28 Days in Pattaya: Day 3
On the third day I decided to moved to Soi Honey from Soi 6. I followed the same routine as before in order to find a place. I wandered along the Soi, stopping at guest houses until I found one I liked. This particular one had been acquired three days before by a 21 year old Thai girl named Ning who has real chutzpah. I hope she makes a go of it. The rooms are nice and, at 800 Baht, reasonably priced given the quality. My room had a balcony that overlooked LK Metro. After I got settled, I walked up Soi Honey toward Soi Buakhao where the girls hold out signs that, on one side, offer foot massages, Thai massages and oil massages while on the other side of the sign, they offer hand jobs, blow jobs and full sex. Who could refuse? I fucked a good looking, big-tits massage girl named Noi (#2) for 1,200 Baht It was interesting, fucking a girl who was probably faking her orgasms while, on either side of me, separated only by a curtain, other girls were also being fucked by other men. Anyway, it was all over in an hour. Later in the day I went wandering along Soi Buakhao and, right near Central Road, came across a massage parlour where I was oiled by a delightful looking girl named Yaya from Cambodia. We spoke about getting together after she got over her cold. Later that evening, I found myself at a place called Lucky Bar not far from LK Metro and "bar fined" Or, a super cute girl. I then went out with her to listen to a live band right at the entrance to Walking Street where she acted very seductively, guiding my hands to her tits, grinding herself against me and giving me wet kisses (and, as it turned out, doing exactly what she needed to do as a bar girl to get me hooked on her). She was one great looking girl, let me tell you. Then we went to my place and played in all manner of ways but, to my chagrin, my pecker failed to rise to the occasion at the crucial moment so I didn't fuck her. But she did spend the night. At no time to this point had we discussed price.
28 Days in Pattaya: Day 4
I woke up with Or, the bar girl from the Lucky Bar near LK Metro, but the magic from the night before seemed to be gone and we didn't fuck. We did try but my pecker failed me again! Unusual. It certainly wasn't because Or lacked for looks in the light of day. On the contrary, she had a smoking hot body and a very cute face. Even though price had not been discussed, I (stupidly) gave her 2,000 Baht just for having spent the night. I then moved to Chaba Hut on Soi Buakhao, a place with a nice pool. The pool at Chaba Hut is set back from the road so the noise from Soi Buakhao isn't a problem and the pool is surrounded by palm trees for shade. It is a place that is particularly popular with Germans and I was to spend many hours by the pool watching overweight members of the Master Race in their seventies and eighties cavorting with Thai women half their age and a third their weight. The cost of a room was 800 Baht a night. At a nearby food market, I picked up Pepsi while eating lunch and spent the afternoon pool-side listening to her tell her story of a long-term relationship with a falang that had gone wrong. It was a tale I was to hear many times. The day before she had interviewed at three Go Go bars and later that afternoon she was to choose among them. She was a good looking, well spoken and well traveled women in her mid-thirties. I put no moves on her. In hindsight I should have. That afternoon I dropped by the massage shop I'd visited the day before on Soi Buakhao near Central Road to see if Yaya from Cambodia was feeling better but she was still sick. I then cruised beer bars with no success, spilling money at every stop. I was learning, but the lessons were costing me both time and money. For relative newbies to Pattaya like me, that is the way of it. The day was not lost, however, because I ended up finding and fucking good-looking Baan (#3) from the beach for 500 Baht: she was good in bed too, and my pecker worked properly. Here was another lesson that Pattaya would teach me on this trip: looking good is one thing and being good in bed is another thing entirely. It is nice to hit on someone who is good on both counts. Four days and four fucks spread among three ladies. Not bad, but the truth was that I was smitten by Or the bar girl from the Lucky Bar and would spend the next few days trying to woo her. In the process, Pattaya would teach me more lessons.
28 Days in Pattaya: Day 5
On the morning of my fifth day, I was out for a walk, headed toward Second Road not far from LK Metro and I spied a hot-looking long-legged girl in a tight white dress, clicking along the street in six inch heels. At that hour, from the way she was dressed, I figured she was on her way home after having spent the previous night with a client. I hustled up to her and, to start the conversation, offered her a bite of watermelon. One thing led to another and she agreed to come back to my place for 800 Baht for an hour of late morning fun. I got her back to my place and got her naked whose bustiness disappeared with the removal of her padded bra. That wasn't the real problem. The real problem was that she was a star fish and did nothing to get me excited so after about twenty minutes of frustration I simply gave her 300 Baht to leave. She wanted more of course, but she had done nothing to earn it, so she left unfucked and with less money in her pocket than she could have had. I was not happy either: I was out 300 Baht. Later that afternoon I returned to Beach Road where I found and fucked Wan (#4) for 800 Baht and she was great, but at one point she decided that she wanted to ride on top, so we flipped over and the condom came off in the process. I'm sure I was never inside her uncovered, but she was concerned so we went for HIV tests costing 800 Baht. That evening, I went back to bar fine and then date the super good-looking Lucky Bar girl named Or. I took her to a movie and then out to dinner: all very proper. Sadly, my low expectations for romance were fully met. I also came to realize just how limited she was when it came to speaking and understanding English. I would later learn more of her story. I dropped her back at the bar around 11 o'clock unfucked and did not do much of anything afterward. I had yet to learn the lesson that Pattaya doesn't really start to rock until 2 o'clock. I was, at this point in the trip, fixated on wooing Or. I was five days in, with five fucks spread among four different girls.
