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6 Days 5 nights during Rainy August in Words Part 1
i had a trip to london coming up in july, was real excited. did all my planning but then it was cancelled. where else can i go at short notice to make use of these 5 days of eid holidays. this was not like me, booking a ticket 2 weeks ahead. checked my airmiles balance and it was showing a handsome figure, converted them into vouchers and walked in with full confidence to the travel agent. he asks me have you tried etihad, they are the lowest i can get you, will be 700 dollars, i remind him i am going to bangkok, not jfk. no my friend, this is the cheapest you can get. ok brother, book it, gave him 600 in vouchers and 100 in cash. the trip is on, spent the next few weeks working out how to bring some economy to this trip. decided to go back to jasmine, in soi bj. booked superior for 900 baht a night and transfer with bell. my colleagues at workhave noticed this new vigor and excitement, god bless they are not aware what the true purpose of my visit is.
14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9,8, 7,6, 5,4, 3,2, 1.
you know how difficult it is, you have felt the same, this constant clock which ticks in your brain.
day 0.
finally the day arrives and i am transferred by bus to abu dhabi. my first time at the airport, flash my card and get into the lounge, super buffet they have got on there. tank full, now for the flight. ignore the duty free completely, the indian ladies are trying watches, the falangs filling suitcases with cigarettes, same sights. different airport. suddenly i get this urge for a cigarette, and am directed to the food court, while being reminded that the boarding gates close 30 min. bla bla. get there, and its quite nicely done, more like a lounge.
rush back to reach the waiting area for the flight, and man it is packed, no chance for an upgrade, this is not my territory, have been lucky with emirates or gulf air. a few steps before boarding i get a peep into the cockpit, a fit blonde and a baldy (no offence) are going to fly this bird. finally, make it into the flight. have a window, with 2 blokes from stuttgart marking out their lonely planets. the plane is a bloody sauna, thats why boarding late is always a great idea. a good 40 minutes later, we are in the air, things are cooling down. i have a few bits of the otherwise inedible on-board meal and dream off. the germans are busy watching a movie on their ipads. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
day 1.
my dream at 35, 000 feet (how do i know, wait its coming) is interrupted by the usual chime of the weather forecast, altitude and temperature by the captain. i think this is the airline equivalent of mama's wake up for school. i reluctantly open one eye to scan the environment. german 1 has notoriously laid his head to rest on my shoulder, cho chweeet. i wriggle forward, acting to open the tray, waking him up. a few seconds have only passed that these blinding cabin lights coming on all at one. i hastily get out of my seat to avoid the boxing day sale queue at the toilets. i freshen up and get out of the bog in around 4 minutes flat, and receive these cold stares from the 8 odd guys lined up for release. anyways, back to my seat and my german row mates are back to their lonely planets, they ask me about my trip and how many times i have come to thailand. i reply thrice, so they pass me their lp and ask me some details on the text of khao san road. i politely reply, i have never been there to their utter disbelief. luckily the breakfast trolley arrives which saves me from any further questions. as i swallow the orange juice, i open the window to have a peep. i fail to see the ground, its all clouds and milky white to the horizon. finish the breakfast and fill the landing card. a few minutes later we are on the ground.
as i reach the airway bridge, there are these sweet promo staff giving out happy tourist sim cards, what a wonderful thought. i ask them if they have one for the iphone, and they reply i could pick one from the arrival hall by showing them the same. what a good start, saved me 140 baht already. rush to the gate on the ground floor and present my bell travel print out, am given a sticker and led to the waiting area where some local staff are having coffee and eats. also notice a big contingent of indian families, with strollers, kids and even grandparents enroute to pattaya. myyyyyy godddd! i am scared to death if one of them asked me any more questions, so i quickly head back to level 1 to get my iphone sim. i do a quick end to end terminal walk to check out the crowd. see a big group of sweeties holding brazilian passports, wouldn't it be fun to join up with them to some deserted island. end of dream sequence, its 9:40 am, i stop admiring their bunda perfection and head back to board the bus.
