T from Pilok: smokin':D
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T from Pilok: smokin':D
A from Pilok: smokin' :D
Freeler: What are they smoking? If you mean they are performing fellatio, the gentleman being fellatio'd has no condom. But you led us to believe you always got a cbj.
I find your photos demean Thai women. I don't know why you covered up the photo of the elephant with the jumbo sized vagina on the Pattaya size and left the Pilok ladies as nature made them.
As I have started sending money to Kai, a lady friend of mine in Northern Thailand, I would ask all of you to show more respect to these good wemen. Thailand is not Morocco, you know.
The Pizza man.
WOAH HOO!...Gooooood shots Freeler! :D you must've tooken a cue from Belguel!
Ok, one more smokin'....
Freeler,
Nice shots... work them.
juice
Feeler,
I think you should change your user name to Cheech. Keep up the good work.
Fo the ecod,
I have just decided NOT to espond to anyone who can't type RRRRRRRR's,
Thank you
Sorry Dude,
I guess I didn't look hard enough at the name and thought Feeler (feel her) seemed more appropriate for such a stud as yourself. No disespect intended.
Adjarn
AirAsia is running incredible promotional fares, round trip to Khon Kaen for 340 THB. Never been to Issan, but after shagging so many from there, I'm curious. 340 THB matches taxi fare to the BKK airport, including tolls, tip, and a side trip to drop my G Spot girl at home. The 'breakfast of champions' sure was good this morning, the twenty-one year old had just the right amount of baby fat on her sweet bottom. Even the 20th floor view from the balcony, overlooking the River of Kings, was no comparison.
The 450 km flight takes about 40 minutes, and the Sofitel Raja Orchid runs a complementary airport shuttle. This hotel is the tallest building in town, 25 floors, and the room size is very spacious, similar to my Horizon Room at the Shangri-La, although not as nicely appointed. Still, at a cost of 1900, considerably less than the 5000 I paid at the Shang, with a Priceline booking and $50 upgrade.
After a shower, I stroll over to the Koza Mall for a plate of pad thai. Where are all the farangs? I haven't seen one since I left the hotel. After the meal, I take a long walk down the main street for a closer look at the town. Thirsty for a beer, I stop at Top West Pub and Restaurant. No customers are present as yet, the staff is just setting up for the evening. "Heineken", I say to one of the young men. "No have", he barks back. "Singha", I counter, and take a seat at one of the outdoor tables, warped by rain so that it seems like driftwood. This is an open-air restaurant with an American West motif. A drum set sits against the far wall, which is covered with Old Glory. "Band tonite?", I ask the waiter as he brings a large bottle of Heineken. "2 o'clock', he replies, holding up two fingers.
I read farangs hang out at a bar called Number 1, on khonkaen.com. After finishing my beer, I ask the waiter if he knows where it is and show him the address I've written on a scrap of paper: 377/7 Na Muong Road. He shows it to the rest of the staff, and an older man comes over and draws a map with directions for me. He then says something to one of the waiters, who goes and fetches his plastic helmet. I don't believe it, he's actually going to offer to drive me there in this scooter! "No no, it's OK, I'll walk", I say, and thank them all while shaking hands.
After a 20 minute walk, I arrive at Number 1 Bar and Restaurant, a small hole-in-the-wall place with one pool table and some small dining tables. Two farangs are stooled at the bar, a thai man sits at a table eating peanuts, and two thai women are playing pool. A waitress takes my order of a calamari salad and bottle of Heineken, and the farangs join me and we discuss politics, Thailand, and the meaning of life. "Where can I find girls in this town?', the most pertinent question on my mind. "Well, there are a few massage parlors." I'm told, as well as that one of the girls shooting pool is the owner's wife, and there isn't a large enough farang population to support a Nana-like bar scene.
I head back toward my hotel and stop at a disco I'd noticed before, but it seems closed permanently. A young thai man approaches me from a bar across the street, "You want boy", he asks, "No take money, no kill you." Well, that's very reassuring. "No, I like girls," I tell him, and continue walking.
Back towards the main street are a small collection of bars, all populated with young thais, but at least I notice some girls there. Wondering about, I smile at three young honeys and initiate a conversation, although their English is difficult to comprehend. The one in the middle wears braces, but is exceptionally cute and wearing a very short dress. Immediately, I feel the urge to jump on her. She has difficulties with English, so she calls a girlfriend on her cell and I exchange pleasantries. I'm finally able to determine the girls work at Violin Karaoke around the corner, and the cute one invites me along.
We sit outside after I buy a round of drinks. The mamasan appears and introduces herself, she's about 30, older than all the other girls, and I wouldn't mind bar fining her either. She explains a girl is 200 baht an hour for Karaoke, and a private room rents for 90 baht, or 140 if you go over the hour. She also indicates I can take the girl off-premises, until 1:00 AM for 1500, but then came down to 1000.
"You like to take lady?", she asks me.
"Sure!", I reply, this mamasan must be reading my mind.
"Where you take her? She want to know.", the mamasan says.
Silly question, I think to myself, and point over to the Sofitel, "My hotel".
The mamasan appears quite startled, I think there is a major misunderstanding here. It seems the hotel is definitely out of bounds.
"Oh, she university girl. Must study tomorrow"
Oh sh_t, I think to myself, how embarrassing. But because of thai tolerence, the girl just giggles instead of giving me a well-deserved slap across the face. Next, the girl's friend shows up, the one I talked to on the phone, and I decide to take them both into a private room to make up for my rudeness. There we sing together, I danced with each of them, but never attempted to touch them in an overtly sexual manner. However, I believe I can say, I've never had so much fun with my clothes on. We exceeded the hour, and I checked bin, at just over 1000, including drinks. I complemented both girls on their singing, and kissed each good-bye, on the cheek.
