The Familiar Stink of an Unwashed Crevice
the exertions of mango were easily alleviated by some tasty but expensive dinner at the emporium. that's an often under-appreciated fact about bkk: that the food options are numerous, both in terms of quality as well as price. in so many places that you go to monger, the food options are limited to very basic things, e. g, pork, beans and rice, or sausages with french fries, or something nasty like that. but bkk offers a huge variety of foods, provided you are not set on exactly what you get back home. for example, if i am looking for mama's pizza, i ain't finding it in bkk: not even in the emporium. but if i am willing to try something new, something spicy, and something unnervingly exotic, i am very likely to get a kick in the taste buds along with that kick in the balls from the mongering.
afterwards i powered up at the starbucks at the emporium. i asked for a quad red eye, and it just took forever to explain what this meant. four shots of espresso, yes, four shots, into coffee, yes, regular coffee. no, not water, no not an americano, i want four shots of espresso into a cup of coffee. no, not a quad americano. look, make four shots of espresso into this cup, and then fill it up with coffee. yes, coffee, coffee. coffee. not water. coffee.
three minutes later i get a triple americano. i returned it to profuse amounts of 'sorry kaaa', and about 10 minutes later it got figured out (or maybe they stumbled upon it by accident). i don't mean to demean the local starbuck's employees, because this is also probably my fault in that i don't speak thai, but it was just such a struggle to get this simple concept across.
anyway, properly motivated by my quad red eye, i motored back to the hotel, showered properly, jingled back down soi 11 to a coffee shop for some dinner, topped up with a suitable amount of carbs laden with plenty of spices, and then tittered my way over to nep. my first stop was r3 to visit the plus sized cutie who had eyes for everyone except kumbu. glutton for punishment, or ever the optimist?
i come in, and she is just getting off her stage shift. she is squeezing into a pathetically tight set of jean shorts, and as she jiggles this way and that to get her ass into the jeans, she looks my way. our eyes meet, and i see her mouth move a little, her eyes tighten just a tad around the edges, and her brow furrow ever so slightly. for a moment i imagined sparks were flying between us, only to realize the expression on her face was not attraction or intrigue, but a grimace. she was doing her best to get the heft and full breadth of her ass into the petite jean shorts.
i sat down and decided that all this footsie was getting me no where: might as well poke the sleeping lion, or else i will never know if she is worth further effort or not. so i call her over, and rather than scamper over like most other gogo girls, this girl smiles but saunters over at her own pace. she sits daintily next to me and we start to chat. i get her vital statistics, she gets mine, and after a few minutes of labored chatting, i make the pitch.
k: you want to come to my hotel?
#81: ok kaa. you want st or lt?
k: how much for each?
#81: st 3500b lt 5000b.
k: wow.
#81: (smiles revealing a cute dimple)
k: wow.
#81: looks disinterestedly away at the stage, like, whatever.
k: wow.
so i check bin and walk out, never to return to r3. i trot over to r1 looking for the possibly under-aged #45. i get in and mama san invites me to her spot. i sit down next to her and get a drink for me. i offer mama san a drink, and to my surprise, she declines. she cites either indigestion or poong pui, i couldn't tell which, but whatever, i was just being polite. i strike up a conversation with the lady, who you could tell was a striking lady just a few years ago. she is probably in her mid forties, just a few years older than me, and was probably a gogo girl in her time. so she knows the business pretty well. she has a pretty face, but one which you can tell takes no bullshit. she sees right through all of us, both the customers and the girls. she chews gum incessantly like it powers her bullshit-meter. and in this line of work, that is a crucial tool of the trade.
so i ask her about #45. where is she? she tells me that she no come tonight. i tell her that makes three days in a row now. she looks confused. she walks over to the counter and checks with her book, and comes back and shows me the sign of a cross with her two arms, indicating that #45 has been axed from the books. i ask her why, and she says don't know, the girl never came back. i asked if she was ****, and mama san looks at me with a straight face, too straight of a face. she brings her face close to mine, switches her gum from one side of her mouth to the other, our noses perhaps 2 inches apart, and she says in a monotone,"no, she not too young, she no like gogo bar, ok kaa?"
ok krap.
i was 2 inches from this somewhat attractive older former gogo girl. i could smell the mint flavored gum she was chewing incessantly, the smell of some kind of orange drink she had consumed earlier, and the scent of cheap hair conditioner. i could see the discolorations of the sclera in her left eye, and the gentle bags beneath both her eyes. somehow i felt a sense of closeness to this woman, who i had met perhaps six times in the last six days, and with whom i had built a kind of professional rapport. she was slim, well-built, and had verve like few girls on stage. and i knew that if i ended up in bed with her, she would rock my fucking world. i mean, she looked tough as nails, and given that she has probably been around the block a few times, she probably knows tricks that no one else does. hell, this might be just what the doctor ordered.
