Bangkok. Same, Same But Different
Landed at "Swampy". Deplane, hmmmm, all these escalators I DON'T remember. Follow the signs, down to a train. Ah, new for me, the satellite terminal. Good news is, the train opens in front of immigration. Pay attention to the "routers", not as efficient as the PRC, but still they are working to level the lines. I get routed to the FAR right, past the Thai lanes. Line moves quick; follow the instructions on the sign above: Passport, Boarding Pass, ETA if available. Photo, fingerprints, stamped in - 2 months, on to baggage claim. Perks work, by the time I've found a cart and the correct carousel, my bags are there. Out the door, ride is waiting.
Battle Plan: First stop:
1. ATM.
[INDENT]Find my bank of choice, security guard in the vestibule. YES, I KNOW Bangkok is safe, but, you see, he also acts as a doorman. And YES, I can open my own doors but TIT, I enjoy the service. I appreciate the courtesy, he has a salary; win-win in my book.
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Full disclosure: That security guard DOES come in handy. Insert my card, waiting for prompt, ATM beeps, ejects card. Am I at the correct ATM, international? Guard motions me to try again, and THIS time, I don't wait for the PIN prompt, I just enter. NOW, TIT, the ATM gives me the language choice. I have a full wallet and the guard can go home and tell about the dumb farang who can't use an ATM. Jet-lag. Thank the guard, and I'm off to:[/INDENT]
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2. Sky Train (I'm too old to change terms).
[INDENT]Line up to top up my Rabbit card (and to ensure it's still valid). It is, top upped, and I'm half-mobile. Next:[/INDENT]
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3. MRT.
[INDENT]Given the Rabbit card is still valid, and I know the MRT card still has a large balance, I'll roll the dice and just try in the gate. Gate opens, I'm fully mobile, and it's on to:[/INDENT]
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4. MTW.
[INDENT]And to the Boo Birds, YES, I DO fly half-way around the world to visit the MTW. Traditions to be kept, and respects to be made. Up the middle stairway, turn left, the white facade, and... it's not the MTW. WTF?!?! Padlocked door. Can it be, after DECADES, has the MTW gone the way of the SOL? Fortuitously, I decide to take the last stairway down, CONTINUE on, and a number of bars later, THERE is the white facade I am expecting. One lady sitting out front. The universe snaps back to [i]correctness[/i]. Open the door, walk in, the older heavyset mamasan who I know and like is there. She recognizes me, says hello, long time, and I pull up a stool to the bar. Check the prices of the refreshments and the [i]refreshments[/i], grab a beer. She says she'll turn on the A/C, I say fan sufficient, but she insists. She starts the GOOD tunes going (my generation), and we have a nice chat while a couple of [i]refreshments[/i] are vying for my attention. A salute to the departed. A dark and cool bar, a cold beer, great sounds, and the A/C is not the only thing that is [i]blowing[/i]... Given the jet-lag, an easy compromise: no rugby scrum but didn't bother to choose between the two, parallel processing. Finished, paid the tab, and on to:[/INDENT]
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5. Dunkin.
[INDENT]And YES, I do fly half-way around the world for some Dunkin Donuts. Nothing like a cream-filled Bavarian (this is not Germany, shame) along with a spicy Thai omelet for breakfast; makes getting up in the morning worthwhile. Short walk over to the shop. It's buy 6, get 6 free - what a deal. From there, it's on to:[/INDENT]
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6. Sim card.
[INDENT]Try Terminal 21, but, first glitch, the shop is closed. Memory leads me to Emporium, but given I don't have a sim card, no directions. Not a problem. After a binary search with the help of some friendly Thais, find the DTAC office. Card bought, inserted, and now have full comm. Next stop:[/INDENT]
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7. Cheers.
[INDENT]Time for some liquid refreshments on the RTB. Walk into the restaurant, sit at the counter, and the waitress, even after a year, remembers me, BIG smile and greeting, knows my order. Like I say, it's "Cheers", don't have to say a word. Re-hydrated, it's on to:[/INDENT]
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8. Ice Cream.
