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[QUOTE=Scorchin; 1454259]Suffice to say. Recommend an MP, don't Recommend a girl.[/QUOTE]Well said. And I'm saying Mango is on top, for now. And I'm a big advocate of exploring new MPs and bars, but I haven't had the time in donkey's years to really hang out in Bangkok. Sad, eh? TTG
[QUOTE=TimTimGuy;1454387]And I'm saying Mango is on top, for now.[/QUOTE]Keep in mind, what might be "top","good","cheap","sexy" or what so ever for you, might be completely different for some one else. This is just your value judgement. Yes, YYMV always applies, but the less informations you post, the harder it is for some one else to make his own interpretation, his own value judgement out of your posts.
[QUOTE=Paul Kausch;1454271]If these other MPs got good reviews and were identified by name then they would get mobbed with customers and it would be difficult to book sessions.[/QUOTE]That I seriously doubt; ISG is not exactly the reading material of 99percent of visitors to BKK. If every reader on here descended on a new MP one evening next week I doubt
They would even notice any real increase in business.
ISG is a pretty insignificant player in the big wide world of BKK sex.
[QUOTE=Zauberfee;1454391]For me, but this is just me, the review from TTG is useless. If we all start posting like TTG e. G." I went to Hillary Bar 2, picked up a nice girl and had good sex", this forum will quickly get irrelevant. Again this is just my very personal point of view[/QUOTE]I suggest we start making up fictitious reviews of anonymous girls working at MPs that do not exist. And while we're at it let's mislead guys about the gogo bars, night clubs, freelancer hangouts and escorts.
[QUOTE=Paul Kausch;1454401]I suggest we start making up fictitious reviews of anonymous girls working at MPs that do not exist. And while we're at it let's mislead guys about the gogo bars, night clubs, freelancer hangouts and escorts.[/QUOTE]People read the forum for multiple reasons. For example, Kumbu's reports are a great read and I could care less if he's making up most of it. (Not saying you are, Kumbu!) If you don't like my reports, don't read 'them. TTG
For those who want just the bare bones details (read:illiterate) , here is the summary:
Kumbu not happy.
Kumbu go Mango.
Kumbu pay 2300B + 200B tip.
Kumbu do many sex things.
Kumbu happy.
Now for the rest of you, here is the only slightly more interesting version.
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I was not happy. Three and a half hours of sleep is all I got before my eyes opened, and I needed way more than that. But nonetheless, here I was, awake, at the goddawful hour of 8am. Phphphph.
I fell out of bed, showered and felt a little better. I had to work later that day, so I ironed my shirt and pants, put them on and started to resemble my regular self. Prim and proper, the fatigue and exertions of last night only vaguely visible. I trudged out of the hotel into the blazing sun, cursing softly beneath my breath.
As I walked down soi 11 towards Suk, I realized I had not had breakfast. A good omelette would really do wonders right now, with lots and lots of strong coffee of course. So I popped into the Australian Bar and ordered a nice veggie omelette. As I sat there, I began typing my previous report, now posted. I also decided to send the girl from last night a text. I said something like 'thanks for a great time last night. See you soon." I thought that was a nice gesture.
The omelette took forever to get there, I mean, maybe 20 minutes. It did not endear me to the Australian. I guess it was an odd time, perhaps 9:30am, but still. 20 minutes for an omelette? This does not please grumpy Kumbu. When it arrived, it was decent, so there's that. The bill came to just under 200B, which is a little pricey, but there you go.
So I left and made my way down towards Suk. As I walked, I realized just how fucking hot it is here. It was half past ten in the morning and it was already one hundred and ball-sweat degrees. So I made haste to get into the Skytrain, and I high tailed it to Central World. I had received a reprieve from work this morning, and so I figured I'd do my shopping for the people back home. I enjoy Central World, godless commercialism that it is (don't judge me for this: I like watching the natives hunt) , and had not been back since the masses had sacked and burned it four years ago, so I wanted to see what they had done with the place. To my surprise, they have not changed fuck all. I expected they would have taken that opportunity to rebuild, rethink and reinvent themselves. But no, it seems to have been rebuilt exactly as it was, with all the same stores in the same places. The only exception was the one reason I was there: the Arsenal Flagship store is no longer there. Fuck, I guess Ivan Gazidis doesn't see the commercial value of it here. Too bad, I was ready to drop a pretty load on Gunner gear. Spurs, United and Chelski fans, please reserve your sarcasm for someone in a better mood.