"mama san (kumbu looks her in the eyes) , customer bar fine mama san, daay may?"
she stopped chewing her gum. she did not move her face, still two inches from mine, but she looked me straight in the eye. her gaze did not waiver for 10 seconds, nor did mine. the music thumped in the background, and the girls danced and squealed like never before, sensing that something was happening. everything seemed to slow down, my eyes focused on hers, noise and commotion all around us. but after 10 seconds of the childhood game of who blinks first, kumbu blinked first. i broke off and began to explain myself, at which point she broke off, turned around and welcomed a large falang man with a certain crazy in his eyes into her bar. she ushered him to a spot far away from me, and as she passed me, she looked at me through the corner of her eye with utter disdain. wow, she did not like being propositioned, and to tell the truth, i think i might have offended her. not sure how, but that was surreal.
ok, so the hunt continues. it was now almost 11:30pm, and i get a text from the skinny model from climax asking where i am, and whether i want to go with her tonight. i reply saying i am around, but not that interested. maybe tomorrow (phphphp). the skinny model had pissed me off with her antics a few nights earlier. she wanted a 1000b tip for hooking me up with her leggy friend, which i thought was excessive. and she then got pissy with me when i failed to pay her the full 1000b. so i decided that she did not deserve to drink from the well of kumbu.
literally minutes later, her leggy friend texted me with the same question (worded differently). it occurred to me that they were sitting right next to each other doing this, and it kind of amused me to think of the skinny girl's face and ego taking a hit when i agree to go with leggy. i was not terribly interested in her, but on the other hand, i would not mind nailing that pair of legs again. i would have to be careful to avoid the skin-ripping bj, but other than that, she was a good lay.
so i agreed, and i tried to be as over-the-top excited as i could, just to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] off the skinny girl. we agreed that leggy would come directly to my hotel at midnight, so i would not need to deal with the rigors of climax. so i hightailed it back to the hotel, showered again, and as soon as i was done, she called me from the lobby. perfect timing. i go down to get her, and this time the hotel guy wants her i'd. cool.
when we get in, we do the niceties over a beer, and then she showers. i was already clean, so i got into bed and awaited her. she came out promptly, perhaps too promptly, and turned off the lights completely. no, no, no, this would not do, an artist needs light in order to work. i must have light! so on come a few lights.
i get right down to business, kissing her neck and ears (remembering that this really turned her on). i then went down to her breasts, which remember, were fake as hell. they were huge, softer than most fakkies, but still fake. i tried to get into them, to really suck them silly, but i just couldn't get into it. in fact, around minute 3 of the affair, little kumbu began to lose his stiffness, which is a sure-tell sign that this is not natural. so i went south.
as i approached her pubic region, i once again kissed passed her pubic hair and around her hip. i turned her onto her side and maneuvered my kisses onto her butt cheeks, with the intention of accessing her pubic region from the back side, kind of doing the long-tongue routine. now the ltr is a difficult move to pull off, especially on a largish girl, since it requires that you strain your tongue to its maximum length and to wiggle and stimulate in this extended position for lengthy periods of time. it also is difficult to execute because your view is partially occluded by, well, ass meat. so you have a partially obscured view, and require lengthy use of your fully extended tongue, which makes the ltr a move that is not for the faint of heart. but i feel confident in my experience, and having pulled it off several times with other, sometimes larger women, i felt the time was right to try it again.
however, as i approached the butt crack, i smelled the all-too familiar odor of an unwashed crevice. it was stank, pure and simple, and kumbu was not about to tolerate it. damn, i was not at all interested in sticking bits of my oral apparatus into human cracks that are unwashed. in fact, who knows if she had cleaned since she and i had last been together, two nights previous? i gently shuddered.
ok, the ltr, and any other move on the daty is a no go for tonight. i therefore attempted to execute my mission: to kiss from her ankles up the legs, across the ass and down the other leg again. i turned her onto her belly and worked my way down her legs. i have to say though that her legs were magnificent. the flesh was firm, supple and beautifully textured. it had a sheen to it that only leg meat has, and i drooled my way all the way down her left leg, taking deep, full mouthfuls of thigh, hammie and then calf flesh. oh the decadence, it was fantastic.
i got to the ankle, worked all around the ankle, and then methodically worked my way back up. every inch was covered, meticulously kissed and nuzzled, until i got to the ass, and then again that stench took over. holy cow, what the hell was in there? i decided my mission could not be accomplished today, since i could not tolerate crossing that ravine in this condition.
