 18:55 #45134
ThaiFriendly.
Hey all mongers!
Thanks a lot for your replies guys. I'm coming back with a little feedback to what you suggested.
I can confirm that "looking for a serious relationship only" is just a pose. Picked up one girl I really liked but had this nonsense in her profile. Asked for her Line and started chatting. Wanted to go slow with her, we exchanged some pics. After just a few messages she suggested we meet. And then just a few texts more, she asked if she can accompany me to my hotel after our meet-up. I was like WOW, seriously, OK, no problem. And now she keeps asking if we can do this and that and of some things she is asking to do, my eyes are just popping out. Only limit is a threesome, but still. So now, I have a week in BKK of free sex with this sex crazed nympho.
So thanks again guys and long live all the mongers!
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03-29-19 14:08 #45133
Kumbos posts are so poetic they inspire me.
So here is my report for election night when Thermae was closed.
I saw her on the street lined up with all the other girls in front of Thermae. She was hot and skinny. I was feeling like a cheap Charlie, plus I wanted to get on the BTS before it shut down. So, I took her around the corner to a dumpster where she dropped to her knees for 1000 B. I finished in 2 minutes, she spit; I zipped up, fired up a doobie and hopped on the train.
I love Bangkok.
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03-29-19 13:38 #45132Nay! Thou sir, are the finest storyteller across lands far and wide. Originally Posted by Kumbu
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The person who coined the idiom "a picture is worth a thousand words" should have read these reports earlier to making such an observation. Thoroughly enjoyed reading them. Thank you.
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03-29-19 06:05 #45131
3-Day Bangkok Epoch.
I'm wrapping up a 3-day tour in Bangkok and wanted to share this epic adventure:
Tue at 1600 Wood bar. Lingling. Recommended by mamasan as best DT. She says she's 29, probably older. OK face but distracting mole between eyes. Slim, deflated tits, no ass but this is just a BJ, so who cares. Average to above average technique, knows how to use her long tongue, but the session was a bit rushed. 1,000 baht. 6/10.
Tue at 2000 Smooci. Angelica. 19, Filipina, 160 cm, 40 kg, good english. Perfect Asian GFE. Cute face but slightly spaced out teeth; not bad but could use braces. Amazing tiny and firm body with small tits and tight little bald pussy. Decent BBBJ, great FS, excellent GFE. She has been in Bangkok since October after splitting up with her boyfriend she was traveling with. She's on an 8 month visa, so she might not be available here for long. 2 HR /5,000 baht. 9/10.
Wed at 1500 New Bangkok Escort. Valentine. 21,146 cm, 38 kg, basic English. A tiny little sex kitten with an adorable face and soft body. Not chubby but not toned. Good sized tits, a squishy ass, and tight pussy. Nervous but playful attitude. On par with Angelica in every way, except her English wasn't great. 2 HR /5,000 baht. 9/10.
Wed at 2200 Bangkok Golden Escorts. Pim & Bell. I didn't confirm ages; website says 21 & 28 but maybe each a couple years older. Pim is gorgeous and everything I want in a girl: adorable face, amazing, natural tits, slim body, and beautiful tanned skin. She's friendly, although a bit shy and reserved, but that makes her seem innocent, which is a huge turn on. Bell has a more mature look, fair skin with bolt ONS and a pretty firm body. She's a very experienced provider and knows what guys want. Amazing 3-way experience and I could not ask for more from these two girls. Lots of different positions, but my best memories will be double BBBJ and watching Pim play with a toy, while I fucked Bell in the ass. Only downside with booking threesomes is when the girls chat with each other in Thai and I have to sit there looking clueless. 2 HR /16,000. 9/10.
Thu at 1300 Doki Doki. Kyoko. Originally booked Kiss but when I showed up the girl said she was on her period so I went with Kyoko. OK face, chubby girl but firm breasts with thick ass and legs. Bubbly personality makes up for looks and she's an amazing provider. Great B2B, BBBJ and FS, decent Thai massage. She had multiple orgasms during FS and she couldn't get enough. If she was more physically attractive she'the be 10/10 for sure. 90 min /3,500.8/10.