At around noon, I got a text from the girl from the previous night. Interesting. She said something like why did I only pay her 2000B when she had told me her fee for ST was 3000B. Huh? She had told me her fee for LT was 4000B, and I deduced through simple arithmetic that ST would be 2000B. No mention had been made of 3000B. But apparently she was pissed off, and was surprised in the taxi home last night as she discovered that I had only given her 2000B. Now if this is true, then prices really have gone up, so I was none too happy. This basically means Claim 2 (BKK having deteriorated) has gained some credence (though not proven as yet).
I asked her what she wants me to do. Pay her more than I thought it should be? She asked if I was coming to Climax that night so we could talk about it. I said yes, because I am supposed to go with her leggy friend, but if the price is 3000B for her too, then I don't think I will be doing that. She told me to come to Climax anyway, and we'll work it out. Oh goody, that sounds like so much fun: let's all dress up like princesses and we can cuddle afterwards. Grumpy Kumbu did not need this.
Anyway, I dropped by Starbucks and tanked up on my gazillion-shot Americano. Cute Ploy behind the counter didn't understand when I asked for the gazillion extra shots, so I had to explain it to her. She eventually got me my penta-shot Americano. Minutes later I was finally seeing straight, and right on cue, little Kumbu began asking questions. I told him to pipe down, it was not even eight hours ago that he was blowing his load into a gorgeous Thai delicacy, and here he is like my cousin Pedro, coming into my home unasked and drinking my beer and eating my chips, and then leaving crumbs all over the couch and an oil-stained door handle on the way out. You know little Kumbu, I love you man, but you need to learn some fucking manners.
But little Kumbu Would. Not. Shut. Up. He just kept at it and I was unable to concentrate on anything. So finally I relented and jumped on the Skytrain, Phrom Phong station my destination, and the lovely ladies of Soi 24. As I rode the Skytrain, every time I saw a pair of Thai legs, or a tight skirt around a bulging ass, little Kumbu asked "Are we there yet?"
So I've never been to Mango, and I felt an obligation to Kuratla to visit Mango. His report on Mango seemed to get him in some serious hot water, and I did not want that report to be in vain. So this report is dedicated to Kuratla, a fellow monger dealing with the stresses of having to explain to his wife why he likes to fuck strangers in distant lands. Good luck with that, Kuratla.
As an aside, and a tip to first time visitors to soi 24, when getting off the Skytrain, don't follow the signs to Soi 24 because they lead to an exit for which there is only an up-escalator. That was the case when I was there (around 1pm) , and it may be a down escalator at other times, but it is not worth the hassle. You have to go down the stairs on the other side, which puts you on the wrong side of Suk, and the only way across (other jay walking a fiendishly busy intersection) is to go back, climb the BTS stairs on the other side of the pay booths for the Skytrain, cross over and exit that way. So when you get off the skytrain, head towards the Emporium, and either exit down the staircase next to the entrance to the Emporium, or go into the Emporium and go down to the ground floor and exit out that way.
Mango itself is easy to find. You should cross soi 24 to the far side (opposite the Emporium) and look to your left. Clearly visible down a small subsoi, with a yellow sign. As a landmark, at the corner of soi 24 and that subsoi is a Korean restaurant called The Bibimbap. The subsoi is also exactly opposite the ground-floor entrance to the Emporium.
So I walked in, and on your left is a steep staircase, with a small reception desk on your right. The lady looks at you, figuring you out, and in the back there is an L-shaped couch with ladies sitting there. At that time there must have been 10 ladies of different shapes and sizes. I couldn't really figure out what to do. There was too much to look at all of a sudden, and so shy Kumbu looked away to avert the direct eye contact. I looked at the receptionist instead, buying time, and told her I wanted a massage. She pulled out her calculator and rattled stuff off in Thai, showing me the prices in Thai. I knew the drill though. Basically, it was 1500 for the lady and 400 for one hour. 800 for two hours. I picked the two hour option, although I was pretty sure I would be out in under an hour. I just didn't want to be rushed in case I found something pleasant.