i am the last to board the bus, finishing my cigarette glancing around for any cops. the area says no-smoking, but its lined with cigarette butts. as per my calculations, i am heading to a last row seat on the big bus. now, luckily for me this bus is overbooked so another small white van also run by bell parks up behind. the bell guy, says to me: you go there! a few smiles and a 20 baht to the driver. he asks me join him in the front of the van to me delight. now we can head off, headphones out, ministry of sound chillout on, we are off! finally at around 12:30, i am deposited at soi bj. walking street at daytime is another site, baccara has its beer being delivered and the massage touts are aimlessly dozing in stools and along the kerb. i make my wee walk and check-in. am promised a 3rd floor room, let us see if the economics pays off. this one is spacious, and past a few building i can see the sea. i decide to do a quick shower and do a quick our of town. exchange my money, have lunch at cf food court which is always clean and edible.
its 3 pm and i take a beach road walk. the clouds and sun are playing hide and seek which in turn is giving me a bloody sweat. get onto the next baht bus and collapse in my bed. a few minutes later, am reminded by junior below of a pressing urge. quickly make an in call booking for 5 pm with dd and leave the phone on vibrate. trshhhhhhhh trshshh, the phone vibrates my pillow, your choice is not available, but miss x, you e, i are available. boorishly reply to a one of them and pass out. an hour and forty six minutes later another set of knocks resonate in my head. i dismiss the first set, which are followed by another. shit. my take away has arrived. i quickly glance at my watch its only 4:50 pm, she is before time, airlines take a bow to the dd planners for on time performance. examine the state of the room and tidy up the bed. rush towards the door and welcome miss p inside. these first few moments are very precious and awkward, both of us observing each other for the first time. she places her bag on the dresser and passes me a pristine white envelope with a whiter paper with my invoice and details, great job dd. i make a mental note to destroy all this incriminating evidence after she leaves, lest it sneaks back all the way home. i pass her the cash and she places it back in her bag.
she moves to the bed and lays out her toolkit: cd's, ky, dildo's, mouthwash, shampoo etc. she ushers me to the shower, and starts undressing with me following suit. during the brief walk i admire her fitness, sweet face, thick thighs and completely trimmed honey pot. shower completed, i ask her to clean my ass thoroughly as i wanted some deep action today. out of the shower, she asks me what do you want, i just drop the towel and ask her to blow me. she drops down to her knees and gives me a proper dyson suck. she does a great job of that, a true master, aren't they all at dd. i lose track of time, this is so good, i ask her to take a break and get on to the bed. ask her to rim from with me being a doggie for a change. she offers a dildo with a condom in me, which i politely decline. back to the bj, i am about to explode. i keep changing positions to prolong this session. now i am standing on the bed, and finish with a big smile, designing a nice face painting with my love juice. due to the overdose, she rushes to the toilet for a proper scrub. i light up and switch on the tv and leave it on at low volume for the next round, the bed is near the door and i don't want to entertain the passersby and neighbors.
she is back with a smile and sits up on the bed, i ask her to lie down next to me. time for some pillow talk. i tell her i really admire her particular job, as it personally takes a lot of courage to go to a strangers room who you haven't even seen. we share some stories, go go girls, pattaya in general, etc. as you are very well aware, dd is a wysiwyg outfit, so i will skip the rest of the action. she did whatever i asked, sometimes looked a bit tired and unenthusiastic but i understood her well. so never rushed her, and took good breaks in between the sessions and made sure she went back smiling with a small tip for her purse.
i kill the next 5 minutes checking the damage to the bed, two towels are ridden with spit and love juice, so i trash them and head to balcony. there is a thunder storm building, in the distance i can see a ship glittering in a distance. i rush to my bag to get the camera out, the first picture baby lumix takes is a collection of dots, my eyes don't believe the camera and shoot again and still get these funny dots, aaah it's on manual. another click, much better, what could this be, loos so commercial, must be some floating restaurant in p bay.
i leave the door open and switch the air con off. a quick shower and now it's coming down and heavy, all my fatigue moves deeper inside my body at the sight of rain. it has been almost 6 months since i saw one, so i am glued to the scene like a school boy. my left hand realises it is missing something, yes it's the coffee. i rush to the reception with my coffee cup to get hot water. believe it or not there is a cooker, stove and utensils but no kettle at jasmine. i smile at the receptionist mentioning i am only borrowing water, and have my own coffee. back in my '1 more step or you are history balcony', parts of the curtain are getting wet, i push them aside with a stool against the wall and light up another davidoff. people are running at the bottom of the soi, ws has people lined up against the gg's for shelter.