Thu at 1800 La Belle. Pang #D41.22,157 cm, 42 kg, 200 CC bolt ONS, OK English. With her facial features, good makeup, and tiny body type, she looks like a Thai Ariana Grande. Seriously! Tight little body with man made breasts that fit her perfectly with no scarring. Just a super cute girl and excellent provider. She did everything and took a pounding like a champ. She was so sexy, I wanted to DATY, but she declined. Other than that, no complaints and I highly recommend her. 90 min /6500.9/10.
Thu at 2200 Baccara. Tan. Didn't ask her age but probably late 20's to early 30's, 157 cm, probably under 50 kg, the size bolt ONS, decent English but for some reason kept speaking to me in Thai. She has dark skin and exotic features: wavy hair, with thick, fake eyelashes and heavy makeup made her look Indian or Persian. I didn't see her naked at the gogo, but when I was feeling her up, everything felt pretty tight and I didn't notice anything out of place. Come to find out she has a see section scar and a bit of baby damage, but nothing too horrible. Pussy wasn't as tight as I like, the sex wasn't bad, but everything was super rushed. I enjoyed squirting lotion on her tits for TF and busting all over her chest. I've never seen a girl in such a hurry to leave after a session to get back to the club. 3000 baht ST + 1240 for BF & 2 LD. 5/10.
Fri at 0500 Smooci. Lamia. 28, African from Batswana, 155 cm, probably over 50 kg, good English. Body looked better in pics, she had C tits but they were flat, a little beer belly, but a bubble butt and skinny legs. Gave a decent BBBJ, but had no passion when she got into CG. I tried a bunch of different positions but she seemed to only like reverse CG with me controlling and doggy. Very mediocre performance by her. 1 HR /5000 baht. 6/10.
Fri at 0900 Smooci. Maria. 25 (but probably a few years older), Filipina / Peruvian mix, 168 cm, maybe 55-60 kg, 36 D+ and huge ass. I booked her out of pure curiosity of her ethnic mix and body type, but this turned out to be an amazing experience. Spicy Latina mixed with the outgoing Filipina personality and a body that defies all logic. She says she's all natural and I honestly couldn't tell. I was squeezing the shit out of her ass and tits and couldn't find any signs of plastic. Amazing PSE, on par with anything you've seen in a video. Not my usual type of girl but I'll be damned if that wasn't the craziest sex I've ever had. 1 HR /8000 baht. 10/10.
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03-29-19 04:26 #45130
My Two cents.
I didn't think I would ever say this but I miss Monkey Paw. Similar personality to some recent in the third person contributors but more creative and imaginative and definitely less long winded.
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03-29-19 04:22 #45129
Exchange rate.
Yesterday found that best exchange rates were offered in terminal 21.
For aud 20.59 at airport. Checked 5 different kiosks.
21.5 at sukhimvat road.
21.9 at terminal 21.
I would now change as I go.
Staying in Grand business inn, Soi 11.
Walking distance to everything. Clean room with firm bed. Very clean toilet / shower.
24 hours restaurant.
Paid TBH 2600 for 2 nights.
Checked twister. Very cute girl in jacuzi. Very pushy mamasan. I actually told her that I am getting bored because of her and if she isn't so puahy may be people will spend more.
Went to spanky. Good range of girls but seating so cramped that when a 150 kg dude 6 ft away from me farted, everybody almost puked. But here servers / mamasan actually worl for you. Even if you fail to get an eye contact due to cramped seating amd other factors just ask any of the servics ladies and she will make sure your eye candy lands in your lap even if she is on stage or shower. They ask barfine 1000 and girls st 3000.
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03-28-19 11:09 #45128Thanks man, I did figure out mixxx an all but was wondering if there is anything else. Originally Posted by Nyezhov
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Also, unfortunately I am going to be there on a Monday and Tuesday night.
Do you think there is any action happening on those days?
Appreciate your help.
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03-28-19 09:22 #45127
Land of the Midnight Sun
Given how the previous 3 hours had gone, Kumbu was feeling particularly pugilistic tonight. Recall that in my last post (found here), I told you about how I had repeated with Naan of Thermae. The first time with her was great, but the second time, she revealed herself as less than the divine goddess that I had made of her in my own mind. But so off-putting was the experience that while I was actually fucking her, I began to lose interest, and I lost my erection. I mean, horny as hell, I am actually mid-coitus, and little Kumbu says "aah, fuck it", rolls over and takes a nap. [/quote]I was aghast, as was Naan, but such is life. But the thing that really hurt me, to be honest, was that my last night in Bangkok was ending in a whimper like this. No, I needed vindication from this missed opportunity. I needed to find success tonight, or else I would regret it all the way back home.
