Bangkok Reports

This is a short report (I know, haha) before I go out tonight, based upon some leg work from the night before.

You know how we have these ingrained ideas about how Japanese men prefer X kind of girl and falang men prefer Y kind, and Arab men prefer Z? It goes something like: women with peroxide curly hair are for the Japanese, and women with dark skin are for the falang, and Arab men like 'em plus sized. Well, I encountered two things today related to this notion. The first adds to it, while the second perhaps dents it a little (or at the very least makes it more complex).

I got off work at around 8pm (ended up being a 12 hour work day, not 13, so that was pleasant) , and got off the Nana BTS a little disoriented. Not sure why, but I felt like taking a gander at the Arab quarter, to check out the meat on display outside Grace Hotel. The last time I was in BKK I marveled at how blatant the rotund-shaped girls would stand out there propositioning men in full Islamic garb, and how often I saw them wandering off into the bushes that are Grace Hotel. I wanted an update, and I felt like looking rudely at the meat. I was really tired and not thinking straight (I made mistake after mistake last night, when I have time, I will tell you about it).

As I approached, I could see the bell shaped lasses from afar, but in a little sub soi before the hotel, there were 6-7 girls hunkered down, taking shelter behind a wall, awaiting the flood of sandal-wood scented men (I suspect from night prayers). What I noticed was that of the six or so girls there, about 4-5 had dead straight black hair with cute bangs, China Girl style. Oooooh, the Arabs come to BKK to bang China Girls, interesting. They were still on the heavy side, but it isn't all about the chunk for these guys. So that's the part that doesn't break a stereotype, it just adds an interesting layer.

As I walked past Grace Hotel, a white-skinned 300 pounder made a lunge for me, and I shrieked like a girl and ran into the street. That's it, I am not man enough for this side of town, I need to stick to the civilization that is NEP.

I trudged back to NEP and hit several gogo bars. I first went to Rainbow 1 looking for a young cutie that I had spied the night before with a wonderful ISG member that I met up with. I will report on that soon, because it demands a detailed report. But I went back to look for her tonight, to no avail: she was not there. I hit several other places, and then decided to look at the 3rd floor.

There is a place on the 3rd floor which used to be called Carousel. Sorry, the name is blanking on me right now, but when you enter NEP, turn left up the stairs, then up the next set of stairs, turn the corner and it is the first place on your left.

It is large, with a bathtub on the left side (that's new) , and the same old carousel stage on the right. I sat on the bleachers, and sipped my Heineken. Anyway, I got there at 11pm, and the show was about t start, so that perked me up.

The show was aaaaaaaaaful. I mean, it was really, really terrible. The girls were utterly uncoordinated, they kept bumping into each other, they missed their steps and their turns, it was painful to watch. The girls themselves were cuteish, but certainly not enough to make up for the bad show. And then the second act was a part trannie act: one member of the two "girl" team was an obvious trannie. So those of you who get really, really angry at the mere thought of trannies, then avoid this place, especially the show. And the trannie wasnot any better of a dancer, so I don't get why she was there.

Anyway, I started making looksies with a really attractive girl. She had a pretty face, with wide hips and sexy, shapely long legs. When she turned around I saw an ass that made me cry, and not in the good way. It was all, how do I say this, I guess it was all "centralized". I mean, the meat was concentrated right in the middle and towards the bottom of her ass, kind of like the stump on a doberman whose tail was cut off at birth, but not so pronounced. Yikes. But I was pretty fatigued and did not know what I was doing, so I let this pass and kept making eyes with her.

But after a few minutes of this, she lost interest in me entirely. I figured she wanted to get off stage and get a drink, so I tried to get her attention to do just that, but she was not looking my way. Then I saw that she had snagged a Korean dude, well dressed, slightly pudgy, thick glasses, and ripe for the taking. Oh well, your ass is like a dog's tail, who wants you anyway? (me)

So I got out of there. On my way down, half inebriated, fully exhausted, I stopped in on Ecstasy (name?). This place is on the landing between the 2nd floor and 3rd floor. It's a small gogo bar, with two seating areas, I was ushered to the one right beneath the humungous 10, 000W speaker. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. I was too tired to argue, and plunked myself down.