[INDENT]And now, after a string of successes, it's a crash and burn. &Ampersand is gone, the shop being refurbished for another use. DAMN. Shades of "Melt Me", the chocolate shop.[/INDENT]
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And as to future [I]business[/I], QED. My two lead-off [I]hitters[/I] I keep in contact with throughout the year, so they're a done deal. Next in the [I]batting[/I] order is [I]somewhere[/I] but says she'll be back in a few days. And sadly, with the [I]clean-up[/I] hitter, comm has been lost; I don't keep in contact with her until I'm in country. Will try at her [I]office[/I] but doesn't surprise me she's moved on.
Bangkok, Same Same but Different.
November Bangkok visit a year on, Monday and Tuesday
I made a visit to Pattaya and Bangkok almost exactly a year ago, but the reports I wrote up ended up trapped on a laptop that had issues. Now that I've retrieved them I figured I would finally post these on the forum. They may be dated, but most of the places are still around and hopefully my experiences can be helpful and / or entertaining.
I was lucky enough to score a work trip for meetings in Bangkok, and took a few days at the start in Pattaya (see my trip report there). After a full Monday in Pattaya I was exhausted by the time I got to Bangkok via Cherry's Taxi, and just went to sleep after checking in at the Ramada by Wyndham off Sukhumvit Soi 11, the old Swiss Inn. I had gone back and forth about keeping this reservation or staying at one of the smaller hotels on the quieter end of Soi 8, but ultimately decided that Ramada's positioning near the BTS and within walking distance of Nana Plaza and Thermae made it the choice (even though in the end I made minimal use of those venues). I had an executive room on the 14th floor, which gave me good room size and a nice city view, not bad for under 70 dollars a night.
The location was perfect, so central to Sukhumvit but not noisy or crowded as a main street, as it stands on an elbow-shaped side Soi that had its own intimate character. The setup was ideal for bringing back guests as on entering one need not go through the lobby, but just follow a small corridor to the elevator bank (only two but fast so not much waiting for those). And on the end of the Soi connecting to Soi 11 there are freelancers of various type standing, something I availed myself of on my last night.
Tuesday I had my work meetings and associated social events, so I only had time that night to check out Thermae. I had not been there in over a decade or more, and could barely remember the scene there. Arriving around 10 PM, the place was packed, and I admit I was a bit overwhelmed by the choice. Lots of cuties and a step up from the looks of the girls I was spotting in Pattaya.
I made several circuits and killed some time comparing notes with a friendly guy from Hong Kong. I made a couple of inquiries and the 3,000 Baht for short time seemed high but appeared to be the going rate. Eventually I figured that I needed to make a move since with more meetings the next day I could not make it too late a night. I approached a very attractive, busty girl in jeans and a loose top, and we struck a deal; I didn't resist the 3 K pricing this time.
Anna spoke fluent English and we chatted on the short walk to the Ramada, but our interaction was kind of stilted. When we got to the room and she joined me in the bed after her shower I was more able to appreciate her killer curvy body and fantastic pendant-like natural boobs. With her lush, wavy dark hair against her light skin, she really impressed. But these kind of looks came with a price: Anna was very professional, in the bad sense: there was no spark or spontaneity to the session. For example, in my haste to finally make a choice I had not negotiated services, and kissing was not one of them. Her attitude was not unfriendly but just far more detached than I had gotten used to from Thai girls. Not the best start to a Bangkok visit, but I had a few more days to play with.
November Bangkok Visit a year on: Wednesday
Late afternoon I was released from work duties, and embarked on a mini massage tour. First stop was Cherry off Soi 22, the Bangkok MP stalwart whose on-and-off merger with Snow White and relocation had made Elon's Twitter / X seem like a bastion of stability. (At least they kept their name). When I arrived in the reception a hefty old Brit was carefully selecting from among the lineup and I hoped he would not choose one of the few slender ladies there. Ann was probably late 20's but sexy in a black top and miniskirt, and I opted for an hour at 2,000. With warm smiles she made me feel welcome and relaxed, and she knew how to give a proper massage and the sex I had paid for. I didn't even ask for any of the more hardcore services that Cherry had been known for, but I didn't get the vibe of Cherry as being the no-holds-barred place of its reputation. I did not get to Tulip on this trip, so did not have the anything-goes experience this trip. Coming and going I saw the girls outside Ola Ola next door, but did not have any strong feelings about checking that place out.
