Pattaya Reports

[Sunlover2]

Price should be 500-800 baht. They ask 1000, but will except less.

The price for ladies on Beach Road was 500-600 baht for S/T last month, with some good selections to be had. I pulled girls as early as 7am (morning wood hunters departing their LT dates) and as late as 1am. The selection was hit and miss to be sure. A horrid selection would give way to a decent selections a few hours later.

SunLover

[Big Daddy 1906]

One of many. It reads as if a journalist sat in his London office has done a little online research before penning this shit. How many guys has had a girl coo at him and 'I want to be your girlfriend' sounds a bit contrived. 'I wanna go with you' or 'Hello, hansum man' is more realistic.

And, wow, 40% of the girls HIV-positive!!

Of course, tabloids the world over seldom allow the truth get in the way of a good story. The Sun is renowned for printing this sort of salacious, self righteous crap in between the page three pin-ups and ads for sex chat lines.

I wonder how they got a clear shot inside Classroom. Willie doesn't play that crap and would have beaten the crap out of the photographer had he found out. I'm also surprised that they didn't blur out the guys sitting in the club.

[Mr Enforcer]

i would have had to give her more money for such a beautiful girl great great find,.... more pics please

Hummer,

I tried to give her more money but she didn't want it!!!!I tried to put money in her bag and she gave it back to me!

[FreebieFan]

. How many guys has had a girl coo at him and 'I want to be your girlfriend' sounds a bit contrived.

All mine do Sir Cunning. LOL.

[Kumbu]

this is a story of a trip to soi 6 from saturday. my next report will be my attempt to find solace with a beach road girl.

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i opened my eyes this morning and i knew i was the chosen one. i brushed my teeth and i felt all the bacteria evacuate my mouth. i went down for breakfast and as i entered, my double espresso was already being drawn by a cute smiling waitress. my motocy to the bts this morning didn't have the 5baht change for a 20b note, so he gave me a 10b coin back. the bts was empty and i got a seat all the way to mo chit. my taxi driver on the other end was an old guy who was super amazed by my ability to pronounce khwaa and sai. he ended our trip by telling me that some would consider me suuey, but he thinks i am laaw. hmm, i get that a lot.

at work, i was being peppered with smiles and sneaky glances by all the office girls, more so than normal. the princess of the office, the girl every guy secretly dreams of drugging and having their way with (since no one thinks they could handle her attitude while awake) came over to me, squeezed my bicep, and said 'i'm glad you are here in thailand, wont you come back soon?' i thought to myself, “bend over baby, and give me a reason to come back.”

work ended early, as the chosen one had to make his way to pattaya this evening. i went straight to the emporium for a late lunch / early dinner. the thick crowd at phrom phong bts station seemed to part before me as i strode into the mall without having to weave and dodge like other mortals. my piripiri chicken arrived in record time, done to perfection, washed down with a frigid coke zero. i skipped (literally, since when you are the chosen one, you can skip through a crowded mall) over to starbucks, and i asked for a short triple americano to go, expecting the regular, hassle of 'you want extra shot? no? two extra? so two total? no? what? me no understand'. this time, the barista rang it up without so much as a peep other than 'kaa', and she charged me the correct amount.

i sauntered out, and as i left i bumped into a pretty young hiso girl, who looked at me with neither the usual disinterest nor the common disdain, but with large, gleaming interested eyes. i took the bts to ekkamai, and bought my two seats to pattaya, and i was assigned seats in the first row. expecting this to mean a 30 minute wait, i was surprised to learn that they had added an extra bus at this busy time, so i waited 4 minutes and 30 seconds. approximately.

no traffic on the way down despite it being a saturday, no detours into the boonies to drop people off at their grandma's house. we arrived promptly at 6:45pm. grabbed a motocy, who agreed immediately to my price, and we whizzed off. upon arrival at the nova platinum, i was checked in by mr. burns. this is a guy who is the spitting image of the simpsons character – he has the rounded posture, the craggy nose, and that lecherous way about him. when i paid him for the night, i fully expected him to say 'eegsellent.'