I noticed three very interesting things.

First, the girls in here were mostly heavy. They had legs that were thick, thick, thick, and asses that put the slenderness of the legs to shame. In fact, they were so thick they were even too thick for old Kumbu. Yeah, THAT thick. I saw one girl who had such thickness about her I just laughed out loud, I could not help myself. And their faces didn't really make up for it. But if you like thick girls, I highly recommend this place.

Second, after that first observation, I noticed that there were perhaps 20 men in there. Of those twenty. 3 were falang, and then there was me, and the rest were Japanese. Yes, Japanese. They were eating this thick soup right up. So this is why my post begins with the notion of stereotypes of different kinds of men. The Japanese are famous for wanting the slim peroxide girls, but these girls were anything but slim. Well, they were indeed peroxide, all of them, to a girl, so maybe that's the key.

And third, and perhaps most interesting, was that the owner looked to be a Japanese dude. He looked almost as tired as me, but there he was in his salmon polo shirt, watching his brethren partake in the thickness of Bangkok. He obviously knows there is a market for this in Japan, and he is catering to it.

So before you decide that you know how the world works, take a look at this gogo bar and tell me if my fatigue blurred my senses, or if that was just a fluke of the night, or if it is genuinely the stereotype-breaker.

I agree with you there. I am a "Falang" and only go for the light skinned busty cuties, not necessarily need them to be peroxided out. Therefore at times I have to try and outwit outpay or outlast the nippons. Lucky for me I'm young and "hamsum", so I get looks my way.

[QUOTE=Kumbu; 1455483]This is a short report (I know, haha) before I go out tonight, based upon some leg work from the night before.

You know how we have these ingrained ideas about how Japanese men prefer X kind of girl and falang men prefer Y kind, and Arab men prefer Z? It goes something like: women with peroxide curly hair are for the Japanese, and women with dark skin are for the falang, and Arab men like 'them plus sized. Well, I encountered two things today related to this notion. The first adds to it, while the second perhaps dents it a little (or at the very least makes it more.[/QUOTE]

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Baccarra raised drink prices 20 baht. It's now 180 baht. Greedy Thais. LOL. I'm still in!

[QUOTE=Pointy Stick; 1455348]Dude, you should fully chill. One thing about Thailand is the enforcement of the law by agents of the state is completely arbitrary. If you think having your passport on your person will protect you from police doing whatever they want to do to you then it doesn't reflect reality. Sure it'd be awesome if the police actually followed the law but they don't. It's actually no use arguing that we should observe the law in a corrupt third world country beyond the bare minimum and there are actually good reasons not to at times.

If you're freaked out and need to do so then fine but the rest of us are fine with not doing so to our advantage. You should leave it at theat.[/QUOTE]The fact is people have been carted off to a Thai police station & jailed for not having their passport on them. If you want to take that chance, be their guest.

There is no reason to believe the cops who took these people into custody would have had a legitimate reason to do so if they had their passports on them. If they are honest Buddha fearing cops they wouldn't arrest you for no reason.

It's an easy simple thing to carry my passport with me. Like putting on my trousers, bringing cash, wearing a seat belt & having medical insurance when I travel. Therefore no freaking required, because I'm protected. Are you.

Do what you want, good luck, & you're welcome, I'll leave it at that.