It felt like time to finally scratch the itch I had long had for a nuru massage, which I noticed was booming in Bangkok. A walk to the other side of Sukhumvit to a side soi of Soi 31 brought me to Aries, discreetly set back from the street such that I walked past it at first. Reports had characterized this as a premium kind of place, and it indeed had that feel. They even gave me a drink as I waited for the lady I chose from the iPad to be ready. Emmy was that lady, slender but with a properly round ass, and probably in her late 20's or so. She greeted me with a big smile and it never left her face throughout our session.
The room layout (here a very contemporary, almost Scandinavian design style) and some of the logistical steps (washing me and her, hosing down the air mattress, etc.) were familiar to me from soapy massage places. But the nuru experience itself was new, and Emmy knew how to make it spectacular. She slid against me with abandon, and in some positions I didn't imagine, including a scissoring action where I could not believe how she avoided my dick penetrating her pussy (that move felt amazing). For a woman without large breasts (hers were natural), she applied them so well to me, likewise with her ass crack. When it was time to fuck I opted for on the mattress, and as mentioned by others online this took a little getting used to and some effort not to go slip-sliding away onto the floor! Spooning on the mattress was fantastic, but I preferred the views where I could see Emmy's ass cheeks glistening with nuru gel. The room receives major kudos from me for having a mirror applied to the low wall that separated the shower area from the bed, so I had perfect views of Emmy's slick body on top of, under, to the side of, against, and every other which way entwined with mine. In the end I steadied myself by fucking Emmy prone, grinding against her ass (returning the favor for her own grinding), holding on for dear life as I came, shooting my cum without shooting myself across the room. For the remaining third of the hour and a half session Emmy cleaned me off and gave me a superb massage on the bed that we had eschewed for sex.
This session with Emmy was a big contrast from my Thermae experience the night before. Emmy was such a pro, in terms of her massage skills but also at how to make a guy feel good even in a highly regimented situation; she also knew how to respond to my indications of what I liked, such as the positions I chose. This stood out as an outstanding intro to nuru and a top experience of the trip.
Soi 22 was an area I had never tried before, so I crossed over Sukhumnit again to try one of the Honey Bee / Kiss / Bangkok Passion group of massage places. The subsoil where they were located (the second after the Marriot Marquis Hotel), and Soi 22 itself, were packed with options, but at Honey Bee I spotted the cutest girl in the world, and had to choose this teenie-tiny thing. She had a name as adorable as she was, Miaow, and we went into the shop to arrange things. I can't remember if it was me or the mamasan who suggested it, but a two-girl package was negotiated (4,000 Baht), and the partner proposed to me was Glace, a mid- to late-20's lady named Glace, apparently chosen to guide Miaow through her first two-lady session.
The pair led me to an upstairs room with a big hot tub, and left to get ready. When they returned and the tub was sufficiently filled, I was guided into the bubbly hot water, where I received a very pleasurable cleaning; it's remarkable how well a Thai woman's ass crack and cleavage work for scrubbing a cock. It was clear (even despite my incomprehension of Thai) that Glace was providing a tutorial for Miaow as they alternated duties, Glace showing and telling and Miaow effectively applying her newly-acquired knowledge. Glace's attitude was no-nonsense verging on stern, and in contrast to the smiley Miaow she hardly cracked a grin. But as she stroked my cock and titfucked me in the tub we locked eyes with great intensity that elevated the session beyond the clinical. After a rinse and dry I was on the bed as the lesson continued, Miaow following Glace's lead in applying her lips for a sweet blowjob. Both rode me nicely, and with the gracious extension of time to permit me the chance to finish I had the pleasure of cumming while Miaow bounced her kitty on my cock in cowgirl, once of the cutest views I've enjoyed. The student had learned well from the master.
