Adventures in Upper Thighland
Thanks friends, for those of you who enjoy my reports and see the value in them. I appreciate it a great deal. I would also say that you should ignore the trolls: they always come out at some point. If you look back at my posting history, you will see occasional flame wars, often provoked by my style of writing (which is why I precede all my visits to LOS with a general disclaimer to hit the Ignore link if you dislike my posts). I have, unfortunately, responded to the negative comments sometimes, like the following post, which I very much regret:
[QUOTE=Kumbu;1454723]I really think we all need to change the tone of this forum. Why are we ripping people down all the time? Why can't we just be slightly nicer people and encourage reports of all kinds? We can then correct any inaccuracies, and let everything else fly. So the fuck what if there was no name in the report? There is plenty of other info in there. So the fuck what if he paid slightly over the going rate? Point it out in a respectful manner and move on. So the fuck what if he boned the fat girl and not the skinny one? Just let it go. You don't actually *have* to make a snarky comment about each and every thing posted here.[/QUOTE]So now, I ignore my detractors, and just post my field reports. Speaking of which, here is the next report, in which I describe the morning-after with Mina, the athletic boxing girl from Insomnia. There is nothing spectacular here, just some deep throating, me revealing how physically weak I am, some quick sex, and that's about it. But it completes my experience in Pattaya, which is why I post it nonetheless.
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I awoke with her face beneath the blankets, resting on my belly. She had little Kumbu in her hand, gently clasping it, and she had little Kumbu resting right on her face. She was fast asleep, but she was sleeping with little Kumbu, shriveled and turtled, over her nose and her eyes. It was as if she was nuzzling with little Kumbu just before she fell asleep. Odd, to say the least.
She was asleep, resting peacefully beneath little Kumbu, after a night of sparring and fucking. What a night. I've never experienced such abandon with a Thai WG. They tend to be very friendly and social, but never do they break the mould of social decorum the way this girl did. I mean, it would be one thing if she pretend-sparred with me, humored me a little, took a couple of jabs and pokes, and then moved on to the more scripted sex. But that's not what she did. She humored me for 30 seconds or so, but then just took a sledge hammer to my ego. She did not hold back, which is the surprising thing. I then proceeded to fuck her really hard, and I did not hold back either, so I suppose we are even.
I had pussy juice stuck all over my face, and I could feel it still. Not a good idea. After immersing yourself in human liquid, it's a good idea to wash off before sleeping. Bacteria love such things, and I fear the worst at this point. I want to wake up and scrub my face, but I am so damned sleepy still. I see on the clock that it is 8:20 am, so I still have some time before I have to leave for BKK. She knows I am leaving for BKK, and so she knows I will have to wake her early.
I set my timer to wake us in one hour, and fall back asleep. When the alarm goes off, I wake up, pull her head from beneath little Kumbu, drag myself out of bed and go take a shower. I wash myself well, especially my face, and when I get out, I am feeling much better. I see she is stirring, and I sit next to her and caress her cheek. She moans, looks up at me, and cracks a smile. Not saying a word, she gets up, kisses me on the cheek, and goes off to shower. She comes out 5 minutes later and is expressionless.
She sits next to me, and suddenly I feel a stirring. She's wearing a towel only, and when she sits down, the towel comes up to the middle of her thighs. That is one of the most lovely sights in human existence: freshly washed thighs. Mmmmm. Moreover, the way she was holding them (closed, slightly angled towards me, her feet on tippy-toes) somehow added to their luster, and little Kumbu was suddenly making some serious demands of me. She was on my left, with my left hand in hers, but my right hand was free, so I gently reached over and placed it on the inside of her right knee. Oooooh.
I was not sure she was interested in another round at this point. We'the really only recently finished our last round, and slept just a few hours, but hey, I was game, so maybe she was too. I put my hand on her knee and watched intently to gauge her reaction. My breathing stopped as I watched, so intensely was I hoping for a positive reaction. In fact, no reaction came at first. She just sat there, motionless, neither acknowledging my hand, nor trying to remove it. I think she was trying to figure out what she wanted to do. Eventually she puts her other hand ontop of mine, and rubs the top ever so slightly, as if to say, 'go for it champ'. So champ went for it.