[QUOTE=Streetwalker7;1455792]Baccarra raised drink prices 20 baht. It's now 180 baht. Greedy Thais. LOL. I'm still in![/QUOTE]I noticed that last night too! By the way, in BKK for a few more nights. If anyone wants to meet up, please pm me.

this is a report from saturday, in which i detail some ups and downs in the gogo bars. no sex in this report, just descriptions of things that happen to a monger in this great city. my next report tells of the sexual escapades that happened after this portion of my night.

i had to work most of the day, and the exhaustions of late night tramping was catching up to me. at work the office girls' whispers were unusually blatant, with the glances and giggles at an all time high. that's ok, in the six years i have been working this gig, i have yet to bed one of these little cuties, and that record shall remain unblemished. advice from my father is usually not about mongering or sex, but he once told me that even a dog does not shit in its own bed. that applies here for sure.

but they are nice to look at, and even better to flirt with. flirting with a thai office girl is very, very different from flirting with an american girl of any kind. it is waaaaay more subtle. if anything remotely suggestive is actually said, it would be major face loss, big faux pas. but it is interesting. when i look up from my computer, there will be a sexy, sly, pair of eyes greeting me through curls of face-veiling hair, for just a moment, and then gone. when i'm at the coffee bar, there will be a cutie in a tight dress hanging around for no apparent reason, just out of conversation range. and when i walk past a group of three girls chatting, their tone hushes ever so slightly, even though they know i don't understand thai, along with mild, shifting of postures. some of this is surely in my own head, a figment of my own wishful thinking, but what the hell. couple that with the fact that thai girls are just so well built, and they wear such well-selected clothes to highlight their attributes (legs, ass, waist, face, whatever) , it is at times teeth-grindingly unbearable.

and my point is that this is part of the allure of bkk. there is a day-long grind at work, which has overtones of subtle sexual teasing. and so by the time the end of the day rolls around, i am so fucking primed it is not remotely funny. i want to sink my teeth into a tight thai lady with a tighter little skirt with sexy toned legs and cute large oval eyes while she says 'fuck me, kaa'. for the record, that has never happened.

as i boarded the skytrain at 6:30pm, i got an sms from the skinny model from the night before. she asked if i had a nice day, and said her friend (legs) was coming to climax tonight, will i be there, and will i take her? i said, yes, yes, and damn straight. so my night was taking shape, and i could not be more pleased. i had been thinking about that girl with legs for the last two days, and i'm glad things might finally work out. i think the skinny one was intimating that i should be loyal to her and reject leggy, but you know what? i've done her twice now, and there was no major connection, so no need to linger.

grabbed dinner at a coffee shop on soi 11, and tripped over to nep, around 9pm. on the way, i decided to run the gauntlet of suk because i needed some espresso from starbucks. as i walked past the lbs, they were less interested in me tonight, which was good, but the african ladies saw me and their eyes opened wide. one of them sees her prey, scrawny, weak and separated from the herd. 'hallo darling. come i tell you something' as she grabs my arm. again with the vice grip, she grabbed my pencil thin wrist with a grip that immediately cut off all circulation to my hand. wow, what the hell kind of strength does this lady have? i looked down at my wrist to see if it was purple yet, and to my horror i saw that she was holding my wrist with two fingers and a thumb. i mean, it wasn't even a full five finger grab, just a 2+thumb! i felt my manhood shrink a little, as she insisted that i come with her, just to talk. i said no thanks, i appreciate your very kind offer you sweet, lovely lady, but no thanks, no, no, no! and i yanked my wrist away and quick footed-myself away from harms way. oh why do they pick on poor kumbu?

stood in line at starbucks behind an african gentleman dressed like he was a player. he had a semi-formal sleeved shirt on, dark blue slacks, and good shoes: not your usual fair for most people in bkk at 10pm. he ordered a double decaf latte, which was a little odd for someone planning a jaunt through sex town, so maybe he was done with his escapades. when he had to pay, he pulls out a fucking brick of thousand baht notes, peels one off and hands it over to the wide-eyed cashier. my turn, at the last minute i decided on a triple red eye, and i just could not get them to understand that i did not want an americano. so finally i explain it to them step-by-step, and eventually we all agree to the plan: three shots of espresso into a short coffee cup, and then topped up with coffee, not water. and the barista proceeds to make a triple-shot americano. hmmm.

