A full range in two days in Bangkok
I only had two days to spend in Bangkok, so I wanted to try to sample a few different types of experiences:
Day 1. #1. BJ SALON: Decided to start off with BJ salon, and went to 7-heaven. Chose a cute lady, Soda, from the lineup of pictures. Went for the BJ + COF option (1800 Baht) - this place is more expensive than some of the other BJ salon, but the girls seem to be hotter to me. I went with the COF option because I hadn't cum in a few days and figured I'd have a big load. Like I told with many of the girls at 7-heaven, the BBBJ is not deep at all, just a little beyond the head, so if you like a deepthroat BJ, this is clearly not the place. Despite this, I came rather quickly. Actually CIM before she realized what was happening and pulled it out and kept stroking for a nice COF. This happened within the 10 minute time limit, so another shot was on order. The second was somewhat disappointing as she barely performed BBBJ for a few minutes before switching to a handjob and finishing me off. Overall, was OK, but not a place I will likely return to.
Day 1. FREELANCER BAR: #2 After being mildly disappointed, I decided to check out the freelancer scene at Thermae. It was only about 9:30 PM on a Thursday but the club was pretty packed. Maybe 70-80 girls and 50-60 guys. You have to buy a drink upon entry, but that is about it. I walked around the loop inside several times to choose my lady. Lots of beautiful girls on hand. Many 8's and 9's. I spoke with a few, and really liked one shy girl, Nam (26 years old). Definitely at least a 9, incredibly beautiful. She quoted 3000 Baht for short time (all covered sex, light kissing, one shot). I told her, I recalled the pricing to be closer to 2500 Baht, and she said I may be able to get that with other girls but she was firm on the pricing. I decided to walk around a few more times, but I couldn't find any one I liked more, so I went back and told her I would take her. It was a good decision. We took a taxi back to my hotel. After showers, we slipped into bed. She was shy but very sweet. She had a beautiful all-natural figure. I have heard some horror stories of disappointment in the figures (scars, saggy tits, etc) once the clothes came off. But not the case with Nam. Standard LFK, CBJ, and Sex. But was passionated and unrushed. Really a great experience. I would highly recommend her. However, she is there uncommonly. She is a smart lady and works as a nursing assistant, and comes occasionally to earn a bit of extra money when she needs it. I think this is probably the case with many of the freelancers at Thermae.
Day 2. #1 NURU MASSAGE: I went to Doki Doki Massage based on all the excellent reviews and because I really like Nuru massages. I selected Helen who has a great body for Nuru. 3000 baht for one hour. Started with a typical soapy bath on the mattress followed by the nuru massage with proper nuru gel. The ladies at Doki Doki are very well-trained I think. Body-to-body was great and she licked all over as well with lots of rimming. BBBJ and then covered sex. Overall, a great experience. One I will want to repeat.
Day 2. #2. MILKING TABLE 2 GIRLS: I went to Analisa massage because I understood they used milking tables (they call it a glory hole). Chose the 4-hand (two girl) Tantra massage for 90 minutes. Expensive at 3800 Baht, but I actually think worth it. Chose Cake and Anna from the iPad photo lineup. I think the photos must be a little old / doctored. I had made an appointment but arrived early so had to wait a bit until Anna was ready. When the girls came to get me, I was a little disappointed in their appearance -- more 6's. They were both nice enough. It was a little annoying initially as they were extensively talking with each other in Thai as they were doing the massage (initially bare hands, and then with oil), which made you feel like you only had a quarter of their attention. They asked me how many shots I wanted. I said two, because on the pricing list it said this service included two shots. However, these girls indicated that I could have essentially as many as I wanted, and asked if I could do three. I declined and said two was fine. They were asking this to help them organize their timing during the massage. After about 25-30 minutes they told me it was time for the first shot. One of the girls (Cake) went below the table and started stroking my cock, while Anna was giving me a nice B2 B massage with tits on my back. I had one other milking table experience before but with one girl, and so the 2nd girl on top was a nice addition. After I shot my load, they continued with massage until it was time for round two. This time I was lying on my back. They gave me a prostate massage, then a brief CBJ, and then handjob to finish. Overall, a worthwhile experience, and one I would recommend if you have had a milking table fantasy.
Currently in Bangkok. Planning for 3 some & Pub-hopping.
So I'm in Bangkok tomorrow and up till Wednesday. Anyone interested in tagging along for pub hopping and possibly engage in a threesome / gangbang? If so PM me.
See ya.