So after Naan beat it, I stayed in my room for a while just trying to physically and mentally recover from that experience. And when I was ready, I was fuckin' ready. I was itching for some perversion, and I wanted none of the niceties that I typically seek out. Debauchery was on the menu, and Kumbu wanted himself a healthy serving.
It was almost midnight now, on my last evening in Bangkok. My flight departed at 7 am, so I had until around 4 am. Here's the plan, Kumbu: hit NEP, see what you can find. If you get lucky, you will find a jewel. You will bring her back to your room and do lots of dirty and deranged things with her lady parts, and rid yourself of this sense of missed opportunity. Once cleansed, you can then reassess where you are. One possibility is to scamper off to Mixx for one last dip in the ocean, time permitting. If not, then off to the airport it will be. Goddam, even at midnight, in Bangkok it's like it is midday, at least with respect to finding women to fuck.
Two Pistols a-gunning
So I hit NEP. I walked through the halls of the hallowed institution a little with a fire in my eyes. I walked around, energy in the pit of my stomach, a buzz in my balls, strutting like a peacock, poking my head in here and there, and trying to get a sense of what's where. I did not keep track of which places I looked into, I just went in, eye-balled the talent (or lack thereof), and made mental notes of whether I should return or not. All I can say is that the vast majority of the bars I walked into were not worth a moment of my time, and many of them are to be avoided for a singular, wretched reason. And that reason is dick. As in LB dick.
Anyway, I found my way into Billboard, ready to conquer the world. I had the memory of Phammy high in my mind. She's the one I had gone with a few nights earlier: she is a student, and so only comes to Billboard on Fri, Sat and Sun. I therefore knew I would not see her tonight, and that was kind of a relief. I always hate the awkwardness of having to see someone you went with earlier, and having to avoid going with her again. I know it should not bother me, since all I have to do is be a man and make my preferences known, but it's a social awkwardness that I would sooner just avoid.
I walked in and it was busy, but not as busy the last time I had gone. The previous time was around 9 pm on a weekend, and now it was around midnight on a Tuesday. I was escorted to the bath area, which was a little disappointing. I was interested in the carousel, but why not try the bath?
I was seated bath-side, facing away from the carousel. I asked to move, and I was moved to the side of the bath, so I could see the carousel and be next to the sudsy ladies in the bath. Some of the girls were eye candy. One in particular had a super figure. She was so well proportioned, with a delicate face, and no obvious evidence of child birth or child rearing. But she seemed utterly uninterested in anyone, not even the other girls, and that was a bad sign.
One of the girls was eyeing me, but she was not my cup of tea. So I tried my best to suppress the instinct to smile when our eyes met, and I am happy to say I managed to do so. So after a few failed attempts by her to make contact, she turned her attention elsewhere. That was a mini-success for me, to be honest.
As I was busy trying to fight off the long distance courtship from the bath lady, a soft butt check pressed up against my left hand. I looked over and a girl was bending over trying to fiddle with something on her leg stocking. And as she bent over, her butt was rubbing against my hand, which was rested on my left knee. I turned my hand slightly so her butt cheek would run against my palm instead of the back of the hand, and after just a few seconds of having that silky loveliness in my hands, the jig was up and she squealed at embarrassment at how she had been taken advantage of. "I doth protest! You sir, are a scoundrel!" She mock slapped me, and pointed at me like I was the rascal of the century, and of course I grinned quite proudly.
So she took this as an opportunity and moved in closer. She was a touchy kind. She came right up against me, rubbed herself all over me. She took my hands and put one on her ass and the other inside her bikini top on her breast. She encouraged rubbing, which I gladly conceded to. This went on for about 10 minutes. At that point, she told me it was her turn to go into the bath tub, so she walked off, and my eyes were glued to her backside as she walked.
Her ass was shapely, round, though not perfect. I was not as sharp or delineated as one might hope for. But it was still a very good quality ass. Her legs were slender, but somehow thick. I mean, they were shapely, but perhaps not as curvaceous as I like. But again, in absolute terms, her legs were very pretty. I guess after 8 days of gazing at the finest female lines on the planet, I was getting very spoiled.