i took my weak-ass triple americano and sat a seat away from the african guy, and noticed that he was genuinely african, not american or european (based upon his accent and the style of his clothes). what's more, he had a bulge in his pocket that was not from the wad of thousands he was carrying. i mean, it was shamelessly blatant: a fucking tent was being pitched in his pants, right there in starbucks. hmm, is he beginning his jaunt or ending it? he didn't strike me as the pimp type, so i don't think he was connected to the strong grabby ladies outside, but i never did figure out what his story was because i downed my americano and high tailed it across the street to nep.

i dropped by r4 (very disappointed) , then angelwitch, where i was propositioned by the bubbly waitress with thick-framed glasses and a dancer with an under-bite that boggled my eyes. not even remotely interested. the show was already going, and i spied a dancer who, for me, was just superb. she had large tits, perhaps b / c, completely natural (obvious from how she moved) , solid legs and ass, and a face that just mesmerized. the next night i returned with bluey (an isg member who asked to remain anonymous) , and we commented on how she looks a little like a young linda carter (bluey: that's her name!). but she's a dancer, which means she is either not for bfing, or would cost so much that only that african gentleman with a brick in his pants (right next to the tent pole) could afford her. the waitress and under-bite kept hassling me, and so i bailed.

i then went to r3 and spied a really sexy girl with a shapely, round ass, thick legs, but a very, very sexy face. she had a wonderful little smile, with small little teeth and wide, large eyes. her face was a little oval, with large full cheeks. she was a very cute girl, but i was not in the mood to deal with the gogo girl haggling, so i decided to just cool my heels. we made eyes for a moment or two, long enough for her to take note of me. her face had this expression like she was somewhat uninterested, and i wasn't sure if that was her normal expression, or if her disinterest was aimed at being in a gogo bar, or at me in particular. the vibe was odd. she would occasionally look my way, but not in the 'come hither' kind of way. but i decided that there is no other way to figure this out other than talking with her, because she was definitely a bedable specimen. so i asked a waitress to get her for me, she came down, and we chatted. she was nice, she smiled at the right times, she asked the right questions, she nodded and agreed in the right ways, but there just wasn't anything there to hang my hat on. she was definitely not into me, and i know better than to force the issue. taking a girl who is less than enthusiastic will lead to a less than enthusiastic experience. so i decided to give her a tip of 100b and told her i would be back tomorrow. the tip was for me to stick in her memory, and perhaps if i return, the chemistry would be better. preview: this did not work at all. she was just not into me, and i am so glad i did not pull that trigger.

trotted over to r1 (hitting all the rainbow joints tonight, not by intention though). i sat down and was faced with a line of jiggling hopping enthusiastic leggy gals. i liked this line up. i spied 2 or 3 girls who were kumbu worthy, so i settled in and switched on the analytical gaze. girl #1 was tall, slender, but with a face that was a little scrunched up. it was too compact in a vertical dimension, so the mouth was too close to the nose, and the eyes were too low, and her forehead was too big. the rest of her was rather stupendously good, but i just couldn't get past that crowded face. off my list.

girl #2 was again tall, with peroxide hair (uh-oh) , and a face with very classically beautiful features. she had a pert nose (not the large implant or the flat broad nose) , with large, oval eyes and fake eyelashes. her mouth was small and pert, and i suspect she harbored a mouth full of steel. her arms were long and slender, and her legs were similarly proportioned. i generally prefer some meat on the bones, but there was something about how she was moving which caught the eye, and i couldn't let it go. she turned a little and i saw her hips. wow, these were large, round hips, with very little meat on them, and so that was pure child-bearing treasure right there. but then i noticed the space. oh the space, why the space? why spoil such a good thing with the space?