Boobs at Last, Boobs at Last, Thank God Almighty, we have Boobs at Last
[B]Fair warning: this is a very conceited post. But it is purposely so, because as you will see in a future post, I eventually eat some humble pie.[/B]
I often proclaim my devotion to the silky elegance of a shapely female leg. There's something sophisticated about leg worship, in a way you can't really say for other kinds of worship. I think of boob guys as glutenous and greedy (for the boob flesh), and I think of ass guys as beer guzzling brutes, just interested in getting up there in the ass and doing the nasty. Truth be told, I am a little of everything (as are most of us), but the predilection towards leggy lasses definitely prevails for ol' Kumbu. And so whenever I enter a mongering establishment, my gaze drifts downwards, looking for a particular shape, a particular proportion, a certain symmetry. But tonight, I broke the mould, and in so doing, nearly broke little Kumbu. Read on for the details.
I've heard and read a lot about Thermae recently, some good and some not. There's no way to find out than to, well, find out. So on Th evening I decided to make an early evening of it and left my hotel at 7:50 sharp, hoping to be at Thermae about 5 minutes past 8 pm. Sadly, on the way there, I got some stomach cramps and I high tailed it, butt clenched with all my strength, back to my hotel to extirpate the violaters from within me. Sorry to be graphic, but that explains why I was not there at opening, which is something I wanted to do. Anyway, I got there around 8:45 pm.
I walked in, and there were a bunch of oldish Japanese guys standing in front of the bar area, refusing to get out of the way. The boys in blue were shouting at them to get their asses moving, but they were not particularly interested. Anyway, it took a full 10 minutes to get a drink, and when I did I turned around to look at what all the nonsense has been about.
Before me were about 120 girls of beddable age, waiting to be fucked. Yep, that's the up and down of it. Girls, standing around, waiting to be picked and fucked. Simple as that. Sure, these girls have some agency in that they can reject whoever they want, but seriously, if you pull out the right kind of cash and / or moves, you could have any one of these girls. You just need a superb absence of shame or self-doubt, as we saw in Siamsin's most excellent recent post (line of the century: do you only go with Asian guys, or do you go with handsome guys too?
But with respect, I'm going to take a slightly different tac than Siamsin and others. Thermae is far more complicated than that, at least to the discerning monger. I'm not suggesting anyone else is not a discerning monger, but please allow me to explain. It's the difference between drinking a glass of the house merlot versus actually knowing a little something about wine. Sure, the house wine will give you that little kick that you need. Often that's all you want, and in those cases, ordering the house wine is exactly what one should do. But once you know how to appreciate fine wine, then you realize what you have been missing. So it is with Thermae (and much else in the world). You could go and drop your cash on the first set of legs (or boobs, or buns, or whatever) you want, go back to the hotel, ejaculate into a warm vessel of some kind (vagina, mouth, condom, whatever), and fall asleep with a silly grin on your face. Or you could be more discerning in your selection, pick the girl with whom you have the greatest chemistry, have a long and slow "courting" process, then go back to the hotel and continue that long, slow, pleasureful process for several hours, until. . . You ejaculate into a warm vessel of some kind (vagina, mouth, condom, whatever), and fall asleep with a silly grin on your face. The ultimate outcome may be the same, but the process in getting there is where the true pleasure lies.
Thermae has a bar area in the front to the left when you enter, and then some seating in the middle and some seating at the back. As many of you know, Thermae's system is to have women wait around the edges of the venue while men walk around (in a clockwise direction), ogling, smiling, and then propositioning. The propositioning is not particularly involved. It's something like:
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Monger: Hello, my name is Horny, what's yours?
Girlie: My name is Willfuckformoney. Nice to meet you Horny.
Monger: Nice to meet you Willfuckformoney. You go with me short time for 2500 baht?
Girlie: Kaa.[/QUOTE]Simple. Sweet. To the point. The weird thing is that for the non-sociopaths amongst us, it is inordinately weird to look someone in the face and then just walk away. But you need to suspend your normal human instincts and pretend for a moment that you are in a fantasy in which you can fuck any woman you want without having to put on the airs of politeness or decency. It's very unusual indeed.
Anyway, the men walk around in a wave-like motion. The men tend to clump together as they walk, so you get a series of bunches of men, followed by gaps in the wave, then another bunch of men. It's all very peristalsis like, which is a wonderful image indeed, isn't it? I was ready to enter the wave just as one bung of men began to move through the bowels of Thermae.
Determined not to be part of the big turd in front of me, I held back so I could walk through the penetrating eyes by myself. This was for maximum exposure. I wanted them to all see that I, King Kumbu, had arrived. They may curtsey if they pleased, but whatever they did, they had better notice me, goddammit. So I began the slow walk, looking each girl over from head to toe.