I turned to the lineup, as they all stood. There was a plethora of women of different sizes and shapes. I looked for less than 10 seconds before the mama san picked a girl for me. Huh? Wait, what? Somewhat sheepishly, a girl stepped forward, and I looked her over. Actually, she was pretty good looking, so I did not complain. Now I originally wrote this report with the girls name included, but I have now deleted that in light of TTG's comment. Before you get all pissy with me and / or TTG, let me explain. The girl is listed on their website as an A+er (see below for note on pictures) , but I did not know that at the time. But my point is this: I went in, and she was selected for me. This is not what I expected, nor what has been reported by others, but nonetheless, it was the luck of the draw. And my report, as you shall see, is about some stellar service I received from this random individual. So I would say that even without knowing the girl's name, you have a pretty good shot at scoring a super lay no matter who you go with. This is pure conjecture, but somewhat educated conjecture. And if I am correct, then this says something about the management of the establishment, and the likelihood that you too will receive similar service (with the ubiquitous caveat of YMMV).
The girl has also been reported on by others on this forum, so she is a known quantity to people here. And who knows, perhaps some of you Mango officianados will recognize her from my descriptions.
Afterwards, I looked her up on the Mango website, and the girl in those pictures is definitely her, but wow are those pictures off. I mean, she seems really frumpy and stuffy in those pictures. They do her no good whatsoever. Her face is a little wider than the pictures suggest, and her smile is far prettier than what you see in the pictures. Her body, on first inspection, was solid. I mean, she must have been 5'2", with largish breasts, and a reasonable ass, and strong legs. I like strong legs, and solidity, so no complaints. She led me up the stairs, and around the landing to another set of steep stairs, where she warned me not to bump me head on a low-hanging mooring, up and around, and up another set of stairs. At which point she joked about how great exercise this is, yeah, haha, and around and up one final set of steps. She again joked that this was so high up, it will be quiet and no one will bother us. Ok, nice, thanks for the humor, it does help.
After futzing around with the A / C for forever, we finally got down to the shower. I got in, and she soon followed. Mph, when I saw her naked for the first time, I instinctively put my hands to my face, Home Alone style, before I realized how fucking stupid and gay that is. But she had a super shape to her body, I mean, hmm, how to describe it. There was a certain sense of balance and symmetry to her. Even though she is not a model-type, she has a sexuality that is undeniable. Her breasts were a solid B cup, although they are a little soft (she's a reported 30 years old, and she looks something in that region, maybe a few years younger). Her shoulders are broad, but slim, so not masculine in any way. Her waist was very slim, and her belly was flat (just a tad of looseness). Her ass was large and substantial, which is important. Her legs were very shapely. Nice and curvy, but firm and taught. As I say, there was symmetry about her body which was very pleasing. Also, her body kind of popped, I mean, when I looked at her, things just popped: that's the only way I can describe it. I mean, it was like POP! BANG! BOOM! Ouch. You know, large breasts, big ass, strong legs: POP!
The shower was perfunctory, not sensual in any way, but rather business like. I think that was down to me being a cold sonofabitch. I mean, I was grumpy, and was in no mood to woo her, and she sensed this. So she was careful but tender, but not overly aggressive with the PSE stuff. That was perfect for me at the time. I suspect she would change this depending on the vibe you give off, so don't take this as a complaint about her. As always, YMMV.
Shower over, we lay out on the bed. She looks at my fully erect, dribbling little Kumbu and asks if I want a massage or something else first. Wasting no time, I sit right up, gently maneauver her down onto her back and start to kiss her neck. She reaches down, touches my chin with her fingers, and gently guides me upwards to her lips, where she offers DFK. I'm not one for that, so I give her some soft kisses on the lips, and then go back to what I was doing before: exploring her body with my lips and tongue.
The first thing to note is her skin. Softer skin you shall not find in this fair city, I tell you. I just could not believe how soft and silky it was. I mean, I ran my fingers across her thighs and belly and it just was so superb, I could not stop. She giggled, and encouraged me to move on to more substantive activities, but I could not stop. It was just such a pleasurable sensation, running my hands over soft, supple skin. I did this for a full five minutes (think about how long that is, caressing a woman's thighs, butt, belly, back, calves, arms and neck). I ran my fingers slowly, purposefully, over every crevice and crack in her body, touching everything, leaving no nook unexplored, and making sure I left my scent everywhere. I even rubbed my fingers between her toes, at which she slapped her hand to her forehead in perplexity.
