I don't usually make recommendations . . .
. . . but this is a must and it's a gift to you.The SongGran holiday shut down the massage I wanted to repeat, so I walked a soi I hadn't yet done before.I've seen some reports from the active members of this forum, but I had not gone there before. I'm talking about the MPs off soi 24 Sukhumvit, very near Emporium. At Pink, I went three times looking for Gege (pronounced JieJie), whose photo is delectable but who does not resemble it in person. Finally I saw her, and crestfallen, I had to trek farther.I decided to climb upstairs to Oriental, and as I climbed I figured it was a wasted effort. The staircase is dim, and the reception lobby is spartan. But the work done, I decided to scout the album. I found only one photo of interest, but she had not yet arrived. I said I'd wait, to see her in person before committing.Fifteen minutes, just as I got up prepared to leave the place, the manager announced she had arrived. And there she was, just about the same as her photo in the album. I paid the 500 B for the oil massage and upstairs we went. I think I softly touched her back and bum as we ascended the stairs, making some small talk on the way.But she left me showering alone, as so many forum contributors have complained about. For about 7 or 8 minutes. So, when she arrived with her basket, I told her I was about done, but did she need a shower too?She explained, while stripping down to a bikini, that she just arrived, and that she showers after arriving, and since I was her first, she's showered and ready. Sounded good.But the bikini was still on. And I saw what looked like a long hair protruding from under her bikini bottom. So I touched it and asked what it is. Her underwear was worn out, and needing replacement.So, now on the massage mattress, I told her that she should take off her bottom and throw it away. She said it is all she has. I told her I'd replace it. She said a new set, bra included, would cost 900 B at Emporium. I told her that she could find better value elsewhere, but no matter, I'd pay the Emporium price and more. And I slid her bottom off, and she unfastened the top herself.Well, I could barely contain myself, as she started to massage my ankles and then started stroking my pointer. I was mesmerized by her light skin, playful breasts, and shaved plump pussy. I asked her age.She asked what I guessed. Honestly, I thought her body was 19 but her face 23. So I flattered her a bit, and she really liked it. Truth, as I believe her words, 26, from Nakhorn Sakorn. But 23 from the look and feel of her face and body.She was working me all the while, until my elephant trunk was pointing to the ceiling like a bugler's trumpet ready to sound the attack. That's when she surprised me by commenting that it looked handsome, pretty. "Really? That?" I asked. "Yes," she said. And then she started to measure it, using her fingernail as a 1-cm measure to count from the base to the tip.I'm telling you, this is how it went. I could not make this up, and it never happened this way to me before.It was nearly more than I could stand. Then she started to hump me, face to face, pussy to baseball bat. She bit her lower lip, like a pornstar pretending to enjoy it, and started yoga exercises on me, like she was using me to enjoy herself.I had to stop her, as I nearly blew it but wanted to enjoy the next hour as well. She asked why. I explained. She said, "It okay. Two time better. And not expensive." And she proceeded to hump me in long and faster movements until I creamed all over us.Now, I figured that's it except for the massage. And she started at the feet, moving up, occasionally stroking the center of pleasure to see if there's life, and soon there was. When celestial again, she slipped on the condom and mounted me. Before long she was doing the Asian cow-girl, and then another first time: she twirled herself around to a reverse cow-girl, without interrupting the momentum. Now it was a new phase, a new adventure. I later pulled her backwards, now lying on top of me, and we kept going.Emboldened, I flipped her over and started my favorite finishing moves, but she out-did me again. She started to grab her pussy-lips and pull them upward with each long stroke I made. And then, another surprise: She said "leuk, leuk" which in Thai is somewhat between 'lick' and 'luck' and it means "deep." She wanted it deeper.I leave it up to you to decide whether she was acting or really enjoying it. Many forum contributors have talked about GFEs and having more than a massage and a good service. This was unexpected and more than I imagined. Her eyes and mouth were a testament to her enjoyment, and I was feeling like I was being used for her enjoyment.So, here's the bottom line:Her name is Nacky. She used to work at Angel 26, under a different name, perhaps Nat, but I'm not sure, as I've never gone to Angel. She said she (and many others) grew to hate the boss, and so she left. I asked if she would mind my publicizing her name to a forum of friendly patrons, and she agreed.Orient is on a little soi to the left as you enter soi 26 off Sukhumvit. You can't miss it. In the small soi, look left, and go up the stairs. The rooms are a 5 out of 10, with shower. The Japanese owner (man) speaks English, and the cashier is polite. They call to announce the end of time, so no surprise add-on charges. Water in a bottle for free, other drinks fairly priced.She knows me as Ajaan D (good teacher), and I don't mind if you mention my name, so long as you are polite and good, since I'm giving you the recommendation.I don't usually give a recommendation, as everyone has a different sense of things, but this one, I think, is a slam-dunk.Enjoy,Soi Walker[size=-2][b][u]EDITOR'S NOTE[/u]:[/b] [blue]I would suggest that the author or another Forum Member consider posting a link to this report in the Reports of Distinction thread. Please [url=http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/announcement-reportsofdistinction.php?]Click Here[/url] for more information.[/blue][/size]