As she danced in the bathtub I saw her moves, which were good. I noticed her waist was very slender, which was good, and her hips were medium in width. Her face was actually very different. She had a sharp nose, and eyes that were very exotic. She did not have the typical Isaan girl look, though the chances were well above chance that she was indeed from Isaan. I was enjoying what I was seeing, and the whole time we were playing googly eyes.
When she returned, she immediately took my hand and stuck it roughly into her bikini bottom. I felt a well trimmed Bush, and I enjoyed running my fingers through the hair. But she took my hand and dug it deeper. I ended up feeling her lips and her clit, rubbing them for a good long time. This girl was a keeper, obviously.
A few minutes later, almost as if it had been practiced (wait. . . You don't think. . . ? the waitress asked if I wanted to buy a LD. Of course I did, and the courtship moved into phase 2. Her name is Naat, same as a girl I went with a few days earlier, good god, how am I to keep track of this all? 21 years old, no babies, from Isaan, been at Billboard for 4 months, likes farang, not Japanese, because farang can enjoy. Or so she says.
Across the way were a couple of other dudes who had hooked up with their own respective girls. One was a white guy in his mid-50's with a small spinner, and the other was a brownish guy in his mid-40's. They were groping their respective girls quite shamelessly, and at some point, they both agreed to bar fine their girls. So the girls tittered off to get themselves ready, and that cued me to get a move on.
So we closed the deal: 700 BF, 3000ST, and off she went, following the other two girls. I waited, looked around, sipped my drink, and occasionally looked at the naked female figures on display. Eventually the white dude's girl returned and off they went for some fornication. And a few minutes later, the brown dude's girl arrives, and off they go for the same. So I assume my girl will be out any minute. But it was a full 10 minutes before she emerged, and I wondered what the delay had been about. But no worries, I grabbed her hand, and off we went.
She was wearing a one-piece top and short outfit (what are those things called? I forget). It was black and white stripped, and the bottom part hugged her bottom very well. It accentuated her ass extremely well, and it got my motor running. Not that I needed any assistance I was fucking locked and loaded. The walk back to the hotel was fine. We held hands, which always feels like a fucking victory parade to me. It's like telling the world that you caught this whopper and you're taking it back for a right shag. I had a dumb grin on my face, and when I looked over at her, she had something like a content smile on her face. She was looking down, quite demur, the whole way back, not in any way revealing what was about to happen to me.
We got back to the hotel, and as we entered the lobby I noticed that her hands were a little clammy. We did the ID card at the front desk, and as we did that, I noticed that she was speaking very quickly. I mean, it was rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat fast, almost like the disclaimer at the end of a pharmaceutical radio commercial. I did not notice that earlier at Billboards, but thought nothing of it. Into the elevator we went, and this is where the story takes a turn away from the mundane.
Pantera Peligrosa
In the elevator, I looked at her, and noticed that she seemed very jumpy. Her head was flitting this way and that; she was looking up at the numbers on the elevator panel, then down at her feet, then across the other side of the elevator, all in very rapid fashion. Something was up; she seemed nervous. I chalked it up to being in the opening stanza of a P4 P concerto with an unfamiliar foreign male. I can imagine how nerve wracking it must be. After all, there is a serious chance of physical violence in these kinds of encounters, so I figured she was nervous.
I then looked at her face, and a shudder went through my body. Her eyes were. . . Fucking. . . What the fuck were they?! I rubbed my eyes quickly and then leaned in to take another look. What I saw was downright M. Night Shyamalanesque. Her pupils looked dilated to the point of absurdity. In fact, her pupils were so large, they completely obscured her irises. Imagine looking at eyes with large, black, soulless circles in the middle. Moreover, the iris / pupils were not quite circular. They had a slight elliptical quality, long-side vertical, much like a cat. It was so off-putting I could not look any more: it was making me sick to the stomach! So I looked away, unable to hide the wild state of my mind.
I suddenly felt vertigo. I mean, it was like I was in an episode of the X-files, and it was making me physically sick!
