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Have the boys left yet?
[QUOTE=Amjeck]Have the boys left yet?[/QUOTE]
Nope.
I'm afraid they're going to be around for a while making things a bit more difficult for the old guys. :(
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[QUOTE=Hotshanehot]Hi ThaiLearner,
Could you tell me where you did get a room for 100 bart for the fL from beach road.
Like what soi and name of place.
thank you[/QUOTE]
Sorry don't know the name of the place it is on the left hand side from beach road near the beach road end on soi 13/1 or soi Yamato.
They are just short time rooms and I wouldn't want to stay there.
I am now back in the USA having to listen to morons like Mitt Romney and Dick Cheney. Why do I live here again? Below is my second to last report before I sign off. I need to re-focus my mind on my real life, so that I can make some money, earn some vacation time and get back to LOS and the important things that reside there.
Speaking of LOS, I think we should drop that acronym and refer to it instead as LOL. Land of Legs.
So I returned to Pattaya (this time getting down there by bus) and I stayed at the Nova Platinum. This place is great for its location (walking distance to walking street), and its price, but there are some definite drawbacks. First, the new building is a shithole. I mean, it is new, but it really sucks. The elevator in particular is very annoying indeed. It wont close - you press the 'door close' button, the door closes half way, then opens up again. You repeat this 4-5 times until it finally closes. This is compounded by the fact that the hotel is frequented by brain-dead morons who press both the Up and Down button when they want to go down. Their theory, I presume, is that when you press two buttons, the elevator will come twice as quickly. As a result, the elevator stops at every floor on the way up and every floor on the way down, and at each stop, the door does its stupid, stupid me-no-close game.
Second, if you get pissed off with the new building (as I did) and request a room in the old building, DEMAND a room on a lower floor. Last week I got a room on the top floor and there was no water all night. Imagine having just had three hours of sex, smothered in pussy juice, her covered in your ejaculate, the taste of gogo girl butt hole in your mouth...and there is no water...at all. They claimed this was a one-time thing, but I know it wasn't - I remember something like this the last time I stayed here six months ago. Anyway, I was eventually moved to the third floor which is perfectly fine.
This time, I insisted on a 3rd floor room, which they hummed and hawed about, but finally gave it up. I showered, ran over to Marine seafood and had some noodles, and then got cracking on my assignment for the night. Tonight I was going to attempt the impossible, at least for the one-pop king that is Kumbu. My plan (dare I be so bold?) was to hit a gogo girl for ST, and then go back for another girl for LT. I had tried this the other night, but it ended in failure with a menses incident, so I was hoping to strike the double tonight. I couldn't believe my mind was hatching such a devious plot, which undoubtedly would lead to some serious trauma for my body. Ah yes, the old mind-body rivalry: the mind always wants more than the body can deliver, but not tonight! My body has been coddled for nigh 40 years, it's time for it to pay its dues.
First stop: Happy Agogo. Dropped three drinks while watching the girls - not a single one totally did it for me. The usual suspects were there: #46, #61, #71, #77 all had nice asses, but for whatever reason, I just didn't feel the groove.
One of the problems was the feet-hands thing. When I get into a bar, I first try to find a spot that suits my style. I avoid sitting on a stool at the stage, as I feel that gives me too much exposure. So I perch myself in the back where I can see everything.
The first thing I look for are pretty legs. That usually narrows the list of girls to 7-10. Next, skinny asses are excluded, leaving 0-3 girls. On the basis of this, I picked the aforementioned list of girls. I then usually try to pick a target on the basis of face, general overall proportions, perceived attitude, and some other, unusual criteria.
I've taken to looking at their feet and fingers for clues as to their breeding and suitability. The chewed finger-nails is a definite no-no (ruled out #77). I also don't care for black nail polish - I fear it is hiding something (#61 is dropped from the list). I look for well-tended fingernails, preferably slightly grown out; long slender fingers are preferred to short stubs; and if I can discern it, I look for how pudgy the palm is. I found, albeit in my entirely unscientific way, that pudgy palms means hidden reserves of fat in unwanted places. I was too far away from the stage to see these things, so I turned my attention south.