coffee is done, body craves for a repeat but the trek down seems distant. lay back on the bed and flick on the tv, condo ads, plots for sale, what is this channel, off. close my eyes and swap to a cooler pillow, zzzzzzzz. wake up at around 9, check my appearance and am out the door. ws has not changed a bit, same old same old. get to the mc d on beach road, really wanted get some pork into my system. they call it the samurai burger, great job mc d marketing.
squeeze into a table, lots of young couples and tourists make up the floor, take my first bite and realise did i forget my ketchup or they didn't serve me. no i didn't, they just don't gift you the 2 packets as default like in the middle east. i am relieved i just have to walk across and fill them up from the squeeze me bottle, what a relief after paying 50 cents in amsterdam for every sachet a few months back and a euro to use the toilet, what a rip off. walk off with half of my upsized pepsi still in hand back to the strip, my mind doing quick calculations which place should i hit first.
enter walking street, it has filled up in the past hour. i don't want to spoil my first night by a push back at baccara or fahrenheit, it happens sometimes, and my color does not help either. so i decide on heaven above at soi diamond. as soon as i make my turn into sd, i see these two chaps with small plackards for cheap draft coaxing me inside.
i try to brush them, but big daddy with the pony tail near the entrance calls me towards him. he opens the curtain to show me a glimpse inside, i can't see shit, and what i see inside is not that great. the only think notable is a something in a two piece with braces with and gorgeous dimples next to the door. i give her a big smile and she gives me the folded hands and says you go innnnnnn.
55 baht sounds fine and it was early, only 10pm, will save me the from the terminal sin of barfining early. so i head right in and find me a seat with a good vantage point. part of the seating is blocked by these floor columns so i move to the right hand side of the bar next some japs with heir cuddlies. the draft is served, and its finished in two gulps, man these glasses are small. as a rule, i never order myself unless reminded by the staff, after all we have to support their employment. the second round arrives and i ask the service girl to send miss braces.
she speaks well for her self, and we make small talk. get her a drink while some girls are busy pouring soap on themselves. the soap is dry on and they come over asking for tips, i give me 20 each and get back to miss braces. she says, maaii turn to daance nuw. nothing i can do about that and god bless, saved me the lady drink. she takes stage and another older mama with a great fit body who was eyeing me earlier starts idling near my table. i chose to ignore her and enjoy my second drink while fantasizing about miss braces. its 11 pm and this dance round isgoing on and on. considering the close distance i decide to move on to ha blowing a kiss to miss b.
heaven above, lots of rain below. ha is buzzing with activity, lots of punters everywhere. spot this super-hot-dusky thing in a classy dress on the way in, make a mental note for later. the service girls get me a stool on the left side near the bar. the spot is good and bad in the same way, people are walking past and so are the ladies. get my usual vodka and juice and try to make eye contact. unfortunately 80% of the lineup is facing the other side where a big gang is seated. i finish my drink in a hurry and make a plan to get back post at around 1 am.
come outside and see its raining, start walking and take shelter at the carousel. decide to get back to the room and rest for a while as ws is unwalkable and lazily doze off. no sweat, the dd girl had given me 2 hours of bliss, time to rest and recharge my batteries proper for tomorrow.
day 2
wake up around nine am, perfect. its 6 in dubai, my usual wake up time so there will be no significant sleep adjustment required going forward. a quick gargle and i am down at the reception, again pouring my hot water. my first plan is to buy a kettle, engrave it and donate it them for my sole use only on future trips. was praying some rogue staff was running his private kettle rental racquet, but there wasn't. if any of you other folks have been made any offers do pm me immediately.
freshened up, i start my walk and reach the 2nd road intersection. get a pair of whites from the towl man and stove them into my daypack. some will wonder why i buy my towels, i generally don't but jasmine's are blue in color so i just don't trust them no matter how nice they smell and clean they appear plus i think thai cotton products are real good value. hop on to the baht bus, ring-ring. 10 baht through the window and i am in s d. head to the billabong for their all day breakfast. the place is empty, only one more customer, and for that matter most of slkm. eat my breakfast slowly and clean the entire plate. do an extended walk to digest this heavy dose, and end up at cf. enter through the ground floor, the perfume section and check out some new launches. find james franco gazing at me, with gucci's new fragrance called,"made to meausure". take a sniff and find it too bland and the bottle plain ugly. the salesman obviously doesn't think so, and goes on and on telling me it is a bestseller bla bla. personally, i think gucci has lost it since tom ford left, period. try out a few more sections, they are all over priced compared to home, so spray a few sticks and stove them in my wallet. these will be later distributed within my clothes for obvious reasons. walk past the usual unknown brand sales set up in the atrium and head straight up to electronics.