This was not natural. I felt a sense of dread suddenly fill me. What the fuck have I gotten myself into here? There is something very wrong with this girl, and I don't know what exactly. I think this girl was high. I mean, I think she was fuckin' lit to the eyeballs. My mind raced back to when I was in the bar with her. I know her eyes were definitely not like this when we were courting in Billboard: I looked her straight in the eyes several times, and there was nothing funky about her eyes then. Nor was she this jittery. And then I remembered waiting for her at Billboard, after BFing her, and wondering why it took her so long to get back. Remember? Those other two girls who had been BFed at about the same time came back a full 10 minutes earlier. My girl must have been lighting up her meth pipe and blasting half her gray matter out the back of her head. Goddam, and this is my last night too. . . Kumbu, what is the matter with you today?!
I looked back at her, hoping that it had all been an apparition or a glitch in my visual system, but alas no, everything was confirmed. But then I looked at her again, and this time I noticed the expression on her face. She was looking right at me (I think. . . It's hard to tell with those monster cat eyes), and there was a naughty little smirk on her face. She had detected my mother-of-god freak out, and she seemed to be enjoying it somewhat.
I puzzled over this a moment. What exactly was going on here? Why was she smiling? Why was my discomfort a pleasure to her? And how does a girl this high even notice such things? Especially through those mega-pupils of hers?
And then I realized that things were not as Freddy Krueger as I had feared. I don't know what it was about her smirk, but it really soothed my nerves. What it said to me was "the joke has worked", and somehow that made me feel better. Like some level of predictability (but not yet normalcy) had returned to the situation.
She says to me, "You like?" And I cocked my head a little. And she points to her eyes. And I thought for a little longer than I needed to, and finally, FINALLY, put it together. Her eyes were this unnatural shape not because she was high, but because she had put on contacts during that extra 10 minute break back in Billboard. It was a rouse to fuck with me, and fuck with me it had. I soon realized that she was indeed high, but the eyes had nothing to do with that. I know there is no god, but Fuck you God, for your Beelzebub sense of humor.
She smiled, and then her head flitted to the left and she pointed at the lights in the elevator and said "Nii! She then looked at the elevator floor indicator and pointed and said "Nii!" She then looked at me and said my name really loud and crazy. She then looked down at her feet and started singing under her breath.
Fuck. Me. This girl was as high as a kite, and I had no idea what was going to happen. High as a kite, or off her meds, I did not know which one. And both seemed quite frightening to me.
We get into the hotel room and she runs in like a girl running into a meadow of flowers: she had her hands up in the air, she pranced along on her tip-toes, and she danced in circles all the way in, humming gently. I stood and watched in numbed bewilderment from the minibar, where I had paused, thinking "Dear god, I might need a drink. " She dumped her bag on the couch, and danced around the room a little and ended up next to me nuzzling her mouth into my neck, like a little ground animal burrowing into a mound of earth. Not normal behavior, folks, not normal.
She said my name, then said it again and nuzzled her mouth back into my neck, quite hard it must be said. Then she turned and sang my name all the way back to the couch. It's very weird for a Thai WG to be saying my name this often. It was almost as if she kept forgetting my name and then spontaneously remembering it. If I had some Ritalin I would have slipped it into the drink she was about to have. She plonked down on the couch and said "You have dink for me?" I opened the minibar and within seconds she was next to me rummaging through the offerings. She picked the grey Baccardi wine cooler, then switched to the orange Baccardi, then said she wanted the grey one, and then paused, thinking, and then settled on the orange one. I popped it open for her and she sat back down on the couch sipping her alcoholic beverage.
In my experience, when girls pop open the Baccardi, they are looking for some fun. It's a little bit of an anti-inhibitor, which works wonders on what finds its way onto the menu later in the night. So I was pleased to offer her this, though I was concerned about mixing alcohol with whatever variety of ding-dong that was jiggling around in her head.
I sat next to her and we went through pictures on her phone. She showed me herself in real life, and what she looked like when in school, and what her pets look like. I felt this was a carefully curated set of pictures that were probably in a special folder in her phone gallery. Nothing untoward, nothing too racy, and nothing too revealing, e. G. , boyfriend, parents, children, etc. But still, it's nice seeing these pictures.
We do this for 5-6 minutes, and then she suddenly stops, takes a deep breath, and then looks at me, looks at the half-drunk Baccardi, looks at me, looks at the Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi, me, Baccardi. . . And then she snaps her head back and chugs the Baccardi down.
Gone. I expected her to let out a big sailor-belch at the end, but no. Her face looks a tad puzzled for a moment as she stares out to space, and then she looks at me and smiles.