I look at their toes: do they sit snugly into the shoe, or do they spill out in all directions, belying their farm-girl roots (#61)? It's incredible how common that is. Are the toes well-tended? I shy away from the bulbous toes, only for aesthetic reasons (I don't have any theories about hidden dangers of bulbous toes). Anyway, that left #46. I had been visiting Happy Agogo almost nightly for the last week, and I can say that #46 was anything but. Happy, that is. She had her regular scowl on her face that said nothing except fuck off. So I fucked off.
Next was Babydolls, where Nam #55 (X-men) from the other night was waiting in prey for me. But when I walked in, I spotted a superb ass and leg set, #54. She had a cute face too with a superb, happy smile. We locked eye gaze as soon as I sat down, and she froze entirely - stopped dancing completely. She looked at me and I at her, and after a few moments, she slowly started to move backwards, as if she was coming to sit next to me. But just then, #55 comes out of no where with a big grin on her little face and plunks herself down next to me. #54 sees this and her face sinks, her shoulders slouch and she turns away. Crap.
Anyway, I buy #55 a drink, just to be courteous, we small talk a while, and then I tell her that I will not BF her today, ok? She agreed - without ever speaking a word about it, we both remembered the X-men incident from the other night and agreed to let things sit.
The dance shift ended and she goes dancing, to my relief. Then all hell breaks loose. A group of young (obviously) American (obviously) military guys storm into the place, and suddenly the place is a zoo - screaming everywhere, ping pong balls flying in every direction, lady drinks being gulped at a feverish pace. At one point, this guy sheds all his clothing (I mean, bare nekkid) and jumps into the jacuzzi with the two girls and starts whacking them with the neoprene hose, spanking their booties, etc. His little dingaling was flapping around like a little shoelace hanging from porch roof it was kid of cute actually. He was obviously drunk coz he had neither an ounce of a boner going nor an ounce of shame about himself. Strange, but the girls encouraged him, and the staff watched passively as if they had seen this movie many times before. He must have dropped a serious tip for them to allow that.
Anyway, the place is so raucous, I decide I had better get cracking. So I tell mama san that it is time to feed the beast, and that she should bring #54 to The Kumbu, which she promptly does.
Name: Nan (rhymes with pan)...age 22...from Isaan...lady drink arrives...been in Pattaya 1 year....worked at this bar 4 months...can do ST no problem...ok, BF and off to change.
Paid the expensive 700B BF, walked out with a tasty little treat on my arm. She has a delightful high pitched voice, large soft eyes, and was wearing a striped white and blue tank top with a jean mini skirt. Oh who am I kidding, she had legs and an ass that would stop a tank in its tracks, that's why she was walking back to my hotel with me.
So we get into the hotel and some small talk ensues. As she talks I look at her face. While at the club, it had been a remarkably pretty face - her eyes seemed very seductive while fun at the same time. Her smile was one of care-free frivolity, and that is always a beautiful thing to see in anyone, especially a gogo girl you wish to bone. But sitting in my room there, all I saw was a deep, enduring melancholy. She was subdued, a little quiet, perhaps a little scared, I don't know. She looked down at her hands while we talked, occasionally looking up with her now-sad eyes. Large as they were, all I saw in them was what I wished not to see. Nonetheless, she was definitely *not* a downer - she giggled and chatted, but all that seemed to be an attempt to hide the underlying sadness that could not be hidden.
The sex that came next was physically good, albeit tinged with the knowledge of what I had just seen. A reasonable BBBJ, sex in several positions, lots of groping of her ass and legs, you know, the usual routine. Her ass was indeed superb, her breasts were far more substantial (and firm) than I had anticipated a definite and unexpected bonus. And I enjoyed playing with her legs for a good half hour all very, very pleasant things. When she left with 1500B in her purse, she did not look back, nor did I expect her to. It was a deal that had been expertly consummated. An odd emptiness filled Kumbu, not particularly discomforting, nor distressing, but just odd.
Exhausted, I had to psych myself up for the next round. Remember, my plan was to do the double-dip this fine night, and I could not let the damned emotions of the girl get in the way. The double dip is *SO* not Kumbu's style, but what the hell, I had to give it a shot. So I thought to myself who I would like to bag tonight. One person that was definitely not on the list was the girl from the other night who said 'I lub you.' That needed to end. Instead, I decided to hit a couple of gogo bars to get the juices flowing again, and then go over to Roxy to pick up Om. I had sent her a text earlier saying I would come over, so I was hoping she would wait for me.