her hips were superb, but the space between her hips and her breasts was just, well, too long. her belly was flat as a pancake but it was spread out over three times as much real-estate as it should be. so she looked like she had been stretched out right in her midsection, and no where else. i closed my eyes and shook my head to kind of reset my vision, and opened my eyes again on the hope that on a fresh look it would not look so awkward. but the second look was even worse: she was such a gorgeous woman, but unfortunately her gorgeousness was split across two halves that were separated by a chasm of flat belly flesh. so i crossed her off the list too.

finally, girl #3, was downright pulling her eyeballs out of her head and throwing them at me. she was doing the stripper squat at the pole in front of me, baring her braces in full glory to me, tilting her head and winking. i mean she was not holding anything back. she had dark hair, braces, a pretty face, and legs that kumbu simply adored. i mean, they were slender but very, very shapely, and she moved ever so well. her hips gyrated with great adroitness and her butt, while a bit smaller than i like, was still plenty substantial to satisfy these most supremely grubby hands.

so i pulled her down for a discussion of terms. when i did that, she squealed like she had won a prize and high fived her friend and skittered across the stage to come down. as she did this, i noticed the isaan toes. ugh. isaan toes are a common feature in gogo girl workers, and i'm afraid i find it rather unpleasant. specifically, some of the girls wear big, high-heeled shoes when they dance, and due to simple physics, this pushes their feet forward into the shoe. as a result, their toes hang out over the front of the shoe, sometimes the pinkie and maybe the second toe will hang out to the side, sometimes all five toes will stick out.

for whatever reason, i find this a major turn off. i can't explain it, and i am a little ashamed to even try because it will come off as really disrespectful and crude. ok, i don't really mean to compare these girls to animals, and i hate it when people do that, but in this particular respect, this particular phenomenon reminds me of, well, the feet of a hippopotamus. i know, a hippo probably has a hoof, and truth be told, i probably couldn't pick out a hippo hoof from a police line up, but somehow that idea got into my mind a few years ago when i first saw it, and i can't shake it. the upside is that every time i visit the zoo with my kid, i get a slight boner at the hippo exhibit.

as i tried to rinse the hippo image out of my mind with a few swigs of heineken, she arrived, all giddy and smiley. first, her skin was an odd color. up close, it had a subtle purplish tone. odd, i know. but that's ok. her demeanor was superb: she was giggly and playful and she chatted freely and she looked me in the eye, and she leaned in when she needed to. things were going swimmingly, until i noticed her lips.

her lower lip was fine. i mean, it was a little thin, but it was fine. her upper lip, however, was a distraction. everything she said was a blur because i could not stop looking at that lip. first of all, she had a little ronnie going on, which was not helping at all. but more importantly, her lip was in a constant state of flex, meaning it protruded out of her face perpendicular to her teeth, in a flat shallow plane. this happened not when she smiled or when she was listening but only when she talked. my guess is that it had something to do with the braces. do lips get caught in braces? i guess. she was talking a lot right then, and that's all i could see. i could not bear it any more, and i just wanted the lip to stop doing that, and i did not know how to make it stop.

and so i looked away from her as she talked. i just looked off to the base of the stage, no where in particular, just to get my gaze away from the lip. and now that i think about it, that was a pretty cruel thing to do. and as evidence of this cruelty, i heard her speech rate slow as she noticed this, and her talking slowly petered out. what a shitty way for me to behave, and i immediately felt shame. she did not deserve to be disrespected by kumbu, or anyone else, and especially because of something as trivial as the positioning of her upper lip. i'm sure she's used to being disrespected, and in the scheme of things this is not going to affect her life one bit. but still, it was needless of me. i must repent somehow.