shower, shave, and kumbu, knowing he is the chosen one, decides to put mouse1's reports to the test. i had been to soi 6 once before, a friend took me, an old timer here in pattaya. he showed me the ropes, although i did not see anything that really fancied me that night. my impression of soi 6 was that it was a giant mess of an ant-hill with women and bars and customers all scrambled together into a crazy visual feast. i remember being extremely intimidated by the sheer volume of women and the social interaction that was required was a little much for your shy kumbu. but today, kumbu is not going to soi 6 – the chosen one is.

i entered on the 2nd rd. side. my breathing quickened as i saw the throngs of eyes watching me approach. i wasn't sure if this was the gazelles watching as the leopard approaches, or hyenas watching as the solitary unknowing gazelle approaches. the last time i came here (which was last june), when i walked down the street with my friend, about half the girls were immediately *not* interested. i chalked this up to my general look. my appearance works for some people, not others, and i am sure this is the case for all guys. some girls like the golden oldies, some like contemporary rockers, some like ethnic tunes – very few of us can be expected to be a universal taste. but this time, as soon as i got off the baht bus, all eyes were on me. i attributed this to the celestial light shining down upon me indicating my status, but in retrospect, it may have been the dearth of customers due to south korea playing greece at that time. and so i was the first wallet to walk along in several hours...naah, i think they knew my special status today and they wished to be part of human history by coupling with the chosen one.

i started on the right hand side, looking over the girls, trying my best to avoid lingered eye contact for too long. nothing struck me. a couple of girls gently approached me, each grabbing the crook of my arm and saying sweet nothings to me like 'hansummmm maaaan' and 'laaaw'. oh do go on.

but i shed myself of these superficial pleasures and wandered in search of deeper beauty. i glanced over to the left side of the soi very briefly, but the visual assortment was too much for me to process at that time. i decided i would have to come back. i went over to the next place, and there were fewer girls here sitting outside, and they were less interested in me. perhaps these heathen girls had not received the memo of my chosen status today. well.

i walked on, and slowly made my way down the soi, focusing on the girls on the right hand side. as i did this, i caught a glimpse of some very sexy faces. but hell, that ain't gonna cut it today. i was looking for something to satiate the most urgent and intense of physical and spiritual needs, and a cute face was not what was called for. i also saw some big boobs, but i'd had my fill of mammary meat earlier this week. down the course of the soi, i saw two pretty little things that suited my tastes. just to be clear, this was two choices out of perhaps 200 women in that stretch of soi 6. the first girl was wearing a red apron-like uniform. it was not very flattering attire, but her attributes shone through nonetheless. she was sitting in the middle of a pack of rabid teenage girls, although she seemed a little too old to be amongst them. the second girl was wearing a one piece blue miniskirt. yummy. as i walked past her, girls screaming from all direction, we made eye contact, and it was electrifying. she was definitely worth another look later on.

i got to the end, did the u-turn and repeated down the other side of the soi, seeing one potential that i ranked third amongst the now-three candidates for the chosen one's affections tonight. having picked out my candidates, i had to decide who to go to first. given my propensity to be a total push-over, it was likely that the first girl i approach would be the one to suckle from the font of kumbu tonight. so which one is it, oh chosen one? do you pick the red pill or the blue pill?

i was at the top of soi 6, so i decided to go to the nearest girl – the red pill. as i approached, catcalls began to ring out around the soi. the girls from that establishment all pepped up, sensing the impending financial transfer. several girls were jockeying for position, including the girl i wanted to chat with. they were lining up, pushing and jostling, trying to be the first to speak with me. i made eye contact with her, and tried to keep it through the frenzy of pushing and shoving. a hefty, strong-armed light-skinned girl pushed my target out of the way and stood between her and me. she greeted me, apparently unaware that the chosen one cannot be spoken to until he speaks. i nodded in her direction, acknowledging her efforts, and then muscled my way past her to stand face-to-face with pretty legs herself. she smiled coyly at me, her head cocked shyly to the left as she subconsciously licked the side of her mouth. her hands were fidgeting, and she greeted me in thai. i respond with a deep-voiced 'hello.'