28 Days in Pattaya: Day 6
I was willing to give beach girl Wan from the day before a "long time" try but she didn't "show" as she had promised the day before. No great loss: although she was a wild thing in bed, she didn't really have the "look" that I was looking for. So I went down to Beach Road, befriended Noi (a different Noi from the one I fucked earlier in the trip) around noon and fucked her (#5) for 700 Baht. I loved that she came loud and hard. Her hips really sought out pleasure. Twice, once to my fingers and once to my tongue, but we almost didn't fuck because my pecker was not "strong". It did, however come to life and we did the deed. Unfortunately, notwithstanding yesterday's lame date, I continued to be fixated on Or, my Lucky Bar girl. That afternoon, as I sat by the pool at Chaba Hut, she sent me a text message saying she would be interested in spending a few days with me. I had in mind visions of romance with a very good-looking girl and was hoping I could count on her to get it. She was counting on 2,000 Baht a day plus expenses and she had her hooks into me deeply enough that she knew she could get it from me without the trouble of having to troll each night for men at the bar. It would prove to be a marriage made in Hell. I returned to her bar that night to buy her a drink (but didn't bar fine her), then went to the beach, and then to Walking Street where I watched a rock band play until about 2 o'clock. I should have gone to the discos. Later in the trip I would be smarter. But instead I walked home. At this point I was down to about 150 Baht in my pocket, but nonetheless I was accosted by Alana, a girl whose bar had just closed. She was looking for action. I was frank with her: we can play but I can't pay (or at least I can't pay very much). We stood there in the street, with her all over me, and somehow on her I must have exerted some sort of charm (if only I could do the same to Or, after whom I have lusted) so back we went to my place for for late night fun that lasted until day break, but there was no fucking because my pecker let me down again: time for Viagra or something! Six days in, with six fucks spread among five women. I am behind the target pace I had set for myself, for two reasons. First, I'm still getting the hang of this place: as I found out last night, surprising things can happen after 2 o'clock in Pattaya. Second, I was enamored of Or (who I had yet to actually fuck), letting my desire for a few days of romance with her deflect me from my mission. I still had much to learn, and some of the lessons were to be hard ones.
28 Days in Pattaya: Day 7
Or came over for what was supposed to be a three day trial run to see if we could reignite the spark from our very first night together. She brought with her many surprises. She was was sporting a dreadful new (and massive) belly tattoo which was painful to the touch and which flaked. I also looked dreadful: of all the tattoos I was to see in Pattaya, it was the worst by a long shot. It went from her crotch to far above her belly button, and from side to side. I was mono-color black and bereft of any artistic merit. I learned that she'd had it done the day after I met her. That particular night we had slept together and played together but hadn't fucked because my pecker had gone limp at just the wrong time. Anyway, here she was, and she was uninterested in touching me. Perhaps that was because she was still in pain or perhaps it was because she was really uninspired by me. Certainly my attraction toward her had dissipated. This was partly because she'd turned herself from a high "8" or a low "9" into a "7" with that God awful tattoo. It had partly to do with the language barrier (and the lack of any effort on her part to communicate with me, be it through halting English or the use of Google Translate). It had mostly to do with the fact that the romance from the first night that I had been hoping to recapture was long gone. Having fixated on Or, I had very unwisely paid three days of bar fine (300 Baht times 3) plus an unspoken commitment to give her 2,000 Baht a day for her time plus expenses. I spent a dreadful evening with her and slept In a bed with her unfucked yet again, but this time there wasn't even much play to make things fun. Pattaya was teaching me another lesson, and this one was bitter and would prove to be costly in both time and money.
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28 Days in Pattaya: Day 9
Or and I fucked in the morning (#6. 4). I paid her 2,000 Baht, which was the second of three payments. Then we went to Jomtien beach where, like most Thai women, she stayed in the shade with most of her body covered to prevent exposure to the sun. She had to be especially careful to avoid exposing the tattoo to the sun or sea water. Given the ugliness of her tattoo, I did not object. She has disfigured herself and will surely never again look anything but ridiculous in a bikini. Her role on this junket to Jomtien was to sit in the shade and, from time to time, spend my money. In the later afternoon we returned and I treated her to a massage while I had a manicure for the first time in my life. My nails were not long, but I wanted to be sure to remove any objection she might have to me finger-fucking her. Since things seemed to be going reasonably well between us, we concocted a plan which would see me pay her bar fine for another two days (300 Baht times 2) based on a plan to go and stay for two days on Koh Larn. As it turned out, this was a big mistake, but my crystal ball let me down. We then slept for a while in the early evening, after which we went to a Thai bar where Or was eventually persuaded by a girl at another table to dance and let me tell you, she danced like a vixen. Thai music seems to unleash the inhibitions of Thai women, making them move in a way that could only have come from some sort of joint effort between God and the Devil, designed to both tempt and torture men. Returning, we played, and had some great 69, but she got mad when I went soft; after revival, we fucked (#6. 5) for about forty minutes in various positions, but she got madder still when, legs exhausted, I couldn't make her come!! Not a good omen. My tally by Day 9: eleven fucks spread among six women. Looking ahead, I've got the up-and-down Or to deal with. I am hoping that a two day vacation to Koh Larn will bring out the best in her.