So I slipped my hand further up her thigh, and just felt the warm, buttery flesh right there on the inside of her mid-thigh. Oh my. That flesh was both soft and firm at the same time. I mean, it was firm as a whole, but the skin itself was supremely soft, softer than anything on my entire body. I ran my hand up and down the inside of her thigh, and slowly we started to kiss. I usually don't like kissing. It is far too intimate an act, and one that feels forced, contrived, untrue. Yes, this whole thing (girl from Insomnia pickup thing) in a way is one big charade, a farce of sorts, and so what difference does the intimacy of a kiss make? But it does, for some reason. I think it is because of the hesitancy on the part of Thai WGs to kiss. I don't know this for sure (I'm no anthropologist), but I suspect the Thai culture is less of a kissing culture than say, the French culture. I suspect Thai people express their intimacy in different ways, kissing being one of them, but my guess is that there are plenty of other tools for the expression of intimacy. As such, if kissing is not the most natural expression of intimacy, when a Thai WG does engage in kissing, it feels awkward to me. Usually.
In this case, though, it did not. We kissed for a good five minutes, with not very much tongue, as I fondled her inner thigh gently with my right hand. I eventually got impatient and moved my kissing to under her ear, and this turned her on significantly. The towel began to loosen under her arm, and so I gently tugged it free, to reveal her oh-so-awesomely tight and fit torso again. This time, though, the sun was out, and I could see it in proper lighting. And this torso was just spectacular. Perfect skin, perfect tone, perfect musculature, and zero fat. I ran both my hands up and down her torso, from just beneath her breasts down to her hips, and back up again. I did this slowly, over and over again, as I continued to nuzzle and kiss her behind her ear, her neck, her jawline, and occasionally her lips.
The towel was now off completely, and her entire body was fully exposed. I moved my kissing downwards. I kissed her breasts just pro forma, and then went down to her tightest, sexiest of bellies. I then moved down her hips, by passing the pussy, and down to her upper thighs. She was lying down now on the bed, so I lifted one leg up into the air and kissed all around the thigh. I circled the thigh slowly, moving slowly towards the knee, kissing all the way around the leg as I moved knee-ward. Once I got to the knee, I once again marveled at the utter lack of a visible knee cap. These legs were amazing in that the thigh just melted into the shin somehow, without the breaking-up of the leg by the knee cap. Amazing, simply amazing.
I kissed that capless knee for a good 10 minutes, slowly moving millimeter by millimeter, trying to commit to memory every crevice, every runnel, every fissure in the skin. It was glorious leg worship, in the glorious morning sunshine of the glorious City of Pattaya. As I kissed the back of her knee, one of the most supremely erotic parts of the female body for me, I became aware of the glory of this moment, and I paused for a moment, inhaled deeply to take in the scent of this woman, looked at her legs, and sighed to myself.
I worked my way down to her calves, whose shape I knew from last night was the thing of wet dreams. I most thoroughly enjoyed munching on her tender yet firm calves, although it must be said that there were numerous scars on her calves (later, I learned, these are attributed to myriad motorcycle accidents). After getting down to her ankles, I moved over to the other leg, and made the reverse peregrination back up towards her pubic mount. Along the way, I dilly dallied around the knee again, just because of the unique pleasure that was her capless knee.
When I got passed her knee, I found my face enmeshed in her soft, silky thigh flesh. I started to suck up that flesh, to just grab it with both hands and to try to stuff it into my greedy mouth. I was feeling so utterly gluttonous, so rapacious; I was just grabbing all the flesh I could and cramming it into my hands and mouth trying to almost inhale and ingest everything. I was possessed by the thigh, and had lost all control over myself. It was the most mad scene of leg worship I have ever engaged in, and it was just simply superb.
I guess this was tickling her, or perhaps hurting her, because she giggled and pulled me up after about only 20 seconds of this. I wanted more, so I went back to it, but she pulled me back up after another 20 seconds, after which I took the hint. She sat up, and then she did something unusual. She stood up, and pulled me up into a standing position. Little Kumbu slapped her hip mazily.
She stood in front of me, smiling, naked, and then she leaned in, stretched her body a little and kissed my neck. She kissed downward, past the thicket of chest hair, down past the navel and down to the thoroughly tumefied little Kumbu, who was now pointing to 2 o'clock, purple as a sweet potato, and dripping wet with precum. I stood there, she on her knees, as she impaled herself right onto little Kumbu. She did not suck, her lips did not touch little Kumbu, but she deep-throated the little guy all the way back into her throat. I felt the head bump against the back of the throat, and she paused there, but then she pushed him back a little more, and I *think* I heard her gag a little. But she held it for a moment, and then slowly closed her lips around the base of little Kumbu. And she held that posture.
And held it.
And held it.