So I did Airport (bust), then Baccara (nothing there), then Happy again (nice bum jiggling, but that's it), and then on to Roxy. I was hoping Om had waited for me...and wait she did. I got there just after midnight, and all the girls whooed when I got in. They had all been discussing whether this guy would turn up or not. Apparently there was a little gogo girl pool going on and the odds were 3-1 that I would not turn up. So some girls whooed in joy when I got there, but most were a little pissed off coz they just lost cash on me. Plus the drama had been compounded by the fact that a Japanese guy had tried to BF Om before I got there, and she had politely said no. The Mama San gave her hell for this, saying that if Kumbu does not materialize, she pays the BF out of her own pocket, plus 1000B fine for saying no. Wow. Anyway, because I did turn up, all was forgiven, and I was now suddenly the treat of the place. They all thought I was such a stand-up guy for keeping my word. Says a lot about us as a group, doesn't it? We will say anything to anyone for any reason.
Slight change in topic, but it will connect back to my primary report. Have you ever been in a gogo bar and you see a guy walk in with another pretty girl? I always wondered what that was about. Is he trying to show her what a good gogo girl looks like? Is he trying to get her to pick a girl for a threesome? Or what? Well, tonight I found out at least one reason for that. After I paid the BF and we were walking out, Om tells me she wants to go to Super Girl and Super Baby to see the places. I ask why, and she tells me that she wants to move to one of those places next month. So she wants to scout them out, and because she works during the hours that the other places are open, it is really hard for her to get over there and check them out.
I tell her that I cannot go to Supergirl because I BFed a girl from there, and if she sees me with another girl, she will flip out. Om pretends to be upset over this, but understands, and so we go to Superbaby. The place was kind of dead at that hour (six mediocre girls, 12 customers, not much happening), but it was still nice to share a drink with Om in an unusual environment. Twenty minutes, in as I was paying, the place filled up in the most bizarre manner - a troupe of Chinese tourists walked in - maybe 60-70 of them, and packed the place from top to bottom. They were regular Chinese tourists, dressed in jeans and wearing golf hats carrying their humungous fanny packs (you know, the ones the size of a backpack, except it is stuck to the hip!). They were of all ages - young teens all the way up to grandmothers. They all sat down, pulled out their packed dinners and started eating right there in the gogo bar. The bar was cool with this because every one of them ordered a drink. Very strange sight indeed.
Next, back to hotel and the regular four hours of heavy petting, groping, kissing, BBBJ (not to cum), HJ (not to cum), and covered sex. I was surprisingly aroused, given my earlier ejaculation, so maybe I am not the one-shot wonder I thought I was. Om, on the other hand, showed absolutely no variation from her previous nights' routine - she lay there and did relatively little, offered a timid BJ, and basically looked pretty the whole time. I was beginning to tire of her. Pretty as she was, beautiful as that ass may be, I really wanted some umph in her, which she seemed not to have. So we finished, showered and slept.
In the morning, I woke up before she did as I needed to get back to BKK for an afternoon meeting. When I awoke, I looked over at her sleeping face, lying peacefully with her head on the pillow. As I looked at her profile, I was surprised by how much she resembled my mother. Oh shit. Are you kidding me, Kumbu? Another issue to deal with now.
[QUOTE=Kumbu]I am now back in the USA having to listen to morons like Mitt Romney and Dick Cheney. Why do I live here again? Below is my second to last report before I sign off. I need to re-focus my mind on my real life, so that I can make some money, earn some vacation time and get back to LOS and the important things that reside there.
Speaking of LOS, I think we should drop that acronym and refer to it instead as LOL. Land of Legs.
So I returned to Pattaya (this time getting down there by bus) and I stayed at the Nova Platinum. This place is great for its location (walking distance to walking street), and its price, but there are some definite drawbacks. First, the new building is a shithole. I mean, it is new, but it really sucks. The elevator in particular is very annoying indeed. It wont close - you press the 'door close' button, the door closes half way, then opens up again. You repeat this 4-5 times until it finally closes. This is compounded by the fact that the hotel is frequented by brain-dead morons who press both the Up and Down button when they want to go down. Their theory, I presume, is that when you press two buttons, the elevator will come twice as quickly. As a result, the elevator stops at every floor on the way up and every floor on the way down, and at each stop, the door does its stupid, stupid me-no-close game.