November Bangkok Visit a year on: Thursday
On Thursday I had been out all day on an organized tour, pulling into Bangkok near 10 PM, so my time was limited to hit a Nuru massage place to relax. My choice for the night was Kokoro on one of the Soi 23 side-sois, several minutes-walk from Soi Cowboy. My concern about the girls available at that late hour posed no problem as Julia was available, sexy slender caramel-haired, something I like in Thai girls. Her English was quite good and so it was easy to communicate. I paid the friendly lady at the desk 4400 Baht for an hour session, while staring over at the shop's enormous pet cat.
The room was as well-appointed as at Aries (with a little fountain and fake grass on the wall, though no wall mirrors, point deducted there), with one notable addition: the transparent acrylic stool with a slot in the seat that allowed Julia free access to caress, massage, and clean my asshole as I sat for the soapy wash. Sitting offered a new position for her pert breasts and taut ass to rub over my body. There was more of that when we transitioned to the mattress for nuru fun, where she proved well-trained. A twist was the outfit she then put on, as I had paid 600 more for the cosplay option. I had sked her to choose a schoolgirl outfit from the rack as we came upstairs, but in t the room it turned out to be a sexy police uniform (I tried to introduce a little role playing, but I stopped talking when she got confused when I told her that she was a naughty schoolgirl for working in a massage parlor). I was surprised that she put the costume on during the nuru massage and not after, but it was a thrill to fuck her on the mattress as the skimpy costume got soaked with nuru gel; what cloth there was in the outfit did give me a better grip on Julia whenever my pumping veered into slip-sliding away.
From Kokoro I made my way back via a stroll through the Soi Cowboy madness to Sukhumvit, and decided to check in on a LB bar I had heard good things about, off Soi 10 near Lollipop blowjob bar (which had some decent, non-vintage ladies sitting in view, to my surprise). The scene at the place I went was pretty wild, with lots of groping from the waitresses (in schoolgirl outfits), staggering drunk customers (one nearly took a nasty fall) and even a near catfight (Real? Fake? Who knows). More important were the beautiful creatures available for company, more tall and lovely than I had anticipated, and not afraid to flash a pair of tits or a thong. I took two, Rainy and Laura, to one of the rooms upstairs (600 for the room, 600 x 2 for barfine, and 2000 each for company). After some nice shared BJ's, there was some pounding backdoor action on the menu.
Walking back to my hotel after closing time sometime after 2 AM, an African lady caught my attention near the Nana BTS overpass stairs. Reina had an attractive smile and slender body, so this Kenyan lady and I struck a 2 K deal for some short-time fun (I added 500 as tip later). With all the Thai ladies around I had not expected to go the African route, but I figured that I was sampling new and diverse selections this trip, so why not. Up at my room at the Ramada the scene was a sexy one as I stood behind Reina at the floor length window overlooking the lights of Bangkok, slipped her slinky green dress down while caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. Onto the bed we shared a hot 69, and some intimate fucking, as I held Reina tight in missionary and flat doggy. I don't know how I had any energy at all, after an extremely long day, and that and some previous shots took their toll, but it was a lovely encounter anyway, with a sweet and classy lady.
November Bangkok Visit a year on: Friday Sukhumvit MP Walking Tour Part 1
There were plenty of pockets of Sukhumvit I planned to explore on my last day in Bangkok, and with a 6 AM departure to the airport Saturday morning I had a good 20 hours available to me when I woke up mid-morning Friday. My plan was to walk up and down Sukhumvit on a walking tour of massage places new to me.
At Kokoro the night before I learned that Wow massage on Soi 23 was run by the same management, which was a good endorsement. I had my eyes on Wow due to their theme rooms, and when I arrived around noon Friday I was pleased that the Muay Thai boxing ring room was available. So was Mona, a tight-bodied petite girl with silicon tits. Inside the room, which though a bit cramped was one of the most fun and unusual I ever mongered in, Mona executed well the soapy wash / body rub / asshole cleaning (using the same clear plastic stools as Kokoro). Her nuru massage was also performed with skill, and she fucked me on the mat. But that was a disappointment, since I figured she would use the fact that we were in this venue to inject some levity and interactivity.