nothing to my fancy, so decide to flip a coin between a soapy and a movie. heads for soapie, tails for movie. and as you will all agree with me, you should always listen to your head. a little walk later i am at honeys mp. the line-up was seriously disappointing, perhaps i went too early and i am out in 10 minutes. get onto the first moto taxi and do a one stop deal, mike shopping so i can get some fruits and later to my hotel. the bike fella has seen me coming out of honey and recommends me rasputin. i ditch the earlier plan for fruits and head to rasputin for some desert. no charge to the bike fella, he will get his commission. this place really amazes me at its size, luckily the place is near empty and there around 30 ladies in the fish bowl. the elderly and busty ones make immediate eye contact, i smile back. find myself a tallish looking lady with a deep cleavage on the left. call papasan, make the payment and we head up to the room.
coming out of the elevator this had the make and feel of a star hotel with corridors with no end in sight. the room was spacious and clean, with this jacuzzi on the right as you enter followed by the bed. my new friend for the day was called nam, from udon. 24 years of age, flawless skin, slim body with perk tits. she asked me to undress while she got the jacuzzi going. i followed and waited naked on the edge of the bed for further instructions. she goes near the door and switches off the main bedroom lights. i wonder what this is all about and am about to find out. i reach the water and check the temperature, its perfect and there is this eerie red and yellow glow from the jacuzz in lighting, groovy. enter the warm water was a relief to my tired body, she followed suit a minute later and starting pouring water over my body. i retract my legs to get her a bit closer and urge for a kiss which she provides with an open mouth. we stay lip locked for a few minutes, the water rising slowly and submerging our bodies. she asks me to move back and rest my head at the back of the tub and starts rolling over me. here i am 3000 miles from home, trying under water gymnastics, brilliant. after a few rounds of the repeated up and down moves, i lock her near my head and kiss her again. i can feel junior springing to attention, and ask her to blow me. she obliges while i sink back closing my eyes, enjoying the multiocolor glow outside my eyes like in a predator film. mid way she says, we better move to the bed, you can finish only once. i tell her i can pay her extra, to which replies, can't do mister. i stand up, while she rinses off all the remaining foam off my body. she dries me again outside the tub, she come out dripping wet.
i return back to the bed and lie right in the middle looking up at the ceiling, waiting for her to join me. she looks great with her towel on which i ask her to retain. she ends up on the bed and i do some pillow talk, her life, family, story in pattaya, etc. i light up a cigarette too, which she doesn't appreciate, so i put it out. i pull her face closer, pillow to pillow and slowly remove her towel. her damp body feels great in my hand so i decide to give her a top to bottom lick. she reciprocates by a blow again, followed by a good ride. i grasp her and bring her below me for some deep mish followed by the statutory release of love juice in the confines of the cdom.
she gets up instantly and goes for a wash and i finish that 9/10th of a cigarette in the tray. she calls out for me to come and wash and she dries me with another towel. i ask her for a picture but she refuses. i don't insist and plant a kiss on her cheek with a 200b extra in her palm. walk hand in hand down the elevator, and back to the main auditorium. i am a bit thirsty and ask the papasan in the suit if i could some drinking water which he orders for me. i just stand behind the main row of sofa's where i notice some fresh faces and a big troupe of indian in their shorts collecting and counting bahts. i wish they built these things like a cinema, tickets and popcorn on the way in and a quiet exit out the back. nevermind, i finish my water and head out the door. picking up some brochures, including a big one for rasputin itself which is one of the things i risked bringing back home for a souvenir. asked the reception people on what is on the right hand side of the main hall, they inform me that it some some vvip club of sorts which starts at night. step out and the daylight brings me back to reality, find my bearings, there is no body in sight, turn right and follow a narrow road out to beach road.
do a brisk walk along beach road all the way to central festival thanks to the cloud cover and nice early evening breeze. notice all types of gentry on the way and wished they do a proper clean up of the pathway and some of the crazy characters who have made it home of sorts.