During this wondrous event, I discovered some things about her. Her legs were fabulous. They are a little short, but very well shaped. The only negative about them is that there are slight stretch marks around the inside of the calves. But in the dimmed light of that room, this is not very easily discerned, unless you have a seasoned eye for exactly those kinds of details. Second, her butthole was immaculate (notice the order in which I describe things? Legs, butthole, nothing else). It was symmetrical, round, and utterly inviting. It was the kind of asshole one might wish to start a Facebook page about. Okee, this was looking like a possible mission accomplished situation, but I had to do it before I would know for sure.
But before I could start on the mission, my will power suddenly snapped in two, and I showed my true self.
I am a peculiar person, of that we can all agree. One way that I am peculiar is that I am a little obsessive about hygiene and sanitation. I am the kind of person who uses hand sanitizer, and I shower meticulously many times per day, and I dislike DFK for both hygienic and personal reasons, and until a few years ago, I would never, ever do DATY on a WG for fear of whose dick (and associated liquids) had been there not minutes earlier. My aversion to DATY was smashed to smithereens one warm summer night in Berlin when a beauty of a WG at Kamilla La Dee's forcibly sat on my face and force-fed me her warm insides. It was the most repulsive and enthralling experience imaginable, and since then I partake in the feast at the Y with great joy and abandonment, but still with a little bit of trepidation in the back of my mind.
But here is where I am peculiar: I have absolutely no aversion to sticking my tongue, mouth and face into a rectum. I know! Isn't that weird? Why would DATY be repulsive but ass-rimming is just icecream on a hot summer day? (hold the chocolate chips please, ooooooh!) I will willingly and without hesitation stick my tongue into an ass, but I hesitate doing so with a pussy, and furthermore, I will not, under any circumstances, insert fingers into an ass. That's just nasty. There's no logic to it, I'm afraid.
So back to the report. I was intending to execute my mission, but there she was, lying pliant on her front, ass slightly raised, butt cheeks flared ever so slightly, and I caught sight of the dark circles of her asshole. Without thinking, I put the inside of my hands deep into her butt crack and opened her ass like you do to curtains. I spread the ass, and in one fluid motion, I plunged right into the ass. I remembered a line from some crappy movie, where Hank Azaria says to Ben Stiller 'are you for scuba? ' Well, I was for scuba that afternoon, I can tell you.
I did not do any pointed tonguing this time. Instead, I used the flat, central part of my tongue and gave the whole asshole a large, comprehensive swabbing with my tongue, like you do to an icecream cone.
Let's all pause for a moment and think about how nasty that is.
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Ok.
I cleaned that sucker out good and proper, and then flitted around the edges for a while. I worked the taint really carefully, being sure to taste both sides of that great Bosphorus. I nuzzled my nose into her asshole too, taking in huge quantities of air to inhale the scent and warmth. I sucked, licked, breathed, and massaged that asshole for a good 10 minutes until I was one with the asshole, we melded, I BECAME the asshole.
Then, just as suddenly as I had started this mad ass worshiping, the fever broke and I pulled my face from the depths of her rump. I looked up at her and she smiled back down to me. I asked if she was ok, and she nodded. Ok, good. Her behavior through all of this could not have been better. No fake moans, but responsive and positive.
I mean, one thing I hate more than anything is fake moans. Why do that? One time while in Hawaii for work (yeah, just like I'm in Thailand ostensibly for work) , I picked up a WG in Honolulu. I picked her up from downtown, and then we drove to some shithole in Waikiki where she conducts her business. It was such a shithole, I mean, it was a studio apartment that must have been 200 square feet in total. Anyway, as soon as I mounted her, she started moaning really loud, almost screaming in fake pleasure, and within 10 seconds she was screaming 'ooooh, can you come for me honey? Ohhh, come for me, honey! Ohhh, yes, please, come for me! ' I pounded her for ten minutes, and the fake moaning eventually stopped and it turned to 'Hey, you done? Hey, let's get out of here. Hey, you back there, we're done here, ok? ' So anytime the fake moans start I get pissed off.
But not this girl, she was very responsive and genuine. She recognized immediately that my thing was body worship, and so she did as much as she could to get out of the way and let me enjoy her body. She provided herself for me, presenting what she thought I would enjoy, and did not pressure me to move on or stop in any way. So she gets full marks on that count.
Now it was time for the mission, and I started down on the left achilles and worked my way upwards. Her legs were just so delicious, I ate and licked and massaged and caressed for perhaps another ten minutes. I mean, ten minutes just on that left leg, I can't begin to tell you how indulgent she was and how decadent I felt. It was pure self satisfaction, an utterly selfish act of pure hedonism, and I loved every minute of it.