Instead, she stayed on typical nuru massage script, and of course it was also on me for this missed opportunity as I did not propose fucking on the bed around which the boxing ring was built, or ask her to wear the boxing trunks hung on the ropes. I had visions of having her bent over against the ropes, but I think I was just conditioned to be passive in the nuru massage setting and so did not suggest it. Which kind of defeated the purpose of getting this room, although to be fair it did have a hot tub and Mona did take care of me well there with strategic rubbing and a blowjob. Still, the session lacked the spark I had in these settings before, and was while the shop is correctly-named, the session was no Wow.
The Soi 23 area is so convenient, not just for massage options but also food, and I took advantage with a pub lunch and cider at Scruffy McMurphy's exotic fare from where I am based. Handy in the aforementioned category was Aya Massage, which the night before required a wait, hence my visit to Kokoro. At about 3 in the afternoon, though, they had plenty of availability, with one of the largest lineups of girls available. A good 20 or 25 must have lined up for me, a nice-looking, young selection in slinky black dresses. As eye pleasing as the ladies was the thecor. Apart from some German FKKs, Aya was possibly the most beautifully decorated place of this kind I have visited, with a Moroccan style that would be the envy of a high-end spa.
Impressed as I was, I was happier with my selection, a tall, slender girl with a nubile look whose name unfortunately escapes me. On my flight home I watched the movie "Crazy, Stupid Love" that featured actress and model Analeigh Tipton, and I realized that the girl I chose at Aya was her Thai twin, or close to it. My girl's key quality was her never-ending smile (with dimpled cheeks! And basically what made me choose her out of the large crowd. When a smiler rises above the crowd in the Land of Smiles, you got to take her. And her lighthearted attitude persisted throughout our encounter, making her lack of English a non-issue. More important our sexual compatibility took over soon after we got to the room, with her very responsive to my licking her pussy. Her lithe body maneuvered easily into positions pleasurable for both, like leaning backward Asian cowgirl, and we finished the hour each of us bathed in perspiration as if we had been inside a Moroccan bathhouse.
My itinerary next moved from a newish venue like Aya to a classic, Doki Doki on Soi 31. I had passed it the other night on my way to Aries, but I felt like this nuru massage stalwart should not be missed. I worried that at 5 pm on a Friday night they would be fully booked, but there was a room available and a handful of ladies. The lineup of 5 was a fraction of at Aya, and but a fraction of the attractiveness. If not for the one girl I chose being there, I would have probably walked out. But all it takes is one, and the one I chose (I forgot her name too) also wore her smile (if nothing else) for the course of our hour together.
The room also contrasted with Aya as well as the other nuru places, being clean but fairly spartan. My lady kept me warm with her smile throughout, and when on the nuru mattress constantly pouring warm water over me; it felt so comforting, and with the lights turned down almost completely it felt like being in the womb. Back to that region of a woman's anatomy, I again had the slippery experience of fucking on the nuru-covered air mattress; watching my glistening nuru coated cock slide in and out of her mouth was a thrill, and flat doggy is always a good way to finish on this adult slip-and-slide. She was following a program, but it felt more like the experience at Aries two days earlier, everything done with a bright enthusiasm.
Soi 31 has the flavor of a Little Japan, and I noticed the same thing as I walked over to Soi 33. Another things I noticed was the elephant tusk portal behind the gates of derelict Livingstone's Lodge, and I remembered that I had stayed there a decade ago on my first mongering trip to Bangkok. A number of massage places I had read about were clustered on this soi: Auora (not to be confused with the one near Kokoro), Class 666 (the ladies on the porch out front did not entice me), and Dozo nuru massage. But my target was Hunny Bunny, which I visited after a nice dinner at Gedhawa Thai restaurant nearby.