Second, if you get pissed off with the new building (as I did) and request a room in the old building, DEMAND a room on a lower floor. Last week I got a room on the top floor and there was no water all night. Imagine having just had three hours of sex, smothered in pussy juice, her covered in your ejaculate, the taste of gogo girl butt hole in your mouth...and there is no water...at all. They claimed this was a one-time thing, but I know it wasn't - I remember something like this the last time I stayed here six months ago. Anyway, I was eventually moved to the third floor which is perfectly fine.
This time, I insisted on a 3rd floor room, which they hummed and hawed about, but finally gave it up. I showered, ran over to Marine seafood and had some noodles, and then got cracking on my assignment for the night. Tonight I was going to attempt the impossible, at least for the one-pop king that is Kumbu. My plan (dare I be so bold?) was to hit a gogo girl for ST, and then go back for another girl for LT. I had tried this the other night, but it ended in failure with a menses incident, so I was hoping to strike the double tonight. I couldn't believe my mind was hatching such a devious plot, which undoubtedly would lead to some serious trauma for my body. Ah yes, the old mind-body rivalry: the mind always wants more than the body can deliver, but not tonight! My body has been coddled for nigh 40 years, it's time for it to pay its dues.
First stop: Happy Agogo. Dropped three drinks while watching the girls - not a single one totally did it for me. The usual suspects were there: #46, #61, #71, #77 all had nice asses, but for whatever reason, I just didn't feel the groove.
One of the problems was the feet-hands thing. When I get into a bar, I first try to find a spot that suits my style. I avoid sitting on a stool at the stage, as I feel that gives me too much exposure. So I perch myself in the back where I can see everything.
The first thing I look for are pretty legs. That usually narrows the list of girls to 7-10. Next, skinny asses are excluded, leaving 0-3 girls. On the basis of this, I picked the aforementioned list of girls. I then usually try to pick a target on the basis of face, general overall proportions, perceived attitude, and some other, unusual criteria.
I've taken to looking at their feet and fingers for clues as to their breeding and suitability. The chewed finger-nails is a definite no-no (ruled out #77). I also don't care for black nail polish - I fear it is hiding something (#61 is dropped from the list). I look for well-tended fingernails, preferably slightly grown out; long slender fingers are preferred to short stubs; and if I can discern it, I look for how pudgy the palm is. I found, albeit in my entirely unscientific way, that pudgy palms means hidden reserves of fat in unwanted places. I was too far away from the stage to see these things, so I turned my attention south.
I look at their toes: do they sit snugly into the shoe, or do they spill out in all directions, belying their farm-girl roots (#61)? It's incredible how common that is. Are the toes well-tended? I shy away from the bulbous toes, only for aesthetic reasons (I don't have any theories about hidden dangers of bulbous toes). Anyway, that left #46. I had been visiting Happy Agogo almost nightly for the last week, and I can say that #46 was anything but. Happy, that is. She had her regular scowl on her face that said nothing except fuck off. So I fucked off.
Next was Babydolls, where Nam #55 (X-men) from the other night was waiting in prey for me. But when I walked in, I spotted a superb ass and leg set, #54. She had a cute face too with a superb, happy smile. We locked eye gaze as soon as I sat down, and she froze entirely - stopped dancing completely. She looked at me and I at her, and after a few moments, she slowly started to move backwards, as if she was coming to sit next to me. But just then, #55 comes out of no where with a big grin on her little face and plunks herself down next to me. #54 sees this and her face sinks, her shoulders slouch and she turns away. Crap.
Anyway, I buy #55 a drink, just to be courteous, we small talk a while, and then I tell her that I will not BF her today, ok? She agreed - without ever speaking a word about it, we both remembered the X-men incident from the other night and agreed to let things sit.
The dance shift ended and she goes dancing, to my relief. Then all hell breaks loose. A group of young (obviously) American (obviously) military guys storm into the place, and suddenly the place is a zoo - screaming everywhere, ping pong balls flying in every direction, lady drinks being gulped at a feverish pace. At one point, this guy sheds all his clothing (I mean, bare nekkid) and jumps into the jacuzzi with the two girls and starts whacking them with the neoprene hose, spanking their booties, etc. His little dingaling was flapping around like a little shoelace hanging from porch roof it was kid of cute actually. He was obviously drunk coz he had neither an ounce of a boner going nor an ounce of shame about himself. Strange, but the girls encouraged him, and the staff watched passively as if they had seen this movie many times before. He must have dropped a serious tip for them to allow that.