Freeky, I know. Let me stress, though, that I had no evidence that she was intoxicated or impaired in any way. This may just be how this crazy lady is. She was not staggering, or slurring her words, or anything like that. Moreover, she proceeded through the expected acts of an NEP worker expeditiously and expertly, suggesting some level of cognitive coherence. If she was totally shit-faced, none of this would have happened. So whatever it was, it was not being drunk or impaired in the regular sense.
She hops up, grabs my hand and off we waltz to the shower. She disrobes and hangs her clothes and hops into the shower, and I soon follow. She rubs me good and proper, and I rub her buttocks very, very well. Lather, wash, lather, wash, lather wash. Yummy.
She pushes me aside and points to the corner of the walk-in shower, indicating that I should stand there and watch. She then cleans out her pussy and as she does so, she looks at me and says "See? I clean good for you. " Ah, hah, heh, eyyyy, yah. And then she turns around, bends over slightly, revealing her butt crack, and soaps up really well. As she does this, my eyes are glued to her crack, watching with great love and admiration as soapy lather oozes out of her butt crack. And then I notice that her head is cocked slightly, and over her shoulder I see that her right eye is fixated on me, kind of like a rooster eyes you as it turns its head, and her expression said, "See? I clean good for you. ".
We wash off, quickly dry off and high tail it back to the bed. She makes a great show of tossing the towel aside, and as she does so, she looks at the light in the corner of the room, points at it, and says in a high pitched voice, "Nii!
WTF, girl, WTF?!
Sphinctal Stimulation
I approach her from behind, gently place my hands on her hips and guide her down to the bed. I rub her body with my hands a few times gently, hoping to calm her nerves. She was clearly a little hyper, and somewhat frazzled, and I was afraid it might get out of hand. But she calmed down nicely. She sensed the maestro was about to start the show, so she lay back and let me do my thing. I kissed her from head to toe, enjoying her skin, and pressing her flesh in all the right places. Her flesh was surprisingly firm, yet the skin was gossamer thin, which made for a totally delightful combination.
I worked my way down her front, skirting the pubic region. I did the front of her legs, then flipped her over and worked my way slowly, ever so slowly, lovingly, painfully, up her legs. I lingered far, far longer than I needed to on her calves, knowing this would be the last pair of Thai legs I gorge on for a good long time, and gorge on them I did. I slathered them with spittle and finger prints in a way that embarrassed even your hero Kumbu. But it had to be done, gents.
I then found myself engorged in butt cheeks. They were largish, not particularly fatty or anything, and fairly well toned. Her skin was pert and clear (none of those leathery patches where the seat of the butt meets the chair). As I kissed her butt cheeks, she slowly maneuvered, gently turned around and presented her little pussy to me. It was small, well trimmed, and pert. She had a largish clit, small lips, and an almost impossible to find vagina. I was not sure how this was going to work, but it would be fun finding out.
I worked my magic for a good 10 minutes before she started to react, and her reactions were these small high pitched squeals. She had not orgasmed yet, but she was getting there. My tongue and lips were getting tired (DATY every night for 8 nights in a row, that's not for the weak-tongued, that's for sure), but the one thing I know about DATY is that once you get to the stage where whimpering and hair-grabbing is occurring, you do not stop. DO NOT STOP! So I persevered, and a good 5 minutes (an eternity) went by, and I was hoping for a crescendo. But all I got was more squealing and hair tugging.
But I kept at it. And a few minutes later, very unexpectedly, she began to lift her body. She lifted her body high up such that her hips were a good 12 inches off the bed. I had to get up onto my knees to get access to her pussy, so high were her hips. So I sucked and poked and whipped with my tongue in that position for another minute before she lifted her hips even further! Wow, gymnastics! So I sat up fully and looked on to her pussy, perfectly presented to me with her back arched into an impossible curve! That sight gave me new strength and I dove in with mad abandon. I inserted my tongue into her pussy right down to the root of my tongue. I tongue fucked her as deep as I could, and with my lips I stimulated her clit as best I could. Truth be told, that was an absolutely hedonistic moment for me, but her whimpers seemed to slow a little. And so I went back to the regular suck, lick and whip.
But a moment later, she reached down wither hand and pushed my head down. Her pussy was still high up in the air, maybe 18 inches off the bed, and so I could just sit there comfortably and suck away at her pussy. But she was pushing my head down. Down? Where do you want me to g Oh. Oh, down into the brown abyss. I see.