but shamed as i was, i was in no position to bf her, that's for sure. the isaan toes, plus the horizontal upper lip were enough to kill this deal, and i had to get out of there. so i did the lowest thing available to me: i lied. i began the exit move, telling her about how i had to meet my friend, and how i would love to bf her, but cannot today. not my classiest moment, but sometimes one does things they are not proud of. calling my lie for what it was, she says to me, 'i know: you come back tomorrow. it's ok. ' in other words, 'i've heard all of this before. ' to assuage my guilt, i popped her a 100, patted her on her supremely sexy knee and walked out with my tail between my legs. as i walked past the curtain and into the humidity outside, i thought to myself, 'kumbu, you spoiled, spoiled shit. '

it was getting late now, approaching midnight. i needed to meet my leggy friend at climax at 12:30, and i did not feel like hitting another gogo bar that night, so i walked the streets, trying to avoid human contact as best i could. i walked up soi 5, or maybe it was 7, all the way to the end where it turns left and to the benjana (?) hotel, and then back down the other side. there were precious few people up those sides, and i enjoyed the solace of pounding the pavement. the rhythm of the walking and the quiet of the midnight air soothed me and relaxed me, and i began to purge the negativity and self-loathing that had built up over the last few hours. i got back to suk and tried to get a motocy to take me back to my hotel on soi 11, which ordinarily costs 30b from that spot. he said 'sii sip baht. ' on another night i would have just agreed, but tonight i was feeling a little pissed off with myself and the world, so i said to the greedy bastard, with a straight face 'may your progeny be cursed with undescended testicles'.

'arai na? '

i turned and walked off, and back up soi 11 to my hotel for a shower and a red bull before hitting climax.

[QUOTE=PinkPearl; 1455908]The fact is people have been carted off to a Thai police station & jailed for not having their passport on them. If you want to take that chance, be their guest.

There is no reason to believe the cops who took these people into custody would have had a legitimate reason to do so if they had their passports on them. If they are honest Buddha fearing cops they wouldn't arrest you for no reason.

It's an easy simple thing to carry my passport with me. Like putting on my trousers, bringing cash, wearing a seat belt & having medical insurance when I travel. Therefore no freaking required, because I'm protected. Are you.

Do what you want, good luck, & you're welcome, I'll leave it at that.[/QUOTE]Are you saying that when you go to the soapies and the gogo house and the chatuchak market you carry your passport with you? You must be freaking.

[QUOTE=PinkPearl; 1455908]The fact is people have been carted off to a Thai police station & jailed for not having their passport on them. If you want to take that chance, be their guest.

There is no reason to believe the cops who took these people into custody would have had a legitimate reason to do so if they had their passports on them. If they are honest Buddha fearing cops they wouldn't arrest you for no reason.

It's an easy simple thing to carry my passport with me. Like putting on my trousers, bringing cash, wearing a seat belt & having medical insurance when I travel. Therefore no freaking required, because I'm protected. Are you.

Do what you want, good luck, & you're welcome, I'll leave it at that.[/QUOTE]What is to stop the police from planting yaba in your pockets and shaking you down? What is to protect you from the police from taking your passport and pretending you never had it? What is to protect you from the police doing anything they want to you? Nothing. I don't have any illusions about what Thailand is, a corrupt feudal plutocracy. I feel a lot of sadness for thais having to live with this system and keep on smiling. I'm simply saying that whatever protection you think you have is illusory because the only law here is that might is right.

[QUOTE=Traveler1234;1454974]We are bless to now have a few more Hemingway writers / contributors: in addition to Syzgies, FreebieFan, Nic, we now have Sir Lancelot, Skogis and most recent Kumbu. If I missed anyone, not intentional ;)[/QUOTE]LOL T1234. I am not a writer. I produce only near English. Its just a string of miscellaneous notes or info dump or aspects to ponder. I'm too lazy to even try to write well, and I prefer Nic as he is entertainingly amusing when he is an expansive mood, albeit a bit infrequently these days. A true story teller, without senseless raving!