I moved up to the upper part of her leg, and as I did that, she ever so gently lifted her calf, which was between my legs. So as I kissed the back of her thigh and lower ass cheek, her calf began to gently rub little Kumbu. Oh good lord, little Kumbu absolutely devoured that. The feeling of her soft, silky calf skin rubbing against the underside of little Kumbu was like rubbing adrenaline right into my dick. I mean, it tingled and crackled like little I have encountered before. I think part of the supreme pleasure was that I was all worked up sexually from the 20 minutes of ass and leg worship I had just been engaged in, and when such expert contact is made with the little guy, well, he just lets you know he is happy.
So before I even got to her ass, I was distracted by this new development, and so without even consulting mission control, I aborted the mission. I pulled back and grabbed little Kumbu with my right hand. With my left hand, I squeezed and caressed her left leg, slowly moving from the lower calf upwards. With my right hand, clutching little Kumbu, I pushed little Kumbu into her legs exactly mirroring the path that my left hand was taking. I'm not sure you are getting the visual, but basically I was both groping her legs (left hand) and rubbing my dick all over her legs (right hand) at the same time. I have to say, in all my years of legs and ass worship, this has never occurred to me. I guess I need to work on my creativity. This was a joyous activity, a revelation, and one that I did not want to stop, but it was getting me so fucking close to cumming that I just had to pull back. Don't worry little Kumbu, you shall enjoy this treat in the very near future. So I decided that move will henceforth be referred to as The Kumbu (TM). Gentlemen, you are free to use The Kumbu, but I would appreciate it if you reference this post, and respect my trademark of that move.
This all stopped after 4-5 minutes, and there she was, again ass slightly in the air, presenting me with all her goods. And so I went back in for more ass rimming. Yeah, again. I won't bore you with the details, but it was again very delicious, and this lasted five minutes or so. I eventually lagged in my fluency of motion, and she sensed this, and slowly turned over and said 'Tilak, you want to fuck me in the ass? '
Aw come ON! Are you kidding me? How can any sane man say no to that? So she dons the cap, spurts a blob of gel on to little Kumbu's head, and gets onto all fours. She lies prostrate, asshole pointing directly upwards. I had to lift myself to get a good angle at penetration, which was actually slightly downwards into her ass. Truth be told, I was probably already in the early stages of orgasm before little Kumbu even touched her ass, but I could not help myself. I slowly pushed little Kumbu into her ass, and heck, it was tough. She took me in, and little Kumbu was packed in there tighter than a Tokyo subway at rush hour. Many girls refuse anal because little Kumbu is, well, not particularly little. I'm not huge, but I am long, and girls tend to get scared. But she did not even hesitate. She took me in half way, and it was tight as hell, and I did not want to go any deeper. I just wanted to sit there and look at my dick half way into this woman's asshole, but she was not happy with that. So she wiggled and wriggled until my dick was fully inside her, totally utterly deeply embedded within this woman's rectum. I somehow felt like I was deeper within her than if I had been as deep inside her pussy. Not sure why, but it just felt like I was in her core, I was impaling her in a very profound way. But she took it all, and then she started rocking gently back and forth to get me to pump. But it was so tight I could not get any movement on little Kumbu: he was literally jammed in there. But her sphincter had such a stranglehold on little Kumbu's base that the rocking motion was all it took.
I blew my load quietly, with no fan fare or grunting or anything, because I did not want her to stop. So I came, and then I continued to rock and grab her ass cheeks while watching little Kumbu stuck inside her delectable asshole. Now that's a sight I will not forget.
The clean up operation began, we showered (during which she took care to wash the filth from my mouth and face) , went downstairs, and off I went. I gave her 200B tip for her additional efforts, and I don't want to hear any shit from any of you about that. So the total outlay was 1500+800+200=2500. Given the experience I had, this was absolutely worth every baht, and then some.
I left the place a happy, much less grumpy individual. I trotted across the street and into the Emporium, went to the sixth floor and had myself some delicious Piri Piri chicken with french fries, and then back to the hotel where I fell asleep. I did not awake until 10pm, and it was then that I realized that I had been due at work at 3:30pm earlier that afternoon. Umm.