am a bit hungry, but can't be asked walking the a length of a soi to get to the food court. settle in the irish pub on the right hand side of cf. perch myself on a really uncomfortable stool outside and enquire if there are any specials. the place is dead, at around 5pm. decide on a guinness and some snacks and resume people watching. hiso's, tourists, families and hawkers make up most of the crowd, my apologies if they are related to people on the forum. it will be dark soon and i need a rest, i settle the tab, get up from the table and continue my walk back to the hotel. i find myself sharing a table with 2 baccara board girls in their black and red. they look at me amusingly, i offer my greetings which get half smiles and they continue gulping down their sticky rice. my food is delivered in those small plastic bags, i feel like i just got myself a fish for my acquarium. papa uses his fingers to tell me how much i have to pay, i just hand them a 100 note and walk off. back in my room, i get the plates ready and a coke and arrange myself dangerously in the narrow balcony. eat the food with my hands, and the curry has some gigantic killer chillies which i remove and keep on the side.
wake up with this strange head ache at around 9pm, all i can hear is the base reverberating from the walkiing street bars. head down to the soi to get my self some dinner. there is this mama-papa joint on the right who make thai food in soi bj. ask them me to make me some fresh green curry with chicken. i am idling in the soi, looking around at objects and taking some random pictures when papa asks me to sit inside their tiny establishment. that was a good meal, i light up my cigarette and ponder over what to wear. decide on linen and boots and have a quick shave and shower. its almost 11 as i reach ws, there is a nice set of legs outside galaxy cabaret, one of them gives me some eye contact, i smile back and spend another 5 minutes just glued to my spot. the band in the rock bar on the left is playing hotel california, i wait for them to finish, give them my fenceline applause and move towards the galaxy girls. a few words of russian with my leggy friend, she complements me on my boots and tries to explain what is inside. i have been there before and don't have any small baht bills to plunder around so enjoy her perfume and say i will be back later. walk past baccara, the 2 girls who i shared the table with are on duty are pleased with my refined look compared to the crumpled t shirt, shorts and flip flop avatar an hour ago. they ask me where you go! i say heaven above. they say, that place small, come here. only if the girls knew my record of push backs at baccara from the door staff. i don't want a repeat so move on, skip past the boys at the entrance of soi diamond and head up straight for heaven above.
stop for a picture, am not getting good vibes from this row of girls near the entrance, they are guessing what on earth am i trying to click and yell out no photo which i chose to ignore. plant and page would appreciate the rendering of their lyrics at such a dandy spot. some times i feel i should leave the camera behind. it is in a way an obnoxious unpunter-iike touristy habit, but can't help it. cover the flight of stairs, stub out my smokes and perch myself a nice seat on the right hand side all to myself. order myself some vodka orange juice, i want this night to last and want minimal trips to the loo. lots of talent on the floor, wait for the shift change to see all the talent. ask for a tall skinny girl with a see through bra and panty, she comes and joins me. do the usual get to know each other chit chat. she gulps her drink in a hurry and keeps her hands on my legs. she wants to call over another friend, i say ok, she also joins us, i rearrange myself so i have a bird on each side. more ld's, don't want to get carried away so ask both the plan for the night. they just nod and say something silly like, we look for nice customer. i am open to either one of them, but make it clear that i can bar-fine only one. time for them to dance, any my turn to get some fresh air, lot of activity near the toilets, lot of girls having their dinner, i need my space so walk down, the door staff want to check if i have paid my tab, i tell them softly i need a little walk. move behind the row of girls still standing near the stairs and sit on the steps of what seems like some hotel.
back inside make some conversation of some new customers who have taken up seats next to me. a good 40 minutes later the girls are back from their dance. i lay out my plan to them in the simplest words i can find, nice slow boom boom, then insomnia, then zzzz, wake up when we wake up, boom boom and then bye bye. the girl who has joined me later looks more excited at the plan, the other one wants only st. i ask for the waitress and say the magic words, bar fine. give her two crisp 1000 notes, stretching them out so there is no confusion. the girl gets up to get changed. the mamasan, the dark and slightly built comes over to hand me back the change. around 400 baht, i tip her and the service a hundred each and stuff 200 down the panty of girl number 1, she gives me a kiss on my lips and moves off. while i am waiting for the girl, another asian customer next to me is having some issue with the waitress, seems he doesn't like the music and wants a cd to be played which he has carried with him. i tell him, he better speak to the dj at the back. my girl arrives and asks me if i am ready, vodka orange juice takes a second to swallow, i am done and we step out for our short walk to the hotel. i make sure i walk on the right hand side of ws, and intentionally stare at the baccara girls. get a few smiles from papa food man, pick my laundry from the reception, into the lift and.