Crossing the street to Club 172, this looks like the closest thing to a GoGo Bar in town. Again, I'm the only farang present. There are girls dancing on the bar, Coyote Ugly-style, so I take a seat in front of one. She strips down to a bikini, hot body, nice tits, so I stuff a 20 in her bra. The next girl steps up, but dancing in street clothes. She points to her top and waves her hand, signaling there's no way she's going to let me deposit a tip up there. Instead, I reach up and slide the bill into her hand to let her know a farang is capable of being gentlemanly, even if it wasn't my first choice.
I hang around the bar until 2 AM closing, then sit in the outside bar and have a few more, while hoping Ms. Good Tits might show. Finally, I head back to my hotel at 3:30.
Khon Kaen was an interesting experience, an authentic taste of the country I hadn't really experienced in Bangkok, Pattaya, or Phuket. There were no drunk thai women grabbing me and putting their tongues in my mouth, "I want go with you", like in Tiger Disco at Patong last week, the girls I talked to seemed more like girls you'd meet in church. I enjoyed the change of pace, but now it's time to head for Nana and bury my bone.
My old time hunting pal just returned from boder visa run to Poipet , cambodia and he got a bad and costly experiences. I think its good for hunters to be careful.
He stayed in some casino hotel in Poipet and picked up 2 babes on the street and they went to his room. Agreed on 700 baht each and he thinks he got a great deal for these young babes.
He said they look very white for Cambodians and he suspect them to be Vietnamese.
They fucked and played around and drank beer. But later my friend passed out and slept. When he woke up an hour or two later. These 2 babes have long gone and he could not find his Constatine watch and his wallet is empty. The Swiss watch he bought in Singapore last year cost him 7500USD. It was his beloved baby. Also his ring worth about 1000USD from his wife. And the 800 USD cash he planed to play gamble gone before he even started. And also about 10000 B cash. The babes also took his leather shoes and his shirts. Even took his automatic tooth brush.The worst is they took all his credit cards and his driver's license. But for some reason nice enough to leave his passport there. He was really thankful in way to these 2 babes to be so considerate.
He estimated total loss of 10000USD. He complained to the hotel but they checked the video and it was not working at all and they could not do anything. He believes these two babes are pro Vietnamese con girls and maybe look for rich target possibly shifting around all cambodian casino boder towns. And he think these girls may drug you or put you to sleep and steal everything and take off.
So if you see any 2 girl combo at casino boder town with very white skin, too white to be Cambodians, you have to be careful
they are probably Vietnamese con artist.
My friend took it very lightly. He actually had to wear the hotel slipper to go out to buy another pair of shoes and another shirt. And had to borrow 200 bahts from another hotel guest. Thats how he managed to get back to BKK. He took it very well and forget very quickly. He was all laughing about it.
RCA Night's story deserves the repeat of one of the most basic and important security procedures to be used when travelling: If you are travelling with money/valuables, use the room safe dilligently. If the hotel doesn't have room safes (I ALWAYS check when booking), don't use the hotel. And it's not just your lays that you have to worry about: Housekeeping can succumb to temptation, professional thieves target hotels and con/sneak their way past reception.
Good thing that RCA's pal kept his passport, otherwise he'd have spent a day or two staying at the Fucked Street open air hotel. Been there, done it when I was younger and naive.
Terry Terrier: I almost always stay in hotels with no safe but I am fine as I am an adult. I also leave my Rolexes etc behind as I am an adult.
Posterlion: I looked at your story. Here is one you should consider. The trick is to be extreme. Therefore, in writing about a monger, you have to write about someone who is built like a Greek God (me), is faultless (me), is God (me), is a humble nice guy (me), but likes fucking hos to death (me) and likes an occasional pizza(me). Someone, in short, who is something more than a ATMFE (ATM friend experience) to all the hos he bones.
Here is how it goes. I leave Korat, but not before admiring the cute haircut the hooker I fucked last night got; I like to see how my chump change is spent. Then, I go to Buriram, famed for its brothels and hookers. I lie down on a bed and four hired helpers, ages 19-59, give me a tongue bath (I had one yesterday too for 300 bt with two fucks thrown in), take turns sucking and rimming me, and doing each other. As I am a nice guy, I ask them to sing to each other and to play with their pussies. All the while, I am thinking: why is The Traveller such a loser and why does he lkike what you write, even though your work needs very heavy editing and uses the First Person singular fr far too much to be worth anything (even a used condom, to remember our own dear SA).
The price for my little romp. Less than 1,000 bt. But I am staying in an upmarket hotel (210 baht). and I am in the world's kinkiest internet cafe where the Pattaya women use as a base whyen they are home from home.
If you need some sex to cover your bad writing, just paint me as a crazed animal, who sneaks up on them, drags them down and pounds them till the room itself shakes like an earthquake or, till even the room has an orgasm such is hte power of Pizza man. Also, I tend to howl up at the moon, bite them on the neck like I am going to snap off their head with my jaws. I also make deep lunge into them just so they know who is in the saddle. Do you think you can handle that or do you want some more j/o material? If so, tune in tomorrow as there are two nice hos in need of my writing and other skills.
Your friend
God.
PizzaMan,
LOL. You are most creative when you are with the dragons and rats. Keep them coming.
juice
Domino
I have to admit that compared to you I am a loser cause I am neither faultless nor a God.
But keep the good advice of our beloved friend Freeler in mind : Hope you checked the ID of your 19yr old, hired a private investigator to check her background, went to police to verify that her ID isn't fake and really belongs to her. Otherwise you might end up just like me. But I guess as a God there is no need for you to act like a normal creature like me.