A lot of the attraction to Hunny Bunny was its fun, cheeky website. I figured if they were that creative they would give attention to all aspects of the business and at being distinctive (the waiting room where the girls lined up felt like an English men's club). The lineup did appear curated, with something for everyone, with variety of body sizes and shapes, MIILFs and a teenie (predictably named Lolita and wearing a schoolgirl costume I would have picked her but she seemed terrified of me). There was even a dominatrix with whip in hand (and a smile on her face, so she was not scary). I chose a slender lady with hair in bangs, as much for a slight resemblance to an old flame than anything else. Having paid for an hour session, Min led me upstairs to a small room with a bed that was a mattress on a built-in platform; you could see that they had added some thecor but the room seemed to be a holdover from some previous, more modest massage parlor. No matter, the best part was that after the shower I was spared any sort of actual massage! Standing beside the bed where Min sat after our shower together, I planted my lips on hers and she responded with wet, warm open mouth and beckoning tongue. I laid her back and she likewise responded with wetness and writing to my tongue on her clit. With her slender frame Min was ideal to position lying on her back to fuck me, and the advantage of the room was a wall mirror, making spooning a sex positon that offered a wonderful view of her body. But she was no starfish, her energy in riding me and in doggy was admirable and ensured that we emerged after cumming a sweaty mess. I don't think we spoke ten words to each other in the entire session, but I think that is proof that actions sometimes speak louder than words.
November Bangkok Visit a year on: Friday Sukhumvit MP Walking Tour Part 2
After Hunny Bunny I continued my walk through the rising Sukhumvit odd soi numbers. The next place I sought out was a venue reported as a new addition to the Bangkok massage parlor scene, Bkk Vice. I sought it out, and sought it out, and sought it out because it was so hard to find. The initial map I used was not accurate, and it did appear on Google Maps, but I couldn't find any place that resembled a massage parlor or had a sign with BKK Vice's splashy branding. It turns out that the problem was that Bkk Vice neither looked like a massage place nor did it have a sign at all!
After two passes I finally connected the address with a place, next to two legit looking massage shops, with fake foliage covering its outside wall. It looked more like a vegan restaurant than a brothel. A tip, it's on the block of Soi 39 closer to Sukhumvit than Philippe French restaurant. I can understand the secrecy, this looks like a street going upscale with premium hotels, condos, and fancy restaurants.
And as with their website marketing, they do appear to be trying something different from a typical massage place, in style at least. When I made it in the reception room had a sleek, modern feel with manggaa style paintings. I was greeted by a kind of hipster young woman who led me to the couch across from where 4 or 5 ladies in slinky dresses were sitting, and explained everything in perfect English (and she had American accent). I ultimately did not choose any of the ladies; they looked fine, and were in their 20's, but nothing stood out about them. In retrospect I wonder if I was just bitter at BKK Vice for being so hard to find. With it being around 9 PM I worried about getting some time over at Sois 26 and 24 where I still wanted to visit, so I headed out. It turned out that BKK Vice was a turning point, where my wanderings began to go off course.
After I crossed Sukhumvit to the even numbered sois, it became a matter of the grass not being any greener on the other side. On a quest like the knight from the Spanish epic, I made for Don Quixote Massage on Soi 26 based on based on good reviews of the lineup. High quality customer service was on hand upon entering, an attractive mamasan sitting with me on a couch to show me who was available on an iPad. I should have known that a picture is not worth a seeing a lady in the flesh. The problem was that my brain got so muddled looking at pic after pic of girls with the mamasan advising "young cute, popular," that I got fixated on trying to piece together another threesome, based on some calculus I didn't then and don't now understand. A few minutes later when the summoned pair was standing by the base of the stairs waiting for me, I realized my mistake, as they were not "young, cute," but instead older and not very cute at all, with one in particular I could tell she had facial cosmetic surgery making her unnatural looking.
That said, the two, Emma and Ivy, were busty and service-oriented. The latter had its drawback in that the two-girl service involved the hot tub bathing service which frankly was getting a little old to me at this point. But it did permit some pretty good rubbing of ample tits on my sudsy dick. The ladies were talkative with good English, good-humored, and rather energetic on the bed. They were good about me positioning them to my liking (one face sitting with one riding me is a favorite). And a wall mirror gave good views. But it was disappointing to miss out on "young, cute" girls and to have taken such a big chunk of time out of the evening as my hours in Bangkok ticked down. And I began to feel like I was tilting at windmills, with my quixotic quest to do a walking tour of all the massage areas of Sukhumvit.