pretty legs: where you come from?
kumbu: wow, right to the heart of the matter, huh?
pretty legs: ...
pretty legs: where you come from?
kumbu: america.
her legs nearly buckled at the sweet sound of lady liberty.
pretty legs: what your name?
kumbu: the chosen one.
pretty legs: zishoo...zishoozin...
she looks at her friend who was eagerly listening in and says 'arai na?', receiving a completely puzzled look. ok, stop fucking with her kumbu and get serious.
kumbu: <name>
pretty legs: oooooh, <name>.
kumbu: you?
pretty legs: nok
kumbu: ah.
pretty legs: you want drink?
kumbu: no, not just yet, thanks.

as all that was happening, i was trying to surreptitiously assess the state of her legs, ass, waist, breasts, hygiene, age, lip-dimensions, breath quality, and moral character. legs were the genuine article – strong, shapely, and very thai-like. her ass seemed more than skin and bone, although i could not be sure just yet as she wasn't really looking the other way at all. her breasts seemed minimal, which is fine with me. i noticed that her face was a little older than i expected – she showed some signs of wear and tear, but she looked to be in her late-twenties. as luck (or fate) would have it, she asks me:
pretty legs: how old you?
kumbu: how old you think?
pretty legs: (pauses, fakely assessing my age, as she clearly had figured me out a long time ago) i think 29.
kumbu: hah, thank you (fake gratitude), no, i'm older.
pretty legs: how old you?
kumbu: 38.
pretty legs: ahhhhhhh? i no believe!
kumbu: suuuure (homphonous with the thai word for believe, i believe). how old are you?
pretty legs: how old you think?
kumbu: (fake assessment, really trying to figure how low to low-ball without it seeming insincere) i think you are 22.
pretty legs: hah, thank you (fake gratitude), no, i older.
kumbu: how old?
pretty legs: 25.
kumbu: (to himself: “yeah right, try 29 darling”).
we talk about a couple of other things like 'how long you stay pattaya?', during which i notice something quite off-putting: her fingers. she had those short, stubby fingernails - i mean they were tiny. they were not the chewed kind you find on goth teenagers in america, but they were just naturally tiny. kumbu no likey. but will that be enough to scuttle the deal? how petty is kumbu, i wonder.

we get down to brass tacks. i ask her how much, and she asks what i want. i say short time, and she pauses and says 2000baht. i ask if that includes room and bar fine, and she says no. hmm, that's her opening bid? with those fingers?? she has some nerve. how could she deign to speak to the chosen one like that?

i say thank you and begin walking away when she says 'ok, how much you want pay?' and i reply 'thank you' and off i go. the birds perched so high are not worth the shot. especially the fingernail-challenged birds.

i walked down 30m to the next girl that i had identified, the one in the blue miniskirt, and there too the jostling began. they had obviously been watching what had transpired with the previous girl, so they now knew that i wasn't going to just drop my cash and fuck. so i manage to wade through the flinging arms and poking fingers to the girl of my choice. she had definitely seen me on my first walk down the soi, and our eye contact had been special to be sure, so i was expecting positives from her.

when i approached, i saw her sizing me up. she stood there looking up at me with wide-open eyes, wondering what my deal was. i said to her, “hello”, and she whispered a response, presumably 'sawat dii kaa.'

kumbu: how are you?
demure girl: good kaa.
kumbu: what's your name?
demure girl: noi. what your name?
kumbu: <name>
demure girl: where you come from?
kumbu: america
demure girl: mmmm

she smiles, i see the weakness in her legs, and i see the first glimpse of naughty in her eye. so we do the usual dance of questions, and i must say she was getting my motor running. she was taller than the other girl; she looked around 22; her legs were larger and curvier than the previous girl, and i could see her ass was substantial. all these are positives in old kumbu's book. her skin was one hue darker than the previous girl, but still a very light brown, the color of coffee that has been too heavily milked. her breasts seemed non-existent, and her face was very, very cute. she had large, almond shaped eyes, in which the pupil seemed oversized – very dark and intense. but she kept looking down in a demure, shy way, which was driving me nuts! but the clincher for me was her hips. as she moved this way and that, i was able to discern a set of wide yet thin hips. it's a little hard to describe, but they were disproportionately wide and flat; it was almost like her body was the shape of a palm-leaf fan, thin and wide. remarkable. i just had to see this girl without any clothes on, and i hoped we could seal the deal in a reasonable amount of time.