Anyway, the place is so raucous, I decide I had better get cracking. So I tell mama san that it is time to feed the beast, and that she should bring #54 to The Kumbu, which she promptly does.
Name: Nan (rhymes with pan)...age 22...from Isaan...lady drink arrives...been in Pattaya 1 year....worked at this bar 4 months...can do ST no problem...ok, BF and off to change.
Paid the expensive 700B BF, walked out with a tasty little treat on my arm. She has a delightful high pitched voice, large soft eyes, and was wearing a striped white and blue tank top with a jean mini skirt. Oh who am I kidding, she had legs and an ass that would stop a tank in its tracks, that's why she was walking back to my hotel with me.
So we get into the hotel and some small talk ensues. As she talks I look at her face. While at the club, it had been a remarkably pretty face - her eyes seemed very seductive while fun at the same time. Her smile was one of care-free frivolity, and that is always a beautiful thing to see in anyone, especially a gogo girl you wish to bone. But sitting in my room there, all I saw was a deep, enduring melancholy. She was subdued, a little quiet, perhaps a little scared, I don't know. She looked down at her hands while we talked, occasionally looking up with her now-sad eyes. Large as they were, all I saw in them was what I wished not to see. Nonetheless, she was definitely *not* a downer - she giggled and chatted, but all that seemed to be an attempt to hide the underlying sadness that could not be hidden.
The sex that came next was physically good, albeit tinged with the knowledge of what I had just seen. A reasonable BBBJ, sex in several positions, lots of groping of her ass and legs, you know, the usual routine. Her ass was indeed superb, her breasts were far more substantial (and firm) than I had anticipated a definite and unexpected bonus. And I enjoyed playing with her legs for a good half hour all very, very pleasant things. When she left with 1500B in her purse, she did not look back, nor did I expect her to. It was a deal that had been expertly consummated. An odd emptiness filled Kumbu, not particularly discomforting, nor distressing, but just odd.
Exhausted, I had to psych myself up for the next round. Remember, my plan was to do the double-dip this fine night, and I could not let the damned emotions of the girl get in the way. The double dip is *SO* not Kumbu's style, but what the hell, I had to give it a shot. So I thought to myself who I would like to bag tonight. One person that was definitely not on the list was the girl from the other night who said 'I lub you.' That needed to end. Instead, I decided to hit a couple of gogo bars to get the juices flowing again, and then go over to Roxy to pick up Om. I had sent her a text earlier saying I would come over, so I was hoping she would wait for me.
So I did Airport (bust), then Baccara (nothing there), then Happy again (nice bum jiggling, but that's it), and then on to Roxy. I was hoping Om had waited for me...and wait she did. I got there just after midnight, and all the girls whooed when I got in. They had all been discussing whether this guy would turn up or not. Apparently there was a little gogo girl pool going on and the odds were 3-1 that I would not turn up. So some girls whooed in joy when I got there, but most were a little pissed off coz they just lost cash on me. Plus the drama had been compounded by the fact that a Japanese guy had tried to BF Om before I got there, and she had politely said no. The Mama San gave her hell for this, saying that if Kumbu does not materialize, she pays the BF out of her own pocket, plus 1000B fine for saying no. Wow. Anyway, because I did turn up, all was forgiven, and I was now suddenly the treat of the place. They all thought I was such a stand-up guy for keeping my word. Says a lot about us as a group, doesn't it? We will say anything to anyone for any reason.
Slight change in topic, but it will connect back to my primary report. Have you ever been in a gogo bar and you see a guy walk in with another pretty girl? I always wondered what that was about. Is he trying to show her what a good gogo girl looks like? Is he trying to get her to pick a girl for a threesome? Or what? Well, tonight I found out at least one reason for that. After I paid the BF and we were walking out, Om tells me she wants to go to Super Girl and Super Baby to see the places. I ask why, and she tells me that she wants to move to one of those places next month. So she wants to scout them out, and because she works during the hours that the other places are open, it is really hard for her to get over there and check them out.