My next post is about how the leggy friend to the pretty one from last night stood me up, so I got a second shot at the pretty one. The money situation with her resolves in an interesting way. And the sex this time it was better.
Annies is good, not because of the (poor) ambience but because of the WGs.
I suggested that members might like a broader view other than the usual suspects. Anything wrong with that?
[QUOTE=Scorchin; 1454400]That I seriously doubt; ISG is not exactly the reading material of 99percent of visitors to BKK. If every reader on here descended on a new MP one evening next week I doubt
They would even notice any real increase in business.
ISG is a pretty insignificant player in the big wide world of BKK sex.[/QUOTE]Depends.
One girl long ago at Angels was highly recommended. I even tried her. Liked her so much I kept repeating. Handjobs were out of this world.
I recall her getting a ton of customers based on internet reputation. Wasn't the prettiest of girls but did give a good oily and finish, price very fair too. Great Value.
Good performers are so few that I do think individual recommendation will flood a girl with new business.
[QUOTE=TimTimGuy;1454387]Well said. And I'm saying Mango is on top, for now. And I'm a big advocate of exploring new MPs and bars, but I haven't had the time in donkey's years to really hang out in Bangkok. Sad, eh? TTG[/QUOTE]Gosh. Performance and style of the girls varies tremendously. They are not all clones.
Personally, I do not give the slightest shit about MPs, I am nearly always going to see a particular girl. Without the girl, the place becomes meaningless. Pink Massage is absolutely nothing without Gaew (away long time now). When I go to Annies it is with a girl already booked.
Okay there are some places with a great selection of multiple girls, but very few indeed. When I go to a place without any girls in mind, it is just a huge gamble to see what will be there based on liking a few pics on internet maybe, and more than likely leave empty handed, or else select a girl and get it wrong often enough. Bars are a bit different because you have the possibility to evaluate multiple girls for a long time before choosing, or just go next door.
So okay some guys are shop oriented, but for others it is only very specific girls that count for anything, and the shop itself matters very little. Reviews not mentioning specific girls are therefore relatively uninteresting to me (and obviously to some others).
When someone goes to an MP without any particular girl in mind, that to me implies that he will be happy with any one of a number of girls. I don't have any MPs where I could say that right now. One maybe comes close, but have still left empty handed, on occasions.
Kumbu. I was sorry to see you were influenced by a few current posters and decided to remove the name of your Mango girl from your report. This is a very negative trend on this forum. In the good old days BM's openly shared info in the name of comradeship and that is what made the ISG great. I don't know why certain posters are getting possessive about their sex providers. They are not your girlfriends. This is BKK. There are tons of girls available. If a particular girl gets real popular I doubt it will be because of a post or two here. Word will get out about a beautiful girl or an over the top sex performer. There is no stopping it. Besides I don't think it matters much. Even knowing the name of your girl and the good time she showed you, I might not find her attractive and there is a good chance I would pick someone else anyway. So I think leaving off the name of the parlor or the girl lowers the quality and authenticity of the post. I am not saying your particular post is not real, but I am saying that it did not impart any useful information to me. Your descriptions of your sexual acts are colorful, but that is not why I read trip reports. I read them to gain some relevant information that might come in handy someday. I do not read posts like yours to get a hard on. I am glad you had a good time at Mango. Personally I don't go for fudge licking, that is the girl's job, but I admit I have seen some very pretty assholes in BKK and I have been tempted on several occasions. But we already know that Mango has girls on the A+ side and the service is generally great so I ask you what the news worthy content of your post is? I am sorry to say, not much IMHO.
Secondly, about your experience in the lobby at Mango, the girl presented to you was a suggestion only. I think the receptionist noted your reticence to choose a girl and decided to help you out. There is nothing wrong with that, but you could have made your own choice even after a girl was suggested to you and nobody would have given it a second thought. Again I am glad you had a good time. Just that your report would have been so much better if you had mentioned the name of your girl. Then I would have gone to the website and seen what you were posting about. Yeah, I know the girl's photos are heavily photo shopped. I would have taken that into account.
P. S. In the interest of fairness and truthfulness, I admit that I too don't report everything. I have a long time special Go Go friend in Baccara and I will be damned before I post a picture of her or mention her real name. But then this is an emotional connection for me plus I know she would not want me to post her pictures on the internet and I respect that. In the case of Mango girls, however, their names and pictures are already on the internet so it is not the same thing. I have always posted the names of my massage providers and will continue to do it as long as I see the majority of BM's are doing the same thing. But if this current trend continues then I will be more reluctant to share as well. And in the long run we will all lose if nobody is posting real information.