I counted as I went along, just so I would be able to report some statistics to you folks. So at around 9 pm on a Thursday night, there were about 120 women in there, and about 60-70 men. Yes, the ratio was decidedly in my favor. Of those 120, I would say a full 30% were top notch lookers. I mean, super cute in some way or another. Not all of them would meet your standards, but they were girls that we could all agree are top drawer stuff. Another 30% were do-able, but not the kinds you would want to write a long-winded ISG post about. Ehem. And the remaining 40% were definite no-nos. They were either long in the tooth, or crazy in the eye, or droopy in the boob, or inflated in the belly, or ugly in the face, or what have you.
I walked through the procession, looking left and then right, inspecting as I went. And as I did, my the analytical side of my brain kicked in. While I was walking, I started catrgorizing women into various categories. I created two typologies of working girls in Thermae (and anywhere, really), and tried to place each girl somewhere in each typology. Here's what I mean.
First, about appearance. Girls fall into roughly 4 categories.
Tier 1: Stunning and gorgeous. These girls have elaborate hair jobs, lots of fake eye lashes and stuff, carefully bleached skin, etc. These are the show dolls designed to attract the Manga-Fantasy Japanese Salariman. They are the dolls. The delicate flowers. "Oh so pretty, I might break her".
Tier 2: Less outrageously dolled up, but genuinely attractive. This is my group of women. Simply good looking, well put together, of the appropriate age, and not particularly grizzled by the ravishes of time. Well-proportioned, nothing fake about them, with a spark in the eye.
Tier 3: The fuckable ones, the ones you go to if you strike out with the other two categories.
Tier 4: Everything else. This is chaff for the wheat, so you need to filter them out somehow.
Second, seemingly randomly distributed within the girls are those girls who give you some eye.
Class 1: they give you a quick looksie and then look away.
Class 2: they give you a quick looksie, then look away, and then look again.
Class 3: they give you a quick looksie, look away, then look back and smile.
Class 4: they don't look.
Class 4 girls are dead to you. Don't fucking bother with them. That's my advise. They are not looking at you because they don't want to go with you. If you press your case, you may get them into your hotel room, but it will be a cold, clinical experience designed to extract more baht than cum. There are exceptions, like that bastard Siamsin, who seems to be able to open up even the most tightly clenched sphincter of a woman (I kid, bro), but for most of us mortals, if we pick a Class 4 girl, we are destined for a cold evening. In my humble opinion, you are far better off identifying Class 1-3 girls. In fact, you really should be looking for Class 3 girls.
Now, the trick to maximizing the utility of your mongering experience is to find the intersection of the right sets above. What I look for is the intersection of Tier 2 and Class 3. Those are the girls that work best for me. I've tried Tier 1 girls, and they are too prissy, but can still be fun (if they intersect with Class 2 or 3). I've also tried Class 1, 2 and 4, and they are all far, far, substandard to Class 3 girls.
The issue is that you have to suspend your instinct to go for Tier 1 girls. Really, the thing that works best is to find Class 3 girls of the highest Tier. Ok, lesson over students, there will be a test at the end.
So as I walked around, I spied two girls who were just busting out of their brassieres trying to smile at me. It was like they thought I was the dentist and they were showing me all 32 of their teeth. Lovely, Class 3 has been identified. Of the two, one of them looked solidly in Tier 2, while the other looked to be in Tier 3. So the better of the two was a pretty thing that looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was wearing a short black dress, revealing nice, solid legs. I noticed a tattoo on her right shin, which in one way was pleasing (tattoos means a slightly rougher personality, which is good), but it also spoiled the clean lines of her legs. I abhor the desecration of a perfectly good pair of legs. She had some cleavage showing, but you never know with the push-up bras and stuff. Fuckin' push-up bras, I'the like to fucking kill whoever invented that.
So anyway, I was only beginning the proctological examination of the insides of Thermae, so I could not commit just yet. I carried on, and as I turned the corner at the back, I saw a couple of other lookers on the left. But they were giving me no lovin', so I walked on. I came around and started making my way back towards the front, and again I noticed a group of really sexy young women. They must have been in their early twenties, and they fell into Class 1. So some attention, but not too much. I carried on, and I got a couple of elbow tugs and when I turned, they were all older ladies. So no thanks.
I got back to the front now. I hung out a few minutes, and then went around again, paying close attention to my two dental patients. They were still there and their teeth were still gleaming. It's nice to have fans like this. I walked past them, much to their disappointment, and went around back to check out those twenty-somethings. I stood in the back, near the tables they have there, where the girls could take a good long hard look at me. And look they did.