as if reading my mind, she holds out her hand and keeps it there, waiting for me to make my decision. she just stood there, with a smile on her face, offering her hand. i looked at her face, trying to assess the hidden nature of the girl, and all i saw was pleasantness. i looked at her arm as it stretched out, long, slender, toned. i saw the fingers, with long, perfectly manicured nails without any polish but curved at the edges and well-buffed. now this was a hand worthy of the chosen one.

and so it was, my friends, that the chosen one selected his mate for the evening.

we go into the bar and she asks me what i want to drink. i say coke light, expecting the normal mocking and derision. instead, she cocks her head to one side, smiles. then she says “and for me?”, and so i nod. she returns with two coke lights, we sip and chat for 10 minutes, with her sitting on my lap. my hands were, at first, very respectful – no groping, no touching, nothing. i was super disciplined, as i always am, and i wanted to show her that i was one who knew what he wanted. this discipline lasted a really, really long time - perhaps a full 30 seconds. she was sitting on my lap, her butt to the left and her legs falling down the right side of my legs. once the 30 second moratorium was over, my left hand moved slowly down her back to the top of her ass, where i felt the beginning of the rise of the ass flesh. the little chosen one (lco) twinged. my right hand, however, is the one that got all the fun. i placed it initially on her bare knee. soft, sexy skin, oooh, i felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline. over the next 2-3 minutes my hand moved around the knee area, circling, squeezing and gently pinching, assessing the fat-to-muscle ratio of the leg area. and the ratio was to my liking.

my hand then moved to the inside of her knee and began to caress it. my erection was raging at this point, and she knew it. she was coyly shifting her ass around from this side of my erection to the other, knowing exactly what she was doing. my hand slowly moved upwards into genuine thigh flesh, and here was where i decided the girl had to be mine today.

eventually she asks me if i want to go up with her. i asked how much, and she said 1500, including bf. i asked about room, and she said that was 300 more. so i said how about 1700 for everything, and she agreed.

we climb the dodgy stairs with her in front of me. my ass was nigh into her ass crack as we did this, and i was delighted at that concept. we get into the room, which was small, dark, and not particularly pleasant. i wondered how many trillions of sperm had met their fate in this room, and i shuddered at the thought of how many trillions of sperm were still in this room somewhere. me shower, she shower, and we end up toweled on the bed. we continue chatting for a few minutes, and then she takes the initiative. she pulls my towel off and her eyes bulge at the sight of lco. she puts her hand to her mouth and whispers something, and i say 'you scared?' and she says 'it kill me', to which i respond, 'that's the plan.'

she started kissing my nipples, which are a little sensitive, so i pushed her off after a few moments of this. she then worked her way down to my dick and asked if she could eat. i smiled.

she started at the base of the little chosen one, where the shaft meets the belly, and she peppered the base with small pecking kisses, working her way around to the underside, the spot between the balls and the shaft. there she did her first serious wet kiss. she engulfed the base of lco with her mouth and did a swirl action with her tongue. yowza, never had that before. then, rather than going north up the shaft, she went south, to the balls. she kissed the left ball all over, then the right ball, and eventually found her way back to the base of the shaft.

she pulls back a little, and here's where it got interesting. she slipped one hand under me and lifted my ass slightly off the bed. with her other hand, she lifted the balls up, and her head suddenly darted down to the spot between my balls and asshole. her tongue squashed wetly into that area, and then swirled for a good 7-10 seconds. the chosen one gasped his appreciation. this was not quite rimming, but it was downright naughty of her, i must say. she then went back to the balls and started to suck one ball, then the other. often, when someone sucks my balls, they do it with too much vigor and it hurts slightly. this girl had the touch – she sucked the chosen one's balls with the dedication, delicacy, and care they deserve.

after what seemed like an eternity of ball sucking, she moved up again to the base of lco and again sucked the base with that little twirling action of her tongue. then the tongue action shifted into a flitting action – quick short flits to the skin, and she started to move upward towards the head. as she moved up, her head was circling slightly, so i was getting this rapid-fire flitting action slowly moving northwards along the shaft, but doing so in a gradually ascending circular motion. this was poetry in motion, no doubt about it. she knew her art and was exhibiting it here for the chosen one. it was as if her entire life of blow-jobbing had lead to this culminating experience, and if she had learned anything over the previous many years of service, this was her time to shine.