we enter the room and miss b dives into the bed. i open the balcony door for some air, get a breezer and sit on the chair admiring her beautiful frame. she has grabbed most of the bed, lying diagonally, must be tired i think. i ask her if she fancies a foot massage for those tired feet. she raises her head a few inches from the pillow and nods. i get a face towel doused in warm water and give her a gentle scrub to the ankles and feet. move her feet a bit closer to the end of the bed so i can sit with my feet out, have my cigarette with one hand and massage her with the other. continue this for some time, not much words are coming her or sounds of relief. i begin to get worried, that she might just doze off so check the watch again. it's only 1 am, i let her rest move to the middle of the bed and do some accounts in my mini notebook on today's spending. suddenly, i feel these warm hands across my chest, miss b has woken up. she sees the numbers and am sure understood what i was upto. her hair touching my neck was an exquisite feeling. she asks me," why you give me massage, you laav me, here thailand man don't give massage". i reply back, that i thought she needed it.
her head is bobbing on my shoulder and i take advantage of the proximity. turn towards her and close my eyes, we kiss. we continue kissing, more kissing and just some more kissing. i am in no hurry to undress her, have inspected the goods already at the go go. she pulls me out of bed and into the shower undressing quickly. shit, i really enjoy doing that part, never mind i will get her later. she is curious at some of my cosmetics and i recommend she try the d&g body wash. she loves the smell and we give each other a great rub. the hot water runs out every 5 minutes or so we have to time the scrubs.
the kissing continues, all the way back from the shower to the bed. we make out, and go all the way, she is soft and gentle. no fake moans, no nonsense. kisses more when she is turned on, and knows what she wants in bed. this was better than an average boom boom. session done, we continue lazing in bed and watch some tv. she asks me about how much i pay for the room and says price is ok, but better i stay a bit further as girls knowing the short distance would be tempted to pull a runner. i tell her, i don't mind and it has happened before as well, god is watching and whatever happens, happens for good. i lie face down and open up a local magazine which i have brought along. she moves right on top of me and is in a hurry to turn the pages. she says,"your women biutiful". i say yaa, all woman in world biutiful. get up for a smoke, its nearing 3 am, so i ask her about our original plan of going to insomnia. she starts shaking her head like a child, so we head back for a quick shower. dressed and ready, we make the short walk to insomnia. she forgets her i'd at reception, great. she wanted to walk through ibar and see if any of her friends are around. i tell her it's too many "excuse me's" for me to get from one end to the other, so il get a drink and wait at the entrance. join up with some plum fella on the first few tables who is alone with his girl. he turns out be really young, a dane and courteous enough to do some talk rather than the usual first smile and then perpetual silence. miss d comes back and joins me, luckily the dane's girl and her don't know each other. otherwise the usual sidelining will happen with them talking yap yap and swallowing shooters while the only action you get is paying off each round. we decide to move up, and the dane is quite friendly and invites us to the vip which we do. i get the next round, and we are perched on a nice sofa near the bar. do some chit chat, and miss d wants to dance. upstairs just doesn't have the vibe to be dancing so we head down. the river of people carries us right to the middle. it's packed to the hilt and we do our best not to step onto each other or the people adjacent who keep changing with every passing minute. back to the vip, more vodka's, more talk. the dane is has girl sitting on him and getting good lip service. i had no idea you could do this so openly and blink mischievously to miss d. she takes my hand, and we move to the corner against the grill with the dance floor below. she whispers that she is a bit shy at this too, and we get ourselves entangled in a deep snog. junior is getting real excited and we decide to tell goodbye to the dane and head back to our room.
i am hungry again and drop into a 7-11 to get my favorite thai sea weed sandwich. entering the room, i am still not sleepy so spend the next 5 minutes undressing miss d and making love to her with my eyes. more kissing in bed, she asks me for a toothbrush, which i don't have. she gargles and brushes with her teeny fingers and is back in bed. we make love again, this time it doesn't last very long, me that is. we lie back in bed, first holding each other. then me selfishly turning away, lack of practice you see, my mind secretly making plans for the next day's activities.