So I stooped down and came up from beneath her and slathered my tongue all over her asshole.
And this is where she let out the loudest screech of the night. It wasn't one of displeasure of disapproval. It was definitely one of "Oh yeah, right there!" And so I did it again, and she gasped for air. I took that as license, and I flipped her over, pulled her butt cheeks open and plunged right the fuck into that asshole. I circled, prodded, flitted, zig-zagged, and just sucked the most holy crap out of that asshole. Forgive the pun, because I don't think I actually ate any crap, but goddam it was crazy.
I was enjoying this so terribly much, and apparently so was she. But as this happened, she suddenly popped her head up, looked at the light next to the bed and said "Nii!" I tried not to let that faze me, but seriously, it was very worrying. Nonetheless, I had my tongue in this girls rectum, little Kumbu was the shade of an Okinawan sweet potato, and so whatever kind of crazy this girl was coming with was going to have to take a ticket because I got bidness to attend to.
But just then, she spins her head around and looks at me eating her ass out, and she shouts in an alarmed voice "Not same-same!
Huh?
She pulls away, much to my horror and dismay. But quickly I realized that good things were coming. She mounts me again, this time in the 69 position, and she sticks her butthole back into my face, and she jams little Kumbu into her mouth. She takes him all the way, wow, you go girl, I mean, you GO GIRL! So I took a moment to enjoy the sensation, and then I opened my eyes to enjoy the ultra-close-up view of her pussy and her asshole.
I took a deep breath in, savoring the mustiness of her odor. I then started to gently run my fingers over the architecture of her under-carriage. I gently rubbed her asshole (which remember, was on top, mere millimeters from my boggle-eyed face). I felt the little crinkles, the wetness of my spittle from the earlier rimjobbing. I then brought my finger lower to her taint, and I pressed that gently, which evoked a whimper from her. I played a little with her pussy lips, and tried to reach the clit, but it was too far beneath for me to reach. So I opened my tongue up like the sail of a small boat and let the wind catch it. It flapped open and with that wide, flat tongue, I began to sweep my tongue across her pussy, from bottom to top, all the way up to her asshole. She got these sweeping pussy-to-asshole swabs, and then asshole-to-pussy swabs, and I began to hear these muffled moans coming from her dick-filled mouth.
It did not last long, because about 2 minutes into this most awesome of asshole-pussy worshipping, the girl fucking orgasmed. She clenched her butt tight and proper around my face, she released little Kumbu from her mouth, her back arched tight and proper, her legs squeezed around my ears tight and proper, and she fucking orgasmed, tight and proper. She squealed long, high and loud, just like you imagine a meth-crazed anal queen would. Tight and proper.
Afterwards she pulled aside and gasped for air, releasing my face from her butt-hold. I gasped for air, trying to understand why I had taken the submariner route to orgasm, and only slowly realizing that this had been her plan all along.
We lay there a few minutes and she came over and rested her head on my chest. After a few minutes she poked my nipple playfully. I am very sensitive on the nipples, so I pulled away, and this gave her all the info she needed. She poked me again, and I pulled away. Then she pinched me on the nipples, and I pulled away even more. Then she suddenly got up and dove in with her face and put her mouth right onto my right nipple and bit me! Aaaah, fuck girl, what are you doing? I mean, it was not a hard bite, more playful than anything, but she had figured out that I was over-sensitive on my nipples and she was fucking with me. She saw the irritation on my face, and she smiled. She said my name playfully, and then went in for another bite on the left nipple! As she grabbed the nipple between her teeth, she was muffling my name through giggles and nipples! It would have been fucking hilarious if it wasn't so fucking painful! I was definitely not angry at her, since she was just showing energy and character. But the nipple biting has got to stop!
Then she quickly switched to the right nipple, and before I could punch her in the face, she switched to the left, and then the right, and then the left. . . Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
So I finally decided to man up and I pushed her aside with a little bit of force. She got the message, though she smiled naughtily at me.
So she asks me for a condom, and I slip on Mr Trojan. She lies there in missionary position as I pump away, no particular goal in mind. Just simple fucking, nothing to see here. We fuck for a few minutes, then over onto her side for a few minutes more, and then she hops onto me for CG for a few minutes, and then reverse CG for a few minutes more. She then gets off me, stands up next to the bed and bends over on the bed, her hands propping her up, bent at the waist. She looks at me like I am dumb and motions for me to get on her, like "come on Frodo, hop on!