One girl in particular looked especially ravishing. She had tattoos all up her right arm lots and lots of them. She had gorgeous hair, and was wearing a frilly black dress. She was seated, so I could not see the shape of her hips or ass, but I could see some very lovely leggage. She looked to be, I dunno, 22? How the fuck can you tell these days? Anyway, she was young. Her hair flared backwards from her face, kind of creating a focusing effect on her sharp features. Her jawline was the epitome of elegance, and her neck looked like it was woven from Jim Thompson silk. And most adorable of all, she had eyes that were ever so slightly cock-eyed, creating that puzzled little puppy dog kind of look. Not sure why I find that attractive, but reason is not part of this calculation.
So I stood there, feeling kind of vulnerable, it should be said. I was out there, with roughly 100 eyeballs on me. Some were looking with disdain, some with indifference, and some with mild optimism. But the girls of my attention were falling squarely in Class 2. I was hoping for an upgrade from the puppy dog beauty, so I hung around to see if I would get even the glimmer of a smile. As I stood there, hopefully, I was being picked out by sharp-shooter girls from all over the room. They were sending their signals from this way and that, and I parried them expertly. These girls were not in that sweet spot of Tier 2 and Class 3, but were more of the Tier 3 and Tier 4 girls, from just fuckable to absolutely unfuckable lard asses (thank you Silvio, for that most eloquent and timeless quote).
I stood there a good 15 minutes, but puppy dog never thawed. She kept looking at me, but never did a hint of a smile cross her face. I pondered taking the gamble. After all, what's the worst thing that could happen? Yep, those of you who are paying attention know the answer: you ejaculate into a warm vessel of some kind (vagina, mouth, condom, whatever), and fall asleep with a silly grin on your face. But luckily for me, my mental fortitude won out over my testicular impetuousness. Translation: I walked.
As I walked past her, I locked eyes with her, well, with one of her eyes (the other was off at 2 o'clock), and gave her my most smug and confident smile I could muster, as if to say, "Honey, you just lost out on some serious cash. " I walked past the old buzzards on that side of the bar, circled around and went in search of some dental hygiene.
And as I turned the corner, there she was, and as she saw me, that huge smile just bounced back onto her face. Her eyes were wide open, and I could see her back arch slightly at the sight of me. Goddam, that kind of reaction is one fuck of an aphrodisiac. So I walked up to her and said:
[QUOTE]Kumbu: Sawad dii krap.
32-teeth: Sawad dii kaa, how are you kaa?
Kumbu: Much better now. How are you?
32-teeth: Welly good, thank you kaa.
Kumbu: What's your name?
32-teeth: Patiikaa.
Kumbu: Nice to meet you Patiikaa. My name is Kumbu.
Patiikaa: um, no. Nice to meet you Kumbu. You welly handsumm kaa.
Kumbu: You welly pliti.
Patiikaa: Thank you. Where you flom kaa?
Kumbu: America. Let me guess, you are from Thailand?
Patiikaa: Yes. I like man from Amelikaa.
Kumbu: Hey, you want to come with me?
Patiikaa: Yes, thank you kaa.[/QUOTE]And off we went. She grabbed her bag, and out the door we went. A taxi dude came and grabbed me by the crook of my elbow and I shook him off and walked another 10 yards, and then hailed a taxi. We took the short taxi ride back to the hotel, during which we chatted.
[QUOTE]Kumbu: Sorry, could you tell me your name again?
Patiikaa: Patiikaa.
Kumbu: Patiikaa? Hmm.
Patiikaa: No, Patiikaa.
Kumbu: . . .
Patiikaa: You know in Thailand, lady say kaa after everything for polite.
Kumbu: Doh! Your name is Patty?!
Patiikaa: Chai kaa.
Kumbu: Doh.
Patty: it's ok kaa. You welly funny kaa.[/QUOTE]As we chatted, I noticed that she had put her hand in mine the whole way. She had attached herself to me like a total GF, and she was smiling the whole time. She was buzzing with excitement, and was just very into it, it seemed. She whispered to me that she wants to take care of me, and wants me to be happy. All this is what a monger looks for. It bodes well for the bedroom activities. Man, I made a seriously good decision to not go for the cock-eyed puppy dog in Thermae.
When we got to the room, she jumped onto the bed and just started chatting away. Her English was not great, but what she lacked in linguistic abilities she made up for in personality. She told me that she was 27 years old, and works full time as an MC at malls for various events. She goes to Thermae only on some days, like once or twice a week, since she's busy otherwise.
As we chatted, I slowly disrobed, and when I was in my boxers, she jumps up and announces that we would take a shower together. I kind of prefer showering by myself I don't need the fumbling and stuff. But she would have none of it. She wanted this to be part of the experience. That's another excellent indicator.