after an agonizing stretch of time as the flitting ascended, she gets to the sweet spot – that area just beneath the head on the underside of the penis. her flitting circles *around* this area, without ever actually touching it, and begins to circle the head of the little chosen one. she moves to the top side, and around the other side to the underside, once again avoiding the sweet spot. she did this three times, driving the chosen one in-sane! by this time, lco was engorged, taking on both the color and shape of an eggplant.

she finally finishes the circling, and then she opens her mouth wide and goes straight into a deep throat. she got maybe 80% of lco in before it hit the back of her throat, and to my surprise, she pushed a little more. she may have gagged a little at this point, but i was in such euphoria i did not notice. she then went back up, and dropped down again, and repeated a few more glorious times. this was a spectacular experience.

once this was over, she pulled out, lco covered with saliva, and she moves to the sweet spot. she alternates between a suckling action and that superb twirling thing she does with her tongue, a combination i highly recommend, if you can get it. she did this for a while, and i felt the urge arise in me, so i pulled back a little. i will be damned if i am going to blow my one-pop wad on a bbbj, phenomenal as this may be. i needed to see this girl naked, and i needed to get my hands on those hips, ass and legs.

so i pull back, and she says 'ok mai?' i say 'mmmphphph, yah.' her towel has come off in the process of pleasuring lco, so i take the opportunity to look. she responds by getting to her knees and shifting towards me. i grab her by the waist and go straight into her smallish breasts. they are small and nondescript, but her nipples are large and perky. i kiss and suckle them for a moment or two before i move down to her belly – tight as a freshly laundered bed sheet on 5-star hotel bed. i kiss and prod and poke, and slowly move diagonally down to her hip. i kiss the hip, inspecting the spectacular curvature. they are indeed wide, sexy hips. you don't usually find thai girls with such wide hips, and so i was particularly pleased.

i turned her around with some effort (she resisted showing me her ass), but i finally managed to get an unfettered look at it. it was indeed large and hefty, as i suspected. but the flaw was that she had those two patches of dry skin where she always sits – at the base of the ass near where the ass meets the thigh. many girls have these two patches – it's quite common. but she was aware of them and a little self conscious about it. i didn't care about them, i kissed her ass all over (she squirmed somewhat, as she was ticklish, but the chosen one was not to be denied).

i think daty would have been on offer, but i was not really in the mood for that. a soi 6 girl is high traffic, more so than a gogo girl. i know there is not that much of a difference, but still, i felt a little queasy at the thought.

so she pulls out the condom – some local doohickey, and she slaps it on. she lies back and spreads her legs and in goes the chosen one. let's just say the sex was your normal fare – multiple positions, she was reasonably tight, but not super tight. she responded well to me, but i don't think she came at all. at one point, she was on her back and i was pumping away, and i noticed that my balls were rubbing against the bed as i went in and out. i wondered how many other balls had rubbed in that exact same spot. i changed position immediately. we ended, of course, about 60 seconds after switching into doggie, as is my custom.

as the orgasm approached, i considered pulling out to try to save the experience a little more. i wanted to kiss and caress her legs still, but i had been too impatient to get the lco into her. but i was so full of hormones and so ready to burst that i decided i was going to enjoy the orgasm and just let 'er rip. so i grabbed her two wide hips and started to pump like i was having an epileptic fit. my fingers started to creep towards her crack and i eased the butt cheeks open for a little looksie, and as i caught sight of the cute little winker, i crested the hill and it was all downhill from there.

the orgasm was bitter sweet. relief, pleasure, stress-release, and satisfaction swelled over me, and i took in gulps of air and tried to slow my heartbeat. but at the same time, as the ejaculate left me, as the pleasure waned, i felt the delusion leave me too. i slowly and painfully came the the realization that i am no longer the chosen one. i may never have been.

[Mido31]

Sun is in Pattaya, They might get a few page 3 girls from here.