So Frodo jumps up, gets off the bed, and mounts her from behind. It's been a while since I fucked standing up, and it's loads of fun, obviously. As we proceeded, she gently moved forward, shimmying inch by inch, until we were both back on the bed in regular doggie position. And I don't need to tell you what happened next.
Visual brilliance. . . Hands on butt cheeks. . . Pert asshole. . . Over-stimulation. . . Aaaah. . . Heave. . . Mmmph.
I crumpled like the paper tiger that I am, clutching at her hips and around to her belly, whimpering like a baby. We paused there, both in silence, as the buzzing ebbed, and then she grabbed the base of the trojan and slipped little Kumbu out of his adopted home, once and for all.
We cleaned up independently, and when I got out of the shower, she was dressed and ready to go. I slipped 4000 baht into her purse, she did not look at it, but gave me a hug and pranced over to the door. I opened the door for her, and as she exited, she turned around. I expected her to say something warm, or to ask me to come to Billboard again, or to suggest we stay in touch by Line. But instead, she looked around for the room number. She saw it and she read it out loud in English "Three. . . Zero. . . Nine". She looked at me briefly, and I could see the numbers running through her mind. She looked at the room number again and said slowly, in English, "Three. . . Zero. . . Nine". And then she looked at me. Again, I waited for her to say something, and she opened her mouth, a small smile slipping onto the sides of her lips, and she said. . . "Ok", and she turned and dashed off to the elevator.
Only then did I figure out what was happening. She was memorizing the room number so when she returned to the front desk for her ID, they would quickly give her back her ID, call me, and she could then leave. I'm sure they could do it without the room number, but it must expedite matters. And sure enough the phone rings, and I hear "Mr Kumbu sir, your guest is leaving, is everything in order?" My first thought was "Well, her asshole is royally sucked, her pussy is fabulously fucked, and my dick is monumentally limp, so yes, things are just about in order. " But instead of saying that, I said "Yes, thank you" and hung up the phone.
The Pendulum Swings
I then packed up my belongings, checked out of the hotel at the amazing hour of 4 am and took a taxi to the airport. Usually, as I depart Thailand, I feel a sense of loss, a sense of depression, a sense of longing to stay. I know life back in the States will not be anything like as exciting and fulfilling as here, but return I must. And I never know when (or indeed if) I will return to this wonderful land. But this time, for some reason, I did not feel that way. I felt quite fulfilled, and quite content. I had fucked and fucked and fucked, to the point of exhaustion. I had failed and I had succeeded; I had met several new girls, and learned quite a lot about the P4 P scene in Thailand, despite the fact that I have been coming here for decades. And that to me is the sign of a successful mongering trip. It's the sign of a successful anything, actually.
So now, my friends of the ISG, I come to the end of my mini-series of reports. After 8 very fulfilling days, the arc of my mongering has reached it's pinnacle, and it has begun to swing back in the other direction. I'll see you again where the pendulum ends.
Your pal,
Kumbu.
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03-28-19 09:05 #45126You're correct, any foreigner should try to be very honest and complying to all their laws these times. It looks like their immigration politics are really going downhill very fast and they take advantage of any mistakes to throw a rock at foreigners. Originally Posted by Nyezhov
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03-28-19 06:20 #45125Hi, Originally Posted by Siamsin
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I have been using airbnb since 2016. Two time before both for a week. I will check inn an apartment through airbnb tomorrow again. As Siamin is saying. Nobody really cares.
BTW. Siamin, I have been reading you reports. They are great thanks for the tips and links to search for some contact with nice Thai woman. Any pointers how to contact your friend Anna?
Hope I will be able to share my experiences of my visit the coming days in BKK soon.
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03-28-19 05:18 #45124Hi, Originally Posted by Siamsin
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I'm using airbnb since 2016, every time an apartment for a week. On Friday I will check inn at one of them again. Till now always a good experience and as Siamsin saying. Nobody really cares.
BTW. Siamsin I've been reading your reports. All of them very nice. I hope I will have something to report here and share with you the coming days. During my stay in BKK. Any pointers how to reach your friend Anna of your reports. ?? Thanks for all the other tips ans sources to contact some nice woman.
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