So she drops all her clothes, and holy fucking hell, my mind exploded with the visual brilliance that stood before me. She was perhaps 5'5" tall with legs that were, well, not long, but not short. But more importantly, she had breasts that were simply fabulous. They were easily third letter of the alphabet sized (fucking autocorrect to 'see' - I fucking hate that! And absolutely pert and perky. I mean, when I looked at them, they were pointed upwards. And they were 100% natural, no silicone, no funny business. Goddam, this was the fucking jackpot.
Look, I know I started the post with a soliloquy about the wonder of female legs, and I belittle boob-lovers, but shit, when presented with twin peaks such as these, all hell breaks loose in your pants. I wanted them in my hands and my mouth, and there was no two ways about it.
So into the shower we went, and as she soaped up my asshole, I was busy soaping those two ginormous puppies. And of course, as I did that, I pressed and pushed and lifted and dropped them with great abandon, and they were so goddam firm, it was incredible. Let me say again: they are totally, 100% real. This was the freak of nature we all dream about. Boobs this size are not supposed to be this firm, but firm they were. This was going to be good.
Anyway, asshole cleaned, ball sack washed off, we exited and popped onto the bed. And of course, needless to say, I went to town on those puppies. I was gentle, but certain about what I wanted, and she gladly provided me with my desires. I sucked for a good 10 minutes, and she was into it, actually.
Once my tongue and lips had tired, I started exploring the rest of her body. I kissed around her belly, which was firm, but not flat, and then around her hips down to her legs. I kissed her legs up and down a few times, with her giggling the whole time, before I settled down into her gorgeous little pussy.
She had no lips to speak of. I mean, her pussy kind of just opened up like a slit in a piece of cloth. She had a decent sized clit hidden in there, but no lips to suck on at all. So I slathered her pussy with my tongue, giving it a total top to bottom wiping with the flat midsection of my tongue, and she gave out a long, tense aaaaah. I dug right into her clit, rubbing it this way and that, and just gave it my all for a good 3-4 minutes, and as I did that my hands were upstretched to her breasts, and I was playing with her nipples as I sucked. Awesomeness epitomized!
And to my great surprise, after a total of maybe 6-7 minutes of DATY, she whimpered, and relaxed a little. I thought this was just a little crescendo, and I should continue, but after about 30 seconds, she whispers "I finit". She finished. Wow, that was quick.
I looked her in the eye, held out my hand and said "1000 baht please. " She slapped my hand away and said in a demanding but playful way, "You have condom?" But of course, m'lady. On goes my Trojan and in goes Mr. Kumbu. She hopped onto me CG style, and of course, with two ginormous bazooms presented to my face, I had no choice but to suck as we fucked. Man, this is the life large boobs filling my face, beautiful ass in my hands, and my dick deep inside a gorgeous pussy. Why do I live in the USA again?
And then, after just 5-6 minutes of this, she arches her back, grits her teeth, and let's out a loud, long, ooooaaaoooaaaahhh! And she whispers "I finit again". So we cooled it for a few seconds as she rested up, and then we went to it again. She was doing a really good job in CG. It required that she do squats constantly, which is quite tough, but she was managing. And because of this, she had broken a sweat doing so. But again, after another 5-6 minutes, she tightens up, oooohs, and then sheepishly says "I finit again. ".
Goddam, this girl is so fucking easy to get off! We switch position into missionary and I start doing the work. I do my thang for a few minutes, then grab her boobs and suck away to my hearts content, then switch her to her side and spoon while entering her from behind, and over and some prone bone into her luscious butt cheeks (no anal). And then I switch her back into missionary and about 5 minutes later, I start to feel the urge. And coincidentally, she started to crescendo too, so I decided to throw in the towel and do a simultaneous orgasm with her. And so we came, both of us together, and her for the fourth time that night.
We laid there for 10 minutes, chatting and giggling. We then showered together again, and we chatted for another 15 minutes after. I gave her 3000 baht and a kiss on the cheek on the way out. We never discussed money, by the way, and afterwards she sent me a thank you by Line, so I am assuming 3000 was a good amount.
Overall, this was a fabulous experience. There is absolutely nothing wrong with Thermae, as far as I am concerned. Yes, it's weird, but so the fuck what? Just be patient, look for those Class 3 girls, and use your instincts, and you will succeed.
That was Th night. On Fri night I decided to try NEP, and goddam, I had one of the best gogo experiences I've had in years. A real fire cracker, which you shall read just as soon as I get a chance to write it up.
And as promised, students, here is the test I promised you:
Question: What is the intersection of Class 4 and Tier 4?
Answer: Marriage.