28 Days in Pattaya: Day 10
I took Or to Koh Larn after paying her 2,000 Baht for final installment of the original three day deal. Situated 7.5 km to the west of Pattaya, Koh Larn island offers soft sandy beaches and reasonably clear water. It is accessed by ferry for 30 Baht. We made our way to the room I had rented, and of course it didn't look anything like the pictures on Agoda. Then we made our way to the northernmost beach of Koh Larn, Ta Waen Beach. It has a long beach with water lapping gently against the shore. If you are looking for big rollers, go somewhere else. There are shops and restaurants along the beach. Throughout the day, things grew increasingly frosty between Or and me. I tried to communicate using Google Translate. She would give a clipped response and make no effort at any point to use Google Translate or any similar application to respond. The language barrier seems to be the main issue: she may not speak much English, but I am pretty sure she speaks more English than she lets on. She just doesn't use it much. The truth is that she relies on her looks as a substitute for any real charm. We left the beach and, after getting a bite to eat, we discovered that there is nothing to do in Koh Larn once the last ferry leaves. There are no bars or discos. It is dead. The only thing you can do is go to the 7-11 and buy beer. If you're going to Koh Larn, go for the day. Do not stay overnight. So we returned to the room and I left her to watch some Thai game shows on TV and laugh a little. In fact, I left her alone most of the night while I sat outside, smoking and reflecting. I then went into the room and we had a long talk, at which point she finally started to open up and tell me about her life. I listened and learned. She told me she's been fined every night since she started her new place 17 days ago (and that tally would include me too many times). Once she fined herself, went to Walking Street and let a 25 year old guy pick her up while playing pool. For her, as a 30 year old, this was a source of pride. I suppose the process of talking, which we must have done for well over an hour, softened her up because we then fucked (#6.6) for about an hour. It lasted a long time, but it was uninspiring. It was also the last time we would fuck and it seemed that we both knew it. I have had quite enough of this problematic women. I will likely pay her 2,000 Baht tomorrow. Which will be the first of what was to have been two such payments. Plus ferry fare of 30 Baht and send her on her way. As I reflect on it, my experience with Or has been a repeat of my experience two years ago when I took a girl named Noi away on holidays to Phuket. Two years ago, things got better for me after I sent Noi away. This time, I am hopeful that things will go better once I send Or away. I will likely lose the second day of the bar fine, but I don't care. I need to move on and I can afford the loss of 300 Baht. That said, I will go and speak to the mamasan at the Lucky Bar about Or's performance. The lesson in both this case and the one from two years before: don't look to a bar girl for anything but the illusion of romance, and in most cases, don't expect that charade to last more than a few days, especially if the language barrier is significant.
On a weird but encouraging note, at the beach earlier in the day, while I was swimming in the water as Or sat in the shade in a chair on the beach, I struck up a conversation with a whale of a girl and then we began to play. She grabbed my cock and offered to stay with me for two days in Koh Larn, all within 10 minutes! She wasn't a pretty girl, or my type in any way, but she probably would have been more fun to be with than Or: all it would have taken was for her to have a pulse. I am sure there are plenty of those back in Pattaya. With the Or experiment now definitely over, I will throw myself back into the game and I intend to do so with confidence.
28 Days in Pattaya: Day 11
As planned, I paid 2,000 Baht plus 30 Baht for the ferry and said good riddance to Or. She was an awesome-looking woman before she disfigured herself with the ghastly tattoo. The real problem, however, was the language barrier and the fact that she was bored to tears being with me. To use a baseball analogy, I understand that even the best hitters can't hit every pitch. That said, I poured way too much into her, getting very little in return. After the first night, frankly, it was all downhill. To be sure, there was a slight rebound on Day 8 when we fucked three times, but really, as I reflect on it, that was an illusion. After sending Or away, I spent the day at the Ta Waen Beach, talking to lots of chicks (Chinese, Japanese, Thai): went OK. It gave me renewed confidence, but no fucks. I spent a quiet night on Koh Larn, drinking and smoking alone, looking at the lights of Pattaya and imagining all the fun I could have been having over there. In retrospect, I should have forfeited the cost of the room and gone back to Pattaya. It was a stupid decision on my part to stay the night. I will be getting the first ferry out the next morning. Never stay overnight on Koh Larn. Tally as of Day 11? Twelve fucks spread among six girls. I need to up the pace.