I tell her that I cannot go to Supergirl because I BFed a girl from there, and if she sees me with another girl, she will flip out. Om pretends to be upset over this, but understands, and so we go to Superbaby. The place was kind of dead at that hour (six mediocre girls, 12 customers, not much happening), but it was still nice to share a drink with Om in an unusual environment. Twenty minutes, in as I was paying, the place filled up in the most bizarre manner - a troupe of Chinese tourists walked in - maybe 60-70 of them, and packed the place from top to bottom. They were regular Chinese tourists, dressed in jeans and wearing golf hats carrying their humungous fanny packs (you know, the ones the size of a backpack, except it is stuck to the hip!). They were of all ages - young teens all the way up to grandmothers. They all sat down, pulled out their packed dinners and started eating right there in the gogo bar. The bar was cool with this because every one of them ordered a drink. Very strange sight indeed.
Next, back to hotel and the regular four hours of heavy petting, groping, kissing, BBBJ (not to cum), HJ (not to cum), and covered sex. I was surprisingly aroused, given my earlier ejaculation, so maybe I am not the one-shot wonder I thought I was. Om, on the other hand, showed absolutely no variation from her previous nights' routine - she lay there and did relatively little, offered a timid BJ, and basically looked pretty the whole time. I was beginning to tire of her. Pretty as she was, beautiful as that ass may be, I really wanted some umph in her, which she seemed not to have. So we finished, showered and slept.
In the morning, I woke up before she did as I needed to get back to BKK for an afternoon meeting. When I awoke, I looked over at her sleeping face, lying peacefully with her head on the pillow. As I looked at her profile, I was surprised by how much she resembled my mother. Oh shit. Are you kidding me, Kumbu? Another issue to deal with now.[/QUOTE]I have been thinking about this before and after reading this I am again: has anyone ever written a book of real life stories of mongering and life in thailand? And I don't mean the beach but more like kumbus report in book form? I think it would sell well - especially if the names and places were real. Would be very interesting read.
Hi
Good Tr thanks
On my last trip I have BF girl from Baby Doll and she wanted to go to other go gos to look as she wanted to have a night out. She would even speak to the other girls and buy them a drink even though she didn't want to go with them.
I think it is just some where different to go instead of having to work 7 days a week
[QUOTE=Sharka]Hello SH,
See you made good on your promise to me on reporting back from your trip.
Glad some of what we taught you sank in but sad that you were not totally comfortable there, but it's your 1st time there so need to give it a chance to fit in. Pattaya could be a bit intimidating to a newbie.
Shark[/QUOTE]Well, always keep my promise. Thank for your sympathy.
As I said, I am conscious Pattaya is still best bet around, and it was ok, just did not make me holler, compared to my other experiences in fkk in Germany.
Of course, it is impossible to make a real confront in terms of babes (some stunners from east europe there, tiny short babes with stuffed bras here), rate (fkk about 50 euros but s/t only, while Pattaya s/t is 11-22 euros) and above all costs (train ticket vs plane ticket, entrance fees vs barfine, etc), BUT what let me down in Pattaya was poor service that I got from many babes (most of them no french kiss, no cum in mouth or face, no anal).
I was under the impressrion that you could do anything you want with them before going but I found some shy ones, who seemed not properly trained to what they were at and this could add some spice to the experience in a way, except that they are skilled enough to draw money from your pocket then.
So, sometimes I missed a good old Polish or Czech prostitute giving me a deep french kiss and a master BBBJ, as they do in fkk. Problem there is that c. I. M. Is an extra, anal is an extra, so the bill grows fat in the end if you want to rock, but then again in Pattaya too not all girls give those services. Yeah, you can't always get what you want, especially if you don't carry stacks of cash.
So we are back to the conclusion that maybe still better Pattaya because at least cheaper. I need to try some go-go pros (which I did not this time because pussy was seemingly everywhere and did not feel like I NEEDED to go there) and then I will tell you my final verdict. Who knows when.
I usually get the Ekamai bus to and from Pattaya. This year I'll likely be making that trip twice. Something I never remember to find out before it's too late and I'm already about to leave is the best place to catch a baht bus to the Pattaya bus station? Is there a spot where there are regular buses going that way, and a standard fare?
It's a small thing, but I don't mind a short walk and a few minutes wait to save a hundred baht, and it annoys me that I end up paying maybe 150 or 200 baht just to get to the bus station, which is more than the BKK/Pattaya bus journey itself. Personally, one motorcycle taxi journey in my lifetime was enough for me, so I always go by baht bus.
By the way, does anybody know if there's a difference between the two counters at Ekamai that have "Pattaya" written above them? There's one facing outwards on the left hand side as you go in, and another on the right that faces inwards to the left. I've always taken the one on the right.