[Hummer Bird]

I was there last week and most girls in the Go-gos that I went to wereose. Great natural tits and a good fuck as well, she used to work in Dennis the Menace bar in Soi recently before moving to Nui's

i would have had to give her more money for such a beautiful girl great great find,.... more pics please

[Cunning Stunt]

One thing the author got wrong, the Classroom is NOT a strip club.

One of many. It reads as if a journalist sat in his London office has done a little online research before penning this shit. How many guys has had a girl coo at him and 'I want to be your girlfriend' sounds a bit contrived. 'I wanna go with you' or 'Hello, hansum man' is more realistic.

And, wow, 40% of the girls HIV-positive!!

Of course, tabloids the world over seldom allow the truth get in the way of a good story. The Sun is renowned for printing this sort of salacious, self righteous crap in between the page three pin-ups and ads for sex chat lines.

[Asian Fetish]

That's abit of free publicity for Patts i think. Some people reading that would be saying "bloody perverts",(mostly fat cows i think). While alot of other people would be saying," god blind me, i heard all the stories,but never believed it, better book the next flight there!".( mostly all the fat basterds like me who don't get enough at home).

[BionicMan]

... Not to mention the undisputable fact that the Pattaya sex scene was the direct cause of the Gulf oil spill, Joran Van der Sloot's murderous rampages, and the 9/11 terror attack at the Pentagon and World Trade Center in NY City ... gratutious sex with young girls is responsible for ALL the evil in the world ...

Hey, you forgot the fact that the minute some of the Pattaya girls stopped paying the mortgage of their mansions in Isan, Chang Mei and Udan Thani, the global recession started!

[Belmont]

Price should be 500-800 baht. They ask 1000, but will except less.

When you have a good close look there in soi 6, there are some gems there, I really like the slim, white skinned type, and I often find them there, I think the best thing about soi 6 is the girls attitude, they are up for anything, and I like the convenience of it, like a kid in a sweetshop, choose the girl, pay the 1000 and off you go upstairs, done and dusted. Can't beat that for value.

[Daddy07]

One Brit goes on a shooting rampage and they blame it on his trips to Pattaya!!,..

... Not to mention the undisputable fact that the Pattaya sex scene was the direct cause of the Gulf oil spill, Joran Van der Sloot's murderous rampages, and the 9/11 terror attack at the Pentagon and World Trade Center in NY City ... gratutious sex with young girls is responsible for ALL the evil in the world ...

[Amjeck]

One Brit goes on a shooting rampage and they blame it on his trips to Pattaya!!

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage...rick-Bird.html

One thing the author got wrong, the Classroom is NOT a strip club.

"This is Pattaya in Thailand - home to 50,000 prostitutes"

I think that number is a bit inflated. What you guys think?

[Big Daddy 1906]

One Brit goes on a shooting rampage and they blame it on his trips to Pattaya!!

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage...rick-Bird.html

One thing the author got wrong, the Classroom is NOT a strip club.

[Mouse1]

Headed up to Soi 6 this afternoon, arriving there about 4pm, intending to meet up with girl B since I had missed her last night. I wasn't really annoyed that she hadn't waited for me, as I understand that a customer in the hand is worth two on the way, or something. I didn't expect her to be cross with me, saying I should have waited for her to finish with her other customer... .

Frankly, the girls' hygiene is so good that I am not bothered about previous customers, but I do prefer to be the first of the day, and I do believe that ignorance is bliss. So I wouldn't want to see a girl to walk down the stairs with one customer straight into my arms...

Anyway, it turned out that B hadn't had a customer that day, so that kind of made my mind up. Moreover J was out at the salon having her hair done, so she wouldn't be offended by me seeing her colleague. After we had established that I wasn't a bad man we went upstairs to renew our acquaintance. Interestingly, it emerged that B and J are 'sisters', as in good friends, so I did jokingly suggest that it might be fun to go with 2 girls. B was not up for it.

Afterwards, coming out of the bar I bumped into J and she was pleased to see me. She had been to the salon and messed up her lovely hair! We chatted and J showed me a photo on her phone of her and B together, again saying they were 'sisters'. 'Like family'. And this time it was her that suggested a threesome next night. Hmmm...