She did not move. She was not breathing either. It was surreal. With the morning sunshine washing in from the window across her ass, I stood there, arms akimbo, as this beautiful 22 year old Thai WG, former boxer, held her mouth tight around my genitals, enclosing the entirety of my manhood within her mouth, for a good 20 seconds.
Finally, FINALLY, she pulled back a little and released the air from her lungs and gasped in through her nostrils, as she slow sucked her way back up the shaft. When she got to the head, we both knew a BBBJ was probably not the best idea, so she pulled out, I grabbed a condom, and slapped it on, and she then hopped into my arms.
Ooof. I'm not as strong as I used to be, fellas. Hell, who am I kidding, I probably was never strong enough. But I gave it my damndest to try to insert little Kumbu into her vagina while holding her in my arms. My motivation was the thought of fucking her while standing up, holding her in my arms. This seemed like a really good, PSE type idea. But after fumbling around with my hands, almost dropping her twice, little Kumbu getting squashed between my hip and her left ass cheek, and a near-rip of the condom, I decided this was not the best idea after all.
So I put her down on the day bed (picture in my post about Whan), turned her around so she was on all fours, with me standing behind her, and in goes little Kumbu. There was no earth-shattering experience this time, just some really good doggie style fucking. I was able to get a really good view of the tunnel that is her asshole, and it was weird indeed, though not abnormal per se. Anyway, the sex lasted perhaps 3-4 minutes, just straight in and out business with the aim of getting to ejaculation ASAP. And after those 3-4 minutes, I orgasmed, and I believe I was the only one to have that pleasure. Sorry, Mina.
I showered first, and while she was showering, I needed to pack up my stuff and check out. It was nearly 11:30 am, and check out time was noon. I also needed to get back to BKK in a hurry. So as I pack, she comes out, and I tell / remind her that I need to go back to BKK, and she starts saying something in a mournful voice, something I did not understand at first. Then after the third or fourth iteration of it, I figured out what she was saying (forgive my transcription): ppay duuuey! Meaning (I think), 'I want to go too!
For one, very brief moment of utter insanity, I considered taking her along with me. I mean, the sex had been great, there was a lot more exploration of this fabulous athlete's body to be done, and she was not particularly needy, as far as I could tell. But then, luckily, sense prevailed. I've done this four times in the past ten years: take a Pattaya girl (FL girl or gogo girl) back to BKK with me. All four have been great sex-wise, but they have ended up being more melodramatic than anything else. This is the first step towards a heavier relationship, and in the past I was into that. But now, I was in no mood for any strings. I was here for the reckless abandon of anonymous, paid sex, and did not want any kind of prolonged relationship.
So I deflected at first. Then when it came up again (ppay duuey), I looked forlongingly at her, and then changed subject. But the third time it came up, I had to deal with it head on. I told her that she could not, because I worked in BKK, and that I was going back to America soon. She looked down, grit her teeth slightly, and nodded.
So she dressed, and when it was time for her to leave, I walked her to the door, held her tight for a few moments, kissed her on the forehead, and said good bye. She walked out, and walked down the long hallway towards the elevator. I peeked my head out to take a look at her, and rather than feel longing or affection for her, as a normal, caring human being would, all I could do was look at her legs, and her ass as it swayed left and right. Cold-hearted of me, indeed, but there is the unvarnished truth of it.
By the way, I paid her 2500 baht (slipped into her purse while she was showering, she did not even ask for it or look for it).
So in sum, this girl was super. She offered me unrestricted sex, very free and wild, along with some physical abuse (meted out by her to me) to go along with it. She never asked me for any amount of money, nor did I intimate that she would receive money. It was all understood that if she took care of me, I would take care of her. And I believe the deal was honored, on both ends. And in fact, she said as much in a text message later that day.
Often, on the bus or in the taxi back to BKK after a jaunt in Pattaya, I feel a sense of regret at leaving Pattaya. I feel there is so much more to gain in Pattaya and I am leaving all too soon. But this time, even though it had only been two days, and one of them was something of a failure, I left feeling very content and satisfied.
I do believe that Pattaya has changed in the last few years. Prices have gone up (but so have they gone up everywhere else in the world), and the gogo hustle has become much more intense. But the Insomnia girls are amazingly good. There is so much on offer there, with so many different price points, that anyone can find their mate for the night there. So I am not pessimistic about Pattaya at all. To newbies, if reading some of the doom and gloom reports here on ISG is giving you second thoughts, then put those second thoughts aside. Go to Pattaya. If you have patience, a good attitude and a little bit of cash, you will definitely find a sexual experience worthy of your wet dreams there.
Now on to my last one and a half days in BKK. . .