so i pulled out and was not sure what to do now: my plan had been spoiled. she senses the indecision and gets up and makes for the bbbj. oh good heavens no! please! for the love of all that is holy and proper in this world, not the bbbj! anything but the bj! but she was intent on sucking, perhaps to inflict pain on me, but she would not take no for an answer.
ok, so i decided i would try to teach her how to not hurt me. i told her not to stretch the penis skin like she was doing, and she seemed confused. i offered her little kumbu, and pulled her hand away from the base so she could not stretch anything. she sucked gingerly at first, and then decided to take more into her mouth. and as she did so, she bared her fangs and scraped teeth down the shaft. aaaaahhh! i grimaced louder than i needed to, just to send her the message, and she looked up at me, dick in mouth, and made a kind of muffled 'wha? ' sound. i said, 'no teeth, it hurts', and she chuckles as if i was kidding, and proceeds to give little kumbu a tooth job. aaaaahhh!
enough!
i pull out and throw her to the bed in a frantic attempt to save my manhood. ok girl, it is time for some fucking, no, no, i mean, it is time for some ffffffffffffffucking. on went the trojan, and i put my hand between her legs to see if she was wet yet. to my surprise, she was. i thought it might be lube she stuck into herself in the shower, and decided i did not care: it was time to fuck, and any cerebral considerations were out the window.
in goes little kumbu, and i slid in easily. tonight was the night for the fan treatment (tm). here's how this works. you start in missionary position and insert just your head into her pussy and do a few gentle in-and-outs, just to get the ball rolling. you then slowly increase the depth of your plumbing, gently pumping in and out, with each stroke going millimeters deeper than that last, until you are about half way into her pussy. pump for a while at this very precise depth, carefully avoiding the temptation to plunge any deeper. it is likely that the angle of penetration is from the top down into her pussy because you are propped above her pushing down. so here is where the fan treatment (tm) comes in.
you pull out about 90% and drop your balls right down onto the sheets and then push back in, but this time at an upward angle, hitting the roof of her vagina and rubbing all the way back. once you are about half way into her pussy, you raise your body, thus changing the angle of your penis. the bottom of her vagina then acts as a fulcrum and the middle of your penis is the pivot point. so as you raise your body, the tip of the penis fans downward within her vagina, stimulating regions of the vagina which are rarely stimulated. this is the fan treatment (tm).
it is hard to pull off, and requires some upper body and abdominal strength, but it is definitely worth it. you repeat this over and over, and the key to the move is that your penis fans from top to bottom within her vagina, over and over again. again, should you choose to use this move, and report on it here, please refer to it as the fan treatment (tm). uncle volodya, when you try this with your monogamous girl, and she splinters into pieces in delight, just gently whisper into her ear,"who likes the fan treatment?"
as i began this, she gasped out loud. her fingers grasped the back of my shoulders and she began digging her fingernails into my back. i kind of enjoy that level of enthusiasm, but honestly, she was hurting my delicate back. i am not built like an ox, although i think of myself as somewhat fit, but still, the strength she had in those fingers was quite disconcerting. nonetheless, i pressed on. i did the fan treatment (tm) for another 2-3 minutes before she started to crescendo. she whimpered a little, and i picked up my pace. she groaned, and i increased the height of the fan. she let out a long, soulful aaaaaaaaah, and i rammed myself fully into her, and the race to the finish was on. the energy picked up, and we were fucking like rabbits suddenly. all 'techniques' were out the window and we were just animals copulating as hard and as fast as we could.
she came, and it was rather obvious because i could feel liquid around little kumbu, even through the condom. she was really wet downstairs, and i began wondering where i would sleep that night (the sheets being puddled as they were). so i slowed and let her catch her breath. she looks at me and asks 'why you no finish? '
i looked at her and said, 'you want me to finish? ok, all i need is your legs. ' so i lifted her legs up above her head, little kumbu still stuck within her, and i held her legs together in front of me. i could not see her face through the legs: all i could see was ankles up top, beautiful well-shaped legs right in front of my face, going down to the round, substantial hips / butt, with little kumbu stuck into the pussy. i fucked her hard at that point while i sucked her left calf, then her right calf. my hands were grabbing her thighs, front and back, groping at full speed, perhaps too hard, but grabbing as much leg flesh as i could. the feeling of leg flesh in my mouth, my hands and on my chest, with little kumbu pumping away at top speed was enough to send me over the edge, and presto whamo, things were done.
i showered, then she did, i paid her 2000b, and off she went. i went to sleep a happy man that night, having had two decent experiences for the day, which more than made up for the loss of the previous night.
my next report is of a pickup from soi cowboy (bacarra). this girl was the pick of the bunch, and easily made my whole trip a memorable joy.
