My Worst Session in 20 Years
I am wary of how the sum total of my reports might come off as too optimistic or rose colored to some. I am definitely not an overly optimistic kind of guy. I think I tell it like it is and I do post my failures and bad nights as well as my good times because I think bad nights can be very informative and a learning experience.
Example 1 (already reported on): My worst session in BKK 2017 was at La Belle with a very attractive "S" category girl who was fine up to about 10 minutes into the sex when she started asking if I had cum yet and after that she began changing positions on me every 10 minutes or so in a stupid, vain effort to make me cum faster. The final coup de grace was her refusal to even let me take a head shot of her. Bad Session!
Example 2 (unreported until now): My worst session in 2017, my worst session in I don't know how long, 20 years maybe. A complete disaster! And some of it was my own fault although I never saw it coming. Jakarta: I hooked up with an attractive FL that I had met and kept in contact with since 2015. Back in 2015 she was new to the game and a total GFE. We got together 3 times that trip. The bareback sex was great. It was like making love to your girlfriend. She always spent the night and then left for her day job in the morning. Great memories.
We missed connecting in 2016, but upon my arrival in Jakarta this last April I contacted her and we made a date to get together at CJ's, a very popular 5* Hotel FL pickup bar like Spasso only bigger and better. So she arrived with a girlfriend at around 11 pm. For our long awaited, much anticipated reunion I bought a bottle of Absolute and the girls and I partied until the early morning and I mean partied with both girls coming on to me, making out with me, rubbing my dick under the table, grinding their asses on my crotch as we danced, and placing my hands all over their bodies. It was a great night and I was really looking forward to our reunion sex.
Marsya made it clear that a threesome was on offer and I was into it, but I told both girls that first I wanted a solo reunion with just Marsya and that next time I would have both girls over at my hotel. This was fine with everybody and we continued dancing and fooling around.
During the course of the evening I did notice some changes in Marsya from how I remembered her back in 2015. She was no longer ill at ease about acting out sexually in the bar. Back in 2015 she was kind of shy and endearing in the bar. I also noticed that she flirted a little too much with the hired help. First with an Indonesian waiter, she seemed too friendly and later she seemed too friendly with the two doormen of the Mulia Hotel while we waited for a taxi. I took note of it and did not like it, but I did not say anything. In my hotel room, everything started out good; making out on the bed like lost lovers, soapy shower fun time, BJ and prelims all good. Then as I began to mount her bareback, as I used to do in 2015, she asked for a condom. I did not bother to mention that we used to do it bareback and I just reached over for a Sagami 0. 02 Large that I keep in the night stand thinking maybe she knew best.
The sex in missionary position was great for the 1st 10 minutes or so and it felt like old times with a favorite repeat girl. But then she began to ask if I had cum. What a fucking turn off! Initially I just replied, "not yet darling" and tried to get back into it and forget she had even brought it up. But two minutes later she said it again. And 2 minurs after that and two minutes after that. Finally, around the 20 minute marker she requested (in very polite way) that I finish up because she had promised to go home and see her son. It was around 3:30 am or 3:40 am. That killed it totally for me and I pulled out. She looked at me and profusely apologized. She added that she would stay longer next time. I calmly said there is no next time darling, only now. I am so sorry you have changed. You are not the same girl I used to like so much.
We showered together in silence and I did my own cleanup. Back in the bedroom we both quickly put on our clothes. She dressed a little faster than me. As I was still putting on my socks, she asked if I was mad. I told her not mad, sad, and I repeated that she had changed and was not the same girl that I liked so much the last time we were together. Sitting opposite me on a large easy chair, she then asked if I was going to pay her. I said yes, I will pay you because I am a gentleman and I reached into my pocket and gave her 1,000,000 rp ($75), the standard ST rate for a CJ's FL. She counted the money and then said something like, "but honey, my price is 2,000,000 rp". I laughed and said, "you want 2 million for 10 minutes boom boom!" and with that she abruptly got up and left. In the past, I always escorted her down to the lobby and waited until she was off on a taxi. Oh well, I was glad to be rid of her. I finished dressing and reached into the other pocket of my jeans where I always keep my cell phone. It was not there.
Now this is where the night really turned into a disaster and I am partly to blame. Like I said, it was 3:40 am. The girls and I had consumed a fifth of Absolute, so I was still a little under the influence, but not that much. I thought to myself that my phone had to be in the room somewhere and I would find it in 5 minutes or so if I took the time to look, but in the off chance that Marsya had taken it and I let those 5 minutes expire while looking, I would never see the phone again, and here is the booze talking, I went out into the hall to speak to Marsya. She was still waiting by the elevators. I asked her to come back to my room for a minute or two because I wanted to tell her something. She went back into her, "my son needs me" routine and that she had go to him. I said it would only be a couple of minutes so please come back to my room and she again said she couldn't. So, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down the hallway all the way to my room. She went along begrudgingly, but at the door she absolutley refused to enter and I knew I would have to get physical if I really wanted her inside which would have been a BIG MISTAKE, so I let go of her arm and said, "look honey, I misplaced my phone. You left my room in such a hurry. I can't let you leave the hotel until I find my phone. So please come back into the room for 3 minutes until I find the phone. " She of course refused again citing her son and I said, "well you won't get home at all tonight if I call hotel security. Just come back into my room for a couple of minutes. " But she refused and I knew it was a stalemate, so I said let me see your purse. She handed over her small purse and I look inside, but naturally my phone was not there. I said I was sorry I had accused her and let her go. I went back into the room and there was my phone on the bed right where I had put on my pants. Only then did I remember vaguely taking it out while dressing to snap a few photos of her to compare her looks now as a bitchh to how she looked back in 2015 when she was a darling, but because of the money disagreement I had dropped the photo idea and had forgotten taking the phone out of my pocket. Damn!
So, the whole last 30 minutes starting with her asking if I had cum yet was a total disaster. I Lined her around 4 AM that night and told her I felt bad about what had happened and falsely accusing her. But I also added that I would not have made the accusation if she had not bolted out of the room or if she had treated me good. I repeated the charge that she had changed, and was no longer the same girl I used to like so much before, and then I finished my LINE text with, "because of all of this, we can never see each other again. Have a good life, Bye. " I noticed that she read my text almost immediately after I sent it, but she never replied and I have never seen her or heard from her again. Good! And that concludes the story of the worst night or the worst 30 minutes I have had in over 20 fucking years! LOL. I am not proud of how I behaved, but I don't feel too guilty about it either. I was mistaken (thanks to the booze and the way she behaved), but if I hadn't searched her bag I might have regretted it later. Fuck her for making me the bad guy.
Final word: I never saw it coming.