[QUOTE=Eadam;1454288]So I've spent 2 nights in BKK already without getting laid. Must be some kind of record.[/QUOTE]No, no. Not at all. I have been longer, when GF on the rag, or have been sick. In any case, scanning back through the last most recent few pages of this thread, it seems that hardly anyone is getting laid, except you, me, and maybe one other. Reports of actual sex occurring seem very few and far between and there is lots of other not strictly mongering topics like passports, the price of drinks, a 10 baht difference in a motorcycle price in a Farang oriented district, what makes girls beautiful, etc. So when you finally get layed (or is it laid) , it's really a great relief. There should be more of it. I haven't got laid today yet! Better do something to rectify shortly! Can't remember if my last one was yesterday or the day before.

[QUOTE=Pointy Stick; 1455348]Dude, you should fully chill. One thing about Thailand is the enforcement of the law by agents of the state is completely arbitrary. If you think having your passport on your person will protect you from police doing whatever they want to do to you then it doesn't reflect reality. Sure it'd be awesome if the police actually followed the law but they don't. It's actually no use arguing that we should observe the law in a corrupt third world country beyond the bare minimum and there are actually good reasons not to at times.

If you're freaked out and need to do so then fine but the rest of us are fine with not doing so to our advantage. You should leave it at theat.[/QUOTE]Actually, it's been my experience that the cops do not frame people. Yes, it is arbitrary whether they will actually "charge" you with a crime or even decide who to pull over. However, from what I've seen and experienced, they only get you if you're technically breaking the law.

For example, no helmet, no international drivers permit, no seat belt, the list goes on. Sure, in tourist areas, they may not stop Thais for obviously breaking the same laws, but for the foreigners, I've only seen they actually charge you with a real citation or bribe if you're actually breaking some law. Even then, they may not. For example, I've been stopped without a passport or IPD and been let go. I gave him my California driver's license and he said something to the effect of,"Well, you are wearing your helmet so go on."

Likewise, I've been stopped with my passport and California drivers license, but without an IDP, and had to pay the 200 baht fine.

But I, and many others I know, have been stopped and not had to pay anything as long as I had a helmet, had a driver's license, had an IDP, and had my passport. There are simply too many people breaking some law that it's easy for them to move on to the next guy.

So again, it's arbitrary enforcement of the laws, but I've not seen any actual framing to get tea money.

Having said that, I too do not carry my passport everywhere. Yes, it is theoretically possible that a cop will randomly search me and send me off the prison, but that's a risk I'm willing to take, knock on wood.

[QUOTE=RBDave;1456053]Having said that, I too do not carry my passport everywhere. Yes, it is theoretically possible that a cop will randomly search me and send me off the prison, but that's a risk I'm willing to take, knock on wood.[/QUOTE]Not to anyone in particular, but PP said he would leave it that. Saathu!

Hopefully this topic is now done to death, and we can all get back to mongering. Normally the General Thread is preferred for non-mongering topics. Yes I know I am not the moderator. Just a personal opinion.

VIP report.

Took a girl. OK oil massage. Then the fireworks started. All bad. 3 strike and you are out!

To reward girl for decent massage I decided to go for sexual activity.

1. A stomach covered with some kind of Samoan warrior tatto. Covered half the midsection. This alone, if I knew I wouldn't have chosen this girl.

2. The panties came off and I thought I was in India or Sri Lanka. LOL.

3. The least horrifying, boobs in bra looked kind of odd. Bra cums off and it was OMG, one boob looked ok. The other one looked deflated like a flat tire. LOL.

Out of the last 10 girls I've chosen only been ok with 2. Don't think ill ever find a girl I want to do 150 sessions with again ever in my life. That was just one of those things. Just unexplainable how I clicked with that girl.

One bad drawback about MPs is you just have no idea what the body looks like. I'm disappointed more often than not.

[QUOTE=Syzygies;1456044]LOL T1234. I am not a writer.[/QUOTE]Actually you're not a Hemingway, more like the famous Penthouse publisher Bob Guccione ;)

Sorry we missed each other this time around....