[QUOTE=Kumbu]
My plan (dare I be so bold?) was to hit a gogo girl for ST, and then go back for another girl for LT. [/QUOTE]
Yet another really interesting post, thanks for that one.
Yes, the plan.... I can relate. Actually my very first experience in Thailand was exactly that, tho not planned. First I "popped my cherry" (first ever P4P experience) at a massage place (at a hotel in Chiang Mai) and later ran into some Norwegian guy at a bar, hung out with him the rest of the night and ended up getting picked up by the girl who had attached herself to HIM when he went away to go tell his friend where we were. Thats not as bad as it sounds -- he left for over half an hour and by the time he got back she'd switched allegiances. I was resistant at first but she was pretty good at what she did, and me pretty new, so... Oh and he just got a laugh out of it when he got back. I'll never forget the really corny line he told me there at that girly bar near Tha Pae gate, with a total straight face "Over here, we are like kings."
Anyway... when you mentioned being a ST man -- in practice I am. It's not necessarily what I want to be. Last week for example I was in a bar (in Phnom Penh) and spotted a girl who was just delicious. My feeling was that I really wanted long time with her. And I knew how it'd go. A girl that hot, what happens is that I will start to get into it and then blow my load too fast, so the experience is really short, and if it's a ST the whole thing can be done in less than half an hour. So I'm not really getting a very full experience. Well thats what happened with this one, pretty much. Before the deed, she was pretty keen on only doing ST, but after talking a bit to her realized she actually would be flexible, it was only gonna take sweetening the pot a bit to make it happen. And then we got it going, and it was nice, and sure enough I came pretty damn fast. Now my strong feeling earlier with this one was that I'd want to have her long time and really enjoy her thoroughly. But after doing the deed, a very different feeling comes over me, the Garbo feeling. I vont to be alone. So she hangs out and watches music videos awhile, and after a half hour of that she asks if she can go. And I say, sure I'm tired, and feel relieved even. Didn't feel like having another go, and was pretty sure it'd be awhile again before I would.
In a nutshell, this is the problem. There's a part of me that wants to do long times, and especially with girls like this. But then there's this other part of me, and it might be a physical or chemical thing, that just always has this mood when the deed is done -- the mood to just want to be alone and get the girl out of there. But I know for sure that it's those extra go's around (middle of the night, or the morning after) that are often the best. But getting to that morning after gets harder and harder. The Garbo effect always seems to win out, and now I wonder if that's just how I am now, if I'm a total ST guy now.
There must be others out there with these kinds of conflicted urges. I wonder how you deal with them.
I was on a good dose of Apcalis that night too, so that definitely wasn't the problem.
I feel the same way. If I was still in my 20's, I'm sure going two or three rounds in an 8 hour time span would be no big deal, but I"m far from my 20's now.
I tend to select the hot women that still have a pleasing personality, a nice smile, and a nice little laugh. But after I get them back. Start the kissing, fondling, etc. It only takes 10 to 15 minutes to get to the point where, if I like them, I'm excited and Junior is ready to cum. After taht happens, I'm tired, it's not like there's an emotional connection. Because I don't know the girl at all. So it's "well, you're done. Go to sleep".
So, I think especially as we get older it's a natural thing and unless you want to get the know the girl and keep her around the next day or two or more. It's best (at least for me it's best) to just do the short time and then get some peaceful rest. Just get her number and you can always see her again.
Just my 10 baht.
[QUOTE=Wendella]Yet another really interesting post, thanks for that one.
Yes, the plan.... I can relate. Actually my very first experience in Thailand was exactly that, tho not planned. First I "popped my cherry" (first ever P4P experience) at a massage place (at a hotel in Chiang Mai) and later ran into some Norwegian guy at a bar, hung out with him the rest of the night and ended up getting picked up by the girl who had attached herself to HIM when he went away to go tell his friend where we were. Thats not as bad as it sounds -- he left for over half an hour and by the time he got back she'd switched allegiances. I was resistant at first but she was pretty good at what she did, and me pretty new, so... Oh and he just got a laugh out of it when he got back. I'll never forget the really corny line he told me there at that girly bar near Tha Pae gate, with a total straight face "Over here, we are like kings."