Next on my quest was the nearby Soi 26 side soi ghetto where some famous massage places like Snow White were located. Snow White itself did not have appealing ladies outside, and this being a Friday night a number of the places did not have anyone outside the shop as they were presumably busy inside. Angels 26 had good reviews online so that was my target, but when I entered it was ghost town, with only two girls in the ladies area, and the better looking one was just going with a client. My timing was clearly bad, with guys apparently out in force as the weekend began, and going for one last fuck before closing time at the massage parlors.
I walked out, but almost immediately panicked about missing out on one last massage parlor experience, and so returned to take that last girl at Angels. She again smiled at me, but petite and slightly chubby Olive was on the cute / homely border line and picking her was mostly an act of desperation. Desperation for what? It was irrational. Up in the room I had no interest in another shower and massage, but just went along with the program. And it was a program: although Olive was personable (she spoke decent English) and gave a good effort, this wasn't a passionate session (no kissing, for example).
So my massage parlor walking tour ended with a whimper. To make it worse, after I exited Angels and walked down the soi to Sukhumvit, a super cute, young girl outside the last MP on the block invited me in. But by then I was drained and honestly all massaged out, and on my way to check out Nana Plaza. (passing on this cutie was a mistake, a chance at redemption especially as my last two experiences of the night were not great). It was a good day, but the downturn at the end did color things. And in retrospect, it has annoyed me a bit that with all the massage places I tried, I managed to miss out on other novel experiences (like a milking table massage at a place like Analisa), or a Bangkok big soapy or a classic like Tulip, or a related venue like a BJ bar. But I can't really complain, I lost my nuru virginity and had some excellent sessions with great girls I just don't need any more of that gel for a while.
November Bangkok Visit a year on: Friday Evening, Wrapping up the trip
After nearly five days in Bangkok I had not yet gotten over to Nana Plaza, even though I had planned my lodging partly to be within striking distance of its agogos. The night before Kenyan Reina steered me away from the agogos, but tonight I was determined to get there. Billboard was the first stop, where I liked the high level talent on display (including some nude shower dancers) and the energy, but it was too crowded with customers for me to get to know any of the girls. That led me to float over to its sister club Butterflies, where I was able to get a much better seat to view the stages and tub area. Plus a convenient spot next to me where I could get to know one of the dancers better.
Jenny was who I asked a waitress to call over for me, who had been giving me cheeky looks from the stage. Smiley and touchy-feely, she was worth the lady drink and so I decided to take this 25-year old back to my hotel. After an extortionately priced and bumpy tuk tuk ride back, the experience in the room was not much better. Jenny had the body (great ass, squeezable boobs), but her spirit was not so willing: the sex was bland and quick. Not worth the before,700.
I didn't want to let the trip end on a low note, but I also didn't have the energy to go very far this late in the night. Every night I had noticed the freelancers floating around the end of the subsoi in front of my hotel where it met Sukhumvit 11, so that seemed like a handy option. I pulled on some clothes and made the 2-minute trek from my room to the corner, and soon met Jane, a tall native of the Philippines whose tight but classy floral dress was very figure flattering. We struck a deal (B2,500) and headed up to my room, where we conversed a bit but soon were making out since Jane had soft lips just made for kissing. And sucking too, as I learned. That floral dress was soon pulled up for me to slide inside. My body was taxed by this point in the night, so the festivities did not last very long, but it made for a good way to wrap up a rewarding trip.
11 Bravo's Holiday Off to a Good Start
[QUOTE=11Bravo;2960781]Landed at "Swampy" * * * Find my bank of choice, security guard in the vestibule * * * Sky Train * * * MRT * * * YES, I DO fly half-way around the world to visit the MTW * * * Dunkin * * * Sim card * * * Time for some liquid refreshments on the RTB * * * Ice Cream * * * Crash and burn * * * Bangkok, Same Same but Different.[/QUOTE]It's always a treat to watch a master at the top of his game. Looking forward to future reports from Mr. Bravo.
Bunky