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Lunch, dinner, and dessert
I found this nice lady on DIA. Interesting as we first met for lunch. She's quite nice but a bit hard to read. So I played it cautiously as one should with a non professional.
Overall, a very nice lady. She's like 26. No kids, never married before. 2 years since last bf. There seem to be a lot of these in BKK. Wonder why?
We were having drinks late night Rooftop and it occurred to me to just go ahead and reserve a room there. So we moved deepen for or so floors. Nice room. She was very caring and wanting to give. Problem is she's not so flexible any more which made several positions non starters. But I'd try her again.
Red eye and barfining Mamasan
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Afterwards I powered up at the Starbucks at the Emporium. I asked for a quad red eye, and it just took forever to explain what this meant. Four shots of espresso, yes, four shots, into coffee, yes, regular coffee. No, not water, no not an Americano, I want four shots of espresso into a cup of coffee. No, not a quad Americano. Look, make four shots of espresso into this cup, and then fill it up with coffee. Yes, coffee, coffee. Coffee. Not water. Coffee.
Three minutes later I get a triple Americano. I returned it to profuse amounts of 'sorry kaaa', and about 10 minutes later it got figured out (or maybe they stumbled upon it by accident). I don't mean to demean the local Starbuck's employees, because this is also probably my fault in that I don't speak Thai, but it was just such a struggle to get this simple concept across.
Anyway, properly motivated by my quad red eye, I motored back to the hotel, showered properly, jingled back down soi 11 to a coffee shop for some dinner, topped up with a suitable amount of carbs laden with plenty of spices, and then tittered my way over to NEP. My first stop was R3 to visit the plus sized cutie who had eyes for everyone except Kumbu. Glutton for punishment, or ever the optimist?
I was 2 inches from this somewhat attractive older former gogo girl. I could smell the mint flavored gum she was chewing incessantly, the smell of some kind of orange drink she had consumed earlier, and the scent of cheap hair conditioner. I could see the discolorations of the sclera in her left eye, and the gentle bags beneath both her eyes. Somehow I felt a sense of closeness to this woman, who I had met perhaps six times in the last six days, and with whom I had built a kind of professional rapport. She was slim, well-built, and had verve like few girls on stage. And I knew that if I ended up in bed with her, she would rock my fucking world. I mean, she looked tough as nails, and given that she has probably been around the block a few times, she probably knows tricks that no one else does. Hell, this might be just what the doctor ordered.
"Mama san (Kumbu looks her in the eyes) , customer bar fine mama san, daay may?"
She stopped chewing her gum. She did not move her face, still two inches from mine, but she looked me straight in the eye. Her gaze did not waiver for 10 seconds, nor did mine. The music thumped in the background, and the girls danced and squealed like never before, sensing that something was happening. Everything seemed to slow down, my eyes focused on hers, noise and commotion all around us. But after 10 seconds of the childhood game of who blinks first, Kumbu blinked first. I broke off and began to explain myself, at which point she broke off, turned around and welcomed a large falang man with a certain crazy in his eyes into her bar. She ushered him to a spot far away from me, and as she passed me, she looked at me through the corner of her eye with utter disdain. Wow, she did not like being propositioned, and to tell the truth, I think I might have offended her. Not sure how, but that was surreal.[/QUOTE]Nice report Kumbu. I'm not surprised Starbucks didn't understand your order in Thailand. I think they are just fine with anything on the menu board, but once you ask for something "unusual", they get lost. This isn't just at Starbucks either, I find it difficult to get an egg over medium in just about any place in Thailand. And if you said something like,"It's not an Americano, it's just four shots of espresso in a cup filled with coffee", they heard "Blah blah blah 'Americano', blah blah blah 'four shots of expresso'". I usually have better luck telling them how to make it rather than what it is,"Put four shots of espresso into a cup and then fill it with brewed coffee." Even this isn't perfect because you are placing your order with someone who is not making it.
Regarding barfining mamasan, I've never actually done it, but I've plenty of times joked with mamasan about it. Never have they been insulted. I get one of two responses,"My barfine is FREE!" or "My barfine is 10, 000 baht!" But given our rapport, it's probably apparent I'm just joking, so not sure what the response would be if I made a serious offer.
Many of the younger mamasans are recent bar girl graduates, so more likely have a sponsor, boyfriend, or husband. Still doesn't mean they don't want to be BFed though.