Anyway... when you mentioned being a ST man -- in practice I am. It's not necessarily what I want to be. Last week for example I was in a bar (in Phnom Penh) and spotted a girl who was just delicious. My feeling was that I really wanted long time with her. And I knew how it'd go. A girl that hot, what happens is that I will start to get into it and then blow my load too fast, so the experience is really short, and if it's a ST the whole thing can be done in less than half an hour. So I'm not really getting a very full experience. Well thats what happened with this one, pretty much. Before the deed, she was pretty keen on only doing ST, but after talking a bit to her realized she actually would be flexible, it was only gonna take sweetening the pot a bit to make it happen. And then we got it going, and it was nice, and sure enough I came pretty damn fast. Now my strong feeling earlier with this one was that I'd want to have her long time and really enjoy her thoroughly. But after doing the deed, a very different feeling comes over me, the Garbo feeling. I vont to be alone. So she hangs out and watches music videos awhile, and after a half hour of that she asks if she can go. And I say, sure I'm tired, and feel relieved even. Didn't feel like having another go, and was pretty sure it'd be awhile again before I would.
In a nutshell, this is the problem. There's a part of me that wants to do long times, and especially with girls like this. But then there's this other part of me, and it might be a physical or chemical thing, that just always has this mood when the deed is done -- the mood to just want to be alone and get the girl out of there. But I know for sure that it's those extra go's around (middle of the night, or the morning after) that are often the best. But getting to that morning after gets harder and harder. The Garbo effect always seems to win out, and now I wonder if that's just how I am now, if I'm a total ST guy now.
There must be others out there with these kinds of conflicted urges. I wonder how you deal with them.
I was on a good dose of Apcalis that night too, so that definitely wasn't the problem.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Redfield10]I feel the same way. If I was still in my 20's, I'm sure going two or three rounds in an 8 hour time span would be no big deal, but I"m far from my 20's now. [/QUOTE]
Me too. When I was younger I would never dream of taking a girl ST. It had to be LT or nothing and LT would often mean days or even weeks, if I really liked her. Now, unless I really connect with a girl, ST is de rigeur, and I seldom ask a girl to spend the night. As you say, if she is a keeper, you can always get her CP No and see her the next day.
Also, unlike when I was a sprog, these days I prefer caffeine over sex in the morning so unless she can make a mean latte, I dont want her around when I wake up;).
Funny how a person changes as they age.
[QUOTE=Cunning Stunt]Funny how a person changes as they age.[/QUOTE]
Please don't let me grow old !!!!
Nothing is finer after a night of sex then the roll her over and have bouts of 2 am and 4 am sex... then having a nice cup of coffee or tea while getting a BBBJ just starts my day... Followed by watching them naked ironing my shirts and a quick last parting shot before going off to work...
Now having the same girl around all the time is a pain in the arse... but building a stable that you train and educate to your satisfaction is always enjoyable...
[QUOTE=Tansak KTV]
Nothing is finer after a night of sex then the roll her over and have bouts of 2 am and 4 am sex... then having a nice cup of coffee or tea while getting a BBBJ just starts my day... Followed by watching them naked ironing my shirts and a quick last parting shot before going off to work...
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So it sounds like the solution to my problem is... [i]buying an ironing board?[/i] ;)
[QUOTE=Wendella]So it sounds like the solution to my problem is... [i]buying an ironing board?[/i] ;)[/QUOTE]
Man you should try it, the most I let my girls wear in the apt or the hotel when I travel are panties (when they do not have other accessories on). Just watching them serving me drinks and ironing clothes and such works better then any enhancers for me. Afternoon watching them prance around.... shit... game on baby....
Long time lurker here. Just had to make my first post on this site a huge thank you to Kumbu and all his superbly detailed reports. Not only are they fun and entertaining, but they're also very informative.
I've only had one trip to Thailand and at the time I stuck entirely to MPs. Was too intimidated by the go-go bars to give them a try. As a quiet, shy, non-confrontational guy, I was paranoid that I would just end up cornered by some girl I wasn't interested in and be too timid to blow her off. Felt much more comfortable with fishbowls where I could choose whoever I wanted.
Since I avoided go-gos, I blew off Nana and Pattaya wasn't even in consideration. After reading Kumbu's reports and getting a much better feel for what the go-gos are like, I'm very interested in trying them out next time I go over there.
So thanks, Kumbu, for some of the best posts I've read on this site!