Sunday morning coffee rant over.
NB
[QUOTE=Natty Bumpo;1454522]Kumbu. I was sorry to see you were influenced by a few current posters and decided to remove the name of your Mango girl from your report. This is a very negative trend on this forum.NB[/QUOTE]I have always posted names. In fact, got two pm requests after my recent visit to BKK to 'rank' the three Cherry girls I encountered.
But YMMV and there is absolutely nothing wrong is sharing an experience but keeping the name private. And there are many many lurkers on ISG that never share anything.....IMHO
[QUOTE=TimTimGuy;1454404]People read the forum for multiple reasons. For example, Kumbu's reports are a great read and I could care less if he's making up most of it. (Not saying you are, Kumbu!) If you don't like my reports, don't read 'them. TTG[/QUOTE]What in the world do Kumbu's reports have to do with my post? I thought his recent lengthy report was great.
I read all the reports. I particularly enjoy the ones written by the juveniles with itty bitty brains. They give me an opportunity to writer sarcastic posts.
I think the idea of trying to keep a favorite MP girl's identity secret is completely wrong-headed. This is a sex forum. We're supposed to pass useful information on to other readers; and, as others have pointed out we make up a small percentage of Bangkok's mongers. Keeping your favorite lady's name secret will mean this month she will perform fellatio 100 times on 70 differ guys rather 95 times on 65 different guys.
Popularity doesn't spoil a lady's performance; however, the dumb brutes who get rough and abusive sure discourage her.
If you have a favorite and she's busy, book her in advance. You know, like you do with popular restaurants. Duh!
[QUOTE=Paul Kausch; 1454577]What in the world do Kumbu's reports have to do with my post? I thought his recent lengthy report was great.
I read all the reports. I particularly enjoy the ones written by the juveniles with itty bitty brains. They give me an opportunity to writer sarcastic posts.
I think the idea of trying to keep a favorite MP girl's identity secret is completely wrong-headed. This is a sex forum. We're supposed to pass useful information on to other readers; and, as others have pointed out we make up a small percentage of Bangkok's mongers. Keeping your favorite lady's name secret will mean this month she will perform fellatio 100 times on 70 differ guys rather 95 times on 65 different guys.
Popularity doesn't spoil a lady's performance; however, the dumb brutes who get rough and abusive sure discourage her.
If you have a favorite and she's busy, book her in advance. You know, like you do with popular restaurants. Duh![/QUOTE]Agreed 100 percent. We are here to share reports good and bad. If you are not going to share the gal's identity, don't share the story, because then it is all about your ego, and frankly, well, I am not really interested in that. I am interested in who the are and how they perform, so I will know whether to partake or not. These are working girls, not girlfriends.
[QUOTE=Goatscrot;1454590]Agreed 100 percent. We are here to share reports good and bad. If you are not going to share the gal's identity, don't share the story, because then it is all about your ego, and frankly, well, I am not really interested in that. I am interested in who the are and how they perform, so I will know whether to partake or not. These are working girls, not girlfriends.[/QUOTE]Why the ourage over kumbus reports. Its about him not the girls. Its all him. No offense but his reports can't possibly taken seriously.
He enjoys writing. Can't you guys tell.
Footnote about annoying staff. This just happened to me at BIG B. A waitress wouldn't let me sit where I wanted. She told me to sit 2 seats over. Why? She wanted to sit on the seat I wanted.
[QUOTE=Goatscrot;1454590]If you are not going to share the gal's identity, don't share the story, because then it is all about your ego .[/QUOTE]You hit the nail on the head. It's childish bragging like adolescent boys do in middle school.
I'm planning an upcoming trip to Bangkok before year's end. I'll be there for a couple of weeks, about 40% business and 60% pleasure. I'm booking three popular ladies in advance; I'm going to visit some familiar places; I'm going to find at least one place I have read nothing about on ISG; and I'm going to report on all my escapades, with names, locations and descriptions.
That's the point of ISG.
I hope I uncover at least one undiscovered honey and as a result of my post she gets really popular and fucks 6 guys a day for the next three months. Then on my spring trip I'll tell her that her popularity is entirely do to me and I expect her to go the extra mile to show her appreciation. HaHa!