About Takara, in PatPong 1
I remember some general questions asking about this place, and since I have known it since 2004, I thought I'd contribute my comments.I first found it by being escorted by a tout, a young guy who had relatively good English skills, who intercepted me on Surawong street as I was walking to find Patpong. It was my first visit to the area alone, for the purpose of finding a MP. I was not new to Bangkok, but it was my first solo walking adventure here.It was a national holiday, August 12, and I remember it well. I was studying Thai, and when I learned that the school would be closed that Thursday, I asked the head teacher what she recommends I do, being all alone and no class to go to. She said, probably in jest, "A man, alone, go to PatPong. " So I did. But this was my first MP experience anywhere.The tout led me down an alley of beer-bars, but being the afternoon, and a long weekend for Thais, things were quiet. Takara has little "street presence" being just an elevator and stair case going up, with one or more welcome staff beckoning passers-by.Upstairs the girls hear the bell announcing a customer coming up, and they arrange themselves on the sofas for inspection. There's a bar, and I sat there and eyed the girls while trying to understand the menu. It was not overly expensive, even though I came with a tout, but the details on price are given below.I really was not turned on by the girls, as most were older, or worn, or plump, even fat, though some were attractive but sour-looking. I was just giving it up (shock on the face of the tout, but the mama is used to it), when the cutest thing I had ever seen came out of the room in the back. She was a cross between the high school sweetie I never had and a model straight from a photo shoot for a men's magazine, wearing a bright orange (Thursday's color) skin-tight dress cut to just below the magic center.She walked over to me (I think there were hand-signals from the mama instructing her) and I could not resist when she made incidental contact between her hip and my seated torso. I paid 2, 500 B, not knowing that 500 was going to the tout, and that I could have bargained lower (more on current price later). The tout then asked for a tip. It seemed reasonable, in my novice way of thinking, and I had stars in my eyes, so I gave him 100 B.I'm getting moved just recalling the experience, so indulge me a bit more. I was really lucky, in retrospect. Though I did not know the reason, this girl (Nam) had huge breasts for her very petite frame. She smiled sweetly and continually, and when she took off her dress, her shaved center sent shivers up my spine.At Takara they have a big bath in the room, and you can start there. Then the vinyl floor mat for a body slide or anything else you want. I let her lead in this hip-hop dance, except for the bath, where I wanted some close contact beneath the foamy bubbles.The only drawback was that she asked if I'd give a tip, just before letting me penetrate her. What are you going to say? I asked how much, and she said some customers give her 6, 000 B. She obviously knew I was a newbie. I knew just enough Thai to say "you really don't have to ask for a tip now. "She seemed to fake the little noises of ecstasy, but I was doing a genuine fk-doll, and loving every moment. I gave her 700 B to insure proper service next time.And there were many such times over the four years, including taking that girl to my hotel room once, and five or six others in the shop.But times have changed. I've gone back periodically to check, as recently as last month, and the cuties are never there, except for one I had two years ago, who had an accidental baby (broken condom, she said, unrevealed by the customer). Her name is Nutch (pronounced like Noot with the vowel sound of soot from a fire.) She still smiles and laughs playfully, though she gained some weight, but still attractive.Takara is suffering from the downturn in tourism. It has a local patronage of regulars, but also many occasional travellers. If you go there alone, and act like you know the scene, you'll get a price of 1, 000 B, all included, though the girls get only 375 and I myself can't leave without giving at least 500, and often 1000 as a tip. You might even bargain for 800 or 900, as they seem to be desparate for business, but I don't bother for that small amount.You can greet the mama by name: Gai, pronounced "guy" with a low-then-rising tone, during the day, and Cake at night, if their schedules are as before. Cake is shorter, kind of plump, but attractive face. Gai is a bit older and dour in facial expression. Oye, a dark and older lady, with a raspy voice from smoking too much, is their street rep, wandering here and their to grab patrons.But like I said, the working girls there are not as exciting as they were, but things change regularly, and I'll check again next time I have an opportunity to walk the soi's in PatPong.
